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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: What Kind of Music Do You Like? [1]

Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I hold my glasses out in front of me, using the light fixture above to see any smudges on the lenses.

Frowning, I pull my sleeve over my hand and wipe the left lens, then lift it up to the light again.

No matter what I do, they can never be smudge-free.

I don't normally wear my glasses-- they're a last resort-- but I'm out of contacts and I don't have the money to get more. So these will have to do for now.

I'm startled out of my minor frustration by the sound of Sally Face's reverberating laugh in the living room. His video must have played randomly because one of Ash's old Youtube videos was playing just minutes ago.

The sound of his laugh, no matter how beautiful it may be, makes me want to punch a hole through my wall. Makes me want to stomp my foot like a child. Throw my TV over the balcony.

It makes me want to physically release all of the hurt he's caused-- but, it shouldn't hurt this much. It's not like I ever really got to know the guy, his words shouldn't affect me.

It must hurt more because he's hot.

Sighing at myself, I walk back into the living room, fixing the frames of my glasses on my face until they feel comfortable. It's nice to see clearly.

My phone begins ringing, making irritation flare up within me again. I pause, pinching my lips together as I make a b-line for my kitchen, snatching my phone off of the counter.

I've spent my morning watching Ash kick ass at Among Us, joined by Larry, Todd, and unfortunately, Sally Face. So, to say the least, I've had mixed feelings. I've caught myself staring at Sally Face's hands every few minutes and I have to snap myself out of looking any harder. Everywhere his hands go, my eyes follow.

When he runs his veiny hand through his soft-looking cerulean hair, fixing his fringe. Or when he loses a game and leans back in his chair, huffing out a breath and throwing his arms behind his head. It always gives me a pretty view of his neck, showing off light scars on his jaw.

And my favorite part of that losing position of his? It definitely has to be the tattoo of a shattered sword on the side of his neck. Every glimpse of it makes my mouth water and I forget to fight the losing battle of doing my best to fucking look away.

I bite my bottom lip, groaning in aggravation as I finally answer my phone. Lifting it to my ear, I answer with a harsh, "Hello?" as I push the bridge of my glasses up my nose.

"Damn! Someone piss in your cheerios this morning, y/n?" It's Ash, and she's as chirpy as ever.

It's not her fault Sally Face is a prick.

Sighing, I put the tips of my fingers on my forehead and close my eyes, "Yea, babe," I murmur sarcastically. "The pisser in question happens to be your awful excuse of a friend."

I hear Ash suck in a quick breath before she hisses, a clear sign that she forgot all about the crappy things Sally Face said in her last video. "True..." she forces out, her voice delicate, soft, and quiet. Like she thinks she's in trouble.

"Seriously," I say, pacing the tiled floors of my kitchen. "Where the hell did you find this guy?"

Ash smacks her lips on the other end of the line. "Well," she starts gently. She stays quiet as a little mewl filters through the phone call.

I furrow my brows, pausing my pacing. "Did you get a cat?" I ask. Ash is definitely a cat person, but I never expected her to actually get one.

"Um," her voice quivers. "Not exactly--"

I can hear another muffled voice in the background, but I can't make out what the person says. Then, there's shuffling and crackling. I tilt my head confusedly as a quiet and distressed, "Hey!" can be heard from my friend.

Is Ash seeing someone?

"Well, if it isn't the infamous y/n!"

My eyes widen and my phone almost slips out of my hands.

"I've heard that you watch our videos. I'm sure you're pretty livid about what I said during our last Call of Duty stream, and everyone agrees that I owe you an apology." Sally Face's pompous, attractive voice has me in a chokehold. I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue-- for something to happen. Hopefully, Ash just takes her phone back.

His voice sounds similar to his videos, but it's a little different hearing him in real time over a phone call.

To say the least, there's a blush on my cheeks and I'm unsure of whether I should hear him out or not.

I release a shuddering breath in response to staying as stiff as a board and previously refusing to breathe-- and to that, Sally chuckles. "But I literally have nothing to apologize for. All I'm doing is speaking the truth. I'm sure you understand, right, y/n?" He says.

My eyes narrow for a fraction of a second as an annoyed smile quirks my lips. This asshole doesn't deserve my time and he sure as hell doesn't deserve my attention.

Instead of entertaining his bullying, I laugh. It's not the prettiest, but it surely is the most psychotic laugh to ever leave my lips. I'm sure he catches my drift at first, but he only laughs back.

It's a beautiful sound. Regardless, it matches the chaos that I put into my own laugh, so it shuts me up immediately. His laugh falls off into a sigh. "Nice talking to you. Hopefully this is the last time. You've left me pretty unimpressed. So, here's Ash!"

I stand still, silent and fuming as Ash's voice suddenly grows louder. Sounds like she's bitching at Sally, and rightfully so. I hear a string of cuss words and growls-- the best that a human can do, of course-- leave her lips before she finally picks up the phone with a huff.

"I'm so sorry," she starts breathlessly. "I have no fucking clue what his problem is. He's normally... honestly... a pretty quiet guy."

I snort, unamused as I wiggle my nose to adjust my glasses-- damn these things-- and answer Ash. "I'm sure he's quiet. Oh, yea. That's completely believable." I say sarcastically.

A quiet guy? That is the most bullshit claim I have ever heard in my life. Sally Face is rotten to the core, a bully, and downright disrespectful. He can be as beautiful as he wants; that doesn't make up for his shit personality. "Put him on a fucking leash." I seethe.

Ash sighs, and then a door closes in the background. "Yea, I've been thinking about buying a muzzle for Christmas. Once was already enough, but twice is really getting out of line."

It's quiet for a moment. I don't know what to do or say.

Clearly, Ash and I are on the same page when it comes to Sally's behavior. Doesn't make it right, but at least I'm not alone.

"Anyway," she says sweetly. "I called you to ask how you're doing? We text all the time but I haven't called in like a week. You know I have to hear your voice at least once a week or I'll lose my mind."

I giggle at her statement, starting to feel a little better. Sally can't dictate my feelings anyway. "I'm doing okay, Ash. I'm about to head to work though." Speaking of, I grab my uniform from the kitchen counter and start making my way to my bathroom. "Need to put food on the table."

Ash hums in agreement. "Is the money thing getting easier? Maybe you should look for a different job, y/n. That diner doesn't deserve you."

I shrug, a bit bashful. Ash is the only person I've ever talked to about me and dad's financial problems. "The diner really isn't bad, Ash. They're good to me. I'm just... underpaid."

"So you're still in the same boat?" She sighs helplessly.

"I mean... pretty much," I wince as I admit the obvious. I hate making people worry about me, but I can't lie to my best friend. "If I had more job opportunities, I'd take it. I want to make more money. Dad deserves it. I'd like to get a paycheck, pay all my bills and shop, and not have to cry over my empty bank account once it's all done. You know?"

"Oh, I know, babe. Do you want me to send a couple hundred over? You know I don't mind." Ash generously offers, much like she does anytime we talk about money.

I decline immediately. "No, Ash. That was a one time thing. I still greatly appreciate it, but I was really in a mess that time. I'm a lot more careful now. But thank you, I appreciate it so much. You have no idea." I panic a bit, word-vomit seeping from my mouth before I can stop it.

"Of course," she says. I can almost hear the worry and frown in her voice. It's quiet for a bit before she speaks again, this time her words are a little more enthusiastic. "Why don't you start streaming?"

I'd never considered it before. When I think of making more money, a college degree comes to mind. It opens up a world full of opportunities that I can choose from. I can live and work and just be. But college isn't in the near future either, especially because I don't have the money for it.

But streaming could get me more money right now. You know, if I were to go viral and gain some traction, that is.

In reality, it's a gamble. But the good thing is that I won't lose anything just by trying.

"Do you really think I could, Ash?" I ask, holding my phone to my left ear with both hands.

A fresh wave of hope-- of excitement-- that I haven't felt in a few years makes my heart race.

Doing something like this makes me nervous. Being so well known. Having people recognize me. Knowing that I'll have to live up to certain standards with people watching my every move and judging every little bit of me is horrifying.

But it's an opportunity to make a difference in my life. I think it might be worth it.

"Of course you can do it, y/n! And you will! You're talented, you love games, and you are gorgeous. I know I haven't seen a picture of you since you were, like, seventeen-- but you can only get prettier. The looks are a plus, but your personality in general is so kind. The world will love you." Ash's voice is so melodic and excited as she speaks. It really starts to excite me too.

I do love games, but my personality isn't that amazing. It could be better. It needs... a lot of improvement. But Ash thinks I'll do well, so it can't be that bad. But my looks? That's different.

"Okay," I say softly. Ash squeals immediately, but I cut her off. "I don't want my government name on the internet though. And I don't want anyone to see my face." I pause, biting my lip and pacing across my living room floor. "Can we do that?"

"Of course we can! You'll be just like Sally Face--"

"Don't even get me started on that fucking guy," I bite out, feeling my face grow hot with rage all over again.

"You're right-- I'm sorry," Ash says, but she's still as excited as she was moments ago. "We need to get you on social media. You'll have to create a new, separate email account that can't be traced back to you with your name or anything. And then we'll make a Twitch account for you and finally get you on Discord!" Ash takes a deep breath, a happy squeal leaving her once again.

I laugh, trying to fight off the huge smile on my face when my cheeks start to hurt. But I'm just as excited, so I don't fight too hard. "We'll do all of that," I tell her, holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder as I start to shimmy out of my sweatpants. I reach over for my stockings and ugly red skirt, starting to put them on. "What name should I go by?"

"Hm," Ash starts thinking. "Well, how have you been feeling lately? I find that creative nouns can sometimes be pretty good names."

One word comes to mind. And the instigator of that feeling is the one and only Sally Face.

"Violent," I say immediately. "I've been feeling violent."

Ash is quiet for a moment. "Ooooookay," she says softly, her tone a little odd. She seems to shake off my noun, as she put it, and asks me another question. "What about colors? What color do you like?"

Shrugging, I pull my phone from my ear and place it on my bathroom counter, putting the call on speaker. I take my glasses off and lay them next to my phone. "I mean... I like purple? I guess? Like, if I had to pick."

My uniform shirt is all black with the diner's logo on the left. It's probably one of the ugliest uniform's I've ever had to wear in my life. But what am I gonna do about it, right? Like always, I pull the shirt over my head and tuck it into my skirt.

"So purple and violent. Purple. Violent..." Ash mumbles to herself. I smile at the way she works through things.

"I've got it!" She says after a moment, her excitement becoming apparent once again. "Violet Violence! It sounds so badass and it totally sets you up with a nickname! It's perfect."

I tilt my head, mulling over the name. It is pretty cool. I like it. "Cool," I chirp as I pull my hair into a low ponytail. "I love it! Thanks, Ash."

"Anytime, honey bunny! What time do you get off of work?" She asks.

I check the time on my phone. It's ten thirty in the morning and my shift starts at eleven. "I won't be back until late." I frown. "We may have to wait to set everything up until next Tuesday."

I really don't want to wait, but my shifts leave me exhausted. It's just... going to have to wait.

"Hear me out, then," Ash says, her voice telling me she's a little nervous but insanely excited nonetheless. "I can create all of your new accounts for you, make a list of every platform that you're on, then send you all of those accounts and your usernames and passwords?"

My heart swells with love. Ash is just so sweet, and I'm so thankful to have such a wonderful friend like her. I don't know what I did to deserve this friendship, but I certainly will never give it up. I'm so incredibly grateful for this.

"That would mean the world to me, Ash," I breathe. "Are you really okay with doing that?"

"Of course, I am," she says sweetly. "I'd do anything for you. And either way, it's just creating the accounts. When you have some free time, you can set them up and organize them however you want. We can link your bank accounts to them. And then you and I can start streaming together!"

"Ash, you'd stream with me?" I ask quietly, my heart ready to burst through my chest at this point. If I stream with Ash, it's likely that I'll really start gaining a fanbase out of this.

"Well, duh! I wouldn't tell you to start streaming if you'd be doing it without me."

I laugh softly, shaking my head. "Of course you wouldn't. Thank you so fucking much, Ash. You have no idea how much this means to me. I really love you."

"Awe!" Ash coos. "I love you more! I can't wait to start working with you, my dearest friend!"

I smile, tears welling in my eyes. I can't tell if it's because I'm excited or just so touched, but there's a little bit of both for sure. "I look forward to working with you, babe. But, hey, in the meantime, I really have to go." It takes me a few minutes to get to work and I'd rather get there early.

"Oh, shoot! Yea, I'll talk to you later and update you on all your social media," Ash says as I grab my bag and walk out of my door, closing and locking it behind me.

"Alright, sounds good and thanks again!" I grin as I start speed-walking to the elevators. "Love you!"

"I love you more, gorgeous!" Ash squeals, making a kissing sound before she swiftly hangs up.

I walk to work with a huge smile on my face, feeling like my entire life is about to take a major turn.

Maybe I'm just getting my hopes up, but I know that Ash makes plenty of money from streaming. More than anything, I hope I'm able to do the same. I want to be able to make more for Dad and I. If I can make more money, Dad wouldn't have to work so much or as hard. Making he could get a different job that doesn't require so much of his time.

We could be content.

I skip into the back of the diner, grabbing my apron and setting my bag down. I tie my apron on then get to work even though I am early. There's no point in just staring at my phone-- I have no real friends other than Ash, Larry, and Todd anyway.

I walk to the front of the diner, where everyone is being seated. There's a group of girls that walk in-- four of them. They're dressed in dark colors with beautiful makeup. My eyes follow them as they take a seat in one of the full areas.

My coworker is rushing around the area; she has three big parties and a few other tables. To say the least, she's filled to the brim.

"Hey, Tess," I say, walking up to my coworker and gently grabbing her shoulder. "I'll take the new group since my shift hasn't started yet."

Tessa turns around, her eyes wide and thankful. "Are you sure, y/n?" She asks, wringing her hands nervously. We're packed today.

"Yea, I don't mind." I shrug, smiling at her. She thanks me a couple more times before rushing over to another table.

I start making my way to the group of four girls that previously walked in, taking my notepad out so I can write their orders.

As I get closer though, I accidentally hear what they're talking about.

"Yea, Sally has just been in a mood lately. Have you noticed? Like I feel bad for that poor y/n girl who had to face his wrath. That was messed up..." One girl says, frowning as she flips through her menu.

Another girl straightens her posture, intrigued by the topic. "Why do you think that could be? Like maybe he does know y/n personally and he's just not admitting to it? Maybe she did something really messed up."

I wince, debating on whether I should turn around and give this group to someone else. This isn't the day for me to be worrying about Sally. Seriously.

I haven't even started streaming yet and I'm already known by... quite a majority of the population.

I'm not sure how that makes me feel.

As I stand there, a couple feet away, I hear another girl in the group speak.

"What about Ash, Larry, and Todd though? They've known this girl for so long and never said anything about her. Maybe Sally's upset about that. I mean, they're supposed to be best friends and now there's someone else they never talked about before," she says. "I don't really blame him for being upset."

Sucking in a breath, I hold it and puff out my cheeks. That fiery rage I felt earlier comes back full force. Maybe these girls will never know that I'm the actual y/n, but I can sure as hell show them that I'm a nice person.

With newfound determination, I walk up to their table and click my pen, smiling sweetly at the girls. "Hey, everyone!" I say cheerfully. "My name's y/n and I'll be your server. Can I start you off with any drinks?"

I look around the group, watching the girl who sided with Sally choke on her words for a minute before she shakes herself out of shock.

They each give me their orders and I walk away, hearing one of the girls whisper, "It's like a fucking sign, Kaci. Stop fucking around with the universe and saying that poor y/n girl wasn't innocent."

I smirk to myself. I've never understood how satisfying scaring the shit out of someone can be-- but I understand it now.

The rest of my shift goes by pretty smoothly, and I get a text from Ash later in the night. She sent me my new email account and a ton of usernames and passwords with their specific platform to go with it. I texted her a quick thank you then got back to work.

Unfortunately, I wake up the next morning at six to be at work for eight. It's my least favorite shift of the week, but it's the shift that gets me the most money.

I lay in bed for longer than I should, staring at my phone screen and scrolling through Twitter.

My hands tighten around my phone and I narrow my eyes when I come across a post by Sally Face. I forget that before I found out that he's a dick, I was actually a fan of his. I wasn't a huge fan, but I did frequently watch and like his videos. And I also follow him on every social media platform.

His post is a retweet. Some other big influencer who apparently wants to meet Sally Face soon. Told him to come to... Los Angeles.

I snort at the tweet, rolling my eyes. Sally Face can stay the everliving fuck out of my city.

With a grunt, I lift myself out of bed and get ready for the day, running all the way to work just in time-- a singular minute before my shift starts.

I almost decided to call in sick. But money is needed...

It's an aggravating and slow shift. I guess I can be thankful for the slow part, but all of my customers have been either flirty or assholes. I'm not into either of those.

Not to mention, someone put Michael Bublé on-- no hate to the man, his music just doesn't help the men who can't stop staring at any woman who enters the diner.

It's around lunch time when another coworker, Michael, stops me and asks if I can take over the one customer who just walked in and over to his side of the diner. I had just dropped off a meal when he ran up, begging me.

"Listen, y/n-- I hate to drop this on you but my girlfriend got a flat tire on the highway. I need to go help her. Can you take the guy who just sat down on my side? There's only one other table and Tessa has them. Please, can you cover for me?"

