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magicfootballstuff · 11 months

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Softie (maya le tissier x reader)

Summary: Maya’s got a reputation as a fierce, determined defender to uphold. You, as her girlfriend, know the truth - she’s actually a massive softie.

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If you could choose one word to describe Maya, it would be soft.

Soft like the way she giggles at the silliest things, her laughter filling your ears like the purest liquid gold.

Soft like the way her eyes light up when you get put in the same team in training, because she much prefers winning with you rather than competing against you for the inflatable trophy.

Soft like the way she clambers back into bed after checking on the dog first thing in the morning and nuzzles her face into your neck, mumbling words about how much she missed you, even though she was only gone for a few minutes.

She’s sunshine personified, caring and lovely and most importantly yours.

The thing is, Maya doesn’t think she’s soft. In fact, she flat out denies it when you call her a big softie, right after she comes back from the shop with not just the pint of milk she went for, but a beautiful bouquet of flowers that she presents to you with a beaming smile.

“I’m not soft,” she protests with a frown, and even that’s cute, the way that her eyebrows furrow together and her bottom lip pushes out ever so slightly. “I just thought they were pretty, that’s all. Just like you.”

“See!” you can’t help but point out in triumph. “You’re a softie.”

“I’m not!”

“It’s okay, baby,” you tell her, setting the flowers aside and wrapping your arms around her waist, and Maya welcomes you into her arms like she’s not currently pretending to be mad at you. “I won’t tell anyone. It can be our little secret. I know you like people to think you’re a big bad centre back.”

“I am a big bad centre back,” she tries to insist, though she smells of lavender and the hands on your back are ever so gentle as she holds you against her chest.

———

If Maya really was a big bad centre back, if she was so concerned about her on-field reputation being damaged by her teammates knowing how loved-up she is, then she wouldn’t do things like this.

This being the note that you find in your locker as you’re getting changed before training one day, the words ‘love you like crazy’ scrawled in Maya’s familiar loopy writing over a series of kisses. You break out into a grin as soon as you find the note nestled between your boots and your hoodie and when you glance across the changing room, Maya’s eyes are on you, watching you discover her little love note, even as she half-listens to one of Millie’s stories.

“Love you too,” you mouth to her, and the way that the shy smile on her face spreads into a full grin, cheeks flushing slightly like it’s the first time you’ve told her that you love her and not the thousandth, has you falling in love with her all over again.

But the momentary distraction of making heart eyes across the dressing room is long enough for Ella to spot the note caught between your fingers, and you’re pretty sure that half the girls would tease you both for it but especially Tooney.

“Didn’t know you were such a simp, Maya,” Ella teases her loudly, and it’s not long before the handwritten note has made its way around the entire dressing room and Maya’s face has flamed up to match the shade of red of her training kit.

As you traipse out of the dressing room and towards the training pitch five minutes later, you walk alongside Maya and give her hand a comforting squeeze.

“They’re just jealous that their partners aren’t as sweet as mine,” you tell her. “I liked it. It was cute.”

———

Maya shows up to training the next day in a tank top, even though it’s a few degrees too cold for it, and you’re pretty sure it’s a direct response to the public allegation that she’s soft at heart. You’re not going to complain though, in fact you might start thinking of other ways to challenge her reputation as a fierce defender if this is the outcome, especially when you’re treated to a front row seat to the gun show that she puts on in the gym after lunch, lifting slightly more than usual as if trying to prove a point.

Ella is the one who calls you out on your not-so-subtle ogling of Maya’s rippling biceps.

“Keep your tongue in your mouth,” she teases you, pulling you out of your trance by poking a socked toe into your thigh as you stretch out on the floor with a foam roller. “This is a workplace, you know.”

“Tell that to Maya,” you counter. “She’s the one being distracting.”

If there was any doubt about the deliberateness of Maya’s choice of clothing, nor the way she’s been strutting around the gym like she owns the place, it’s completely vanquished when Maya makes eye contact with you moments later, her eyebrows twitching suggestively at you as she shoots you a smile, before dropping back onto the bench to start a new set of chest presses.

This girl is going to kill you one day.

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One day turns out to be later in the same day, because no sooner have you crossed the threshold into your shared apartment, does Maya drop her bag by the door and hoist you up into her arms, pressing you against the wall as she practically attacks your mouth with her own.

“Still think I’m soft?” she mumbles against your lips.

You struggle to formulate a response, thoroughly distracted by the way her strong hands are splayed against your thighs as your legs tighten around her hips, how she makes lifting you up seem effortless and you’re definitely grateful for all those extra reps in the gym when the benefits are this wonderful.

“Yeah,” you manage to answer, as her lips descend onto your neck instead, finding the flutter of your pulse and scraping her teeth against the sensitive skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to leave you wanting. “Still soft.”

Maya’s fingers dig into your thighs and she carries you through the flat until you get to the bedroom, where she pretty much manhandles you onto the bed and climbs on top of you.

“How about now?” she asks, a challenge in her eyes as she takes each of your hands in turn and raises them above your head, daring you move them if you want to face the consequences of disobeying her.

And of course you’re going to keep winding her up about it if this is the outcome, did she really expect otherwise?

“My sweetheart,” you tell her, challenging her right back. “My angel. My perfect girl.”

The way that Maya yanks your shorts down and starts kissing and biting her way down your body is anything but soft, but you’re not going to complain.

———

You are many things, but not so stubborn that you can’t admit that Maya is not always soft. Because the Maya that calls you sweet nicknames and buys you flowers and leaves notes in your locker is very different from the Maya who stands solid in the centre of the Manchester United defence.

She just has this aura about her, a kind of confidence that isn’t arrogant, just assured of her own ability, that she backs up with every block or last ditch tackle. And when she follows up a goal-saving tackle with something just as impressive moving forwards, like pinging a pass diagonally across the field to meet the run of Leah, you, as a creative attacking player, can’t help but admire her vision too.

You’re on the bench today, which means you get to admire Maya’s talent and technical ability guilt-free, your eyes following her as she strides forward with Millie after United win a corner, a little swagger in her step as the two converse behind hands that shield their mouths. You wonder what they’re plotting but it’s clearly something special, because when Katie sends the ball flying in from the corner, Maya finds herself unmarked and rockets the ball into the back of the net with her head, finally giving United the lead.

You’re up off your seat in an instant, celebrating with the other substitutes, though you can’t help but admire Maya’s celebrations on the pitch too, using her strength to lift Millie up with one arm as she raises the other hand with a clenched fist towards the fans and roars in pride.

Maya’s a professional though, and she doesn’t let herself bask in the joy of a rare goal-scoring opportunity for too long. You’re only one goal up, after all, and there’s still time left to play. She returns to her spot in the middle of the defensive line for play to resume, as stoic and as focused as she was before the ball found the back of the opponent’s net.

You’re subbed on not long after Maya’s goal puts United ahead, fresh legs needed to add to, or at the very least defend the narrow lead.

The thing about coming on for the end of the game, is that most of the other players on the pitch have tired legs, and tired legs means tired challenges.

The challenge you find yourself on the receiving end feels like more than just tiredness, it’s the opponent being frustrated at the way Manchester United are managing the late game and lashing out by sliding in clumsily, connecting with your ankle after you’ve already played the ball away. Your legs are swept from beneath you and you tumble onto the grass clutching your foot, the impact of the challenge and studs against your ankle bone smarting with pain.

The physiotherapists are at your side in an instant while chaos erupts around you. The referee has a card out but it’s a flash of yellow that gets waved at the player who took you down, not red. Your teammates aren’t happy about that but there’s one person in particular who rages at such a dangerous challenge being let off with a yellow, and you can hear Maya’s voice cutting through the others as she tells the referee exactly what she thinks of that decision.

“Oi, ref! Are you blind? That’s a fucking red!”

Maya doesn’t swear often, which is how you know she’s furious with the challenge you’ve just received. But she knows the rules, knows that she can’t get away with swearing at a referee like that, and surely knows to expect the yellow card that gets waved in her direction next, but she’s still angry. The much more level-headed Katie steps in to talk to the referee, while Millie wraps an arm around Maya’s shoulders and tries to steer her away from the group of players around the referee before she gets herself into any further trouble.

“Maya!” you call out from your position on the floor, as the physios attend to your ankle.

And it’s like a switch flicks in Maya’s head because the second she hears you calling out her name, the anger slips off her face and she’s crouching at your side, looking down at you with concern in her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you say, stretching your ankle out at the request of the physio to check you’ve still got a full range of movement in it. “Don’t go getting sent off for me.”

“She should’ve been sent off,” Maya complains.

“I know, but she wasn’t,” you remind her. “We’re winning because of you, don’t be the one who makes us lose it.”

The physios seem satisfied that there’s no damage to your ankle and Maya is the one who helps you to your feet, holding one of your hands and resting her other one on your waist as you test out bearing weight on the injured ankle.

“All good?” she asks you.

“It’ll be fine,” you assure her, finally letting go of her hand as you follow the physios to the side of the pitch.

Maya’s face is still etched with concern as you wait to be allowed back on the pitch, but once the referee’s whistle blows for the game to resume and she beckons you back on, Maya is fully focused again, as determined to protect the one-goal lead as she was to protect you from reckless challenges.

———

“That was kinda hot, you know?” you tell Maya in the dressing room after the game, once you’ve wrapped up the win and secured all three points, murmuring the words so that nobody else can hear. “Going into protective girlfriend mode out there.”

“If you’d got badly injured, if you’d had to go off, I don’t know what I would’ve done,” Maya admits. “I might’ve lost my head completely.”

“You nearly did anyway,” you point out, sliding an arm around her back and squeezing her waist. “Willing to fight a referee for me and everything. Very hot.”

“Yeah?” she asks, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“And you got the winning goal,” you add. “Might earn yourself a little reward tonight, if you’re lucky.”

Maya’s teeth dig into her lower lip and her eyes darken, and if you weren’t surrounded by teammates and it wasn’t wildly inappropriate to be having the thoughts that you’re currently having, you’d drag her off to the showers to give her the reward right now.

Maya must be thinking the same, because her breath comes out slightly stuttered as she says, “Can’t wait.”

———

But when you get home after the match, Maya is the one who ends up treating you. She orders you to settle on the sofa, propping your ankle up on cushions even though you can walk on it just fine and barring a little bit of bruising you can’t tell that you injured it at all. Soon the room is lit only by a couple of scented candles and your favourite Harry Potter movie is playing on the large television on the wall, and when food arrives from a local restaurant that you love, Maya insists on collecting it from the door herself and bringing it straight to your lap.

After you’ve both eaten, discarded plates and takeaway containers littered across the nearby coffee table, Maya is curled into your side with her head on your shoulder and her arm around your waist, and she quietly murmurs, “I think you’re right.”

“About what?”

“I think I am a softie.”

You smile to yourself, then pull Maya a bit closer, if possible, and press a lingering kiss to the top of her head.

“Oh baby, it’s okay,” you assure her. “It’s one of the many reasons I’m completely in love with you.”

“Only for you though,” Maya says, lifting her head and giving you a look as if to warn you against telling anybody else. As if the rest of the team doesn’t already know that you’ve got Maya wrapped around your little finger.

“Only for me,” you agree.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #maya le tissier imagine #maya le tissier x reader #established relationship

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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Bees land on the prettiest flowers (Lia Wälti x reader)

A/N: A Lia fic? You’re just a surprised as I am. Also, 10 points to the first person that can tell what tv show a scene in the fic is from.

After the rush of the summer that was the World Cup and the devastation that came with crashing out the champions league before it even began, you found the air around Adidas' HQ in Germany quite refreshing. It would be your home for the next couple of weeks as you and the rest of the team focus on preparing for the upcoming season.

You had a plan this year, one which you was determined to follow if you stayed healthy. Something that wasn't part of this plan was Lia Walti.

The swiss woman caught your eye the moment she step foot in Colney yet despite the encouragement you got from your team mates and the urge to ask her out, you couldn't, in fact you would go so far as to say you bailed at every opportunity. By the time you were ready it was too late because she started dating Caitlin and you knew you couldn't let your selfishness get in the way of her happiness. It’s why you put Lia in the what if box in your head and sealed it shut. Only now the light started to shine through the box and the reason for that was because Lia and Caitlin had broken up.

It seemed that the higher powers had given you another chance but a lot had changed over the past couple of years. You and your heart wasn't the same and you weren't sure if you were ready to care about someone on a deep level.

A knock on the door brought you out of your daydreaming and as you opened it you saw Lia stood on the other side with a nervous expression on her face.

"Hello you, come in" you step aside allowing enough space for the Swiss to enter.

"Actually I was hoping you'd come out"

You both knew what she meant but the way she phrased it causes you both to burst into laughter. Once you both catch you breath Lia rephrases her sentence.

"Would you like to go for a walk with me?" Lia asks still standing on the threshold.

Her intentions wasn’t clear but you couldn’t turn down one on one time with her. The feelings that you once felt were still there, they were simply buried down deep.

“Sure, let me grab a hoodie and we’ll go”

“There’s no need for a hoodie. I haven’t got one”

That she hadn’t. Lia was dress is a pair of sweatshorts and a tank top. If her attire was anything to go by then it was a nice evening outside.

The weather was perfect. Not too warm but not too hot. The sky was pink but turning into a burnt orange and here you were with one of the most beautiful girls you have ever met. It made you wonder what you did in your past life that allowed to have a moment like this.

You walked past the pool saying hi the players that were watching a movie. Those on the loungers knew better than to tease you so they left you be but made a mental note to ask you about it later.

You knew Lia well almost too well because as you walked you saw her chest rise and fall but it would hitch before it falls, she was hesitating. Another tell of this was the way she opened and closed her mouth unaware that you could see the action out the corner of your eye.

It is when you walked through the perfectly maintained garden area that you decide to confront her about it. You could smell the fresh roses and you got distracted by the bright colours of each flower but it only lasted a second then your attention returns to Lia.

“What going on that head of yours?” You ask as you both stand admiring the lilies.

Lia is about to respond but the buzzing of a bee causes you to freeze. Your heartbeat doubles in pace as you watch the yellow and black insect land on her exposed chest.

“Don’t move. Stand still” you beg her.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

Lia follows your eyes which are fixed on her chest. There she sees the reason for you concern yet she doesn’t have the same response. This alone lets her swat away the bee with no hesitation.

“No! Don’t do that” the desperation in your voice and the panic in your eyes scares Lia more than the possibility of a bee sting.

“It’s only a bee”

Lia’s actions had clearly agitated the insect and you hear a buzz at a high volume before it flew away.

“Ow” Lia says calmly.

“Are you ok? Can you breathe?” You asked her but it was your shortness of breathe that was an issue.

“It’s only a sting”

“Are you sure?”

Fear consumes you as memories of the past flood your mind. Your chest feels like it’s on fire and you try and fail to bring your breathing back to a steady pace.

Lia can tell immediately that something is very wrong. In hopes of calming you down she takes your hand and holds it over the sting on her chest. She then takes her own hand holds it over your chest. It forms a connection between the two of you.

“I’m ok Y/N. It’s just a bee”

“Don’t say that!” Your concern was replaced with anger because Lia refused to see the severity of the situation “go get checked out by the doctor. Now”

You felt helpless and you knew you were no longer in control of your emotions. You needed to leave even if your heart wanted to stay with Lia.

The Swiss had no option other than to watch you walk away. She wanted to go after you but your words are loud in her head. She knew it was best for her to go see the team doctor.

As she walked back into the facility, Lia tried to make sense of your reaction. Never had she seen you react like that and even though she saw it first hand she could believe it herself.

“Did you enjoy your date?” Beth teases.

“It wasn’t a date. I just wanted some alone time with Y/N” Lia corrects the blonde forward.

“Isn’t that the definition of a date?” Jen adds.

“It doesn’t matter now. She ran off and left me by the flower beds”

This made no sense to anyone at the table especially the two blondes who you play with on the national team with.

“What happened?” Leah asks.

“We went for a walk and ended up in the gardens. I was nervous, she picked up on it and I thought she was going to ask me about it but then there was a bee and she freaked out. I think she was having a panic attack and it only got worse when it stung me”

“You got stung by a bee while Y/N was next to you?” Beth asked. She made eye contact with Leah who nodded her head, the defender would go check on you whilst Beth made sure the Lia was ok.

Leah stood in front of your door taking a couple of seconds to figure out how to handle the situation. She remembers the moment you showed up on her doorstep and went on to tell her that you had just experienced the worst day of your life.

She used her room key given that you were sharing for the trip and the sight she is met with isn’t one she could prepare for. You are laid on your bed in a fetus position. Your eyes are dry but the puffiness in your face told Leah that you had been crying.

“Y/N” she speaks in a hushed tone.

“Lia’s going to die, isn’t she?”

To anyone outside your immediate family that which included a handful of your England team mates, they would have called you dramatic. Leah was one of the select few which understand why your mind went to worse case scenario.

“She’s fine”

“I thought my dad was fine next thing I know I had these two fingers on his neck trying to find a pulse” you hold up middle and index finger.

“Y/N what happened to your dad was devastating. Nobody knew he was allergic”

“And you don’t know that Lia isn’t. I was the reason my dad died and now I’m going to be the reason she dies”

“It’s wasn’t your fault” Leah sit nexts to you on the bed “As for Lia, she is ok. She came back in to us and was going to see the doctor. Something that I’m guessing was your idea”

You nod your head. Your worrying stopped for a mere second knowing that Lia had listened to you and was hopefully getting the help she needed.

“Y/N you like Lia and have done for a while. You told her to go see the doctor but didn’t go with her, why?”

“I didn’t want to see her in pain”

“She isn’t in pain. Come with me and I’ll show you. We don’t have to talk to anyone but you need to see with your own eyes that she is ok”

Reluctantly, you agree and follow Leah through the halls of the HQ. Each step you take feels heavier than the last because in your mind you have seen how this story ends and you don’t want to see it, not again. So you took your time, you pretended to check in every room that you passed even though the blonde beside you knew exactly where the Swiss was.

Turns out Lia was in the exact same position as when Leah left her only now she has a white patch where the bee had stung her and she had some company. Out of the players one stood out to you; Caitlin.

You and Leah stood at the entry way. Just as Leah was about to walk towards the table you pulled her back.

“What? She’s fine, look” Leah tried to pull you towards your team mates despite her prior statement about not talking to anyone.

“She’s fine — with Caitlin” you could see Lia was ok but you couldn’t bring your self to watch her interact with the Aussie even if they were no longer together.

