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claypgeon · 4 days

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too sweet | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary; everyone swears you're too sweet for max, but they don't seem to understand that he's just as sweet.

notes: me being happy there's less than a week until school ends, just to remember i start summer school 3 days later 😐

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yourusername: who wore it best?

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user1: SASSYS SO CUTE !!!

user2: no jimmy ??? :(

yoursername: jimmy saw me coming at him and ran faster then i ever thought was possible for cats💔

user3: y/n i love you..but sassy takes this one

user4: this is adorable

maxverstappen1: y/n we've talked about this...

yoursername: BUT SHE JUST LOOKS SO CUTE

user5: max being the buzzkill he always is

georgerussell63: sassy 100%

user6: george being more supportive then max is crazy

jimmyandsassyinsta: i personally think my mom looks better then everyone on planet earth 😻

user7: not y/n commenting on her own post from her cats account

user8: how do you know it's y/n and not max who runs the account ??

user7: max doesn't have the humor to make an entire daily-updated cat instagram...

charles_leclerc: hmmm, this is a hard one

redbullracing; i think i would demolish you both in a cat walk

redbullracing; get it? cat walk

user8: yeah we get it...

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ynupdates: y/n was heard in the back of max's stream today!

y/n: "Jimmy please!" *loud steps were heard*

max: *laughs* "what's going on back there?"

y/n: "i'm trying to get jimmy to do that, cat paw-print thing, remember?"

max: "mhm, please be careful."

y/n: "always am" *loud thud was heard*

max: *laughing* did you just fall?"

y/n: "…possibly."

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user9: the relationship everyone wishes they had

user10: idk i feel like y/n deserves someone nicer then max..

user11: Y/N LOVES THOSE CAT SO MUCH 😭😭

user12: she's not the stepmother, she's the MORHER WHO STEPPED UP!!

user13: i feel like max just doesn't match her energy: (

user14: RIGHT ??? we saw a picture with y/n and lando ONCE and they both looked so happy, He matches her energy so well

user15: no literally, in every picture she's so 😁😁and on a good day he's🙂

user16: she deserves someone who will be 😁😁with her

user17: is it weird to say i would die for y/n ?

user18: no because i would too :(

user19: her jimmy and sassy >>>

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yoursername; i met someone. life changed.

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user20: y/n getting a capybara when ??

yourusername: max's apartment building doesn't allow 'out of the ordinary' animals 🙁

user20: but what if capybaras are ordinary to YOU ???

georgerussell63: where does one find a animal such as this?

yourusername: i won't tell🤫🤫

oscarpiastri: i've been chased by one of those before...

yourusername: of course you have, you're australian 🙄

maxverstappen1: 🐈's better

user21: wow max we love the energy (sarcasm)

user22: i've said this once and ill say it again... y/n deserves someone who will MATCH HER ENERGY!!!

user23: his girl is posted up with a CAPYBARA and all he has to say is THIS ???

user24: he was probably with her when she took these photos ??? what do yall want him to say ???

user25: y/n get a man who matches your energy in 2024!!

user27: yall saying y/n “deserves better” as if she isn’t living the dream as a stay a home cat mom who travels the world ??

user26: #yndeservesmoreenergy

user27: i feel like yall are making this too much of a big deal, max isn't a "declare the love you have for someone on the internet" type of person

user28: then maybe he should be ???

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jimmyandsassyinsta: my beautiful mommy at diner today - Jimmy💙💙

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user29: aww 🥹🥹

user30: knowing y/n is posting this herself is so funny ???

user31: when a cat posts y/n more then her own boyfriend...

user32: JIMMY!! when are your parents separating???

user33: tell you father that he needs to treat y/n better

user34: jimmy getting a father that will treat y/n better when ???

user35: y'all in this comment section are WERIDDDD

user36: RIGHT ??? the whole "treat y/n better" is SO WERIDD

user37: y/n looks so cute☹️☹️

danielricciardo: and i wasn't invited? wow.

jimmyandsassyinsta: we don't want you here. - Sassy

user38: y/n is too sweet and kind for mad max

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yourusername: @/jimmyandsassyinsta admin hard at work 🐈🐈

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user39: NO WAY MAX WAS BEHIND THE ACCOUNT

user40: y/n heard yall were doubting max's love for her and said "he's been posting on a cat account with the sweetest captions for me for the past 3 years 🙄”

user41: miss y/n was sick of the "she deserves better" comments

*liked by yourusername*

jimmyandsassyinsta: jimmy and sassy do NOT approve of this message 😾

yoursername; it was time for the world to know!!

user42: you're telling me max has being @/ jimmyandsassyinsta for THREE YEARS ??

user43: okay wait this is so cute ??

user44: THATS WHY ALL THE CAPTIONS ON THE CAT ACCOUNT ARE ABOUT YOUUU

user45: yeah like "we think mommy looked beautiful at the paddock today."

user46: and "we couldnt have asked for a better mommy"

user47: and "so thankful for our mommy"

user48: and "we love mommy more then words could ever describe"

user49: i'm sobbing

user50: YALL BETTER NOT EVER. AND I MEAN EVER, DENY MAX'S LOVE FOR THIS WOMAN

user51: omg he's being writing love caption for her since they started dating 😭😭

leothelion: omg so cute 🐾❤️

maxverstappen1: so unoriginal leclerc, so unoriginal.

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sailorholly · 1 month

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Between Us Pt. 6

Summary: You and Spencer had a casual relationship. A misunderstanding ruins it all.

Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Friends with benefits. Angst. Pregnancy.

A/N: For all of you who wanted an Ashley confrontation, it’s coming next week! 👀🤭

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Part Five

Ashley did not take the news well. Her jealousy reared its ugly head causing her to lash out. Spencer explained that if she wanted to continue their relationship, she needed to understand that you were always going to be a huge part of his life. He wouldn’t tolerate any disrespect towards you.

She seemed to calm down after that, until Spencer told her he would be living with you for two months, possibly three, after the baby was born. Ashley was extremely jealous of you and it showed. But Spencer wouldn’t let her push him away from you. He was still unsure about whatever this was with Ashley.

She liked him that was for sure. But he didn’t feel like that about her. He was sure his feelings would kick in at some point, like they had with you. It had been a long time coming with you. What started off as friendship quickly turned into a sexual relationship. Then he fell for you. He hadn’t realized until the end of it. Then it was too late. He fell so hard that he had to end it before you hurt him. So he was waiting for things to be like that with Ashley.

The day of your first ultrasound came, you were so excited to finally see the tiny bean growing inside you. Hotch gave you and Spencer the day off for your appointment. Spencer took you to your favorite restaurant for lunch. You were going to look for cribs after the ultrasound.

When they finally called your name, you and Spencer jumped up excitedly. You changed into the gown they laid out, waiting for the ultrasound tech to come in. She introduced herself as Nora. She explained what to expect today. She got her equipment out, telling you that for the first ultrasound, they actually put the instrument inside you, instead of on your stomach.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. When you saw the black and grey picture come into focus, the little blob on the screen she indicated was your baby, you burst into tears. Spencer’s eyes were watery too. She let you hear the heartbeat for the first time, and you both were instantly in love.

Nora said everything looked great and she printed off copies of the ultrasound. You clutched them to your chest as you and Spencer made your next appointment. When you got to the car, you looked at them over and over again.

You spent the whole car ride to the store talking about who you thought the baby would look like, if it was a boy or a girl. Spencer ran through the probability of it having his traits or yours. You picked out a crib for your apartment. He had looked at every one carefully reading the safety stats. Spencer couldn’t wait to get it home and assemble it.

You were going to spend next weekend cleaning out your spare room. After shopping, you and Spencer watched a movie and ordered take out. When you fell asleep, head in his lap, your hair splayed out in all directions, he knew it would never work with Ashley.