I blink, my mouth opening. No words come out at first. I'm tired of working and tired of these horrible customers today, but I don't mind helping my coworkers. So I nod with a small smile. "Yea, I've got it. Don't worry!"

"Thank you so much, y/n. I owe you!" he says before rushing out of the front door. Poor guy is in such a rush that he didn't even bother leaving through that back.

With a sigh, I walk across the diner to the booth farthest in the back on Michael's side. The person is in a black hoodie, facing away from me. It doesn't really strike me as odd; I'm an observer and many different types of people walk into this diner. If I could bury myself in a hoodie all day, I would.

When I get a little closer, I notice just what kind of hoodie they have on.

It's Larry's merch.

I quicken my footsteps, a little more excited to serve this person now. There's more pep in my step at the reminder of my friend. I'll have to text Larry later and let him know about this.

As I'm walking up right behind the person, I say, "Hey, I love your hoodie! Larry is one of my favorites."

The person is quiet as I walk closer. Only a quiet "Uh, thanks." coming from them.

There have been many moments in my life when I start questioning what I did to deserve some things. Those things could be good or bad-- either way, they always fill me with a special type of dread. A dread of having to handle the moment, or a dread of inevitable bad consequences in the future.

As I lay my eyes on bright cerulean hair and an expressionless prosthetic to match, I realize that I'm feeling both types of dread that I just mentioned.

I pause, my eyes widening as my stomach nearly drops out of my ass. I stare forward into the eyeholes of his prosthetic. He looks everywhere but at me-- my only guess is that he doesn't want to be recognized.

He doesn't want to be recognized and he's just realized that he may be fucked.

What in the fuck is he doing here?

"You've got to be shitting me." I spit out, my voice shaking as I try to wrap my mind around the sudden influx of information. Trying to process the fact that Sally Face is sitting in front of me as my customer is a tough task.

I feel like I'm dreaming, like this is some fucked up nightmare. Did I get drugged? Is this some kind of chaotic alternate universe that I've been transported into?

Sally's bright blue eyes meet mine, a hint of nervousness in the depths of his gaze. "Um, excuse me?" He asks softly in response to my rude statement, tilting his head down.

I blink at him as my brain finally starts to fucking work. "Uh," I say intellectually at first, going silent for a moment.

He can't find out who I am. He'd have my head. Hell, he might go as far as to get me fired. I have to do anything in my power to just get this over with and move on as quickly as I can.

This is bound to blow up in my face later.

"Sorry, uh," I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. I also slap a hand over my name tag. "I'm just... surprised. My bad. My name is... Lexi. I'll be your, uh, server. Can I get you something to drink?" I ask, doing my best to ignore the fact that someone famous is directly in front of me-- someone famous who hates my fucking guts.

"Er, yea," Sally replies, his voice taking on the smug tone that I'm more used to. "I'll take a water, thanks."

I push my glasses farther up my nose then awkwardly give him a thumbs up before disappearing into the back.

My eyes widen all over again as I start taking deep breaths, fumbling through my bag to pull out my phone and call Ash. How could she not have told me he was coming to LA? I feel betrayed-- worst of all, I'm fucking mortified. I only have so long to talk to Ash before this quick water trip gets suspicious.

But what's the point of calling Ash? I already have to pretend I'm a random stranger and go through with this whole thing anyway. Not only that, if I tell anyone about this, it could very well get out. Ash might accidentally spill the beans and I don't even want to think about the chaos that would cause.

With a frustrated and horrified groan, I throw my phone back into my bag and pull my name tag off too. Then, I run off and fill a glass of whatever before slowly and nervously walking back over to Sally Face.

I put his glass down in front of him, all while avoiding eye contact. I pull out my notepad and look down at it as I ask, "Do you want any appetizers or do you already know what you want?"

"Not quite yet," he says politely, shocking me. "But can I ask you a few questions? You can... sit down, too. If you want."

I look up at him, wide-eyed once again. Is he fucking serious? How do I even answer this?

"Um." I point a thumb behind me. "I have more customers to take care of. Sorry." I smile sheepishly.

He tilts his head slightly then leans back in his seat, peeking over to look at my side of the dining area. "But, it's empty over there," he says.

My eyes bug out of my head as I whip my body around to look at my section of the diner. Sure enough, he is correct. Unfortunately.

I turn back to him with a nervous smile. "Oh," is all I say.

Through the eyeholes of his prosthetic, his baby blue eyes squint like he's smiling. I hate myself for blushing at the idea of it.

"It won't be long, I promise. I just don't know much about LA and you seem nice enough. Nervous, but nice." He chuckles, the beautiful sound sending a shock through my entire body.

Instead of saying anything at first, I just slide into the other side of the booth and plaster on a fake smile, willing away the blush on my cheeks. "Sorry for being so nervous," I spit out. Can I shut up for once? "I, uh, just..."

Sally lifts a hand, waving me off. "Ah, don't worry about it. Your reaction told me that you know me. You haven't screamed my name or anything though, so I trust that you'll keep me company and keep my appearance under wraps."

I swallow thickly, staring at him as I nod.

His hypnotizing eyes are set on the table in front of him, his elbows resting on the edge of said table. He has one hand flat on the wood and the other lifted up, playing around with a napkin.

I can smell him from here. It's a tantalizing mix of some kind of cologne. Spice, musk, definitely bergamot. Leather. That's all mixed with a delicious natural scent that he carries and I'm left mesmerized.

More than anything, I'm wishing I never sat down.

My gaze strays to his veiny hands, noting the plethora of black and silver rings on his fingers and his chipped black nail polish. Every time he moves his fingers, the veins and tendons in his hand shift, creating some kind of movement that has me sucking in a breath. I look away just in time for him to push the hood off his head, giving me a full view of his shoulder length, unnaturally colored hair.

"So," his voice is gentle, dominant. Slightly deep, not too deep, and raspy. Addicting. "I'm here for business. Wish I had more time to tour the town, but I don't. This is my only free day, and I only have a couple hours. Any recommendations on what I should do?" He asks.

Sally pushes a hand through his hair, ruffling it around and, thus, giving me a perfect view of the tattoo on the side of his neck. That shattered sword that silently speaks numbers. It may just be some ink to other people, but I see something more.

He's too fucking hot.

I break my gaze away from him. "The Broad," I murmur. "I'm not sure if you like art, but it's an interesting place regardless."

When I have the time, I stop by Los Angeles' museums every once in a while. So far, The Broad has been my favorite. It's so different and unique. I've never seen anything quite like it.

"It's a museum, I presume?" he asks. I look over; his head is tilted down, but his eyes are on me.

"Ah, yea. Contemporary art. It's very different, but a good different." I shrug, struggling to find a place to look. I keep looking back at him, but then I grow nervous and look away-- all to look back at him again.

His presence has a horrifying effect on me.

Sally hums, his eyes squinting to show his smile again as he says. "Okay. And, Lexi, right?"

Nervous shivers terrorize my body and I break out in a cold sweat, doing my best to hold up a fake smile for him. "Yes?"

He hesitates, then knocks my damn socks off. "What... what kind of music do you like, Lexi?"

I gape at him. Is he trying to make casual conversation with me? I thought he just wanted some basic information about LA. What does he think he'll get out of this?

"Um," I whisper shakily. "I like just about anything. Rock is on my list of favorite genres, though."

Sally nods thoughtfully, letting out a little huff. "I like rock, too. I wouldn't play guitar otherwise, honestly."

I've heard him mention before that he plays guitar. He's never played for his fans and never showed anyone his guitar, but he doesn't mind talking about it.

I nod back, smiling lightly. "Yea. Slow songs on guitars just aren't the same as rock songs on a guitar."

"Exactly!" He exclaims, "I've been trying to learn some Atreyu lately."

So he has taste. I perk up. "Oh, yea. That's a good one, for sure. What's your favorite song by them?"

Sally scoffs, stretching his arm across the table. His fingertips are an inch away from me and I find myself gulping down all of the fuzzy feelings the sight of his hands evokes within me. This interaction is making me dislike him a lot less. "Bleeding Mascara. That's the song I'm learning at the moment, actually."

Giggling, I reply. "That's my favorite song by them, too."

I look harder at his hand, noting what looks like a marker line or something peeking out from under the sleeve of his hoodie. The mark just barely reaches the back of his hand, but not quite. It must be around his wrist--

As if he can tell what's running through my head, Sal lifts the sleeve of his hoodie and reveals a gorgeous sleeve of geometric DD Verba style tattoos on his arm. There are a lot of different sharp lines and boxes. A pretty compass, The Thinking Man sculpture, aligning planets, and a medieval knight in armor. It's quite a canvas of ink, but a beautiful one that just makes sense. It fits him so incredibly well.

"Wow," I whisper breathlessly, leaning a hand forward. I pull it back immediately when I realize what I'm doing, petrified by my thoughtless movements. Hey, y/n-- remember this guy wants your head on a stick, yea?

Sally closes his hand into a fist, flipping his arm over to show the underside of it and the other side of his sleeve. "It's okay, you can touch," he says.

His closed fist makes his veins protrude through his surprisingly toned arms. I expected him to be pretty lanky, but it seems that he must work out or something.

I pinch my lips together, hesitantly lifting my hand and bringing it closer to his arm. I lightly run the tip of my index finger over the inside of his wrist, tracing the outline of a planet.

Sally flinches, pulling his hand back a bit. I look up, eyes widening slightly as I curse to myself. "Sorry," I say quickly. "I didn't--"

"No, it's not you," he says kindly, uncurling his fist and pulling his sleeve back down. "My wrist is just a sensitive area, I guess."

He seems confused as he explains, flexing his hand on the table for a moment before hiding it out of my sight.

"Y/n! You've got one!"

My blood runs cold when my name cuts through the air. I do my best to hold a straight face as the air shifts at the table. Sally tsks under his breath, mumbling, "Creepy coincidence." Then, he tilts his head at me and asks, "Any recommendations from the menu here?"

I have to play everything off extra well now. He genuinely has something against me. Just the sound of my name ticked him off. What the hell did I ever do to him?

I pray that I can hold off. Hopefully someone just picks up the person on my side.

"The Southern Chicken Sandwich is pretty good," I say with a barely held together grin plastered on my face.

Sally's eyes squint in a smile again. "Cool, I'll go with that then. Thanks for keeping me company too. You can stay longer, if you'd like."

I do my best not to suddenly choke. Fuck, this is crazy.

Before I can say anything, the chef yells again.

"Y/n, get your ass over here! You've got one, dammit!"

My eye twitches and I struggle to hold myself together as I watch the customer standing at the front of the diner out of the corner of my eyes.

Like the intelligent human vessel I am, I put a hand over my mouth and say, "Huh, I wonder where y/n is. She was here earlier." Sally stays quiet. "I should probably pick up her customers or look for her. Sorry, give me a few." I continue, shooting Sally Face a shitty excuse of a happy smile.

"Oh, yea. That's fine," he says sweetly, leaning back in his seat. "Before you go though, by any chance, do you know if... y/n... has a friend named Ash? Like, the Ash I play with?"

I cackle unceremoniously, waving Sally off. His eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, no. If she knew Ash personally, I promise I would be the first one to know! Y/n and I are like besties!"

Sally nods slowly, "Ah, okay." He chuckles awkwardly. "Good to know."

"Ha, yea," I say, nodding back. "Well, I'll put your order in and check out those customers and then I'll be back."

I scurry away before Sally can say anything else or stop me. What a fucking day. And it still isn't anywhere near over.

I seat my customer, take their drink order, then run over to the chef to put in Sally Face's order.

"Where the hell you been?" He asks gruffly, a disapproving frown on his face.

I have no excuse. So I shrug, wincing as I do and just smiling awkwardly.

The chef grunts, waving his spatula in the air in aggravation. "Just pick up the damn pace, girl." is all he says before I'm rushing over to grab my new customer's drink.

I drop off their drink, take their order, put that in, then make my way over to Sally again but with his sandwich this time.

"Sorry for the wait," I murmur, placing the sandwich down in front of him.

"No worries, Lexi." I grimace at the fake name. "I have plenty of time."

I don't know how many more fake smiles I can slap on my face today, especially in front of Sally Face. I've gotten used to the never-ending panic I feel within his presence-- I likely won't shake this feeling until he's long gone-- but it's hard to pretend like I'm just an excited fan and not the person he probably hates most in the world right now.

"I leave tomorrow morning," he says quickly. "I've never been here before and I most likely won't come back for a while. But I'm glad I met someone nice, so thank you. I'll make sure to drop by and tell you hello when I come back."

The smile in his eyes almost makes me fold. He sounds and look so genuine and kind as he says those few words. I almost forget about all of the horrible things he's said about me.

I send him a smile that isn't as fake as the ones I've been showing him before. "That's nice of you," I say. "You've been good company."

I'm surprised that it's not exactly a lie.

Sally chuckles beneath his prosthetic, looking away for a minute. "I'll pay my bill now. I won't be ordering anything else."

"Oh, okay. I have your ticket with me," I tell him. And damn right I have his ticket. I've reprinted it ever since he ordered water just so I could send him on his way as quickly as possible. I've been waiting for this moment-- but now it feels a little bittersweet.

I place the ticket down and he doesn't even look at it, just hands me a hundred dollar bill-- for his $12 meal-- then says, "Keep the change."

"I absolutely cannot." I laugh hysterically for a second, shutting my mouth when I realize it's the same laugh he heard over Ash's phone just a day ago. "This is too much. Keep your money."

"I want to, Lexi. I don't mind, seriously. Just keep it." His eyes show me his smile again and suddenly, I can't decline. I just stare at him, stars in my eyes.

Can I change my name to Lexi?

"Here," he says when I've been quiet for too long. "I want to give this to you, too."

Sally reaches into his hoodie, pulling out a leather necklace and lifting it over his head. I'm practically hyperventilating and I haven't even seen the entire thing yet.

He holds it out in front of him. Attached to the necklace is a black Fender guitar pick with his initials carved into it. "I know it might seem weird, but I really value kindness. You're probably the nicest person I've met since I started streaming. You never asked me anything personal or freaked out. You treated me like a normal person. So, in return for being my favorite kind of person, I want to give you my favorite guitar pick," he explains sweetly, taking one of my hands that rests at my side and placing the necklace in my palm.

The necklace is still warm from laying against his chest.

I suck in a shuddering breath as I stare down at our joined hands. I look back into his eyes, trying to hold myself together.

"Sally," I start softly, scared as all hell. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything." He laughs prettily then pulls his hand away once my hand closes around the necklace. "But, before you leave." He runs a hand through his hair-- I'm starting to notice that he does this when he's distressed. "I really like your glasses. They suit your face shape. They're really cute. And you have beautiful eyes."

I could cry when the tips of his ears turn pink and he looks away from me.

I huff out a breath. None of this feels real. And even though this guy hates the real me, I can't skip over the fact that he's done a lot for me within the past two minutes.

Smiling slightly, I say, "You know, my glasses are one of my biggest insecurities. I appreciate that more than you know. You also have really gorgeous eyes. I've never seen any that blue before."

I hold back every other compliment I could give him. It takes everything in me to forbid myself from telling him how hot I think he is. It's a fight to stop myself from asking him why he isn't like this with y/n. I have statements and questions that I want him to respond to-- but that can't happen. I don't want him to ever find out that Lexi and y/n are the same person.

Fuck. What a damn mess.

What's worse than all of this physical drama is the internal battle in my brain. Sally has been too damn sweet for me to hate him anymore. I can dislike him, but I don't think I can hate him at this point.

"Thank you," He says softly. "That's very sweet of you. And I'm really glad that I met you, Lexi."

"Likewise," I smile genuinely.

Sally nods. "Until next time, then."

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#sally face #sal fisher #fanfic #x reader #larry johnson #ash campbell #todd morrison #travis phelps

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Black Rooms (developing takes time)

Summary: Sapnap is a chef, it only makes sense he'd expect George to ask if he could photograph his cooking, not him.

Warnings: there are sex jokes over glassblowing, check ao3 for full tags

Authors Note: This fic went through two other iterations in my head before settling on this, first it was gonna be a meet cute over dissecting things (scrapped because thats a DP thing), then it was gonna be dorm sharing chaos, until I landed on this- kissing over a game of MTG. I am spontaneously combusting because I've never written something this long in under twenty four hours send help because my fingers fucking hurt so bad. @sobredunia, hey, hey, check out this 10K oneshot, you've already seen the important crumbs of this fic. Anyways! If ya'll enjoyed it maybe consider dropping a reblog or checking out the Ao3 port to leave a comment or kudos.

The sound of sizzling filled the room, it was cluttered, loud, and chaotic. Sapnap knew for a fact that working in kitchens was always stressful, always put him on edge. But that sense of everything being able to go wrong usually had him amped up in a good way, a way he could bullshit his way through and succeed. He knows it's possible to do so because he's done it in the past, a couple years before he got accepted into college.

Not exactly a renowned college, but he still got into a college, and one that sustained a multitude of options at that. He probably could've gotten into any college, anywhere that people are their will be a need for chefs. But he's pleased that he got into this one because in doing so he ran into a couple old friends.

One of those old friends was currently flipping a multitude of patties all in a row while Sapnap prepped buns and sliced onions into two centimeter thick rings. The lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and cheese had all been prepared long since while the patties were done up the night before. All that was left to do was cook it for every student who decided to eat what the college served.

"Done with those patties?!" Sapnap practically shouted above the cacophony of dishes clattering and meat sizzling.

