#idk what this is but the colors are too spot on to complain

[nico-di-genova]

Prompt?? Request?? Idk what this is but it’s been stuck in my head and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!!

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Frat boy au where lance is super straight passing and acts really frat bro-y. But it’s Outside POV from another person in the college who assumes he’s probably homophobic and doesn’t treat women well/ all that stereotypical frat boy stuff. They complain abt fratboys all the time to their friends too and it’s this whole known thing in their friend group. Then they see him get into this super fancy car with a hot older man (nando ofc) and is like what’s up with that. Person keeps trying to ironically figure out if lance is part of the mafia or some other mystery. Turns out he’s in a loving relationship with his sugar daddy nando (person sees them kissing at a gay bar one night, among other things 😏) and after that they’re like damn wtf and have a change in perception of lance and can’t shut up about it and tells everyone “did u know lance is gay?!!” Other shenanigans ensue.

Bonus if they become friends in the end and lance tells them all the different ways and places nando fucks him.

I need you to know that this has unlocked something that I have been talking with my irls about for literally a month now. I will write this whole thing for you, but right now please enjoy this snippet and some Lore ™.

Also this may be so uniquely specific that no one will enjoy it, but I need everyone to know this has been my secret passion project for weeks now.

Logan absolutely despises group projects. He especially despises them when he’s partnered with perhaps the worst possible group of people you could be partnered with on an assignment that is responsible for a quarter of their grade. Other than the girl sitting to his left, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, spreading out notes in multi-colored pen and highlighter, their table is the least inspiring of the lot. For one, there’s him, who had barely passed elementary calc. last year and was on his way to failing macroeconomics this semester. But it’s the two sitting across from him that instill a particular sort of dread.

“You going to Rusty’s tonight?” one of them asks, Esteban, tall and lanky and slumped so low in his chair that Logan can almost touch his feet even though he’s clear on the other side of the table.

The other one, Lance, broad and just as long as his friend, shrugs, “I don’t know, man. Getting kind of bored of it.”

Logan watches as Lance takes off his backwards cap long enough to ruffle at his hair before sliding the hat back down onto his head. There’s Greek lettering embroidered along back for some fraternity Logan doesn’t know the letters of, but is sure they’re assholes, nonetheless. He’s seen the way Lance strolls into class enough times, backpack slung over one shoulder, if he even bothers to bring it, his phone in the other. He wears his AirPods during class, which easily outs him as the elitist snob he is – the type of student who’s here partying on daddy’s dime, who wouldn’t know what the term ‘work study’ meant if it ran him over with the  bike Logan knows Lance keeps in the University Village parking lot. Logan couldn’t afford off-campus housing, but he knows Lance can, the bike is always parked in a resident spot.

The girl beside him shifts her notes closer, he turns his attention to her, so he doesn’t have to hear Lance recount his exploits at the local bar that is known for serving underage undergrads.

“You took all of these?” He asks the girl, mildly impressed. Her handwriting is neat, so neat it almost looks unnatural. She’s color coded them, bolded certain words and underlined others. Logan is suddenly ashamed of the chicken scratch in his notebook that’s tucked beneath his arm.

For those that don’t know, Florida Gulf Coast University is a school in Fort Myers (in south Florida, on the opposite coast of Miami). Their big draw is being “close” to the beach, realistically it’s like a 30 minute drive.

They typically attract local kids on scholarship, or rich northerners who are just looking for an easy education. But they do offer a unique golf management degree, and their claim to fame is that they’re sometimes decent in the basketball department (like 1 time in 2015 but they just will not let it go). They also somewhat have a reputation as a party school (tho I think Miami definitely more than them).

Being built predominantly around preserved land, FGCU also has a big “eco-friendly” outlook. So lots of walking paths, a course called colloquium that all students have to take, and the one everyone dreads because you have to walk through the swamp for part of it. Lucky for Lance, he would have attended during the COVID years, and thus could avoid the swamp walk because all courses were virtual.

He’d probably be a member of Alpha Epsilon Pi, the Jewish fraternity on campus. They’re lowkey, but also kind of throw the best parties, off-campus of course because FGCU doesn’t have official fraternity or sorority housing. In this world Lance has definitely drank jungle juice from a trash can with a nozzle cut into the base. He is aware of the existence of “Saturdays are for the boys” flags, frat boy Lance is something that can be both repulsive and endearing.

He has a car, but most the time he opts to take his bike places. Fernando first runs into him when he’s in his bike gear actually, which, you know, hard to resist that. Plus, picture Fernando being Lance’s backpack. Please envision it, it’s a very important image. It’s definitely happened in this universe.

Strollonso beach dates??? Yeah, 100% happened here too. One of the reasons Lance even ends up at FGCU is because of the beach, so you know his ass is there most weekends. He forgets sunscreen frequently, Fernando is used to applying aloe to his back after they’ve spent a long day on the boat. He probably has that sunburned warmth to him like 24/7. He never forgets his sunglasses though, so he also maybe has raccoon eyes.

Oh yeah, and Logan, being a South Florida boy, probably would have attended FGCU too. His tinder profile unfortunately probably does feature a photo of him holding a fish. Just Florida boy things.

Anyway, this maybe is nothing. But if you want to talk more about this au please feel free to message me/send an ask. And I will 100% be ready to ramble more about this ultra specific fic. A chapter coming after keep to the line this weekend maybe.

[sunnie-writes]

cupid's chokehold.

pairing: jax x cupid!gn!reader

tags & tropes: fluff, shameless flirting, fell first/fell harder

summary: you were absolutely confused because of two things: one, you got transported to a random dimension and became a totally different person, gaining the title of a cupid, and two, you had fallen in love at first sight with the most sarcastic purple rabbit man ever. well, at least you didn't felt like complaining on the second part.

tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA... anyways, hiiiii:3 i got a new fandom added to my brain, injected it into my veins and now i am addicted. so, this funky little guy didn't actually catch my attention at first but then i watched some edits and was like "HMMMMMM i mean yeah sure" and then i decided to check tumblr, stumbled on a fic of him and went "OH. OH." yk?? anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this bc i wrote it instead of sleeping and i have to wake up early tomorrow el oh el!!1!1!1!1

warnings?: kissing, suggestive(?) i mean it's just neck biting but idk........

first of all, you don't know how the hell you are... here, nor why you've been stuck in this place for two weeks already.

it's a colorful world, saturated to the maximum amount possible. you know, the type to burn your eyes if you stare at a specific spot for too long. it also looked like some kind of fever dream, with all the toys scattered and the way different people? characters? looked like.

not like you can say much, you have heart shaped pupils and you're wearing something that looks like an ancient greece tunic. also, sandals. you have these big feathered white wings that are a pinkish hue at the tip of every single feather. you tried pulling one out to see if it was actually real, resulting in a yelp from your mouth. it kinda hurts.

and that reaction caused a chuckle to come from someone who has your eyes dedicated to just admiring them.

frankly speaking, if you went back and told your past self that by putting those weird vr headset glasses on you would be signing up to falling for a tall and lanky purple rabbit with a yellow smile, you would probably just chuckle and still do it, but with even more determination than before. eh, what can you say? you've always been attracted to the weirdest characters anyways.

but this... this was real, he was real and he was talking to other real weird animated people. ragatha rambled next to you about... honestly, you didn't even know, too busy watching from afar a certain rabbit. this was the start to possibly one of your most frustrating crushes ever.

"[name]? are you okay? you seem more distracted today?" she worriedly asked, putting her hand on your shoulder, "you shouldn't think too much about trying to find an exit if that's what you're thinking about, you might get abs-"

"huh? no, i wasn't thinking about that!" you quickly hurried to give an explanation, trying to dismiss that idea from her, but your eyes darted again to the overall wearing guy and she followed your gaze.

she slowly moved her head back at you after seeing what you were so... distracted about. a smirk broke in her face.

"oooh, little [nickname] has a cruuush?" ragatha teased you.

"wha- no- that's not-" before you could continue, your flushed cheeks got even more red as you saw him approaching. you immediately shut your mouth and just looked at the floor, trying to quickly hide your face

"sup', what are you two gossiping about today?" jax spoke in a mocking, sultry tone that had melting down a drain... not literally though.

"oh, nothing. you know, just the usual!" ragatha quickly tried to hide that topic from him, trying to distract or something. play it cool!

"uh-huh, and why is little cupid over here heating up like a preheated oven?" you almost choked on spit before looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and slightly flushed cheeks.

"none of your business, jax, don't bring your teasing and mocking over to [name]!"

"aww, why not?" jax dropped his hand on your shoulder, "say, little cupid, i heard doll face over here mentioning a crush, who do ya' have the hots for?"

your mind instantly went to answer "you" internally z meanwhile, your lips just answered in an almost quiet sound.

"i'm not telling you."

"huh, and why is that?" he leaned in close, and suddenly you felt absurdly claustrophobic.

he looks so... absurdly attractive with that smirk. you wish you could wipe it off of his face.

"because..." it doesn't take too long to come up with an excuse, you're an overthinker who is always prepared for this kind of situation, "you would mock me for it, and i don't feel like getting bullied by a purple beanpole."

"gasp, you wound me with your hateful words!" he dramatically posed, meanwhile ragatha chuckled in the background. "how can a cupid, made of pure love, be this mean?"

you just lightly punched him in the arm at that.

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night time seemed like a blur to you in this world. sleep? never heard of that.

it's been a month already and your crush hasn't faltered. instead, it got bigger each day, but to be fair, it was impossible for it to not grow. jax decided that, for some reason, he liked teasing you a bit too much since he found out you might have a crush on someone.

playful flirting seemed to be his favorite to use on you, since you just tried your best to not show how it actually affected you. honestly, you felt like some kind of cliche teenager movie where you're about to write his name on a notebook with hearts all around it.

and that felt too cheesy, even for a cupid.

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oh my stars, he wishes it's him.

you know, at first when you arrived at the digital circus, jax paid no mind to you. i mean, yeah, you were probably the cutest person in this digital purgatory, but he didn't think that he could fall for anyone in here, this isn't some weird sitcom episode. but it was starting to get difficult to not let him lose himself in a romantic trance when you were around.

he wonders if you used anything on him that could've possibly made him slowly fall for you, hard.

in the second week, he began noticing things about you. for example, you laughed at his jokes and sarcastic personality, got irritated for his pranks but never screamed at him, just shrugging it off like normally, you didn't even care when he stole something from your room.

it was mind breaking to just try and see what could get a reaction out of you towards him. until it was revealed that you had a crush on someone in that place.

jax isn't dumb, he already caught you looking at him from afar just to fastly change your gaze and get flustered, how your hands trembled when you were near him, heart eyes expanding when he talked to you. so, just to test if his theory was real, he decided to leave a subtle flirt for you. and that was checkmate.

he thought at first that it was weird, that maybe he could just play with you a little bit and entertain your little crush on him. but then, the spell turned against him. you flirted back once, and that made him feel awfully fuzzy minded. now, he was the one staring at you from afar sometimes.

that wasn't in his plans, falling for you even harder than you fell for him wasn't supposed to happen. yet, it did anyway.

and now the realization dawned on him that, at some point, he's going to have to either confess or simply hide that for forever, since that's the time they're gonna be stuck in the same dimension together. how fun, isn't it?

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your feet took you outside of the tent, as everybody was now sleeping comfortably in their own rooms. well, at least you thought they were. stepping onto the grass and breathing in some fresh air, you looked up, waved at the sun and the moon, who smiled back at you contently. then you finally sat down and layed on the saturated green ground, looking up at the fake stars.

you sighed heavily, trying to distract your worried mind that screamed about wanting to get out and at the same time never wanting to leave. it was downright confusing, and left you with pent up energy that made your brain go 100/mph.

you heard footsteps behind you, looking up just to meet with a yellow smile and cartoonish eyes. you immediately gulped as his smirk grew.

"heyyy little cupid, what are you doing here so late?" he questioned you with a lower tone of voice before sitting down by your side. you immediately sat up too.

"just... thinking about some stuff." not losing any chance, you tried to start a conversation. "what about you?"

"meh, just bored and couldn't sleep." jax then looked at you in the eyes. "what could you possibly be thinking about?"

"ah, you know... just the usual!" you tried to quickly change topics, you didn't feel like traumadumping on anyone today nor did you feel like telling him that he's the reason you didn't abstract yet.

"and, does the usual involve your secret little crush?"

your breathe hitches, "why are you so curious about who i like?"