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honnelander · 7 months

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I CAME AS SOON AS I SAW THE POST

can we get a little snippet of go fish!reader maybe reading Pride and Prejudice aloud to Zoro after he had been struck down by Mihawk, like how Nami did, and Sanji over hearing and just staying by the door to listen to her read or something? i think a little blurb like that would be so cute

AHHH CUUUUTE!! i modified this a bit to have it fit into the overall story's timeline. instead of Zoro being struck down by Mihawk, he's sick and bedridden. thank you for this :))

here's go fish!Sanji listening to you reading:

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"Ohhh Zoro," you quietly squealed, trying your best to keep your voice down from disturbing a very ill and bedridden Zoro from waking. "Are you ready for this? Oh my god, this is another one of my favorite parts," you gushed, sighing dreamily as you put your very loved and well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice on your lap before hurriedly picking it up again to continue reading aloud to your friend in his room.

"I'm in love with you, most ardently," you read, voice quiet enough and full of wistfulness.

As you continued to read the story, your voice going up and down in excitement as you read the scene aloud, Sanji could hear your quiet gushing from the hallway. He was carrying a small tray of food, two bowls of his special homemade chicken soup sitting right in the middle, one for Zoro and another for you since he knew you'd spent all afternoon reading to the sick swordsman and figured you must be hungry by this point as well.

With careful steps, he silently stood right behind the doorway as he listened to your soothing voice bring the words that were printed on the page of your favorite book to life with a small smile on his face. The blonde cook closed his eyes for a minute, letting the sound of your voice wash over him as he admired you without you ever knowing.

He leaned his shoulder on the doorframe right outside of Zoro's room, gently resting the side of his head against it as well, as his mind wandered for a second, getting lost in the story.

Apparently, it was the part in the story where Mr. Darcy was confessing his love to Elizabeth, but as he listened further, he realized that it wasn't the end of the story where they both confessed their feelings mutually, it was more in the beginning where Mr. Darcy's sentiments were one-sided and Sanji couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with the fictional man.

While the situation he was in with you wasn't as dramatic as Jane Austen's creation (if there even was a 'situation', he thought dejectedly), the feelings he had for you were certainly real and very complicated.

Was he in love with you? He wasn't entirely sure, but he did like you, much more than a friend should. He had feelings that he only had for you, and no one else. Sure, he's come to love the rest of the crew and Nami too, but none of them could make him feel the things that he only seemed to experience with you.

Suddenly, he wondered how he would confess these sentiments to you one day. Would he pull a Mr. Darcy and just walk into your room one night, spilling out his heart's desires for you in a single breath because if he didn't, he might not have the courage to tell you otherwise? Telling you the thoughts that consistently plagued his mind, trying to sort them out aloud in front of you because they were driving him mad like poor Mr. Darcy? Or would he plan something out and take his time? Wait until he understood what he felt because he 'wanted to get it right'?

Sanji didn't know, it was too soon to tell... but what he did know was that if he stood out there loitering any longer, the soup would get cold and the chef in him would rather die than serve you something like that.

Coincidently, it seemed like the chapter had just ended, you letting out a lighthearted sigh as you softly commented to Zoro, "Ok Zoro, now wasn't that chapter just... extraordinary?"

"It certainly was, Missus," Sanji commented cheekily, suppressing a smile as best he could as he walked into the room.

"Oh! Sanji!" you gasped as your hand quickly covered your racing heart. "Jeez, you scared me." You watched as Sanji placed the tray of soups onto the nightstand. "Sorry. I, uh, didn't realize I was reading so loudly I attracted an audience," you said, your cheeks heating up slightly at the thought that Sanji had been listening to you for who knows how long.

"'Sorry'?" Sanji repeated, a slight frown on his face momentarily as looked down at the tray, glancing at you over his shoulder. "There's nothing to be sorry for, my love." Once the tray was secured on the nightstand, he fully turned to face you, his hands in his pockets as he put on his most charming smile. "Now," he started smoothly, "I'm starting to think that maybe I should get sick so you can come and read to me in bed all day."

Sanji's smile only grew as he watched your face become even more flushed at his words.

You laughed slightly, eyes darting away from his as you asked, "Don't you mean when you're bedridden?"

There was a long pause, the silence becoming deafening at your question. You could feel the tension in the room become thicker the longer that Sanji stayed quiet. Your hands started to feel slightly clammy as your heart rate picked up.

You swallowed. "You know, instead of 'in bed'... since you'd be sick and everything?" you asked finally, as you mustered up the courage to look back up at Sanji from your chair.

At his expression, your heart skipped a beat. Sanji was still looking at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief (and sincerity?) and another emotion you didn't understand, a soft smile on his face. You couldn't help but feel like Sanji knew what he said and that he had said it on purpose.

His crooked smile only deepened. "Sure," he agreed simply. "When I'm sick and ill, and completely bedridden." He blinked, inhaling a small breath as he looked down at his shoes for a moment before looking back up at you, a small questioning look in his eyes as he quietly asked, "And you'd do that? Come and read to me all day?"

"Of course," you answered without hesitation, frowning slightly at Sanji believing that you wouldn't do for even a moment. "I would do anything to help you feel better, Sanji."

Now, between the two of you, it was pretty obvious that Sanji was the smooth-talking flirt, with you never really outrightly flirting with him in the conventional sense, but wow, you might as well be labeled the biggest flirt in his mind because your kind, thoughtful words and gestures never failed to make his heart flutter and knees go weak.

And the way you would look at him, time and time again, whenever you would gently reassure him that yes, you did indeed care about him and that you never truly forgot him... it was enough for him to feel his heart nearly explode.

There it was again, your kind, thoughtful, and beautiful expression on full display for him as you looked up at him through your lashes.

And just like that, Sanji's fears were completely washed away.

He let out a slight laugh, turning his face to the side, his blonde bangs facing you to try and hide the very faint blush on his cheeks. "Aw, you're too kind to me, Missus." He looked back at you, his rosy glow fading slightly, however, his smile was still bright. "Thank you."

At seeing Sanji happy, you were happy. You returned his smile and with a slight teasing tone you said, "But I'll only read to you if you promise to read to me when I'm in bed, sick and completely bedridden."

The blonde chef laughed lightly again, partly because of your now little inside joke, but because the thought that you even had to ask him if he 'would ever do that for you' was completely absurd. Of course he would. He would've been reading to you from the moment you were awake and not feeling well, all the way until you were sleeping, and even then he would continue to recite the pages of the book you loved aloud while you slept, so your dreams and subconscious mind were filled with the sound of his voice well into the night.

Sanji would do anything for you. And you never even needed to ask.

But he didn't tell you all that, not wanting to freak you out with his intense train of thought, so he simply said, with a small smile and twinkle in his eye, "Consider it done."

From Sanji's right, the sound of bedsheets rustling caught both of your attention.

Zoro groaned, gingerly opening his eyes as he pulled his blanket closer to himself. "Ugh... waiter? What are you doing here?"

Sanji looked down at him, a hint of concern on his pretty features as he replied, "Ah, Mosshead, you're awake. I, uh, thought I'd do a little room service and bring some soup for you and y/n."

At hearing your name, Zoro opened his eyes again. "Y/n?" He slowly turned his head towards you. "What are you-" he started to ask but when he saw the book on your lap he groaned and covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. "Oh don't tell me- you've been reading that garbage to me while I was sleeping this whole time?"

But you weren't offended by his question. Instead, you laughed. "If you mean masterpiece then, yes. You're right. I had just gotten to the good part too!"

Zoro shifted in his bunk, getting comfortable. "Well, by all means, keep going," he deadpanned. In a more sincere tone he said, "I haven't slept this good in a while." But then, with a ghost of a smile, he added, "Your book is so boring it puts me right to sleep."

"Hey, a win is a win," you laughed joyfully. You looked up at Sanji for a second, wanting to share your little moment of happiness of Zoro wanting to continue reading with him.