Knowing that Lia wasn’t going to face the same fate as your father lifted the crushing weight off your chest. You walked with no destination in mind. You didn’t want to go back to your room so you settle on a sun lounger by the pool. A staff member asking if you want to play the next movie the team had lined up and you saw no reason not to; a movie by the pool didn’t sound too bad.

Pitch perfect played but whilst your eyes were glued to the project screen, your mind felt like it was a million miles away. That is until you see a shadow cast over the lounger you were sitting on.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Lia asks.

You had chose a double lounger so you didn’t have an excuse not let her.

“Ok” your voice is quiet and although you don’t turn to face her, you do pat the side next to you.

The two of you watch the movie. The only sound to be heard is when you both laugh at the same part.

“Are you really ok?” You ask, still with your eyes on the screen.

“I am. Thank you for making me getting checked out, I wish you would have come with me”

When you turn you see that Lia is already looking in your direction.

“I — I”

“You were mad at me” Lia thinks she is finishing your sentence and but you been mad at her wasn’t the issue.

“I was scared” you take a pause because you know the only way for Lia to understand your reaction is for you to explain why seeing her get stung by a bee worried you so much “My dad was stung by a bee”

“And he was ok” Lia said, always the optimist.

“He went into anaphylactic shock. I didn’t know what to do and by the time I did it was too late. He died in the botanical gardens near my house”

“Y/N I didn’t know. Is that why you panicked? Because you thought the same thing that happened to your dad was going to happen to me?”

You can only nod. The admission itself brings back the worry that you had only just managed to settle.

In a similar way to how she did in the gardens, Lia reaches for your hand and places it over the patch. She pulls it a little so that you weight shift and your head in now resting on her shoulder.

“I’m ok. I went to the doctor, he asked me a couple of questions, cleaned the sting and gave me the all clear”

Silence yet again becomes the third wheel to the movie night you are Lia are accidentally having.

“I don’t want to lose you. It’s already happened once and now I’m just getting you back” you admit.

“Y/N I’m not going anywhere. There’s a reason why I wanted to take a walk with you, why I wanted to spend time with you and only you��

“Because you want us to be friends, like we were before”

“I never wanted us to be friends. Life got in the way and I spent too much time loving the wrong person when I knew she wasn’t the one I wanted to be with”

You knew what she was insinuating, the context wasn’t hard to decrypt.

“Am I that one?” You needed to hear her say it so that you knew this moment wasn’t a dream.

“You are but I know now more than ever that your heart is still healing so we’ll go at your pace”

How do you reply to that without opening an emotional can of worms? After thinking for a few seconds you decide not to say anything at all. Instead you turn deeper into her so that your head is resting on her chest, close enough so that you can hear her heart beat, her healthy heart beat.

#lia walti x reader #Lia Walti imagine #Lia Walti one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #swisswnt x reader #swisswnt one shot #swisswnt imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #Arsenal wfc one shot #Arsenal wfc imagine

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sommerbueckers · 5 months

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My Brother's Best Friend pt5

(I was quite literally logged out of my tumblr account...and I wasn't gonna do smut this chapter but since I took so long to come out with this I decided to bless ur horny asses. enjoy😏)

I stood still in the shower, letting the hot water run through my hair and down my back. The steam fogged up the glass doors and filled the bathroom, reminding me how long I'd been in there. I could hear the faint ringing of my phone from under the water, it was the second time it had gone off and I was beginning to worry that I was missing something important.

With a quiet sigh, I shut off the shower and stepped out to grab my towel. Leaning over the counter, I tapped my phone, eyeing the two missed FaceTime calls I had from my best friend, Noelle. We were supposed to go to the mall together to get some Christmas shopping done, I called her back to make sure plans hadn't changed.

"Hello?" I said when she picked up.

"Hey, you almost ready?" she asked.

"Yeah, I gotta get dressed first."

"Okay, well, I'm on my way" she told me, getting into her car.

"Alright, text when you're outside" I responded.

She nodded and hung up, my home screen picture of the two of us reappearing. I clicked my phone off and walked into my room, pulling open my dresser. I decided on a sweatsuit, the Minnesota air was brutal in the winter. Letting my towel drop, I grabbed a pair of panties and began to slip them on.

"Shit, at least buy me dinner first" a voice laughed from behind me.

I jumped at the sound, instinctively covering myself as I turned around.

Paige stood there with the cockiest smirk on her face, her arms crossed as she leaned against my shut door. She had on a red hoodie with black sweatpants, her blonde hair tucked behind her ears. How long had she been standing there...And why hadn't she said anything?

Paige had never seen me fully naked, anytime we hooked up I'd keep my shirt on or she'd move my panties aside. Skin to skin contact just felt so much more intimate, and I wasn't sure if Paige and I were there yet. Actually, I wasn't sure we'd ever be there.

My mouth fell open at the sight of her. She wasn't supposed to come home for another two days, I had it marked on the calendar in all caps -- Micah's name was there too obviously...

"What're you doing here?" I asked with wide eyes.

Paige frowned playfully, "I thought you'd be happy to see me" she said, pushing herself off of the door and climbing into my bed. She laid there with her hands behind her head, eyes shamelessly looking over me. I covered myself even more, biting my lip. Paige laughed and shook her head, "Get dressed if you want to."

I got changed as quickly as I could, pulling on my sweatpants and my tank top. I wanted to wait until right before I left to put the hoodie on. I had planned to do my curl routine and a full face of makeup, just really taking the time to get myself ready, but all that went out the window the second I saw Paige.

The blonde had this ability to take complete control over me, whether she meant to or not. I couldn't think straight with her around, my mind becoming a chaotic mess as I tried to anticipate anything that would happen. She made me feel like I was everything, like nothing else mattered when we were together. The way she looked at me when she fucked me, like I was a prized possession, the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

I finished putting my earrings in and spun around in a cloud of perfume.

"You're so cute" Paige commented.

I set the bottle back on my vanity and walked over to her, "So are you."

"Yeah?" she raised her eyebrows, sitting up turning her body to face me. She pulled me in to stand between her legs, her hands holding the back of my thighs.

"Mhm" I nodded, a sudden shyness overcoming me.

Paige knew the effect she was having on me, her smile gave her away. She stared directly into my eyes, and then I watched them roam over the rest of my face. It reminded me of how I had burned the image of her face into my memory right before she left a few weeks ago. I had done it because I was so in love with her that I was scared I'd forget what she looked like, although the click of a button on Instagram could remind me in an instant.

But why was she scanning mine? I wasn't leaving and neither was she. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"Of course I missed you" I laughed.

She shrugged, "Just making sure." After a minute of silence, and her continuing to stare at me, she said, "I missed you too."

I bit back a smile, looking away from her, "Whatever."

"Come here" she said, pulling me into her lap. I straddled her, placing my hands on her stomach and tilting my head. She massaged her thumbs into my hips through the thick fabric of my sweats and smiled up at me. "I really did miss you, Summer" she said.

I nodded silently.

"Hey," she said quietly, "I mean that." She leaned in and placed a kiss on my cleavage, "I missed you here," she placed another kiss on my collarbone, "and here," another kiss - this one on my neck, "and here," and that's when I felt her hand go between my legs, "and especially here."

I felt myself getting warm, a feeling I had grown accustomed to when it came to being around Paige. Her lips met mine in a soft, slow kiss. It was different than a lot of our other kisses, than all of our kisses actually. It seemed like we were both trying to savor the taste of each other, like when it ended there wouldn't be another.

Paige was like a drug, I'd rank her up there with things like heroin and cocaine. You tell yourself that you're just going to try it, a one and done kind of thing. But then the opportunity to do it again presents itself, and you've done it before so what's the harm? After that you start to think about it more, putting yourself in situations where you know it'll be there to give yourself an excuse to use it, to be around it.

You don't even register the addiction until you're so deep in that there isn't a light on either side of the tunnel. You're just surrounded by utter darkness. It's at that moment, when instead of craving some kind of savior or miracle, you crave more of what's breaking you, that is when the realization hits you...

Paige's lips connecting with my jaw pulled me from my thoughts. I tilted my head slightly to the side, my eyes fluttering shut as I focused on the gentle feeling.

"You smell so good," Paige murmured against my skin, pulling me closer in her lap.

I moved her face in front of mine, attaching our lips for the second time. She didn't waist any time picking up the pace, her grip on my thighs becoming tighter as she pulled on me hungrily. I eagerly moved my lips against her, the desire to feel her burning like a fire within me. She bit my bottom lip, a soft whimper spilling from my mouth. Paige smiled into the kiss as she slipped her hand underneath the waistband of my sweats.

My phone pinged from the dresser across the room at the same time that Paige's hand came in contact with my clothed cunt. She teasingly ran her fingers up and down my core, my wetness dripping out of me and soaking the fabric of my panties. My phone pinged again. Paige moved my underwear to the side, beginning to rub circular motions on my clit.

"Paige..." I moaned breathlessly, hardly able to hear myself over the arousal that clouded the entirety of me. She hummed, trailing kisses down from my neck to my cleavage. Leaning back and arching further into her, I allowed her more access to me. She left marks wherever she sucked, following up with a lick to soothe the skin. We needed to stop, I needed to stop this.

I went to say something, to tell her that I had to go because Noelle was waiting outside for me. But my words came out as nothing more than a cry when I felt her plunge two fingers inside of me. The sting that occurred was masked by the pleasure that came with it. Her lengthy digits skillfully pumping in and out of me with ease, dancing around in the pool of juices that she had created.

She brought my face down to hers with her other hand, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. "Ride my fingers, c'mon, be a good girl."

I nodded my head, unconsciously pouting as I moved my hips with her fingers inside of me. Her fingers were deeper than they had ever been before, and she was looking at me with such admiration and pride, she was proud of the mess that I had become, the mess that she had made me. My eyes watered and my mouth fell open, I tightened around Paige's fingers. "Good, clench around me just like that," Paige whispered.

"I--I," I stuttered out. I clawed at her shoulders through her sweatshirt, firmly holding onto them. The sound of her moving in and out of me filled the room and she matched the rhythm of my hips. Her fingers turned so expertly inside of me, hitting my spot repeatedly.

"I want you to come all over my fingers," the blonde said into my ear, "I want them covered."

When Paige quickened her movements, I released all over her, just like she told me to. My body shook, and Paige used her other hand to hold me close to her, my head buried in her neck. She ran her hand up and down my back, placing short pecks on my shoulder and whispering sweet things to me. "So good for me," she praised with a smile, "so pretty when you come."

I reciprocated her smile when I finally pulled back from her, my glossy eyes staring into her own. My phone pinged for the third time, grasping both of our attention. Paige furrowed her eyebrows, "Who's blowing up your phone?"

I sighed, "It's Noelle, we're supposed to go Christmas shopping."

"Right now?" she asked, her face falling slightly when I moved to climb off of her.

A knock sounded on my door. Paige sat up straighter, adjusting her hoodie as the knob turned and Noelle face appeared in the crack. The sight of Paige on the bed, of me standing awkwardly next to her, of the bed itself as the covers were bunched up and wrinkled. She looked between the two of us, her surprised expression turning to one of suspicion.

"I've been texting you..." she started, her green eyes staring at me.

"Yeah sorry, Paige and I were just catching up" I breathed out, glancing at the blonde that was still seated on the bed.

"Catching up on what? She's been gone for two weeks."

Paige snorted, "Good to see you Noelle," she then turned to me, "I'll see you, yeah?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

Noelle and I watched as her lean figure exited my room. When she was sure that the taller blonde was out of earshot, she marched toward me and scanned my face. "Your cheeks are red and your lips are puffy..." her mouth fell open as she said, "You two had sex."

"No we didn't-"

"Don't you dare lie to me," she frowned in disbelief, "we tell each other everything right?"

I nodded silently.

"Good. So, we're going to go to the mall, we're going to shop, and you're going to tell me every. single. thing."

#paige bueckers x reader #brother's best friend #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #wlw post #smut

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havduaha hello hi i think i'm inlove with you- anw i reaaaaaaalllyyyy love your writing. got me giggling and kicking feet fr hdjashaj soooo i just want to request somethin or whatnot just... dealer!ellie... whatever you want to do just make my dreams come true so i can pass away in peace (just kidding... or not) just gonna leave it here, again i think i'm really inlove with you HAJDHWJSHA BYE MWA

hiiii omgomgomg thank u!! i’m so happy u like my writing + you’re so sweet of course i will write dealer!ellie she is so chefs kiss 💋

beginners luck — dealer!ellie

tw// drug usage !! not smutty just flirty <3 more to come tho !!

• you and ellie were always seeing eachother around campus, or at parties where she’d be doing business. so much so, that the two of you would often laugh to eachother and chat at social gathering about how often you bumped into eachother. things were definitely a little flirty from your perspective, but you didn’t wanna read into it too much. so she’s not a total stranger — you just wouldn’t consider her a friend, and you wouldn’t wanna be stuck in the friendzone anyway.

• she’s always wondered why you’ve never tried to buy from her and then simply put it down to you seeming too innocent to wanna smoke and honestly she thinks it’s cute.

• that is until you can’t sleep one night, mind super frazzled from staring at a computer all day that you decide fuck it, now is the perfect time to start.

• so you march over to ellie’s dorm, and everyone knows where ellie’s dorm is because everyone buys weed from ellie. you didn’t think to change out of the tank top that’s just a little too tight and your cute pj pants, and before it’s too late you’re knocking on her door.

• she opens up pretty fast, and she looks like she just got back — wearing a carhartt jacket over her hoodie, her sneakers still on. she lets you in and honestly she’s surprised and confused as you’re the last person she expected to come knocking at 1AM.

• “i want to… erm, i’d like to buy a…weed.” you try and sound confident but you shrink down when she chuckles, stepping aside and letting you into her room. “i got plenty of those.” she replies as she pulls out a metal box and you don’t quite catch that she’s slightly making fun of your naively worded request.

• she lets you fish through all the pungent baggies with labels you don’t understand on them before you’re looking up at her with doe eyes and a shrug. “i don’t really know what i’m looking for here.” you admit defeatedly.

• “you never smoked before? like not even at a party or anything?” she doesn’t sound judgemental, more curious and you feel more comfortable to be truthful.

• “no, never. just struggling to sleep and i think it might help me.” you respond earnestly and she thinks for a moment, seeming to analyse you before taking the metal box and closing it, storing it away.

• “i don’t usually sell to beginners. they don’t know what they’re doing and then they go away and smoke more than they can handle and then come freaking out at my door saying i laced them or some shit, which i obviously did not. but… i dunno, you’re always nice to me when i see you, and plus i know what it’s like to not be able to sleep. so, i’m gonna help you out.” she ranted, digging through another one of her drawers before she stood back up, holding a smaller tin.

• “thank you, ellie. you’re a lifesaver. what is that?” you ask shyly with your eyes on the tin. she pries it open and nods towards her bed. “sit down.” she offers in a softer voice and you do, watching as she gathers her equipment. “it’s my personal stash. the good stuff, you know. you don’t smoke pretty girls out with the cheap shit i sell.” she chuckled like it was obvious, continuing to set up her little rolling station at her desk, perching on her chair. you flushed all over at her calling you pretty and smiled.

• she talks you through how to roll and prepare the blunt, and you’re trying to listen — you really are. but you’re both finding it hard to concentrate when she’s that hot and explaining things to you, and you’re showing her how good of a listener you can be by responding with small dreamy “mhm”’s to her instructions. you swing your legs as you stare at her, her fingers continuing to do the last bit of rolling and twisting of the pink rolling paper she let you select.

• “now the boring parts out the way…” she smiled as she stood up, flopping down on the bed next to you and pulling her lighter out her pocket before setting them down on the bed between you and shuffling out of her jacket. you felt your body heat up and the close proximity and you kicked off your slippers, crossing your legs and facing her.

• she placed the joint carefully between your lips, eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes as if for permission before lighting it. “now inhale and you’re gonna hold it for a few seconds, alright?” her voice was calm and quiet and it eased your nerves slightly as you did what she said.

• she let you take a few more hits commending you with a “see? you’re a natural.” before taking her turn, inhaling with more confidence as she relaxed back against the wall beside her bed.

• the two of you get talking as you smoked, and you clicked instantly, talking about her day and then talking about yours and laughing together. you almost forgot what you were doing, as after a while it became second nature.

• the fogginess started to hit you as she was talking and you began giggling, eyes now pink and watering as you observed how pretty she was as she spoke. she trailed off, taking a drag of the blunt and you moved closer to her on the bed.

• “your freckles look like little stars.” you tried to widen your eyes so you could see more and she chuckled, tilting her her slightly to catch your eye.

• “you good? it’s hitting you huh?” her voice was laced with amusement as you bit your lip and nodded with an innocent grin. “does it feel good?” she asked, in reference to the high but the question made your eyes flutter anyways. “mhm.”

• the good feeling lasted for what felt like forever, but when she made you laugh at a stupid joke a little too hard you found that your heartbeat sped up just a little bit too much. you tried to play it cool, taking a deep breath as you flattened your back against the wall, staring at her bedsheets.

• she moved her head slightly, trying to catch your eye. “you in there?” she cooed, placing a hand on your shoulder.

• “yeah. m’okay just... focusing on breathing.” you breathe out, a little whiny and trying not to panic. ellie barely reacts, reaching under her bed and pulling out a water bottle from a multipack, opening it for you and handing it to you lidless. “you’re alright, just smoked a little more than you can take for now. just relax, ‘kay?”

• she pulled her laptop up and put some kind of animated comedy on the screen to distract you, and somehow you ended up with your head resting in her lap as the two of you watched, ellie smoking another to herself. you relaxed yourself, and the high felt good again. you rolled over to look up at her, watching her smoke as her beautiful features were lit up by the glow of the screen. her eyes were pink and glossy now too and the room was smokey. you noticed the sock over the smoke alarm on the ceiling just past her head in your eyeline and giggled, attracting her attention.

• “what you looking at?” she smiled down at you and you shrugged it off, instead choosing to play with the drawstrings on her hoodie.

• “how much?” you asked sweetly. “before i forget.”

• “how much what?” she stroked your hair back.

• “how much do i owe you for this premium experience.” you giggled. “can see why so many people buy from you now. y’must be popular with the ladies.”

• she chuckled, but in a modest and almost nervous way as she leant back more against the wall— taking the moment to really look at you as you stared back. the weed induced haze gave you the confidence to hold her gaze without looking away.

• “i guess a beginner wouldn’t know that pretty girls smoke for free.” she smirked and you bit your lip in girlish excitement at her calling you pretty again. “especially pretty girls that are extra pretty when they��re all giggly and smoked out with big pretty pink eyes.” her voice was smooth and your heart fluttered again, but in a good way this time.

