#he just wanted to make a silly joke and get her on a date lol

[alyona11]

Small comic for April Fools!

Hades better think of a better joke next year

[tragedy-of-commons]

fuck it we ball. hsr prom date hcs because i am on something different tonight. based on my very limited experience.

dan heng

he's painfully awkward. like you expected it when you asked him to be your date but it's even worse than you predicted...

he DID pick you up and he WAS almost an hour early, causing you to rush down the stairs and almost trip (not very magical-teen-coming-of-age-moment-like of you). that kind of lightened the mood though.

also painfully sweet! upon your arrival he gives you a boutonniere/corsage that matches your outfit which he had managed to keep hidden. his sweaty palms were not just because he was nervous, then...

march helped him pick it out, he admits with red-tipped ears. that makes sense, because she was suspiciously interested in what you were wearing to the function.

but he did also forget to pick out one for him. oops.

during the slow dance bit, his hands are sweaty. you don't care because your eyes lock and there's the fuzziness curling in your gut that plagues you whenever you're with dan heng.

overall, a good experience! polite and always willing to humor your whims, even if he's a little stiff.

and if you peck him on the cheek after he walks you back to your doorstep, well, that's alright with him. more than alright.

black swan

life of the party. not in a screaming-getting-way-too-into-the-music kinda way, but in the way that everyone wants a sliver of her attention. she's always relaxed, interesting to talk to, and dreamy to boot! it wouldn't be any different at prom.

but black swan, above all else, wants to just... spend time with you. anyone that wants to chat can wait until later, when she's not watching you stuff snacks into your pockets with a fond look in her faraway eyes.

to commemorate the occasion, you're cajoled into the photobooth where you both hold up props and make funny faces for the camera. you know black swan doesn't cherish much above memories, even if they're immortalized in a gag reel where you're clad in silly-straw glasses and her in a purple mustache.

but in the last photo, right before the camera flashes, she sneaks a kiss on your cheek. your eyes are blown wide in surprise in the picture and that's her favorite part!

surprisingly adept at dancing. depending on your taste, she will either dip you dramatically and take the lead, or fall into your steps and try to make you feel more comfortable if you're nervous.

cherishes any memento from the event. she does the teasing, though, so don't get any ideas about poking fun at her for being sappy.

a great date, i dare say.

aventurine

it's a given that both of you look the best. dressed to the nines.

the whole thing is a bit sensationalized, though. mostly because he's used to everything being treated like a spectacle, aventurine tries his best (while looking like he isn't trying at all) to give you a good time.

his saving grace is that... he's here with you. everything is more enjoyable this way, even the distastefully loud music matches the pulse in his ears when he looks at y💥💥

his favorite part of the event, surprisingly, is when you ask him to ditch with you early. makes a little joke like "wow, are you having that bad of a time with me?" but there's a bit of weight behind it that you can sense. anyway, you answer by rolling your eyes and pulling him outside.

away from the noise, pretenses drop and You Hold His Hand, telling him that any time with him is a good time. but this is infinitely better, even if you're both just stood in the parking lot.

you both decide to stay a little longer. at the end of the night, the principal gets into one of those dunking booths for the children to throw balls at to get them dunked in water. aventurine bets you a date that he'll hit the target.

you know he'll win (his luck kind of scares you), so of course you take him up on that wager, very excited to lose. it's very sweet.

lol he does hit the target

you both are prom celebrities for the rest of the night with another date set in stone a week from now!

kafka

imo she would make the best date out of everyone on this list.

mostly because any outing with kafka is almost cataclysmic in its impact... starting when she pops over at your place to help you get ready! surprise!

zips you up/adjusts your lapels/make sure your makeup looks good/whatever is part of this whole routine for you. she does so while humming a dulcet tune. she wants to be involved with every aspect of your pivotal prom experience tbh. keen on making memories like black swan is, but the effort is unconscious.

also. since blade has his driver's license, she basically bribed him into being your chauffeur for the night. i think that'd be a fun detail.

if you suck at dancing, never fear, because she also isn't very good (or so she says, but she's kafka, so of course she makes it work).

is not opposed to silly photobooth pics but she'd rather have someone take a candid of you both together by persuading them nicely - more her speed.

her eyes are ENCHANTING in that dim lighting... i just know... you get so distracted that you trip over her feet. silver wolf, the resident DJ that the school hired, sees and laughs.

has that tattered jacket thrown over whatever she decides to wear. she drapes it over you if you get cold due to the weather or temperature inside of the building.

[ahsxual]

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader where they are dating but the readers parents hate him so one night are 2:33 am Stu knocks on the readers window and she opens it it tells him to leave but before she can get a word out Stu is kissing her and telling her how much he misses her and one thing lead to, and so Stu had to push the readers head into her pillow so she didn’t wake anyone.

Sorry if the store request does not make any sense i’ve been wanting to request something from you for a while and this idea kinda came to my brain as I was falling asleep at four in the morning so I am very sleep deprived lol anyways I love your story. I hope you have a great day

Surprise Baby

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: +18 content, clingy and soft Stu, dirty talk, degrading, cursing, dom!Stu, p in v (w/o protection), sad Stu at the end (reader comforts him)

Word Count: 1,8k

A/N: This was actually a very interesting request and Ik very well that our daydreams before we sleep are the best 🤭 I added something to the plot at the end, so I hope you still like it! Tysm, I'm so glad you like my writing! It always feels so gratifying whenever you guys tell me that <33

Right now you're lying on your bed crying, while hugging your favorite bunny plush that Stu gave you for Valentine's Day. You'd just had an argument with your parents, since they weren't the biggest fans and supporters of your relationship with your boyfriend Stu Macher. You didn't understand why they didn't like him and didn't even make an effort to, even though Stu always made you happy and made your life more colorful and enjoyable from the moment you met him. Of course Stu had his flaws like everyone else, since perfection is impossible to achieve and that was fine by you. But not for your parents. They said that Stu distracted you from school, that he "lived" for parties and didn't give you your "precious" time to concentrate on your studies, because he always took you on dates so that he could spend more time with you, even when you said you were busy.

You perfectly knew that Stu wasn't a guy who would take "no" for an answer. Maybe it was because he'd always been spoiled by his parents and didn't understand the meaning of that word? Maybe he hated the fact that you would say "no" to him, because if you truly love him as you always say, why would you reject an opportunity to go out with him? Both answers to those questions are probably correct, because you knew that Stu didn't know how to respect your personal space either, not that you minded anyway. But your parents did and that was the problem. They even told you once that Stu was obsessed with you and that your personal life has also become his, as if it were his property. Maybe they were right about that, but that's how Stu showed how much he loved and cared for you and it always worked well in your relationship. And you really missed him.

Sleep didn't want to make its presence known, so you decided to watch your favorite show on your new tv. However, you still couldn't stop thinking about the argument with your parents. Of course you defended your boyfriend and were always on his side to protect him against anyone, even your own parents, but it did made you very upset... all you wanted was for your family to see how genuinely happy Stu makes you feel, how he always admired you and treated you as if you were the only woman to walk on earth and how he's so funny that it's practically impossible not to laugh because of some silly joke he's made until your cheeks hurt. You just wished your family accepted him and loved him as much as you did...

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when you heard your window being knocked on repeatedly. You screamed for a second, because you weren't expecting that to happen in the middle of the cold night. Nevertheless, you immediately felt relieved when you saw Stu standing there with his puppy eyes and big smile on his handsome face you loved so much. A wide smile appeared on your face the moment you realized your boyfriend wanted to surprise you and that he had actually made an effort to see you.

His giant body barely fit through your window and the way he clumsily tried to get into your room, like a cartoon thief, made you laugh until your belly started to get sore.

"Baby, what are you doing?? It's cold outside!" you asked worriedly, before you watched him fall face down on the floor as he let out an "ouch". You couldn't stop laughing at his poor attempt to sneak into your room, as he already knew that your parents would never let him in, especially so late at night. You looked over your bedside table, where your alarm clock was, to see what time it was, as it marked 2:33 am.

"Surprisee baby!" he shouted excitedly, with a contagious smile that didn't leave his face for a moment. His breathing was accelerated, which made you realize he had some trouble climbing up to your window. You felt your heart warming at his romantic gesture, yet you didn't want your parents to find out and kick him out of your house or worse.

"Be quiet babe, you're not supposed to be here! You need to leave Stu, my parents are gonna ki-" you were really worried about your boyfriend's safety, but Stu didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence, as he grabbed you firmly around your waist and began kissing you passionately with his long, skilled tongue. His hands were all over your body and his grip was tight, not allowing you to move away from him.

"Shh- don't worry about them. It's just us now. I've missed you so much, baby." he admitted, before kissing your neck eagerly. When he he'd had enough, he pulled you up by your hips and laid you down on your bed, his mouth never leaving yours. You couldn't help moaning as you felt his sweet, loving assaults on your body, his lips and big hands making you melt into his addictive touch.

"Love, we have to be quiet... and you're making it hard for me." by now you were feeling breathless, unable to contain your desire for your horny and needy boyfriend. Instinctively, you rubbed against Stu's crotch which made him groan in pleasure, as you could feel him already hard under his jeans. He began to gently pinch your nipples through the fabric of your short pajama top, enjoying and closely analyzing your reactions to his teasing touch.

"Looks like I have to shut you up so we don't get caught, baby..." the last thing you saw was a mischievous grin on your boyfriend's face, before he firmly turned you around so that you were on all fours for him. He pressed his erection against your ass, while his eyes rolled back as he put his head back from the stimulation and his mouth was slightly open. You were starting to enjoy this game way too much, to see who couldn't hold back their moans, and you made sure you would win this battle. You pushed your ass against him and started rolling your hips in a provocative way, knowing that Stu wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. He bit his lips at this and frowned, realizing what you were trying to do to him.

"My girl really wants to get some, huh? You wanna play dirty, doll? Do you really think you can win this game against me?" he laughed trying to mock you, making you feel pathetic if you really thought you could stay quiet with the way he was about to fuck you.

"Just fuck me already Stu, I can't hold it much longer..." you quickly gave up and decided to beg him for mercy, so you could feel him inside you for once. You were dripping by now and the thought of having to keep quiet so no one would catch you at such a vulnerable and intimate moment turned you on even more for some reason.

You finally felt him give you want you wanted, since Stu himself wasn't a very self-controlled guy when it came to you. You felt his tongue lick a long, firm strip from your throbbing clit to your pulsing, empty hole. This made you grip your pillow as hard as you could while he ate you out from behind. Unfortunately, it didn't last much longer like you'd hoped, as you didn't realize how horny and impatient Stu was feeling that night. Suddenly, you felt his fully erect cock enter you without any resistance, sliding easily into you because you were so wet with your cum and his saliva. He didn't give you any time to adjust to him as he usually did and started pounding you hard and fast. He knew you all too well, so he pushed your face against your pillow to prevent any sound coming out of your pretty mouth and kept his strong hand on your head. You prayed that no one would hear you both fucking like horny teenagers who can't control their sexual hormones. It wasn't your fault that you and Stu were so fucking attracted to each other and that your shared love was considered obsessive, right?

"You like that, don't you babygirl? You love it when I fuck you like this... You needy slut, can't get enough of your boyfriend's cock inside your tight hole. I bet your parents would be so embarrassed if they saw you getting fucked this good." he whispered in your ear before changing his angle to fuck you deeper. Wet sounds, your muffled moans and his heavy breathing were the only sounds being heard in your room, turning you both on even more. It didn't last much longer when you both came at the same time, since Stu was way too horny to hold his orgasm. He was so glad he'd made you cum before he climaxed inside you.

After the moment of ecstasy you both experienced, you lay there trying to catch your breath while staring at the ceiling. It was then that Stu pulled you closer to him and hid his face on your neck, clinging to you more than usual. He was acting way too needy and clingy, and wasn't trying to be the "dominant" one, which made you worry about him.

"Are you ok, love? Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked him softly as you caressed his hair and cheeks. You knew him too well to recognize whenever he wasn't feeling good, even when he was trying to hide it.

"My girl knows me so well." he chuckled weakly, trying to find the right words to tell you what was had been bothering him. After a moment of silence in which you tried to comfort him with your tender touches, he finally spoke. "My parents won't be able to make it for my birthday. Again." your heart ached for him, because you knew this problem had happened before. Although Stu's parents loved him and treated him right, they had never been very present throughout his life and that took a tool on his emotional behavior. That explained why he was so addicted to your attention and wanted you all to himself, all the time. It made you really sad that you couldn't help your boyfriend properly, because the presence of anyone's parents is irreplaceable.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, baby. I'm sure they're extremely busy with work and that's the only reason for their absence on such a special day. We both know that they love you and I'll be there for you to make sure you have the biggest party ever." you gently grabbed his face and smiled warmly at him, admiring his ocean eyes that reminded you of the maldivian water, as he stared back at you with pure love.

"I know you will. What would I do without you? You're the love of my life, you know that right?" you chuckled as you softly kissed his cute nose.

"I love you too, Stu... so much. You have no idea of how much love I have for you and no one ever will."