But Sanji was already looking at you, eyebrows raised in surprise and a disbelieving closed-lipped smile on his face. His smile only grew at seeing the happiness you radiated, his eyes scanning over your face. "Well, in that case," he started as he made his way towards the door. "Let me excuse myself then. I wouldn't want to get in the way of your storytime, Mr. Mosshead."

As Sanji left the room and stepped out into the hall, he could hear you giggle at his 'Mr. Darcy' joke while Zoro grumbled, a sweet sense of satisfaction coming over him.

But before he went back to the kitchen to start on tonight's dinner prep, he loitered outside of Zoro's room again, leaning against the doorframe like he did moments earlier, out of view, so could listen to you read once more for a bit, a small, wistful smile on his face.

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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Hello i don’t know if your request are open or closed ignore me if it’s the case but can you make a Jason grace x reader when he know she is love with him and it’s reciprocated but she don’t want to make the move because Jason grace is a golden boy perfect etc.. and she is just normal thank you 🤩

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Oh, That Golden Light - Its Blinding Me

content: jason grace x unclaimed! reader fic warning: kinda angsty, ig??? sort of??? i dunno??? author's note: taking a break from the smau bc i miss writing lmao- also i feel so big brain for making the reader unclaimed for legit no reason. this is HEAVILY influenced by golden by harry styles. im not like a huge mega fan but satellite did things to me bc i thought of my father while listening to it and i had to pull over i was crying so hard in my car oop- anyways, i hope yall enjoy me coming out of my writing disappearance frfr WERE BACK BABYYYYYYYY

jason grace was like something out of some shiny hollywood movie. perfect. flawless. stunning. blinding.

it was hard not to fall in love with zeus' golden boy. he was just so sweet and caring to every person he met. you wouldn't even know this boy was a harden solider from the way he fawned over trampled patches of grass or new campers. he was just that kind of person, the one who drew people in with his comforting aura.

and you were just another victim of jason grace's warm vibes.

you, one of the few campers who continued to break percy's promise with the gods. 'claim them by thirteen,' he'd said and they agreed, but apparently your name must have been in the fine print. every summer and winter solstice, your name was brought up as a betrayal of their promise and every summer and winter solstice it was brushed under the rug. you tried to not let it affected, that your parent was so ashamed of you that they were willing to risk the wrath of percy jackson to avoid claiming you. but whatever, it's cool, it's totally fine, and not something you think about late at night.

but it did affect you. your self worth was in the dumps, you'd never felt so undesirable in your entire life. which is why you left your dreams of being jason's girlfriend just that; dreams. he'd find some other girl, some girl who was wanted, and you'd just have to live with that. but, boy, he didn't make it easy.

"good morning, yn. sleep well?" he asked, just like every morning, a book under his arm and his hair still fluffed from his pillows as he jogged to catch up with you. breakfast had been called and, just like every morning, jason made sure to walk with you and grab his breakfast with you.

"gave up my bed to little jamie here last night. those floorboards aren't too bad though," you replied easily, distracting yourself by ruffling jamie's spikey ginger hair. he was one of the new campers, still unclaimed like you, but you were sure that was bound to change soon as he was twleve. you glanced up and noticed jason's frown but pretended like you didnt.

"yn-"

"do you hear that? i think connor needs me. ill see you around, grace," you cut off what would surely be words of concern, scampering off towards connor, who definitely didn't call for you. being with jason was hard, it burned to be within feet of that boy. he was just so dazzling and bright and sometimes you just couldn't do it. you couldn't stand to block his light. to tarnish it in the way only you could.

"you try archery? maybe you're an apollo kid?" travis offered as you guys walked back from breakfast, but he knew the answer. you gave him a pointed look and he shrugged with a roll of his eyes.

"or maybe im not even an halfblood. maybe someone screwed up. maybe im destined to be unwanted, to rot away inside cabin eleven until i look like the oracle," you rambled, only stopping to take a calming breath.

"i can think of someone who wants you," connor hummed from you other side, a cheeky smile and sly look shared between the boys who could be twins but weren't. you squinted at both of them, your head darting around like you were watching an intense tennis match.

"what are you two even yapping on about?" you hissed and they just continued to smirk in the way only they could.

"we're just suggesting that a certain golden boy has his eyes on you. his heart eyes," travis gushed, wiggling his fingers at you as connor pretended to swoon. you scoffed and shoved the two away, hoping the distance would blur their vision of your growing blush.

"you two tease too much. cruel boys is what you are," you huffed and continued to march away from their laughing forms, clear evidence that they had seen your blush.

you spent your day the way you always spent your days at camp half blood; trying everything in hopes of getting recognized, in hopes of impressing your parent enough for them to dangle a glowing light over your head, to claim you as their child. you covered yourself with soot inside the forges with leo but all you ever managed to produce was a broken spring that even had leo wincing in shame as he plucked it from your hands and threw it away. you tried every weapon in the arena, letting clarisee pummel you with swords, spears, and shield alike. you even tried hanging out with nico and percy, trying to dig up bones and talk to horses but it never worked. none of it ever worked. which is how you ended up at the dock, your legs crossed under you and your fist shoved into your cheek to hold your head up. apollo's sun was starting to set, coating the whole of camp in a golden hue that had you thinking of one boy who was comparable to the color.

"go away, travvy. im not hungry," you muttered as you heard footsteps approached, picking up another rock and plopping it into the lake, watching the naiads follow it down before bringing it back up to you.

"not travis," a familar voice mused as he stopped behind you, causing your spine to straighten and you to look over your shoulder with a mildly panicked look, being met with the very golden boy who invaded your mind.

"oh, hey, jason," you replied, returning your attention to the naiads as jason sat down next you, leaning back against one of the poles as he watched you. you stiffened under his view, feeling it to be more interrogating than anything. you went to open your mouth and run away with lies about needing to make your bed but jason beat you to it.

"you look so pretty in this light."

"huh?" you asked, stupidly, turning to look at him with what surely was a dumb look on your face. jason's lips just continued to twitched upwards, the setting sun's light getting caught on his scar. you had the fading thoughts that jason might have seen it as an imperfection, which would have made you laugh; the golden boy, flawed? no, surely not.

"i said; you look beautiful in this light. just gorgeous," he continued, leaving you gaping like a fish before swallowing down your embarrassment as you hung your head.

"look, if the stolls put you up to this for some stupid prank, it's okay-"

"nope. ever hear of free will, yn?" jason mused, his eyes unwillingly drifting from you towards the golden setting sun. your eyes stayed on him, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out his angle.

"jason," you said, not entirely sure what you wanted to say after you drew his attention back to you. his blue eyes instantly darted back to you, gleaming with a fondness that you've seen in the way percy looks at annabeth, the way nico looks at will, and the way charles used to look at silena. with a love that you never thought would be directed towards you. let alone from him.

"yn," he teased back with a bright smile, shifting to lean closer to you. you wanted to lean away, give him space to think over his decisions but your gut wouldn't let you, feeling his breath fan across your redden cheeks.

"what are you doing?" you whispered out, not needing to speak louder due to the closeness.

"something i should have done a long time ago. im confessing to a girl that i like her, like, a lot. im telling this pretty girl that i know she's scared, but i can't get her out of my mind," jason rambled and out of the corner of your eye, you could his hand reach out before landing against your bicep. it then ran upwards, slowly gliding over your skin towards your neck and face.

"jason. we- we can't. youre- gods, youre so golden and perfect and youre just- youre too bright for me. we can't," you breathed out, rapidly, but unable to lean away from his warm touch. his hand which was now cupping your cheek while his other landed somewhere near your hip.

"yn, youre the perfect girl for me. utter perfection. and i'll spend the rest of my life ensuring that you know that. you'll never go another day going unwanted with me, i swear on my life," jason replied, firmly, the roman praetor tone strong in his voice. and, not wanting to give you time to argue, jason pulled your lips to his.

and you'd be lying if you said you didn't lean in a little too.

kissing jason grace was like something out of some shiny hollywood movie. perfect. flawless. stunning. dazzling.