"Get ready to serve 'em!" Karl shouted back as Sapnap prepared a plate of toasted buns smeared with ketchup.

"I'm ready!" Sapnap said, giving a thumbs up as he glanced at the clock. There was more than enough time for them to finish their portion of the days lunch, everybody else in class, they were being wished good luck cause they'd need it.

Karl gave a prompt nod before laying down patty after patty on bun after bun, Sapnap laid a slice of cheese and lettuce with a similar speed. The flat top Karl was working on wouldn't stop sizzling even as he flicked off the heat, residual grease left it popping. He reached for a plate of patties and followed Sapnaps order of operation in serving the patty. It was a simple pattern to replicate, bun, patty, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, and close it with another bun before spearing a fancy skewer down the center.

"Time," Sapnap said, sliding aside the first plate and already quick to start on a second.

"Just under thirteen minutes left," Karl said as he glanced up at the clock, "We're golden."

Sapnap nodded, water was pricking the corner of his eyes, he cut the onions yesterday and now they're hitting him? He doesn't stop to wipe the blurriness from his eyes until he tops off the rest of the buns and skewers them with a rampant fervor to his actions. He pauses only for a second to wipe down his hands on his apron, ketchup smeared the already stained fabric. He starts on the third and final plate as Karl picks up the first two and leaves to put them on the dining cart.

His pace is hasty as he returns to grab the final plates and rush them to the kart. Sapnap is heaving heavy breaths as he listens to the rest of his and Karls class rush to finish on time. He leans against the counter and reaches for the faucet, flicking it on and splashing cold water on his face as he takes steadying breaths to try and cool down. Karl joins him in splashing icy water on his face, the sensation is more than welcome considering the stress.

"Wanna head out to the dining hall?" Karl asked.

Sapnap nodded, "Who all is out there?"

"Mostly people we don't know, but George is there," Karl said, "I gotta stay in and clean up my spatula."

"Thanks, I'll save you a spot," Sapnap said, pulling in Karl for a brief hug before taking his leave.

On the way out he undoes his apron and hangs it on one of the many hooks by the swinging doors. They give easily when he pushes them open, he's hit with cold air and a muted murmur of conversation the second they close. He lets his gaze scan the room before it lands on the photographer in training, rifling through a multitude of developed film. He makes his way over with a bit of pep in his step despite how drained he feels from the lunch rush. He tugs out a chair and drops into his seat, he slings an arm around his friend.

"What project are these ones for?" Sapnap asked as he held up a photo of a fruit tree, then another, and some more.

"Big project now that we're finishing the second semester," George said, taking back the photos, "We have to make a narrative with photos and words we can collage."

"Fun," Sapnap said, "I think we're working on choreographing a feast for the entire class to work on like we do every semester."

George gave a groan of annoyance as he spread out his photos, "God that sounds easy."

"You've clearly never been in a working kitchen I see," Sapnap said almost mockingly, "But for real, what's your story?"

George shrugged, "Don't know, I'm just trying to make it work with what I got, something about growth and usage I guess."

"I can see that," Sapnap said before gesturing to the photos on the table, "Each stage of life right?" He trailed along each one, "Even death," He pointed to the stump and the other stump shots, "And how people will use your memory even after you're gone."

"Yeah, I just know it needs to be a bit more complex than that synopsis," George said, "I bet they thought I was heading to an english major for help, not a chef in training."

Sapnap shrugged, "If only this were food related, then I'd be loads of help," He gave a hum of amusement.

"I know I'll pass but still, the last two times I've done this they've been easy," George said, he stacked up his photos as he spoke, "I think I'm running out of narratives to tell."

"You could always go controversial," Sapnap offered up.

"I've seen people get points docked for being bold or trying to bring light to a touchy subject," George explained with a groan of annoyance.

"That sucks, I only get points docked if I fuck up the seasoning," Sapnap said, "You'd be shocked at how easy it is to do though."

"You have it easy man," George said, resting the side of his face against the table.

Sapnap had to refrain from scoffing, "You have no clue how wrong you are about having it easy."

George hummed in response, "I guess," He pulled out his camera as he spoke, it was Polaroid, everyone else used digital, "Could you go grab a burger?"

"When Quackity arrives I'll grab us a burger," Sapnap said, he propped one leg over the other as he spoke, dropping his arm from Georges shoulders.

"But, burger, food photography," George whined, "If you don't get a burger I'll have to waste some of my precious film on you."

"What makes you think I care about your film?" Sapnap stated, sticking out his tongue as George raised his camera and pressed the button, the obnoxious flash made Sapnap flinch.

"I'll do it again," George threatened as he teased his finger on the button.

"Still not getting you a burger," Sapnap said, this time he barely raised a hand to cover his eyes when the flash hit him, "Can't you turn off the flash?"

George stacked the two photos, "I could, but then you won't get me a burger."

Sapnap reluctantly stood up, "I'll get you a burger just turn off the flash next time you take a picture of me."

"Maybe I will maybe I won't," George answered with, turning off the flash as he did so.

Sapnap returned with two burgers, a plate in each hand, held perfectly balanced with a practiced ease. He placed them down in a similar manner to that of a waiter, he's aware that if he starts his own restaurant he may have to double time multiple roles at once, so why not practice now. He sits down and before he can even pull in his chair he's already taking a bite of his burger, George on the other hand is taking pictures.

After about three Sapnap gets bored, "Dude, just eat your burger."

"No," George answered with as he took one final photo and lifted the top off.

"C'mon, we worked so hard on those damn burgers and you aren't even gonna take one bite?" Sapnap asked between a bite of burger, the pungent flavor of onion hit him like a train followed by the juiciness of the patty.

George picked off the onion rings, "You cut them too thick."

"That's how thick they're supposed to be," Sapnap retorted with, snatching the rings from Georges plate, "I'm having them if you aren't."

"Go for it," George said before taking a bite of his burger, the lettuce crunched a bit.

They lose themselves in their conversation, going back and forth about how easy assignments sound and how hard they really are. George ends up leaving his burger half finished, the overwhelming amount of toppings left him full far too early in his opinion. Just as Sapnap reaches for it though another hand snatches it off the plate, he looks up to find Quackity with a predatory grin.

"What the fuck man?! I was gonna eat that," Sapnap snapped as Quackity dropped down beside him.

"Snooze you lose," Quackity said, "This is pretty good, is Karl still in the kitchen?"

"He'll be out in a minute, I think he's cleaning someone elses mess," Sapnap said, reaching for the discard onion rings on Quackitys plate, they crunched with every bite.

Quackity gave a hum, "Yeah he has a habit of that."

"Shouldn't you be working on some thesis statements and twenty page essays?" George said, there was a hint of snarkiness on his voice.

"I finished that shit early so I could work on the plot for our next campaign," Quackity said, he placed down his burger and reached into his courier bag, pulling out a notebook with a multitude of dog eared pages and sticky notes.

"You should get a new book for our adventures," Sapnap said, reaching out to touch it, Quackity yanked it away and glared.

He placed it down and flipped it open, "I've had this fucker since the tenth grade, there's so many little notes and details about our characters I'd never be able to transfer all of it over," He filtered through pages until he found the newest one he had written on.

"Fair enough," Sapnap said, "What's our campaign looking like tonight?"

Quackity briefly glanced from his book to the doors and waved over Karl.

"What's up this time?" Karl asked as he took a seat beside Quackity who promptly pressed a kiss to his cheek before starting on the vague idea of the campaign.

"So I've been doing some research and found a set of multiples that work with an advanced technological society setting," Quackity began, "And I've made workarounds for your guys characters to fit into the setting too, so basically there's some big government scandal or whatever and ya'll gotta shoot 'em up with massive fucking guns and lasers."

"Quackity were you drunk when you wrote this?" Karl asked bluntly.

Quackity shook his head, "Wrote most of it out after I finished off my assignment, although I was half asleep when the idea came to me."

"That explains it," George said, "So when are we doing this crazy campaign?"

"I was thinking tonight, me and Karls other dorm-mate is staying at his boyfriends house for the night," Quackity explained, he took another bite of burger, "This is a really, really good burger."

"Alright, and if Dream comes back early?" Sapnap asked.

"We could just play some Magic the Gathering instead," Quackity offered, "He has more than decks for us to mix and match."

"Cool, so, six?" George asked, everyone nodded.

"I'll bring some snacks," Sapnap said.

"I bought some pop a while back," Karl said, "A little bit of everything."

Quackity stood up first, sliding his notebook back into his bag, "See ya then, I have something fun to do."

"Better than washing a shit ton of dishes at least," Karl added on, stacking the empty plates.

Quackity gave a hum, wrapping his arms around Karls torso, "Love you, be careful with the knives."

"I will," Karl said, tilting his head back a bit.

"See ya in a bit man," Sapnap said, spreading his arms for a hug.

George gladly reciprocated the motions, "Good luck dealing with all those idiots."

"Me and Karl will be fine," Sapnap said.

"I know," George responded with.

-/-/-/-

"Everyone brought their dice?" Quackity asked, in response everyone dropped down a set of colorful cubes, "Alright, alright, go get a can of pop if you need it cause once I start narrating there will be zero return."

Sapnap stood up, "What do you two want?"

"Monster," Karl said.

"Orange crush," George said.

Sapnap gestured to Quackity, "Anything?"

"Ginger ale," Quackity answered with, pulling out his notebook as he spoke.

"Cool," Sapnap answered with, pivoting on a heel and sliding across the floor, sock on tile bringing close to zero amounts of friction between the two surfaces.

Karl watched as Sapnap disappeared past the door frame before leaning in next to George, "So, when are you gonna tell him?"

George nearly choked on his own spit, "What the hell are you taking about?"

"C'mon man, you're not exactly subtle with how often you subject him to your camera in jest," Quackity said quietly, "You clearly have a massive crush on him."

"And? There just hasn't been a good time to tell him," George said, his gaze quickly fell onto the board of pieces. It was an old one, clearly taken from a free pile, and covered in sticky notes with scribbles to feign technological designs to match the campaign.

"There has been a hundred good times, you need to make your move George," Karl said, more or less instructed, voice stern.

George paused, opening his mouth to speak, "I- I just, he's a chef I'm a photographer, you ever read love stories about that? No, cause chefs and photographers don't get love stories."

Karl glanced to Quackity, desperation clear on his face to say something. Quackity had to pause, raking his brain for the right words, he was an author in training for gods sake, where the hell are his words now that he needs them? He rolls a pair of dice in his hand and tosses them, snake eyes, then he glances up to George, "Then you two will be the first if you bite the bullet and tell him."

"I can't," George said dejectedly, "What makes you think I haven't tried already?"

Karl placed a hand on Georges shoulder, "We could help, think up some plans or whatever, different ways to tell him."

George gives a nod, "Alright, but maybe not when he's out doing a snack run in the next room?"

"Totally, we just saw a chance and took," Quackity said as he watched Sapnap re enter the room, cans in hand.

"What'd I miss?" Sapnap asked, handing out the beverages to his friends.

Karl shrugged, "Not a whole lot, Quackity was just talking about his story ideas."

"He's full of story ideas," Sapnap said, taking a seat in his chair next to George, "That's why he plays DnD."

"So, one last check, is everyone ready?" Quackity asked.

Everyone nodded.

"And thus, our adventure begins," Quackity stated, altering how he drew out the syllables, "We find our three heroes in the sewers, running for their lives from mutants that had ransacked their homes when they were up top, searching for the required USB chip to bring the empire crumbling down."

"Like from Star Wars?" Sapnap butted in, Quackity glared at him.

"No, not like from Star Wars," Quackity said, tuning his voice to one of a mocking manner, "Sit tight and listen- our heroes had failed their meager mission, ending up at a crossroads between the surface and deeper into the sewers, they stop briefly to debate."

George spoke up first, "We go up top, no mutant would be under the suns rays."

"I say we go deeper in, their could be cool stuff, we're in a future sewer guys," Karl said.

"I'm agreeing with George, up top," Sapnap said as he reached for his D-20.

"Roll for it, if it's over thirty, you go up top, below, you go in deeper," Quackity stated, watching all three dice come down, he calculated the numbers rapidly, "Twenty nine! You delve deeper into the sewers, and as you trudge forward despite the pungent odor of raw sewage assaulting you, hopes are high as the sound of the stampeding mutants has silenced itself."

There's a pause, nobody says anything, listening intently.

"Sapnaps trailing his hand across the wall when he reaches a button, he presses in on it without giving a second thought," Quackity stated, Sapnap had to refrain from giving a 'Hey!' of offense, "The walls suddenly slide open, revealing a pristine chrome colored hallway, lined with weapons and suits."

"We grab the weapons," George said, and before anyone could stop him he rolled the dice.

Quackity glanced to the number, "Ooh, that's not good, George grabs the first weapon off the wall, pressing a foot on the wrong tile a loud 'thunk' sounds off. He warily looks up to find spikes now protruding from the roof, then it starts to drop, it moves rapidly and all he can do is grab one weapon," Quackity looked up at George whose wearing a face of shame, "His toe is crushed in the doorway and Karl has to help him limp along."

"Dude," Karl said, turning to face George, "Nice going, I get your laser blaster specifically for that."

"I never said he had a laser blaster did I?" Quackity asked, Karl shook his head, "George managed to grab a pistol that shoots stunning bullets instead of any good weaponry."

"Nice going," Sapanap stated bitterly, "There was a laser blaster in there with my name on it."

"Sorry," George said quietly, he popped open his can as he spoke.

"With a pistol in hand, the three traverse ever closer to the exit of the sewer, a consistent light flow of sewage spills forth from the end of a barred pipe," Quackity narrated, "Using his plasma sword Sapnap easily slices the bars in twain like a hot knife through butter, they all hop out and find themselves on the outskirts of the city at a beach."

"I have a plasma sword?" Sapnap asked with a grin, Quackity nodded.

"It's all written down on your sheets, every accomadation made for a high tech campaign," Quackity said, gesturing to the character sheets in front of his players, everyone glanced down at it.

"Oh, oh that's fucking cool," Karl said, "I have built in plasma claws."

"No way to get 'em in campaign to, calculated just for you," Quackity said, "On with the story, our heroes look up at the towering chrome buildings behind them, they have two choices now, move out yonder and never look back, or infiltrate the city."

"Infiltrate the city," All three answer with in near perfect unison.

"Alright, alright, into the city they go, climbing up the ladder and trying to blend into the crowds on the sidewalks," Quackity went on, "Although Georges limp is a worry to Karl and Sapnap they truly can't look back at their old life of working undercover, not with their home ruined."

Bang!

The door swung open and hit the wall, everyone whipped around to face Dream.

"What the fuck Dream?!" Quackity snapped at his dorm mate before he could make it even one step in.

"Wilburs parents kicked me out," Dream said as he kicked off his shoes.

"Then go sleep in a hotel I'm narrating a campaign!" Quackity shot back venomously.

"Nope, I'm sleeping in my bed, and you guys are going to stop playing your stupid game," Dream said, he hung up his jacket and made his way to the kitchen, "Who took my orange crush?!"

George glanced down at his can fearfully.

"Wait, never mind, I found one in the back of the fridge!" He re entered the room sipping on a can of orange pop, "We could always play Magic Cards instead."

"But you never let us use your good decks," Sapnap whined.

Dream placed down his can before heading to his room, "What color magic do you two like the most?!"

"Red and black!" Sapnap shouted.

"Green and blue!" George chimed in.

Dream returned with two stacks of cards in hand, "Rakdos," he handed one to Sapnap, "And Simmic, opposites on the battlefield, but if a Simmic player and a Rakdos player team up there will be hell to pay."

"Did you, did you give them your guildgate decks?" Karl asked, Dream shook his head.

"Nope, but that's what the color combos are. Gave Sapnap my vampire deck, save your plains until you draw Sorin, and George my merfolk deck," Dream explained, dropping down his own deck as well, a mix of green, white, and black magic, "You two go get your decks while I clean this up."

"My story," Quackity said quietly before standing up.

"Your story can wait," Dream said as he took a seat and started shuffling his cards, "You guys remember how to play?"

George nodded, "Totally, you're gonna lose this time."

Dream scoffed at the notions, "I've been playing since before you even knew the brand existed, you can't beat me."

"Well maybe me and George are gonna gang up on you," Sapnap said, tilting his dice to rest with the twenty face up, "We're gonna fucking win."

Karl sat down on the side of George opposite of Sapnap, "You aren't gonna survive the Nightmare Moon card this time Dream."

"Did you just say 'Nightmare Moon card' Karl?" George asked in disbelief.

Karl nodded, "It does helpful things, and it's the color I play most, I spent real money on it, I gave Quackity the Twilight Sparkle card, I sold the Rarity card to some brony next door."

"They made MTG MLP crossover cards?" Sapnap asked in disbelief.

Karl nodded, "Hasbro owns both companies, so they just went for it I guess."

Quackity sat back down beside him and placed his pre shuffled bird deck down, blue and white magic.

"Ponies: The Galloping was the only good part of 2019," Dream said wistfully, "I wasn't a brony, but the hype for those cards was insane, the community grew a bit."

Sapnap hummed a bit, "Brony behavior."

"Shut your fucking mouth," Dream spat back venomously as he drew his seven cards, "Whose going first?"

"So long as you go last I don't care," Quackity stated, taking a sip of his ginger ale as he drew his hand of cards.

"Sapnap goes first then," George said as Sapnap flipped through his hand.

"I play the Rakdos guildgate, comes onto the battle field tapped," Sapnap explained as he placed down his card.