"i just am, it's interesting to see your reactions when i mention them." he leaned down, holding his head with his hand as he still stared at you. "why don't you tell me who it is? i'm starting to get the wrong idea that it's me since you refuse to speak about the mystery person to me."

you think you just felt your heart stop. your eyes go wide and you can feel the heat coursing through your body, blood rushing and flushing your cheeks. you know what? okay then, since there is no escape from this situation, might as well finish the night with a bang before you leave to sleep.

"that's... not the wrong idea at all." you confessed, watching as his eyes went wide in a millisecond.

"what." he spoke before sitting up and grabbing your shoulders. "you're not fucking with me, are ya?"

you shook your head while embarrassingly looking to the floor, feeling frustration pooling in your head.

"no, i'm not. i like you jax, i like your stupid pranks, your stupid jokes, your mischievous smile, your ey-" you were cut off by lips meeting with yours.

as your current situation settled in your mind, you got yourself comfortable and closes your eyes, lacing your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer before you two fell back again, you under him. your stomach was doing backflips, breaking down at the feeling of being reciprocated.

when you finally broke apart, your heart eyes were absurdly big, staring at him while you panted for air. he chuckled at your face, giving a big smile while himself was actually melting at finally having you in his arms. jax laid his head on between your neck and your shoulder. you petted his head, until you felt something.

he was biting your neck, leaving love bites and hickeys behind.

first of all, you didn't even knew if he could open his mouth, but apparently he could (?). you couldn't think much of it, too busy holding back an embarrassing whimper. you held his head and tried not to close your legs around his waist as he continued to bite.

he pulled back, looking at you with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"well, look what a mess i've done, darlin'. how do ya' feel?"

you couldn't even answer, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by his hand on your waist, the knee resting between your legs and your mind slowly losing it's control. instead of an answer, you just pulled him down for another kiss.

yeah, you probably were enjoying that, but jax? ha! in his mind, he was melting down a drain, patting himself in the back for the idea of deciding to take a night walk and accidentally seeing you. he grinned into the french kiss, feeling absurdly high at the moment.

he wasn't sure how everyone would react to you finally being his, not that he cared about their opinion, but he thinks if would be funny to see their faces. he can't wait for it to happen, but now it's not time to think about that.

it's time for him to think on how to calm his rapidly beating heart that might give you the hint that he loves you way more than you love him.

tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAA i finished writing this only the next day, sorry if it's too short btw!! i know it missed a lot and should have more things but it was rlly rushed bc i want to write more of him <\33 but yeah, thank you for reading sunshine!!

[cuntry-r0ckst4r]

request where Benny Weir gets set up on a blind date with the reader

"300 Awkward Blind Dates Later ~ (benny weir x fem!reader's version)

tw! idk cursing ig

i forgot abt my inbox's ngl also guys putting the same req in my inbox twice is not going to make me do it faster!! also ive alr had to delete some reqs too PLEASEEE read my rules befire requesting any songs

It was Rory's fault he was doing this. He complained ONE TIME like a week ago about being single and so Rory put him on a blind date?! When Rory had told the whole friend group about setting up a blind date tonight for Benny everyone laughed, except Benny of course.

It was way too last minute to cancel the date so he had to just suck it up and go on this date with someone he had no interest to know about. Great.

"Hey Rory, next time you set someone up on a date don't you think the people going on a date should know about it?" Benny says, with an annoyed tone, sarcastically.

Rory's eyebrows furrowed, "she knew about it, she's going on the date. So by your rules... it's fine!"

He then walked off before Benny could hit him. Ethan turned to look at him with an amused smile, so did Sarah and Erica.

"Well, we're gonna go to class. Have fun on your date tonight." Sarah said teasingly before the two girls walked off laughing.

Ethan just patted his shoulder, somewhat comfortingly but also so Benny wouldn't see him laugh.

He was sitting in class, not paying attention. Just thinking about tonight. Rory wasn't known for having the best type in woman for example: Debbie Dazzle. The evil fucking doll that was turning the entire student body, and part of their friend group, into dolls!

"Mr. Weir! Whats the answer?" The teacher yelled across the room.

He was awaken from his daydreaming, he looked at the bored and it was blank. Nothing. Shit.

"uh, France...?" Benny asked with his confused smile.

"that might be correct," the teacher begun, "if this were Social Studies, but Mr. Weir... this is Science! Care to share with the class what you were dreaming about that was so important you can't pay attention?"

The look the teacher had on his face of sarcasm and a smug annoying smile. But Benny just shook his head in response.

"Then pay attention to the lesson. If I have to get on to you again I'm writing you up." Then the teacher got right back to teaching the class.

He made it through the rest of the school day without thinking about the date, but when he was walking with Ethan home it is alll he could talk and think about.

"Why would Rory set me on a date and not tell me until that day! Who does that ya know? And it'd be too rude to cancel this last minute... wait... Rory never even told me where!" He ranted about this whole thing the whole walk home, Ethan not really being able to get a word in at all.

He went to his house, found somewhat nice clothes. Three buttons at the top sorta shirt, and jeans. It was different from the shirts he usually wears because it wasn't just vertical lines across the shirt with a bunch of colors. It was one to two color max kinda shirt. He even brushed his hair.

He called Rory and found out where this date was, and he took his grandma's car. His brain then started filling with all of the positives that could come out of this date.

What if you're smokin hot?

What if you've seen every star wars movie?

What if you were nice?

His mind was just filling up with "what if". He got to the Restaurant you two were meeting up at, not super romantic but not McDonald's kind of casual.

He spots a really gorgeous girl sitting by herself at a booth, that has to be you?

He walks over, "Hey are you here on a blind date? Set up by Rory?"

You nod at the man, "Yeah... I don't really know him that well he kind of just started telling me about his single friend..."

He laughs at that before adding on, "I didn't know we were going on a date until today. He also did not tell me your name?"

You smile at him before responding, "(Y/N), and you're... Benny right?"

He nods in reassurance.

You were both there for hours, laughing and chatting. Until the restaurant was starting to close. You had both had appetisers, main dish, milkshakes, and then more dessert.

They told you they were closing and you both realized how long you had been there.

"It's been really fun talking to you... could I get your number?" Benny asked you, with a nervous undertone in his voice.

You smile and nod your head in agreement, taking one of the napkins and a pen from the checkbook, writing your number down to talk to him more often. You hand the napkin to him, as he grabs the pen and checkbook out of your hands. He had gotten the money from his grandma before the date but you didn't have to know that obviously. He actually told her to give him more incase he wanted to buy a video game.

He wasn't expecting to stay long, just get mac 'n cheese and then decide you two won't work well together. But he didn't want the video game and the amount he brought perfectly covered the check with tip.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" Benny asks after signing the checkbook and putting the cash on the table.

You looked at him with somewhat a shocked look, "oh, uh yeah if you don't mind. My dad said he was going to be a little bit late."

He heard the nervous chuckle at the end of that, and that is when he realised he fell for you. Hard.

[moodymelanist]

prompt: nessian at sephora idk what they're doing or what they're buying idk it'd just be so cute though gor crazy with this prompt if you decide to do it 🫶🏼 love the fics btw

Thank you so much 🫶🏽 I wanted to try and get to this for romance week but it got away from me, so I hope you don’t mind me taking so long to get to it!

“Cassian!” Nesta yelled from upstairs. “Put on your shoes! We’re going to the mall!”

Cassian jerked himself awake from where he’d been dozing on the couch at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. “Wha?”

“I need to get Emerie a birthday gift,” she explained once she was downstairs. “She said she wanted this new blush from Sephora, and I need you to be my guinea pig so I can get the right color.”

“Okay,” he agreed once his brain was back online. He was more than secure enough in his masculinity to let her use him as a makeup tester, and maybe he could sneak in a surprise gift of his own for her if he was sneaky enough. She always rolled her eyes at the little things he grabbed for her, but he knew how much she enjoyed them deep down. “Let me get my jacket.”

Ten minutes later, they were in the car and on the way to the mall. Nesta put on one of the new Taylor Swift songs, and Cassian found himself humming along no matter how much he denied he was a Swiftie.

He pulled into a parking spot in the garage easily enough, and they made their way into Sephora without too much fuss. It was surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon, but he wouldn’t complain about that. “I always forget how bright it is in here.”

“That’s why you should always test stuff in natural lighting before you decide to keep it,” Nesta replied absentmindedly, her eyes quickly searching through the store as she looked for the right brand. “Oh, there it is. Come on.”

He followed her lead to the Rare Beauty display, more than content to let her use the inside of his arm for as many swatches as she wanted. “What’s the difference between this and the stuff you use?”

“Liquid blush can be a lot more pigmented,” she answered as she dabbed the shade Lucky onto his arm. It was a shockingly bright pink that she ultimately vetoed before moving onto the next one. “See? You don’t need that much.”

“Oh I see alright,” he murmured, more than content to watch her in her element with a happy little smile. She loved makeup, whether it was the more natural look she tended to do for work or the more dramatic ones she liked to do when they were going out. “And I’m liking what I’m seeing alright.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, but her cheeks went a little pink at the compliment anyway. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me anyway,” Cassian replied, grinning as he leaned down to press a kiss to the side of her face.

“God help me, but I do,” she murmured. She looked up and stole a kiss while he was still close to her, leaving his lips pleasantly warm and tingling before she went back to blending blushes out on his forearm.

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[iheartyouyou]

Haunted Houses | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie is totally not scared of Haunted Houses.

Word count: 780

Warnings: Fake blood? Clowns? Fake Knives? Idk

Authors note: Just a quick blurb I wrote! Sorry I haven’t been posting as much, I’ve been busy and just haven’t been feeling very motivated. I have been working on older requests and the next chapter of Outloud so be ready for those :) Also, feel free to send in any requests for Halloween/fall or just normal requests, I’m trying to get back to writing! (P.S. Not proofread, so bear my mistakes)

Eddie nudged your forward, grinning at your stubbornness.

“I’m not going first.” You mumbled, making your way behind Eddie to nudge him forward. He steps into the puddle of fake blood that was in front of the dark, spooky house, cringing. “I’m not either!”

“Well then… we can just stay here then.” You suggest, staring at the lights flickering from the inside of the house.

“No way!” Eddie complained. “I paid 20 dollars for this, that would just be wasting money.”

Hawkins held a Haunted House yearly, Nancy and Jonathan helped out with it this year and they suggested that you guys go. You guys were just planning to rent a few horror movies and buy a whole bunch of candy and spend the rest of the night cuddling and what not. But, on the way to the candy store, Eddie spotted the Haunted House and decided to stop.

It’s not that scary. He told you, wrapping his arm around you as he handed the lady at the front 20 dollars.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. You’ve always heard about how scary the Haunted House was from students at school, people saying it traumatized them. You highly doubted it, but still.

“You’re the guy. You should go first.” You defended.

“And you’re the lady. Ladies first.” He spoke, motioning towards the house with his hands.

“Fine.” You huffed, skipping over the puddle of fake blood. He follows behind, curling his finger into the belt loop on the back of your jeans so he won’t lose you.

Making your way up the doors, you enter the house preparing yourself for a jumpscare. There was nothing— just flickering lights and clown laughter, followed by a pathway.

You couldn’t really see anything, too dark to make out any of the decorations. You could see some fake cobwebs, well you hoped they were fake. There was fake blood splattered on the walls and the word “HELP” written in the blood.

The door suddenly slammed shutbehind you, making the two of you jump as Eddie pulled you closer. “Are you scared?” You whispered, trying to cover up the fact that you were the one scared.

“N-no. You?”

“No.”

You hesitantly took a few steps forward, entering the hallway and letting out a small screech as a clown popped out with a fake knife. Another clown followed, this time with two knifes. They both circled you and Eddie, their laughter echoing throughout the house. Eddie laughed with them, uncurling his finger from your belt loop.

“This isn’t even scary. I’ll go first.” He said confidently, pushing you behind him and grabbing your hand as he bravely traveled through the hallway. More clowns popped out, but he was just getting a kick out of your reaction.

It wasn’t until he felt a dull claw move up and down his shoulder, Eddie just scoffed thinking it was you but when he turned around, you weren’t there. It was a very realistic Freddy Krueger instead that appeared behind him, his razor-claw hand reaching out to grab Eddie. Eddie yelped, making his way outside the Haunted House as fast as he could— his heart beating in his ears. He ignored all the scary people that popped out, escaping the Haunted House and gasping.