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Dear John || Tell me you didn’t

Dear John || Masters of the Air fanfiction

Series Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways, tucked up in luxury in Beverly Hills with carts of tedious fanmail burned in her back yard each day, his letter will get lost in the mix. It’s harmless. That thought -and the booze- may loosen his pen a little too much but it’s alright, it’s not like she’ll read it. Right? Right.

Circa: August 1943

Plot: Gale Cleven learns that not only did his best friend send dubious fanmail while blind drunk, he seems to have singled out with his indomitable luck the one starlet of the silver screen capable of matching his depravity

Warnings: 18+ for suggestive and crass content, it’s pretty much two boys acting like a couple of girls at a sleepover deciphering a dirty text from one’s crush

My thanks to my baby Bri for literally being the brains behind the plot and for Christi for assuring me this ain’t trash. We shall if y’all share those sentiments…

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“Tell me you didn’t.” Gale managed to keep his tone calm but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit his fingertips had gone a little chilly.

“I-“ Egan threw his arms out as if a better truth might form with a little more gesticulation but nothing came, “I did, Buck.” he admitted.

“You wrote it blind drunk.” Gale reminded him with urgency, as if the reminder of its ill calculated circumstances could snatch back his letter from out of Lana Tierney’s posh mailbox.

“I did!” He agreed, “-And I sent it blind drunk. And I never thought she’d read it.”

“I saw you eat it!” Cleven’s voice was growing angry, “I made you-“

“That may have been a botched first draft to Donny’s folks instead.” Egan winced.

Both of them lapsed again into silence, staring warily at the unopened and daintily addressed envelope in Egan’s hand like it might explode at any moment.

“You sonuvabitch.” Gale breathed, two frantic pink splotches appearing on his cherub cheeked face, judgment and disbelief making a whirlpool of his eyes. “Can’t leave you alone for a minute. What all did you even say?”

“I didn’t tell her about ACORN!” John vowed like a child swearing to their sibling regarding secrets kept from mother, “I mean, i called her that but I didn’t explai-“

“-John!”

“-and I said a lotta nice things too, I think, but, I also-“ Egan scrunched his eyes up as if to either better recall or maybe banish entirely all memory of his sentiments, “-I may have mentioned wanting to give her children.”

“JOHN!”

“It can’t have been that bad, she wrote back!” Egan defended with wounded hope, holding up his still sealed prize. “Buck, swear to God, I never thought she’d read it.”

Gale slumped down next to him on the bed as if the ordeal in voyeuristic stupidity had taken something out of him. “Maybe she didn’t.” he suggested grimly. “Maybe it’s from her attorney tellin’ you to never contact her again.”

He was enjoying ruining this moment a little too much, and now Egan was growing angry he had waited to open it until confiding in his friend. Not a little anxious, and not a little smug, Egan flipped the envelope over, ready to tear its flap. That’s when he saw the kiss print. “Ha!” he barked, flipping it back up and shoving it directly in front of Gale’s crossing eyes, “Do lawyers leave lip prints?” he questioned cockily and when Gale pulled far enough away to ascertain for himself, he gave a conceding nod.

“Huh.”

“Yeah, huh.” John goaded but his heart beat a crazy and skittish rhythm as he slipped his finger inside the fold and tore at the slip.

Lovely, scented, gold embossed stationery came into view, it made Egan question how well he had washed his hands the paper was so white and pristine.

“Well?” Gale kept to a respectful distance of half a foot away from his friend on the bed, and being a good sort of man, he was not snooping or side eyeing private correspondence.

“Uh, yeah, right.” Bucky rallied himself and unfolded the missive fully, forcing his eyes to focus on deciphering charming, school girl cursive. “Get over here, Buck.” he griped at last as it was hopeless to make headway between his own nerves and Cleven’s hovering presence.

Gale didn’t move and Bucky didn’t expect him to so he scooted over herself, smashing him on the edge and held the letter out as they both leaned in.

“Dear John, -I’m sorry Major Egan, I just had to.”

“Oh shit.” Bucky swore in realization.

“She’s funny.” Gale’s tone was ever so mild.

“Nah she’s, Buck, she’s quoting me back to me I told her -nevermind, let’s see-“

They peered back at the letter together, Cleven more invested that he’d ever admit and Bucky’s heart doing the oddest little flips at the realization that someone gave enough of a damn to write this sorta thing back to him.

“Heartfelt.” Gale murmured her choice of words for Bucky’s letter aloud with something close to relief, only to be then followed by a groan- “you did not write the word ‘knockers’ in a letter to a woman!”

“You're right, you’re right,” Egan ducked his head, repentant, he wouldn’t have been the least surprised if he got a wallop from Cleven for it, “awful of me. I admitted it even then. She admits it. Let’s move on.”

“RACK!” Cleven growled moments later in growing disbelief. “Jesus, John.”

“Oh don’t act better than all of it, you know she’s got the best melons out there-“

“-you’re the one who felt compelled to write a nice young lady and tell her as much.” Buck stabbed an accusatory finger dangerously close to Egan’s nose, “And used vulgarities while at it.”

Egan gave a defensive shrug and began his reading anew. “She said she’s fizzing…over making babies.” he whispered, “With me.” John was awed and this time Cleven had no rebuttal, just ever growing wonderment on his ever reddening face. “And she says here, look! she says you’re a bad boy for breaking us up that night! HA!”

“She’s being polite Bucky,” Gale cautioned, worried at where this surge of confidence might lead, “she didn’t admit to remembering a bit of it. They send girls to school to let fellas like you down easy.”

“Aww, now she says to give ya a kiss.” Egan cooed, saccharine and wicked, “See, she’s so nice and you’re the one who’s awful, doubting her like that. She says to give ya one if you’re the sort to take it well, are ya Buck, huh? Are you? Huh?”

“No, no! Jesus, get off me!” Cleven exerted every bit of his wiry strength to lug off the sudden onslaught of Egan’s heavy embrace as they folded together back onto the bed, John’s mouth making sickening smooching noises against Cleven’s baby smooth cheek, mustache a foreign and terrifying tickle on his jaw. “Get the hell off me, what is wrong with you?”

“I’m riled, just like her, that’s what’s wrong.” Egan replied vehemently, pulling his face away but keeping a perturbed Buck beneath his greater weight. “And maybe one day you’ll know what that feels like, Goldilocks. See, says right here: *I can feel my pulse somewhere besides my wrists* Do you hear that?” He demanded, still holding the letter aloft as Gale looked up at him with the sort of patience people reserve for lunatics liable to murder them at the least hint of movement. “I’ve made her horny.” he spelled it out and Gale’s face somehow flushed an even deeper shade of scarlet. “She wants to know what acorn means.”

“Don’t you ever tell her.” Gale warned.

“Why not?”

“It’s not even a good acronym, it’s misspelled and missing a whole word.”

“She wants it to be ‘salacious’ -says so herself.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.” Bucky flipped the letter over for Gale to see and judging by the panic in his eyes he caught more lines than that one alone.

“Jesus.” he repeated, it was starting to sound like a genuine beg for divine intervention. “Get off me.”

That itching physical impulse to roughhouse remained but Egan obligingly rolled to the side, aware Buck didn’t have what would cure his own riled self. “She says she enclosed something for the morale, said to keep it safe. But there’s not anything else. You see anything else?”

“I don’t.” Buck sounded worn down but he made an effort to look around amongst the sheets.

“Julia Jean.” Egan pondered, “Says that’s her real name.”

“Yeah, well, maybe now you can stop calling her acorn every damn time she comes on screen.”

“Don’t count on it.” Egan grinned back.

“Maybe it’s still in the envelope.” Gale suggested, tentatively picking up the air mail slip and handing it to Bucky.