The game continued somewhat peacefully, the amount of threats tossed around like a basket ball were low. Dream was still winning, even with the combined efforts of three players to put him down he couldn't be touched. Angels and devils alike were all played, mixed with exiles and healing cards, his game was insane. Quackity put up hundreds of walls, laying down all sorts of enchantments on Dreams creatures to immobilize his efforts. He had counter measures ready, it was like he was prepared for whatever was too happen next.

He was not prepared for George and Sapnap to start arguing over whether or not it's legal to place a positive enchantment on your opponents card.

"We're teaming up who cares if it's legal," Sapnap snarled out venomously, trying to place the protection card on Georges selkie.

"I want to win properly that's why," George shot back in a similar tone, clutching his hand of cards close to his chest.

"Do you have an instruction book Dream?" Quackity asked, Dream nodded.

"It's on top of my desk, go get it," Dream said as he watched Sapnap and George argue.

"If we were at a tournament I would get it, but we're in a college dormitory George!" Sapnap near shouted.

"A cheap win isn't a real win!" George snapped, grasping the card atop his creature and pushing it aside.

"Calm down!" Quackity exclaimed as he walked back into the room, rulebook flipped open to one of many dog eared pages.

"Tell him it's legal!" Sapnap stated.

"Tell him it's not!" George said.

Quackity gave a hum, tracing a finger across the sticky note he had put on the paper, "Well it says here that if Sapnap can convince George to kiss him then the card can go down."

Dream tried to push down the perplexed look on his face.

"Right Dream?" Quackity asked, lowering down the page to show Dream, the sticky note simply said 'go along with it.'

"Yep, how do you think people settle silly little arguments like this? Not with tearing my cards," Dream said, gesturing to the bending state of his card, George let go, so did Sapnap, "Instead they make up and kiss."

"Do you have any idea how bullshit that sounds?" George asked, quirking a brow as he spoke.

"Nope, that is exactly what it says, verify Karl," Quackity said, Karl nodded.

"We kissed over MTG so much we started dating," Karl lied, "Although, nobody has believed us yet when we say that so we thought up some other story."

Sapnap narrowed his eyes, "Fine," He huffed it out reluctantly.

"We're seriously doing this right now?" George questioned, he almost sounded agitated.

"Yes, seriously," Sapnap answered with.

"Fine, Quackity hold my camera," George said, handing the camera bag to Quackity who near instantly pulled it out.

"Gladly," Quackity said, practically purred at that.

Sapnap paused, "On the lips, or?"

George placed a finger on his cheek, "Here."

"Alright, cool," Sapnap said before leaning in, placing a gentle, oh so chaste, kiss to Georges cheek.

Blood ricocheted up Georges body straight to the tips of his ears, painting his face a lovely shade of red. The sound of the camera shutter was near silent, and George would've caught it if he wasn't already tangled up in the moment. Then Sapnap pulled away, George had to keep his hand on his cards instead of bringing it up to touch the spot on his cheek.

George tapped the base of his cards to the table, "So Sapnaps card is in play?"

"Those are the rules," Quackity said, handing back George the camera, the film held under the table where he wouldn't see it.

"Thanks for holding my camera dude," George said as he slung the strap back over his shoulder, crossing over his chest.

"No problem," Quackity stated, "Is that your turn Sapnap?"

"I have one more card to play actually," Sapnap stated as he flipped two plains, a mountain, and a swamp before pulling The Wedding Ring from his hand, "I play Wedding Ring, on George."

George swears his brain short circuits, Karl has to hold back his smirk.

"What does it do?" Dream asked, shuffling his hand and looking at his mana count.

"So, basically, whenever George draws a card I draw a card, and whenever he gains life I gain life," Sapnap said, Dream quirked a brow.

"You should've played that on me, I'm using my life gain deck," Dream explained, gesturing to his series of cats and druids on the field.

Sapnap shrugged, "Live and learn, your turn George."

George gave a small nod, untapping his land before drawing a card, so did Sapnap. He tapped two islands, "I'll play my Merfolk Looter and I'm not attacking."

Dream gave a hum, "Interesting, interesting."

Karl glared at him, "If you want people to play this game with you stop commenting on everything everyone does."

"Make me," Dream said, "Go on, take your turn, make your useless move."

"I fucking hate you Dream," Karl muttered under his breath as he tapped his mana, "For all ten of my mana I play Kozilek, Butcher of Truth! When you cast Kozilek you may draw four cards, which I will," He drew his cards smugly while Dream merely hummed, somewhere between approval and disapproval no one could tell, "It has annihilator four and when its put into a graveyard from anywhere I get to shuffle my graveyard back into my library! Eat on that!"

"Is that your turn?" Dream asked calmly, far too collected, the slight upturn of a smirk on his face shot fear down their spines.

Karl nodded submissively, then he shook his head, "I send my Gloom Pangolin, Copper Longlegs, and Graverobber Spider at Dream."

Dream tapped his mana before laying down a card, "I counter with fog."

"Fuck you," Karl spat venomously, "Your turn Quackity."

"I play Crawl Space," Quackity said, "Only two creatures at a time can attack me."

"Nice," Sapnap said.

Quackity nodded, "Oh yeah, then to double down I play Screaming Swarm, a bird horror," He looked over his army of avians briefly, they were all weak, "I guard."

George, Sapnap, and Karl looked at him desperately.

Quackity gave a heavy sigh, "I pass my turn to Dream."

"Thank you Quackity," Dream said as he untapped all of his land, he practically owned a continents worth of mana. He placed a finger on his Felidar Sovereign, "Who here knows what this card does?"

"It lets you win if you have forty life," Karl answered without skipping a beat, he'd lost to that stupid card so many times he couldn't forget.

"Amazing Mr Jacobs," Dream said, his voice was chiding, and it alerted everyone that their end was near, "Now, Sapnap, be a doll and count your creatures, everyone else please do the same."

"Whatever you're planning won't work, you're on your last legs," Quackity stated as he counted his sizable army, "I have thirteen, including tokens."

"Seven," Karl said, "Plus three tapped."

"I only have four left, but they're all pretty strong," Sapnap said, "Plus Sorin and The Chittering Host."

George hesitated as he counted his merfolk, "Fourteen, no tokens."

Dream added the numbers up in his head, he would have more than enough life left, "Perfect," His voice was a purr as he tapped five mana, two plains, a swamp and a forest, "I play Fumigate, every creature, including my own dies and I get one life point per creature."

"Oh what the fuck," Sapnap groaned out as he slid his creatures into a stack and placed them on his graveyard.

Quackity reluctantly followed, he didn't have any way out of this, he just had to draw a card that could snuff Dream.

George faltered as he did so, "My creatures..."

"You fucking idiot," Karl said bluntly as he discarded his creatures, "You eliminated your Felidar Sovereign."

"Did I?" Dreams grin is predatory as he props his head in his hand, elbow on the table.

Karls eyes widen a bit, "You absolute son of a bitch."

"And I'm proud of it too," Dream said as he tapped a couple more mana, "I play my second Felidar Sovereign, next turn I win automatically."

"Is that your turn?" Sapnap asked meekly.

Dream gave a hum, as though mulling over the thought, "No, not at all," He reaches down to tap his dual colored mana, "And for two red mana I play Final Fortune, which brings me back to my upkeep, and I have well over forty life, therefore, I win."

"And this is why no one plays Magic Cards with you man," Quackity said with a groan as he shuffled his land into his graveyard.

"That victory was clean, you're just sour," Dream said, a smug grin on his face as he took a swig of his impossibly orange pop.

"And you're a shitty winner these days," Sapnap tacked onto Quackitys statement.

Dream shrugged, "That's interpretative."

"No, no it fucking isn't," George said boldly.

"Well boys, sorry to wound your pride so fatally that you have to call me a bad winner," Dream said as he slid off his seat and piled up his deck geared specifically to win, "But I'm gonna go get some sleep, getting good grades in blowing is rough."

Karl nearly choked on his own spit, "Getting good grades in blowing?"

"Glassblowing, with the glory hole ya know," Dream said, his terminology didn't help anyone recover from his choice of words, "Get your head out of the gutter."

"I'm heading back to my dorm," Sapnap stated boldly, tapping out of the conversation and piling up his deck, "Good night."

There was a chorus of 'see you in the morning's from his friends as he made his way to the door.

"Me to," George said, holding back a yawn.

Quackity grabbed his sleeve, waiting until the door clicked shut, "We gotta plan how you're gonna confess."

Red rose to Georges face once more, "We do not."

"Okay, heres a picture of a one time event that'll never happen again unless you fucking tell him," Quackity stated boldly, handing George the film.

George looked at it, "Friends, friends give kisses on the cheek every now and then."

Quackity shook his head, "The guys don't, unless you're British, which, I guess you are, so your misconception is excused, but you're in America now."

"Just write him a letter," Karl said, "That gets the point across real nice and easy."

"I took photography not english," George retorted with.

"Try," Karl said, "Pour yourself onto a piece of paper and give it to him."

George paused, "I'll try."

-/-/-/-

Sapnap hummed to himself happily as he finished frying his sandwich, grilled cheese, as many kinds as he could scrounge from the college kitchens. It smelled amazing, so much so he hoped that Fundy wouldn't rouse from his sleep because of it. The crunch as the knife descended onto crisped bread was, too put simply, euphoric, he didn't even have to jostle the knife to get a clean cut.

He swears he's shaking because he's never made a grilled so good in his life before and he hasn't even tasted it. If he fails to get a good paying restaurant job it'll be worth it purely because he knows how too cook good food. He pulls apart the two triangles and the cheese stretches in a perfect marble of orange and white as he does so. His mouth is watering by the time he takes a bite, he gives a deep satisfied sound as he chews. The flavors layer perfectly in his mouth, mozzarella adding a chewiness, sharp cheddar giving that greasiness, the Goudas flavor so smooth across his tongue, and the blue cheese, cave aged with truffles, ties everything in with the pungent earthy tones.

He feels tears come to his eyes, he'll never cook anything this good again, this was what his life was mounting up too. The perfect grilled cheese, crispy bacon bits he nearly forget he added hit him softly and then he starts to cry a little bit. The crunch of the bread is golden all across, darker where the pan hit the bread more.

Then his phone starts to vibrate against his thigh, he wants to ignore it, relish in the absolute delight that is the sandwich in his hands. But he doesn't, instead he places his sandwich down on the cutting board with the other half and answers the phone.

"Hello?" His voice cracks a little bit.

"Dude were you crying?" George asked on the other end.

"I cooked a really good sandwich," Sapnap said, he brought a finger to wipe the dampness rolling down his cheeks, "Like, really good."

"Cool, so I have a project for night time photos right," George began, Sapnap gives a hum as if too signal to keep talking, "I need your help."

"Can't you just take some photos of bugs and landscapes or whatever?" Sapnap asked, he gave a small yawn.

"Everyone else is doing that though," George said, "I wanna take a picture of a person."

Sapnap gave a groan as he pushed himself away from the counter, "Alright, I guess so, where are you?"

George didn't answer.

"Are you at some skeezy nightclub George?" Sapnap asked, George gave an indignant huff.

"I'm in the campus forest," George said with a nervous laugh, "Not super far in! Just where the lamppost and the bench are."

Sapnap gave a sigh, "Give me ten minutes and I'll be out."

"Thank you so much Sapnap," George said, "I love you bro."

"Yeah, yeah, love you too," Sapnap said dismissively as he pulled on a jacket and grabbed his keys.

"See ya in ten!" George said.

"See ya in ten," Sapnap echoed back before hanging up and making his way out the door.

Silence filled the near empty dorm room, the only thing present the scent of the still fresh sandwich. It drew Fundy from his sleep, the fox man stumbling out of his bedroom while sniffing the air, snout held high. Even in the dark he easily traced his hands along walls and counters to reach the stovetop where the cutting board rested unattended. He picked up the untouched half and took a bite out of it, he couldn't help but take another, and then another.

He was fully aware Sapnap would have his pelt as a lovely fur coat when he returned to find an empty cutting board, but he didn't really care. He couldn't find it in himself to care about getting the cold shoulder when the sandwich is so delectable. Instead he reached for the closest notepad and pen and started to scribble out a note. When he finished writing the note he grabbed the other half and made his way back to his little area, pleased with his scavenge of a still hot sandwich.

- I ate your sandwich, Fundy

-/-/-/-

George heaves a heavy sigh as he lowers his phone from his ear and slides it into his pocket. In the same pocket is an envelope, one with a letter he wrote for Sapnap, a confession. The entire time writing he kept on asking Quackity and Karl for help with formatting and grammar, they did as little as possible as to not tamper with the authenticity of the note. He pulled out his phone again, and then he popped it out of the case, where the picture Quackity took rested. He intended to put it in the shredder and rend it into a million pieces, but that was before he thought of how tangled up that spur of the moment situation left him. He felt like his stomach was being twisted into knots, his face so bright red it burnt almost uncomfortably, his brain short circuiting- and he wanted more.

Now all he can do is wait those ten minutes that feel like eons, this is it, tonight, after the small photo shoot, he's going to give the letter to Sapnap. And then he's going to wait patiently for the rejection that'll follow, hopefully the nerves won't make the camera shake too much. He closes his phone case once more, the light above him flickers just a little bit with hold it is. It casts a yellow glow that he only thinks of in the light of being a kid, before florescent white became the trend across the world. He glances up to the bulb, it's cloudy, but the light it shines reaches much farther than George thought it did.

He stands up and stretches his legs a little bit, trying his very hardest not to dwell on the notions of messing up his chance. He pulls out his camera and clicks a couple photos, one of treetops from his stance of lying on the dirt ground. He takes another tree shot from below, pressed up against the bark and peering into the shadowy branches above. The final shot he takes is a full landscape, he steps onto the bench and angles his camera so that it lines up with the break in the tree line before clicking. He waits a second, hoping that the flash didn't ruin it, then he glances at the photo. It's by far one of his best landscapes yet, the lights in the city are naught but dots, and the buildings are all a darker shade with minimal hue difference, the cedars frame it magnificently.

He grins to himself a bit as he slides them into his photo holder. It's more or less an old wallet full of slots for cards but it gets the job done. He drops down onto the bench once more and glances around, he finds the slightly blurry sight of Sapnap emerging from the trees. He takes a couple steps forward and snaps a picture, what with the way he holds him and the way the light hits him, it's like a painting.

Sapnap takes rushed breaths as he makes his way up to the bench, he leans back on said bench, head tilted back as well. George can't refrain from letting his inner photographer run free and and catch the shot from the back of the bench. He has to angle the camera so most of Sapnaps head is closer to the bottom of the frame instead of the middle.

Sapnap wearily opens his eyes, "I think you're addicted to me."

The blanket statement has George frozen, "How so?"

"Always taking pictures, of me 'n shit," Sapnap said as he forced himself upright.

George hummed, "Nobody else likes it when I take their picture except for you and the rest of the guys."

"Fair point," Sapnap said as he stood up, "Now, what's first."

"You ever seen Michelangelos David?" George asked.

"Everyone has," Sapnap answered with, refraining from rolling his eyes at the question.

"Do that," George said.

"I'm not taking off pants while it's ten degrees out George," Sapnap stated, the notions caused a rosy hue to spark across Georges cheeks

"Just take off your hoodie and sling it over your shoulder," George instructed, watching intently as Sapnap got into pose.

Then he circled Sapnap like a predator would do with its prey. Searching for the perfect angle from the front, his form cast a dramatic shadow with where he stood in front of the streetlamp. George ended up crouch down in front of Sapnap, tilting his camera up just a little bit as he pressed the button. Then he lounged on the ground, Sapnap still followed the principle to hold still while having a picture taken. He takes another photo, this time he adds the flash, the pop of white against yellow light contrasts richly, giving an almost angelic halo.

"Can I move now?" Sapnap asked, George nodded as he stood up and brushed down the dirt. Sapnap loosened from his position and slid his jacket back on without a thought.

George slid the photos into his collection, "Next up I was thinking a shot on the ground, or against a tree."

"Lets do the tree," Sapnap said, then he paused to look at the trees, "Birch or cedar?"

George started over to a tree, "Cedar."

"Cool," Sapnap said before leaning against the tree, "Should I sit or stand?"

George tried to visualize both side by side, "Stand, it'll look better, hands in your pockets."

Sapnap did as told, and then George got up far too close, lifting the bill of his hat just a bit. He stepped back and brought a hand to gently tilt Sapnaps head to be at an angle. Sapnap, despite his urge to look at George and ask a question, looks straight ahead.

"Wow, you pick up fast," George said, standing parallel to Sapnaps height and taking a picture, "Only one for this shot."

Sapnap relaxes his neck before walking back over to the bench, he takes a seat, one leg crossed over the other and hands resting in his lap, "What next?"

George pauses, looking at Sapnaps form, "Just stay like that."

"Alright," Sapnap said as George made his way over and sat down in front of Sapnaps legs, he scooted back until their was enough distance for everything to focus where he wanted it to. Sapnap shifted his legs just a bit before looking down at George as he takes a picture.

George pulls down his camera, he swears his heart is threatening to explode in his chest with how fast its thrumming. He leans back on the heels of his palms, "We only need one picture from this angle, but if you wanna rearrange your legs we could take another."

Sapnap drops his leg from where it rests atop the other, "There isn't exactly a lot of leg positions off the top of my head."