• “i suppose you should be paying me then.” you joked quietly and she laughed, nodding. you sat up slowly, eye contact not breaking once and your faces close.

• “so… do you let all your beginners lay in your lap and smoke with you?” your eyes danced between hers and her eyes were heavy lidded, lazily staring at your lips before blinking up at your eyes, stubbing out the last of the roach into the ashtray.

• “first time for everything. figured i’d try it out on the cute girl i see around campus that i was too much of a pussy to talk to.” her voice was quiet, almost lusty and you licked your lips.

• “me?” you breathed out sweetly and she smiled again.

• “clever girl.” she praised, pulling you in to meet her lips.

i don’t rlly like this but hey ho i can’t be bothered to write it again :))))

#ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams prompt #modern!ellie williams #ellie williams au #dealer!ellie

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ckret2 · 10 months

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Chapter 26 of human Bill doing his best to arm-twist his captors into doing anything he wants, featuring: the gang going to the mall, where Bill tries on some of the most ridiculous outfits known to mankind, to Mabel's delight and Stan & Dipper's despair.

(please click on the second image, you can't imagine how long it took to make those two patterns. (Okay you probably can, it was a couple hours.))

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Bill said, "Well, you can tell Stanford that if he's got a problem with my drinking, I'd like to see him try to get a good night's sleep in an alien body without some kind of sedative! I've got a fresh new liver, three little cans of cider a day won't kill me before one of us finds a way to get me out of this body!"

Exasperated, Mabel said, "Why do I have to tell him? Just talk to each other."

"You think I don't want to? He's the one who's put two doors, an elevator, and a trick vending machine between him and me."

Mabel supposed that was true. "Okay, fine. More importantly: what do you think of going shopping?"

Bill shrugged. "Sure. I'll take any opportunity to go outside. It'll be a good test run for other trips."

Mabel frowned, clearly disappointed by the reaction. "That's it? I thought you'd be more excited. You can finally get more clothing!"

"How much clothing do I need?" He gestured down at himself, wearing his hoodie and a borrowed skirt. "I'm not naked, what more do you want from me?"

"To like your clothing!"

"Oh, right. I keep forgetting you have a whole thing about people other than you being happy."

Mabel socked his arm. "Do you just not care about clothes? I didn't expect you to be like Dipper about it."

Eugh. "It's not that I don't like fashion in general," Bill said, eager to distance himself from the household wet blanket. "I have very strong opinions on other people's fashion! It's just..."

It was just that he didn't relish the idea of standing in front of a mirror, partially nude, staring at the bone-caged skin prison he was locked inside.

He still put towels over the bathroom mirror when he showered.

"Well," he said, "isn't the whole point of fashion self-expression? And my self can't be expressed in this body." He tugged on the collar of his hoodie, "This is as close as it's gonna get."

"Does clothing have to express your self? Can't it just look really cool?" Mabel asked.

Bill considered that. "I do like looking really cool."

Maybe he didn't have to see it as dressing himself. Treat it like inflicting his design whims upon a helpless human puppet. He'd done that before, he liked doing that. He was lucky, at least, that as far as puppets went, this was an incredibly good-looking one. Aside from the neck.

"Do I have to wear that, though?" Bill skeptically eyed the knit garment held in Mabel's hands.

"Yep! Grunkle Ford's orders! It's to make sure you don't talk to people."

"Can I put it on over my hoodie?"

"As heartwarming as it is that you love it so much: no, you've gotta take it off."

"How come?"

"It's safer this way! Your hoodie might freak people out."

"Freak them out how?"

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Soos trudged into the kitchen at 3 a.m., yawning, and turned on the lights.

The Bill Cipher, triangular and angular, gold-bricked and one-eyed, hovered in the air.

Soos screamed. "He's back! Everyone watch out! You stay away from my family, you—" Soos picked up the nearest weapon and chucked it at Bill.

The spatula bounced harmlessly off his chest and clattered to the floor. Bill took his hood off. "Wow. Thanks for getting my hopes up, Questiony."

"Oh, whoops. Sorry 'bout that. At a quick glance, that hoodie makes you look a lot like... you." Soos looked Bill up and down again. "Hey. How come you're standing on the kitchen table in the middle of the night?"

"Eh." Bill shrugged. "It passes the time."

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"Sometimes I curse your species's overactive pattern-detection instincts." Bill snatched Mabel's offering out of her hand and trudged to the bathroom to change.

He emerged a moment later wearing the tank top Mabel had knit for him, and tugged out the hem to examine it. She'd cross-stitched on the chest: "STAY BACK! I BITE SALES PEOPLE!"

"I'd be pretty insulted," Bill said, "if this wasn't the funniest thing I've ever worn."

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Stan pulled the old Diablo near the porch to minimize the amount of time Bill would spend in open air between confinement in the shack and in a vehicle; then waited leaning against the car, glowering at the ground like the world's surliest chauffeur (he'd even put on his suit), for Dipper and Mabel to escort the prisoner outside.

The second Bill stepped off of the porch, he looked up in amazement. "What is that?"

Dipper and Mabel looked at Bill's face, then in the direction he was looking. He was staring straight into the sun without squinting. Mabel said, "The... sun?"

"No, not the sun! I mean the—" Bill gestured toward the sun. "Whatever it's doing."

Mabel looked skyward again. She didn't see anything else Bill could be referring to. "Shining?"

"I know what sunshine is!"

"Then what are you asking about!"

Bill studied the sky a moment longer. Finally, he said, "Guess I don't know what sunshine feels like! It's been a long time since I've been naked in the sun."

Stan's head snapped up to stare at Bill. Bill was still completely clothed.

After another few seconds, arms outstretched, staring in blank-faced wide-eyed wonder at the sky, Bill concluded, "I think I'm photosynthesizing again."

This time Dipper looked over. And, Bill was still completely human—a species notoriously well-known for not photosynthesizing. "'Again'?"

Bill didn't respond. Instead, with a shrill cackle that startled the nearby birds out of the trees, he took off at a full sprint.

"Hey!" Dipper tore after him. Stan tensed up, but then grunted, leaned back against his car, and waited for Bill to trip.

Bill's run was the awkward bouncing gait of a moon astronaut on fast forward: someone who at some point had definitely learned how to run, but clearly wasn't used to doing it in this body on this world. He switched to an odd sideways crab-walk gallop—which was, surprisingly, faster—and then attempted, and failed, a cartwheel. Dipper dove for Bill, Stan laughed at them both, and Mabel shouted encouragement at Bill from the porch; Bill hopped back up just before Dipper could catch him.

He attempted a second cartwheel but was caught in the middle by an invisible force jerking his wrist. He yelped and tumbled to the ground. "I think I twisted my arm!" He sounded way too giddy about this.

Mabel looked down at her own wrist and the chain bracelet. She wasn't being actively pulled toward Bill; but nevertheless she couldn't pull her wrist any further away from him. "It worked."

"Of course it did!" Breathing heavily, Bill got to his feet and leaned backward on his heels, using the tension of the bracelet around his wrist to keep from falling. "What, did you ever doubt me?"

"Yes," Stan said. "Always," Dipper said. "Every time you open your mouth," Mabel said.

"You're all haters."

Mabel took a flying leap off of the porch. Bill toppled on his back again.

Once they were all loaded in the car—Dipper in the front glaring in the rear view mirror, Mabel and Bill in the back with Bill making faces at the mirror—Stan said, "Okay. I'm not getting you anything nice, because you're not worth it."

"Aww. And after I made you almost five grand?"

Dipper's jaw dropped. "He what?! When did—"

Raising his voice, Stan went on, "So we're going to Shop Thrifty. Any complaints?"

Bill said, "You don't wanna go there."

Stan turned to give him a dark look.

"You don't," Bill said. "They were robbed this weekend. Security's gonna be high."

"No they weren't, you can't know that. You're making that up. I'm calling your bluff."

Dipper cleared his throat. "Actually... yeah, they were robbed. I've been investigating the possibility that it might've been..." At the sight of Bill's keen gaze in the rear view mirror, Dipper trailed off into mumbles.

Bill waited a second longer to ensure Dipper was properly cowed; then said, "See? You can trust me! But if you want to go to the thrift shop..."

"Ha." Stan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel; then reluctantly said, "I guess we could go to the mall—"

Mabel pumped her fists in the air. "THE MALL!"

"Yes! Finally!" Bill dragged his hands down his face in relief. "Civilization! Other people!"

"Hey!" Stan turned around to point threateningly at Bill. Bill held up his hands to block the accusatory finger. "This still isn't a social trip. Talk to anyone and we're going back to the car."

"I know, I know. I just wanna look at people. That's all!" Bill said. "You know that feeling when you come out of a couple weeks in the hole? When you're grateful just to see anybody?"

Stan's frown deepened; but he didn't say anything. He just turned around, ignored Dipper's curious look, and started driving.

Mabel and Bill high-fived.

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As the car pulled into a parking spot, Mabel handed Bill a pair of mirrored sunglasses with one lens popped out. Bill rolled his (yellow, slitted) eye, but he switched his eyepatch over to the lensless side of the sunglasses and put them on. "Nobody'll notice my eyes. They only look inhuman at certain angles."

"We're being extra cautious," Mabel said.

"If you're gonna make me wear shades any time I'm in public, can I at least pick a pair I like while I'm here?"

Mabel said, "Sure!" at the same time Stan said, "Not a chance." Dipper looked between the two of them, and said, "I'm with Stan."

"I wasn't taking a vote." Bill leaned forward to shove Dipper's hat over his eyes, and followed Mabel out of the car before Dipper could retaliate.

Bill's grin got a little wider and his gait a little bouncier the closer they got to the mall, until he was practically skipping through the automatic doors. "Look at this place! I can't remember the last time I visited a bazaar this booming in person! Two stories, even! Wow!"

Dipper and Mabel exchanged a glance. Gravity Malls was, by far, the smallest mall either of them had ever visited. You could see from one end of it to the other in a straight shot, and the anchor store was just a more popular chain's discount outlet location. Dipper muttered, "He's trying too hard to talk up the place."

Mabel giggled. "Maybe he's easily impressed."

Bill evidently didn't care. He was too busy taking in the sight of all the stores and all the people who didn't hate his guts (or, at least, didn't know they did). He chipperly said, "Hey there!" as he wove around a haggard teenage kiosk salesman.

"Hello?" Snapping into sales mode, the kiosk kid said, "Are you interested in genuine gold-plated signet rings? We have rings with dragons, eagles, Chinese characters, American flags, football teams..."

Bill did a u-turn without slowing down. "Boy, am I! You got any secret societies?"

Stan wrapped an arm around Bill's shoulders—"No, you're not interested."—and dragged him away. He lowered his voice. "What happened to no talking to anyone?"

Bill laughed. "Sorry, I got excited!"

"Uh-huh. Get 'excited' one more time, and I'll assume you're 'forgetting' the rules on purpose and we're going home."

Bill stopped laughing. "Okay, fine." He trudged alongside Stan, sulking.

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Stan tried to direct them toward the discount outlet store; Bill looked wistfully at Edgy On Purpose; Mabel overruled them both by grabbing Bill's hand and bodily dragging him to the coolest store in the mall: 18th Century, the place where the almost-and-barely college kids shopped, and Mabel's newest fashion avatars now that she'd had a year to explore "teenage" fashion and had gotten over it. "You can tell it's for college kids, because they also sell bedsheets and inflatable furniture," she explained as they entered, just before abandoning Bill with Stan as she ran off to start collecting clothing on Bill's behalf. Bill and Stan side-eyed each other, and Bill drifted off toward the small home goods section.

"Ooh, Dipper look." Mabel pointed at a sales rack. "Out-of-season prom dresses! Those are the fanciest dresses!" She dove in eagerly, checking the size tags.

Dipper hovered behind her, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, trying to stand far enough away that it didn't look like he was an active participant in this shopping trip but not so far away that people might start wondering why a thirteen-year-old boy was in the dress section by himself. "Are you shopping for B—for Goldie, or for yourself?"

"For Goldie, obviously! He likes having a triangular silhouette, he needs dresses!"

"Does he want dresses?"

Mabel made a vague I dunno sound. "I haven't asked him yet."

"Maybe you should?"

"It's fine, I'm going to! He can tell me when he catches up!" Mabel pulled out a sequin-studded dress that looked like it had been constructed out of fluorescent pink peacock feathers. She paused. "Okay, it's not exactly his style, but do you think he might try it on anyway?"

Dipper groaned. "Mabel, he's a guy, he's not gonna try on a dress. He wears top hats and bow ties, remember?"

"I know, but... just for fun...?"

Dipper shook his head. Mabel sighed.

Bill rounded a rack of clothing, using a curtain rod he'd claimed out of the home goods section like it was a cane. "Hey, star girl. I know we're here on a focused mission, buuut do you think we could spare a minute to try something just for fun..." He trailed off as he and Mabel simultaneously realized they were both holding a pink peacock dress. Bill's face lit up. "Where have you been all my life?"

"Shut up! How are you this cool!"

"Where's the dressing room."

They took off for the back of the store, Bill tripping over a whole clothing rack as he went.

Dipper watched them uncomfortably, decided he didn't want to follow, and picked his way to the front of the store, where Stan was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed tightly and a sour look on his face. Dipper asked, "Does it worry you how well Mabel and Goldie..."

"Ohhh yeah."

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Bill swung open the dressing room door. "Well? Whaddaya think?" He fanned out the feathers as best he could with his hands.

"It's so beautiful," Mabel said.

"It's hideous," Stan said.

"It's kinda baggy around the shoulders and chest," Dipper said.

Bill shrugged. "I've got the shoulder span of a snake and the hips of a sumo wrestler, what do you expect?"

"It's okay, I can tailor anything we get," said Mabel, who had never tailored anything in her life but was sure she had a book on it in Piedmont.

"Tailor nothing," Stan said, "we're not getting this! What, are you crazy?"

Bill said, "Obviously."

Stan gestured at him. "What in the world would you wear this for?"

"Who cares? It looks cool and this body is merely a meat armature to drape coolness upon." Bill stepped back into the dressing room to eye the dress in the mirror. "Color's a little uniform, though. I'd need some accessories to break it up."

"I think you're right," Mabel said, stroking her chin. "You know what color goes best with hot pink?"

Simultaneously, she and Bill said, "Lime green," then cracked up and pointed at each other excitedly.

Stan and Dipper exchanged a tired look.

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"How about this one?" Bill looked at Stan and Dipper, who were standing guard while Mabel searched for more clothes. "It's obviously the best shirt in the store, but is it me?" Bill was wearing a loose Hawaiian shirt covered in bright multicolored triangles with animal skin patterns—leopard, zebra, tiger, checkers—and a pair of black jeans that fit his hips but consequently drowned his ankles. "Trick question. It's me all over!" He laughed. His laughter petered out. "It's... it's more me than I am. Wow."

Dipper and Stan didn't laugh. "I'm a Hawaiian shirt kind of man," Stan said, "but if the choice was between that thing and going naked, I'd go naked."

"Keep your nudist fantasies to yourself, Stanley." Bill studied his reflection again. "The shirt's great, but they make the pants look dull. I need something that coordinates with it. But what..."

Mabel returned while Bill was musing on his shirt. She wordlessly held out the pair of cheetah/tiger print rainbow leggings she'd been retrieving. It matched the shirt perfectly, in the sense that they both had so many colors on them that inevitably some of those colors were accidentally the same.

Bill accepted the leggings with an expression close to awe. "You're a fashion genius," he said. "Are you sure you don't want your own planet?"

"Not from you," Mabel said.

And for a moment, Bill actually almost looked hurt.

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Bill held up several shirts thoughtfully. The first was an eye-searing abomination; the second was a retina-burning nightmare; and the third was about the same, but it was covered in smiley faces, and somehow that made it worse.

"I feel like they'd all have the right psychological effect on my enemies," Bill said, "but all three is a little redundant, isn't it?"

Not looking, Stan asked, "Is the effect you're trying to have boring your enemies to death? Because it's working."

Bill scowled. He chucked all three at Stan's face. "Fine! Stick them in the 'maybe' pile, I'll narrow them down later." By this point, the "maybe" pile in Stan's arms was almost too big for him to carry.

"My willingness to indulge Mabel is losing to my annoyance at indulging you," Stan said. "I thought this was going to be a quick trip."

"Yeah, well, I'm kinda getting into it."

"Well, would you get out of it and dress like a normal person?"

"Okay, fine. I'll try on something subtle—"

"Goldie!" Mabel ran up waving a ruby red jacket over her head. "Look what I found in the clearance bin! Glittery vinyl!"

Bill's eyes widened.

Reverently, Mabel said, "It looks like a 50's diner booth."

"Is the picture on the back a—?"

"Yeah, it's a puking kangaroo."

Bill snatched the jacket from her hands. "I'll try something subtle after this."

Stan groaned. "I'm gonna stretch my legs." He dropped the "maybe" pile on the floor. "Dipper, make sure the demon doesn't try to end the world while I'm gone."

Dipper resigned himself to the fact that this shopping trip was never going to end, and curled up on the floor to wait to die.

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"Now, this is a keeper," Bill said, examining the summer dress in the mirror. With Stan gone, Bill had a moment of leisure to properly inspect the way the fabric moved and draped. He was using the opportunity to grab the skirt and twirl it like a three-year-old who'd never worn a dress before. "It really speaks to me."

Mabel asked, "Is it because it's covered in—?"

"It's because it's covered in yellow triangles. I know what I like!" He spun around to see how the skirt flared out, tripped and fell over—"I meant to do that!"—and heaved himself back upright with his curtain rod cane. "I'm fine, shoo." He waved off Mabel's attempt to help, and brushed off the dress. "Too bad it looks weird with pants. I'd prefer my legs covered, but dresses are the only thing most human stores carry that flatter my shape, so what're you gonna do."

"What about more leggings?" Mabel asked.

"Do they have any black ones that don't look like cheap spandex?"

"I think I saw some that look like jeans!"

"It'll do. Good thinking, star girl."

"Any time, triangle... guy." Mabel paused. "Hey... just out of curiosity—since I don't think we ever really covered this, since you're an alien and all—aaare you a guy or a girl?"

"I'm a triangle! C'mon, you already know that."

Mabel opened her mouth to protest that Bill hadn't answered her question; hesitated as she realized that maybe, in fact, he had; and instead asked, "Is a triangle more like a guy or a girl?"

Bill paused as he gave the question a moment of contemplation; and then he said, "No, not really."

Dipper, who'd been using the "maybe" clothing pile as a pillow and pretending to ignore everything Bill did, finally gave in to the urge to glance over curiously.