[chrissdollie]

DAD!CHRIS BC THE MATT ONES WERE AMAZINGGGG

I GOTCHU BABYY

so remember how matt in my eyes is a girl dad? chris has both genders. not two, maybe three or more kids bc i feel like hed want an army lmao

WAIT STOP yk how chris has a few betty boop tees? IMAGINE HIS DAUGHTER DRESSING UP AS BETTY BOOP FOR HALLOWEEN.

daddy daughter dates

hes buying them ice cream all the time

hes the type of dad to show his kids how to treat a woman. he's constantly buying u flowers and winking at the kids when u kiss him on the cheek to thank him

this also means that ur kids have grown accustomed to the constant kissing/pda and they really dont mind it after a while

and lets say they're all planning something devious or like a surprise or something, someone will suggest something involving u and another is like "nah, you know how dad is about her. he'll ground us all for life" which is obviously a joke because chris doesnt believe in grounding his kids

which leads to this next point: you guys dont even ground your kids. you punish them a lil maybe by like taking their phone or something but your kids are pretty well behaved overall

when theres babies, hes always making them giggle by doing silly things like pretending to be a rock star and play on his fake guitar (bonus, he makes the sounds with his mouth like a little kid aww)

u guys take ur kids out alottt. like aint none of them an ipad kid

takes ur daughters to top golf for little dates :,)

dancinggg always !!

u guys teach ur kids to cook and it always gets super messy LOL but its so fun

chris tries to teach ur kids that they dont ever have to be embarrassed around u guys. we all know that chris is a weirdo but so r u!! thats one of the reasons why ur kids love u guys so much because u arent afraid to be.. well, weird lmao.

chris doesn't like taylor's swift music.. but his eldest daughter does. she is OBSESSED. she collects the vinyls and CD's and she's always making him listen to the album lore, about her exes, and her taylor's version predictions. he comes to kinda deal with hearing her music around the house and just comes to accept it lol

[letsmyy]

i have a request!!! you should write a daughter of apollo x leo valdez fic but based on espresso by sabrina carpenter (idk i feel like that song gives children of apollo vibes!) it'd be leo obsessed with the apollo girl (like him being absolutely obsessed with her, having the biggest crush on her possible, he constantly thinks about her, him being an absolute loser bf) and finally getting the courage to ask her out on a date or something like that.

“she’s like a shot of espresso…”

leo valdez x duaghter of apollo!reader

warnings: use of yn! english isn’t my first language so it might be some errors!!

thank you so much for your request, it made me so happy!! idk if what i wrote it’s exactly what you want but i hope you like it 🤕 this is my first timing writing a real fic and I think it really shows lol, but i promise I’ll try to improve in the next one, I’m so sorry if it’s that bad, and this is really short too? omg im really bad at this lol, but anyways, ly anon tell me your opinions (honestly) abt this later, kisses to uuu!! 🫶💗 (btw anon, please request other things I feel like I didn’t did you justice with this one)

words: 850

“is it that sweet? I guess so…..”

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Leo was sure he was going crazy.

He always had a pretty big amount of silly crushes on girls, but with you? It was getting way too serious. Of course, you're beautiful, incredibly kind, and too generous for your own good, and you treated him well, but that isn't enough reason to make him lose sleep; at least that's what he thought.

And he was extremely wrong. Being in your presence was the equivalent of being bathed in the sunlight, and gods, he felt like a prisoner who hadn't seen the sun in years.

He's completely obsessed with you; he just needs the courage to verbalize that, but being honest, Leo felt like a coward at the moment.

While being lost in his thoughts (the thoughts being the pretty daughter of Apollo that never leaves his mind), the boy finally falls asleep.

Leo doesn't mind waking up if that means spending the day with the people he loves, so after getting ready for the day, he searches for you.

And he found you, talking with a much younger camper, helping him. You're smiling like it's the best day of your life, and Leo could swear that you're almost glowing.

The boy makes its way to you the same moment you finish talking to the kid, now having your full attention on Hephaestus' son.

"Leo! Good morning!" Your voice to him had the same effect as listening to his favorite music, it made him happy in ways he couldn't explain, even if his life depended on it. 

"Yn! Good morning!" He mimics you, not in a bad way, just a teasing one. You roll your eyes in fake annoyance.

"Sooo, did you sleep well, Valdez?" You ask, seeming really interested in the answer, but he knows that you're like that for everything, being extremely kind.

"Not really, would be better if I dreamed about you," you laugh amusingly.

"You say that every day, y'know?"

"I know, I say because it's true. " You can't help but blush a little. You're used to Leo flirting with you, but it never gets past that, so you just learned to joke back.

"Hilarious, Valdez... fortunately, I slept very well today, and I'm more excited than normal! I think it's because it's so sunny today, that's awesome, was thinking about going to the lake later. I can't waste such a pretty day like this one painting inside my cabin..."

"Unfortunately, I'll be in the bunker today, I have lots of things to do."

"What? No! You're coming with me, you can't waste this wonderful day either!" You grab his hands, walking toward the lake.

Leo could swear he would pass out at that moment. He couldn't even think about denying your offer, he would prefer dying to doing that.

After a few seconds, you guys get to the lake.

"Look how pretty it is! You have to go swimming with me, it’s a need.”

"Look, sunshine, water and fire don't get along so well, so I might skip that one" he says, apologetic. You frown, thinking.

"We don't need to go swimming, we can just talk, i really don't care." You smile lovingly at him.

"I don't want to ruin your day! There are many people that can go with you, you'll find someone better to do that." He's so oblivious that it's getting concerning.

"I want to spend time with you, Valdez. I don't mind if it's swimming or just talking, I want to, you know..be with you."

"Oh." He's acting like a loser, he can't think straight anymore and is blushing like crazy, but who cares?

"Oh?" You tease him, smiling.

"Yeah, we can. Just talk, I'm happy with that. " His smile was so genuine that made your heart melt.

That's when you realize you're still holding his hand, and you don't want to change that. You can feel he notices too.

Something just snapped in his head, now it’s the time, now or never, right?

"Yn? Can I tell you something?" He says it in a quiet tone, and you just nod.

"When I'm around you, it's like constantly drinking a shot of espresso, it's like being bathed in sunlight, you're incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, and i just can't get enough of you, you're my sunrise and daylight....all I'm saying is, gods, I very much love you more than just friends" You're surprised, really surprised, so surprised that you can't even speak for a moment, which just makes Leo even more nervous.

"Please say something...like, anything, a no it's better than silence because it’s less-“ Before he yaps again, you interrupt him:

"I like you too." The boy almost squeals of pure excitement.

"Seriously? Oh gods, oh gods. What?" He's so happy, it's so sincere, so soft, it's amazing, you can feel your heart beating so fast, and you don't even care; seeing him like this because of you is the best feeling you ever felt.

Then you see that one look, meant just for you, it's like time has frozen, and you're both thinking the same thing. Then, like all the stars aligned, you kissed him

[wannabehockeygf]

think later - jeremy swayman

part of the think later fic series

"Met you on a night out in Boston, Put your hand on my thigh in the Commons, Been drinkin' somethin' blue turn my phone off, 'Cause if it's not you, I don't wanna talk."

*** request: I actually had two for this exact thing! you guys better be best friends! 

"Would you be able to do Jeremy Swayman with Think Later? For the Boston part. Also would you be able to make it a happy/finished ending, but maybe with angst mixed in? Thank youu!! You are an amazing writer!"

"Maybe think later with Jeremy Swayman? Kinda like the song goes “met you at night out in Boston” kinda fluff but also smutty?? If not totally okay!" summary: a double date you didn't want to go on twists into something intense... and more so. word count: 7.6k pairing: jeremy swayman x fem!reader warnings: alcohol, some steamy stuff nothing too crazy notes: - ty for the requests! - ya'll as a leafs fan this feels like fucking treason i can't lie... - my headcanon for trent frederic is "silly" - before anyone asks, yes, I know he isn't that tall, but i wrote this entire thing thinking he was like 6'6 and I will not be revising it. i must research better LMAO - i love how i went from hockey players doing hard drugs to hockey players being cute LOL requests that challenge me are goldennn ***

You never gave much thought to your love life. Not because you didn’t want to, but because it was easier that way—dating had never been your thing. You had plenty of stories, none of them good. So, like any rational adult, you stopped trying. Since sophomore year of college, you hadn’t even hugged a guy, much less been on a date. It wasn’t until your roommate brought up her utterly ridiculous idea that it even crossed your mind again.

"A double date," she said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

You laughed, thinking it was a joke. "No thanks."

But now, here you are, walking into a crowded, sticky bar in Boston, tugged along by her insistent hand. The sound of chatter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of bad pop music assaulted your senses, and you already felt out of place. This definitely wasn’t part of your plan for the night.

You trail behind your roommate like a sheep being led to the world’s least exciting slaughter. Why are you here again? Your arms cross protectively over your chest, already bracing for awkward small talk and forced laughter. As you near the booth, you dare a glance at your date, but immediately decide against it. Nope, not ready for that yet. Instead, your eyes zero in on your roommate’s boyfriend, already seated with a smug grin, obviously pleased with himself for somehow orchestrating this.

"Hey, Trent, how are you?" you mumble, keeping your focus on the sticky, laminated menu lying flat on the table. You slide into the booth next to the other guy, your legs awkwardly brushing against the cold, ripped pleather of the seat.

Across from you, Trent greets you back, then launches into some conversation—beer, Boston sports, or his new protein shake obsession. Who even knows at this point? Your roommate is nodding along, her face lighting up like she hasn’t heard the exact same spiel a hundred times before.

You flick your gaze over to the guy next to you—your date, you remind yourself. Forcing your eyes up to get a better look at him, you note that he hasn’t spoken yet. Probably for the best. He doesn’t look terrible. Definitely not winning any awards tonight, but not bad. Brown hair, kind of messy—not in the cute “I woke up like this” way, more like the “I actually just rolled out of bed” kind.

You clear your throat, filling the silence between you with what feels like an elephant sitting on your chest. "So," you begin, glancing at the menu again before diving into the obligatory introductions, "I guess I should know your name?"

The guy turns to you, his expression a mix of mild surprise and amusement. "Jeremy," he says, extending his hand like you’re in a job interview.

You blink at him, suppressing a snort. Jeremy? Really? Who even names their kid Jeremy these days? You shake his hand, which is surprisingly warm despite the bar’s overly aggressive air conditioning. "Jeremy, huh?" you muse, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips before you can stop yourself. "Do I call you Jere for short? Or… Remy?"

His eyebrow quirks. "Most people stick with Jeremy."

You shrug, feeling a bit proud for breaking the ice, even if it’s by lightly mocking him. "Remy it is then." You go back to pretending to seriously consider the overpriced cocktails.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice him watching you, probably trying to figure out if you’re joking or just weird. Spoiler alert: it’s both. But you’re used to that. He doesn’t seem too put off, which you count as a win.

A few minutes pass, filled with Trent’s loud commentary and your roommate giggling like she’s never heard a more fascinating story. You, on the other hand, are trying to avoid more eye contact with Remy. Small talk’s not your thing, and the awkward tension creeping up your spine isn’t helping.

"You wanna go grab drinks?" Jeremy—Remy—asks suddenly, cutting through the haze of bar noise.

Your eyes snap up from the menu. "Oh, um, sure." Standing up definitely sounds better than listening to more fantasy football updates from Trent.

As you slide out of the booth, your leg awkwardly bumps Jeremy’s knee. Perfect start. He follows you, and when he stands, your brain short-circuits for a second. He keeps standing. And standing. Holy—this guy is tall. Like, unexpectedly tall.

You look up at him, blinking a few times. "Whoa," you mutter under your breath before you can stop yourself. Of course, he notices.

Jeremy glances down at you, and for a second, you swear his cheeks flush—not quite red, but somewhere between embarrassed and amused. "Yeah, uh… I get that a lot."

You blink up at him again, still processing how tall he is. Honestly, why isn’t he playing for the Celtics? His height has to be illegal. “I bet you do, Remy,” you say, trying to play it off with a grin that feels only half-convincing.

He smiles—or kind of. It’s more like a twitch at the corner of his mouth, as if he’s not sure whether to find you funny or confusing. That makes two of you.

As you walk toward the bar, you become hyper-aware of how your shoulder barely reaches his elbow. Every step makes you feel like you’ve wandered into the land of giants. You wonder if he has to duck through doorways like some kind of mythological creature—except, instead of intimidating, he’s just… Jeremy.

The bar area is as packed as the rest of the place, bodies pressed together, the smell of beer and cheap cologne thick in the air. You find an empty spot by the counter, but Jeremy hovers awkwardly a few feet away, unsure where to fit his limbs.

“Well,” you quip, glancing over at him with a smirk, “at least you’ll never lose me in a crowd.”

He laughs, a low, genuine sound that surprises you. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.

You stick close to him, feeling the space between you. He looms over you in a way that’s not intimidating, just confusing. He stands there, fidgeting slightly, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. You suddenly wonder if he gets neck cramps from talking to women.

The bartender finally notices you, after what feels like forever of watching him flip cocktail shakers like he’s auditioning for Coyote Ugly. You tap your fingers on the bar, impatient. “So, what’s the plan, Remy? You ordering a protein shake, or are we going with something stronger?” You smirk, already anticipating his reaction.

He chuckles, leaning slightly closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Shots,” he says simply.

You blink, not sure you heard him right. “Shots? Like… tequila shots?”

His lips twitch into that almost-smile again. “Unless you’ve got a better idea.”

You weigh your options. You could go for something mild and responsible. Or, you could take the plunge. Anything’s better than sitting through another lecture on proper bench press form.

“Alright,” you say, squaring your shoulders. “Shots it is. But if I regret this later, I’m blaming you.”

Jeremy’s smile widens ever so slightly, and he waves down the bartender with ease. He orders two tequila shots, and the bartender doesn’t even question it.

You glance at your roommate, still wrapped up in Trent’s nonsense. She hasn’t even noticed you’ve escaped.

“To surviving the night,” Jeremy says, lifting his glass.