“What the hell—“ You burst out into a fit of laughter, watching as Eddie’s horrified facial expression turn into a very annoyed one at your figure. You hold your stomach, throwing your head back, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh… my… god!” You pointed at Eddie, his pale face going back to it’s normal color. He lightly slapped your hand away, readjusting himself.

“H-how’d you get out here?” He asked, catching his breath as he clutched his chest. He looked back at the house, squinting at all the people coming out with either horrified or terrified looks on their faces.

“Nancy told me about this shortcut that lead outside.” You spoke, pointing to the door that you could barely see by the bushes. “What happened to you?”

“What? Nothing. Wasn’t even scary.” He lied, fixing his hair. “Let’s just get some candy and go home. Maybe we can watch Thirteen Candles or Pretty in Pink?”

“Pretty in Pink? Thirteen Candles? Why would you want to watch those, isn’t it Halloween? Didn’t we rent Nightmare on El—“

“No! No Freddy Krueger.” He exasperated, shaking his head as he looked back at the house.

“Nightmare on Elm Street.” You corrected him, intertwining your guys’ hands as you dragged him to his van.

“I don’t care what it’s called! No Freddy Krueger!”

“Okay, fine. Thirteen Candles it is.” You smirked, “Or we can watch your buddy, Freddy Krueger—“

“No!”

[kenphobia]

Hello!! I saw that you also knew TWST, so I wanted to ask your opinion on what dorms do you think the WH characters would be sorted to, and why? (Do feel free to include your OCs too, just go all out!!)

SINCERELY, ME!

oooo i've been thinking abt it for some quite some time, but since there's not a lot of info abt the wh cast (or maybe im just too lazy to research and there's actually sufficient lore), most of these will probably be based on speculations and my personal headcanons!!

WALLY DARLING!

✦ starting with wally, I think he fits pomefiore. I mean— have you SEEN this man? He is beauty, he is grace and he will eat your face if you ever insult his hair. His name is Wally Darling for a reason, gotta look ready and pretty if you're a darling after all.

✦ He could also be in Diasomnia, perhaps? mfer eats with his eyes, i think that's powerful enough.

HOWDY PILLAR!

✦ I feel like Howdy would be in either Scarabia or Heartslabyul. Why Scarabia? Howdy is a shopkeeper so he's probably resourceful and knows the ways in business, he just seems like a pretty reliable and responsible guy.

✦ As for Heartslabyul, you cannot tell this mfer isn't Trey Clover but caterpillar. I may be wrong but he just gives me a lot of Trey Clover vibes so I feel the need to just— throw him into heartslabyul

POPPY PATRIDGE!

✦ Poppy would definitely be in Heartslabyul though. She's always worying and ruffling her feather for her friends, and she'd follow any rule if it meant keeping her friends safe. I have a little gut feeling that she can get a bit ... controlling at times due to her anxious mind but she means good.

SALLY STARLET!

✦ Sally, my sweet summer child, the one i kinned instantly on the spot... Octavinelle. I have no idea why?? but like, she's dramatic, she'd probably say "I'm only doing this because I'm so kind and benelovent ✨" AND LIKE?? I DON'T KNOW. I just think she'd get along with the leech twins? maybe give Azul a few more wrinkles here and there ...

✦ She could also be pomefiore too! Pomefiore is like a fancy dorm, she'd fit.

JULIE JOYFUL!

✦ Julie is a bit difficult for me hhhh.... i just have a gut feeling that she'd be scarabia. id love to say pomefiore but if wally and sally happened to be there, adding julie would just add the chaos.

✦ I got nothing for Julie except for scarabia. She's a fun little silly but she knows a thing or two about being resourceful. Her and Kalim would get into some trouble and Jamil has to take care both of their asses.

BARNABY B. BEAGLE!

✦ Heartslabyul. I won't explain any further other than this mfer would give Riddle a run for his money. And also because he might a stickler for rules in a way??? Like he wouldn't exactly enforce them on others, he'd follow them if it's convenient enough and if it will save his ass from getting handed to him.

FRANK FRANKLY!

✦ HEARTSLABYUL. This one??? No need for explanation, just— heartslabyul

✦ For some reason, I can see him being in Ignihyde too?? He's just ... emo to me. Like— any colorful top you wear won't fit your vibe, frank, you still havent gotten out of your emo phase.

EDDIE DEAR!

✦ Legit I have no idea what dorm will fit him other than ramshackle. He's the mc now!!! get off the stage, yuu

✦ tbh i would say heartslabyul again but so many of these btches are possibly heartslabyul and im too dumb to add more variety in the mix!!!

HOUSE!

✦ I mean— It is considered to be a neighbor, right??? but anyways, diasomnia because ... idk man, it's a talking house. it doesn't have much personality other than literally being wally's house and speaking fluently in onomatopoeia

JUNE WEBB! (oc)

✦ octavinelle, babey !!! she's a con artist, yknow??? thats why theyre an antagonist for a reason. they scam ppl into buying their shit and have the "but im so sweet and kind" act

✦ also because howdy in scarabia and june in octavinelle is like, jamil x azul ship trope. yes, i ship my ocs with canon characters and yall have no right to complain when youre on my blog that centered around x readers

JELLY ROLLSTONE! (oc)

✦ Ignihyde. Like??? do I need to explain, bestie? they're good with technology in a way and theyre as anti social as their peers. I based them off Idia, what makes you think they won't be in Ignihyde??

RAINE SWEETHEART! (oc)

✦ ramshackle because this btch is as plain as white american bread + she isn't exactly as fleshed out rn to be put in a proper dorm so yeah—

these might change once i get know the characters a bit more better in canon so ... yeah!!! i'm redesigning some of my ocs, especially raine so watch out for that!!

fun fact: i slept two times writing this and i ashamed

[atoledefresa-delulusversion]

Time to fangirl about Helluva Boss: S1 E5

OMG, THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHAPTERS!

But first, isn't the white spot on Blitz's face supposed to be a burn scar? Then why does it look like he has vitiligo? Unless they're all burn scars in which case... ouch.

And if the white spots are supposed to be scars, like the one across the right eye of Millie's sister:

What are the two circles on each of Millie's arms? And his father's looks more like a tattoo. And her mom? She has a lot on her tail (which can be understandable) but the ones on her face? Look like blush.

And these other demons. It even looks like she has them under her eyes.

And, okey, let's say they're all scars. Then...

His are supposed to be freckles. I thought for a moment maybe Moxxie is albino, so instead of having black freckles (like Millie's mole under her eye) his are white. But his eyebrows are black so it tears my theory. So, maybe, freckles, moles AND scars are white OR the scars specifically are a less saturated white (thou I would have to know about color theory to really dive in but color theory doesn't want to know me). I'm not blaming the team for not thinking about it (because I've tried writing my own storys and there are things that you just don't think are important for the plot or for a character or for the story in general) but either way it's confusing.

Anyway, in this chapter we're presented to Striker: since the black shadow in his eyes and his golden canine to his rattling tail, we know he's gonna make an impact.

And he kinda did. He's the one who describes us how society views and treats imps in Hell, and by the look in Blitz's face, those words are something he didn't wanted to think about or they were a trigger. I'm going ith the second option.

Which makes this scene more important (for Blitz) because his work is being recognized by someone else, someone of his own (an imp) but strange to him. Thinking a little deeper, maybe Striker knew who Blitz was because he was investigating Stolas and the imp who sleeps with him. Eaither way, his reputation precedes him.

From here the animation changes FOR GOOD:

I LOVE all these sequence. Everything that happened in this room: LITERAL GOLD.

One of the moments that hapened in the room was Strike offering Blitz to work with him (which would make them a very unstoppable duo, but do their personalities match?)

And Blitz lies and says he will join him 'cause he was waiting for Moxxie (or someone, idk) to appear. But why not? Why not accept the offer to take down the very people who look down on his kind? What does he wants? Recognition? But for all the imps? Or for him alone? Is he trying to prove something? To who?

NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT MILLIE:

I remember we were all impressed by Millie's habilities and violent side, but when this chapter came out, people in the comments were complaining about her not being able to take a hit.

I know that for a character to be interesting and complex, they need to have flaws; but I also know where people are coming from. I mean, we have a very talented assasin who goes straight to killer-mode when her husban is in danger-

-who gets taken down only when said husband needs to "save the day". We know she has a high pain tolerance when she says she had worse at the flowers tufts at her brother' wedding when she caught the bouquet "and it was fucking worth it", so this flaw for her... makes sense but it also doesn't. Like, she's too sweet and friendly to be a demon, but she's a very talented killer to be so sweet and friendly. We're talking about personality and attitude. Now you're telling me she''s strong but also weak?

A little EXTRA:

She sleeps with knives above her head and on her nightstand. I'm guessing Moxxie has a gun under the bed, if they're worried about being attacked:

Another EXTRA:

"Stolas' Lament" playing fast on the background (sorry, I can't unheard it now):

[purplekoop]

Alright I'm in that mood that comes and goes where I try and pretend I have craft skills and wonder how I'd make custom figures for the Overwatch cast that doesn't have one, and wondering about who I'd do first, Symmetra comes to mind often. She's one of the few launch heroes to not have anything that fits a six-inch articulated figure scale, along with Mei, Roadhog, and Winston (Torb and Bastion also count if you're picky about style). Of those though, Symmetra's by far the one that sounds the most achievable, considering she's the only one of that bunch that has a body type that's easy enough to find in action figure form to work as a base. She's also a character that in general gets a lot less attention than I wish she did, so the fact she has basically no merch besides the funko pop (again, she's the only OW1 launch hero to hold that status) kinda just rubs salt in that wound.

So, okay, Symmetra's probably gonna be my first custom Overwatch figure should I ever get the time, skills, and resources to attempt such a feat. I can at least plan now though, so here's my thought process ramble on how I'd do it.

Let's start off by looking at Symmetra's art. I'd kind of prefer her OW2 design aesthetically, but in practice I'd rather do her OW1 look just because it's both simpler and it matches all the other existing 6 inch scale figures. Here's both designs for reference:

In general, OW2 designs are a little more "advanced" than OW1, which for a novice figure maker is something I'd rather avoid if I can. The big distinction is what's probably the most notorious "mmmmm" choice of her original look, the dumb exposed upper legs. I remember a semi-common critique of her was "is it dress code for architects in the future to dress like that", which like. Yeah no it was dumb, and the full pants just make more sense.

Now, to be honest, it wouldn't be hard to go either way on what to do with that part. I could take a creative liberty and just make the whole legs a solid black color, or I could be more accurate and have the exposed thighs. In favor of the thighs, it would make a convenient spot to put a thigh swivel while looking relatively seamless. In fact, the gold part could be the seam.

For reference, here's my Genji. Good figure, but his legs have this very conspicuous disconnect when you twist the thigh swivel to get more leg articulation. It's a nitpick over a compromise made to form to add to function, but it's something that sticks out if you want something to complain about.

So basically, my thought in defense of the exposed thighs is that I instead play it into the function of the articulation since the thigh is already split visually. But then again, I could also just go with entirely black legs, and the thigh swivel still wouldn't stick out much, so. Yeah idk, either way there's options. Just something that came to mind.

Alright let's back up from thigh talk now before it gets too weird, and go onto more general notes. Symmetra is apparently 5'7" tall, which is the exact same height as Mercy.

Actually... now that I think about it... Mercy and Symmetra have a number of similarities in their outfits too. They both have heels, some kind of cloth thing hanging in front of their legs... Honestly, in lieu of better options, I think the Hasbro Mercy figure would be a solid base for the body, at the very least the legs, though I'd need to figure out how to make a new skirt out of a similarly bendy material anyways. I'd have to do a lot of part removal in general, and the upper body isn't exactly ideal, but I could see about snatching the legs at least. I see some listings for Mercy and Pharah for 14 bucks, so it's not like it'd cost a whole lot. even if it doesn't lead anything but a mutilated Mercy figure.

...shoot, I could probably even use Mercy's blaster as a base for Symmetra's gun too, the handle mechanism at the very least would be pretty convenient... even if not Mercy's blaster, I have an extra Tracer I could steal a spare pistol from too, but. Yeah this is a ramble post, if that wasn't made clear yet.

Alright, what else is of note about Symmetra. Well, she's got two arms, one largely unclothed and the other being a prosthetic that seemingly acts as the source of her hard light technology. with a circular light coming out of her palm. The exposed arm should be pretty easy, but the prosthetic one is gonna have to be largely custom.

...or. is it.