Mabel concluded a triangle must be either in the exact middle of the scale, or else outside of it completely. "Oh! Okay."

Bill elbowed Mabel and said, "Keep this bit between you and me," blithely ignoring the fact that Dipper was totally within earshot and now seething about being ignored in return. "But if anyone else on this planet asks, I'll usually imply I'm a 'man,'" he put the word in finger quotes, as though he wasn't wholly convinced that "men" really existed, "but—that's strictly for business."

"Business?"

"You know, work stuff," Bill said dismissively. "It makes things easier. See, for the last few millennia, most humans have taken a male's suggestions a bit more seriously than a female's, even when the entity they're talking to is an all-knowing extra-dimensional divine alien angelic muse. Crazy, right?" He said this like he was imparting some great secret he'd figured out by himself.

"Ugh, yeah," Mabel groaned. "Sexism."

"Sexism," Bill sighed, as if he had any dog in this fight at all and wasn't just pretending he could commiserate with his only local friend. "So I figure I can get things done faster as a Bill than a Jill. But honestly? Your local gender system doesn't make any more difference to me than it would to you if somebody asked how many sides you have."

Mabel considered the matter of her hypothetical sides. "I feel like I'd have seven sides."

"Oho! I stand corrected." Bill laughed. "I would've pegged you as a pentagon. I'll remember that."

Mabel had no idea what information she'd just conveyed to Bill, but she felt like he was impressed she had an answer at all.

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"How about this one?"

"I love it. It's so mysterious," Mabel said.

Stan said, "I thought you were gonna try on something subtle?"

"What's more subtle than camo! That's the whole point of it!"

Dipper said, "You're not wearing camo."

Bill looked down at his galaxy print tank top, galaxy print button up, galaxy print skirt, galaxy print leggings, and galaxy print sneakers. "I guess what counts as camouflage depends on the context."

"Wh—" Dipper blinked at Bill in disbelief. "In what context could this possibly qualify as camouflage?"

"Is that a trick question?"

Drily, Stan asked, "You got travel plans taking you to outer space anytime soon, pal?"

Bill's shoulders slumped.

"Now put on something you might actually wear," Stan said.

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Bill opened the dressing room door with four sets of basic black leggings and pants, a couple shorts, and several plain tops in various shades of gold and yellow. "Okay, done."

"Not gonna model each of these for us?" Stan asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"No."

"Fine! You kids don't need to weigh in on these—they're not as fun as the other outfits you were busy unappreciating." Bill shoved the whole pile against Stan's chest, burying the "maybe" outfits he'd insisted he would narrow down. "Okay, let's go."

Stan scowled. "How many outfits did we agree to get you?"

"You didn't." Bill headed to the front of the store.

Mabel started to follow him, paused, glanced back at Stan, and said, "Maybe you can just... toss some of it back on the racks?"

"Maybe you can toss most of it," Dipper said. "How much does he really need, like two shirts and two pants?"

Mabel laughed. "Shut up, that's what you wear!"

Stan rolled his eyes, but headed to the front of the store with an armload of clothing.

The cashier smiled as Bill approached, read his "I BITE SALES PEOPLE" shirt, and quickly turned her attention to Stan. "Hi! Did you find everything you needed?"

"Yeah, and then some," he grumbled, shooting a look at Bill and Mabel. He dumped the pile of clothing on the counter with a heavy groan proportionate to the emotional weight of carrying Bill Cipher's shopping, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Where'd I put my wallet?"

As the cashier scanned the clothes, took off the security tags, and stuffed them into bags, Stan alternated between snatching up the bags to sling them over his arms—looking grumpier with each one—and searching for his wallet. "I'm sure I put... ah-ha!" He withdrew it triumphantly. "There! I know I've got a twenty in here somewhere."

The cashier immediately stopped scanning to give Stan a perplexed look. Hopefully, she asked, "Will you be paying for the rest by card?"

"What do you mean, 'the rest'? How much could this stuff—?" Stan grabbed the price tag on one of the shirts, squinted at it, and grabbed his chest. "Holy moly! For one shirt? This is robbery!"

Mabel winced. "I guess it's a little bit pricier than the thrift shop, but it's not that bad—is it?"

"Not that bad?! For prices like this, it'd be cheaper to get a boat ticket to Taiwan and rob the sweatshop where they sew this stuff! Forget it!" He started sliding bags off his arms and tossing them back on the counter. "Keep them! We're not shopping here!"

"But Grunkle Stan!" Mabel grabbed his coat. "We just found a bunch of stuff that's perfect for Goldie! Please?"

"Do you think I care? He'd be wearing potato sacks if I had my way! We'll go to the outlet store, those are the prices he deserves."

Dipper groaned. "Do we have to do this whole thing all over again?" He and Mabel both looked pleadingly at Bill, waiting for him to protest the return of his carefully-curated wardrobe of tacky golden horrors.

Bill shrugged. "If he didn't bring enough money to the mall, there's nothing we can do about it now."

"Hey! This isn't on me! If it wasn't for you, we'd be at the Shop Thrifty right now!"

Bill scoffed. "Come on, Stanley. It's the 2010's. Even at a thrift store, how far do you think a Jackson's gonna carry you?"

"I think it'd get me a sock I could cram in your mouth, how do you like that?" Stan tossed the last bag on the counter, told the dismayed cashier, "And he looked ugly in everything he picked out, anyway," and stomped toward the door.

"I'm so sorry," Mabel said to the cashier, and hurried after Stan with Dipper. "But Grunkle Stan, we found so many nice things here! We could at least get a couple shirts or leggings..."

"Hey," Bill said. "It's okay, kid."

Mabel shut her mouth, but she didn't look happy about it.

The party trailed behind Stan past a couple of stores, before Bill sped up to walk alongside him and asked, "Well? What's our haul?"

Stan grunted. "What?"

A slow, sly grin spread across Bill's face. "Come on. You can fool the humans, but you can't fool me. What's our haul?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Bill raised a brow.

Stan only lasted a couple of seconds before he cracked a mischievous smile as well. "Oh, did you mean this haul?" He rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a pair of leggings. And then another pair. And then, from his other pocket, a Hawaiian shirt. And—

Mabel gasped. "Grunkle Stan," she hissed. "You didn't!"

"Aw, man." Dipper smacked his forehead. "So all that was an act?"

—and three pairs of socks out of his jacket sleeve, and a dress from his inner coat pocket, and— "Yeeep. I've still got it."

Mabel and Dipper exchanged an exasperated look.

"And you were gonna hit the thrift store." Bill lifted his sunglasses so Stan could see him roll his eye.

"Hey, they've usually got less security than the mall. It's a safer score."

"Cheaper, too."

"You shut up! I'd like to see you do as well."

A bright smile snapped across Bill's face. "Would you! Then get a load of this—" He showed off the front and back of one empty hand, then the other; curled one into a fist; pushed his fingers into the fist and plucked out a corner of fabric; and then, like a magician revealing a long line of scarves tied at the corners, pulled out one garment after another, shirts and skirts and pants. Mabel buried her face in her hands. Dipper looked around like he expected mall security to run up and immediately arrest them all. Bill said, "What'd we lift, almost half the stuff I picked? Neither of us managed to get the kangaroo jacket, did we."

"How did you..." Stan trailed off, jaw dropped.

Bill smugly stuffed the clothing back under his tank top. "All that, and... these." Bill lifted one foot and wiggled it, showing off the yellow foam clogs he'd changed into.

"You just walked out with those on?"

"Sure! You'd be amazed what you can do in plain sight—as long as you don't call attention to it."

"Where the heck are your sandals?"

"Not my problem." Bill gestured vaguely back toward 18th Century with his curtain rod cane. "From the lost-and-found they came, to the lost-and-found they shall return."

Stan, having had his attention called to the curtain rod cane, snatched it out of Bill's hand with a muttered "No weapons," and tossed it in a nearby trash can. Bill watched it go with an expression of miffed resignation. Stan said, "Okay, but how'd you get the security tags off all of those?"

And Bill's grin was back. "Maybe I'll show you—if you show me how you got all that clothing out of those bags into your pockets."

"I thought you were watching."

"My eye is better than my physical coordination. Give me a couple pointers and I'll give you a couple."

Stan looked doubtful. "I just saw you hide half a suitcase under a tank top. I don't think you need any more help with..."

"I'll sweeten the deal," Bill said. "I'm not really a clogs guy. You set me up to walk out with a pair of proper dress shoes, and I'll help you grab a couple rings from that booth at the door?"

Stan scowled. Bill grinned wider. "Come ooon. I know you were eyeing those rings too."

"If we get caught and you throw me under the bus, I'm dragging you down with me."

"I wouldn't dream of it! I don't think either of us can afford to show up on the police's radar, do you?"

"All right, fine. You've got yourself a deal, Cipher."

Mabel silently slid her cell phone over to Dipper so he could text Soos and Ford about this unsettling development.

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(Thanks for reading!! As always, if you made it this far I deeply appreciate any thoughts & comments you want to share! Stay tuned next week for the unsettling development to get Even Worse.)

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thealtoduck · 1 year

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Fast Times

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Content: Y2k teen movie-ish AU

Part 1: ”Nice Cap”

Warnings: Smut, Bottom!Reader, Big dick Jason, Reader is 18 and Jason is 20, rough sex, unprotected sex, missionary position, window sex, innocence kink, friends with benefits…

N/n = Nickname

Summary: Jason and Y/n were hanging out and go back to Jason’s place and the rest of his family is out of town…

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Jason had invited you to hang out in town with him and his friends late in the evening. Your parents hadn’t been completely on with the idea of you going out in so late, but when you told them Jason would be with you they said it was okay. They knew Jason would keep you safe.

It was now 2 in the morning and you and Jason were strolling through the suburbs to his place, he invited you to stay over at his house (even though you were quite literally neighbours) because the rest of his family is out of town. You agreed and the two of you entered his family’s home.

The two of you decided to watch something on the tv and went in to the kitchen to make some popcorn. Jason put a bag of popcorn in the microwave while you got some soda and glasses, which you then brought in to the living room.

The two of you sat down on the couch and you started looking through different movies and shows, eventually deciding to watch a couple of Simpsons episodes before going to bed.

Jason took of his hoodie leaving him in a tight fitting black tank-top showing off his muscles, you gave him a short glance and you made eye contact and he smirked. You snuggled in to a blanket and the two of you watched the whacky adventures of the Simpson family.

While watching Jason put his arm around you and you leaned your head in, resting it on his shoulder.

After watching a couple of episodes you two decided it was time for bed and you went upstairs and into Jasons room which was decorated with posters of his favorite artists and movies.

Jason started stripping out of his clothes, leaving him in his tight underwear showing his huge bulge. Meanwhile you were sitting crosslegged on his bed looking at your phone, texting your parents that you were staying over at Jason’s house, so they wouldn’t be worried when they woke up and you weren’t home.

Jason sat down beside you and put a hand on your thigh rubbing it slowly, he then said ”It’s been a minute since that time at your place”. He gave you a suggestive look. ”No ones home, which means we can do whatever we want” He said, starting to slowly lift your sweater.

You put your phone aside, smiled at him and helped him take it off of you. Jason then pushes you slowly onto your back on his bed and his half naked form climbs on top of you and you start to make out. You then pull off your t-shirt as Jason is unbuttoning your baggy jeans and pulling them slowly down your legs leaving you in your boxers.

You continued making out as your hard legths and bodies rubbed together creating heat between you. Jason reached down to your crotch and started palming your dick. Jason then traced kisses down your body, over your nipples and then down to your clothed cock.

He then pulled your boxers down leaving you naked in front of him. ”I’ve been thinking about this all day” Jason said and the two of started making out again. Meanwhile Jason reached down to your ass and traced his finger over your tight hole.

He then pushed a finger in to you, making you moan, he continued to finger you open until you were ready to take all off him. Jason pulled off his tight briefs revealing his hung hard cock. Jason brought out a bottle of lube and applied some to your hole and drenched his cock in it.

He lined himself up with your hole and slowly pushed in to you, making you wince from the size. ”Take all of it” Jason said as he continued sliding in to you while you moaned. Once he was all the way in he let you adjust to his size.

Then he started moving slowly in and out of you and you wrapped your legs around him. ”You look so fucking hot taking my cock” Jason groaned in you ear. As he pushed his big length in and out of your hole.

”Jay, faster” you said through your panting, his cock filling your ass so good. ”What would your parents say if they saw you like this?” Jason said cockily as he started going faster. ”They didn’t want their little N/n, going out late” he continued.

”They only allowed you to go out cause you’d be with me and now their innocent little boy is taking my cock in his ass” Jason said starting to fuck you rougher. Jason gave you to much pleasure to be able to speak.

”Do you think they’d be happy seeing me fuck their son and filling him with my cum?” Jason said a hint of pride in his voice as he thrusted powerfully in to you.

”I wish they could see you like this taking my cock so good” Jason said and got an idea, he pulled out of you and said ”Wrap your arms around my neck”. You did as told and Jason put one hand under you thigh and one on your back he then lifted you up holding your bodies close together.

He lifted you across the room to the window, you then felt your back hit the cold glass making you shiver. Jason the said ”You live right across the street, now your parents can see you taking my dick”.

He pressed you against the window and once again lined himself up with you and pushed in to your warm tight hole. He bounced you up and down on his monster cock as you whimpered and whined.

The window started to get a little foggy from your sweaty warm body being pressed against it. Meanwhile Jason groaned saying ”Yeah take it” as he brutally pounded in to you.

”Jay, you fuck me so good!” you said loudly. ”Louder, remember there is no one home” Jason commanded. ”Jason! Fuck me harder!” you yelled out. Jason then carried you back to his bed and threw you on to it.

He climbed on to the bed and grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders. ”I’m gonna ruin you and fill you with my cum” he said cockily and started fucking in to you harshly and rapidly.

You threw your head back and groaned as loudly as Jason plowed you in to the matress. You felt yourself starting to get close as Jason’s hung cock made you see stars. ”Jay, i’m gonna cum” you said and Jason pounded roughly in to you making you squirt cum all over yourself.

The sight made Jason hungry for his own release and he thrusted deeply in to you feeling himself getting close. He said shakily ”I’m gonna fill you up” and Jason rocked his cock deeply in to you as he spilled his seed and flooded your insides.

He the slowly pulled out his cock, it felt raw from how rough he had fucked you. Both of you panted heavily and were drenched in sweat. Jason layed down next to you and said ”My family will be gone the whole weekend, why don’t you stay over and we’ll have a movie marathon or something, i get to watch PG-13 movies now that Damian isn’t home”.

”Sure” you said tired out and Jason covered you in a soft blanket while he went pulled on some new underwear. He then went to the bathroom and got a towel and came back and cleaned you up. Then he helped you put on a pair of his underwear and then he pulled your sweaty body close and the two of you fell asleep.

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nova-amor · 11 months

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༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞? ◞

you and eren had been best friends for years, having been neighbors all through your development years and staying in close contact with one another during your college careers. you two had never been seen without the other as you grew up, practically glued to each other’s hips.

it wasn’t until after college graduation did you begin to have scheduling conflicts; even with living in the same apartment, you often missed one another due to your differing work schedules and forming new friendships beyond your original friend group.

not wanting to drift apart, eren had come up with a solution: you two would set aside one friday night of the month to spend time with each other, an opportunity for you to catch up and just talk. it was the perfect plan, allowing you some quality time together— watching your favorite movies, splitting a box of pizza, and drinking a bottle of white wine or two. it was exactly what you two had needed to patch up any spawning holes in your relationship.

and, just like any other friday, you and eren had settled onto the living room couch— a comedy movie playing in the background while you devoured your halves of a medium-sized pizza. your legs were draped over eren’s lap, head resting back with the support of a few decorative pillows while you munched on a slice of pizza.

“woah there, ‘ren, it ain’t going nowhere,” you joked as eren downed the rest of his wine in one large gulp, a bit of the alcohol dripping down the corner of his mouth. he gave you a silly grin, wiping the spilled droplets away with the back of his hand. “do you want another glass?”

he extended his glass out to you, “do you mind? i can go get another one myself,”

“if i didn’t want to, i wouldn’t have asked,” you took the glass from him, throwing your legs off his lap and onto the floor. eren watched as you stood up, his eyes trailing over the length of your body before looking back up at you. “i need to replenish my glass anyway, just pause the movie for me.”

eren nodded, mindlessly reaching for the remote as you walked off. he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your backside, his eyes locked on the view of your ass cheeks spilling out the bottom of your very short pajama shorts. the article was skin-tight, clinging to the globes of your ass, his mind buzzing with the idea of whether or not you were wearing underwear or not.

his cock stirred beneath his sweatpants, his hands pawing at his erection, attempting to soothe it or at least hide it before you came back.

“eren?” oh no.

“can you come help me?” you called out to him, voice all high-pitched and needy. he began to panic internally, tucking his erection up into his waistband. maybe if he kept your eyes from drifting down, you wouldn’t noticed the very obvious tent in his pants. “i can’t get the cork out, can you come do it?”

and by the light shuffling of feet across the carpet, eren was sure enough on his way. you held the bottle out to him and he willingly took it from you. he pulled the cork out effortlessly, pouring a few ounces of the wine into your empty glasses as well.

"eren?"

"yeah," he glanced over at you, taking note to how your nipples were very obviously poking through your tank top. it was thin, white, and very sheer. he could faintly see the outline of your areolas through the material. "what's up?" he shifted his gaze to make eye contact with you, feeling a bit guilty for staring at your chest so shamelessly.

"can you help me with something else?" you asked, taking a step towards him. your eyes flickered down to his pants before looking back up at him. "and, maybe, i can help you."

eren took a moment— a long pregnant pause stretching between your exchange. fuck it.

"help you with what?" he already knew the answer to his question. especially with the way you were biting your lip, thick thighs rubbing against one another, your hands fidgeting with the sleeves of your hoodie. he knew exactly what you wanted. he just wanted to hear you say it.

"i think you already know what, 'ren."

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venusbby · 1 year

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♡ characters/pairings: isagi yoichi x reader

♡ warnings: cursing, teeny tiny bit suggestive (oops)

♡ note: this is short but my brain today was fully occupied by yoichi so here u go also i am so horrid at titles that i almost thought about naming this 'victoria's secret' somebody call me an idiot sandwich right now ok bye somebody help me what do i even call this no title for now ok ok bye

🍁 — your boyfriend has taken the concept of your secret relationship a little too seriously.