You stare at the shot for a second too long, then clink your glass against his before downing it. The burn hits immediately, spreading warmth down your throat. “Okay, wow,” you mutter, blinking. “That’s… strong.”

Jeremy laughs, not phased at all. Of course, he isn’t. This guy’s probably immune to tequila.

“Want another?” he asks casually, like it’s no big deal.

You blink at him, trying to gauge if he’s serious. “Are you trying to kill me?”

He shrugs, leaning on the bar. “Figured it’d help break the ice.”

You snort, shaking your head. “The first one shattered it.” But you’re already feeling more relaxed. Maybe he’s right.

You gesture to the bartender again, feeling a little bolder now. “Alright, Remy. Let’s do another.”

He smiles—like, actually smiles this time—and the expression transforms his whole face. You realize just now how serious he had looked before, like he was equally unsure about this entire situation. But now, with that smile, he looks... not bad. Maybe even kinda cute, in a tall, awkward way.

The bartender slides another two shots your way, and you brace yourself once more. “Okay,” you say, grabbing your glass and giving Jeremy a sidelong glance. “But after this, we’re switching to something less lethal.”

Jeremy chuckles softly, raising his shot glass in agreement. “Deal.”

The second shot goes down easier than the first, probably because your body has already accepted its fate. You set the glass down, blinking as the familiar warmth spreads through you. For a moment, the noise of the bar fades into the background, and you find yourself more relaxed than you’ve been all night.

You glance up at Jeremy, feeling the corners of your mouth tug upward. “Okay, Jeremy,” you begin, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret. “So what’s your deal? You play hockey, right?”

You lean in closer, trying to gauge Jeremy’s reaction. The tequila buzz has kicked in just enough to make you feel more daring, loosening the tension that had knotted in your chest since you first walked into the bar. His smile is still there—small, but it reaches his eyes this time, a slight glimmer of something warmer than you’d expected from the guy who looked like he might rather be anywhere else.

Jeremy tilts his head slightly, meeting your gaze. “Yeah, I do. You into hockey?”

The question catches you off guard. Hockey? You hadn’t expected that. Your mind spins for a second, trying to recall any bit of knowledge about the sport—something, anything—to avoid sounding completely clueless. You know hockey players tend to have messy hair and muscles that could probably bench press a small car. That’s a fact, right?

You tilt your head in mock seriousness, the corners of your lips quirking up as you reply, “Does it count if I’ve seen Mighty Ducks?”

That earns a genuine laugh from Jeremy, his shoulders shaking slightly as he leans a little closer to you, still keeping his voice low over the noise. “We’ll call it a start,” he says, his breath warm against your ear. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, but not the uncomfortable kind—the kind that leaves you acutely aware of how close he is now.

You clear your throat, trying to refocus. The alcohol is definitely doing its job, making it easier to talk, easier to joke, but also making it harder to ignore the way Jeremy is looking at you now—like he’s actually interested. It’s a shift you hadn’t quite expected, but there it is.

“What about you?” Jeremy asks, shifting in his spot and propping his elbow on the bar like you two are just casually catching up at some coffee shop, not drowning in tequila at a sticky Boston bar. “You don’t seem too thrilled to be on this date.”

You can’t help but smirk at Jeremy's question. “Me? Excited?” You glance toward your roommate, now fully engrossed in what can only be described as an Olympic-level makeout session with Trent. You turn back to Jeremy, arching a brow. “I mean, can you blame me for feeling... left out of the fun?”

He follows your gaze, his lips quirking in amusement as he sees what you mean. “Guess they’re having a good night,” he remarks dryly, leaning on the bar a bit more comfortably now, like he’s settled into the chaos of the evening.

“They don’t ever take a break, I swear,” you mutter, the words dripping with sarcasm. You lift your empty shot glass, twisting it between your fingers, using it as a distraction. The alcohol has already loosened the knot of anxiety in your stomach, but that doesn’t stop the self-conscious feeling creeping back in.

You set the shot glass down, your fingers lingering on the rim, feeling the cool condensation as you give Jeremy a sidelong glance. His eyes are still on you, curious but relaxed, like he’s trying to figure you out, piece by piece. The hum of the crowd, the clinking of glasses, even the relentless thump of bad pop music—it all melts away, leaving just the two of you in this small, oddly intimate corner of the bar.

“So,” he says, leaning in just enough to close the space between you without being overbearing, “What exactly do you mean by ‘they don’t take a break?’” His voice is low, with just a hint of teasing curiosity. The smirk playing at his lips lets you know he’s more than a little interested in the answer.

You hesitate for a second, letting your fingers trace idle circles on the bar as you debate how much to reveal. The flickering light from behind the bar catches the glint of your glass, and you glance up at him, meeting his gaze head-on. He’s waiting, intrigued, and honestly, the tequila is doing enough heavy lifting that you don’t feel the need to hold back.

“Well,” you begin, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret, though the din of the bar makes sure no one else is listening. “Let’s just say living with her has been… educational.” You shoot him a pointed look, raising an eyebrow for emphasis. “They’re not exactly quiet, if you know what I mean.”

Jeremy blinks, his eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise before a slow grin spreads across his face. “Seriously?” he asks, his tone somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “Like… how often are we talking?”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you roll your eyes. “Oh, please. You have no idea. Every other night—if I’m lucky. Sometimes I’m sitting in the living room, minding my own business, and then—bam—Trent’s there, and, well… things escalate quickly.”

The mental image of your roommate and Trent’s frequent… activities is enough to make you cringe, and yet, you find yourself laughing about it now. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or maybe it’s the fact that Jeremy seems to find the whole situation as ridiculous as you do. Either way, you don’t mind sharing the awkward truth.

“So, what, you’re just, sex-negative?” he suddenly asks, his voice dropping slightly as he leans closer, clearly enjoying this conversation more than you expected.

You blink at Jeremy’s question, caught slightly off guard by the shift in the conversation. Sex-negative? Definitely not. But how do you explain the dry spell without it sounding like you’ve been living under a rock? The last thing you want is for him to think you’re inexperienced, but also, it’s not exactly something you’re eager to dive into—especially in a bar.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you lean back slightly, running your fingers along the cool surface of your glass. “Negative? No, not at all,” you respond, your tone light and playful, dodging the question without outright avoiding it. “I just think there’s such a thing as… moderation, you know? Not everyone’s out there trying to set world records.”

Jeremy laughs, a low, easy sound that rumbles in his chest, and you feel the warmth of his amusement lingering in the air between you. His eyes flicker down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again, something a little more intent simmering beneath his casual expression.

"Moderation, huh?" he teases, resting his elbow on the bar and leaning in just a bit closer. His voice lowers, like it’s a secret he’s only willing to share with you. “So… you're not exactly a frequent flyer these days?”

Your heart stutters for a second, and you immediately realize this conversation is skating on thin ice—fun, sure, but also dangerous territory. The tequila in your system makes it easier to respond with a coy, teasing smile instead of outright flustered honesty.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you reply, biting your lip as you meet his gaze. His proximity is undeniable now, his cologne subtly mixing with the scent of the bar, making the space between you feel smaller, more intimate. The warmth of his body radiates toward you, and you can’t help but feel a growing tension with every lingering glance. “Let’s just say I’m… picky.”

The smirk on Jeremy’s lips grows wider as he watches you carefully. There’s a challenge in his eyes, a knowing look that makes your stomach flip with both excitement and apprehension. His gaze travels lazily over your features, taking in the way your lips curve, the soft flutter of your lashes, before settling on your eyes once more.

"Picky, huh?" he echoes, his tone teasing but layered with a hint of intrigue. He lets the word hang in the air for a moment, his fingers drumming softly on the bar, almost like he's gauging your reaction. "I guess that means… you’re hard to impress."

You feel a flush creep up your neck, but you’re quick to counter. “It’s not about being hard to impress. Just… discerning.”

The word lingers between you, wrapped in unspoken meaning, and Jeremy’s expression shifts—less playful now, more curious, like he’s peeling back layers. His eyes flicker down to your lips again, and this time, they linger there, just for a heartbeat too long.

“And what exactly does it take to impress you?” he asks, his voice dropping lower, softer, so that the question feels like it’s meant only for your ears. His elbow on the bar brings him even closer, and you can feel the faintest brush of his knee against yours under the table. It’s enough to send a pulse of awareness through you, and you suddenly find it harder to keep your breathing steady.

You swallow, your thoughts racing as you try to formulate a reply without giving too much away. You’re enjoying this dance of flirtation, but it’s getting harder to stay detached when his eyes are practically smoldering in the dim light of the bar.

“It’s not something you can just list off,” you say, your voice a little more breathless than intended. “It’s… more of a feeling.”

Jeremy’s gaze darkens, his smirk softening into something more serious, more intent. “A feeling, huh?” His voice is a hushed murmur now, intimate in a way that makes your pulse quicken. His fingers brush ever so lightly against your hand, sending a spark of electricity up your arm. "And are you feeling anything right now?"

Your breath catches, your mind racing for a moment, but then you lean in, closing the space between you, your lips almost brushing his ear as you whisper, “Maybe.”

It’s the way his body shifts subtly, the way his breath hitches at your words, that tells you this game is on a knife's edge now. The air between you is thick, charged, every glance and movement loaded with the weight of unspoken possibilities.

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, and the intensity there makes your heart race. For a moment, neither of you says anything, the noise of the bar fading even further into the background. The tension between you is palpable, humming in the space where your bodies are just barely not touching.

“You’re making this very difficult,” you mutter, barely loud enough to be heard over the distant hum of the bar. You give him a playful smirk, trying to deflect the growing tension, but the look in his eyes tells you he’s not letting you off that easily.

“Oh, I am?” His voice is a low murmur, teasing but edged with something else, something darker. He leans in, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. His lips hover just near your ear, and he’s so close that the scent of his cologne mixes with the faint musk of the bar, making you dizzy in the best way. “I don’t know… seems like you’re handling it just fine.”

Your heart skips a beat at the way he says it, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with meaning. His fingers slip away from yours, trailing a path up your arm, slow and deliberate, and you can’t help the way your body reacts—goosebumps rising on your skin, a shiver running down your spine.

He’s testing you. And you know it.

You take a slow breath, biting your lip as you meet his gaze. The teasing, playful banter from earlier feels miles away now, replaced by something far more electric. “Oh, I’m handling it?” you echo, your voice steady, though your pulse is anything but. “You sure about that?”

Jeremy grins, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something much more primal. He leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re not exactly hiding it well,” he whispers, his voice low and rough, the words sending a jolt of heat through your body.

You swallow hard, your heart hammering against your ribs as you try to stay composed. His proximity, his voice, the way his hand is now resting on your knee, fingers just barely grazing the inside of your bare leg—it’s all too much, and yet not enough. There’s a part of you that wants to play it cool, to keep this dance going, but the other part—the part that’s been aching for this, for him—is ready to break.

You lean in, your lips dangerously close to his ear now, letting your breath brush his skin as you speak. “You think I’m hiding something?” you whisper, your voice soft but filled with challenge.

His hand tightens slightly on your knee, the pressure sending a wave of heat through you, and he lets out a low, throaty chuckle that vibrates against your chest. “Oh, I know you are,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear as he speaks. “You’ve been dodging my questions all night.”

You laugh softly, the sound more breathless than you intended. You can feel the tension building between you, the way every small touch, every whispered word, is pulling you both closer to the edge. “Maybe I just like keeping you guessing,” you reply, your voice low, playful, but laced with the same tension that’s thrumming between you.

Jeremy pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze again. His eyes are dark, full of intent, and the look he gives you is enough to make your stomach flip. “Yeah?” he asks, his voice soft but intense. “Is that it? Or…” His hand moves a little higher on your thigh, his fingers brushing the soft skin just beneath the hem of your dress, and your breath hitches. “...maybe you just don’t want to admit that it’s been a while.”

Your heart skips a beat, and for a split second, you forget how to breathe. He’s hit too close to the mark, and the sudden rush of heat to your cheeks betrays you before you can think of a response.

Jeremy’s grin widens, and he leans in again, his lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m right, aren’t I?” he whispers, his voice soft but filled with that same teasing edge. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You feel your pulse quicken, your mind racing as you try to think of something to say, some witty comeback that doesn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s right. But the truth is, you can’t deny the way your body is reacting to him, the way every touch, every whispered word, is making it harder and harder to keep your composure.

“Maybe,” you manage, your voice soft, but the word feels more like a confession than you intended.

Jeremy lets out a low, throaty chuckle, and the sound sends a wave of heat coursing through your body. His hand moves higher, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your thigh, and you can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat.

“Thought so,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear again. “I can tell.”

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way his touch is making your entire body hum with anticipation. “You’re awfully sure of yourself,” you mutter, though your voice lacks the bite you were aiming for.

Jeremy pulls back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering. “I’m just paying attention,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. His hand moves higher still, and you feel your heart race, every nerve in your body on edge. “And right now… you’re giving me all the right signals.”

You bite your lip, trying to keep your composure, but the way his hand is resting on your thigh, the heat of his touch burning through the fabric of your dress, is making it impossible to think straight.

“Signals?” You manage to echo, your voice far softer than you’d intended. You try to inject a bit of bite into it, but it’s lost in the haze that’s settled over your brain. The way his fingers toy with the hem of your dress is enough to scramble your thoughts completely, making you hyperaware of every point where your skin is just barely—achingly—touching his.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing your earlobe, and you swear you feel your entire body tighten in anticipation. “Mmhmm,” he hums, his voice low and rough, full of wicked intent. “You know what kind of signals.”