"No, this is fine," George said, he barely managed to do so as he inched closer, and angled his camera, and then he clicked. He clicked once more too, the golden glow laying atop Sapnap should be illegal with the way it looks. It accentuates the gray of his hoodie and the tears on his jeans, it frames his face nicely as well. Lighting wasn't allowed to do that, especially not lighting from a dingy streetlamp, but that might've just been how Sapnap looks in photos. George swallowed thickly as he stood up and stepped back from between Sapnaps legs, a place he thought he'd never be.

He takes a seat down beside Sapnap and pulls out all the photos he had taken, he hands them to Sapnap who diligently pages through them. He pauses on the occasional photo, tracing over the way the film held his image without daring to touch the picture.

"I think this one is my favorite," Sapnap said, pointing to the second picture George had taken of him, "They're all pretty good though."

"That's because you have a photogenic face," George said, his photography jargon lost on Sapnap.

"A what now?" Sapnap asked.

"You have a nice face, it's a little bit asymmetrical, but that's just nature," George said, reaching out slowly to trace a finger over the asymmetry, he stopped himself and pulled back his hand.

"You could've just said you think I look hot," Sapnap said bluntly, George nearly chokes on his own spit at the accusation.

"I said you have a good face for taking photos!" George snapped defensively, Sapnap gave him a smirk, "Okay, maybe you look a little bit hot."

"Only a little bit?" Sapnap asked, layering faux hurt on his voice thick.

George paused, "A lot a bit, but I have a bias towards idiots who let me take photos of them."

"Oh? So you have a bias for me? Thats awesome," Sapnap said with a bit of a grin.

George paused, "Well, yeah, obviously, you're amazing Sapnap."

"I'm amazing too? Never thought I'd hear you say those words," Sapnap said, leaning against George a bit, "What could possibly make you say such a thing?"

George faltered to bite his lip, to think of his next move, he still had the letter to give. Or he could just jump the gun say it himself, either way he'd get a response from Sapnap. He opens his mouth to speak and he has a hard time choking it out, "Because I like you idiot."

"I know," Sapnap answered with blatantly.

"No, like, I love you," George said, he gives a sigh, "I have this big, secret crush on you that everybody except you knows about Sapnap."

"I heard you talking about it with Karl and Quackity," Sapnap said, his words might as well have shot George dead in that very instant, the way they caused his chest to tighten didn't help.

George gave a groan of annoyance, hiding his face in his hands, "Of course you did."

"I don't mind dude," Sapnap said, slinging an arm around Georges shoulders as he spoke, "Like, really, I don't mind at all."

"You knew for a week and didn't tell me?" George asked as he lifted his head to look at Sapnap.

Sapnap nodded.

"What the hell man? I was so fucking scared for tonight, cause I was gonna tell you, and I thought you'd reject me," George rattled off his small list of reasons as he leaned onto Sapnap even more.

Sapnap rubbed circles atop Georges back, "George," He began tentatively, "I love you too man, like, a lot, you mean a lot to me, and I love you."

"Thanks," George got out quietly, "Can you kiss me again?"

"On the cheek?" Sapnap asked, George nodded.

"Or the lips, beggars can't be choosers right?" He gave a nervous little laugh as he spoke, lifting his head up to meet Sapnaps gaze.

Sapnap raised a hand and tilted Georges head a bit to place a kiss on his cheek. Then on his jaw, he would do it again, but he doesn't know what boundaries there are to overstep. So instead he simply wraps his arms around Georges torso and rests his head on his shoulders.

"I love you," Sapnap said quietly, barely above a murmur and clearly meant only for George to hear.

George rests his chin on Sapnaps head, "I love you too."

-/-/-/-

In the following days, George writes a letter, a new one. He knows that you're supposed to write the love letter before you confess, but he messed that up. He has the older one to work off of though, look back it for metaphors and comparisons alike.

Before he even starts on that he calls up Karl and Quackity to tell them the good news.

"No fucking way," Karl begins, voice mute of emotion, "You actually told him? And without the letter?!"

George nodded as he spoke, "And it went great too!"

"That's amazing man! Now you gotta take him on a nice date," Karl said, George could hear footsteps in the background.

"You told Sapnap?" Quackity asked, abruptly butting into the conversation Karl and George were holding.

"That I did," George said, "Somehow."

"Did he like the letter?" Quackity asked, George could see his smirk perfectly.

"I sort of, forgot to give him his letter because I just went for it instead," George explained.

"You worked so hard on it though, what a waste," Quackity said with a drawn out sigh.

George shrugged, "I also called you guys up to ask if you'd be willing to help me write another letter to Sapnap."

"But you already confessed," Karl said.

"And he already reciprocated," Quackity tacked on.

"I know, but, I still want too," George said, "He doesn't know that this year is my last year here, and I want to tell him that."

"With a letter?" Quackity asked in disbelief.

"I'll start stuttering if I try to tell him on the spot," George said.

"I can help you out with it," Karl offered up.

Quackity faltered momentarily, "I will too."

"Thanks so much guys," George said as he sat down at his desk and opened a draft.

"Now before you even begin-" Quackity tried to instruct, Karl slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Just go for it, we'll work out the kinks later if you want our help," Karl said confidently as George started typing out a letter to Sapnap.

-/-/-/-

Sapnap, hi,

Yeah, that's a livable start.

I know I've already confessed but truth be told I originally had a letter to give to you, which I just, didn't give to you. It's honestly kind of garbage compared to this and full of 'I know you'll reject me!' and 'I'm not good enough for you!' so I'm writing this one to fix that. Because you didn't reject me and I'm good enough for you too, which is still shaking me up inside just a little bit.

George paused, finger resting on the enter key, thoroughly thinking over his next words before choosing against it.

It's like, you mean so fucking much to me, I'm gonna stumble over my words if I say this in person, and this'll probably feel cluttered too, so bear with it. You're the fucking sunshine, to me, you made a streetlamp have good lighting because you just work in any photo, it's insane! And then you're also the least photogenic person alive at times, but really, really pretty too??? Somehow, I wanna say 'like a rose' but that wouldn't fit properly, because you're not very thorny, or dangerous, or prickly to the touch- you're just the best parts.

Is that too sappy?

Or better yet, is it not sappy enough?

George can't decide, it's not like he'll have time to dwell after he prints it.

That was stupid, forget that, but really, I love you Sapnap, like, a lot, I can't repeat that shit enough times to have it actually mean something close to what I'm feeling- but that won't stop me either. It's fucking crazy, how much you drive me crazy, and that's a good thing, you're the only person I can handle driving me up the walls sometimes. I usually hate it when people get all emotional on me, but I'm fine with you, you're just the exception across the board entirely I guess.

He hesitated as he clicked enter until he reached the second page, he really, really didn't want to write the next part.

And I know that you don't know that this is my last year of college, so, that's also what this letter is for to tell you that I'm not gonna be here next year. I should've confessed last year, so we'd have more time together, but a semester is plenty of time! And then when you've gotten your degree we could move in together, or something like that, if you still want me around by the end of it all.

He can feel his hands shake as he types.

I love you Sapnap, and I'm gonna miss you a lot for an entire year, I'll still drop by from time to time. There's that one kitschy private school that got hot lunch from here last year, so I'm pretty sure I'd be allowed to drop in from time to time. I won't just give up DnD night, or Magic the Gathering, or having a laugh with you and the guys. I just won't always be around every single minute of every single day is all.

Signed, George.

George pulled his hands away from the keyboard before he could go back and rewrite the whole thing. He didn't even bother to glance over it. One draft. One chance. This is it, he'll take whatever response he gets when Sapnap reads the letter and he'll handle that response like a champ.

He clicks on the print button and the sound of his printer starting up is not only obnoxious, but loud as well. He just needs it to stay quiet, for a little bit, to just get out that one piece of double sided paper. He sits impatiently at the printer tray as the paper slides out, agonizingly slow, and in the same instant as it finishes George already has it in his hands. The paper is warm and the ink so fresh he's almost afraid he'll smudge it with the slightest touch against those letters torn from the depths of his heart.

He folds it in half before reaching for an envelope and sliding it in. He reaches blindly for his phone, popping open the case and sliding the photo into the envelope as well. Hesitation blankets his action as he runs his tongue along the adhesive strip and closes it shut, he flips it around and presses it against his desk to make sure it sticks.

He grabs a pen and scrawls Sapnaps name onto it, he pauses to consider adding a heart, how cliche would that be? Maybe a little bit too cliched, but he honestly doesn't care at this point. He adds the heart and a swivel of a line below the center where the name rests.

He leaves it on his desk before heading to his bed and splaying himself across it. He lies awake for a while, eyes flicking to the clock over and over again, watching as the minutes stagnate. When he finally dozes off to sleep he can barely think, nerves keeping him awake until he runs out of energy to burn.

-/-/-/-

The envelope rests in his pocket against his phone comfortably as he goes throughout the day, waiting patiently for the chefs to start lunch. He handed in his photos to the professor and politely asked if he could have them back afterwards, something he hadn't really done before. It garnered a slightly perplexed look from his teacher as she stacked the photos carefully atop her desk.

"You want them back?" She asked carefully.

George nodded, "I still haven't let the model see them yet."

"Alright, they'll be back in your hands by the end of the week," She stated before dismissing George.

George slipped his hands into his pockets as he walked down the hall, fingers resting at the seam of the paper so carefully adhered together. He kept his eyes close to the ground, the occasional swath of people doing little to deter him as he made his way straight to the room where Quackity was most likely in the middle of getting a lecture.

He waited impatiently outside of the doorway, watching as the occasional person walked by, most of which in the general direction of the cafeteria. He was tempted to pull out the letter and throw it into the garbage can across the room, it would be buried under everything else sooner than later. He chose against it, barely, he had to deliver the letter, he just, he absolutely needed too. He isn't sure of what he'll do if the words written don't make into Sapnaps hands by the end of the year. He doesn't want to find out either.

Quackity grabbed his wrist and started to drag him along, "C'mon man, the best food is probably already gone!"

George barely stumbled a single step as he picked up his pace, Quackity released his wrist, "Karl always saves us something good if we miss it."

"Not the point," Quackity said, "You wrote and printed that letter right?"

George nodded, "Of course man."

"The second Sapnap sits down with us you're gonna give him the letter," Quackity said calmly.

"What?! But, but everyone'll see," George said.

Quackity shot him a silencing glare, "George, you need to get it out of the way before you pussy out and never do it."

George stayed silent.

"You brought the letter to give to him right?" Quackity asked, he pulled out a chair as he spoke.

George nodded.

"Then give it to him," Quackity said, he gave a small sigh, "I fucking, I get it, but you just gotta go for it."

George took a seat in his chair and pulled out the envelope, he stared at it in an analytical manner. As though it was going to come to life and tear him wide open for all to see. And in a sense it was going to open him up when someone reads it, but it's gonna be Sapnap who gets to see it.

"I know, I'm gonna do it," George said, he drummed his fingers on the desk, "It's gonna happen."

Then Sapnap walked out, the doors swinging open, he looked absolutely spent. He didn't even remember to take off his apron which had splashes of red on it, clearly tomato sauce but from afar it could be mistaken for viscera. He still has a small paring knife in hand as he pours a small cup of water from the closest pitcher.

George reached out to the letter and retracted it as soon as Sapnap started to walked over, glass still in hand. He dropped down and placed the two items on the table before slinging an arm over George and placing a small kiss on his cheek. He smelt like a kitchen, like hot oil and fresh food, like onions and seared steak, George didn't really mind though.

"We're having spaghetti and meatballs for lunch today," Sapnap said, never once moving from his leaning position.

"Nice, sounds delectable as always," Quackity said with a slanting smirk.

George toyed with the corner of the envelope as he spoke, "I don't think I've had spaghetti and meatballs since I was kid."

"That is the worlds biggest shame, we need to get you a bowl ASAP," Sapnap stated boldly before taking a sip from his cup of water.

"For real," Quackity added on, "Anything new in the kitchen?"

"Nope, still mad at Fundy for eating my sandwich though," Sapnap said dejectedly, "Twas the best culinary delight I'll ever create in my life."

Quackity gave a hum, "I'm sure it was, how about you George?"

"Yeah, anything fun happen since the camera shoot?" Sapnap added on.

"I wrote something for you," George squeaked out awkwardly as he lifted up the envelope and placed it on the table.

Sapnap was quick to snatch it up, lining the blade of the paring knife with the small slit in the paper, "Love letters usually come before confessions George."

"Well, I had a love letter planned, but I forgot to give it to you," George said, "This is more of a thank you letter if anything."

Sapnap gave a hum of acknowledgement as he read over the front of the page while Quackity scanned the back. He placed down the letter on the table, a comfortable warmth spreading across him at how docile and domestic Georges choice of words were. But at the same time they made his stomach feel all fluttery, like he was full of a hundred moths, swarming in the darkness.

"Dude," Sapnap managed quietly, "That is the sweetest thing I have ever read."

George took a shaky breath, "Read the other side."

Sapnap flipped over the paper, his mood instantly deflated as he skimmed over the words. He gently folded the paper in half again, "You're leaving at the end of the year?" His voice cracked as he spoke and that shattered George.

George nodded, "Yeah, photography flies by pretty fast, and I just, I didn't think to tell you."

"I have two more years of training to finish my studies," Sapnap said quietly, "And you're leaving?"

"I, I'm sorry I didn't mention it sooner," George said, Sapnap leaned onto him.

"I'll live, barely," Sapnap said, "Just make sure to buy a house with enough room for the both of us."

"You think I'm gonna be that rich?" George asked, the faintest tinge of humor on his voice.

Sapnap shrugged, "A guy can dream, just, call me when you're gone okay?"

"Obviously," George said, he hesitantly placed a kiss to Sapnaps forehead.

"I love you George," Sapnap said quietly, resting his head in the crook of Georges neck.

"Love you too Sapnap," George answered with, resting an arm on Sapnaps shoulders.

Sapnap reached for the envelope and letter, going to slide back in but stopping when he felt something else. He was quick to pull it out, "When in the name of fuck did you take that photo?"

"Quackity did," George answered with, Sapnap glared at Quackity who only shrugged.

"Dudes, stop being so domestic," Karl butted in as he laid out plates of spaghetti, "Be dumb asses on your own time."

Quackity elbowed him, "Karl, I love you, but shush."

"What happened?" Karl asked, then his eyes landed on the letter, "Oh, shit, sorry for ruining the moment."

"Nice going, you ruined their moment," Quackity said, twirling a couple noodles onto his fork.

"I didn't realize they were having a moment!" Karl stated defensively, "I was busy serving everyone some delicious food."

"It's fine Karl," Sapnap said, voice smoothed over and free of cracks or agitation.

"Still, sorry," Karl said.

Quackity was already pulling his notebook out of his courier bag, "My turn to derail, I convinced Dream to make a DnD character."

"No shit for real?" George asked, leaning over the table a bit.

"For real," Quackity answered with.

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asdear · 1 month

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I managed to finish that El Rubio one-shot/flash fanfic that I promised. I'll also post it on AO3 later, but for now, it's only going to be found here. 👀

I marked this post as mature just in case. I've seen smut posts that aren't marked, but it doesn't hurt to be safe.

Anyway, enjoy reading a short fanfic of El Rubio getting off with a sex toy. It's also a "porn without plot" kinda fanfic, so the action happens right away lmao. 😏

(GIF below by me)

The blond man knelt down in his panic room and grasped his nine-inch dildo — which was lubricated and sticking to the floor — with one of his hands. Carefully lowering himself onto it, he inserted almost the entire length, the bottom part remaining outside.

He could feel his hole instantly begin to pulsate around it. It left him desperately wanting to get on with the action, and surely enough, it was not long until he did so. He let out a groan as he started to stroke himself and ride the toy, taking it slow and easy with both movements.

His erect dick also throbbed, and a small amount of pre-cum happened to leak from the tip. The sensations within him felt too incredible, especially since he experienced a strong wave of ecstasy from cocaine.

Although he did not use the toy for a very long time, he eagerly wanted more.

Riding it and touching himself slowly seemed too boring to him.

Juan gradually increased his pace doing both. He felt as if the toy was immediately stretching him out, despite not using it for a while. He moved smoothly against it, and it only made his lower body tremble. Though he was shaking a lot, he tried his hardest to stay propped up with his knees and legs.

The pleasure coursing through him made him feel as if he would lose balance and collapse, but he used what he could of his strength to remain kneeling on the floor.

"Ay... d-dios mío," he moaned.

He still felt his hole and cock throbbing and his legs trembling, and he found himself hyperventilating as well. The cocaine he had taken earlier made his private moment seem mesmerizing yet highly intense. He was also much calmer and less anxious, forgetting that he was chasing down and trying to kill the psychopathic person robbing him, as he was only focused on his alone time.

He had the option to go to his favorite guard, whom he had a sexual relationship with, but he solely wanted to be somewhere isolated. Even then, he sometimes preferred using his dildo instead of fucking another man, as it allowed him to do whatever he wanted when getting off.

Using it to unwind, too, and after a robbery was notably a good idea.

He needed it after all.

At that moment, he began to think about the guard, Manuel. Juan recalled the different times when they'd fuck in the sauna, with the drug lord also offering a higher salary in exchange for their sexual activities. On rare occasions, he would take the bottom role while having complete control and dominance over his guard. He was even a vocal and moaning mess just like Manuel, and both especially enjoyed being manhandled and abused.

He was the perfect fucktoy for Juan.

The cartel boss then proceeded to ponder the times he'd bottom — sweat forming on his forehead, groaning and cursing in his thick accent, and being slapped or having his hair pulled, all while getting roughly fucked by his younger employee.