I swear I'm uncovering a conspiracy here

Not a perfect match, the bicep thickness and the color especially on the Hasbro figure isn't that similar, but if I wanna be lazy then just snatching and repainting a Genji arm could be an option. The hands for that arm would need more work though, Genji's hand options aren't nearly classy enough for Symmetra's personality. I think Genji is also a fair bit harder to come by, at least based on a passing search. At that point, I might as well either look for a cheaper figure to steal from or just sculpt one myself

As for the body, it's gonna largely need to be custom work. I think just a standard feminine action figure without a lot of body detail like a Marvel Legends figure of any random female superhero with a simple skin-tight outfit would be ideal as a base, then I'd just build her upper outfit on top of it. The flowy parts of the outfit would need to be some kind of separate softer plastic piece. No clue what commercially available materials are out there that'd work like that, but it might be possible to find with some research. I could also be fancy and make it an actual cloth piece, but that feels like it might stick out awkwardly in a collection otherwise entirely made of plastic.

As for the head, I feel like it'd be ideal to find a base with matching hair more than anything else. Again, semi-flexible materials might be tricky to find, so finding a feminine head with that long, black hair already made would be more helpful than anything else. The only other thing of note is her visor, which would require some kind of translucent blue plastic. Lucio's Hasbro figure has a similar green plastic for his... shades? They're part of his headset thing too, and they both use Vishkar-based tech so... maybe they're the same kind of material in-universe too? I dunno, but I know that people have found translucent colored plastic that'd work perfectly for something like Symmetra.

Speaking of which, I'm definitely not stopping at just the character herself. After all, her whole playstyle revolves around chucking more junk onto the battlefield! So, accessories:

First up, the gun. Like I pointed out earlier, I'd probably use a Tracer pistol as the base for the handle, then bulk it up a bit to add though not sure what I'd do for the extra prong bits. If I'm clever, I could make some kind of mold for one of them, and then use it three times to create three identical pieces, but there's a lot of complex details that I don't know how much effort I'd want to put into it. Probably would keep the detailing and colors relatively basic like the Hasbro figures' weapons tend to be.

The Hasbro figures do tend to come with some sort of semi-transparent piece to emulate muzzle flashes or other effects though, so if I manage to crack the code on see-through blue plastic then I'll try to make a laser beam piece that can plug in and out of the center of her gun. Alternatively, I could also maybe try to make a transparent piece based on the kinds of transparent shapes she makes with her left arm, but that might be a bit hard to make not be too heavy to hold. She's already wearing heels, so balance is gonna be an issue for her.

So, now for the accessory so obvious even her Funko includes it: the Sentry Turrets. Which. Present a minor problem. See if you can spot the issue with this as a physical object:

See it's not a super complicated shape, mostly just a white spherical shape with a little flat part for the laser shooty part, and then three little supporting sections. And uh. They don't connect.

Really shouldn't be the hardest thing to figure out, there's usually a glowy blue effect that's implied to be what's supporting the turret in-game. I also wanna go the extra mile and add articulation to them, making it so it can angle the "head" up and down for more detail. If I'd really feel like being extra then I'd make it so the pieces have suction cups on the bottom or something they'd be able to stick to surfaces, but that part seems a little more effort than it might be worth, but it'd be cool if I could. I'd also make three, so ideally I'd have figured out how to use molds repeatedly, because I don't feel like making the same little leg part 9 times from scratch, or the head part 3 times.

Finally, there's the teleporter. This part feels the least "essential" to me, but I'd like to make it if I could.

Again, probably gotta figure out how to make the same piece over and over again for the "legs" of the base. As for the actual "entrance" part, I think I'd print out a sticker or something onto a transparent thin piece of plastic instead of making it in 3D, since... I mean I think the in-game visual is just a 2D texture that always faces the viewer's camera directly the same way. It'd be really cool if the "legs" could fold up and down like they do for the in-game animation, but that means making an articulation system in addition to making the whole thing symmetrical enough to look good, and on top of that the teleporter wouldn't exactly make much sense if there was only one of them, so... yeah I might pass on the teleporters actually, unless I could find someone willing to print and ship 3D models of the bases.

So yeah, that's just me thinking out loud how I hope to tackle the task of making a custom Symmetra action figure. Unless something more beginner-friendly comes to mind, this'll probably be the first custom figure I try and make, so once I get some spare cash to put towards materials then I'll probably try and give it a shot. Materials would include fodder figure parts to act as the base, sculpting materials, and paints, all of which I need to do further research on what exactly would be ideal to get. Stay tuned for 2025 when I finally show her off!

[mwalani]

HELLO IM HERE FROM THIS THING. here I go!

💊, 🎱, 🌶️, 🧞‍♀️ and ⛰️

OMGG HIII thank you for asking me this😭 I think I talked too much but anyways- here it is :D

💊 - Are you allergic to anything?

Actually yeah! I'm allergic to a medication that I forgot the name, but it's not really common to use it anymore so I'm good :D

🎱- Have you ever accurately predicted anything?

Listen, I'm sure I did some times, but the last one I remember was when I knew exactly what was going to happen in class, like, I knew where was I going to look and where teacher was going to walk and everything from a 5-10 seconds scenario😭

🌶- What is your spice tolerance?

If I'm being honest, it's not that good-😭 I can't eat food that are slightly spicy without complaining, and if it's like "medium" spice than I'm definetly not eating...

🧞‍♀️- I will grant you 3 wishes. What are they?

Hmm now that's something I haven't thought before. But definetly infinite money at first😣 like, the amount of decorations I'd buy to my bedroom would be WILD. The second one would be have the ability to change my hair to whatever I want without it being damaged. So like, have the healthiest hair ever while I can change it to whatever size color etc I want!! And the third one would be to have the ability to make fictional characters alive, BUT ONLY UNDER MY RULES. So, if I don't want them to go killing people they're not. Yeah it's oddly specific but still... 😋

🏝- You've won an all expenses paid trip to your dream vacation spot for a month, but you have to travel alone. Are you going? If so, where are you headed?

Okay now this is thinking I'm of legal age😭🙏 so, I'd be very indecisive about it because I have really bad anxiety around strangers so idk if it would be a good idea for me to go😔but I'd definetly love to in case I gathered the courage, and I'd probably go to China or Canada. For China it's mostly because of its culture and how im genuinely interested on it! For Canada it's because my brother went there once and it seemed really nice to go :D

[fariesoiree]

you walk around like you own shit, always snapping back at innocent people and of course, you just had to cross a line with hobie.

caution! mdni 8.3k wrdz, runway model!hobie au, hobie has freeform locs, rich spoiled brat!reader, black fem!reader, you do nawt get along, semi-public sex, hate sex, fingering reader receiving, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, oral reading receiving, ass eating if you squint (not really), unprotected sex, p in v sex, choking, hair pulling spanking, finger sucking, drooling, cum eating, pet names, blushing describe but isn’t visible

miffy’s note! deleted it to repost! it’s finally completeddd and hopefully okay?? i picked it up so many times idk if the tone is the same. i think this is my new fav, though. to date, this is one of the nastiest smuts i’ve written and posted but i still consider it pretty tame :D if you like this, i’d recommend strawberry meringue! pls do not spam like my blog if you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the reblogs

you are so utterly annoying. the way you sit at hair and makeup with a pout etched on your face and protesting at everything everyone around you does.

it is only six thirty in the morning and you’re so loud and annoying. hobie’s head is pounding, throbbing with the aftereffects of spending his night at the pub with his friends. all he wants to be in the comfort of his bed, lights off and air conditioning blasting.

instead, he is forced to sit in your presence and listen to your complaints over such minor details he truly could not give a flying fuck about.

“that shade of blue is not light enough. it’s not going to match and it’ll look unflattering!” you swerve your head away the fluffy eyeshadow brush, dusted with a blue powder.

you’ve been doing this all morning, between taking swigs of your iced coffee from the reusable mug you’ve brought from home. your coffin, french topped acrylics click against the stainless steel beneath the sound of your constant complaining.

and of course, because your daddy bought his precious babygirl a spot in this show for a small cost of several thousands of dollars, every wish and whim you demand is fulfilled.

the makeup artist sighs for the umptenth time. if hobie is tired, imagine how tired he is. having to nearly redesign the entire look to satisfy your needs. marco has to take a patient, restrained breath.

he sets the brush down and pops open the palette to display the limited choices of colors. he feels insulted, knowing exactly what should go where, what shade is perfect for what but instead, he is forced to prioritize your requests all because you paid your way in. god, he hates nepotism babies. “well, these are the options. as you can see, that one is too dark and because of your rich skin tone, the other one will not show up as pigmented at this one. if i use a light hand and diffuse the color, you might end up liking it. can i try that?”

hobie tuts, watching the interaction at his paralleled chair. he’s finished with hair and makeup a while before you. truthfully, no one would be here nearly this early if they weren’t working with you. it’s not an industry secret that you’re difficult, solely depending on your father to garner influence.

don’t get him wrong, hobie thinks you’re beautiful. you have a chance at being a successful runway model simply off your looks alone but your attitude tanks all opportunity before you even get the chance.

“jesus, man. why are you askin’ her? just do it and if she doesn’t like it, too fuckin’ bad.” he seethes, a little less than quietly. his nails are devoid of his signature black color and well manicured. they’re glossy because of the clear top coat and mindlessly flipping through a magazine.

it’s as if everyone anticipates your meltdown with a silent breath. it’s almost certain that you’ve never heard no a day in your life. it carries on even now, everyone dancing around your words and boundaries. no one here has ever told you no, either. they have no plans to, seeing how you slowly turn your head towards hobie.

your hair, a mix of kankelon and your own, swings back and forth in the thick masses of bubble braids. the fluttering of your long wispy eyelashes would have been alluring if it weren’t for the warble that started in your throat. “you don’t know what you’re talking about. some people enjoy constructive criticism instead of taking everything at face value!”

you slam your mug down against the smooth black surface of the vanity, causing a few brushes to roll and clatter to the floor. you barely pay them any attention when marco bends to scoop them up and whisks them away to be sanitized, partially to avoid being roped into the conversation.

“this show is going to be amazing and i am going to be the best part of it because i actually have great opinions. what do you even do here? what’s your job? to make everyone else look better?” you cross your legs and cock your head to the side, glowering at him.

hobie guesses you mean to be intimidating but he takes your tantrum as childish. he isn’t interested in the back and forth, sighing and leaning back in his chair. his long, statuesque figure takes up more space than needs be, elbows dangling haphazardly over the sides as he folds his arms over the armrests. “yeah, okay. sure.”

he offers slow blinks and no further comment until you’re huffing and turning back around to fuss over the next item. the sound of your voice still vibrates and bounces off the inside of his head, soliciting a deep groan and a rub on his temple.

he supposes asking you to shut the hell up is out of the question, lest he want to be subjected to more insults and glares. hobie swears this is his last show, his last time being booked for a gig to entertain the upper class. sure, he’s encountered all kinds of spoiled brats who have people bending at their will but you, by far, are the most spoiled and bratty of them all.

“see. i told you, that just looks stupid!” your high pitched shriek breaks what little resolve he has left in him, twisting his already worked nerves into a tight ball and setting them on fire.

“ ‘m going out for a break,” hobie mumbles beneath the stylists and makeup artists trying to work you down from another blow up. they don’t notice how he stands and slips away from the crowd, still decked out in designer.

his shoes, a bit too flat and shapeless for his liking, do nothing to aid in a smooth passage to the back exit. he can feel each step he takes, even the lace pants that bunch and gather under him. the length of his attire is impractical but the rich will pay for anything.

he’s only greeted with peace of mind when he pushes the door open and takes a step out into the fresh early morning. the sun is is beginning to rise and coax the sky into a mix of romantic colors and the air is cold and crisp, providing his lungs with sharp relaxation.

new york is still busy at this time, still full of hustle and bustle that thankfully drowns you out. it does nothing to quell his headache but he decides that if he has to experience a hangover, he’d rather hand his misfortune over to the city.

his vacation is short lived, however, because he feels a small finger jabbing his rib cage with an impatient pattern.

hobie’s acknowledgment is slow. he takes his time to rip himself away from the outside world, turning his body to face the perpetrator, who just happens to be you. “what?” it’s curt and short, lacing his usual warmth and welcome.

“we’re starting our pre-show run. they want you there.” your hands, covered in silk gloves, are crossed over your chest. you somehow manage to look down on him, despite hobie being taller. the flounce of each white layer on your dress swishes along your thighs when you pivot and stalk away without a reply.

hobie doesn’t miss the same pale blue eyeshadow over your eye, locked under a layer of glitter and gloss. someone must have talked you into it. this all could have been avoided if you just agreed from the beginning.