"what are you doing? let me in." isagi whispered, eyebrows furrowing underneath his messily kept dark hair. although standing in your apartment's doorway gave him a little relief from the cool waves of your air conditioner, he needed to get in before anybody else saw him— but for some reason, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"yoichi?" you stressed on the name hard, your jaw dropping slightly when you were finally able to recognise the deep blue eyes that stared back at you. "you're joking."

"no way, you couldn't recognise me?"

"of course not!" you whisper-yelled, opening the door further to quickly let him inside, eyes drifting from the two doors across the floor to see if anyone of your neighbours was watching. as isagi stepped inside and kicked off his shoes, you watched in astonishment.

"you think i'm going to recognise you when you're dressed like this?" you gestured towards his outfit, from his black face mask to his new shoes. once the door was closed, you couldn't stop yourself from snorting. the more you looked at him, the more recognisable he got— from his eyes to the rings he usually wore.

your boyfriend scoffed, hastily discarding his face mask and throwing it aside, followed by his jacket, then his hoodie, and then— why was he removing his shirt?

"it's so fucking hot," he hissed, running a hand through his hair which was damp at the base with sweat, broad shoulders tensing and relaxing every time he moved to fan himself. "it's so fucking hot but i wore three layers just so i could see you and you're laughing?"

you only stared, not being fast enough to take everything in, how he looked and what he was saying— until he took three quick steps towards you and his hands found their home on either side of your hips, "before you say anything, i'm here because i missed you."

your heart sped up.

only six months into dating the pro footballer isagi yoichi, and he shows up to your apartment in broad daylight dressed in all black hoping to get here without being noticed, just because he missed you.

there was no way he couldn't feel your heart pounding when you chuckled and threw your arms around his neck to bring him into your embrace. your smile was not going to leave anytime soon and by now it was almost normal for your heart to act up when he was around.

since you were just in a tank top and shorts, when you hugged him, you realised he really was suffering in this month's hot weather. there was no way a little sweat was going to stop you from balancing yourself on your toes to push back his hair and plant a kiss on his forehead.

you stared at his flushed face, not bothering to think if it was because of your close proximity or the heat from his clothes. "yoi, you didn't have to do all this. we could've met where we did last time—"

"i'd do anything for you," he cut you off, talking as if he was telling you a fact. his eyes softened, loving and apologizing. "and i hate that you have to drive ten minutes away to meet me all the time."

you rolled your eyes, hands settling on his shoulders now. "ten minutes is nothing."

isagi shrugged at your stubborn response, eyes trailing down to your lips. "im here now, so what's the point of all this? just kiss me."

as expected, your secret lover was quite desperate during the kiss. the last time you met each other was the previous week, after which your schedules struggled to match up and caused you both to pause your meetings for a few days.

the longing behind the way his lips settled against yours almost made your legs give up, and you were thankful for your grip that tightened on his shoulders, which coaxed out a soft hum from isagi.

your first instinct after pulling away was to pinch his cheeks. isagi wasn't in his trance any longer once your fingers poked at his face. "your disguise was kinda shitty, though."

"as if. even you couldn't tell if it was me at first." he retorted, lips still swollen.

"next time you come over, let me help you decide on an outfit that won't make you miserable. 'kay?" you smiled cheekily, thumb hovering over his jaw, and whispered. "and put your shirt back on, please."

"but i'm still feeling hot. don't you like the view anyway?"

you shook your head when you saw his grin, ignoring the last part (which was true). "no worries, i'll turn the AC up for ya."

he gave himself a B for effort, at least.

🍄 — val is tagging... + @hyomagiri (<333)

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kiwisfics · 1 year

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Summary: Reader might have forgotten who those colors could represent when she bought that outfit.

A/N - Just fluff. Gotta get better at writing kisses. I feel like my quality is slipping, but at the same time, I write these for me, so I still feel like they're better than my old fics.

“Well, don’t you look stunning, doll?” Jason circled her like a predator about to pounce, but in contrast, she simply beamed at him and did a spin.

“Isn’t it cool? I look all awesome and dangerous like you do now, right?”

The black leather jacket over her dark red tank top was hardly an intentional homage to him, but he couldn’t be blamed for the flare of possessiveness that ignited when she looked like that. Topped with the grin she flashed—confident and dangerous in nature—and a pair of tight black jeans, jeans with holsters on the sides, he really couldn’t be blamed.

“You look gorgeous in my colors, doll.”

Her grin instantly dropped in surprised realization.

Okay, maybe she’d subconsciously picked the red. She could admit that, considering she found him and the Red Hood get-up the peak of attractiveness, but how dare he call her out on it? She wasn’t that obvious, right?

“Red and black aren’t your copyright, Hoodie.”

“You are showing it off for me. Hard not to think that you’re making a point of admiring me.”

She scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

“You are showing off for me, though. Are you looking for a compliment?”

“You’re in my apartment. I might as well show you my new outfit.”

“Well, if you were looking for a compliment,” he took a step in her direction, briefly reminding her of how intimidating he could be, even in mundane movements, “I could give you one.”

She blinked, fully aware that there was an underlying meaning to that.

“I’m better with actions than words, though.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

The grin he flashed was something that might have annoyed her some weeks ago, but right now, she was too enthralled with the implications to care.

“So, were you looking for a compliment?” He leaned over enough to make his intentions clear.

“Uh,” she swallowed thickly, “maybe.”

She hadn’t realized how close the sofa was until he caged her against the back, his hands aside her hips and his face even with her own.

“Maybe?”

With the surprise waning, she regained her composure, “I don’t want a compliment,” she leaned in almost imperceptibly, “I want you to kiss me.”

“I guess that’s good enough.”

His lips met her own and she was almost positive this was a dream that she was going to wake from.

But she didn’t and it definitely wasn’t.

The aggression that he pressed into the kiss screamed of possession, but she couldn’t say that she didn’t like it. Her own aggressive response led to their teeth clacking together, to which Jason pulled back with a laugh.

“Easy, tiger.”

“You’re one to talk.”

He chuckled as he leaned back in, the aggression gone in favor of something far softer than she would have expected from him before now.

He earned a wistful sigh as he pulled back again, forehead bumping against her own.

“That’s some compliment.”

“Mhm.”

“I think I look a little better than that, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If you want to know exactly how good you look, you shouldn’t expect my lips to leave yours anytime soon.”

“Promise?” Her grin had returned, reflecting his own.

“Promise.”

#jason todd x you #x reader #dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #fluff #jason todd #jason todd x reader

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this is how i see the revolutionary set and co dressing

hamilton: wears either black, grey or green hoodies and jeans all the time. he probably would hiss at you if you put him in anything else ( just like lin, he'd wear jeans and a shirt to the mf whitehouse and you cannot convince me otherwise )

laurens: overall just dresses really casual. he doesn't overdress since that takes energy. his outfits are simple and they work perfectly for him.

lafayette: he is one of two things; either extremely well dressed, like fashion model type shit, or has no fucking dress sense at all, like he gets dressed in the dark. and yet he always makes it look good. ( he's also definitely alt in some way but i can't tell what )

mulligan: basically just wears baggy ass pants and a tank top on the regular ( he seems like the type of person who would wear shorts in winter on some elsa "the cold never bothered me anyways" type beat )

angelica: she's a dark academia girlie and they all slay. i have nothing more to say

eliza: she's just very casual, very cozy. they might be simple but they're stunning each time.

peggy: she wears anything imo and she makes it all work. also something tells me that she is a queen at accessorizing and everyone comes to her for tips and advice ( except for thomas. he's just stuck up )

jefferson: runway model. designer everything. his outfit alone will call you a broke bitch.

maddison: sweaters sweaters sweaters. well, he's always sick so he gotta dress all warm and snuggly and shit

burr: he's always in some form of suit. casual? unless that casual has a business in front of it, that ain't him. he the type to carry a briefcase with nothing in it, or like a singular pen inside

washington: dad. need i say more? ( he once showed up in socks and sandals and everyone fucking exploded. ofc he didn't know why and thought they were overreacting )

king george: he's flamboyant stylish bitch energy. he's also colorful as all hell too. i can really think of much from him aside from everything is as dramatic as he is

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 10

*Hello, everybody! We're back with another chapter/episode! This is published on March 31, 2024. If you guys like this chapter/episode, please don't be afraid to comment, reblog, and heart it! That would be greatly appreciated. Warning: Vulgar language and violence. Enjoy!*

Episode Ten: The Living World

The sounds of police sirens alert Stolas.

Stolas blinks his red eyes, realizing that he’s in the alleyway of Los Angeles.

“Shit,” Stolas utters before noticing the group out of it from flying through the portal. He hurries to pull them aside in the darkness of the alleyway. Charlie is the first one to snap out of her trance to realize that she’s in the dirty alleyway full of graffiti.

“Where are we?” Charlie questions while looking around the place.

“We are in the living realm, your highness,” Stolas responds.

Moxxie and Millie manage to grasp their surroundings along with Angel, Bella, and Nifty.

Charlie smiles brightly. “Oh my gosh! This is where we get most souls from!”

“Yes, and if you don’t want them to notice our differences or be hunted down by demon hunters, you have to blend in. Like this, princess,” Stolas demonstrates by transforming into a human. “See? Although, you look like a human the most out of everyone here. Just need a little bit of make-up.”

Charlie’s red eyes sparkles. “Ooh!”

Angel tilts his head in confusion. “Wait, what about the rest of us?”

“Well, I’m afraid that without my Grimoire, I won’t be able to provide human disguises for you all. Although, both you and Bella can retract your limbs to make yourselves more like human. You’ll be seen as furries. I’m more worried about Nifty here.”

“What about Moxxie and Millie?” Charlie asks.

“Don’t worry about us, your highness,” Moxxie calls in a feminine tone.

The others turn their attention to Moxxie and Millie. Moxxie and Millie are dressed in casual human clothes with Moxxie wearing a black tank-top and tight black sweatpants with a cute hairstyle while Millie wears a beanie, an oversized black jersey shirt of a basketball team, and dark gray shorts that are pants to her.

Stolas stares for a moment and then nods. “See? They got it.”

Nifty looks up at Stolas with her one red eye. “Can I stab people?”

“Uh, no,” Stolas responds while taking out the backpack. “How about you get in this backpack instead, hm?”

“Ooh! Backpacks!” Nifty exclaims in excitement, jumping into the backpack.

Stolas zips up the backpack and gives it to Angel. “Here, you carry her around.”

“Ugh, fine,” Angel groans while getting the hoodie hanging on the wall besides the clothes shop and retracts his bottom two arms into his body.

Bella copies Angel and gasps in shock that she’s able to do it this whole time.

Stolas leads the group out of the alleyway. “We must look for the others. But first, let’s try to find a way for everyone to fit in. Let’s go.” They head through the city, searching for disguises for the others.

~.~

“Where are we even going?” Nora groans as Blitz is leading the group consisted of Loona, Octavia, Rosie, Sebastian, Eleanor, Alastor, Vaggie, Husk, Fizz, and Cherri.

“There’s always campsites in these woods for humans. Maybe there’s a campsite we can stay out that might be empty with plenty of food,” Blitz responds.

“It’s been a couple of days and we haven’t eaten,” Alastor points out.

“We can always eat each other,” Rosie responds with a manaical smile.

“No, God, no! We’re not eating each other!” Blitz barks at Rosie.

Husk notices Fizz staring at the ground without looking at where they’re going. “You okay?”

Fizz shoots a glance up at Husk and sighs. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Really, I’ll be fine...I just...miss Oz, you know.”

Husk frowns and pats his shoulder. “I know, kid.”

“Do you think Ozzie is going to be okay?” Fizz asks Husk in concern.

“I--I don’t know,” Husk responds sadly.

Fizz notices Husk looking away. “Um, I’m sorry about Angel Dust. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“I hope so too,” Husk responds.

Nora sighs and looks up at Vaggie, who seems tensed up. “I’m sure Charlie and Bella are going to be fine.”

“I hope so too. But I swear if a hand is laid on both of them, I’ll fucking kill whoever their captors are,” Vaggie growls, not intentionally at Nora.

Nora lifts her head up with determination. “I’ll help you bury the bodies.”

Vaggie looks at Nora and huffs a laugh. “Thanks, kid. I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

“We’ll join you,” Sebastian says.

“Don’t worry, we are experts at burying bodies,” Eleanor reassures Vaggie. “Just don’t get on our bad side and we’ll be completely fine.”

Vaggie widens her eye. “I’m not sure if that makes me feel better.”

“Guys! We’re here!” Blitz announces to the group. The group looks ahead to find a camp full of teenagers doing various of extracurricular activities with camp counselors watching them.

“Ugh, teenagers. The worse,” Blitz responds with a groan.

“Not any worse than losing the one you love,” Fizz replies sadly.

Blitz glances at Fizz worriedly. “You doing okay, pal?”

“Ooh! Fresh skins and meat,” Rosie responds, showing her sharp teeth. “Let’s eat them all.”

“I’ll dice them,” Alastor says while pulling out a knife.

"We'll cook them!" Eleanor replies happily, pulling her blushing husband by her side.

“No, goddamn it!!” Blitz shouts at them. “You’re going to make a bigger mess than there already was. No. We need to blend in with the camp.”

“I’m sorry, what now?” Alastor responds.

“Yeah, you, an ex-exterminator thing, and this cannibal bitch can blend in with the humans perfectly,” Blitz suggests with a small smile.

Vaggie arches a brow. "You mean fallen angel?"

"Yes, that too," Blitz says to Vaggie.

“Wait, how do you know that I’m a fallen angel--?”

“Because you’re holding a fucking angelic spear. Don’t think I don’t notice that when we first met. I don’t know how anyone in Hell didn’t catch that,” Blitz interrupts Vaggie’s sentence. “I’m surprised your girlfriend didn’t notice it.”

“Oh, she knows,” Vaggie responds.

“We all know,” Alastor adds. “We just never made any comments on it.”

“Wait, what?” Vaggie questions. “I thought I was doing a good job hiding it!”

“Not so much, I’m afraid. I’m surprised that Charlie was the last to know this,” Alastor responds.

“Wait, wait, Charlie is the last to know?! Was it that obvious?!” Vaggie questions her friends.

“Yes, my dear,” Alastor responds.

Husk raises his hand. “Hey, I was thinking of telling Charlie about you before all of this shit with the exterminators went down, but this guy here says to not say a word since we figured that Charlie might know back then.” He refers to Alastor, who has his grin stretched proudly.

“And poor Charlie becomes desperate for my help that we shook on it,” Alastor responds.

“Wait, what?” Rosie questions.

“We shook on a deal. Of course, I don’t have Charlie’s soul since she’s Hellborn,” Alastor responds with a little wave of his hand.

Before Alastor continues on to brag about it, he feels the sudden cyan chain around his neck and is pulled back into the woods.

“Okay, okay, team, we need to focus on how to blend in with the humans,” Blitz tries to get everyone’s attention.

However, Husk has witnessed Alastor being pulled back into the woods in a quick manner and Rosie is nowhere in sight.

Husk sneaks into the woods while Blitz makes a plan for the group. He hears familiar voices whispering in the woods until he manges to find Rosie and Alastor. Alastor has a cyan-colored chain around his neck. Alastor is no longer wearing his usual grin, the fear in his yellow eyes is something that Husk has never seen before. He hides behind the tree to overhear their conversation.

“What the fuck was wrong with you?” Rosie questions Alastor harshly.

“I don’t have her soul, Rosie. I would never take her soul---”

“But she’s chained to you,” Rosie snarls. “Look, you can make deals with the cyclops maid or that gambling beast, but you don’t ever touch her. That’s the contract you signed, dear Alastor. You’re supposed to make sure her hotel is running smoothly. You’re supposed to keep her safe. She is off-limits when it comes to making deals with her.”

“I swear, Rosie, I don’t have her soul,” Alastor responds, trembling in fear now.

Husk witnesses Alastor shaking like the leaves up on the trees. He has never seen Alastor this fearful before. It’s almost like a small payback for all the fear Alastor causes Husk, but Husk can’t feel any remotely happy about what Alastor going through.

“When did this dealing take place?” Rosie growls at Alastor, tugging at his chain.

“When she found out that Vaggie used to be an exterminator,” Alastor cries in fear. “She just wants to save her own damn hotel and people--”

“And you took advantage of that,” Rosie snarls. “If I ever hear or see you making deals with her again, I’m going to make sure that the legend of the Radio Demon ceases to exist. You hear me?”

“Yes, yes, I promise I will never make deals with her again!” Alastor screams in fear, his radio tone now becoming real and raw, tears streaming down his face.

“Good,” Rosie responds sadistically. The cyan chains fade from Alastor’s neck. He’s risen on his feet as his legs wobble. Rosie notices Alastor’s frown and helps him stretch the corners of his mouth into a grin.

“You know, you’re never fully dressed without a smile, dear,” Rosie says, going back to her peppy tone.

Alastor’s grin is back on his face, glued on like a mask.

Husk breathes heavily when they notice him eavesdropping them. He bolts through the woods, trying to get away from them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Husk whispers to himself, trying to run back to the group. “WAIT UP, GUYS!!”

Before he can get any attention from the group, the green chain is wrapped around his neck, causing him to slip and fall back on the ground with a yelp.

He’s being pulled back into the woods as he struggles in his chains.

Husk glances at the chains, watching Alastor pulling at them with his staff and hands.

“You know it’s rude to eavesdrop,” Alastor responds in a threatening matter.

Husk breathes heavily. “I-I was just worried about where you both were--”

“Oh, don’t play the fucking sympathy card, Husk. You know you want to get out of my chains for a while now. I know you. I can sense you trying to get out my chains. You tried all the rings of Hell to get free from your chains, only to find yourself completely hopeless. Did you really think that I’m that stupid?!” Alastor growls at Husk, pulling his face close to his angry tone behind his glued on grin.

“P-Please--”

“You of all people should know that I always know where you are at all times. You are the only overlord that knows that has shared powers with me and you are the only overlord that knows that I’m the one on the leash. Don’t make me kill you like the rest of those overlords who cross me. I have your soul, remember?”

Husk can feel his soul being crushed, choking on the green chains. “Al, you need to break your c-chains--”

“Be fucking glad Angel isn’t here. Otherwise, I’d rip his soul right out in front of you if you ever cross me again! Slowly and painfully. Then after I kill him, I’ll kill you. I’ll make sure yours and his screams are broadcasted on my radio daily. Don’t ever fucking cross me again, you understand?” Alastor growls, his unhinged smile turns demonic.

Husk starts to tear up in fear, nodding his head quickly.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?” Cherri’s voice echoes behind Husk.

Alastor glances up to see Cherri standing there with her eye glaring at him. He throws Husk onto the tree next to them as he storms by her.