Egan sat up and shook the paper between them, wondering if it was really something worth hiding from the censors like some OSS spy shit. A couple of shakes and sure enough, some slippery little card shaped thing fluttered out of a crease and wafted to the ground, settling between Buck’s boots. John’s stoic young friend bent over and retrieved it, but not without his entire spine stiffening like he’d been hit as soon as he’d caught it.

“Jesus.” it was more of a wheeze this time. Gale’s slow hand raised it and passed it over.

There wasn’t anything to say, not when confronted with such perfection. Not even a shielding arm to cheat him of the whole display, nothin’ at all but a carefully cropped photograph of the ripest pair of-

“Goddamn.” John’s tongue finally materialized a sentiment and he heard Gale’s appreciative sharp intake of breath beside him as if he’d forgotten to breathe here lately. “They’re wonderful.”

“Yeah.” Gale’s own throat sounded dry as dust, “W-we should probably stop starin’.”

“Whadda ya think she sent ‘em for?” John laughed, a rough, victorious laugh, never once dragging his admiring eyes away from them or ceasing to thumb over the shiny print. He could almost feel her warm, giving flesh under the pad of his finger, could almost imagine the pebble of a rosy nipple responding to his swipes.

“Yeah, they’re alright-“

“Alright? Alright!?” Egan repeated, incensed for his beloved’s reputation, “THESE ARE THE BEST TITS IN THE NATION!”

Gale actually looked mildly chastened, especially as his eyes strayed guiltily back to the photograph like twin marbles gravitating to the corner of a box when tipped.

“I know you haven’t seen many, Buck,” Egan goaded him further, “but take it from me -they don’t get better than this. And you better enjoy this look, it’s your last, she told me to keep them safe. So see this? These? This pair? S’why we fight, Buck.”

“Don’t be crass, John,” Gale stood up abruptly, less angry at his friend than at himself for his momentary lapse of discipline, “we fight for the people we love.”

“Course we do,” John grinned, “but I also happen to love these, told her so myself.”

“You didn’t-“

“I did.” Bucky was pretty chuffed, bouncing on the edge of the bed like he had her seated in his lap right now, “Everybody’s got to have a goal, Buck, you wanna marry Marj and I wanna aggressively come on ripe knock-“

“-A.C.O.R.N. yeah, yeah.”

“Acorn.” Bucky grinned in agreement.

“You gonna admit to her you didn’t know knockers was spelled with a k?”

“I did, too! Just couldn’t make it work.”

“Still doesn't work.” Buck informed, but his smile was returning, he’d not been this close with Bucky for this long not to learn to roll with the differences and appreciate that what made his best friend tick was a very different sort of morale than his own. “I’m happy for ya, John.” he conceded, as he turned to leave, “But when you write her back -and you gotta, she’s been too kind -promise me you’ll be a gentleman about it. Apologize, like the man I know you are. Drink got the better of you, just, explain it that way.”

“Uhuh.” John gave him a sober nod, still a little dazed this wasn’t some fever dream. “Kinda already did. In the one I sent.”

“She wasn’t deterred.” Gale mused, “Either you were shit at it or she’s-“

“Zesty.” Egan deduced, sucking his teeth with a manic gleam in his eye.

“Yeah, as an orange peel.” Gale snarked and walked away, past the rows of empty beds and outside into the rain, “I’ll leave you to it.”

Bucky fell back against his mattress, sudden peace and aloneness giving him a chance to soak it in a second time, carefully reading over it all again, savoring each quip, each earnest prayer and naughty subtext. Which naturally led him back to admiring her little picture, groaning in unrestrained appreciation for her assets. She’d hinted about him taking it to his bunk -well wasn’t he fast to obey! Something possessed him to flip it over and there in the corner of the photograph, written in tiny little script, were doodles of music notes along with the ever so familiar lyrics:

“Beat me daddy, eight to the bar.”

John threw back his head and let out a roar of appreciation for finding a mirrored soul. “Oh Julie Jean, honey baby, don’t you worry, I’ll beat out somethin’ for ya, that’s for sure.”

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Hello! I have two questions, so I'll send two asks in case you want to answer them separately. First, a lot of your posts suggest writing multiple blind characters into your story to help avoid tokenism. However, when I try to write multiple blind characters, they always stand out or feel shoehorned in. Do you have any advice for writing multiple blind characters more "casually" so they don't feel as out of place?

Examples of How to Write Multiple Blind Characters Using The Owl House

Hello. Thank you for your questions! I actually started on this months ago and returned to it answering this question here.

I suspect this is what stops many writers, although they aren’t aware of it. This feeling of forcing representation is the result of society’s ableism and it can be difficult to recognize or deal with.

It might help to think about the reverse- isn’t it strange that so many characters in books and shows are abled? Isn’t it strange that so many disabled characters have no community?

When you write multiple blind characters, you are giving your blind character a community.

Another thing that might help is to show different characters having different conditions and different ways of dealing with their blindness. This is a technique I use all the time. You can even list all the blind characters and their characteristics so you can consider them all at once. For fun, we’ll use The Owl House. I feel that using all-ages examples might help writers feel comfortable engaging with the material.

The following will contain discussions of external and internalized ableism. It will also contain heavy spoilers for The Owl House up to the show’s finale.

Here is an example I came up with:

Main character, Luz, has a low vision in both eyes. She uses a cane for nighttime, mostly, but she feels like more of an outcast when she uses it at school, compared to the enthusiasm with which she used it and showed it to her classmates when she was a child. She stopped using a cane before entering high school. She packs it for camp just in case and uses it all the time on The Boiling Isles. There, she feels more comfortable using it every day. She is eventually able to use her cane and other assistive devices, whether magical or non-magical, whenever she needs to. Growing up, she struggled in school due to neurodivergence and not always getting her accommodations or maybe even struggling to ask for accommodations. She is happy to find that Eda and Hexside are able to accommodate her without making her feel othered. Although she has felt rejected in the past, she is able to fully embrace her blindness once more, celebrating a part of her in a way she was able to as a child. Also, she has several copies of The Good Witch Azura books in regular print, large print, and audiobook forms.

Eda, her mentor, had total enucleation in one eye and wears a prosthetic. How did she lose her eye? She doesn’t remember, now stop bugging her. Due to macular degeneration, her vision isn’t so good in the other eye and is decreasing over time. She doesn’t use a cane after struggling against her mother in childhood. She can use her Palisman or King as guides if she needs help. (King appointed himself her unofficial guide demon.) Her visually impaired partner, Raine, has gently and jokingly encouraged her to do what helps, including using assistive devices. After they started dating again, Eda feels comfortable using Raine as a guide, which also gives her an excuse to cozy up to them. Eda eventually comes to terms with her blindness much like her chronic illness. When she and Raine go on walks, she jokingly makes them carry things, stating if they want her to use a guide demon or a cane so bad, they can lend her a hand considering she only has one. She switches between the cane and guide depending on what suits her that day. Raine also supports her in her times of vulnerability. She can also have her phone or use spells to read, but reading is for nerds so she would rather have someone else read to her, such as her sister, Luz, Raine, or King.

Principal Bump is blind with residual vision and uses a guide Paliman to help him navigate and magnify things if he needs it. When he had Eda as a student, he was excited to help a student with similar experiences, but he quickly learned she was a troublemaker.

Willow is totally blind and uses a fluffy guide demon. She also has a cane decorated with flowering vines, which she enjoys using because she can have interesting tactile feedback. She was born blind and doesn’t struggle with her blindness beyond the occasional frustration with ableism or lack of accessibility. Her dads are very supportive and helpful. They sent her to Hexside hoping having a blind principal would assure she would get accommodations. She enjoys using magic with physical and textural elements, which is why she tried the magical school tracks she chose.