You swallow, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but the way his hand slides higher on your thigh—so casually possessive—has you fighting a gasp. His lips barely graze the sensitive skin just below your ear, his breath sending goosebumps racing across your skin, and it takes everything in you to not visibly shudder at the sensation.

“I can feel how tense you are,” he murmurs, his voice smooth and confident, the words practically dripping with suggestiveness. “Bet I could help with that. Get you to relax a little…” His fingers press just slightly into your skin, as though testing the waters, and you bite your lip to stifle the noise building in your throat. “You’d like it if I got my hands on you, wouldn’t you?”

You let out a shaky laugh, trying to play it off, but his hand is still slowly, deliberately inching higher under the table, and it has your mind short-circuiting. “Relax? With you around? Not likely,” you manage, though your voice wobbles a bit at the end, betraying the nerves he’s stoking.

Jeremy smiles, his eyes dark and full of intent as they flicker from your lips to your eyes, studying every flicker of emotion that crosses your face. “Oh, I think you’d be surprised,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that sends another wave of goosebumps racing up your arms. He leans in again, his breath hot against your ear, and the proximity, the way his lips brush against your skin as he speaks, makes your entire body tense up.

His fingers trail lightly along your inner thigh, and you bite your lip, fighting the overwhelming urge to lean into him, to just let go of the tension that’s been coiling tighter and tighter inside you. “You’re so damn worked up,” he whispers, the words rolling off his tongue like a secret he’s been waiting to tell you. “I can feel it. Bet you’ve been thinking about this all night. Wondering what it’d be like to let me take care of you.”

Your pulse spikes, and you feel a hot flush crawl up your neck, his words hitting too close to the truth for comfort. You can’t stop the way your body reacts, though, the ache in your chest, the way your breath hitches when his fingers press a little harder against your thigh.

“I don’t need you to take care of me,” you shoot back, your voice steadier than you feel, but there’s a hitch in it that gives you away.

“Oh?” His lips are so close to your ear now, his breath warm and teasing. “Then why haven’t you pulled away?” His fingers skim higher, brushing the hem of your dress, and you shudder, the heat pooling low in your belly almost too much to handle.

You don’t have an answer for that. Not a good one, at least. Not one that’ll wipe that smug look off his face.

Instead, you let out a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. The way he’s looking at you—it’s like he already knows exactly what’s going on in your head. It’s unnerving, but at the same time, it’s thrilling in a way that makes your pulse race even faster.

Jeremy seems to notice your reaction, his grin widening as he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes gleaming with that same wicked intent. “You ready to get out of here?” he asks, his voice soft but filled with heat.

The question sends a jolt of excitement through you, your heart racing as you meet his gaze. It’s a simple question, but the way he says it, the way his hand is still resting on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin—it feels like so much more.

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as you bite your lip. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Let’s go.”

The next few moments pass in a blur of movement and quick glances as the two of you leave the bar, the energy between you crackling with anticipation. Time seems to warp as you slip into a cab, the heat of Jeremy’s body next to yours making every second feel drawn out and charged with potential.

Then, before you know it, you’re at his place—his hand on the small of your back as he guides you through the door. It feels like the air between you is buzzing, thick with all the unspoken tension that’s been building all night.

You barely register the sound of the door clicking shut behind you as Jeremy’s lips crash against yours, slow and deliberate but with an undeniable intensity that sends your heart racing. His hands are immediately on you, slipping under your dress, fingers grazing the bare skin of your back as he pulls you closer, pressing his body against yours. The kiss is like a spark, igniting everything inside you, and you feel yourself melting into him, losing yourself in the heat of the moment.

The room around you feels hazy, almost dreamlike, the low hum of the city outside muffled by the thick tension hanging between you. It’s just the two of you now, and the weight of all the playful banter, the teasing touches, the knowing glances throughout the night—it all comes crashing down in a flood of adrenaline and need.

You break the kiss for a moment, gasping for air as Jeremy’s lips trail down the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, and you know they’ll bloom into bruises come morning, but you don’t care. Your hands, not to be outdone, find their way under his shirt, fingers splayed against the warm skin of his chest as you tug it upward, desperate to feel more of him. He helps, shrugging out of it in one fluid motion, and before you even have time to fully appreciate the sight of him, he’s back on you, his mouth capturing yours once again with a renewed sense of urgency.

The sensation of his hands slipping lower, teasing the hem of your dress, for real this time, has you biting back a gasp, your breath hitching as his fingers ghost along your thighs. It’s impossible to think, your mind fogged over with the sheer intensity of it all—the way his lips move against yours, the way his hands seem to know exactly where to touch, how to make your entire body light up with anticipation.

Somehow, between the tangled limbs and feverish kisses, you find yourself backed up against the kitchen counter. It’s cold against your legs, a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from Jeremy’s body, and the next thing you know, he’s lifting you effortlessly onto it. You let out a surprised laugh, the sound breathless and airy, but there’s no time to dwell on it as he steps between your legs, his hands running up your thighs, pushing your dress higher.

“So eager,” you manage to tease, though your voice is shaky, breathless, and your words falter as his hands slide further up, brushing over the bare skin of your hips. His grin in response is smug, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, like he knows how close you are to completely unraveling under his touch.

“I could say the same about you,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. His fingers make quick work of the zipper on your dress, the fabric slipping off your shoulders as he pushes it down, exposing more of your skin to the cool air of the apartment.

You try to respond, but the words die in your throat the second his lips find your collarbone, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and before you know it, his fingers are wrapping around the waistband of your underwear. He pulls back just enough to take you in, his eyes dark and full of hunger as they rake over you, making your skin flush under his gaze.

But you’re not one to be outdone. With a mischievous grin, you tug him closer by the waistband of his jeans, your fingers slipping under the fabric as you pull him in for another heated kiss. His hands are everywhere, exploring, teasing, and it’s almost too much—the way his touch sets your skin alight, the way his lips move against yours, the sheer electricity pulsing between you.

Just as your fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, your heart pounding in your ears, there’s a sound—faint, but unmistakable. The door creaks open. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat, and for a split second, you think you’ve imagined it. But then there’s a voice.

“Yo, Jere, I—oh, shit.”

The voice, familiar and horrified, cuts through the tension like a bucket of cold water. You freeze, your hand literally in Jeremy’s pants, and your eyes snap to the doorway.

Trent.

Jeremy groans, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder as if the universe has just played the cruelest joke on him as you quickly jerk your hand back. “Are you serious right now?” he mutters under his breath, clearly fighting the urge to yell.

Trent stands there, eyes wide, clearly not expecting to walk in on this scene. “I, uh... I didn’t know... You didn’t say—”

Jeremy lifts his head, his expression somewhere between murderous and resigned. “Because I didn’t think I’d have to, Trent.”

You try to stifle a laugh, the situation so utterly absurd that you can’t help it. The whole thing is so comically tragic—like something out of a bad sitcom. You’re half undressed on a kitchen counter, Jeremy’s shirtless, and Trent is standing in the doorway looking like he just walked into a horror movie.

Trent, bless him, looks mortified. “I—I just—” He gestures wildly toward the door. “I got locked out of my place, and I was hoping…”

Jeremy seems ready to combust. He pulls away from you slightly, his hands still on your thighs but his face twisted in exasperation as he turns to Trent. “You’re kidding me, right?” Jeremy’s voice is tight, like he's holding onto the last thread of his patience. "You didn’t think—maybe—a text?"

Trent shrugs, his hands now nervously fiddling with his keys, and you can’t help but notice how absolutely, wonderfully oblivious he seems to the monumental cock-block he’s just performed. It’s like watching a train wreck, but instead of crashing, it’s just awkwardly derailing in slow motion. He looks like a lost puppy who���s wandered into a room he wasn’t supposed to be in but can’t figure out how to get back out.

Jeremy groans, the sound a mix of pure frustration and disbelief, and you can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips. You stifle a laugh, but it bubbles up anyway, a soft, breathless giggle that you try to cover with your hand.

"Trent," you manage to say, trying to sound casual despite the fact that you're half-dressed and sitting on a counter like you’re in the middle of a steamy romance novel. "Maybe... maybe you could go...?" You trail off, attempting to subtly guide him toward the exit with a hopeful smile.

But Trent, bless his soul, doesn’t pick up on any of it. He scratches the back of his neck, his gaze darting to the floor. “Yeah, I mean... I didn’t think I’d be interrupting... uh, this...” He waves a hand vaguely in your direction, and Jeremy’s jaw clenches. “But since I’m here, I thought maybe... you know, I could crash? Until I can get back into my place? Like, just for a bit?”

There’s a beat of silence, so thick and awkward it feels like you could slice through it with a butter knife. You can practically feel Jeremy’s eye twitching beside you. You open your mouth to try again, this time a little more direct.

“Trent,” Jeremy starts this time, beating you, and his voice is steady, though there’s a distinct edge to it now, “this really isn’t a good time.”

There it is. Another hint. The gentle, polite way of saying, Please, for the love of God, get out. You hold your breath, waiting for Trent to get the message, to back away slowly and give you back the moment that’s still buzzing in the air between you and Jeremy. But Trent, bless him, doesn’t seem to pick up on the signals. Not even a little.

“Oh, right, right,” Trent says, nodding vigorously as though he’s just realized the gravity of the situation. And for a second, you think he’s about to leave. But no. He glances around the room awkwardly, eyes landing on the couch behind you. “I’ll just, uh... crash here for a bit, yeah? While I figure out the whole locked-out situation?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Is he serious?

You glance at Jeremy, whose entire body stiffens in response. His hands slip away from your hips, and he slowly turns to face Trent, like he’s gearing up to deliver a death blow. But instead, all that comes out is a strained, “Trent...”

Trent, still oblivious to the mounting tension, plops himself onto the couch like this is a totally normal occurrence. “Man, it’s freezing out there tonight. You got Netflix, right, Jere? I could really use something to take my mind off... well, everything.”

Jeremy lets out a long, frustrated sigh, dropping his forehead against your shoulder again. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he mutters, voice muffled against your skin.

You can’t help it—you start laughing, soft at first but then uncontrollably, the sheer absurdity of the situation too much to contain. “This is... I mean... of course this is happening.” You’re still breathless from Jeremy’s kisses, your skin tingling, but the laughter bubbling up inside you is impossible to hold back.

Jeremy pulls back, shaking his head with a look of complete and utter disbelief. “He’s... he’s actually staying.” His tone is incredulous, as if he can’t quite fathom how Trent is that completely clueless.

You shrug, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “Well, he did get locked out of his place.”

Jeremy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, and for a second you think he might actually lose it. But then, the corner of his mouth twitches, and you realize he’s fighting off a grin. “We were this close.” He holds his fingers an inch apart, glaring toward the living room like Trent has personally offended him on the deepest level.

You shrug, biting your lip to keep from laughing outright. “He really doesn’t get it, does he?”

Jeremy’s eyes narrow, and you can see him wrestling with the idea of throwing Trent out versus just giving in to the ridiculousness of it all. “Apparently not.”

Trent, blissfully unaware of the war raging behind Jeremy’s eyes, is already flipping through Netflix, humming some random tune under his breath. “You guys cool with an action movie? Or maybe a rom-com?” he calls over his shoulder.

You and Jeremy share a look, both of you incredulous, both of you trying to come to terms with the fact that you’ve gone from about to hook up to... movie night. On the couch. With Trent.

“Well,” you say, hopping down from the counter, smoothing your dress with a sigh, “Looks like we’re watching Netflix.”

Jeremy just stares at you for a long moment, then shakes his head, muttering something under his breath about murder. He grabs his shirt from the floor, pulling it back on with a huff of defeat. “I’m never gonna let him live this down,” he grumbles, his voice low enough that only you can hear it.

You can’t help but smirk, despite the situation. “Could’ve been worse,” you say lightly, stepping closer and brushing your fingers teasingly against his side. “Oh yeah?” He replies, his voice taking on the same teasing tone, “How?”

“Well,” you say, lowering your voice so only he can hear, your lips brushing against his ear, “at least we weren’t naked yet.”

Jeremy’s eyes darken for a split second, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, “You’re really not making this any easier, you know that?”

You grin, your heart skipping a beat at the low timbre of his voice, but before you can respond, Trent finally picks a movie. “Ah! Found one!” He leans back on the couch, stretching his arms out like he’s settling in for the night. “You guys coming or what?”

Jeremy straightens up with a sigh, casting one last glance at you before muttering, “This is the worst night of my life.” But you can see the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, like even he can’t help but laugh at how utterly ridiculous this all is.

And so, with a shared look of resignation, you follow Jeremy to the couch. Because what else can you do?

“Popcorn?” Trent asks cheerfully, like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

Jeremy leans back with a sigh, throwing an arm casually over the back of the couch behind you. “Sure, Trent. Why not?”

[kiss-me-cill-me]

could u write a cill character where the reader is super horny w/ baby fever, a breeding type fic ❤️?? I love your works btw!!

Oh anon, I love you for requesting this ❤️ Partly because I had already planned to write it lmao. And thank you so much!! Sending love right back at ya 🥰

Due Date

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Your boyfriend is totally oblivious to your baby fever, but lucky for both of you, you aren't able to keep it bottled up for too long.

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, floor sex, stomach pressing (?? idk how to even phrase this lol), mentions of reader being on birth control, some fluff, established boyfriend/girlfriend relationship

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

There had been only one thing on your mind for weeks now, and you could not figure out for the life of you how to get rid of the thoughts. You wondered if you would ever feel normal again, or if this was just going to be your new default state forever. The idea of that was maddening.