“fuck me,” he mumbles, hands going to clasp and rest on the top of his head.

the door behind him swings shut and hobie is trapped again, with you and your whining, making the day difficult for everyone else. he shuffles forward, face pulled into a tense frown. he takes his spot in the jumbled crowd of models, all waiting to take their turn.

he blends in with the crowd just fine, silently slipping in between two warm bodies, just as unhappy to be here this early in the morning at he is. all courtesy of you.

you, who stands in front because you demanded to be the opening of the show and got your way when your daddy threw in a couple more thousands. you are almost cheery, bouncing on your toes to the upbeat music sounding out the speakers around the room. you’re the only one enjoying yourself at the cost of everyone’s expense.

someone needs to take you down a notch. that’s what hobie thinks and what he continues to think when you disappear in front of of the curtain. hobie’s eyes drift to the tv, reflecting your slinky walk down the runway.

you’re not all that bad. a little stiff in some places and a little too loose in others. hobie thinks you could easily benefit from some tips and a few days work. he doesn’t think you’ll take it, knowing you’re too headstrong to believe you’re anything less than perfect. you’re definitely not good enough to be opening the show. that’s neither here nor there and he doesn’t care enough about your success to comment on it.

instead, he keeps his thoughts to himself and powers through, taking his own powerful and evenly distributed steps down the sleek platform.

the rest of the morning goes like this, taking turns during the choreographed walk and being whisked away to try on the next thing. it’s well into the day when the sun has risen and the birds are active that everyone is allotted a break, free to grab lunch and return home for the evening.

hobie makes his way towards the door, his bag swung over his shoulder. he doesn’t announce his leave the way he sees others around him do. he doesn’t care to, doesn’t consider himself cool with anyone. he just comes, does his job, and goes home. he’s fairly surprised, although not pleasantly, to see you waiting at the door as well, sporting a pink tracksuit and slip on uggs.

against every sensible bone in his body, hobie finds himself stopping beside you. his expression is already full of regret before he can speak.

you cast a sideways glance at him, both curious and judgmental before punching in more texts on your phone, demanding that your driver arrives faster so you don’t have to stand out in the street. not that you’ve even left the building. the idea of comparing to the normal class in any way disgusts you.

“you did good, today.” hobie says through a strained breath, staring out the glass panelling of the door. why did he stop? he doesn’t know. maybe to confirm that you truly are one of the worst people he’s ever met.

“i know.”

hobie waits. he gives you a second to build on that and maybe, just maybe, display an ounce of politeness but nothing comes. he can’t help but laugh at his hopefulness, shaking his head to erase any possibility that you might be a good person.

“what’s funny about that?” you immediately jump to the offense, turning your body until you’re facing him. you got your mouth all screwed up into a scowl.

the image you give him only makes hobie’s chuckles increase until he’s smiling at how stupid this whole thing is. “you are so rude, you know that? a selfish little thing, you are.”

you don’t take well to being called selfish or rude. as far as you know, you’re the only one carrying their weight around here. “did i offend you in some way? is this because you realized you have to try harder around me?”

“did it ever occur to you that the reason we’re here so early in the morning is because you tack on another two hours with your complainin’?” hobie tightens his grip on the shoulder strap of his bag. he has to remind himself to keep his voice tame, not wanting to be caught in a scandal framed as a giant man yelling at the sweetest girl. he’s sure you’d activate some victimizing tears and land him farther in trouble with the public.

“well, that’s because i’m – ”

“you’re the only one with good opinions. whatever, i don’t care. i think i speak for everyone when i say this, though. learn to shut the fuck up and let everyone do their jobs the way they’re supposed to be done.”

you both stand and stare at each other silence. you because it’s unbelievable that he’d have the gall to come up to you and say that. him because he really needs to cement just how suffocating you are when you speak.

“excuse me?” is what you settle on with a challenging glare in your eye, taking a step towards him and your head tilted to the side.

hobie brushes you off, though. he’s said what he’s needed to say and doesn’t see the point in entertaining this any longer. “have a good one.” he walks right past you and out the door, satisfied with himself for being the one to tell you about yourself.

the following day is much better, oddly enough. hobie expected you to lash back at him after your conversation. it’s shocking when you’re pliant and receptive to everyone, smiling when you’re addressed.

you even go as far to smile at him. you greeted him when he walked in, leading hobie into a false sense of security. he’s so comfortable with your good behavior, he almost is able to forgive and forget your attitude.

almost.

“hobie?”

he’s surprised to get a call from his manager, bringing the cool tempered glass up to his ear. the silver backing of his phone is caseless and reflects the bright white lights hanging from the ceiling. hobie blends into the background, wearing his off duty outfit, sporting a black top he cropped himself with a pair of kitchen scissors and some black sweatpants. he offsets the cold city morning with a thick puffer jacket and fingerless gloves. his feet hidden behind equally thick socks and stocky black boots. “yeah, wass’up?”

his accent leaks in every word, following the sense of dread that something has gone wrong. his radar goes haywire when you suddenly appear near by, idling with the smuggest smile he’d seen all week.

what did you do?

“you pissed her off, man. clean off. you’re not going to like this.”

“just spit it out, peter.” hobie finds himself having to round the corner to stand behind a pillar, his hand coming down to drag across his face. he doesn’t have to ask who the she is because it’s so obvious. only you would be so evil to do something so bad, his manager would have to call him.

“you know how the brand was so excited to work with you because you fit their style really well?”

“yes,” hobie draws it out real slow. his heart is already racing in anticipation. he hated these things as much as the next punk guy but they made him so much money, and hobie wasn’t doing too great financially right now. all his stealing and evading “justice” was starting to creep up on him and the last thing he wanted was to end up in the slammer.

sure he’s all rough and tough on paper but he knows he wouldn’t last a second behind bars.

“well now . . ., someone has offered them a large sum of money to lower your appearances to one so not only do you now walk once but you’re getting paid significantly less.”

if hobie was in a cartoon, he’d have steam pouring out his ears. his stomach twists itself into sour knots, tighter and tighter he feels like he’s going to be sick. peter is saying something, words fading into the background of hobie’s thoughts, all screaming into the void about how inconsiderate you are. how careless, how selfish, how bratty.

“pete, i have to go.” his thumb smashes against the big red button on the keypad. everything in his body is blaring with the red alert of his ending patience. he’s been lenient, he thinks. only speaking to you when you’ve really done it for him. otherwise, he’s left you alone. sure, he told marco to stop letting you dog him and told you off for your behavior but none of that justifies something as cruel as this.

“what’s wrong? get some bad news?” you grin when hobie comes stalking up to you. something like a delightful chill runs down your back when you see just how unnerved he is. you’ve never gotten anyone to glare at you as hard as hobie is doing.

“we need to have a talk,” hobie says with his hand circling around your wrist, smoothed and evenly tanned from expensive skincare treatments and luxurious vacations out the country. he is prepared to ignore your whines about how he’s dragging you across the room but to his surprise, there is none.

other than the sounds of quiet huffs of annoyance, you’re compliant enough to follow him. your feet drag, moonboots scraping against the concrete flooring. the sound just irritates hobie more.

he pulls you behind the partitioned dressing stall, yanking the white linen closed across the metal curtain rod. the small space is a tight fit, boxy and barely enough room to fit two people. fortunately, hobie is lanky enough to squeeze anywhere, unaffected with the way you puff your chest to seem more intimidating than you are.

his arms are crossed ever so tightly over his chest and yours are planted over your hips. neither of you say a word to the other, staring each other down in a silent battle of dominance.

“did you get me cut down from the show?” hobie finally spits out. his blood is boiling and he doesn’t have the time to play this game with you.

“and if i did?” you snap back with a provoking swivel of your head. you jut your chin out, eyes examining him up and down. you’re wordlessly declaring how unserious you take him and his temper. “are you going to yell at me some more because that would be a huge mistake. you don’t even know how badly i could ruin your career.”

his hand slots over his face, the web between his thumb and pointer finger rubs against the bridge of his nose. each word that rolls out your mouth has his brain rattling. none of those are anything near remorse and he’s sick of you getting away with whatever you want. “are things not goin’ well for you at home? what is this about, hm? is this all to get attention or what?”

“excuse me?” you’re miffed, eyes nearly bulging out of your head.

“that’s how it goes with you lot, ‘innit? do somethin’ crazy for attention cause you’re not gettin’ it at home.” he looks down at you, not physically but emotionally, mentally. he pities you and your need to be the center of attention. that’s what this is, isn’t it? you must live a lonely lifestyle.

you take a step towards him. in the small box you’re confined, it’s more of a half step. your finger jabs against his chest, venom dripping into each word. “you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. don’t make assumptions and mind your own fucking business.”

if hobie was angry before, he’s fuming now. this is ridiculous. to be going back and forth with a little girl that doesn’t know how to mind her tongue and is telling him to stay out of her life. “oh, that’s real rich comin’ from you. like you didn’t go and meddle with how much i’m going to get paid for this.” he swats at your hand with enough force to have put pushed away from his chest and back to your side.

“oh, whatever. i’m not going to stand here and keep talking about this.” you roll your eyes, turning away to leave hobie standing here alone. you’re only able to reach for the heavy curtain, fingertips just ghosting the fabric before you feel hands at your waist, pulling you in until your back is pressed against the cold mirror. it rattles against the impact, wobbling and clanking in the metal that holds it together.

you find hobie merely inches away from your face. he invades all of your senses at once, breath smelling of spearmint and calloused hands fisting the loose sweater you sport. it’s buttery soft and worth every pretty penny.

you’re so pretentious.

“you don’t get to walk away from me. you wanted to run your mouth. keep runnin’ it.” hobie is close enough to smell the strawberry pound cake perfume on your clothes. the glitter of your cherry flavored lipgloss reflects in the light, pink and silver. he’s unhappy with the way you sneer at him.

“then we’re going to sit here in silence because i don’t want to talk to you about this, or anything, ever.” you turn your cheek to him and close your eyes to solidify your point.

hobie hooks his fingers under your chin and forced your attention, jerking your head back with enough shock to have your eyes popping open. a whine, mixed with an almost animalistic arousal and surprise slips through your closed lips, to your dismay. you did not mean to do that.

“what was that?” he asks, hand still pushing your lips together until your lips are pursed and pouty.

you wiggle in his hold, only inching farther up against the mirror until you’re standing on your toes in dire search of space. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

playing dumb is your only solace when he’s staring at you like this, scrutinizing your every move. his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, slow and heavy, as his thoughts race together. they all come to the same conclusion, a screeching halt at one verdict.

“needy thing, you are. should have known you’d want me to do somethin’ like this. gettin’ me all mad so i can push you against the wall like this.” he adjusts his grip. instead of holding you against the glass, he holds you in place, planted firmly in your spot.

you don’t notice the way your legs slide themselves apart but hobie does and he’s quick to take advantage of it. his hand darts down under the hem of the thick striped sweater, meeting the tight spandex of your safety shorts underneath.

there’s a moment of stillness where he gives you a moment to stop him, searching your eyes for any sign of reluctance or a squeak of displeasure but none comes. you simply watch him your chocolate colored eyes, darting between his attention and his lips, messily lined with a black liner.

“hm,” he scoffs with a handful of your shorts and tugs them down with a snap of his wrist. hobie is met with resistance from the friction of your thin, nearly sheer, black tights. “put up a fight for what?” his hand digs behind the waistband of your tights and panties to bury between your hot and sticky folds. he finds your clit, growing puffy from need and pinches it between his fingers.

the back of your hand comes pressed against your lips to swallow your whimper come the sound of shoes pattering across the dark gray flooring just outside the curtain. you’re reminded in that short span of a few seconds that you’re not the only ones in the establishment.

you only end up pressing both hands against your lips when he rolls the hardening bud between his thumb and pointer finger. it has your hips bucking in a fight to satiate your growing need for more.

“fuck you being so quiet for? where that mouth, hm? nothin’ to say now that i’m playin’ with your pussy like this?” hobie tilts his head, fingers continuing to toy with you until you’re soppy enough to have the pads on the tips of his digits pruning.

hobie swears he can hear the squelching when his fingers dip towards your entrance and smear more of your arousal on your already dripping cunt. each swipe of his fingers against your nerves draws another mewl out your body, almost against your will.