“You saw nothing,” Alastor snarls at Cherri and heads back to the group.

Rosie walks by Husk with a small soft look and then walks by Cherri, giving her a friendly wave.

Cherri runs by Husk, which she notices him breathing heavily in panic.

“Hey, mate, are you okay?” Cherri asks Husk in concern.

Husk starts to spiral in his mind. He can hear his heart thumping from his eardrums. He looks to the sky as if he’s trying to keep his head above the waters. He places a paw over his heart to feel his heartbeat growing faster and faster. He breathes heavier as if he has run a mile.

“Husk! Husk, what’s wrong?!” Cherri’s voice is muffled by the ringing sounds in his ears.

Husk can hear his own breathing growing rapid, clutching at the leaves on the ground with his other paw to keep himself grounded. But even grabbing at the leaves didn’t stop his mouth from becoming dry.

“W-Water--” Husk utters, his voice dry.

“Water?” Cherri questions, watching Husk gripping his chest. She stands up quick. “Stay here, I’ll get you help. Hold on!” She rushes through the woods, leaving Husk alone with nature.

Husk starts to sob, tears leaking out of his eyes. The pain in his chest worsens when he starts sobbing.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he hears Vaggie’s voice, but he can barely distinguishes the words.

“I don’t know! Alastor might have threatened him or something! I don’t know what’s going on!” Cherri’s voice echoes in his ears.

Vaggie peers into his vision, shaking his shoulder.

“Husk? Husk?! Are you okay?! What’s going on?” Vaggie calls out, her voice still muffled from the ringing in Husk’s ears.

Husk can’t even answer, tearing up more.

Vaggie takes deep breaths on her own and sits next to him. “Okay, okay, big guy. It’s okay, we’re right here.”

Cherri sits next to Husk, giving him a glass of water. “Here, I got you some water.”

Husk raises his arm up slightly, grabbing the water and drinking it with large gulps.

“Don’t drink too fast,” Vaggie cautions Husk calmly.

Husk drinks the water to help his parched throat as Cherri takes the glass from him.

“It’s okay, Husk,” Vaggie replies. “Just take deep breaths. Like this.” She shows Husk deep breaths she’s taking. Husk’s eyes move to see it, and he attempts to take deep breaths.

“There you go, big guy. You’re doing great,” Cherri replies softly. “Keep going.”

Husk takes deep slow breaths. His breathing is becoming more easy, no longer choking on air. He blinks his eyes and before finally hearing everything in nature without his ears ringing. However, he breaks down crying, hiding his face from the girls.

“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s going on, Husk?” Vaggie asks.

“That fucking maniac,” Husk chokes out, feeling Cherri’s hand rubbing his shoulder.

“Yeah, it seems like he threatened you,” Cherri responds. “Are you okay with telling us what happened?”

“I don’t want to remember it,” Husk whimpers, afraid to slip back to panicking.

“Okay, okay,” Vaggie responds softly. “You don’t have to say anything. Okay, just keep taking deep breaths.”

Husk keeps taking deep breaths and sobs into his thighs, earning rubs on his shoulders from both Vaggie and Cherri.

“You’re doing great, Husk,” Cherri reassures him.

“Yeah, you’re doing great,” Vaggie adds.

Husk finally calms down, looking up to see nature again. He glances at the ladies comforting him.

“You okay now?” Cherri asks.

Husk wipes his tears away and nods. “Y-Yeah.”

“Good,” Vaggie responds while looking around the woods. “The others are waiting for us. You want to wait a little or--?”

“No, I’m fine,” Husk responds, getting up from the ground. “Let’s go.”

Cherri and Vaggie got up with unsure glances at each other. They follow Husk through the woods to get back to the group.

~.~

“Okay, open your eyes,” Stolas, disguised as a human, commands excitedly after doing make-up on Charlie’s face.

Charlie opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is the reflection of her face that isn’t so pale. Her blushes are covered by the light skin foundation. Her eyes are still the same and she has her red suit still.

“Wow,” Charlie responds. “This feels weird.”

“I know. It’s something to get used to. I also have contacts to make your eyes blue,” Stolas responds while holding out blue eye contacts. “Hold still.”

Charlie did as Stolas puts blue eye contacts in her eyes. Now she’s a blonde woman with blue eyes. “Are you sure this is how normal girls look?”

“Oh believe me, your highness. It’s quite a common around here,” Stolas responds with a wave of his hand.

“Ugh, what a basic bitch,” one of the women with dark hair responds while walking by with a group of her girl friends of brunettes.

Stolas watches them pass by while chuckling nervously. “It’s still quite common around here. And must I say, you look stunning, your highness.”

Charlie smiles nervously. “Thanks.”

“Uh, I’m not sure you should go out looking like that,” Moxxie’s voice interrupts them.

Charlie and Stolas watch Angel walking out of the alleyway with a short small-size sweater that only goes down pass his chest fluff barely. He has a white and pink shirt underneath it with tight shorts wrapped around his thighs. He still has his high heels on, clicking on the concrete.

“How do I look, Charls? Do I look sexy or somewhat blending in to everyone in society?” Angel says, striking various of poses.

Moxxie steps out with Angel and looking at him up and down. “Angel, this could attract attention from other people. We are looking to blend in, not attract attention.”

“Bitch, I attract attention 24/7, what the hell are you talking about?” Angel responds with a sassy tone.

Moxxie sighs in discouragement while slapping a palm against his forehead.

“Ooh!” Angel gasps and looks at Charlie. “This sweaters got a hoodie and look!”

He tilts his head down and pushes up the small cat ears on the hoodie while saying, “Meow, meow.”

Stolas arches a brow in confusion. “Uh.”

“I can be Husky’s twin!” Angel responds happily. “The only thing missin’ is the red color. Which I got!”

Angel whips out the red bandana and wraps it around his eye that has only purple pupils while leaving his normal eye alone. “Bam! Now our colors are matched.”

Bella stumbles out of the alleyway, her make-up done to look somewhat normal and wearing a hoodie to cover her blonde pigtails.

Millie smiles while walking out with the little girl. “Look who’s ready to fit in!”

Bella has an oversized navy blue hoodie with blue pants.

“AWWWW!!!” Charlie coos. “You are so adorable.” She picks Bella up with a hug.

Stolas straightens up, smiling to see Charlie hugging Bella like a mother and a daughter relationship. “Aw, it’s nice to see this relationship grow, wait, where’s Nifty?”

“In this backpack,” Angel shows the cute Mickey Mouse brand backpack.

“Heh-heh, I want to kill someone,” Nifty responds with a maniacal chuckle.

“That’s a no,” Angel responds. “Now, let’s go find Husky and the others!” Angel skips off to look for Husk.

“Off we go then,” Stolas responds while the group follows after Angel.

Charlie carries Bella in her arms as Bella looks up at her with a frown.

“I-I’m sorry,” Bella replies in a croaked tone.

Charlie glances down at her. “For what?”

“F-For lying.”

Charlie frowns and cradles her more. “I know why you did.”

“Do you hate me now?”

“No, sweetheart,” Charlie responds. “I don’t hate you. You are still cherished by me and Vaggie. We still want to adopt you now more than ever to get you out of that abusive environment. If you want to, of course--”

Bella hugs Charlie, cuddling her head. “Can I call you Mommy and call Vaggie Mama?”

Charlie smiles. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Stolas overhears the conversation with a soft gaze at Charlie and Bella. Then he frowns and takes out his gold pocketwatch and opens it to see the picture of him and his daughter as a child. A sigh escapes his lips.

“Don’t worry, Via, we’ll find you and the others,” Stolas replies to himself.

~.~

Blitz puts on his yellow polo shirt in the cabin outside of the camp. “Alright, fuckers! We got shit to do and cabins to take over.”

“It would all be easier if we kill some mindless teens and counselors,” Alastor responds, wearing the camp counselor uniform with a deadpan stare despite his stretched grin.

“And eat them and their corpses,” Rosie responds with a small smile in her own camp counselor uniform.

“For the last fucking time, that’s a no!” Blitz scolds both of them.

“Do we really have to wear these costumes?” Husk responds, noticing the tightness around his shoulders and arms while wearing the uniform.

“Just pretend to be the main mascot since this mostly a black cat in the hat thing--”

“I don’t look anything like that thing!” Husk responds while holding up the poster picture of a live action version of Cat in the Hat.

“Hey, these uniforms ain’t that bad,” Cherri responds, noticing the tightness of her rear from the tan shorts and the yellow polo shirt tuck into it. She has a ball-cap on backwards. “I’m definitely going to fuck up this campsite with explosives.”

“If you want to have any hope of taking shelter in the cabins, then don’t blow shit up,” Blitz responds.

“Aww,” Cherri responds dejectedly.

Vaggie looks at her yellow polo shirt, realizing how tight the shirt is around her breasts and the shorts are around her rear. “Well, shit.”

Blitz peeks out the cabin doors. “Alright, Operation Camping Trip is a go. Loona, do your stuff.”

Loona transforms herself into a human.

“Hey, Dad taught me this trick, watch,” Octavia responds, turning herself into a human with her outfit being the same, but she has a rounder face and smoother jawline.

“Shit, that’s cool,” Loona gasps in fascination.

“Yeah, you both look good,” Blitz compliments with a bright smile. “Now, let’s get out there and blend in the crowd.”

Fizz arches a brow since he’s the only one without the uniforms on. “What about me?”

“You get to entertain the kids by being the clown,” Blitz responds.

“Fuck you,” Fizz argues with Blitz.

“Fuck you, first,” Blitz responds with a smirk.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t kill these vulnerable targets?” Alastor replies while holding up one of the five naked camp counselors by his matted hair. Alastor places a knife against the camp counselor’s throat.

“And then we can eat their flesh for food,” Rosie brings up.

“For fuck’s sake, do I have to put you two on a leash?!” Blitz responds with the sass.

“Let’s just go,” Loona replies to Octavia as both of the girls walk out disguised as humans. Husk follows after them with Fizz and Cherri. Rosie and Blitz exit next, leaving Vaggie alone with Alastor.

Vaggie swiftly turns to Alastor. “What the fuck did you say to Husk earlier?”

“Whatever do you mean, dear?” Alastor questions Vaggie.

“Cherri says that you’ve threatened Husk over something. What were you threatening Husk over?” Vaggie probes with a snarl.

“Oh, please, there’s nothing wrong,” Alastor reassures Vaggie.

“Then the why the hell is Husk having a panic attack after your talk with him?” Vaggie asks with a snarl.

“Husk is getting emotional lately. Maybe that’s his problem, not mine,” Alastor responds, walking passed her.

She turns around to watch Alastor walking away. “Ugh, that fucker.”

She exits the cabin and shut the door, leaving five passed out naked camp counselors to rot.

~.~

Stolas, Charlie, Bella, Millie, Moxxie, Angel, and Nifty are exploring around the city.

Charlie shows Bella the restaurants with all the same kinds the same food.

Moxxie and Millie explores the shops around the area with Millie holding a lingerie with a smirk at her husband, who’s blushing in the store.

Angel tries to see out of his one eye, but when he sees the porn stores, his eyes widen in shock at all the naked women on the posters. He frowns at the state they’re in until one buff man rushes by Angel.

“Nice tits, slut!” the man responds while slapping the ‘tits’ on Angel’s chest. The man freezes for a moment as soon as he feels fluffy fur under the tight small cat-hoodie. Angel clenches his jaw and then starts slapping the man around as an act.

“You listen here, fuckhead!” Angel sasses. “You better not touch my body unless you’re my boyfriend!”

“Uhhh, can I be your boyfriend?” the guy responds.

“Uh, a hard no, asshole,” Angel replies with his hands on his hips. “Now get the fuck away before I slap the shit out of ya.”

Nifty pops out from the bag with a psychotic smile, holding a knife, and frothing in the mouth. “And I get to fuckin’ kill ya!”

The man screams at Nifty and runs away, leaving them in awkward silence.

“Sooo, is Husk your boyfriend?” Nifty asks.

“Get back in the bag,” Angel responds with a blush.

Nifty shrinks back into the bag obediently.

Unbeknownst to the group, there are two agents, one male and one female. Both of the agents spot Moxxie and Millie.

“Holy shit, those guys are demons we captured a long time ago,” the male agent, Jasper, gasps in shock.

“Let’s fuckin’ get ‘em,” the female agent, Josephin, responds.

The agents hurry towards Moxxie and Millie. Before the imp couple can react to being snuck up on, they are tased by Jasper and Josephin.

Stolas turns to notice the imp couple being dragged off by the agents. “Oh, shit!”

“What?” Charlie asks with Bella in her arms, approaching by Stolas and turning to look at what he’s looking at. She gasps when she sees Millie and Moxxie being dragged off.

“It’s those demon hunters again,” Stolas growls and storms through the crowd to get to them, but they are gone with Millie and Moxxie by the time they reach the spot where they saw the imp couple get taken.

“Shit!” Stolas curses.

Angel approaches the group with Nifty peeking out of the bag. “What happened?”

“Moxxie and Millie are taken,” Charlie answers Angel.

“Shit, really?” Angel questions in fear.

“This is the reason why we try to blend in with the human society as much as possible. The demon hunters are coming after the likes of us,” Stolas explains to the group.

“Then we need to get to them,” Charlie determines.

“I think I know where they might be taken. Chop-Chop, we got to get them,” Stolas responds as he leads the group to go after the agents that captured Moxxie and Millie.

~.~

Loona, Octavia, and Nora are fitting in with the students while Eleanor and Sebastian hides in the bushes from the sidelines to make sure Nora is okay.

However, Octavia has a crumpled up paper thrown at her. She blinks in confusion and looks at the paper to see the words written: “You’re hot.”

Octavia blinks in confusion and looks to see one of the teen boys waving at her to get her attention as if he’s the one who threw the paper at her. She blushes and hides herself under the beanie.

Nora notices this and looks at the note. Then she glares at the teen boy who throws the crumpled paper at her. “TELL THAT TO HER FACE, YOU FUCKING COWARD!”

Octavia widens her eyes in shock.

Loona hurries into the scene to back Nora away from the teen boys. “Okay, let’s not start a scene here.”

Vaggie watches over the girls to make sure they’re okay until one of the camp counselors smacks her on the butt.

She throws a glare over at the buff guy. “What the fuck?!”

“Can’t help but think you’re hot, toots,” one guy responds with a smirk.

“Ew, I already have a girlfriend,” Vaggie responds with a snarl.

“Yeah, a girl that’s a friend.”

“No, that’s my spouse, dumbass,” Vaggie replies.

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” the buff guy says as he leans closer to where his chest almost touches her breasts.

Husk gets in between Vaggie and the buff guy and pushes him away from her. “She says she’s already in a relationship, fuckhead. So why don’t you go scampering back to your buddies and get the fuck over yourself?”

The buff guy laughs at Husk. “Do you wanna fight?”

“Husk, no,” Vaggie groans.

“Give me your best shot, bitch,” Husk responds with a growl.

The guy throws a punch at Husk, who dodges and uses his claws to scratch up the guy in the torso. The guy stumbles back and catches some blood leaking from his wounds.

“What the--?”

Husk kicks the man in the face, knocking some of his teeth out. The man falls back onto the ground. Husk looks up to find other camp counselors looking at him in fear and shock.

Vaggie sighs with her fists on her hips. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Blitz notices the scene unfolding. “Husk, my guy, you need to--” Suddenly, Blitz has been tased by one of the agents with sunglasses and suit.

Husk gasps to see the agents dragging Blitz away as he charges after the agents by spreading his wings and flying towards them.

“Husk, wait!” Vaggie calls, but Husk doesn’t hesitate and attempts to pick the agent that is dragging Blitz away.

Vaggie is ready to spread her wings until she sees Husk getting caught in the net.

Fizz and Cherri sees this from the other side of the camp with gasps.

Husk is pulled into the mysterious vehicle along with Blitz.

“NO!” Vaggie shouts before watching the vehicle taking off with Blitz and Husk instead of it. “Shit!”

Alastor, Rosie, Sebastian, Eleanor, Nora, Loona, and Octavia approach behind Vaggie. Cherri and Fizz hurry beside Vaggie.

“Shit!” Vaggie curses.

“How unfortunate,” Alastor responds with a sigh.

“Where the hell are they taking them?” Cherri responds.

Vaggie spreads her wings. “I’m gonna follow ‘em.”

“Yay! I’ll join!” Cherri responds.

“I’m in,” Fizz replies, ready to fight.

Octavia steps out from the group. “Can I come?”

“Sure,” Loona says. “I can sniff out their trail.”

Vaggie nods. “Good. Loona, you take the ground. I’ll take the skies. The rest of you stay at the camp. We’ll be back with Blitz and Husk.”

“Oh, not like we have amazing abilities that might help our friends out,” Rosie responds with a smirk.

“Don’t worry, dear,” Alastor replies to his female friend. “There’s some entertainment we can do while we’re here.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Rosie responds.

Nora steps up. “Can I come?”

“No, it’s too dangerous,” Sebastian warns.

“It’s safer for you to stay,” Eleanor adds.

“Yeah, I would stay with your parents, kid,” Vaggie suggests. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back with the others.” She looks at Loona, Octavia, Cherri, and Fizz. “C’mon.”

Vaggie flies up to the sky while Loona changes into her hellhound form and tracks down Husk’s and Blitz’s scents, getting Fizz, Cherri, and Octavia to follow after Loona.

They rush off into the woods, hoping to catch the silver truck.

~.~

Blitz groans awake from his knock-out and realizes that he’s in a lone room, tied to someone else. He looks over his shoulder to see Millie and Moxxie tied with him, blacked out.

“Oh, shit, Mox! Mills! Thank God, you’re both alive!” Blitz says in relief, struggling in his bonds. “We’re in this shithole again. We--”

The doors open, interrupting Blitz’s sentences. Blitz looks up to see the familiar two agents approaching them. “Oh, goddamnit, it’s you two again!”

“Been a while,” Jasper responds with a chuckle.

“Fuck you,” Blitz growls, hearing Mox and Millie groaning awake. “What do you want from us this time?”

“Oh, we just want you here until a certain higher-ups in the city come and check you out. We have footages of your existence, so they’re coming down here to see you. You three are the main attraction after all,” Josephin says with a growl.

“Well, shit,” Blitz utters in fear.

“Yeah, we still don’t know if your cat, uh, bird thing is part of your world but we got him since he’s fighting one of us,” Jasper blurts out.

“Oh shit,” Blitz gasps in fear. “Where did you put him?!”

“Somewhere you’ll never find him,” Josephin says with a snarl.