Gus is also blind with a bit of remaining vision. He enjoys looking at colors and lights. Gus chose to focus on illusions because they make interesting shapes and colors, providing his brain with a lot of sweet, sweet stimulation. Gus also enjoys that a track that is very visual is something he can excel at. He met Willow when complimenting her on how pretty her plants looked, describing to her what looked like a colorful blossom on a vine. He uses a cane to navigate, finding it more helpful for stairs and general independence even if canes aren’t quite as popular on the Boiling Isles as magically assisted options such as Palismans and guide demons. He also enjoys using something more similar to what humans use, as he is very interested in humans. He feels very comfortable with his blindness, finding a similar outlook in his friend Willow. Together, the two feel more understood. Willow and Gus pass Braille notes to each other in class. Gus prefers to have his spelled books or illusions read to him, though.

Amity deals with internalized ableism stemming from a need to be perfect, as well as many terrible implications from her parents that she doesn’t let on hurt her. She concentrates on not letting her disability stop her, as that’s what a Blight does. She has low vision, similar to Luz, and progressive vision loss. Unlike the other characters, she does not have much positive support. Principal Bump tries to encourage her to use the many aids and accommodations provided by the school, surprised that she knows the Boiling Isles equivalent of Braille, but only because her parents thought it would give their child an edge and because she attended the same early childhood classes as Willow. Amity politely rejects his help and goes on the be the top student just to prove a point to everyone (a.k.a her parents). She grows up being friends with other kids who say ableist things, leading to Amity feeling even more pressured to rely on her remaining vision. Eventually, her relationships with Luz and Willow help her to accept herself. She is able to act more authentically. This includes confronting her former friends, apologizing to the people she bullied, and attempting to use a cane at school. She is surprised to find that nothing really changes and a few people, including her siblings, even comment on her cane use positively. Willow also shows her how to get her phone to read to her, as well as use the spelled books you can buy that read out loud, which helps reduce eye strain. The similarities between her and Luz helps to strengthen their bond, but otherwise their relationship is unchanged from canon. Amity also has another troublesome barrier to asking Luz to Grom, such as how to make the note accessible. She ends up going with large print and high contrast ink. If she can read it, she knows Luz will be able to.

Hunter has an inherited retinal disorder, such as LCA or Stargardt disease. All of his predecessors have had a similar experience and Hunter takes pride in being part of that line. Each Golden Guard has decreased vision compared to the last, it seems. Hunter views his blindness as a part of him. His blindness allows him to adapt in ways others may not have a chance to explore. He becomes aware of advantages he has over the many sighted people he works with. He is known for his talent, adaptability, and resourcefulness. Hunter struggles with photophobia, which his mask helps with. For navigation, he has a cane, as well as his staff, which he prefers to adapt for navigating. It is about chest height and acts similarly to a WeWalk cane. He can use it to teleport and use magic, but it is mostly for identification and navigating if needed. Eventually, he considers switching to a guide demon like Willow’s, which can also offer companionship along with his new Palisman. Hunter can read the Boiling Isles equivalent of Braille, which he uses for labeling, personal note-keeping, and reading when his eyes are tired. He can keep working longer this way, although he does occasionally read or write for fun if he has a spare few minutes. Hunter also makes tactile maps.

There we go. I provided examples of several blind characters in the same place. Many of them know each other and maybe even meet because of their blindness. They all have different types of blindness and different experiences with their blindness, even when compared to characters who are on similar places on the blindness spectrum. I explored how they navigate, how they view their blindness, and ways in which they relate to others. Some struggle with internalized ableism, but not all of them. They have their own arcs related to their blindness, although they have the same arcs and interests as in canon.

Rather than seeing multiple blind characters as an obstacle, view it as an opportunity for characterization. For example, Amity’s experience with ableism is heavily rooted in how she was raised, in how her parents treated her blindness as a defect or something to be ignored. Meanwhile, Luz’s experience with ableism originated in childhood rejection. Compared to them, Willow, Gus, Principle Bump, and Hunter are all thriving. Even Eda is mostly cool with everything, only having a confusing and uncertain relationship with mobility aids. Additionally, Luz is able to let go of and unlearn her internalized ableism as soon as she finds people who accept her. Amity, in comparison, takes much longer to accept herself.

I know that some writers who aren’t blind may feel unequipped to write internalized ableism. It isn’t necessary, but instead something I thought fit Amity’s original character arc. Internalized ableism can be a lot more subtle than this or not feature in your story at all. Luz and Eda might struggle with this as well, but to a lesser degree. It would also be similar to their arcs in canon.

Here are additional character breakdowns because I thought they were fun:

Who uses Braille?

Willow, Hunter, and to some extent, Gus

Braille literacy is declining, so not everyone knows it in this A.U, which is similar to real life. However, I prefer to have at least some of my characters use Braille to push back against that.

Who uses audio to read, primarily or some of the time?

Gus, Amity, Luz, Eda

Who uses regular or large print?

Luz, Amity, Principal Bump

Who uses magnification?

Principal Bump and probably Luz in childhood

Who uses a cane?

Luz, Amity, Hunter, Willow, Eda

However, Luz, Amity, and Eda all struggled to get there to some degree. In real life, few blind people actually use canes despite possibly benefiting from them.

Who uses an animal guide?

Eda, Willow, and, later, Hunter

On the Boiling Isles, creatures participate in training schools and are matched with potential handlers. They are mostly given to adults, although some schools allow kids to apply, such as those in their upper teens. I have a post on guide animals here.

Who has some residual vision?

Luz, Eda, Bump, Gus, Amity, Hunter

Who is totally blind?

Willow

In real life, 85 to 90% of people who are blind have some residual vision, depending on what source you draw from. Most of the cast can still see something, even if only colors, light, and shadow.

I hope this helps. This is my first time sharing something like this. Readers, feel free to use this however you like, for stories or fan art.

-BlindBeta

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Yandere Platonic Batfam x Mentally Ill/Forgetful Reader

This is a yandere work, and as such, contains themes of obsession. This particular work has trigger warnings for gaslighting, disassociation, captivity, references drugging, referenced stalking, and violence.

You wake up to warm fur pressing against your cheek and the sound of throaty purring. Your eyes pry open, confused, and you turn over. A pretty Maine Coon cat stares back at you, tail flicking, before she immediately turns to begin rubbing her face against yours again, purring.

“Momo.. what the fuck..?” You mutter, sinking you fingers into the well groomed fur. Someone had been taking care of her, and taking care of her well, the young cats fur was silky soft and brushed. She was undeniably your cat, too, with the little orange mark on her forehead that had always reminded you of a paw print. She had gotten so much bigger than you remembered, nearly fully grown, but she rolls over to bat at your hands as you pet her the exact same way she did as a kitten and it nearly brings tears to your eyes.

You gently run your fingers through her fur, checking for any injuries. There are none. The relief is almost staggering, and you carefully scoop up Momo and settle her on your shoulders the way she always liked. She’s a bit heavier than you remember.

You stand, feel her claws dig into your shoulder. It doesn’t hurt, really. She was a bit too small for it to hurt too bad.

There’s the sound of soft voices, hushed and quiet, and you stiffen. Momo meows softly, and you scoop her from your shoulders into your arms.

The door clicks open, and you don’t move, the two of you examining each other warily. You’re very careful not to squeeze Momo too much, but you take a few careful steps back, putting a bit more distance between yourself and your captor.

Dick frowns, and your heart begins to race, palms sweaty against Momo’s fur. Your legs tremble, ready to run or hide, and you curse yourself silently. The wooden hardwood floors and the painted walls were familiar, familiar enough that you knew that it was Wayne Manor. You had wandered the halls enough times to know it like the back of your hand.

You try not to feel bitter at the thought. Clearly you didn’t know much of anything about the Wayne Manor, or it’s inhabitants. You aren’t successful.

“How’re you feeling? No headaches or anything from the medicine?” He asks gently, and your hands spasm, trying to reflexively close your hands but not because you had a fragile cat in your arms.