“s – shut up!” you slam your fist against his chest. your body reacts before your brain does, rolling your hips into his hand in an attempt to entice it to the more needier parts.

it works, but not in the way you’d think. hobie’s eye twitches, just barely. he pulls your shorts down to your ankles when another swift tug and digs his nails into the polyester fabric of your tights. it tears apart with a few pops. he yanks the seat of your thong to the side, securing it in place on the round globe that is one of your buttcheeks. “who are you talkin’ to?”

three melodies slaps to your cunt rings through the air in a continuous stream. they’re harsh and wet and leave you withering, standing up by the grace of your willpower. your legs shake with each impact, accompanied with a shriek and your hand flies to the wall to steady you.

“just won’t learn to shut your mouth, will you?” hobie grunts under the voices questioning that unusual sound, unbeknownst to them was coming from you.

you both listen to the “what was that” and the “i don’t know”, you with the roundest doe eyes hobie’s ever seen. you’re nervous, whirring the idea of getting caught around your head. it makes your heart pound but your skin flushes with a newfound warmth.

“i’m sorry,” you say in a hushed whisper. you’re hesitant, not too pleased to be admitting defeat but you have no other choice. not when hobie is experimentally one long finger past your folds.

it’s slender and deep, reaching crevices you didn’t know was possible. never have you never able to do it yourself, nor has any of your previous casual experiences. it has your head reeling back against the mirror. the part down the center your scalp leaves you rightfully balanced.

hobie finds that you suck him right in. you’re so annoying like that, catching an attitude when he doesn’t touch the places you like, only to be reduced to apologies and sweet whispers. “yeah, i’m sure you are.” he says with his finger pumping at an agonizingly slow pace. his goal is not to make you feel good, but to make room enough for another.

it’s enough to have to you mewling. your hips roll forward and your clit bumps against the rough callouses that is hobie’s palm. your hand lifts and falls on his shoulder. you wring his shirt in between your fingers under the fabric is strained in his grip.

he makes you feel small, the way hobie eyes bore into you. he swallows each and every sound you make with his loud presence, fogging your thoughts with the smell of his cologne. it irks you, how he’s knocked you off a few pegs until you’re below him.

“i hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth. “i hate you so much. you’re just a lowlife.” you’re grappling for power, even though you’re quite literally under him. hobie’s taken up so much of your space that you have to tilt your head up to him. he’s so close you can see the freckles dotted over his cheeks.

his lips curl in on themselves. his expression squints and squeezes until it’s full of scorn. “keep fuckin’ talkin’,” he shoves another finger next to the other, dripping in the sheen of your arousal. he snaps his wrists in an aggressive up and down manner, ripping a gasp out of you.

you’re getting loud with the stimulation of his fingers inside you. your body swivels in an infinite loop of needing more of him but being unable to take it. you’re grateful when hobie cradles your head into your chest to mute your moans.

his large hand engulfs the back of your head. despite his words, this hold and gentle and safe. there’s a very thin line hobie teeters between, acting as a decent human being and being so extremely pissed off with you. messing with his pay like this.

“mmmf . . .,” you hum against his toned chest. your mouth falls open with puffs of breath. you whine and whimper into him. you fall still at the impact of his fingers, jerking so quickly in you the mirror rattles in its clips. “oh my gosh. please, fuck –!”

your orgasm comes as a surprise to no one. you’d be blind to not anticipate it by to the way you mewl and moan at his attention. it builds up and up and up and —

hobie rips his hand away. he ruthlessly deprives you of the ultimate sense of pleasure. his pride swells when you are turned into nothing but a bundle of whines of displeasure and drool.

his lips curl into something of a sadistic grin, gleaming white incisors poking through the corners. he’s even more smug when you tilt your little head at him, eyes full of pitiful tears just threatening to spill over your eyelashes.

“hobie, please?” it’s unbelievable that you’re pleading with him, hands sliding down until they grasp the waistband of his sweats. “not being nice.” your lip trembles, the two-toned browned skin comes to tuck beneath your teeth.

“don’t deserve it,” hobie clutches your chin in between his fingers, thumb on one side, pointer on the other. “beggin’ me like this after givin’ me so much attitude.”

you look so dollike and sweet like this. finally, finally, docile and bending to his will. it didn’t take him long at all, just needed to give you some attention to calm you down.

he almost feels bad for you.

it’s not enough to stop him from dropping to his knees and lifting a soft, glowing thigh over his shoulder. he massages the skin with the pads of his fingers, kissing the inner of your leg while taking in the scent of your sex, tangy like a pineapple on a summer day. 

“forgot to take these offa’ you.” his lips ghost over the material of your underwear. hobie leaves it secured where it is as he continues his trek and ignores the pants of anticipation when he eventually reaches your puffy bundle of nerves. “just hold em’ if they slip, yeah?”

you hum in hushed agreement. your hands move on their own, entangling in the coils of his coarse locs. they dig in his scalp and pull at his hair. in response, hobie is tugged closer until his tongue is slotted against your leaking cunt.

he obliges without complaint, slurping at your juices with steadying your hip and the other keeping your leg hooked on his shoulder. it’s sloppy, the mix of saliva and arousal dribbling down his chin and leaving your inner thighs glistening.

your attempt to maintain your discreetness is weak. there’s always a squeak, squeal, or hum leaving your lips when hobie’s tongue digs deep in your crevices and rolls your hips against his lips.

he, for one, doesn’t care who just so happens to walk by at the wrong time or is careless enough to pull the stiff curtain back. he does know that you care, though, and is leaving it up to you. you want to remain “respectable” and “perfect”. that is your responsibility.

with each voice that draws nearer, you try to quell your noises, swallowing each sob that accompanies each shake or twitch of your body. your almost restrained like this, having to choke back a moan.

hobie is all too good at this, lapping at your cream like a starved man offered from the cornucopia of heaven. twice now, has his long tongue slipped past your folds and flattened over the puckered rim of your ass.

his lips wrap and suckle around your clit, leaving just enough space for the pad of his thumb to circle around to your entrance. it dips inside and pulls away with enough frequency to force a reaction, a confined gasp and whimper.

“hobie! fuck you’re so –” you yank his hair in all different directions, brain foggy and unable to truly comprehend anything. you’re just over the cusp of overwhelmed, jerking against him and unsure if you want more or are ready to tap out.

he only chuckles beneath you, pulling away from your nub with a pop. his fingers become buried in you again without warning. it happens with ease until they’re knuckle deep, despite your wordless protests when you’re unintentionally attempting to escape. “swear you make it so difficult, dolly. how hard is it to take it? hm?”

it’s not really a punishment, considering how much you like it. love it, even. enjoying it so deeply you’re sure your walls will mold into his shape. your chest rises and falls, representing the waves of pleasure crashing against your body. the tightening ball in your tummy returns, wrapping itself tighter and tighter. there’s a moment you fear you’ll be denied again when your body begins to physically curl in to itself, falling silent with an open mouth.

hobie only coaxes you by returning to being gentle kisses to your skin, breathing in your natural scent with the subtle hint of the strawberry scented perfume. it’s a shame you’re not as sweet as your smell, or even the sounds you make.

even now, when you’re shaking and drunk of pleasure, this is possibly the sweetest you’ve ever been. fucked out from his fingers alone and eyes rolling back, already. your little cunt squeezes out every drop of cum it possibly can, leaving your legs shaking and pushing his hand away from your sensitive parts. 

your voice is all breathy when you speak. “holy shit,” you finally find your strength to stand, licking your dry lips to dampen them. you turn your attention down to hobie, arrogantly smiling at you as he just shy of shoves your leg off his shoulder.

“don’t look at me like that.” you twist your expression until you’re scowling, puffing your cheeks.

hobie can’t take you seriously. even after he’s pulled your panties to the side, got you to shut up, and fingered you to oblivion, you’re still so very stubborn. “if you stopped talkin’ so much, so many more people would like you,” he runs his fingers his fingers up and down your legs.

“how about you shut the fuck up?”

“i’ll do you one better.”

it’s too bad you don’t notice the widespread sadistic grin across his face. hobie jostles you around by your hips until your turned and facing the mirror. your boobs feel the cold and exposing air when he pulls your sweater and bra up.

your eyes are wide as hobie maneuvers you like a doll, guiding parts of your body into certain positions. “what are you doing?” you ask him when he pushes down on your back until it’s arched. your legs are spread apart and your brown erect nipples are being rolled between his fingers. 

“what are you doing?” you say again, body squirming against both the mirror and hobie’s crotch. your cheek is forced against it because you’re too busy holding yourself up using the wooden bench attached to it. 

you receive no response except for the sound of fabric shuffling about. your limited vision gives view of hobie dropping his sweats and briefs far enough to get his dick out. your mouth automatically waters at the sight, thick and veiny. it’s almost angry, glistening with hobie’s arousal from just touching you. it’s fully erect and firm when it slaps against your pussy.

“you ask too many questions,” he says, just barely dipping his swollen tip past your folds. hobie gets a taste of your body this way. the warmth of your walls paired with the sopping wetness of your arousal. even down to the way you immediately react, he soaks it up.

he still finds you to be a bit mouthy. it’s almost as if you’re unaware your cheek in pressed against the mirror and your tits are dangling into the palm of his hand. the other one, free of your body, runs along your smooth skin.

you can feel the tips of his fingers ghost over you. from your position, there’s not much of a view, especially with the way you’re pressed and craned into this compact space. despite your agitation and resistance, you comply when he guides your body into the arch. the curve of your spine dips, causing the globe of your ass to lift and be pressed right against his lap

you huff in anticipation when you feel the tip of hobie’s dick press against your entrance.  you’re not going to lie to yourself and say that the stretch from just a few inches causes you to tense. it’s been a minute since the last time you were fucked to the fault of your relentless attitude, something you refuse to let go of.

you squeeze your face, contorting to display your displeasure. for a split second, you consider the idea that it won’t fit. you reach back for his stomach to push him off you, convinced you’re unable to make this happen. “mm-mm,” a hum leaves your lips, pressed tightly together. your eyes flutter close, wispy and dollike lashes brushing against your cheek.

“y’gotta relax, mama. you’re gonna be fine.” hobie clasps your hand in his, rather than allowing you to escape him. don’t get him wrong, he resents you but he isn’t an asshole. he doesn’t force his way in you, not completely anyway. hobie waits just until you’re soft enough to be molded like clay. only then does he thrusts his hips forward just enough to get you over the edge.

you shriek for a second and unintentionally dig your nails into hobie’s hand. you leave indents in your wake, balling your fist and turning your head into your elbow in an attempt to muffle yourself. it’s unexpected but the pain very quickly burns itself into pleasure.

you feel so full like this. you like to think you’d be perfectly content if hobie opted to not move and instead hold you like this but it’s not something you’d tell him.

“there you go.” you hear hobie say. he sounds conceited about it too, getting off on the image you give him. gasping and twitching and all he did was stick it in. “good fuckin’ girl.”

a mewl builds up in your throat but you swallow it. it’s worse enough he’s had to coach you to take him. you can’t already let him hear you like he’s bitching you. “. . . shut up.” it takes you a moment to work the words out, lids still closed and fist still clenched.

hobie scoffs. he rolls his own eyes. he doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand you. seven inches deep and you’re still giving him orders. like the near humiliation wasn’t enough to knock you down a few notches. shut up this and shut up that. is that all you can say?

“y’know, i’d be so much nicer if you didn’t act so terribly for no reason. what did i do to deserve this, hm?” his fingers dig into your skin, grasping and rubbing along whatever he can reach. your hips, your spine, the tops of your thighs.

your lack of response is taken as a sign of complacency. you didn’t know what to say because he’s right. hobie did nothing to deserve this but treat you like a normal human being.

heaven forbid.

he snaps his hips forward, eyes boring into the back of your head. hobie own face screws up in a display of pleasure. it’s nothing compared to the near scream that falls from your lips from his sudden action.

it’s unexpected. just as unexpected as his hands wrapping around your body, one stationed securely at your hip and the other sliding up your chest and gripping your throat. it’s firm, fingers swallowing the column with just enough force to maintain your position.

“look. look in the mirror and watch how i fuck you.” hobie cocks his head, thumb brushing across your jawline. the skin is soft and no doubt also attributed to your lifestyle. “i know you want it, cunt flutterin’ on me.”

the stubborn part of you can’t resist shaking your head in denial, despite the new gush of slick coating your thighs.