Neil, on the other hand, seemed to be somehow blissfully unaware about just how badly you felt like you might explode every time Marcia and Buddy came around with their new baby. 

You weren’t sure how that was possible, given that you practically sprinted over to the stroller every time they wrangled it into the store. How could he not have known, when you squealed for the hundredth time, every time, at seeing that chubby little baby face? Marcia had practically needed to wrestle her own child away from you the last time they’d paid a visit, and yet Neil seemed totally unaware of how badly you wanted one of your own.

Or maybe he just hoped that if he ignored it, your baby fever would go away. Your boyfriend had never exactly been one to take on responsibilities willingly, unless doing so somehow involved Gumshoe. The store was his baby, as he often joked, and you were starting to worry that that meant he would never have room in his heart for real babies. The kind that would giggle at Neil’s silly antics and look up at you with their big blue eyes, just like his, and-

You snapped back to reality. You had been daydreaming again, and you found yourself standing behind the counter with Neil, your finger stuck into the spool of a VHS tape as you worked at rewinding a stack of them together.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, sparing a glance in your direction.

You’d paused in your mindless task, lost in fantasy, and now you tried to shake off the fog that had crept over you, bringing with it the images of cribs and onesies and bouncing bundles that always seemed to end up in Neil’s arms. 

“Uh…”

He would make such a good dad. A fun dad; the kind that would take his kids on adventures themed after all of their favorite movies. Lightsaber battles in the kitchen. Quests for treasure in the backyard that would make Indiana Jones quake in his boots. Neil would have just as much fun as your future children - you were sure of it. And that thought was almost enough to make you jump him right there in the store. It was pure torture, living like this, and for days on end.

“Helloooooo?” Neil droned.

You looked over at him with wide eyes as he caught you indulging in your secret fantasies yet again.

“You… good?” he asked again, slightly concerned this time.

“I am; I’m… just a little distracted,” you said, hurrying to get back to rewinding the tape.

Neil stuffed the cassette he was holding back in its box, giving you a smug look.

“Yeah, I do have that effect on you, don’t I?” he teased.

You shoved him, and he nudged you back with an elbow.

“In your dreams,” you laughed.

Privately, you could feel yourself starting to ache at just his words. He had no clue how true they were, and you certainly weren’t about to tell him. Now really wasn’t the time for a baby; your logical side knew that. And as much as a part of you wanted to tell him, you knew that it wouldn’t make any real difference. You would just have to be patient and wait.

“Thanks for helping out tonight, by the way,” Neil continued, slipping back into the easy routine of rewinding tapes. “I hate doing this.”

“I know; me too,” you agreed. “Which is why I expect to be paid overtime.”

Neil looked at you, side-eyed.

“Do you even work here?” he joked.

“Not for long if I don’t start getting paid.”

“Okay, fine,” Neil sighed. “The usual rate?”

You giggled as he put his tape down and pinned you against the edge of the counter, pressing your bodies together as he kissed you. A series of quick, fleeting pecks; your hourly wage for helping him out.

“Hey! Overtime,” you reminded him, grabbing at the hem of his shirt as he started to pull away.

Neil leaned back over and gave you one more kiss, catching your bottom lip with his teeth.

Just then, the bell at the top of the door rang, letting you know that a customer had arrived. Neil stood up straight, clearing his throat in a very professional manner as he backed up a little. Even with distance between you, you still felt your whole body thrum. The heat on your cheeks seemed to burst as the lone customer wandered the store, browsing the aisles as you and Neil stood side by side and rewound more tapes.

“All set?” Neil chirped up as the man approached the counter. 

Neil went through the routine of checking out the tape, finally handing it over along with a receipt. He glanced down at the date that was printed on the slip.

“And you’re all set. Due date is… August fifteenth.”

Behind him, you made a small noise in your throat. Neil looked over at you, just for a moment, before he turned back to the customer and finished wrapping up the transaction. When the man had left, Neil turned more fully to face you.

“You’re acting weird, babe,” he said bluntly, scratching the back of his head. “Is there something going on?”

“Nope, never better!”

You cursed yourself silently. Why had something so stupidly simple as Neil saying the words “due date” lodged itself firmly into your brain as yet another excuse to obsess over babies? 

“If you need to go home, that’s okay,” Neil offered. “I can wrap things up here by myself.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “It’s just…”

“Just…?” Neil echoed, leaning toward you.

“Hearing you talk about… due dates,” you sighed, finally admitting defeat.

Neil’s look of utter and genuine confusion would have made you laugh out loud, if not for the fact that you felt compelled to burrow down into the floor.

“Should I not… tell the customers when to return tapes?”

“No, you dummy!” You avoided his eyes as you shuffled uncomfortably. “I just mean that- It just makes me think about babies!”

You could see the gears turning in Neil’s head a few seconds after you’d blurted out your confession, slowly reaching a conclusion before his eyes widened.

“Ohhhh. That’s why you’ve been so interested in hanging out with Marcia,” he laughed.

“Yes! Neil - okay?” you cried, thoroughly embarrassed. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, and I just- Ugh!”

You threw your hands up as you abandoned all attempts at explaining yourself. Neil was already throwing you glances, as if he had caught you in the middle of something scandalous, instead of just struggling to suppress baby fever. 

In a way, though, he had. Your thoughts really weren’t all so pure as just picturing him with your kids at the park. Babies didn’t just drop down out of the sky, after all.

Neil took a small step toward you, making you shrink back as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“You like the thought of me knocking you up?” he hummed.

The shock of him saying it so bluntly made you shrink into yourself a bit more. Neil wasn’t letting you go anywhere, though, as he placed his arms to either side of your hips, leaning against the counter.

“Maybe I just think you’d be a good dad,” you shot back, slightly too shakily to be believable.

“Mmm, I don’t think that that’s all you’ve been thinking.” Neil took another step forward, closing up even the most fleeting idea of any distance between you. “I think you like to imagine me filling you up until there’s no way that you couldn’t be pregnant.”

You could hardly believe the words coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. This was certainly not how you had imagined any potential conversation going.

“And… what if I do?” you asked.

Neil shrugged, not nearly as nonchalant as he was trying to be.

“You tell me,” he said, lowly. “Do you want me to?”

“Want you to…?”

Before you could finish your sentence, Neil’s lips were on yours again, kissing you with a renewed hunger that seemed to extend to some deeper level. Before, things had been teasing and light, like they usually were between you. Now, they felt almost serious. Your head spun as you felt yourself give in to the kiss, letting your wildest fantasies surround you as you stood there, knees buckling at the strong ache that ran through your legs. You had to hold onto Neil slightly as he pulled away. 

“I know we’re not ready for kids yet,” you started, not very convincingly.

Neil was making it too hard to focus, as his lips trailed over the side of your face, pressing kisses into your jaw, your cheek, your temple. You hadn’t expected this reaction from him, and you were scrambling to figure out how to respond.

“So?” Neil laughed. “That doesn’t mean we can’t practice, right? There’s really no harm in that.”

“I… guess not,” you agreed.

Neil pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaning down to bite at your ear. You moaned - just a small sound you couldn’t hold back - and felt warm desire pool deep in your stomach as Neil whispered into your ear.

“I think you’d look cute, you know.”

He pulled back to brush a thumb over the very lowest part of your stomach, and the implication was obvious. “Do you?” you sighed, dreamily.

Neil pressed his body back up against you, and this time you could feel his hard length, digging into your hip. Your hands wrapped around his waist, holding him there as he answered.

“Mm-hmm. Seeing you pregnant would really just be a reminder of what I had done to get you like that, sooo… I think it’d be pretty hot.”

You wondered if Neil had any idea just how dangerous of a game he was playing. You knew he was only pretending. He and you both knew that you were on birth control. But… it would be so easy for things like that to change.

“You really need to start watching your mouth, Neil,” you warned him.

“I think I need to start watching you live out your little fantasies, babe.”

Neil’s next kiss was so passionate that he nearly bent you back over the checkout counter. His teeth caught your already-swollen lip once again as he snuck a hand under your thigh, pulling it up to hook over his waist.

“Neil! Can’t this wait til we get home?” you laughed, a sharp heat coursing throughout your whole body.

“Can you wait?” he countered.

That wasn’t really a fair argument. You very clearly could not, at least not based on the way you felt yourself clench around nothing more than the thought of Neil filling you up, just like he’d said earlier. You groaned as he kissed you again, sealing your fate.

“Okay, just - let me at least lock the door,” you begged.

Neil pulled away with a soft smile, and you could see just how incredibly hard he was through the outline of his jeans. 

“Hurry back, baby. Or I’ll have to come over there and get you.”

You practically ran to the front of the store, flipping the sign hastily over to “closed” before locking the door and drawing the blinds over all of the windows. It was already dark out, and you caught a quick glimpse of your wide smile in the reflection of the plate glass. This wasn’t the first time that Gumshoe had closed early for some less-than-legitimate purposes.

Suddenly, something crashed into your back. From behind, you felt Neil’s arms encircle your waist as he pulled you away from the window.

“Sorry, babe - couldn’t wait.”

His voice was close, burrowing into your ear as it nestled right next to the thoughts that continued to swirl in your head. You felt a rush down your spine at his words. 

Neil backed up a few more steps as he spun around, keeping you pinned to his chest, and then slammed directly into the shelves, spilling VHS tapes everywhere.

“Look who’s the overeager one now,” you laughed, arching back slightly as Neil’s hand grabbed roughly at your breast.

“Who said I wasn’t?”

Neil guided you down to the floor, flipping you over to face him as you landed among the catastrophe of VHS tapes. You shoved a few out of the way, making enough room to lie down while Neil hovered over you, busy with ripping off his shirt.

“Is this really how you treat the mother of your future children?” you joked.

“No,” Neil replied, looking down at you as he tore off his belt. “This is how I treat the girl who wants me to fuck my cum into her so badly, she can’t even focus on rewinding tapes.”

Neil shoved his pants down while you were still too shocked to speak, and then went to work on your clothes, nearly wrestling you out of them as he grunted above you. Neil sometimes got rough when he was excited, but you hadn’t ever seen him like this. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who liked the idea of him getting you pregnant.

Naked and lying on the floor of your boyfriend’s video rental store, you felt yourself practically drip onto the carpet.

“Neil, are you really gonna…?”

“Cum in you?” he finished. “Course I am. How else are you gonna get knocked up?”

Your face flushed. The line between real intentions and fantasy ones was already so dangerously thin, and you felt yourself grow even more excited at the idea of not knowing how serious he was. The two of you had always been cautious. Neil always pulled out of you, even knowing that you were on birth control. It wasn’t like anything would actually happen if he chose not to, but…

“Need you to take me nice and deep - okay, baby?”

Neil’s words snapped you back to reality again as you felt him line up. Your hips were hovering just off the floor, and the anticipation was killing you. You needed him inside of you, now.

“Okay,” you agreed breathlessly.

“Good girl.”

Neil sat up straight as he pushed in, and you felt yourself clamp down so hard that it was almost a miracle he was able to get anywhere. But he did, and you could feel every inch of him sink into you as he buried himself all the way, deep inside just like he’d promised.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed. “But you’re not gonna be after I’m done with you. Fuck.”

You watched Neil groan as he squeezed his eyes shut and pumped once, almost cautiously. You could feel the drag of his cock as he pulled out, and you savored the slow thrust. You knew that this pace wouldn’t last long once he got started.

Neil’s hand drifted back down to your stomach, pressing softly as he pushed into you again.

“You feel that, babe?”

The sensation made you gasp. The slight pressure from Neil's hand made the fat head of his cock seem to nudge inside of you even more deeply; the feeling intense but addicting. Neil kept the flat palm of his hand pressed against you as he dragged out, then pushed back in, a little more roughly this tine. It was almost enough to send you right over the edge, and your hips inched up to increase the pressure.

“Fuck - you like that,” Neil commented, breathlessly. “Like feeling right where I’m gonna cum, don’t you?” “N-Neil! Fuck!” you gasped, unable to string more than two words together. 

It was absurd how quickly he’d brought you right to the point of no return. You could feel yourself, clearly about to let go any second, and you knew Neil could too. Your muscles were already spasming, clenching harshly around him, desperate for that last little push that you needed to tip over.

Neil grabbed your wrist with his other hand, only to drag it down to your clit. As he positioned your fingers, you heard him let out a small whine of his own.

“Fuck, baby - come for me, please,” he begged.

The added sensation of your fingers was more than enough to make you obey, and you screamed as Neil thrust his hips into you, pressing down harder with his hand. The feeling that washed over you was far too profane to be called good, but you found yourself unable to care about just how impure your thoughts were. You wanted Neil’s cum more than anything else in the world.

“That was so awesome,” Neil moaned.

His hands landed next to your head with a thud, as he fell forward heavily. The force sent a couple more VHS tapes tumbling off the shelf, raining down over the two of you. Neil didn’t seem to notice as he pumped into you again. 

“I wish you’d told me about this sooner,” he laughed. “You’re squeezing me like crazy; I can’t believe how turned on you get at the thought of me fucking a baby into you.”

You could barely respond, still coming down from a high that had left you shaking. Neil brought a hand to your face, cradling you as he continued to thrust, steadily picking up pace.

“I’m right here, babe,” he assured, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. Can you beg?”

His request sent a jolt straight through you. The sound of his voice, slightly strained and right on the verge of cracking, almost made it seem like he should have been the one to beg you. But, then again, he hadn’t needed even a full five minutes to get you to come so hard that you still couldn't see straight.

“Neil, please,” you whined, letting go of all sense of decency.

“What d’you want me to do, baby?” he groaned.