He moaned at the thought, suddenly feeling an extreme, overwhelming sense of pleasure running through him. He did not know if he was on the verge of orgasm after only several minutes of masturbating, but he wished that his climax was delayed; he simply craved more of his toy and never wanted to finish just yet.

"F-Fuck. I-I better not... fucking cum... yet. I don't... want t-to... fucking... st-sto- ah, sh-shit!"

He happened to speak too soon, as his body unexpectedly convulsed more violently than before, causing him to pause his movements with the toy. He leaned forward and propped himself up, his other hand lying flatly against the floor. Breathing quickly, he quivered and shook as a few slow drops of cum left his dick.

Juan lowered his head, still jerking off, as he watched himself finish. He could only let out another moan as the thick, white substance slowly trickled down and spurted from the tip.

He was unable to control his body shaking, too, but he didn't want to ignore or stop it. Besides, it wasn't unusual or out of the ordinary that he was dealing with a strong orgasm. Such a feeling never occurred when he would top or use toys for his cock, but despite having powerful and pleasurable climaxes when receiving penetration, he preferred giving it.

Bottoming or anal play were special occasions for him.

Even when the last drop of cum finally left him, he continued to shake. Lifting his head, he stared at a nearby wall, still gasping rapidly as he waited for the effects of his climax to subside.

Eventually, an idea came to him, making him quietly chuckle.

"Fuck it. This is too much fun. Another round won't hurt."

#gta #grand theft auto #gta online #grand theft auto online #cayo perico #juan strickler #el rubio gta #gta el rubio #smut fanfiction #smut #one shot #one shot fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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bb-babyy · 2 years

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Freaks & Barbies <3 (pt2)

Eddie Munson x bimbo!reader

Warning(s): Mature; swearing; violence; suggestive themes

Summary: Just a freak pinning after a Barbie

Word Count: 4.8K

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"This is total bullshit!" You watched as Eddie paced furiously back and forth in front of you. His hands were flailing as curses slipped past his lips. He would occasionally pause to glare at Teddy, who kept his head down while holding a bag of ice on his lap.

"Yeah, it should be that creep getting reprimanded, not you!" Dustin exclaimed as he held your hand. You smiled and squeezed his hand as you kept the damaged roses neatly tucked in your other. Mike and Lucas only nodded, keeping their eyes on Teddy as well. Eddie groaned and finally took the empty seat on your left. You tilted your head and allowed it to rest on his shoulder. Sighing, Eddie slumped into his chair as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

Smiling, you pulled away to look at him. You puckered your lips, silently asking for an actual kiss. His expression grew bashful, but he complied and leaned down to give you a loving peck.

"Ugh, gross," Dustin said, retracting his hand from your own. You laughed and pulled away from Eddie to face Dustin. You grabbed his head and placed an obnoxious kiss on his forehead before letting him go.

The disgusted look on his face contradicted the vibrant hue on his cheeks. Lucas and Mike began to laugh and poke fun of Dustin as he tried to lean further away from you. "Jeeze," he mumbled and pulled the brim of his hat further down.

The door to the Principal's office finally opened, which gained all of your attention. Mr. Higgins walked out; his eyes were stern and serious. "I've called your parents Teddy, and they're on their way," he said, addressing Teddy first.

"And you! How dare your cause any physical harm to not only a student but a minor!" He glared at you. Eddie sprung out from his seat and took a step toward him. "What the hell, man! She's the victim here!" Mr. Higgins looked down his noes at Eddie, a frown spread across his thin lips.

"This does not concern you, Mr. Munson, as you were not present. You should be in Mr. Richards's class right now if I'm not mistaken," he sneered. Eddie's cheeks flushed with anger, and just before he could retaliate, you jumped up and stood in front of Eddie.

"Did you call my mom?" you asked. Everyone looked at you with confusion. "No–"

"Can I use your phone to call my mom?" You cut him off and took a tiny step towards his office. His eyebrows furrowed at your hopeful expression.

"You are an adult. I don't think calling your mommy is necessary." Regardless of his condescending tone, you only pouted and clasped your hands in front of your chest.

"Mr. Higgins, please! I may legally be an adult, but I am still a student." He watched you for a moment too long before he sighed and took a step to the side, gesturing towards his office. You smiled and gave Lucas the battered flowers, not wanting Eddie's pacing to destroy them further.

After ending your phone call, you were all forced to sit in Mr. Higgins's office as Teddy's parents finally arrived. You sat in Eddie's lap, giving the kids room to sit in the corner with their foldable chairs.

Eddie traced imaginary patterns on the skin on your thighs, paying no mind to the heated glares that the two of you were receiving. "I want her expelled!" Teddy's mother shrieked. Her husband only nodded with her, his eyes glued on the exposed flesh on your legs.

"This isn't the first time you have been in a situation like this, young lady, and to think that this school graciously gave you a second chance. It has only been a little over a month, and here you are, causing trouble!" You began to play with Eddie's rings, only half listening to Mr. Higgins's lecture. It had been over ten minutes of Mr. Higgens and Mrs. Tanner throwing chide remarks and other unsavory comments, and you had pretty much ignored most of it.

There was a knock on the door before Mrs. Perry, the Principal's assistant, peaked her head through the door. She smiled apologetically at everyone before letting Mr. Higgins know that both your parents had arrived.

Smiling, you shot up and ran towards your mom. Her smile faded once she looked away from you and towards the Principal. It was the first time that Eddie had a good look at either of your parents, and he was kind of shocked.

Your mother was tall, way taller than your father, and possibly taller than he was. Despite your father being shorter, he was still a reasonably handsome man with an air of confidence surrounding him. From the looks of it, you had your mother's eyes but your father's infectious smile.

Eddie stood up and offered your mother his chair, which she took as your father stood next to her. Dustin followed Eddie's example and gave your father his chair before standing in the corner with the rest of his friends.

"As I was saying. This may be your first offense; however, it is on a very grand scale. Due to your aggressive behavior from your past, there will be a board meeting in which we will discuss your punishment further." You dared to yawn as you studied your week-old manicure. You made a mental note to get them filled in, wanting them to look nice for your upcoming date with Eddie.

"No! I want this little tramp expelled right now!"

"Mrs. Tanner, I know that you are very upset at the situation, and so am I, but we must follow procedures that have been put in place for situations like this," Mr. Higgins explained.

"Excuse me, but what happened?" Your father asked, adjusting the frame of his glasses. Before Mr. Higgins could answer, Mrs. Tanner, cut him off.

"Your slut of a daughter viciously attacked my sweet baby boy after he rejected her advancements!" Your eyes flashed briefly, but the smile on your face stayed in place.

"Hey! Maybe your shitty son should've taken no for an answer before putting his hands on her!" Eddie stood in front of you as his balled-up hands shook with anger.

"That's it! Get out of here, Munson! Same with the rest of you!" Mr. Higgins slammed his hands on his large desk and pointed at the door. Eddie looked as if he were about to protest when there was a loud smack, causing everyone to jump.

You had just given Eddie a firm, loud pat on the butt that left everyone stunned. Eddie's cheeks quickly grew red as a stinging sensation lingered. You gave him a cheeky smile, not paying any mind to all of the eyes on you.

"It's okay, Eddie; this isn't my first rodeo with misogynist assholes like Mr. Higgins and Teddy. We'll be out of here soon," you promised, dragging Eddie towards the door and squeezing his hand before letting him go. He wanted to protest, but he was still in shock, and all he could do was nod and sit down with the kids in tow.

Eddie ignored the kids heckling as he shifted in his seat. He was still very flustered, not expecting you to give him a spank on the ass in front of everyone, he wouldn't admit it out loud, but it was kind of a turn-on. His leg continued to bounce as he waited for the door to open. It felt like hours had gone by, but the door finally swung open after fifteen minutes.

The Tanner family looked physically ill as they first stepped out of the door. Their faces were white as paper, and their lips were twisted as if they had sucked on a very sour lemon. Sweat began to bead down their brows as they filed out of the room. "C'mon, Theodore, Gloria." Mr. Tanner snapped out of his stupor as he grabbed hold of his son and wife and dragged his family out of the main office.

You were the next person to step out of the room. Your eyes were once again studying your nails in disdain. Once you finally looked up, your eyes immediately landed on Eddie's.

Smiling, you ran over and threw yourself at him. He stumbled back but held you close nonetheless. He wanted to ask what happened, but your father walked out with his arm wrapped around your mother's waist with Mr. Higgins in tow. Mr. Higgins looked just as physically ill as the Tanner family as he stuttered, apologizing to your parents.

Your mother raised a hand towards Mr. Higgins, silencing the blubbering man. "An agreement was made; we no longer need to keep having this discussion, Peter. Please, enjoy the rest of your day," she said, not turning to look at the man. His fake smile twitched at the corner of his lips from being brushed off and disrespected, no less by a woman.

He ignored you as he looked at the group of freshmen to the side. He cleared his throat and began to address them. "B-boys, the rest of you may go back to class–" The final bell rang, signaling that school was officially over.

"Anyways, e-enjoy your weekend, kids," he said, bidding a final farewell to your parents before scurrying back into his office. Eddie smirked at the closed door; it was the first time he had ever seen Mr. Higgins run away with his tail between his legs.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your friends, sweety?" Your father asked as he watched you closely. Eddie felt the need to drop his arm from over your shoulders, but the arm wrapped around his slim waist had tightened, preventing him from going far.

"Mama, papa, this is my pretty boyfriend, Eddie Munson. And these are our cute little freshmen; Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. They're the ones who tried to stop Teddy." Eddie's eyes widened not only from meeting your parents officially as your boyfriend but also because you called him pretty.

"Boyfriend? That's great, sweety," your father said, lifting his unoccupied hand for Eddie to shake. Eddie quickly shook his hand before offering it to your mother politely. The corner of her lips lifted, but her expression continued to stay neutral as she shook his hand.

"It was a pleasure to meet you boys, but we still have a meeting to attend. Mr. Munson, I expect you to have dinner with us soon," your mother said, keeping her eyes forward as she led the group to her parked car.

"O-of course." Eddie was sweating bullets, he had only met one of his ex-girlfriend's parents once, and it had ended in disaster. Not only did they look at him as if he had murdered someone, but they insulted him not only with their words but with their actions. But your parents were different. They just looked at him as if he was a regular person and not deemed as the town's freak.

"All right, sweety. We'll see you later tonight, don't stay out too long," your father said, giving you a quick kiss in farewell before your mother pulled away. It was only when your parents are out of sight did you get bombarded with questions.

"What happened?"

"Are you in trouble?"

"Did you get expelled again?"

"You're mom's hot." Everyone turned to look at Eddie. He hadn't realized that he had said that out loud. You only shook your head and giggled. "Thank you, I'll let her know," you teased.

"I'll answer all your questions, but can we go eat somewhere first? I'm like really craving a milkshake right now."

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You happily sipped your milkshake as you tapped your heels together. You were sitting in an empty parking lot near McDonald's after you had treated everyone to some greasy fast food.

"Alright, what do you want to know first?" It was hard to ignore the stares as everyone pretended to be invested in their food. Lifting your head, you made eye contact with Dustin first.

"Why did you call your mom? And are you expelled?"

"She's a lawyer. And no, I didn't get expelled." They were surprised, not expecting that, but it did make sense why you insisted on calling your mom.

"Did you get in any kind of trouble, I mean, you are the victim, but Mr. Higgens was dead set on giving you a punishment," Mike said. You turned to look at Mike and noticed that he had ketchup smeared on his cheek.

"Nope, but Teddy did. He got kicked off the baseball team and is suspended for the next two weeks," you said, lifting a spare napkin and cleaning his face as you answered. He gave an awkward smile in thanks and continued to stuff his face.

"That's it?! He could've hurt you!" Eddie exclaimed, no longer leaning against his van. "He couldn't hurt me if he wanted to, Edds," you said, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

"You don't know that sweetheart–"

"I do. Hold this, please," you said, giving Lucas your beverage. He raised an eyebrow in questioning, but he took it anyway. Out of everyone, Lucas was the only one you trusted to hold anything without fearing it dropping.

Standing up, you took several steps towards Eddie. You placed your hands on Eddie's shoulders and moved him over and away from his van.

Just as Eddie got ready to question your antics, however, the words died in his throat as he was hiked over your shoulder in a fireman carry. You hopped around a few times as he began to beg you to put him down. The boys were having a field day as they watched you manhandle Eddie.

"A–angel! I believe you; please put me down now," he huffed, a laugh ripping through his throat from being jostled around. You finally placed him down and smoothed out your skirt. You faced the boys again, holding the edges of your skirt and bowing in curtesy.

"That doesn't explain anything! Eddie's practically bones," Dustin said, rolling his eyes, a smile still on his lips. Your eyebrow twitched up as a grin rose to your lips.

Dustin realized his mistake and tried to run away, but you quickly caught up with him. "Prepare to eat your words Henderson!"

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"Nancy, I think I'm going to throw up." You were pacing back and forth furiously on your red velvet plush rug. You were finally going on an official first date with Eddie Munson a week after the Teddy Tanner incident, and you were experiencing a bad case of butterflies.

"You hate throwing up. And you'll ruin your makeup," Nancy said, looking up once before scratching something down on her homework. You had asked her to help you get ready even though the two of you had almost nothing in common regarding fashion, but she was your best friend. And as your best friend, she had to console all the little petty worries that plagued your mind.

"Do you think I look okay?!"

"You look hot." The outfit was a smidge basic and not as over the top as you were used to but you still kept up with your pink aesthetic. It was strongly suggested by Nancy to wear a sweater since the weather had obtained a bit of a harsh chill for being late November.

"Does my breath stink?"

"You brushed your teeth five minutes ago." She was shocked to see you so frazzled, even more so when it came to a boy, Eddie Munson, no less.

Walking over to your vanity, you reapplied your lipgloss after noticing the glossy shine had started to dim from gnawing on your lips. The sound of your doorbell ringing had interrupted the silent nitpicking of your appearance.

Even though Nancy was exhausted watching you worry yourself sick, she was happy for you. Eddie was a little weird and nerdy, but to see you so excited to go out with him, warmed her heart. He was a good guy who would treat you better than in your past failed relationships.

Leading you to the front door, Nacy slipped on her shoes and double-checked her bag to ensure she had all her homework. She reached over and held your hand to gain your attention.

"You'll be fine, and besides, if he tries anything, you'll just kick his ass." The two of you giggled at each other before she opened the door once she saw that you were ready. Your purse was in one hand, while Eddie's flowers were in the other.

Nancy smiled politely at Eddie, who took a step back to let her out of the house. Eddie's eyes widened at the sight of you. His eyes drifted to your hands, and they had widened. You had kept your promise. There was a gentle smile on your glossy lips as you held out a small bundle of black roses to him. He could feel his palms become sweaty, and he would've wiped them on his pants if he wasn't clutching a small bouquet of pink roses in his grasp.

You could feel your body flush at the sight of Eddie. He had dressed up a bit more than usual. His hair was a bit more tamed, and he wore a pair of faded black jeans that didn't have holes. His cheeks matched the roses in his possession which caused your heart to flutter.

"Hi, Eddie." You took a step closer and leaned in to place a delicate kiss on his cheeks. His cheeks flushed a deeper hue, but it seemed to snap him out of his trance. "H–hey!" He cleared his throat, feeling a bit timid from the voice crack.

"I got these for you; I know how much you liked pink, so…" he trailed off, lifting the flowers to you. You grinned a smile full of teeth and reached over to exchange the ones in your hands for his.

"I know how much you liked black, so I got these for you, as promised." Eddie was sure you could hear how hard his heart was beating in his chest. He felt almost light-headed from the dazzling smile that hadn't faltered once.

The shuttering sound of a camera and a flash made the two of you turn towards Nancy. She lowered the camera in her hands and smiled at the two of you. "I couldn't resist. You guys are just too cute," she joked and placed the device back into her bag.

Any tension that Eddie harbored had finally floated away. He felt like he could breathe once again. You gave Nancy a friendly kiss on the cheek and made her promise to provide you with the picture once she had it developed and waved her goodbye.

"Let me just put these in some water, and then we can go," you said, smiling lovingly at the flowers in your hands. He could feel his heart speed up at the look and wordlessly followed you inside. Once you were out of sight, he brought his flowers to his nose. They smelt absolutely lovely despite the color.

Eddie had never felt happier. He had never been gifted flowers before, and you had given them to him twice in the same week. He realized that he really appreciated the gesture more than he thought he would. It made him feel cherished.

He hadn't realized that you were watching him until he opened his eyes and lifted his head away from the flowers. Your head was tilted with a soft smile adorning your lips. "I'm glad you like them, Eddie. I was kind of worried that you would like something other than roses, but the color drew me in."

"I don't like them. I love them, sweetheart. Thank you," he said, opening his arms. Your smile grew wider as you wrapped your arms around his middle. You swayed in his arms before he pulled away slightly to place his lips on your own. The kiss was passionate; however, it was still relaxed and new.

It took everything in Eddie not to devour you whole as you pulled away. He absentmindedly chased your lips with his own. You giggled and stepped an arm's length away. "We're going to be late for the movie Eddie," you said, looking at him through your lashes. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and nodded, pulling you out the door with his free hand.

Eddie was afraid you wouldn't like it since it was a horror movie, but you looked enthralled. You flinched a few times but weren't as scared as he thought you would be. He was also secretly hoping that you would jump into his lap, as cliche as it sounds, but you did hold his hand once the popcorn was all gone.