“no?” his tongue catches the fat of his lip and tucks it under his teeth. he supposes it’s fine, your instance of denying everything he says. he’s tired of talking, anyway. instead, he anchors you flush against him and draws his hips back. 

the relief is only temporary because hobie slams forward just as quickly as before. each thrust sounds off with a reverberating slap of skin. you barely hear it, too busy swallowing what moans build in your throat.

you’re forced to watch, tits jiggling in the mirror. you have no range to squirm. instead, your toes curl inside your shoes. your arms shake to hold yourself up, despite not needing to. hobie had you right where he wanted with no room to escape.

your head drops forward. your insides are on fire, filled to the brim with dick. it’s repetitive and knocks the wind out of your lungs with each stroke.

“please,” you sob, eyes filling with salty tears. they spill over your waterline and plop onto the bench in inaudible plinks! 

your pleas falls on deaf ears. instead, hobie lands two smacks on your ass. it heats under his touch and jiggles on impact. at first, the smacks serve as a warning but he can’t help but indulge for just a moment. the skin tints with an undertone of red with the more merciless spanks on your cheeks.

“please what?” hobie’s hand leaves the base of your throat and entangled in the length of your hair. he wraps it around his hand, only to tug it back until your head is lifted and he gets a clear view of your pretty brown eyes glossed over and blown out. “thought you didn’t want this. want me to stop?”

your mouth gapes open only to close without a word. you’re hesitant to respond, having no intention of asking him to pull out. you merely whine in desperation and wiggle your hips.

your reward for your decision is him sinking his cock into your tight pussy. it’s almost as if hobie didn’t pause to begin with. instead, his pace is vigorous. it’s constant pressure, merciless and bouncing you around from sheer force.

your hand flies to wall, almost banging against it in an effort to find purchase somewhere. anywhere you could possibly release the growing tension all over your body, particularly your core. “oh my gosh! oh my days!”

hobie yanks your head back even farther, nearly resting against his shoulder. again, does his fingers wrap around the base of your throat and steady you there. he’s lucky enough to catch your eyes roll back. in tandem, it’s difficult to miss the clench of your walls around him. 

“well shit, baby,” hobie says. his breath fans over your check. the smell of your pussy still lingers on his breath. it sends a small wave of embarrassment crashing over you but only for a minute. it’s drowned out by red hot lust burning your insides.

“you like that shit, don’t you?” it’s a warm whisper in your ear surrounded by grunts and wet kisses against your shoulder. “so fuckin’ wet. bet you can feel me nice and deep. tell me you like it, dolly. i want to hear you say it.”

his fingers brush against your clit and elicits a gasp. by now your legs shake, ready to collapse under your weight. “i – it’s so good. it’s so good, ‘obie. i like it so much. please! wanna cum.”

“too loud,” hobie mumbles, tongue dragging across the crevices off your collar. he resolves the issue by squeezing your cheeks together until they are forced in a pucker. he pushes his fingers past your lips and flatten against your tongue.

you let out a surprised choke, saliva pooling in your mouth. you’re unable to voice anything other than haggard breaths and hummed moans. you enclose your hand around his wrist. the other rests on his bare hip. not once do you resist or push him away. you solely dig your nails into his skin, chest heaving with each draw of breath.

“gonna cum, hm? gettin’ so tight, lovely. can feel that shit, like you’re gonna snap me in half.” hobie slide his fingers farther down the slope of your tongue until you’re nearly gagging.

you manage to hum a “mm-hm”, drool gurgling and spilling down your chin. you can imagine the image you’re giving, filthy and desperate, but it’s the least of your concerns with each thrust and caress of your clit.

he doesn’t have to give you permission, doesn’t have to tell you when you can. hobie doesn’t want to. he’d much rather push you to the edge, rubbing your clit in quick circles. they compliment the jerk of his dick against that spot that has you spurting your watery cum. had his fingers not been down your throat, there’s no doubt the air would be thick with soundy whimpers.

behind you, hobie does the unexpected. he’s quick to push you forward, pulling out with a quiver. he whines, whines when shooting thick ropes of cum over your asscheeks. you get a faint glimpse of him pumping out every drop with a tight hand wrapped around the shaft.

it’s mesmerizing, the scrunched up face he makes when he cums. it’s been you who’s had the lower hand and been watched with curious eyes. for a brief moment, it’s your turn.

your turn to watch hobie stare at the mess he’s made over your skin. you think he’s going to leave you at that but instead he lowers himself down and eagerly laps it up.

your eyes widen at the sight. he could have figured out any other way clean you up and chose the most explicit, massaging your hips with each drag.

“hobie . . .” you’re at a loss for words, torn between telling him it’s unnecessary and too amazed to stop him.

“are you going to say your sorry?” he’s kneeling now, turning you around until you’re facing him. hobie looks up at you, almost innocent-like. had he not been making his way to suckle at your cunt, maybe he would have been.

you lurch away, far too sensitive to handle another round, right now.

“relax, mama. jus’ tryna clean you up. promise.” he presses a relaxing kiss against your inner thigh until you’re soft in his hands again. “are you sorry or what?”

you consider the position you find yourself in now and in the previous minutes. your cheeks flush when the weight of your actions come crashing down and your hands, resting on his shoulders, are reluctantly drawing back. “are you going to use this against me?” a chill runs down your spine when his tongue smooths over your folds.

hobie’s eyebrows knit together. he’s perplexed you’d think that of him. “oh, absolutely not. i’m not you. jus’ got tired of it. so are you sorry or not?”

you’re prepared to answer, mouth gaping open before you’re interrupted by a knock on the other side of the curtain, probably on what little solid surface there is.

“if you guys are done uh, fighting, everyone else is ready to go.”

hobie is far more composed about this than he is. “ ‘kay,” he says, eyes never leaving yours. his question, unanswered, still lingers. the only thing that’s changed is that he’s now standing and putting his clothes back on, waiting for your response. “i’m willing to put this all behind us if you just apologize. you have no idea what you’ve just done and i can’t expect you to understand and doubt that you’ll fix what you’ve done, but can you at least say you’re sorry?”

your shift your weight, gathering the different articles of your clothing and pulling them on your body. it’s difficult in this small space with him but you manage. “i dunno. you were kinda mean so —“

“ ☆ , i’m serious.” he catches you with a heavy gaze. for once, there’s no hint of anger. he’s being sincere with his hurt and you can’t deny the guilt you’re filled with. “you messed everything up so bad. you’re strong, you’re powerful, you can do what you want, whatever. i don’t care. i just need you to understand that i deserve an apology.”

you adjust the sweater on your body to avoid the tension in the air. there’s truly no way out of this. just you two in this room, him expecting an apology after bending and breaking your body. “i’m . . . sorry. you’re right, i guess. i’ll figure out how to undo it.” your voice only gets quieter and quieter with each word, putting your feet back into your boots.

it’s embarrassing and odd, apologizing. you can’t think of the last time you’ve done so and honestly don’t believe you would have if he hadn’t taken such methods to get it out of you.

oddly enough, it’s silent. you’re too cagey to meet hobie’s eyes and even while fully dressed, you’re stalling leaving the space.

it takes him a moment to speak as well, sighing to release what emotions he still carries about the situation. “thank you. if you fix it, i’ll stay out of your life. we’ll finish our job and never see each other again. i won’t talk about what happened to anyone and i’m sure you can manage to keep whatever you want between whoever is here. deal?”

your stomach twists into knots and fills with distaste. for what? you don’t know. you can’t put your finger on it but you find yourself nodding anyway.

what else can do you? disagree and risk the industry finding out what risky behavior you participated in? risk blemishing your reputation and have the public label you a whore?

“okay. deal.”

your response is satisfying enough for hobie to leave after patting your shoulder. presumably, that’ll be the last time you interact so personally but that’s not an assumption you think you like.

[lee-minhoe]

hi mel my bias twin <333 here to love jaemin!!! even though these are all things we've discussed before haha

ahh where do i begin. my favorite thing about him? how do i choose a single thing? his smile, displaying various moods and subtleties. his hands, firm and masculine but delicate and expressive. his build, i mean we talk about it constantly. where.. just.... when on earth did it happen? not complaining though. ;) his introverted personality. yes, he has his loud, look-at-me moments, but in a natural setting, he doesn't unnecessarily overexert himself. love that for him. go baby give us nothing. relax. please continue to sit on your phone in the corner i don't need fake enthusiasm 24/7. as long as i see your lil casual self in the corner of a video by yourself just chilling scrolling through your phone i'm good. <3333

when i knew he was my bias??? nct 2020, resonance pt 2, he had just dyed his hair black. now, jaem has always been Up There on my list, always at least top 5, but resonance pt 1 shot him to number 2 and then he dyed his hair black. now he is my number one, or really my only lol. but yeah, that was what did it. the black hair. which ultimately leads me into my favorite looks lmao. his black hair will alwayssssss be top tier for me! i don't care what color he does, black will always top it. blue is a close second, but a maintained, icy blue, like ridin era.

my favorite verse has to be his first verse in dreaming, the short little melody of his! he isn't the best vocalist i know but that line made me so proud of him when i first heard it. he did great, he delivered that sound well, and i wish there was more of that sound from him.

i would love to see him book more solo modeling gigs, especially a fashion week! (would have loved a nomin duo at nyfw) he's obviously proved he can work a camera, so i'd love to see him land some more shoots and maybe one day work a runway. i would also love for him to take a nap, specifically on a flight to new york, and then another nap in my bed with me. idk just a thought.

to finish this off, jaemin is so great and contributes so much and his friends love him and i am very tired of people writing him off because he isn't a vocalist. <333 he is trying his best and working so hard and he deserves the world and i hope he is happy and healthy and eating well and sleeping well and taking time to himself here and there and is not pushing himself and i hope his back is feeling well and that he gets to see his family soon and that he continues to be his true unbothered self. <33333 (sorry i didn't realize how long this had gotten lmao)

NIKKI I SMILED SO MUCH READING THIS i was literally like

(to top it off i was listening to last in love by junggigo as i read this lol it sounds like a kdrama ost and really set the mood)

before i address anything in this love letter, i must comment on your writing haha it flowed so smoothly and was such a joy to read <3 it was like poetry for my soul

alright so first you mentioned his smile....his smile is one of my favorites, it's such a sweet smile and could bring world peace

that last picture leads me to his build that you mentioned...

this suddenly appeared overnight and no one knows when it happened but nobody is complaining ;))

i absolutely love when he gives us nothing and sits in the corner scrolling on his phone, and i love when they'll film a 30 minute video and he doesn't say one word at all lol like yes don't force yourself to do anything if you don't want to <33

oh man black hair jaem was really a time, i think that solidified his spot in my top ults too

his verse in dreaming is so nice <3 he's maybe objectively not the best vocalist but his voice is sweet!! i also personally love when he does those lazy raps (like in my youth, and im sure some other ones im forgetting right now off the top of my head), i think he does those really well because of his deep voice and the way he does it lazily (not in a bad way)

I WOULD DIE IF WE GOT A JAEMIN RUNWAY but i too would love to see him get more solo modeling gigs <3 like when he did the W korea photoshoot last year?? chefs kiss!! i would also be interested to see him do kdramas in the future if he wants to hehe i think he would do well (and certainly has the looks for it too). i hope for you that he books that flight to new york ;D

your last paragraph sums up my feelings as well, and i think it is fitting because jaem seems to have a similar attitude towards life as well of like, i'm gonna do my best and work hard and enjoy life but not push myself too hard and make sure to take care of myself <3 and i love that about him <3 (and semi related but....i think lee know seems to have a similar life attitude as well which i will mention in my lee know love letter 😉)

tell me why you love your bias!

[nightstim]

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[nyashykyunnie]

Sung Jinwoo x Introvert Reader

A/N: I saw hcs of Jinwoo with this type of s/o so I thought abt making my own version:3

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 002✦ ┆・

“Oh, this is my lov—”

“Babe, why are you hiding in my shadow?”

Well he’s tall so you need to make use of it and part of that is turning him into a hiding spot againt humans.

Humans are disgusting, SHIELD JINWOO FTW /j

He isn’t much of a talker but boy do you amuse him with how desperate you are in escaping socializing. You will yeet away by ALL MEANS NECESSARY. (Dw he comes in for the rescue anyway)

You one time asked if you can just be like his shadows. Jinwoo was so shooketh he stared at you for a period of time before desperately saying: “Babe, babe no. Just no babe.”

Sometimes you make his brain spasm. Rip Jinwoo. But hey’s he’s a simp so he doesnt complain.

He may or may not have a proud moment one time realizing how it’s only him who knows your true colors. Whatever that secret side of you is that only he knows— Man’s just so proud he has a stupid grin on his handsome face **FRUSTRATED NOISES AND SLAPS JINWOO FOR BEING HANDSOME**

He honestly really loves that you lean to him whenever you are anxious. It just shows you trust him a lot that he is the first person you cling onto when you feel threatened. 