You suddenly found yourself with both hands pinned over your head; Neil’s fingers digging into your wrists as he held them tight. He leaned all his weight into it, using his other hand to grab frantically at your hip as he picked up his pace even more. It hurt, having both arms pressed so hard into the floor, but you honestly couldn’t have cared less if it meant Neil was close.

“Fuck, Neil - want you to fill me and fuck me again and again. Want your cum so badly. Want you to-”

“Fuck!” Neil yelled.

You felt him rush to bury himself, deeper inside of you than he had ever been. His expression as he came was so twisted in agonized pleasure that it nearly knocked the wind out of you. The sensation was somehow different than you had imagined it; a wet warmth that seemed to spread through you and seep into your bones, still sore from being pushed down into the hard floor.

As he came down from his own high, Neil thrusted weakly a few more times. You felt his cum start to slip out of you, dripping down the curve of your thigh before pooling onto the carpet.

That would be awkward to explain. You hoped that it wouldn’t stain too badly.

“Holy shit, we should do that more often,” Neil breathed. He brought his hand back to your face, dragging his knuckles over your jaw as he let go of your wrists. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m… yeah,” you said dreamily, still unable to think quite straight. “Wow, Neil.”

“Yeah, I could tell you enjoyed that,” he laughed, moving inside you and shoving his cum a just little bit deeper. 

He had started to get soft, but you felt him twitch slightly at the new sensation. Your mind flashed back to earlier, when he had talked about filling you over and over again until there was no way you couldn’t get pregnant.

Neil kissed you sweetly on the lips, then pulled back to look at you. A serious expression bloomed over his face.

“Babe, do you have any other fantasies? You have to tell me if you do.” He kissed you on the nose, quickly, before continuing. “Can’t believe I almost missed out on the chance to breed your tight little cunt.”

Neil, clearly, hadn’t quite left this particular fantasy behind.

“I didn’t mean to not tell you. I just… I worried you’d think it was weird.”

“Baby, anything that drives you this wild would never be weird to me,” Neil promised. “Especially if it means I get to do this. You really do look so pretty stuffed full of cum.”

You felt your cheeks start to heat up again, and Neil pressed his lips to yours, softer this time. His tongue slipped briefly past yours, before he pulled away to look down at you. You were the first to speak.

“I really do think you’d make a good dad. Just for the record,” you said.

Neil brushed the tip of his nose over yours.

“You tryin’ to sweet talk me into doing all that again?” he teased. “Because I think we might wreck the whole store. Somebody’s gotta clean up these tapes.”

He gestured widely toward the shelf next to you, knocking over a few more cassettes in the process. 

You laughed, wrapping your arms tight around Neil’s neck as you pulled him in close for one more kiss.

[hughiecampbelle]

Gen V Preference: First Date

A/N: I know I'm awfully late lol but I'm re-watching Gen V and I am in love with Jordan and Luke lol and I just thought this would be cute :) Once requests open again, Gen V characters will be added to the list! Feedback is always appreciated! 💜💜💜

Luke takes you to the movies. He's a classic guy, it's a classic date. At first you thought it was a joke. You being asked out by Golden Boy? You laugh, unsure of what else to do. You tell him that's funny, cruel but funny, and you try to walk away. When he gives you this speech about him being serious, his tone genuine, you say yes, still unsure. He picks you up on a Friday night, grabbing tickets to a midnight showing. You two end up talking through the whole movie, whispering funny commentary, making the other laugh. You learn he likes chocolate with his popcorn and makes fun of him because of it. Big, famous, soon to be part of The Seven Golden Boy can't eat popcorn without a pack of M&Ms. It's so silly and yet so fitting. It isn't until halfway through do you realize you're actually on a date with Luke and that you're enjoying yourself.

Jordan isn't the best at expressing their feelings, but they do get jealous over you incredibly easily. They intercept another classmate inviting you to study with them, turning them down for you. When you ask why they did that, it just sort of comes out before they can stop: They want to go on a date with you. You weren't expecting that. You and Jordan had been academic rivals from the beginning. You thought they couldn't stand you. You ask if this is a trick or joke and, reluctantly, they admit that it isn't. You and Jordan end up going to the club their friends go to. You have a surprisingly nice time despite getting too competitive and taking too many shots. You play a game of who can get the most phone numbers. Jordan wins, but you accuse them of cheating. You're working with one gender, they have two. It's the best date you've ever been on. Not only is someone challenging you, but they're just as good as you are. It feels like a fair competition. Even if they are a cheater.

Andre wants to show you off and show off in general at a club. He knows this kind of thing isn't advised on campus, going against the rules clearly stated, but you're worth it. Andre is pretty speechless when you show up. You wanted to impress him, so you went all out. You dance and drink and show off your super abilities. It's fun. You forget that you're nervous, you forget all about your insecurities. He gives you this look like you're the only person in the room, in the world. Andre's been working up the courage to ask you out for ages. You've known one another since freshman year, but he was always too scared. It was Luke and Jordan who pushed him to ask you. Now you go to that club frequently, reminiscing about that first date, grateful he had taken that chance and you had said yes.

Cate asks you on a study date. You have a few classes together and she's still trying to figure out if you like her or not. She wants to play it safe, so she hints that she might need some help with a few subjects. Of course she doesn't, she's a straight A student, but you don't need to know that. She sets up a little study date at the library on a Friday night. She doesn't want to come off as clingy or needy, especially if you're not interested. You two get off topic pretty quickly. From family to friends, careers after GodU, petty drama, movies, shows. You end up spending hours together, laughing and talking, your homework is the last thing you're thinking about. She's still not 100% sure how you feel, but she's got a better sense that at least you could be friends. When you do actually get together, she admits that that night was a sort-of date. You had no idea, though looking back, you're of course glad it happened. It was the start of your relationship.

Marie has never been on a date before. This is a bigger deal for her than it is for you. Sensing her nervousness, you offer the idea of going to a party together. It's low-key, you can talk and drink and dance and, when you want to, you can leave. Emma helps her pick out an outfit and when you see her, she looks great. You walk together to the frat house, making small talk, the two of you equally nervous for different reasons. You're the first person she's ever liked. She wants to leave a good impression. She doesn't want you to be scared or creeped out by her Supe abilities. Whenever the conversation goes towards the subject she finds a way to change it. She wants to know about you. You're not sure what will happen after this. You really like her, but you know there's a lot she's not saying. Whatever she's hiding, you assure it can't be that bad. It definitely eases some of her worries, but she also knows it could be as bad as she fears. Maybe even worse.

Emma and you end up getting high in her dorm and watching movies. You and Emma met at the freshman orientation and clicked instantly. Maybe it was too fast to have feelings for you, but she didn't care. She presented it as a casual hangout. She had a mini fridge full of booze and a bong, you were more than happy to join her. You two laughed so hard you cried at the dumbest movies you could have picked out. Because she's high she's a lot less nervous around you, though she's worried she'll slip up and admit her feelings without even realizing. After you two become a couple she admits that that was an attempt at a date. You laugh, saying you would have liked to know it was a date, but it was perfect nonetheless.

Sam doesn't exactly know what is and is not a good date. He mostly knows what to expect from movies. You offer the idea of going to an arcade, some place familiar and low-key. He loves it. Despite his strength, Sam absolutely sucks at skee ball and you end up kicking his ass. He's better at pinball and driving games, but only because he has no idea what he's doing and wins because of dumb luck. He nearly breaks the buttons on the fighting games when he gets too excited. At the end of the date, he uses all his tickets to get you a little duck plushie. He's embarrassed, but you love it. You still have it. It's a reminder of that first date, how nervous and awkward you were, and how far you've come as a couple since then.

[audinosaur]

Please tell me more about the kyoutani and Yachi stepsiblings headcanon? I'm obsessed with thia concept

OF COURSE!! so glad u asked, this headcanon fills me with joy <3

‣ ok so in my mind madoka (yachi's mom) began dating kyoutani's dad while yachi was in middle school and kyoutani was starting high school

‣ and they technically don't get married until their kids have graduated high school, but kyouyachi still refer to each other as step siblings before it's official regardless

‣ yachi was TERRIFIED of kyoutani when she first met him omg. he had his default glare on his face and his hands were stuffed in his pockets and poor little hitoka was just internally panicking the whole time

‣ little did she know that kyoutani was equally as terrified (albeit for a very different reason, he was worried about making a bad impression, scaring off both hitoka & madoka and leaving his dad heartbroken)

‣ however! this nervousness faded when yachi saw kyoutani's phone background (a cute picture of his cute dog) and she, of course, had to show off her own (a silly picture of her silly rabbit) (bc if anyone were to have a pet rabbit it would be yachi)

‣ once they started talking about their pets the conversation flowed easily!

‣ yachi got kyoutani hooked on all her favorite girly kids shows, so now whenever anyone brings up sailor moon or winx club he perks up bc he knows the lore

‣ in return, he imparts all his eyeliner wisdom onto her

‣ i've mentioned this before but they edit some of their baby photos to make it look like they grew up together. then they'd give the photos to their parents as an anniversary present goof

‣ they rant to each other about crushes all the time!!! they related to one another on being enamored with someone unattainable that they greatly respected (kiyoko and iwaizumi)

‣ yachi has also heard all about how much yahaba pisses kyoutani off and has made countless jokes about how "you talk about him so much you might as well be in love with him lol"

‣ cue kyoutani turning into a blushing wreck of denial and yachi clutching her pearls like a scandalized aristocrat (she teased him relentlessly for months to come)

‣ kyoutani got her back when he properly introduced her to kanoka and realized yachi already had a massive crush on her

‣ additionally, kyoutani has proofread thousands of texts from hitoka to amanai (bc she needs to be double, triple, quadruple sure that it is "the best message to send" and makes her sound "cool" and not like "a desperate loser who wants to kiss amanai on the mouth")

‣ the kyoutani's are more quiet and relaxed compared to the anxious yachi's. kentarou & his dad really mellow out hitoka & her mom

‣ they go thrifting together all. the. TIME! literally one of their favorite pastimes is to try on ridiculous clothes and make up stories about who the previous owner was

‣ when kyoutani got his drivers license he automatically became yachi's chauffeur. his car also became "their" car as she began to leave some of her things in there and add her own hitoka flair (ie. a crochet bumblebee hanging from the front mirror)

‣ speaking of crochet!! yachi is such a crafty girl and she 100% crochets a bunch of things for kyoutani. namely she crochets little accessories and clothing items for his dog :)

that's all for now! these 2 are both such wonderful and interesting characters individually, so imagining their dynamic together is even more wonderful and interesting!!

[brujitaadinbo]

I'm back again with my crazy posts about DINBO parallelism and other iconic couples from cinema or any material. I have had a lot of things to do but I have taken the time to watch Batman content, because I love it, it is one of many favorite characters I have. Watching one of the cartoons of this character I saw a beautiful reference to Catwoman---Batman, in that connection that they have always had.

They are both wounded people, trying to move forward, healing on their own and then healing together, but the process is long and good, there is still a lot of development left (plus they are going to want to exploit Batman every time they can with more movies or series, ect)

Selina and Bruce are a magnetic couple and they complement each other, they don't need to be cheesy or be together all the time, because in their intimate moments, they show each other everything. The hero in the making and the antihero who seeks redemption.

Very much in the style of Din djarin and Bo katan; These two are more possessive of their responsibilities and more closed BUT they recognize well when they feel attracted, when they feel good working together and taking care of each other, sharing moments, living in the moment without labels.

It's something I love; in many comics and series such as Batman Rush Selina and Bruce understand each other very well, so much so that Catwoman and Batman also coincide and suddenly even their hidden personalities come to light. So they work as a team, their romantic dates destroy criminals and save the city, kicking ass.

It reminds me a lot of Din and Bo in their adventures with Grogu, solving problems together, traveling, having adventures, destroying imperials.

I love that Batman in his own way is protective of Catwoman but I feel like he can improve that, he is a very dense character and still has things to fix, just like Selina.

Something like Din; He doesn't talk much but he shows with actions that there are people he cares about and will protect them at all costs, just like Bo.

Din and Batman have as much in common, as do Bo and Selina.

And hey, I don't deny that they have a long way to go to become a healthier couple, but hey, with so much that they've been through, who would be completely fine?

Who is not sick in some way in their emotions???

For the same reason, I relate them to DINBO because both couples fight to be better, more balanced, even if they separate for a while or are together at another time.

I love that both Din and Bruce, although they don't talk much or don't express themselves well at all, when they do, they are very tender and know how to melt the heart of the person they are talking to with their words. .

Just like when they talk to Selina or Bo and they almost always leave them speechless, they don't know how to react. As much as to flatter them or to apologize to them and even an I love you like Batman says in the comics to Selina or a "I'll serve you" to Bo Katan.

And now to close this post; I love how Batman and Catwoman have that very particular and acid humor, their own silly jokes and she accepts them. Like when she gets pregnant, they don't know it yet and he offers her a "Bati bucket" for nausea or when they are already checking Selina and she tells him "it's cancer" he with a soft smile tells her "it's not." and she takes it with her typical humor LOL

It reminds me a lot of Din and Bo's humor, their own jokes "the element of surprise" and those knowing laughs. Or that Bo is ironic about the pog soup thing.

That Din tells her "that's what happens for stealing imperial ships" and she responds that way. Very consistent with their personalities.

I love it and I will continue sending DINBO, getting information and parallels as long as I can. And batman and catwoman are my roman empire.

this is the way.