Meanwhile, Husk is trapped in the other room, being interrogated by another agent, who’s a bodybuilder type guy with gray hair.

“Soooo, what are you?” the guy asks.

“I don’t fucking know, man,” Husk responds, struggling in his binds.

“You have to know what kind of...species you are,” the man responds.

“Look, man, it’s been a rough past couple of days,” Husk begins with a groan. “So, why don’t you cut me loose and we can call it a day?”

“No can do,” the agent growls. “If you won’t tell us the truth of who you really are, then we’re going to have to use excessive force.”

“Excessive force? That better not be a sex innuendo,” Husk groans when he watches the agent leave the room. Unbeknownst to Husk, the agent presses the button that unleashes the ‘truth’ gas.

Husk watches the gas leak from the ground and the ceiling. “Oh, fuck, this is much worse. Hey! What the fuck is this--?!”

Husk’s vision changes to where his head is above the black waters. He starts to breathe heavily, trying to swim around the water until he feels the chain wrapped around his throat. He screams as he’s taken underwater, kicking his feet until everything goes black around him.

Husk reopens his eyes and notices that he’s laying in the middle of the meadow. He raises his head up and looks around to find the colorful butterflies around him. He blinks and looks to see Angel sitting on the large tree trunk in the middle of the woods, playing with the butterflies.

He groans and stands up, limping towards Angel. Angel is in his gold dress with his fur shiny in the sunlight.

“A-Angel?” Husk recognizes Angel.

Angel glances over his shoulders and smiles. “Hi, Husky.”

Husk looks around them and then shifts his gaze back to Angel. “Are we...redeemed?”

Angel turns to look at him. “No, silly. Not yet at least. Have a seat next to me.”

Husk takes a seat next to him, watching the butterflies. “Where are we then if this isn’t Heaven?”

“It can be Heaven if you want it to be,” Angel responds with a small smile.

Husk hears the music starting as Angel gets up from the tree trunk.

Then he watches his angel start singing beautifully in the melody.

“I’ve been around the realms,

Sleeping next to strangers,

But none of them felt so real compared to you.

So, have you been feeling the same?”

Husk blinks in confusion and notices Angel offering his top hand out while singing.

“Fate has planned out my destiny, punishing me for my sins.

Yet you believe in me when I didn’t believe in myself, baby.

So, have you been feeling the same?”

Husk takes Angel’s hand as he’s pulled up to his feet. Both Angel and Husk starts to dance together while Angel singing his chorus.

“Oh, and I wish that,

I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t need jewelry and diamonds,

When we can just watch the sunrise.”

Angel uses his bottom hands to hold Husk’s while his top set of his hands caress Husk’s fluffy cheeks, crooning.

“I wish you can see how much I want you.

Has love hurt you a long time ago?

Oh, you don’t have to be the overlord,

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Husk’s heart starts to flutter as they start dancing in the middle of the meadow, their surroundings becoming brighter.

Angel continues singing, his top set of his arms resting over Husk’s shoulders.

“I’ve been around the realms,

Pleasuring the wrong people.

But being with you has never been so real.

So, tell me are you feeling the same?”

Husk starts to nod his head, getting lost in Angel’s eyes. Angel hugs Husk, letting his arms wrap around his waist and his neck. Husk rests his chin on Angel’s shoulder as he continues to sing.

“Oh, you don’t have to fight so hard.

Baby, I’m right here when you need me.

All I want is who you are.

You’re a dream come true.”

Husk relaxes in Angel’s hold, hearing Angel’s voice singing his ears as he continues to dance.

“I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t need jewelry and diamonds,

When we can just watch the sunrise.

I wish you can see how much I want you.

Baby, has love hurt you a long time ago?

Oh, you don’t have to be the overlord,

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Husk purrs while Angel pulls him away and puts him back on the ground. Then he starts to dance with him through the woods, butterflies fluttering around them as Angel sings the bridge of his song.

“Oh, and I wish that,

I’m the last sinner left for you.

Oh, and I wish that,

I’m the last sinner left for you.

Oh, I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t want jewelry and diamonds,

When we can watch the sunrise.

Please, know how much I want you.

Love doesn’t have to hurt you anymore.

You don’t need to be the overlord.

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Angel and Husk dance together, staring into each other’s eyes before Angel sings his final verse.

“Oh, please know how much I want you.

Baby, love doesn’t have to hurt you anymore.

You don’t need to be the overlord,

When you can the last sinner left for me.”

From the outside of the smoke-filled interrogation room, Husk appears more calm without saying anything revealing to the agent, which confuses the agent.

“Uh, what the fuck?” the agent utters.

~.~

Blitzo and Millie starts chewing on their binds like wild animals much to Moxxie’s protest.

“Guys, we’re not going to get out of this,” Moxxie responds, trying to get out of his own binds.

“We’re going to have to try, Mox,” Millie responds, kicking her feet.

“Good luck with freeing yourselves, bitches!” Josephin says while maniacally laughing.

Meanwhile, Vaggie breaks into the agency and slides into the vent with Loona, Fizz, Cherri, and Octavia behind her.

“We’re in...though there’s not many agents around here surprisingly,” Vaggie responds.

“Oh yeah, we killed them all last time,” Loona states nonchalantly. “There might be only a few guarding this place.”

“Hopefully they’re not trained in combat,” Fizz says.

“Oh, they are,” Loona responds.

“That’s not helping,” Fizz quips.

Cherri wraps her arms around Fizz. “Don’t worry, I’ll blow them up.”

They hear creaking sounds.

“What the fuck is that?” Vaggie utters in fear before seeing Charlie, Bella, Angel, and Nifty jump into the room with Stolas behind them. “Holy shit! Charlie! Bella!”

Charlie and Bella notices Vaggie with gasps.

“Vaggie!”

“Mama!!!” Bella cries with her croaked voice.

Vaggie hugs both Bella and Charlie, kissing their faces to say she misses them. “I miss you both so much!”

“We miss you too, sweetheart,” Charlie utters while cuddling her girlfriend.

Octavia gasps when she sees Stolas. “Dad!”

Stolas and Octavia run towards each other, transforming themselves back to their original forms as owls with red eyes. They hug each other tightly.

“I thought I lost you,” Octavia utters tearfully.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” Stolas responds while examining her face. “Are you hurt?”

Octavia shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Good,” Stolas responds softly.

Fizz jumps into Charlie’s arms. “Charlie! Thank God, you’re alive! How’s Ozzie?”

Charlie’s face distorts into a horror expression when asked about Ozzie. Remembering how Ozzie is tied down to the chair along with her father and Bee, getting their powers sucked out of them. She tries to form the words, but she doesn’t know how to tell Fizz.

“Charlie...is Ozzie okay?” Fizz asks almost desperately.

Charlie almost breaks down crying, comforted by Bella and Vaggie.

They hear footsteps coming to the front entrance.

“Shit, someone’s coming,” Vaggie utters in fear.

“Don’t worry, we can take them,” Loona responds.

“We still need to go after Blitz and Husk,” Cherri replies.

“Wait, Husk is here too?” Angel gasps in concern.

Stolas glances at Angel. “Angel, Nifty, you find Husk. Via and I will find Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie.” Stolas looks at Charlie, Loona, Vaggie, Bella, Cherri, and Fizz. “Can you handle them?”

“Yep, we can,” Charlie responds, her eyes turning red with white pupils, pushing her blue contact lenses out of her eyes and shakes the make-up off of her pale face.

“Good,” Stolas says and looks at his daughter. “C’mon, Via, I have a new lesson for you about your powers.”

“Ooh,” Octavia gasps in fascination as she goes with her father to find Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie.

“I’ll be back with Husky,” Angel responds with Nifty in the backpack, crawling through the vent.

“We’ll hold ‘em back for you, mate!” Cherri responds as the doors open, revealing more agents.

The agents charge at the group as the group left behind fights the agents off, leaving behind bloody messes.

~.~

Blitz struggles in his bond. “Fuck! We’re dead!”

Moxxie and Millie tries to get out of the ropes until Josephin laughs at their futile attempts.

“Soon enough, your whole existence will be broadcasted and people are going to believe us once and for all---”

The shadow hurries towards Josephin, possessing her.

“Uh, agent Josephin--” Jasper calls for his partner before seeing her head turn a 180 degree.

“Now, it’s your turn, Via.” Josephin speaks in Stolas’ voice.

“Uh, who--?” The shadow of Octavia possesses Jasper, struggling to control him.

“Dad, he’s a little hard to control,” Octavia says through Jasper’s voice.

“Don’t worry, he’ll succumb to your control eventually, my owlette,” Stolas responds while possessing Josephin.

It is then that Octavia manages to be in control of Jasper.

“Good,” Stolas replies in Josephin’s voice. “Now, watch this.”

Stolas, possessing Josephin, pushes the button. He controls her to come into the interrogation room, and Octavia follows suit of controlling Jasper into the room.

“What the fuck?” Blitz utters as he sees their ropes getting untied.

“Hello, Blitzy, miss me?” Stolas teases with Josephin’s voice, getting out of her body. Josephin’s body collapses on the floor, blacking out.

Blitz smiles in relief. “Stolas!” He leaps into Stolas’ arms. “Thank God, you’re alive!”

Octavia manages to phase out of Jasper’s body, letting him fall over and blacking out.

Moxxie and Millie stands up from their bounds.

“Where are the others?” Moxxie asks Stolas.

“Fighting the other agents at the front. Want to join them?” Stolas questions the imps.

“Oh hell yeah,” Blitz responds with a smirk at his tall boyfriend.

~.~

Husk and Angel chases each other through the fields, laughing together after Angel’s song.

“You have such a pretty voice,” Husk compliments.

“Why thank you, baby,” Angel replies.

“I want to stay like this forever,” Husk utters.

Angel smiles softly. “It can be.” He offers his hand again. “Take my hand and we can stay together like this forever. It can be whatever you want, baby.”

Husk is about to take Angel’s hand again until he hears the last sentence. “Wait, what the fuck did you just say?”

“It can be whatever you want, baby,” Angel repeats himself.

Husk backs away from Angel, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Shit...you’re not...you’re not real.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“None of this is real,” Husk says tearfully. “I know where we are now. We’re in my fantasy. It’s so goddamn obvious.”

Angel tilts his head in confusion. “Husk. Are you okay?”

“You’re not the real Angel. You’re just in my head,” Husk responds, backing away from Angel creeping closer. “This is not the Angel I know of. Someone who makes sex jokes all the time. Someone who pretends to like whisky, but really, he wants a fucking martini. Someone who vents about how much Valentino treats him like shit. The real Angel would only say that if he’s wearing a fucking mask so that he can please everyone else. But he would never be like that around me!”

Angel blinks in surprise at Husk’s words.

“I want the real Angel. The real Angel who’s not afraid to get bloody. The one who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. And I don’t mean that sexually. He’s the one who has grown more than what this dream shows. I want the real Angel back! I love that motherfucker!”

Husk gasps in realization, not aware that his surroundings are turning darker. “Holy shit.” He looks up at Angel, watching him almost torn apart. He sees tentacles taking over the environment. “Wait a minute. Angel isn’t the reason why I’m having these emotions. I mean, he’s part of it. My love...is the reason why these tentacles come up. Ever since we start opening up, there’s something pouring into me. Almost like all of these emotions are coming back to me the more I got closer to him.”

Husk feels the chain wrapped around his neck. “But I never got to tell him that at the mansion.” He starts tearing up, trembling. “What if he’s dead? Oh, God, no, Angel.”

He collapses on his knees, watching Angel disappearing into butterflies. “Oh, God, Angel. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. Oh, God, please don’t die, Angel. Please, please.”

Husk starts sobbing in his dreams.

From the outside of the interrogation room, Husk is crying in his binds.

The agent blinks in confusion while eating popcorn. “Uh--” The agent is stabbed through the head by Nifty’s knife, causing him to fall back. The real Angel steps over his body.

“Nice one, Nifty,” Angel compliments before slamming the button to suck the gas out of the room. He opens the door and hurries to Husk, untying him.

“Husk, Husk, are you awake?” Angel questions urgently.

Husk flutters his eyes open, tears edging out of his eyes. “A-Angel?”

“Hey, Husky,” Angel replies while caressing Husk’s face to wipe away his tears.

“A-Angel?” Husk sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what, silly?” Angel questions.

“For not--for not telling you how I truly feel about you before you died. For not telling I love you before you’re gone,” Husk says while sobbing.

Angel blushes and looks at Husk in confusion. He glances at Nifty, who shrugs her shoulders. Then he darts his gaze back at Husk.

“Bitch, I’m still alive!” Angel shouts at Husk, attempting to snap him out of it.

Husk groans, rubbing his eyes. “W-What?”

Angel lifts Husk up on his back with his face over his shoulder. He extends his bottom set of arms to hold Husk’s legs. “C’mon, Whiskers, let’s get you out of here.”

As Angel strides out of the interrogation, Husk gasps in shock.

“Shit, you are the real Angel,” Husk responds.

“The one and only. Now let’s bust-a-move,” Angel says while Nifty follows after them.

~.~

Angel hurries to the front of the agency while carrying Husk on his back and Nifty following his trail. “We’re almost there!”

Angel finally arrives at the scene to see most of the agents dead with their friends standing over the bloodied bodies.

Blitz shoots the last human trying to get up and looks at Angel, Husk, and Nifty. “Oh shit, hey, we totally didn’t slaughter them.”

Charlie’s smile brightens to see Husk. “Husk! Are you okay?”

“The gas fucked up my brain,” Husk groans, resting his chin on Angel’s shoulder.

“Well, let’s get the fuck out of here--”

The doors locked, interrupting Blitz’s sentence.

“SHIT! Not again!” Blitz screeches in shock.

Josephin and Jasper approach the scene with their guns.

“You demons need to stand down--!”

The black spikes stab through Josephin and Jasper in the chests. They fall forward, revealing Alastor behind them. His grin is stuck on his face. Alastor steps forward in between two dead agents.

“You’re welcome,” Alastor responds with chuckle.

Charlie smiles in excitement.

“I thought I told you to stay at the camp,” Vaggie replies with a groan.

“I got bored,” Alastor responds. “Besides, we got a camp we can take over now.”

“Wait, really?” Moxxie asks.

“Yes,” Alastor answers. “Should we be heading back?”

“I guess,” Vaggie replies.

“Alright, let’s go!” Alastor determines, pushing the button to unlock the front doors.

~.~

The group are taking paths back to the camp, led by Alastor.

Vaggie looks to see Charlie holding her hand while Bella is on her back. She cuddles her head against Charlie’s, the two women showing affection towards each other.

Cherri notices Fizz staring into space, seeming to be deep in thought about something. She frowns to realize that he must be worrying about Ozzie. She places a hand on Fizz’s metal shoulder.

“It’s alright, mate. We’ll find a way back to get Ozzie,” Cherri comforts Fizz.

Fizz starts to tear up. “How are we going to save him?"

“I don't know,” Cherri says solemnly.

Angel holds Husk’s legs while looking over his shoulder to find Husk falling asleep on his shoulder. A soft smile corners his face as he pets Husk’s head with his top hand, hearing Husk purrs at the touch.

Angel blushes to hear Husk purring and chuckles lightly.

“You like that?” Angel asks seductively.

Husk snaps open his eyes. “What?”

“What?” Angel responds.

Husk blinks his eyes to find they are deep in the woods. “We should be almost there.”

“Yeah,” Angel replies, his face red.

Nifty, Loona, and Octavia walk with Blitzo, Stolas, Moxxie, and Millie.

“Boy, what a day,” Blitz ignites the conversation. “We nearly died today.”

“That’s nothing new, sir,” Moxxie responds.

“Yep,” Millie drones in agreement with her husband.

“I say that it’s been an exciting adventure. The princess of Hell has never been to the living world, so it’s fun to show her the new realm,” Stolas replies.

Octavia stays close to her father with a small smile on her face.

“Glad we don’t have to deal with those demon hunters again,” Loona brings up.

“There might be more in different cities,” Moxxie states logically.

“Well, for what is worth, we might never be bothered again by the humans,” Alastor replies.

The others reach the campsite, which appears to be a bloody crime scene without any detectives and police involve.

“What the fuck?!” Blitz shouts in shock.

Rosie appears with blood all over her dress while Eleanor and Sebastian are burying the dead bodies of teens and camp counselors. “Oh, hello, Al!”

“What the fuck is this?!” Blitz shouts at Alastor.

“I did say that I grew bored,” Alastor replies.

“We’re having dinner tonight!” Rosie announces as she holds up a pot of with blood and limbs inside.

“Ah, there’s food that will satisfy our stomachs,” Alastor responds with a smile.

Blitz glances up at Alastor. “That’s fucked up, man.”

Husk hops off of Angel’s back and walks away. “Eh, I’ll just go. I’m not hungry.”

Blitz sighs before getting out his phone. “That’s it, we’re ordering pizza.”

“Sir, there’s no connection out here,” Moxxie informs quick.

“Then I’ll make some connection!” Blitz responds while walking away to order some pizza.

“Aw, you’re going to hurt Eleanor's feelings,” Sebastian responds.

Nora comes out while noticing Bella. She gasps and hurries to her.

Bella hops off of Charlie’s back.

“BELLA!” Nora calls before flying into Bella, picking her up and spinning her around. “I didn’t think I’m going to see you again.”

Bella smiles and hugs Nora. “Me too.”

Nora breaks away from Bella when she hears her croaked voice. She puts her down on her feet. “Are you okay?”

Bella nods in reassurance, cornering small smile.

Nora blushes at the way she’s holding Bella and lets go. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Bella replies with a blush.

Vaggie notices the exchange between Bella and Nora, widening her eye in shock at Nora’s change of demeanor around her adopted daughter. Then a smirk comes on her face.

“Well, how about that?” Vaggie mutters to herself. She looks to see Charlie tearing up at their interaction.

“They’re so cute,” Charlie utters.

Vaggie pats on her girlfriend’s back. “Let it all out, sweetheart.”

Blitz comes back to the group. “Got the pizzas! Should be arriving in about a hour or so.”

“Wonderful,” Stolas cheers.

~.~

Husk sits by the lake, watching his reflection in the water. His ears twitch to hear the voices at the campsite interacting.

He hears footsteps approaching him. He turns to look up at Angel, who has a plate of two pieces of pepperoni pizza.

“I thought you might be hungry,” Angel replies, sitting on the shore next to Husk.

Husk takes a slice and nibbles on it. “Thanks.”

Angel smiles and nods as he eats his own slice. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

Husk glances at the full moon reflecting in the water, gazing up only to see a few clouds drifting by. “Yeah, it is.”