Jinwoo sometimes gets into a daze when you do while his hand instinctively pulls you in. When the big boi gets it together he softly rubs your arm /or waist (Whatever tf he can reach with ur height idk) and then he pecks you, whispering gently; “I’m here, dont be scared. Wanna go somewhere else?”

When he’s at work igris, Bellion, and Beru are protecting you, they are skery bois and they shall sker anyone that dares approach their king’s lover. Sometimes Iron is there too, Iron is a clown we love clown Iron.

Sometimes he adds more soldiers if you want to pet them.

His soldiers are your puppies, each of them want your attention hueheheheh. you may be an introvert but CANNOTTT resist these lidol bebes (Shush, we dont talk abt them in battle keep ur mouth shut)

He is always there whenever you are overwhelmed by everything else. He’ll bring you to a quiet place and soothe you there.

Jinwoo would place you on his lap, strong arms embracing you close. Hs embrace is tight but not so tight that you are hurt, just enough to let you know your beloved knight in shining armor is protecting you. He will hum with his lips on your hair and rocking back and forth.

After you calm down, PREPARE FOR THE ALMIGHTY SUNG JINWOO KITH FEAST.

Your hair, your cheeks, your nose the corner of your eyes, under your eyes, the edge of your lips— He will kiss your whole face with sweet kisses. 

If he hears you break into a soft giggle he chuckles along with you and then pulls you even closer to his chest.

Do you hear his heartbeat? It beats for you.

Oh how he just wants to coo at you, ur so precious his heart goes hNGHGHHHH

He will always protect you.

Sung Jinwoo is the world’s strongest hunter and the shadow monarch.

What use are those fancy titles if he cant protect you—

You who is his everything, you who makes him smile even in your littlest ways, may it be stupid or not— Sung Jinwoo loves you and he will cherish you.

He is not only strong for his family and the rest of the world...

But for you. So do keep that in mind<3

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —!  stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[big-tiddy-bi]

Y’all I have another idea for an undertale fic

If you want to write this please do

but send me a link when it’s posted

So we have the main 10 boys all living together outside the city/large town right and they each meet a cutie,

Sans meets his cute human while at the park with frisk. The humans dog just runs up to frisk and that’s how they meet

Blue and papyrus meet theirs at an arcade, maybe they team up for laser tag against some mean people. Instant friends

Red meets his on the street, some ahole insults him and be for he can respond a human stands up for him. the ahole insults they way the human is dressed so red and human team up to verbally destroy this ahole.

Mutt was at the art store when a cute human asked him if he could get them something from the top shelf. They get to talking they show each other their art, and get coffee

Stretch was in line at a book signing. He and the person in line behind him start to talk about the books they like and after they get their books signed they exchange numbers

Black goes to a small bakery/coffee shop to review it for his surprisingly popular food blog. The owner’s adult kid (who runs the shop part time for their parents) is super sweet just like the food. Black knows that they are being genuine from his years in the Guard. The food is great and he soon becomes a regular. He didn’t day dream about what their life together would be like while drinking the coffee they gave him what are you talking about.

Edge runs into his at the pet store. He brought doomfanger so that the cat could pick out its own clothes. The little matchmaker that he is doomfanger jumps of edge and walks along the shelf’s so it can curl up around the neck of this poor human who just wants to get some food for their dog and other pets. Edge begrudgingly becomes friends with the human because if doomfanger likes them there has too be a reason.

Ht sans and papyrus (idk what nicknames to give them) meat them when they spot an angelic human in a clearing in the woods having a picnic with their dog, the human sees them but instead of being scared the human instead invites they to sit and eat. The human follows the law of “if the dog likes a person they are good, never trust a person a dog doesn’t trust” so sense they dog wasn’t scared of these two giants they shouldn’t be either.

The joke is basically that the cute person is the same person for all of them but they don’t realize this for far to long.

Y/N dresses differently depending on the mood or the occasion.

(I felt like this part was cringing, but in a bad way so it’s gone)

Black talking about his brother mutt? The y/n just thinks it’s a common monster name

Red complains about some “orange bastard” and his “shitty romance books”? The humans like reds not talking about stretch, why would he be plenty of people like the colors orange and like romance books

They only find out when one of them invites there friend over for game night (blue and papyrus knew all along but they thought not telling anyone would be funny. They were correct)

Then you got another problem. If all of them have a crush on the same person who gets to date the human? High jinks ensue.

No sadness…unless 👀 but that is up to you if you write it. I might but that has like a 99.999999999999999371% chance of not happening

All spelling errors are unintentional and I didn’t reread this it’s just a stream of consciousness sorry

[smashboxgirl26]

i heard shoji HEADCANNONS??? I’VE BEEN SUMMONED ‼️ here are a few I made up on the spot >:)

- he spends like 30 minutes a day working with hair gel to make his hair spiky and cool because HOW ELSE WOULD IT JUST BE THAT WAY? and if you compliment his hair he’ll just <3 melt <3 but not SHOW that he’s melting inside but he definitely is internally

- he has trouble finding outfits that fit his body style, so if he talks to you about it, you suggest that you both design some on paper together! so if you like drawing, the two of you can design outfits and cool clothes together for him together !!

- god he’s up there with izuku in that he would be the best listener. since he’s usually quiet, he would love to listen and give calm, sound advice in situations that you ask for it. we all know he’s a gentlemen, so I KNOW he would be an amazing advice giver :)

THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE AHHHHAMSKSNNSNS I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU’LL WRITE!!!! 😌💞💞💞

shoji mezou x gn! reader a/n: BRUH I ASKED FOR LIKE ONE HEADCANNON NOT A WHOLE GODDAMN STORY LINE ALSDFLDSFJDSKF But literally can’t write this as one thing without it being like a whole-ass long story (bc im just a perfectionist) SOOO I WROTE IT IN THIS WEIRD IDK KINDA STYLE

Ok, ok, see, imagine Shoji and a reader who’s a designer - meeting when Shoji’s manager finally convinces him to focus more on his public image. He’d never really cared about it up until then, and never thought of it as important.

He begrudgingly makes an appointment and asks for you to meet him at his agency, writing it down in his calender before seemingly forgetting until the day of.

But in you walk, confident and poised - seemingly the exact opposite of Shoji - and at first he’s scared of you.

He wasn’t a fool to the way people were biased against him, the stares he got when he was on patrol, why he wasn’t in the top ten despite having extremely high rescue numbers.

What if you don’t like him? What if he’s too difficult to style for? What if he’s too scary for you?

And even though his mind is rushing when you introduce yourself, he still scrambles out a polite hello and a nod - before noticing that you didn’t, in fact, think he was scary or too difficult to work with.

In fact, you even complimented him on his hair and the way it went with his image - which he muttered out a thank you to, but could barely breathe under his mask from the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

Staying distracted from trying not to show how flustered he is, he doesn’t notice until you’ve laid out all your sketches on the table to show him what your initial ideas are. They’re all prettily drawn - colored and all - showcasing him in different attire for not just hero work, but also formal events, meetings outside of patrol, and even casual wear.

“I know that it’s probably harder for you to find clothes sometimes, so I thought I could do more than just hero stuff. And since you are working on your entire brand, I thought you wouldn’t mind some suggestions for what to wear in case of public spottings,” you look towards him nervously.

“It’s perfect,” he smiles, and you see the way his eyes crinkle above his mask.

- - - - - - - - -

As time moves on, and the two of you continue to work together - your feelings for each other become more apparent (though the other never seems to notice). It leads to almost dates at coffee shops and cafés, all in the name of working together somewhere outside of the stuffy offices you’re both confined to for, what seems like, most of the day.

Your meetings are regular, and there’s never a dull moment when pro-heros’ costumes are continuously ripped to shreds - and shoji loves to hear you complain about working for his colleagues.

“I swear to god that Deku,” you mumble under your breath as you sketch furiously. “This is the third costume he’s destroyed this month. And I can’t just make a bunch and send them to him whenever needed - the whole thing is custom ordered to go with his support gear so I have to contact the company for new gear. Not to mention his mask is hand-stitched by me. It took me so long the first time and he destroyed it in three days.”

“He’s always been like that,” Shoji leans back in his chair with a smile. “In UA, I think it was worse. I’m pretty sure his costume was remade about a hundred times before he graduated.”

“Try 500,” you smirk at him. “I asked.”

Shoji’s eyes widen at that, and he watches as you start giggling before turning your notebook around to show him your new sketch.

“It’s for the Gala,” you explain. “I thought you might need something new for this one.”

The design is sleek and modern, cut to pair perfectly with the theme this year. And you even included his specifically styled hair in the drawing, a little arrow pointing to it that says “tentacole’s really cool hair” with a smiley face.

Shoji chuckles to himself before he looks up to see the excitement that rose to your face out of anticipation.

“So…. what’d you think?”

“I…” he pauses, staring at the drawing again with a furrow in his eyebrows. “I think you should make another one.”

Your face falls as you attempt to mask your disappointment. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you reach for the paper. “I’ll design something better then-”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he interrupts. “Design something for yourself. I think you should come with me and see the fruits of your labor on display.”

“Really?” your eyes light up with a smile.

“Of course.”

[keokomi]

teen romance.

in which waking up for school isnt so bad anymore. ( or, i go ham with highschool! au. )

diluc, kaeya, albedo, xiao, childe ( separate ) x gn! reader.

warnings: fluff !! short drabbles! mentions of blood + bruises ( childe ). i use pretty as genderneutral but idk if it counts :(

diluc ragnvindr.

the scary student council president that most of your classmates find intimidating until you bump into him and he's extremely awkward but overall really nice !! ( and extremely pretty. )

offering to tie/braid his hair while he works wasnt that bad of an idea, your hands twirling and playing with the red locks is far too calming for him to admit. its as if all the stress and tension melts away and soon enough, hes fast asleep. he'll complain about not finishing a bit, but he's never said no whenever you ask, so he'll just have to catch up on his student council work another time.

kaeya alberich.

kaeya's trying to pester, or what he calls "charm" you into busting him out of detention for the week. sadly, you are both unsuccessful, and it honestly just landed you both into more detention, but he tries to make it better, because atleast he's stuck with you !!

flings badly folded paper planes at you with notes like "ur cute ;) ", please ignore how he accidentally hit you in the face with some of them. he's literally trying everything to make you smile. there is a point where it can get competitive, but if you send paper planes back at him, or hell, if you just smile at one of them, he can die happily.

albedo.

pretty seatmate !! he asks if you'd be the subject for an art assignment he has after class ( which is a complete lie, the art club doesn't have any assignments this week! ) albedo really just wants an excuse to talk to you more.

you tried to sit still, and it was going well for a few hours, until he asks you to move a bit and you dont reply because you were staring at him. art takes time, but with how pretty you look, giggling and attempting to smudge paint across his cheek, maybe he doesn't want to finish the painting, just so he can do this with you all over again.

xiao.

he catches you looking through the door window into the music room and venti invites you in. perks up when he says you've been wanting to learn an instrument and although hesitant, he asks if you'd like to learn the electric guitar.

xiao stands behind you, one hand hovering over your waist, the other moving between each chord. he's far too warm behind you, its hard to focus. you're messing up on the strumming, but hearing xiao's quiet humming and breathy laughs whenever you both mess up is worth all the embarrassment. he would rather die than admit to staring at your concentrated face from the side, despite the constant teasing he'd receive if his bandmates were here, especially the blush coloring his face up to his ears. encore?

childe.

is waltzing into the nurses office with a bloody nose and bruised knuckles. looking for you specifically, despite more qualified assistants already there. he can only give you a boyish grin when he spots you at the back. the other nurses find it bothering that he only comes to get treated by his " best friend " but dont have the heart to point it out.

he sits happily on the foot of the bed, a soft smile on his face despite you pulling on his ear and scolding him, " you're supposed to be treating me! not hurting m– ow >:( " yet he doesn't even flinch when you're putting antiseptic. its quiet, weirdly quiet, you finish only to be greeted by an uncharacteristically soft smile. its then he says your forgot something, " you forgot to kiss it better" . he prides himself on the blush on your cheeks and sometimes you wonder if he gets hurt just to see you.

p.s. : IM A SUCKER FOR HIGHSCHOOL/ MODERN AUS I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL FIGHT ME !1!1! also the scenario for xiao was bc of this one tiktok couple !! ill try to find them later

© keokomi — do not repost, translate, etc.