You swung your conjoined hands as you reminisced on what you had seen. "God, the main actress totally deserves an award. Like, I have goosebumps from her final scream. What do you think, Eddie?" He only hummed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Eddie was nervous about showing you his favorite diner. "Lucy's" was in the more dangerous part of town. Not only did they serve the best food in the city, but there was a special place in his heart for the dingy diner. It was the last place he had gone to with his mother before she dropped him off permanently at his uncle's.

He put the van into park, not attempting to get out. You looked at him confused; his knuckles turned white as he kept his eyes ahead.

"Honey? Eddie? Is there something wrong?" you asked, placing your hand on his arm. He took a deep breath and shook his head. He smiled at you and grabbed the hand on his arm, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

"No, I'm fine, princess. Let's go in." Eddie watched you like a hawk as you took in your surroundings. Your smile hadn't faltered once as you skimmed the worn menu. "I think this is the best date I've ever been on, Eddie," you said, keeping your eyes on the paper. He felt his heart skip a beat as he finally relaxed back into his seat.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. It's way better than Marcus Dinkley, who took me boating. I can safely say that I hate boating because of him," you joked, finally looking him in the eyes. He smiled and reached over to hold your hand.

"You went on a date with a guy with the last name Dinkley? What if you had married this guy, princess? Your last name would be Dinkley, and that is such a lame last name," he said, making a face that caused you to giggle.

"You're right; what was I thinking? It's a good thing that I adore Munson then." Eddie's lips parted in awe. Just as he began to form something coherent, the waitress interrupted. Giving her your orders, you watched as she walked away.

"I'll be right back, Eddie. I have to go to the restroom," you said, scooting out of the corner booth. Eddie nodded and only let his eyes dip down briefly at the sway of your hips before looking down at his rings.

Eddie flushed as he thought of your first name with his last name. He then thought about how you'd look on your wedding day and how your white dress would hug you beautifully. He also thought about the honeymoon and what he loved to do–

The woman sitting down in front of him awoke him from his daydreams, and he quickly noticed that it wasn't you. She was an older woman who looked kind of familiar but at the same time not really. She fluttered her eyelashes at him and reached over to hold his hands. He quickly pulled them away and onto his lap.

Her smile dipped at the seams of her lips, but she only leaned closer. "It's been a while, Eddie. Did you miss me?" she asked. He tried to remember what the hell she was talking about, but nothing came to mind.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you, ma'am." Eddie looked around, hoping that you would be back soon. "Dawn? You played at The Hideout a few months ago with your band, and I took you back to my place for a few drinks. You gave me the best orgasm of my life–"

Eddie froze. The memory had quickly resurfaced. It was a week before you would transfer, and he had experienced one of the worst weeks of his life. He had tried to take out most of his anger and negative emotions on stage, but it wasn't enough.

Dawn sat near the stage, and she had given him bedroom eyes every time that they had made eye contact. Once his band had finished performing, he stayed at the bar and gave Jeff the keys to his van to drop everyone and the equipment off. He had a few drinks at the bar, but then he returned to her place and had a few more before he had the most vicious sex of his life. He honestly felt terrible about how rough he had been. Still, Dawn seemed more than happy to go another round the following day, which he had agreed to.

"Oh, who's this Eddie?" you asked, peering down at the woman in your seat. Eddie was freaking out on the inside. He prayed to any spiritual being that was listening to make him disappear in a cloud of smoke, or bats or smoke bats.

"Who's the barbie?" Dawn sneered. She scoffed at your appearance, but you only looked at her in curiosity. "If you're only looking for a good time Eddie, then you could ditch barbie and come with me," she offered, sticking out her chest.

Your brow twitched as you looked away from Dawn and towards Eddie. He cleared his throat and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. "Actually, Dawn. We're on a date, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to my girlfriend like that." His eyes glowered at the woman, only causing her to scoff.

"C'mon, Eddie, I'll let you hit it from the back again," she offered. Eddie's eyes widened in horror as he ripped his gaze away from Dawn and towards you. You still looked confused, but amusement glimmered in your eyes at her suggestion.

"Listen, lady, I am all for women supporting women, and fuck men who get between them; however, this is our first date, and I will not allow you to ruin it." The darkness in your eyes had reappeared again, and it caused a jolt of excitement to travel up and down Eddie's body.

Dawn rolled her eyes at your threat and scoffed. "Listen, princess. The adults are talking–"

"I will not repeat myself, Dawn. If you ruin this date, there will be fatal consequences. Move, or I will move you." Your voice had lowered to a rasp. Eddie could feel his dick jump in his pants. Your perfectly manicured fingernail tapped the table top menacingly as you glared into the woman's soul. The air around you screamed of danger and a promise of pain.

"Dawn, trust me, she may look sweet, sound sweet, but she can get real sour when she needs to be. I've seen her knockout a 180-pound baseball player right on his ass. And by the looks of it, you're about 150 pounds, max, so she would not have any trouble with you at all," Eddie said, backing up your warning.

Dawn's cheeks flushed with anger, but she decided to take the high road. "When you're ready for a real woman Eddie, I'll be around," she said, turning around and stomping off.

Eddie could feel your fist shake in his grasp as you continued to stare at the woman's back. "Hey, it's alright, princess," Eddie cooed, trying to coax you back down. You snapped out of your trance as you plopped back down in the booth once again.

Before either of you could address what had just happened, the waitress placed your food down and offered the both of you a tired smile as she walked away after your 'thank yous .' You grabbed a fry from his plate, causing him to glare playfully.

"I didn't know you were into cougars, Eddie," you said after taking a bite of your food. Eddie had just about choked on his drink while you only smiled cooly at him. "I– We just…uh." You giggled and reached over to grab his hand. You interlocked your fingers with him and rubbed soothing circles with your pink on the side of his palm.

"You don't have to explain yourself, honey. I'm just teasing you." Eddie only smiled and shook his head; he was grateful that you weren't judging him for his questionable choices.

"But what was it like with an older woman? She looks like she would be a screamer."

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weepinglevi · 3 years

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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wrong-way-sir · 3 years

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Your boyfriend Shuuji Hanma isn't a man of comforting words and tends to come off as cold or uncaring but when it matters most you can always count on him to calm your worries no matter how trivial the subject might seem.

Requested by: @dabisfireflower

CW: GN Y/N, Aged!Up Hanma, Possible Tokyo Revenger spoilers, Light Angst, Curse Words, a little bit of an argument, Hanma isn't good with words, Mentions of Smoking, Fluff, and little to no proofreading! ♡

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1:50 P.M.

Your eyes stared at the analog clock that hung over the TV in your apartment living room. The feeling hadn't come back to your fingers, you felt like you had pin-needles digging into your thighs, and the only feeling present was the tingling of your face. Your fingers twisted the end of your hair as anxiety ran through you while you waited for the handles of the clock to reach 2:30 P.M.

You had to leave at 2:30 P.M. to arrive at the salon at 3 o'clock. Your body refused to remove itself from the couch until then. To be honest you don't know if you would even be able to walk with how your anxiety was treating you. Why did you even make the damn appointment? You thought to yourself as you pulled on the end of your hair hard enough to ache slightly and pull you out of the spiral of thoughts.

As trivial as it sounded the thought of chopping off your hair at the salon filled you with dread. You had spent so many years growing it out but to your dismay it hadn't had been for the better. You had realized only a few days ago while trying to dye it with box dye how bad your hair's state was, all the dye, the heat, the different products had left you hair beyond repair.

Scheduling a haircut hadn't been your original idea. It had been your boyfriend's. He had thrown it out nonchalantly and the moment it left his lips your heart picked up its pace. Shuuji didn't know about this anxiety, nor would he care about it if you told him so you had done as he suggested and scheduled a haircut.

"I'm coming in, it's Shuuji."

Your head shot to the door of your apartment where Shuuji was kicking off his shoes as he fumbled with his jacket. A half smoked cigarette hung from his lips, unlit. A deep breath escaped you and your hand that had been twisting the dead ends of your hair dropped to your thighs.

"Hey Princess," Shuuji smiled as he made his way towards you on the couch. You watched as he removed unlit stick from his mouth and he leaned down to place a kiss to your forehead before he fell onto the couch next to you, "You miss me? Of course you did." He giggled as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table.

A smiled placed itself on your features at the soft kiss coming from your boyfriend. It had relieved a small tension you had in your shoulders as Shuuji sat next to you. You were more than happy to see him. He would help you get your mind off your hair for the next 30 minutes.

"Shuuji get your feet off the table!" You protested as you smacked his thigh. He rolled his eyes as he removed his feet and placed them back on the carpet, "Why are you here? I thought you were busy today with Kisaki and the rest?" You asked as you sunk back into your old couch as Shuuji shrugged.

"Like I give a shit about those guys," Shuuji said and you sighed, "Only guy I even remotely care for is Kisaki and even then he's a bit much. Plus he said he had someone else to fuck Toman's plans up, gave me the day off, so I thought I would come see my baby."

You shook your head in disbelief, you knew your boyfriend was involved with the gang life but you hadn't minded it all that much as long as he didn't show up with a bullet wound on your door step or in a body bag. Although you had to admit, him working for that weirdo Kisaki made you uncomfortable but for Shuuji you shook it off.

"Well, thank Kisaki for me next time. Now you can get my mind off things until I leave." You smiled and he hummed in agreement before his features turned into confusion with a head tilt.

"Eh? Where are you going, work?" He asked and you rolled your eyes, of course your boyfriend hadn't remembered about your hair appointment even when you had to repeat yourself for a week straight. Sometimes you wondered if Shuuji ever thought of anything besides his own plans.

"Shuuji, I told you so many times, I'm getting my hair cut today."

"Oh yeah, I forgot... Why do you need to get your mind off of that it's just a stupid haircut." Shuuji said as he stretched out more on your couch, his head falling back onto the back of it.

You pursed your lips into a tight line as you looked over at your boyfriend relaxing. Your eyes fell to your fingers as they picked at your cuticles from the anxiety growing again at the way Shuuji had blown off your feelings.

"It's not just a stupid haircut, Shuuji..." You mumbled and you felt his gaze turn to you, "I've grown it out for so long... I'm chopping of so much of it, I'm scared."

Your eyes looked back over to Shuuji who looked back with a unfazed expression. His eyes traveled to your hair and he gave a hum as his head fell back once again and you gave a defeated sigh.

"You need it though, you hair's all frizzy and dead.... Looks like shit anyways who cares if you chop it off?" He chuckled and you whipped your head towards him with a look of disbelief and annoyance on your face.

"I do, Shuuji!" You said almost a little too loudly. It caused him to flinch as his head shot up to connect eyes with you, a mumbled apology left your lips as you turned to the coffee table in front of you that your boyfriend had previously put his feet on. "What if short hair looks ugly on me or what if it takes too long to grow back? I'll be stuck looking like an idiot. Not to mention I've never been to the hairdresser I scheduled with and I'm also terrified you're not gonna like it so yeah, I care, okay?"

Silence fell and your eyes didn't leave your clenched fists. Worry started to set in again as you two sat next to each other. You already felt idiotic for being so nervous and the fact you had gotten so defensive with your boyfriend of your dried and damaged hair only added to the internal humiliation.

You could feel your boyfriend's gaze on the side of your face as you stared at your hands. Another apology was bubbling up in your throat but as you went to turn to him you saw his tattooed hand take yours. Shuuji rested his chin on your shoulder as he grasped your hand. His shallow breath tickled your face.

"Shuuji-"

"It's just a haircut, babe." Shuuji said softly and you sighed for the umpteenth time while letting out a panicked chuff, "You'll figure a way to look good with it no matter how short. Hey, and if it really does look that bad then I'll just shave my head that way we can both be ugly. We'll be that hot ugly couple."

A laugh replaced the bubble in your throat as you imagined your boyfriend bald. Shuuji chuckled with you as his chin continued to rest on your shoulder. The laughter grew with each image that popped into your mind and you boyfriend laughed with you because he had made you. Soon enough you were both giggling like children on your couch with the anxiety you once had gone.

A few more chuckles escaped you and you let your free hand swipe under your eye as you felt them watering. You cleared your throat and shook your head, your tangled hair falling in your face. You paused as you felt Shuuji's fingers take the hair and put it behind you ear. You turned to him to see a wide smile on his face and leaned into his hand as it cupped your face. His eyes scanned your features and he let out a sigh as he dropped his hand.

"Nah, I couldn't do that. Then I really would be the ugly one in the relationship." He laughed as he fell back to the couch and let out at grunt when your free hand collided with his side.

"Shut up, you're not ugly, you always look good." You mumbled and dropped your chin into your propped up hand.

"So do you! I don't know why you're so nervous, it's just hair it grows back but if you're really that nervous about it... I can go with you, keep your stylist in line make sure they know if they fuck up I'll be waiting for them outside."

A laugh left you once again as you shook your head fondly at your boyfriend's threat. You smiled at his offer and your felt yourself relax at the thought of Shuuji be near you during the haircut. You honestly didn't think you would be able to do it alone.

"Really, you'll go with me?" You asked as you hoped he hadn't been joking like he always did.

Shuuji gave a nod and let his eyes glance at the clock that hung over the TV. He gave a sigh and pushed himself up, yanking his hand from your in the process. You frowned at the loss of warmth and looked up just as he bent down to place a kiss to your lips.

"Alright baby, let's go, I brought my bike." Shuuji said as walked away from your sitting form and to the door to slip his jacket and boots back on.

Your eyes glanced at the clock once again to see how much time had passed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stared at the clock that was telling you it was time to leave and get this whole ordeal over with. You pushed your hair back as if you were also pushing you anxiousness to the back of your head before you turned to your boyfriend who was slipping on his gang jacket.

A smile returned to your face as you watched him. You were thankful to have him in your life for little things like this. Despite his personality and the way he spoke you knew your boyfriend cared just as much as you did. You also knew he would try to fix anything for you and make you laugh even if the threat of violence was followed. You loved him for that, you loved that he cared for you the way you did for him.

"Shuuji," You called to him and he looked over you as he finished putting on his jacket with a soft hum. "Thank you, I love you."

"Who wouldn't love me, I'm great." He gave you a devious smirk along with an arch of his eyebrow as he puffed out his jacket collar and you rolled your eyes as you reached back to grab a pillow from the couch to through it at him. To your dismay he caught it and chuckled, "Kidding, you know I love you baby. Now come on, I like it when you hold on to me while we ride."

You watched as your boyfriend jangled his motorcycle key and you shook your head with a laugh as you pushed yourself from the couch to follow him out the door.

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'someday maybe' | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: one swear? fluff and angst? kisses

summary: you're so close to finishing your second album when your manager pushes the deadline, your ex tom helps you write the final track.

{listen to someday by michael bublè and meghan trainor (if you want)}

wc: 2.1k

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey,"

"Yes, yes. I know. You are not being a very helpful manager right now, Noelle." you spoke to your phone as you paced around the living room, "Okay. I'll get working on it. Bye." you huffed and threw your phone against the couch.

Your album was due to be released in two months and you needed one more song to tie it all together. Your manager, Noelle, was pushing you to finish the song so she could start the promo of the album.

You were incredibly grateful for your career, but the pressure weighed down on you everyday. Never ending.

With a final groan you picked up your acoustic guitar and sat on the couch. Picking at the strings, trying to find a melody. You hit record on your voice memo app before strumming away.

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey, we can be in love once more. 'Till then I won't give my love away. Darling, I'm forever only yours." you sang softly.

You and Tom had a joyous relationship. A love that only ever existed in movies and fairytales. The type of love story that gets told for generations and onwards. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Your breakup was calm, serene and clean. A mutual agreement as if your whole relationship had been a business deal. There were no loose ends or jealous passive aggressive remarks made. Just maturity and respect for one another.

Your pinky still held the promise ring he gave you. A token of appreciation. A reassurance that he'd always be there for you. And he lived up to his word.

Tom walked in and sat across from you, startling you, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Whatcha writing?"

"Need a final song for the album. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just get better inspiration here, with all the memories, you know?" you timidly looked back down at the guitar.

Tom nodded, "No need to apologize. We gave you a spare key for a reason."

You couldn't stop yourself from spilling the words from your lips, "That was when we were together."

You could hear the awkward silence start to fill the room before he spoke again, "Still our best friend, Y/L/N."

The pain that crossed your features was instant. Being addressed by your last name felt like a stab to the gut. Especially by Tom.

You nodded before playing again, "Can I help you write it?" Tom asked as he sat next to you.

"Dancer, gymnast, actor and now songwriter. How many hidden talents have you got, Holland?" you teased making him laugh.

He shrugged with a smile, "It's kind of like writing a poem, right?"

You pondered on his analogy before slowly nodding, "Yeah, it kind of is. Give it a go."

You began playing the melody and he listened intently for a few moments before singing, "I love seeing you happy. I miss seeing that smile. It's been such a long time. A– Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. I can't do it." he shook his head aggressively with a loud laugh as you stopped playing.

"No!" you quickly protested, "That was amazing! Don't leave me hanging, c'mon." you nudged him with your shoulder before strumming again.

"Alright, alright." he ran his hands down his face, "And although I don't have you, I know now that I need to?" he paused and gave you a skeptical look before you nodded again, "Somehow make you mine. Mmm."

"Oh, okay. He's giving ad-libs and all. Get it." you nodded as he laughed.

You were so engrossed on Tom actually writing a song with you that you didn't focus on the lyrics he was singing.