They exchange glances at each other until they blush at the sight of each other. Then they face back at the horizon.

“So, what was up with that gas that made you think I’m dead?” Angel asks in curiosity.

“I thought you were for a while,” Husk responds. “Even before the gas.”

Angel frowns for a moment until he smiles. “Nope. Still alive and kicking. It’s going to take a lot more than bullets and beat-downs to kill me.”

“Please, don’t talk like that.”

Angel blinks in shock at Husk getting teary-eyed. “Oh, shit. You know I’m just flexing.”

“What if we get separated next time? What if those bastards kill you?” Husk questions, starting to get emotional. “What if Al hurts you?”

“Hey, hey, Al won’t hurt me--”

“He threatens to take your life at least twice!” Husk shouts, causing Angel to wince in surprise. He softens his gaze and sighs. “Shit. I’m sorry, Angel. I’m sorry. I don't know what's gotten over me lately. I'm sorry.”

Angel looks at the calm waters. After a brief moment of silence, he sighs. “Anthony.”

“What?”

“My real name is Anthony,” Angel responds. “Someone oughta know at some point.”

Husk is silent for a moment until he smiles softly. “Henry.”

Angel and Husk exchange gazes, scooting closer.

“I always wonder something, Henry.”

“Hm?”

“What were you like when you’re alive?”

Husk ponders for a moment and shrugs. “I was a lonely man and I died a lonely man. Gambling, drinking, and casinos are the only things I know in life. Never had relationships. Well, besides the ones who are just broads looking for cash by pretending to love and care about you. Eventually, you date enough of them to see right through them.”

“Shit, man,” Angel gasps.

“Yeah,” Husk responds with a chuckle. Then he looks up at Angel. “So, how about you, Anthony? What were you like when you’re alive? Are you just as horny alive as you are dead?”

Angel huffs a laugh. “Yeah. You guessed it. Family didn’t like the fact that I preferred cocks, so they disowned me. And of course, human me is devastated that he hopes to escape by taking a street drug. And...that’s how I made it to Hell.”

Husk frowns. “I’m sorry.”

Angel waves his hand. “It’s a long time ago. Besides, I never thought I come back to the living world. I miss it when everything is not on fire.”

“You and me both,” Husk responds. “And demons are not running amuck killing other people.”

“And be exterminated by exterminators,” Angel adds.

“Can’t forget that.”

They look up at the stars.

“Were you lying?” Angel asks Husk.

“Lying? About what?”

“About you loving me.”

Husk softens his gaze at him and shakes his head. “No...I’ve been feeling it for a while.”

There is a brief silence with Angel widening his eyes in shock.

“But if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. I’m just an old man anyway--”

"You know, age gaps haven’t stop me from hitting on someone before,” Angel says with a smirk. "Besides I think we're about the same age. I think. Don't quote me on that. But even with a thirty-year gap, I still would hit that."

Husk huffs a laugh. “Don’t make me summon the tentacles.”

“Ooh, are you going to use them on me, daddy~? It's still kinky.”

"Shut up." Husk chuckles.

Angel giggles for a moment and looks at Husk, noticing the way his eyes reflect the stars and the moon. He blushes at the sight as the soft music comes up. He takes a deep breath and starts to sing.

“Sometimes I question my own belonging.

When I see you everyday at the hotel, I feel like I’m flying.

You’re a loser, but hey, I’m a loser too.”

Husk huffs up a small laugh when Angel mentions that they’re both losers, which lets Angel continue singing.

“And I am lost, hoping you would be my star.

That will guide me into your arms.

But the hard reality is, we are both chained.”

Husk frowns while rubbing around his throat. Angel smiles and stands up, offering his two hands.

“I’m just a sex addict.

You’re just a gambler.

Our brokenness is what ties us together.”

Husk takes Angel’s hands and is pulled up to dance with him. Angel gazes into Husk’s eyes as he continues to sing softly.

“Oh, was it foolish for me to believe

That you can love me for myself?

You’re a dream come true, a dream come true.

You are what I’ve been waiting for.”

Husk blushes at the words while he’s twirled around by one of Angel’s hands.

“It gets me high, it gets me fucking high.

You have brought a new side of me.”

Husk dances with Angel, listening to the music while he starts to sing after Angel.

“I thought I had no one to love, no one to care about me.

You came along and turned my world upside-down.”

Angel smiles softly at Husk with a blush while Husk continues to sing.

“But I thought it was all too good to be true, so easy to grasp.

And you would be crazy to fall for someone like me.”

Husk sweeps up Angel’s legs, carrying him up in a bridal style. He takes off, flapping his wings through the air as he sings to Angel.

“‘Cause I’m just a bartender.

You’re just an actor.

Our brokenness is what ties us together.”

Angel lets his hand touch the water, making a path of dispersing waves in his touch as Husk continues to sing.

“Oh, was it foolish for me to believe

That you can see someone to love in me.

You’re so lovely, you’re so lovely, baby.

You are the light in the dark.

You’re so heavenly, you’re so heavenly.

Can’t believe an angel like you brought out a new side of me!”

Husk flies up higher, disappearing in the clouds while both him and Angel starts singing together.

“And all I want is to be with you.

And all I want is to escape with you.

I can’t imagine my life without you.

Is it possible to break these chains?”

Angel croons in concern for Husk.

“Is it possible?”

Husk responds with a singing voice.

“I don’t know.”

Angel and Husk sings finally together.

“Tell me is it possible!”

Husk and Angel starts to dance in the skies, with the full moon behind them. Then they start singing together.

“We’re just losers, baby!

We’re just freaks!

But that’s what connects us, baby!

Oh, was it foolish for us to believe

That we can enter paradise like this?

When you’re here, baby, it’s crystal clear!

We are where we are meant to be!

You’re so wonderful, so wonderful, baby!

You bring out the best in me!

Oh, it’s heavenly, it’s heavenly!

Our new sides are changed forever

‘Cause now I see you.”

Husk holds Angel as he flaps his wings to keep himself in the air. Angel holds his waist with his bottom set of arms. The music has grown soft, letting the two sing together.

“Now that I see you.”

Angel caresses Husk’s fluffy cheeks. Husk leans forward and kisses Angel softly on the lips. Angel gasps into the soft tender kiss and melts into instantly.

They both pull away, their half-lidded eyes stare at each other’s lips temporarily until their eyes move into their eyes.

Husk blushes all the sudden. “Shit. I didn’t even ask if you want to kiss!”

Angel snorts. “Pfft, Husk--”

“I didn’t mean to lean forward so suddenly. Was that too much or was that--?”

“Husk,” Angel calls, stopping Husk from speaking. “I appreciate that you’re concerned about my consent, but isn’t that a little too much?”

“M-Maybe,” Husk responds.

Angel strokes Husk’s fur on his cheeks. “I love ya, Husky.”

Husk smiles dumbly. “I love you too.”

They both glance at their lips again.

“Wanna go for one more for the night?” Angel asks him.

Husk nods.

They lean forward and kiss again, not too passionate but more domestic. They break away this time, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Husk flicks his ears. “Uh, how was that? Not too much?”

Angel snorts. “Not at all. I’ll tell you when it is.”

“Promise?”

“Of course, baby.”

Husk smiles softly at Angel.

“Let’s get back down before the others worry about us,” Angel suggests.

“Yeah,” Husk responds with a soft dumb smile.

Husk flies both him and Angel back down to the shore where they just were. However, they widen their eyes in shock when they see the others gazing at them with adoring eyes.

“YAY! YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER!” Charlie cheers for them.

“Nice,” Vaggie replies with a thumbs.

“Too bad you guys are far away when you guys kissed,” Cherri responds.

“I GOT IT ON VIDEO!” Fizz shouts while taking out his phone.

“YES!!!” Cherri responds.

Blitz sniffles while wiping tears away from his eyes. “Fuck, you bitches are gay. Good for you. Good for you.”

Stolas laughs softly. “Congratulations.”

Both Husk and Angel blush madly.

“Uh, thanks,” Husk utters in confusion.

“Now, now, we got enough of sight-seeing, let’s get everyone to bed,” Rosie responds with a soft smile at Husk and Angel.

Everyone groans except for Stolas and Alastor. As they watch everyone going into the cabins to go to bed, Angel looks at Husk to notice the way Alastor stares at him like he’s threatening Husk. Angel nudges Husk softly, getting him to look up at his lover.

“I’ll be okay, Husky,” Angel reassures Husk.

Husk smiles softly, holding one of Angel’s hands.

“Now, why don’t we head to bed? I’m sure there’s one calling my name,” Angel replies. “Unless you want to share it?”

Husk blushes. “Uh, as long as we don’t go further than sharing a bed.”

“Don’t worry, baby. It won’t.”

“Good.”

As they are walking back to camp to find a cabin for them, Angel looks at his lover. “So, little spoon or big spoon?”

“That’s not a sexual question, is it?”

“Nope.”

“...The little spoon.”

“Ah, I figured.”

To Be Continued...

#charlie morningstar #angel dust #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #nifty hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #cherri hazbin hotel #the vees

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sideline (two) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> a short but also sweet 2k

warnings -> mentions of family loss, language, fluff, all the feels, toms the best fake bf idk...

🎵 spotify playlist | 📖 prev/next chapter | 📂 masterlist

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it had been a week since you and tom had started ‘dating’. it was working out well and people started believing in it whenever they’d see the way you’d both put on a show in front of others. and when sarah and mia had questioned what was going on, they both happily squealed at your response.

now you sat on your bed, scrolling through different social medias to pass the time until you felt tired enough to go to bed. you stopped your scrolling process when a messages notification popped up at the top of your screen.

tom hey, you busy?

you clicked on it, the screen brightening as your fingers tapped against the keyboard.

y/n not really, just trying to make myself tired why? something wrong?

you watched as the ‘read’ popped up under your blue message. the bubble with three little dots popped up on his end.

tom can’t sleep lol and i’m kinda craving some ice cream wanna join?

you smiled, typing out a response.

y/n sure!

tom cool :) i’ll pick u up in 10?

y/n sounds good :)

you got up out of bed and threw on a hoodie overtop of your tank top, grabbing some socks and shoes before heading downstairs quietly. the two other girls were already asleep, getting their rest in before their 8ams in the morning.

you grabbed your wallet and house key out of your purse, watching as a car pulled into the driveway. you quietly opened the front door, stepping outside and locking it behind you before making your way to the passenger side of his car.

“hey,” you smiled, getting in. he smiled back at you.

“hey,” he looked over at your hoodie, “you like the bruins?”

you looked down at your hoodie, “oh, it was my dad’s. hockey was his favorite sport.”

he nodded, pulling out the driveway. he handed you his phone that was unlocked, “you can choose the music if you want to.”

you clicked on the spotify icon on his phone, going through his liked songs playlist. you let out a soft laugh, clicking on the one direction song towards the top of the playlist, “you like one direction?”

he smiled back over at you from the driver’s side, “hell yeah! some of their songs are catchy.”

you shook your head, still smiling as you looked out the window. you couldn't explain it, but something about being with tom made you feel comfortable. everything about him made you feel like you could tell him anything and everything, talk for hours about whatever crossed your minds.

he looked over at you, “you alright?”

you turned back to the brunette, a content smile on your face, “yeah, sorry. just thinking.”

“about?”

you shrugged, “just about life, i guess?”

he pulled into a space in the parking lot, “talk over some ice cream?”

you nodded, the two of you getting out of the car. you both walked up to the order window, placing your order. when you went to pay, he pushed your arm aside.

“no, i’ve got it.”

“nope, this was my idea. let me.”

you huffed, sending him a look as the cashier smiled at the both of you, “i remember when my husband and i were your age. it was always an argument whenever it’d be time to pay.”

you both let out a soft laugh, smiling at the woman. he fished a few dollar bills out of his wallet, sticking them in the ‘tips’ cup propped up in the window. she smiled at him again.

“here you go, hun,” she said, handing him his card back before looking over at you, “he’s a keeper, sweetie.”

you smiled, “can’t argue with that.”

he playfully rolled his eyes at you, the two of you thanking the older woman before stepping to the pickup window. once the two of you had your ice cream in your hand, he led you back to the car. this time, he opened the door for you.

“putting on a show for that woman, huh?”

he laughed, shaking his head, “shut up and get in the car.”

you laughed back at him, sitting down on the leather seat before he closed the car door. he made his way around to the other side, closing the door.

“so,” he said after a little while, your ice cream almost finished as the condensation on the cup soaked through the napkins in your hand, “tell me everything i need to know about you.”

you hummed, taking the plastic spoon out of your mouth, “like what?”

“your favorite color, favorite song, about your hometown, parents,” he shrugged, “what cringey phase you went through in middle school,” you chuckled as he smiled, “seriously, anything.”

you sighed, “well, i don’t have a favorite color or a favorite song, there’s just too many options for both of those things,” he nodded, “uhm, born and raised in boston, i don’t really plan on leaving, either.. and i definitely went through an emo phase in middle school.”

he smirked, “i can picture that,” he said, “what about your parents?”

you bit down on your lower lip, putting your ice cream cup in your lap, “well, it’s just me and my grandmother. my mom wasn’t in the picture, and my dad passed when i was 15. ever since then, it’s just been me and her.”

his expression softened, “im so sorry.”

you waved him off, sending him a tight lipped smile, “it’s okay.”

he shook his head, “i can’t imagine,” he put his ice cream trash in the cupholder of the car, “i mean, i was wondering about your word choice earlier when i asked about the sweatshirt, but i just didn’t expect-”

“tom,” you placed your hand on his arm to keep him from rambling apologies, “it’s okay. really.”

his eyes met yours and you smiled softly, “sorry.”

you playfully rolled your eyes, “stop apologizing!”

he put his hands up in fake surrender, “okay, okay!”

you both chuckled as a comfortable silence washed over the two of you. you decided to be the one to break it, “what about you?”

he hummed before answering, “well, my favorite color is blue, favorite song changes but currently it’s ‘take me where your heart is’ by q, because unlike someone i know, i can pick.”

you playfully swatted at his arm, “fuck off.”

he smiled, leaning back in his seat, “uhm, what else… oh, born and raised in london, i’ve got three younger brothers, two of them are twins. i’m hoping to go pro with hockey, and uhm… i was a theater kid in middle school.”

“okay, being a theater kid is kinda dope,” you argued, “props to them, they have more talent than i have.��

he nodded, “yeah, it was a fun time.”

“what about your parents?” you asked and you watched him shift in his seat, unsure on wether or not he should talk about it. you gave him a reassuring smile, egging him on to talk about them.

“they’re y’know, parents,” he said, “my mom’s more supportive about other stuff, and my dad pushes me to play hockey like he did in college, wants me to be better than he was.”

“your dad played hockey?”

“yeah, back in the 90s,” he shrugged, “never made it pro, though. so i guess he’s trying to live through me to get the life he wanted.”

“is that how you ended up in boston?”

he nodded, “yeah, best school with the best hockey team. didn’t have much of a choice.” he looked back over at you, “what about you, though? what’re your plans for after graduation?”

you shrugged, “haven’t really gotten there yet. i’m hoping to land a internship with a book publishing company here in the city by the end of spring semester, and then i guess we’ll see where that leads me.”

the music was still playing softly as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. you looked over at him as he scrolled through his spotify playlist, his face softly illuminated by the dim lighting on his phone. he looked so pretty, so soft…

no, stop it. this is supposed to be a fake relationship. no strings attached, remember?

you pulled your gaze away and checked the time on your phone, 10:45pm. even though it was late at night, you weren’t tired at all.

“oh, i forgot to tell you,” his voice broke through the silence, “there’s a game this friday, you should come.”

you let out a soft groan, “do i have to?”

he chuckled, “part of the deal, remember?”

those damn rules.

“okay, fine. but im bringing mia and sarah.”

he shrugged, “fine with me.”

after a few more minutes of talking about classes tomorrow, you both had come to the conclusion that it was getting late and the two of you should head back. the drive was short back to your house, tom pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ice cream,” you smiled, “i owe you.”

“you don’t owe me anything,” he smiled, “was on me, remember?”

you rolled your eyes, “fine, next time it’s on me, okay?”

he shook his head with a laugh, “whatever helps you sleep at night, love.”

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach that erupted at the nickname, smiling back at him as you got out of the car, “goodnight, thomas.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

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the next morning was chaotic. the quad was filled with students trying to find their way to their classes, booths set up in the middle encouraging them to join certain clubs. you walked with your headphones in, looking down at your phone as you opened spotify.

you typed in the song tom had mentioned the night before, listening to it. you were curious about what his music taste was like, no other reason. none at all.

you jumped as someone tapped you on the shoulder, tugging an earbud out as you spun your head into the direction of the person behind you. you relaxed when you noticed the messy flop of brunette curls.

“jesus, you really have to stop stalking me.”

“well, good morning to you, too, sunshine,” the british accent filled your ears, “and to be fair, this is literally the main hub of everyone who goes to this school.”

he turned around in a circle with his arms out, gesturing to the amount of people walking through. you playfully rolled your eyes, “what do you want, holland?”

“what? i can’t walk my ‘girlfriend’ to her first class of the day?” he asked, using air quotes when he said ‘girlfriend’. he held his hand out for you to give him your bag, which you obliged, knowing he wouldn’t give up without a fight.

“where you heading?”

“english with wilson,” you said the next sentence with a sarcastic tone, “the best way to start my morning.”

“he’s such a snoozefest,” he rolled his eyes, “always talking about shit that doesn’t matter.”

you chuckled, nodding in agreement, “where are you heading?”

“oh, i’m free until my class at 2,” he said, opening the door to the building for you, “might just go sit in the lounge for a little bit.”

you nodded, walking towards the staircase, “sounds like an interesting morning.”

“oh, for sure.”

he walked you to the door, handing you back your bag, “i’ll be back here at noon.”

“you don’t have to walk me to and from, it’s okay.”

he shrugged, “i want to.”

your eyes drifted when you realized the group of boys were heading to the same room as you. your eyes locked on jack’s blue ones, a pit settling into your stomach. tom caught on that you weren’t paying attention, his eyes shifting to the blonde who walked past you.

jack’s eyes shifted from you and to tom. tom sent him a nod, smiling as jack ignored him, entering the lecture.

you sighed, “maybe i should go see advisement about switching.”

“no, this is good,” tom said, “i can come here every morning and make him jealous.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“always am,” he smiled, walking backwards as he sent you a smile, “see you at noon, darling.”

you walked into the lecture and found a seat, sitting down and thinking to yourself and shaking your head as you smiled softly.

tom holland was going to 100% be the death of you.

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