[ilguna]

☼ the other woman pt2 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; a lot has changed these past six months, including the way you feel about Finnick.

warnings; swearing, it's cringy at the end lol

wc; 1.1k

notes; annie slander.

extra notes; kinda songfic, Should've Said No by Taylor Swift.

part one.

–

The filming process for the movie went on to last six months, and during that period of time, you were tortured for almost every second of it. In the beginning, it was difficult. Once the media heard about the break up and the cause behind it, that’s all they wanted to talk about for the longest time.

It was big news when you two started dating in the first place, because Finnick loved you, someone who didn’t fully understand the world he was living in. And now, it was making news again. After he said he liked being with you because you were on the outside, he had done a full one-eighty and claimed that it was easier for him to be with someone who was also famous.

With his relationship with Annie being out in the open, they could finally post pictures and be seen together. They no longer had to hide their identities, something they could’ve been doing for months until you finally caught on. You thought they would ease into it, but they didn’t care. 

They were all you were seeing for weeks.

You tried to hide, to go back to the life you were living before you’d started dating him. Except, the tabloids wouldn’t let you go. They wanted to hear your side of the story, what it was like during your time together. They wanted the messy details, the worse the better, so they could use you as a reason to smear his name and get more attention for it.

You couldn’t do it, you didn’t have the heart in you to. You could say a hundred nasty things about him, but half of them wouldn’t be true. In honesty, Finnick was one of the best boyfriends you’ve ever had. Up until it was revealed that he’d been cheating on you, of course.

You would’ve been in the right, you just didn’t want to start a fight. You let him go, and you were set on moving on from him.

Well, you tried to at least. Finnick had made a great impact on your life, whether you liked it or not. You made a lot of friends in his industry, most of them still talking to you. One of them is actually his best friend, Johanna Mason, a rock singer.

Johanna wasn’t your favorite friend of his by any means at the start, but as soon as you started talking to her more and got a hang of her personality, you hit it off. You opened up and began to talk to her the same way she joked with you. The two of you became attached at the hip overnight.

That’s why, when you wrote a song, the first person you went to was her. You felt silly, mostly because you’ve never written a song in your left. And you didn’t know what to do beyond that point. So, you pitched it to her, sang it to her, gave her the ideas of what you wanted in the background.

You told her that if she wanted it, she could have it. She then turned it back around on you, telling you that it wasn’t her genre, but she could definitely see you singing it. You tried to tell her that there was no way you were going to become anything more than a ghost writer, but she made you give it a try anyway. 

She wouldn’t let you invest a penny into the project. She funded the entire production, she helped you tweak the lyrics, she was there when you recorded the song. The only thing she couldn’t do is help you get a record company to pick it up. So, you uploaded it independently, thinking nothing would come of it.

However, with her promoting it on every social media site that she could, the streams started rolling in. The half of Finnick’s fan base that liked you, were the ones that streamed it the most. You were practically an overnight sensation.

It would only be a few weeks later, at the end of the six-month mark, when the announcement was made. To no one’s surprise, Annie Cresta—the actress known for serial dating her co stars—dumped your ex-boyfriend, Finnick Odair. It was less than twelve hours later, when all the pictures of the two of them were deleted off of her social media.

It was the best day of your life.

Or that was until Finnick texted you a couple days ago, and it’s pretty obvious what he wants. He asked you to stay the night you confronted him, and he didn’t stop texting you until Johanna told him to leave you alone, two weeks later. He was making you upset.

It was weird, having his name pop up on your phone again. You couldn’t breathe for a second, but as soon as you read the message, the feeling was gone. Of course he’d come back to you once it was over. You told him this is what would happen, and now that he’s alone, he can’t live with it.

Well, you’re tired of being nice.

You sit down in front of the camera, adjusting the guitar in your lap, plucking at the strings. You tune the guitar, looking up at your phone every now and then. The first song you wrote was about your feelings immediately after the break up. And now that phase of heartbreak is gone, you’re got more ideas.

“Hey, guys.” You murmur, “I know it’s been a minute. I promised that I’d try to keep up, but I’m still new to this.” You strum the guitar, “I have been working on some new ideas, but this is an old one that I recently picked up again.”

You begin to strum faster, “I’m going to sing you a part of it, and I promise, the rest of it is being worked on.” You stop for a second, long enough for them to hear you clearly. “This one is Should’ve Said No.

“It’s strange to think the songs we used to sing. The smiles, the flowers, everything is gone.” You sing. “Yesterday I found out about you. Even now just looking at you, feels wrong.”

You take a breath. “You say that you’d take it all back, given one chance. It was a moment of weakness and you said yes.” You shake your head. “You should’ve said no, you should’ve gone home. You should’ve thought twice ‘fore you let it all go.

“You should’ve known that word, ‘bout what you did with her’d get back to me.” You tilt your head to the side, glancing at the camera. “And I should’ve been there, in the back of your mind. I shouldn’t be asking myself why.”

You grin a little. “You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet.” You can’t help the laugh that leaves you. “You should’ve said no, baby and you might still have me.”

[rinstrumental]

under the mistletoe grapevine

diluc / 1,035 words

a/n i started writing this at work last year and remembered about it like an hour ago lol

# friends to lovers, mutual pining (all that Good Shit), assumption that diluc has/had extended family and a mother, gender neutral reader, love confessions, not proofread

The Ragnvindrs had a special Christmas tradition. Instead of the usual mistletoe branch overhead, a grape vine would hang in its place - to honour the family’s legacy, nothing more.

However, this custom was also observed at the Ragnvindrs’ open house holiday parties, which of course were always packed to the brim. there was an age old rumour that any lovers who kissed under the vine would be blessed with a content and long relationship. Loosely following that belief, many people ascertained that confessing to your beloved under the grapevine would make them reciprocate their feelings. Numerous couples were formed every christmas thanks to that, though only a handful proved the myth to be true.

Diluc did not believe in or care for this tradition, despite it being the way his own parents began dating. Sure, his parents were happy together until his mother passed, followed by her husband, but they were one out of a hundred. Year after year, Diluc watched countless teenagers cry dejectedly under the vine and relationships quickly fall apart by the new year. He wasn’t the only witness to the drama - everyone knew about it. So why did people still believe in it?

People yearned love, and this was just another silly gimmick believed in by those desperate enough to put such delusions in their head to obtain it. Whatever. He had more pressing matters to worry about.

His bright red eyes flickered up and caught yours, surprised to find them staring at him. It was Christmas Eve, the night before the festivities were due to begin, and you were helping Diluc with the last-minute preparations like you did every year.

Your gaze shifted towards the list in your hands, slightly embarrassed that he’d seen you looking.

“That’s the tree done… just one more thing to do. Drum roll please…” you rapped your fist against the table. “The grapevine! Your favourite!”

Diluc snorted. “That’s my least favourite.”

“I know. That’s the joke.”

He yawned. “Well. it’s your favourite. I think i’ll give you the pleasure of putting it up, and i’ll go to sleep. I’ve got a ton of small talk to do tomorrow.”

“Come on, humour me.” You turned in your stool to look at the man beside you. Without a word or a second glance, he slipped off his seat and began walking away.

“Wait!” you yelped, grabbing his arm quickly. “Please?”

Diluc felt his body get warm at your grip on his arm and the look on your face. He knew you knew that you could always get the better of him with those eyes.

You cleared your throat when he didn’t respond, deciding not to tease Diluc for the painfully obvious blush on his face. “Besides, I need you to hold the stepstool for me. don’t want me breaking my leg on Christmas Eve, don’t you?”

“Fine,” he muttered finally. You let his arm drop with a triumphant smile and marched off to the living room.

The ceiling there was not as high as the one in the main hall, just the perfect height for hanging decorations from it. Diluc unfolded the stepstool it in the furthest corner of the room and held it steady by the legs.

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/N.”

You began your ascent, grapevine tucked precariously under your arm. Once you had clambered to the top, you stood up slowly, careful to not lose your footing on the small surface.

Diluc watched you tensely. He trusted that you were being cautious, but he couldn’t help but worry. “Careful,” he called out.

You didn’t respond, focused on securing the vine to the ceiling. after a minute of silence, you finally exhaled, arms dropping back to your sides. “That’s my workout the rest of year.”

“Alright, get down from there now,” Diluc sighed.

It all happened so quickly. You missed the step on the way down, and you all of a sudden your balance was lost and you were toppling backwards. A shout of terror ripped from your throat, anticipating the crash.

You felt yourself land on a… body? You looked around frantically to find yourself in Diluc’s arms, his left hand cradling your back and his right hooked under your legs.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped. His face looked just as shocked as you were, concern etched into his features. You could feel his heartbeat against you - fast and worried. “You’re lucky I managed to catch you. Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine.” you gasped, still trying to calm down from the scare. You couldn’t seem to get your pulse to slow, and how long has it been since you’ve been in Diluc’s arms? A minute? Ten?

His gaze kept flickering around your face, searching for any indication that you were hurt. Even in a moment like this, he couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you looked… and how close you were.

It was a collision, the way your lips crashed against each other. The kiss was initially intense, passionate, years of pining finally bursting past the brim. Then it eased off slightly, gentler as Diluc let your feet reach the ground and his hands slid down to meet at the small of your back, pulling you closer. He tasted like gingerbread.

The way he chased your lips, the way his arms wrapped around you, it was all you ever could’ve imagined and more. Finally processing what was going on, you pulled away from the kiss.

“I love you.” You said it quickly, before you lost your edge.

“I… love you too,” Diluc whispered, surprising himself. He didn’t think he would ever say that out loud to you. Hell, he didn’t even dare admit it to himself. “I have for a long time. I don’t think I can ever stop.”

The two of you stood, basking in the feeling that is having someone reciprocate your love. The room seemed a little more colourful.

“Do you realise what you just did?” You were the first to break the silence.

Diluc groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I kissed someone under the grapevine.”

You laughed breathily. “Back to your grumpy self already? Should I kiss you again, Luc?”

He cracked a smile, despite himself. “I’m not against that.”

[dozyrogue]

TUBBO LITERALLY TOLD SUNNY TO CALM DOWN ON THAT, AND THE FANDOM MADE IT "canon" THAT FRED WAS A STEPPARENT. TUBBO LITERALLY PUT A HARD STOP ON THAT. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

exactly. sunny calling fred a step-parent was about the same as calling bad her accountant. it was just make-believe. she's allowed that fantasy because they're just a little girl who wants a bigger family but that doesn't make it real and if anything it made tubbo more cautious about the whole thing.

#....i would like to apologize im not yelling at u im yelling at all of twitter actually

this but also shading the inconsistent standards of the wiki. i know they're fan volunteers but everything on there gets treated like canon even when it's clear the author has included a bunch of personal biases. we need more media literacy in this fandom.

Like at the time sunny was suffering badly she felt like her brothers and sister where leaving her behind. She felt like they didnt care about her. She heard ramon excitedly talk about how happy pac makes him and how now his family is bigger because of him. And she wanted that!! She wanted a bigger family, yeah she lovers her pa but she jsut wanted a bigger family

So yeah its totally understandable why she said that shes literally a baby. And tubbo would always put sunny first if it was up to him i think he wouldve kept sunny and fred far away from eachother if they ended up dating simply because he didnt want to lose her. But yeah its another reason why he was being super cautious

The fandom ABSOLUTELY needs more media literacy. Like i remember when the wiki for fred changed to "sunnys stepfather" and blacked out lol. Ended up on the moon no clue why.

I think it also has little to do with the fact people will make tubbo the butt of the joke, in my opinion at least. Like no one would be mad if we get some things wrong cuz hea just a silly lil guy.

Like its hard to get a unbiased fan to help with things like that but a dude can dream.

[duchesskatriel]

I came up with this AU a couple of months ago, and since a moot encouraged me to share with the class I might as well (plus I also wanna draw this AU lol)

I'll call this au Be Born as a placeholder rn lol

SO this au starts right after HMS managed to find a way to end the loop, and they harmonise permanently. Whole basically gains the courage to confess to his crush (still don't have a name for her) and she also confesses her mutual feelings, Blah Blah Blah, they date, yada yada yada, they get married and have a pair of twins.

I also have to say that Whole, whom I will call CJ from this point forward (Does NOT mean Chonny Jash, its a diff name, same acronym) is aware and remembers HMS quite a bit. Most of his memories/knowledge of them has faded since the harmonising was over 6 years ago, but he still remembers a few key details like their roles, some of their names and a blurry image of what they look like.

Soo like the VERY FUNCTIONAL human being CJ is, decides to name his twin sons after two of the voices in his head. Wow, clap for the man everyone whoooo-. The names he uses are Artemis and Apollo. A year later, they have another child whom he names, say it with me! ATLAS WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED AHH. Atlas was born on the same day as Artemis and Apollo so you'd argue their triplets lol.

OHHH this is a normal au there couldn't possibl- SIKE THIS SHET HAS ✨️MAGIC✨️ BECAUSE PLAIN HIGH SCHOOL AUS ARE OVERRATED /J /SILLY /LH

And this is where I ruin the au🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

OK SO during the time the twins still weren't born, Heart began to wonder what it must be like to live life as your own person, to have a childhood, go school- etc etc (HMS split up into existence when CJ was 18 not too long before he dropped out of college) he starts rambling to Mind and Soul about this, Mind tries to shrug it off as a plain "What if" sanario or daydream but also ends up thinking the same.

This is also fueled by the fact that they spent majority of their existence fighting each other never living an even remotely normal day in their life.

Soul wants both of them to be happy, plus he also starts to get infected with this desire and curiosity. SO he somehow finds out he can cut off a prong of the trident and make it a dagger which he can link Heart or Mind to making them particularly function as a soul.