"And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'cause I know he can't hold you like I can." his mood seemed to drop by a thousand as the words left his lips.

"When can we meet this boyfriend of yours?" Harrison flicked your forehead from across the booth.

You, Harrison, Tom and Tuwaine were all sat in the local pub. Pints of beer in front of each of you as loud music and chatting filled your ears.

You shrugged, "He's picking me up, so possibly tonight."

Tuwaine's eyes lit up, "Fina-fucking-lly. I swear you've kept him hidden for years."

"We've only been together for three months, T." you laughed lightly with the group of boys.

And they met him. It wasn't the smoothest of introductions, but an introduction nonetheless.

"Boys, this is Kai. Kai this is Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine." you gestured to the parties as they all shook hands and gave polite greetings.

"So," Harrison started, "What do you do for a living, Kai?"

Kai cleared his throat, "I'm a Senior Resident at Kingston Hospital. Working towards being Head of Pediatrics."

Tuwaine and Harrison both nodded, impressed by his profession. Tom's face remained expressionless as he stared at Kai with cold eyes.

"Do you have any siblings, Kai? Any psycho ex-girlfriends? Any wacky cousins?" Tuwaine joked making everyone laugh. "'Cause Y/N has a lot of wacky cousins."

"We could be in love once more,"

"Hey!" you gasped with a laugh.

Kai pulled you closer to him as he laughed, "No, no wacky cousins or psycho exes, but I do have an older sister and a younger brother."

This game of ask and answer continued on for a few more minutes. Tom didn't say a word, just sipped his beer and burned holes into Kai with his eyes. If looks could kill, Kai would be six feet under.

Kai was a sweetheart, but you two ended ages ago. His work got too much for him and your job had you touring and travelling every second.

You picked up after him with the chorus before diving into your own verse, "I remember that love song. I sang every word wrong, but you didn't mind, no, no."

"I love the things you do. It's how you do the things you love. Well it's not a love song, not a love song. I love the way you get me, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is not a love song, not a love song!" Tom belted the 'Austin & Ally' song from the top of his lungs.

"Your turn!" he pointed the pretend mic in your direction.

You laughed, not knowing any of the lyrics, but still wanting to participate, "I love that you not a licket! And you own a watch and chicken! We got a car!" you sang with full confidence, making Tom burst with laughter.

"Yes! Sing it, darling!" he cheered you on, "Absolutely butchering the lyrics, but sing it!"

"Being stuck inside a car. If it's not a doe, don't kiss it! I can't hear a missing, when there's a shoe inside the ceiling! If you really need to fart, you can lunch on a pig farm! Love song! Love song!" you couldn't even hear the song in the background, your voice overpowering it.

Tom was hunched over from laughing before he came back up and planted a soft kiss on your lips, "You are one hundred percent ridiculous and I love it."

You brought yourself back to reality and sang again, "And I'll admit that I miss you, but only if you do. 'Cause you know that I'm shy. And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her. 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can."

Tom's eyes met yours as the words fell from your gentle lips. His mouth was slightly agape as you continued to strum.

"You are absolute rubbish. Imagine coming in eighth. Embarassing." you laughed as you crushed Harrison in a game of Mario Kart.

He shoved you with his shoulder, "You're such a try ha—"

"—It's always the same, Tom! How can I trust you? You follow gorgeous models on Instagram and expect me to trust you?" Nadia's voice cut Harrison's words off.

You looked at him with wide eyes, his expression matching yours.

"Those women that I follow have been my friends for ages. Who I follow on a stupid app shouldn't effect how much you trust me."

You paused the game, cutting off the theme song, "How long have they been fighting like this?"

Harrison sighed, a long groan following, "A few weeks. I think it started when she saw that he liked your Instagram picture?"

You stammered, "M-my post? She got mad about my post?"

Harrison nodded before opening his mouth to speak, but Nadia cut him off again, "And she practically lives here! How do you think it makes me feel seeing my boyfriend play house with a superstar?!"

"Aw, a superstar? I'm flattered." you joked making Harrison stifle a laugh.

"I've been friends with Y/N since we were in nappies!"

"I can't be with you if you're going to be friends with her."

Your laughter abruptly died at her words. Harrison stiffened beside you.

"Y-you can't be serious. You can't make me choose between you and her."

"Why? Because you're gonna choose her?" you could hear her voice crack.

"I-" Tom couldn't make out a sentence for a few moments, "Yeah. I'm gonna choose her."

Your heart fell from it's place, stopping at your feet. Harrison brought a hand to his mouth, "H-he chose you. He chose you!" he whisper shouted before you shushed him.

"Of course. I don't know why I expected anything different. I think I'll be going now." Nadia's footsteps approached the living room.

You and Harrison scrambled to look as if you weren't eavesdropping on their argument/breakup.

Tom followed close behind her, "I'm sorry. I really am."

She nodded, hand on the doorknob, "I know. Goodbye." she stepped out of the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.

Tom let out a breath of relief before turning to you and Harrison who were staring at the Mario Kart home screen with the infamous tune playing.

"You guys are terrible actors."

"'Till then I won't give my love away,"

"I'm forever only yours." the both of you finished the song in unison.

There was a moment of silence before you reached over and ended the voice recording.

"T-that was really good. You can change what I wrote, I know it isn't as good as anything you would've written, but I tried. And it was actually pretty fun and I never knew how difficult songwriting was un—"

"—Kiss me." you cut Tom's rambling off.

His eyes grew wide, "W-wha—"

"—Kiss me, Holland."

He swallowed, a small smile stretching on his lips, "Thank God."

And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Interlocking like missing puzzle pieces. Moving in sync like waves in the ocean. Soft and sweet, but filled with passion. You could feel his smile against your lips causing you to grin.

His hand came up to pull your face closer into his. Caressing your jaw, fingertips playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. His other hand holding your hip in a tight grip. Pressing the pads of his digits into your flesh, scared that you might slip through his fingers again.

One of your hands was pressed flat against his chest. Steadying yourself, the heat of the kiss threatening to throw you off of your axis. Your other hand tangled itself into Tom's curls. Pulling and tugging lightly causing small groans to fall from Tom's lips. Your fingernails scratching his scalp. Pulling him impossibly closer to you.

"I want my ten pounds." Harrison's voice snapped you and Tom out of your make out session.

Him and Tuwaine stood in the doorway, shit eating grins on their faces.

Tuwaine laughed before placing a ten pound note in Harrison's palm, "You guys couldn't have waited until next month to get back together?"

"You two were betting on us?" Tom laughed at his mates who nodded.

You shook your head with a smile, "Absolute idiots, all of you."

Harrison let out a happy sigh and pocketed the money, "Today was a good day. Had a sick ass shoot. Got ten pounds. And my best friends are finally together again." he waltzed into the kitchen with Tuwaine, leaving you and Tom alone again.

Tom's shy expression met your gleeful one before he spoke, "Someday came a lot sooner than expected, huh?" he chuckled.

You nodded with a laugh, "It certainly did and I am not complaining."

He sent you a wide grin before cupping your face and connecting your lips to his again.

"Darling, I'm forever only yours."

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lyssahlyssah · 3 years

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Obey Me! The Present

a/n: not suitable for work

Well, this took a week of my life, but it's ok! It's obviously something I needed to get off my chest (ahem). I hope you enjoy. 🟣🔵⚫

pairing: F!MC x Belphegor, category: (very) not suitable for work, warnings: some angst, virgin sex, penetration, oral sex, teasing, man-eating petunias. description: Belphie give F!MC the present she's always wanted. wordcount: 2.1k

"Is there anything else I can do for you for your birthday? Being your present and all. "

In your room, Belphie stands in front of you with his usual coy smile. Tall and gorgeous, he cocks his head to one side causing hair to fall into his violet eyes. He confidently holds your gaze. As the gaze lingers, his smile deepens, playfully suggestive.

Today is your birthday and you've spent it on a date with Belphie. Feeling guilty after forgetting to buy you anything, he had cleverly volunteered to be your present, granting you any wishes you wanted.

Excited by his creativity (and the prospect of time with him alone), you had taken full advantage, first visiting the planetarium and then the botanical gardens. You'd laughed together, played around, took naps under a tree with his head in your lap. At the botanical gardens, he'd even rescued you from man-eating petunias after you took a wrong turn, and had shamelessly teased you about it since. Everything was effortless and fun when you were together.

And now, looking at his smiling face, you reflected on how far the two of you'd come. This wasn't Belphie from long ago in the attic; the angry and vengeful demon that once tried to kill you, heart twisted with hate from the loss of his beloved sister. No, he had changed. As time had gone on, he had warmed to the whole world, even to his older brother Lucifer, whom he had once admitted hating to the point of murder. He was now letting people to get close to him again. And especially you. He had opened the door to his heart and was inviting you in.

Because of the complicated history you shared, a special bond grew between you. His aloofness drew your open and loving nature like a moth to a flame, and you clicked like magnets due to your differences. Over any of the other brothers, he made you feel comfortable. Facing him now, you realized you've fallen hard for the infamous sloth demon. It was for those reasons, a response to his question immediately floated to your lips.

"Kiss me", you say, giving him a smile of your own.

"Sure", he agrees, a blush on his cheeks. Your lips meet. It's soft and sweet. Somehow, even though you aren't sure where he found the time between naps to become this way, Belphie is an incredible kisser.

His lips push down on yours with a little more force, then abruptly pull back, leaving you breathless. "Is that all?" he asks. "In that case, I'll give myself to you every day" his eyes crinkle in a smile, ever teasing.

You wet your lips, heart pattering in your chest. You did want more from him...a lot more. Now or never. you think. You catch his hand and hold it. "Ah...Belphie...actually, what I want instead, is to give m-myself....to you." you stammer a little in getting it out. His eyes widen as he realizes what you're insinuating. Silence.

"MC...you sure? With me?" Belphie stares back at you, no longer joking. He pauses. "Why me? Why not Lucifer...or...or...The Great Mammon?" he says, with a sarcastic flourish.

When he sees your face drop, he immediately apologizes and runs a hand through his thick hair, ruffling it. His voice softens. "I'm sorry...I've been angry for so long, you know? Sometimes it just comes out when I don't mean it to."

He takes your hand again and pulls you to the bed where you sit down together. Color rises in his cheeks. "Really though...I've lied to you, I've manipulated you. Not that long ago...I even tried to kill you. Why am I the one you want for this?" He searches your face for an answer.

"You're my master, I can't refuse you, and I'd be crazy to anyway, but...why me?" Standing up, he paces a few feet in a circle, then sits down again. You've rarely seen him this worked up; it's obvious he still hasn't totally forgiven himself for hurting you.

"I love you Belphie", the words fall out of your mouth. Your eyes widen. You search your feelings and know it isn't a lie. His eyes are wide too. "Do...do you mean that?" he questions, leaning back.

You nod, "I need you, Belphie. I feel safe with you; I know you'd never hurt me now. And...I know you need me too". You continue, your voice low. "I want you. More than anyone else".

The words visibly shake him. He drops his head, staring into his lap, then slowly brings his head back up and gazes at you. You're taken aback by the open desire you see there. It's as if a mask has fallen off and you're seeing the real him for the first time.

When he speaks, it's slowly, deliberately.

"I want to know you that way, MC...More intimately than anyone ever has." His eyes start to glow a fierce purple. "You're mine, and I want to be your first. I want to give you something to remember me by when you go back to the human world." You swallow hard, your heart starting to race and nod.

He leans forward, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you. And again. Deeply, tongue reaching hungrily into your mouth. You whimper against his lips, full of want.

You give yourself over completely to his touch. His hands are on your face, guiding the movement of your heads. It feels so good, all the strength leaves you, and you fully let him hold you up. Between kisses, he makes small sounds of passion.

"You drive me crazy" he murmurs, looking into your eyes. A thrill runs up your spine. He's here, fully here - with you. No distance. Not a trace of sleepiness. In this moment of closeness, Belphie has completely overcome his sin.

You gasp as his fingers effortlessly snap off the button to your jeans with an audible pop. "Oops", he says, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

He leans you back onto the covers. Continuing to kiss you, he slides his hand into your jeans and caresses your lower stomach, playing with the hollow of your hip bone. Ticklish, you sharply draw in a breath, causing him to smile at you. "Don't be nervous" he says reassuringly. "I'll take care of you".

He sides your pants down, and then completely takes them off. You shiver, all at once feeling vulnerable.

"Mmmm..." He murmurs, looking over your body. "You're so beautiful. I've dreamed about getting to touch you like this". He reverently slides his hands up and down your thighs, your hips, your waist. Goosebumps raise up at his touch.

Holding your gaze, he leans down and pulls your shirt over your head then sits upright and does the same for himself. His hair is even more disheveled afterward and the thought of it being that way because you're in bed together turns you on.

Even though you've napped together endlessly, you've never seen this much of his body, and you sigh with pleasure drinking in the width of his shoulders, his flat stomach. He watches you just as avidly and the small smile returns as he sees the effect he has on you.

Leaning in, Belphie captures your lips once more in a steamy kiss. Running his hands up your shoulders, he cups your cheeks, then traces down your back and unhooks your bra. You respond by thrusting your own hands into his hair and pulling him to you.

He kisses his way down your chest and your stomach, where his lips leave little trails of fire on your skin. You try but can't remember ever feeling more aroused. He playfully nips your belly button as it goes by, and smiles when you jump and protest, eyes glinting.

Belphie stops between your legs, breathing out slowly, and kisses up one of your thighs. At the top he hugs it to his face, cheek pressing into the flesh. Pausing, he looks at you sideways and says, "I've wanted to do this since we met".

Taking his time, he hooks your panties with one finger and pulls them down. Admiring the view, he runs a finger down your core, lightly teasing your clit. You sigh, then jump when he gives a jerk. "You're so fucking wet down here" he utters in awed tones.

Seeing you so excited for him seems to unhinge him a little. Looking at your soaked slit with total attention, he raises his finger to his lips and lightly sucks off your excitement. His eyes flutter close and a low groan of desire escapes him. Leaning in, he buries his face in your folds. His soft tongue pushes roughly against your swollen clit and it's your turn to gasp.

He continues to work on you for a few minutes. The pleasure overwhelms you, but still, you want him deeper. Parts of yourself you aren't familiar with are showing up and demanding to be satisfied. You try to stretch your legs further and wider apart so his tongue can reach every needy part of you. More than happy to help, he greedily tongues your tight hole. "B-Belphie!" Your voice rises as you near your climax. He reaches one hand up and laces your fingers through his. "Go ahead, MC...I've got you, you're safe. I want to taste you when you cum." Soothed, you let yourself go fully, shuddering, waves of euphoria threatening to drown you. "Mmmm..." Belphie says contentedly. You can feel his lips as he captures every last drop on his tongue.

You collapse into the pillows as the pleasure ebbs away, but he doesn't give you time to rest. You feel manicured fingers slide into your slippery hole. At first, it's a gentle in-and-out getting you used to the sensation. You squirm, your flesh still sensitive from his earlier attentions. After a few moments, he picks up the pace and starts pushing into you faster and deeper, turning and curling the digits. Mewling with every thrust, you blush bright red, still a little self-conscious From his place cradled between your legs, he watches your face possessively. "I love your sounds", he says.

Pleasure begins to fill your abdomen once again as you near climax, and you involuntarily start to grind against his hand, desperate to increase the tempo. Loving your impatience, he dips his head down and bites you on the inside of your thigh, near your core. Surprised by the unexpected sensation, you're pushed over the edge, launching into oblivion for the second time. This time he can't help himself and covers your mouth in a passionate kiss, jealously swallowing your cries of pleasure.

Thoroughly ravaged, you look up at him through half-lidded eyes. Belphie looks back at you, spellbound by the state you're in. "B...Belphie", you manage to get out. "What, MC?" he softly answers. "I need you inside me", you pleadingly say to his violet eyes. He shudders and pulls back from you.

"Okay", he says, unfastening his pants button. He pulls them down and his length springs out, large, strong, and perfect. Dazzled, your mouth drops open slightly. He smiles confidently at you and crawls back up your body. Once there, he turns your hips so you're lying on your back with your hips to one side, lined up to your exposed slit on his knees. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing it, testing its softness, before bringing his hands back to grip your hip with both hands. "Tell me if I hurt you", he says with unexpected tenderness and starts to push inside you.

Due to the position of your hips and your overall tightness, his first thrust is shallow, but the friction makes you both groan. Pulling out slowly, drawing out the pleasure, he pushes inside again, going slightly deeper. Your eyes roll back in your head. He feels blissful, way past anything you had imagined.

Using your hip to pull your ass against his lap, he starts to move more quickly. With abandon, you throw your arms against the covers above your head, your face falling to one side and breasts jiggling as the snap of his thrusts push you up and down. Also lost in pleasure, his eyes are closed and low groans rumble from his throat.

It doesn't take long for you to climax again, and then again. Your walls clenching tightly around him, each climax earns you a growl, but Belphie shows no signs of giving you mercy. Finally, even though you wish it could last forever, he thrusts deeply within you and you feel his warmth spread into your abdomen.

Completely spent, you lay together in the candlelight, your head on his chest, legs intertwined. Your core aches sweetly. He holds you close. Happier than you've felt in your entire life, you both start to drop off. As you do, you raise your head to look at him, and you see he's already asleep. Full of affection, your chin on his chest, you breathe, "Thank you for granting my wish". Seconds later, fading into darkness you hear him whisper, "I love you, too".

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