“Medicine?” Your voice cracks, and you kneel, carefully letting Momo out of your arms. While you would prefer to keep her close, and safe, you would need both hands free to fight if you had to. Not that you were sure you would win. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t, actually.

“I was drugged.” Your voice drips sheer anger, and you clench your fists. Dick presses his lips together, and you jerk. He looks disappointed, almost, and the look only makes the anger worse, to where it’s hot and bubbling and makes you want to scream.

“(Y/N), I know you’re upset, but just.. hear us out, okay? Everyone’s waiting out in the living room, why don’t we head out and we can explain everything?” He reaches forward, maybe to place a hand on your shoulder, and you jerk away.

“Don’t touch me.” You mutter, and his hands drops. You see his jaw clench, and his smile is tight, sharp. You didn’t particularly care.

“Let’s head out to the living room. Do you want me to bring Momo?” Your stomach drops at the thought of your cat in his arms, vulnerable and completely defenseless, and you shake your head quickly.

“Alright, let’s go, then.” He motions, and you go out of the room reluctantly, closing the bedroom door behind the both of you. Momo meows angrily, mad that neither of you had allowed her in the hallway.

You know the way to the living room, and shuffle forward, fingernails biting into the flesh of your hand.

“(Y/N)?” You jerk, turning toward Dick.

You feel your mouth go dry. He was fully focused on you, blue eyes burning into you, and you want to curl into yourself, want to escape the burning intensity of it all. The rage, the anger, it’s swept away in the sheer wash of emotion that overtakes you.

Most of it’s fear. Most of the emotion is fear. You can’t name the rest of them.

“I know this is all overwhelming, and I know you’re scared. This is a lot to take in, and we didn’t… we didn’t want it to be like this.” It’s almost sincere. It is sincere. Dick is so very sincere, and it makes your stomach churn and your blood go cold.

“Just hear everyone out. That’s all I ask.” You nod. You don’t want to nod, but your head was buzzing, and your mouth was dry, and you couldn’t think of anything at all. Maybe you were in shock.

His hand lands between on your back, between your shoulders, and he guides you forward. You let him. You shouldn’t.

There’s so many people in the living room. Bruce, Jason, Damian, Cassandra. The only ones you didn’t see were Stephanie, Duke, and Alfred.

Seeing each person’s face feels like a betrayal. Each of these people were.. important to you. So important to you. Even if they were weird and strange, you had wanted to be around them. You had cared about them.

Your eyes burn. You focus on trying to do anything but cry.

“Why don’t you take a seat?”

Bruce says it gently, and you nod, sitting down in the soft chair. It was your favorite one, you realize, the soft brown leather one that you always curled up in when you stayed the night, and the detail is so small but it chills you to the bone. Just how much else had they noticed? How often did they watch you? What other small habits did you have that they knew about?

“How did you sleep? No headaches?” Tim presses, and when you glance at him, his lips are pressed into a thin line, concerned. He’s analyzing you, the same way he analyzed everything, and you nod.

“No headaches. Nothing besides feeling a bit groggy.” You shrug, and he nods.

“Good. We were worried you would have a reaction, because of all the psychiatric medication.” Tim breathes, and he sounds relieved.

“You were all aware of this, then?” Your voice is.. flat. It sounds almost dead, and you see Cass tilt her head. All of them glance at each other, and the buzzing in your head gets louder, so loud that you think you can’t hear much of anything.

Damian gets up and leaves the room. You only notice because he passes you on the way out.

“We all knew, kid. We figured it out at different times but we all knew.” Jason chimes in, and you nod.

You hope you aren’t crying. You can’t tell.

“Who… who knew first? Whose idea..?” You can’t even bring yourself to say it, and Bruce sighs, leaning forward.

“This wasn’t how we wanted things to go, (Y/N). We wanted to give you the option of living with us, because we knew you were struggling. But as for who realized first… it was Dick. And then me.”

You aren’t sure why that takes you so aback. Maybe it was because you had assumed as the family patriarch (besides Alfred), he had been the one to point his unhinged family in your direction. But you suppose it makes sense. Dick had met you first, introduced you to your family.

The buzzing gets so much louder, and grey starts to encroach on your vision.

It’s interrupted by Damian putting Momo in your lap. You jolt, taken by surprise, but you fingers bury in the soft fur.

“Thanks.” You choke out to him, and he nods, before going to go and sit next to his father. The sight makes your stomach twist again, and Momo meows, butting her head against your cheek.

“Better?” Dick asks gently, and even though you don’t want to, you nod.

“We can take a break if you need to, (Y/N). You haven’t taken your meds yet, either.” Tim offers, and you shake your head. You wanted to get this shit over with. You could figure out escape plans later.

“May as well get it over with.” You mutter, and Dick frowns, twitching like he wants to reach out and comfort you but managing to stop himself. You’re glad he had. You probably would have swung on him if he didn’t, and you’re not sure that’s a fight you could win.

Speaking of which.. you glance at Bruce. You had never really seen Batman, not before the night he revealed himself to you. You suppose it makes sense. Bruce’s habits, his mannerisms, sometimes they just didn’t.. fit. They didn’t quite click for the life he’d claimed he lived.

“Are all of you vigilantes?” You mutter, because the timeline made sense. Dick had been adopted, and shortly after, Robin had first appeared.

“Yes. I am the current Robin.” Damian declares, and he seems almost proud of this. You suppose you would be to, if you went out every night and did what Damian did. What they all did.

You wished they would stop being so confusing. It was so much easier to hate someone if they were being terrible.

“Why the insistence I live with you? I’ve been taking care of myself perfectly fine.” It’s addressed to Bruce, but it’s Jason who responds, snorting almost derisively. If you were capable of rational thought, or processing much of anything, you would be pissed.

“I wouldn’t exactly call having to sedate yourself to sleep every night fine.” Jason jabs, and if there wasn’t blood rushing to your head and making it buzz you would be much more pissed off than you were already. “Pretty sure you’re fucking disassociating right now, actually.”

Oh. So that’s what the buzzing was. You had struggled with disassociation before, it was why you were so forgetful half the time, and you blink.

If it got you through the conversation, you didn’t mind.

“My point still stands. I was perfectly capable of living on my own.” Never let it be said that you weren’t stubborn.

Apparently, Bruce was equally as stubborn, and he leans forward. There’s something in the way his eyes fixate on you, sharp and blue, that nearly pulls you out of the fog and further into real life, sends adrenaline skittering up your spine.

“You don’t have to though, (Y/N). We want to take care of you. All you have to do is let us.” He offers you a small smile, and it’s so very sincere that it makes your stomach churn, finally pulling you out of the haze.

You stand.

“We’re all aware that you’d do it whether I wanted it or not.” Your voice is monotonous, disconnected, and you are careful to support Momo in your arms. “I think I’m going to go rest. I’ve heard enough.”

None of them stop you as you go to the room you woke up in, although Dick does trail after you. You close the door behind you, set Momo on the bed.

Your head is too lost to actually cry, so you just lie there for a while, aware that from now on, your life was permanently changed.

#yandere dc #yandere platonic x reader #yandere platonic Batman #yandere platonic batfam #yandere platonic Batfam x reader

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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Brothel - Dicks

The brothel, aka real housecreeps, is a meta reality show about the Joels and other blorbos. Normally everything is smooth sailing, but we mostly air the drama.

Collect calls SPOILERS

brothel master list

Oh no, a producer leaked a copy of the dick HCs and raider Joel just sent me a dick pic with a ruler for scale, claiming I shorted him. I stared at it for a good 60 seconds, then left him on read. Now someone's knocking at my bedroom door. I ignore it and respond to the pic instead. "Sorry 😬"

Raider, muffled outside my door: Think ya might need a better look. (I don't answer) Can I at least talk to ya?

I put on my robe, begrudgingly let him in, and try not to look at the bulge in his tactical jeggings.