Soul also wants to be with his halves so he asks for Heart's blindfold and Mind's crown to create a puppet that can serve thr roles of all three of them. Which he names Harmonia (AYO OMORIHMS AU FORSHADOWING?!?!?!)

Harmonia is basically a perfect copy of CJ lol. Soul leaves Harmonia alone to look after CJ with his trident(now pretty much a spear) a crown of a ruler who has stepped down from his throne and a blindfold used to protect its previous wearer from the blinding lights of the Sun.

You can kinda just ignore that part if you want (still on the fence with it but I'll most likely go with it) cus it doesn't really effect the story if you were to erase it. All that happens mostly is Deju Vu

I don't really need to explain which HMS is which kid hah.

I'm now gonna explain the three kids.

First is Artemis, who is TECHNICALLY the older twin (he came out first). Artemis is based on the right brain being not only the emotional side but also the creative and artistic side. So yes... he is an artist. Quite extroverted, still likes his peace and quiet, yeahhhh

Second is Apollo, the "younger" twin (funny because he's the tallest out of the three). Ehh, you know the drill, straight A's student... hot nerd even (JOKE. DONT KILL ME. NO. NUH UH. I WAS JOKING EH) the classic "grades over mental health because" guy. Monotone and deep voice but is surprisingly approachable (unless he put you on his "No likey" list based on first impressions lol).

Last but not least, Atlas, the poor younger sibling who keeps getting caught in the crossfire between his two older siblings. He's more on the athletic side, being hockey team (suggested by randa). The most energetic of the three, as a kid, he often asked his brothers to play with him, which is why the trio grew up to be really close.

Uhhhh some trivia/fun facts to maybe explain their characters a bit more:

• Apollo and Artemis "fight" from time to time but its mostly "YOU FATASS, YOU ATE ALL MY KITKATS" then dramatic pause then "Dad made waffles."

• Apollo's favourite book is No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai.

• Artemis is the shortest of the three and gets flamed by Apollo about it

• CJ doesn't have a favourite child

• Apollo is the one that sits on the front passenger seat of the car, and will die fighting for it.

• Apollo is a cat person while Artemis is a dog person.

• Sexualities

Apollo: Bi

Artemis: Gay

Atlas: AroAce

• Ages:

Apollo and Artemis: 16

Atlas: 15

• Aollo's fashion taste is dark academia

• Atlas and Apollo did karate for 8 years

• Despite this, Artemis poses the most threat to the average bypasser

• CJ's wife works abroad on a cruise. She only sees her family atleast once a year

• Atlas used to have a childhood dog named....wait for it..... DARREL

• Atlas has more then one occasion, forced Apollo to dance Rasputin on just dance.

•Apollo's sleep schedule is so bad he's immune system is absolute trash

• Artemis once forgot to lock his room during a family gathering and came back to one of his younger cousins scribbling on one of his paintings.

• Artemis dislikes the idea of having kids for that reason

• Artemis was struggling on a question so hard his tutor had to ask Apollo for help because neither could they figure it out.

Yeah that's all for now, CYA

[cinmngirlnfr]

Reese Wilkerson NSFW Alphabet

TW: Kind of explicit

Shout out to @agaypanic because i love her and this was very inspired by her. (If you want Reese Wilkerson Content, she has a lot of it)

A = Aftercare

I feel like he is super clingy, Idk. He kinda gives little spoon vibes. I feel like the first few times he tried to seem super cool and unbothered, like "Yeah, we had sex, so what?" but then, when he gained confidence, he became the most touch starved creature on earth.

B = Body Part

I mean, he is a teen after all, i don't think he has an specific part of your body that turns him off, But I think he always is going to be a boob guy (bc, everybody loves boobs). If you don't have boobs (For all the not Fem readers out there) Butt is defenetly second on the list. But he will take anything, boobs, legs, butt, waist, shoulders, he loves it all.

His favorite part of his body would be his arms of torso, because of the muscles (he is such a babe). Bunus, I don't know if hair counts as a body part, but he defenetly loves his hair.

C = Cum

Well, use protection kids. Reese is kinda dumb, but even he knows he has to use condoms... duh! But i think that when it comes to oral sex, or when he is a 100% porcent sure you are not ovulating (Or if you don't ovulate at all), he will be down for creampies... (lol, I don't really like the word creampie but is better than any other way to call it, idk, semen fest?)

D = Dirty Secret

I feel like if you guys have been dating for a while he will tell you everything, i don't think he would be very secretive about this things with a long term partner. But if you guys are friends or just started dating, i think his fantasies would be a little secret he keeps to himself... Very dirty fantasies, in all kind of positions, places, and embarrasing ways... Sometimes they are so kinky that he himself is like "Tf, i'm thinking about". I also think he watches a lot of porn (well, i don't think so, is kinda canon) So sometimes he will be watching it and thinking "Huh, that seems pretty doable".

E = Expirience

A part of me thinks he has a lot of expirience, and the other thinks he is a total virgin. There is no middle ground. No, but let's be real, I feel like canon Reese probably had sex a few times, but not too much.

F = Favorite Position

Cowgirl, because is the best position to grab boobs or ass... also because he doesn't need to try really hard... I also feel like he would also like doggy style, because every person looks hot on doggy style.

G = Goofy

I feel like at first he took it very seriously, but we know Reese, he is a silly goose, So I defenetlly think he would make a joke or two during sex, specially "Your mom" jokes. Example: "You sound just like your mom last nigth" and then you have four posible responses

"That is not funny Reese" and stop the sex.

"That is not funny Reese" and Keep going.

"Shut up Reese" laugh, and keep going.

Fully ignore it because you know him all to well.

H = Hair

He takes care of himself, so he shaves, maybe every three weeks? Yeah, I think that is how far he would go when it comes to pubic hair.

I = Intimacy

Depends on the contex, for example, I think the first time was very romantic. When is make up sex it really depends on how long you guys were mad at each other, if it's a couple hours or 1-3 days, it would also be romantic, and he would probably say stuff like "I love you" or "You are so beautifull" during it. If its more than three days, it would be rough, and agressive, and it would last a lot of rounds, because imagine a horny teenager being denied of sex for that long, he goes feral. If its just any normal day, it would be pretty standart, Good, but a little lazy, maybe one or two rounds, This is the type of context he would make some jokes. If it's jeaousy sex... Yeah well, hope you don't really enjoy walking.

J = Jack Off

A lot of guys say that they don't really masturbate a lot when they get in a relashionship, because there is no need to. But I feel like Reese would still do it a lot, because, let's be honest, he is a creepy, disgustingly hot, and horny mf.

K = Kink

Moans: He loves to hear you moan because it means you are enjoying it, and it makes Reese feel good about himself.

Hair Pulling: This goes more for oral sex, but he likes to pull your hair when you are giving him a blow job, or you pulling his hair when he goes down on you.

Dom: I feel like he wouldn't be too weird about it, he won't ask you to call him Daddy or any of that crap. But he would defenetly like to be more in control, especially if you are like smarter than him, because it would be like "Who is the one who can't form thougths now?" type of situation. I also feel it's because, he feels like he is dumbest among his brothers and he is ussually not the one people trust to make desitions or have control, so being in control in bed feels very good.

Overstimulation: I feel like this is more like an accidental kink, but it has to do with the las thing I wrote. He likes to fuck you until you don't even remember your name. Also, because is he hasn't finished yet, and you have, he is not going to stop untill he finishes, and this goes both ways, because if its the other way around, he came and you didn't, he is not going to stop until you are satisfayed.

L = Location

Anywhere posible, I don't really think there is much to explain. Wherever, Whenever, Whatever.

M = Motivation

Bro is horny as fuck. Do you really think you need to work to get him hard? Bro looks at you and gets hard, lol.

N = NO

Nothing violent, maybe a few spanks, the normal, but i don't think he would be into like bdsm or anything like that. Why? well, Reese is very violent towards other people. Sex is intimate by definition, I feel like people, in general, get very vulnerable when they have sex. Intimacy would be a place where Reese would show his true self, and I don't think his true self would be hurt a significant other. Plus, I think he would feel very guilty if he somehow hurt you in some way.

O = Oral

I think he prefers reciving it, because you look very pretty from that angle. But he will never refuse to go down on you, and he is very good at it.

P = Pace

I already said it, depends on the situation. Generally I think he would be fast with it, and when he tries to take his time, i feel like he is very impatient, so even when he tries to be slow and romantic, he would get desperate and just start fucking you fast and hard.

Q = Quickie

I can say by my own expirience as an 18 y/o, the sex life of teenagers, it's mostly quickies. I guess maybe The Reese of the last season, would probably lika more a proper fuck. But when you are a teen, you take anything you can get. In the School's janitors's closet, yes. In the car, yes. In the mall bathroom, yes. In the back of the movie theater, yes.

R = Risk

I think he dosen't really care about doing it in a semi-public place. When he is feeling it, he is feeling it. Sometimes he will trie to convince you to do it in an empety park, or he will propusly choose unpopular movies on the cinema, so the place would be almost empety.

S = Stamina

He either falls asleep rigth after you two are finished, or he will go for hours and hours, till you practically beg him to have a little break. "At least let me get a glass of water, Reese!" "Just one more round, baby, please".

T = Toys.

I don't think he owns any toys, it would almost be like competition to him,Aa piece of plastic pleasing you instead of him? No uh.

U = Unfair

He likes to tease you, but again, he is very impatient himself, so i don't think the teasing stage would last too much.

V = Volume

Tries to be quiet when there is people in the house, but when there is no one around, it's fair game, he won't hold himself. I think he moans a little but mostly groans or breathes very loudly.

W = Wild Card

He likes it when you grab his butt, he will never admit it though.

X = X-ray

About 6.4 inches = 16.5 cm. Is enough, is fair, it does the job, and it doesen't destroy you.

Y = Yearning

If you have seen the TV show, you know how much sex drive Hal has. Those genes + teenage hormones = You are lucky you can stand in your two feet.

Z = Zzz...

Bro sleeps like a baby after it, but he won't fall asleep if unless you are by his side.

[sunshineapparition]

hello! i have seen that mosbank with pete did an interview with Pedro Parada, so I decided to write it down

note: it wasn't really full of spoilers, more feel-good interview, you know

How will the relationship between Sun and Lin evolve (from the delicate relationship they're in now)?

- Bank explained that they’ve met through the app thanks to destiny (and destiny will play huge role later, you know, the mystical part, the dreams..)

- ep 3 and 4 are going to be more funny (as they now know who is who, etc.)

What would you do, if you'd discovered your loved one is suddenly your boss?

- Mos: shock, but if his lover is a wealthy boss, he's going to be happy(/successful)

- Bank: love is love, he would risk it for real love as well

- Pete: shock, but if there is genuine bond between him and boss, he will risk it

Do you think that the meeting through dating app could be the modern way of love at first sight?

- Bank thinks so

Can you talk about the first date between Sun and Lin?

- Bank: Sun didn't order enough food for Bank irl, like he would want more; but then explained that it could be so he is not feeling heavy for what's coming next (starving only to be edged lol)

- before dinner, Lin was little bit scared, especially of the red feather, but with the letter and how Sun behaved and explained himself, he warmed up to him, realizing Sun is respectful man and that's what Lin likes

About Pete's character having interesting relationship with Tenon's. How will that go?

- they had bad first impression; but still Yotha thinks that Sam is super handsome -> it's gonna turn into 'the more you hate, the more you gonna love' type of relationship

Yotha and Sam are Lin's and Sun's matchmakers, but why? (we know why Sam finds bfs for Sun - his mother would impose her own finds on Sun otherwise)

- Bank: the reason why they made the account is that Pim (and Yotha maybe too? idk) always had a boyfriend, but Lin never, and the friends do not want him to stay alone, everything was done with a good intention

How do you relate to your own character?

- Mos: Both are handsome and cool

-> 'P'Sun loves Nhu'Lin really much, and Mos also loves Isbanky really much.'

- Bank: Nulin and Isbanky are the same, like Lin has a lot of positive energy, likes to smile, is cute...

- Pete: Yotha and Pete are the same in like 90%, like he's funny, energetic, enthusiastic, but Yotha is explosive sometimes, unlike him irl, he's not aggressive

How was the shooting process of Sunset x Vibes for you?

- Mos: It's his 2nd lead role, and for him this is the perfect shooting schedule/process. He has lot of friends with him, he's surrounded by people he likes and it's fun

- Bank: He's really happy during the shooting, he has been shooting scenes he likes, scenes he thinks his fan will like as well. He would like to make this 100 episodes, not just 12 xdd 'If this gets positive feedback, there will be more episodes’ (i can’t tell if he’s joking or not lol)

- Pete: It's his first time shooting any series, so he's little scared and nervous, but he has friends supporting him and the shooting environment is great for him

If you could choose any character, besides yours, who would you be in the series?

- Mos: Juladis (JJ's character) - this character is very hard to portray, yes it is funny/silly, but hard to execute, and adds lots of color to the story.

- Bank: Yotha - really cute character, you can never really guess how he truly feels, so it's like bit mysterious (also challenging to execute)

- Pete: Juladis for the same reason as Mos; or Sun - he's cool, handsome, has good manners and muscled

Can we expect any new songs?

- also they will, really soon, release smth of Dargon (boyband - Mosbank, JJ, Fong, Pete, Tenon(?))

-> actually the music in the end credits of ep 1 and 2 are from their group!

How would you describe Sunset x Vibes in one word?

- Mos: hot

- Bank: destiny

- Pete: cat (=sometimes cute, sometimes sexy)