Raider: Production told me to take it up with you.

Me: Tell me you didn't send pictures to production. (Raider is silent.) That's sexual harassment. God damnit, in the middle of your PR tour?

Raider hangs his head and seems sorry until he unzips his tactical jeggings and that's the only reason he was looking down. I'm tempted to make him jack off just because, but I shake my head no.

Raider: Be a good girl for me and it'll be over quick.

Me: are you regressing back to March over this? Don't talk to me like a reader, and don't come in here taking your dick out.

Raider nods solemnly, and I sheepishly add under my breath, "unless I tell you to." The toilet flushes and I nervously look toward the bathroom.

Trouble walks out, fully dressed, buttoning his shirt.

Trouble, to Raider: Didn't I tell you to leave this shit alone, man?

Raider: Pool house, huh? You live in the pool house?

Raider sticks his head into the bathroom and sees there's a big, lavish bedroom connected on the other side and the bed is made. Trouble mouths to me, 'want him to leave?' and I shrug like Idk what to do.

Raider: Can you give us a minute, man?

Trouble: I think you should leave, Raid. I get you're upset but don't bust up in here at 6 in the morning.

Me: Neither of you are leaving.

I put Trouble in the cuck chair, Raider sits on the bed, and I sit down at the vanity to finish talking to him. His pants are still open but I'm not looking.

Me (attempting to be comforting) Hey, anything more than 7" is a waste anyway.

Trouble (7") nods.

Raider: this ain't about sweet pea.

Trouble: that's your issue, man.

Me, to Raider: You're the biggest one either way, why're you pitching a fit over less than a centimeter?

Raider and Trouble look at each other. Trouble shakes his head at Raider like, don't say it.

Raider: We know about him.

Oh, shit. Trouble sighs. I play stupid.

Me: you know about who?

Raider: Jojo.

Me: He doesnt have an HC.

Raider: He has a bulge.

Me: I haven't even seen his dick.

Raider: You've seen his dick print.

Me: How do you--

Raider: All I'm askin' for is accuracy, that's it. Ill do ya a dick print if ya want.

Me: Lemme talk to my dick consultant (@jazziepascal ).

Raider: What'd I do? I used to be your emotional support Joel. Your mental health Joel.

I realize maybe he could've helped me through this month if I spent more time with him.

Me: You still are, c'mere.

I open my arms for a hug. We embrace, but his dick is still hard so it's awkward. After the hug, Trouble is making a face like he wouldnt mind being cucked, but I clear my throat , adjust my robe, and dismiss both of them.

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Later that day, the men gather in the kitchen. They're huddled around the table and you can't see Night Walks, but they're all talking to him. You can see balled up pieces of paper on the floor and and on the counter there's an open ream of printer paper and an open tub of vasoline.

Thighs Out: I think you've gotta really slap it down.

(loud smack)

Thighs Out: There ya go. Your turn, slasher.

#joelkémon brothel #joelkémon sitcom ☠️#meta #metafic #toxicanonymity ☠️

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Alright all your Cove and Baxter anguish has me FUCKED UP and I need some adorable Cove fluff to recover. How about a little about Cove and M/C as newlyweds coming home after the honeymoon?

at first i didnt know what to write but then i start thinking n.... pls i love this sm i hope it heals your broken heart <3333

tags : Fluff, cove loves you sm, sharing money (cove shares his money/bank acc w you), he's just in love w you theres nothing else to say

synopsis : how cove acts after your come back from your honeymoon

he's bringing you flowers everyday

at first he brings you a couple bouquets but you've run out of places for them so he just brings you one and add them to your collection.

none of them are the same either

so you have sunflowers, lilies, roses, tulips, peonies, orchids, and many many flowers all in one vase

is it a little ugly? probably. definitely. the colors and sizes n shapes all clash but it's the thought that counts

if you don't like flowers, are allergic, or you get tired of him bring so many...

he brings you food <3

I think one of cove's love languages is food

he brings home sweets like cheese cake or marbled cake

or fudge, or chocolates

or if you aren't into sweets like that, then he'll bring lunch/dinner instead

he's a decent cook, and even if you're bad at cooking he wants you to help him

lots of kissing n half burnt food (he takes whatever portion is burnt so you don't have to eat it)

and he tries to always bring u lunch

if he can't bring you lunch for whatever reason, he either packs one for you or sends you money for lunch

COVE: hi bby, have you eaten yet YOU: im ordering food rn COVE: i sent u 50 is that enough YOU: ?!*!&!(!? YOU: that's too much 😭😭 cove pls YOU: ill send the rest back COVE: keep ot COVE: it* COVE: my money is your money

he does this all the time now, in fact he'll even had you his card

which he's always done before your marriage, but now ge even gets you a card connected to his bank account too

he doesn't even care if you share your money w him too, he just wants to give you everything he has

like if you asked for his shirt in the middle of the store I think he'd ask why n then just give it to you

as if he was gonna say no in the first place 🙄💀💀

he just becomes so much more obsessed w you after you're married

always cuddling or touching u

if you're around your mom's they're always cracking jokes....

especially if you want kids they're all "we're gonna be grandparents soon at this rate lol" (even if u want to adopt or dont wanna birth/can't have kids bc you're amab or infertile or smth)

they just think they're so hilarious 🙄🙄🙄

does he blush bright enough there's steam coming off him? maybe

does he stop? nope!!!

loves you so much, he just needs to be close to you

HAS A PICTURE OF U IN HIS WALLET

omg....

prbly has 2 actually

one is of the two of you bc sometimes he can't believe you're married n he just needs to make sure life is real

n one is of just you in your wedding attire

will talk abt you to anyone who asks or makes a comment

this mf would prbly get a shirt that says "y/n's husband" on the front

even tho it's in small print on the front it's embarrassing.... like pls we get it you're in LOVE

he'd get you both jewelry w your wedding date on it

will hold you up at the door if you try to leave without kissing him

you've always gave him a peck before leaving but now it's WORSE

once he even stopped you in the driveway before you pulled off...

man's ran out of the fucking house in socks and unicorn print sweatpants

you roll down the window "what? what's wrong?!" cove, leaning thru the window and pouting. "kiss."

you look at him in shock n disbelief before you just laugh and kiss him

he taxes you two extra kisses for the trouble, he got his socks wet from running out here!!!

you have to push him off otherwise you're gonna be late to work bc you were too busy making out in your driveway

your single/divorced neighbors hate you

the teens idolize what yall have n their standards got so fucking high after yall moved in

n the old ppl laugh bc they've been there when they married and/or they find it amazing how obsessed cove is w you

if it wasn't such a bad omen or if you didn't disapprove, he'd get your wedding date or your initials tatted on his ankle.

maybe it seems extreme all of this bc I think cove just realizes how amazing you are sometimes n all his love overflows in this way <3333

no matter how old you get he's always gonna run out in the rain, snow, or sunshine n get a kiss if you forget

pfx by the time he's 80 he can't move as fast but he's hustling down the path before you can escape

if you do get away before he can get a kiss though, he is pouting when you come back

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #our life cove #cove our life #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader fluff #fluff

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nerdraging4point0 · 20 days

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Blood of Eden // Chapter Eleven // Urban Fantasy AU

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Jolly and Maria sat in tense silence in her office, the weight of their discovery hanging heavily over them. The journey back from the lab had been just as quiet, Maria poring over the reports they had hastily printed before leaving. In her hands were three vital sheets of paper - one showing the DNA profile of a current Mage magistrate, ancient and powerful; another revealing snippets of DNA from an ancient celestial being, studied purely for historical record. But it was the third sheet that held the most explosive information - the DNA sequence of their young ward Rosa. While much of her genetic code matched the ancient celestial sample, there were extra threads woven throughout, a new and powerful strain that exceeded anything in that historic remnant.

Maria and Jolly were stunned to realize that Rosa was so much more than she seemed. Her genetic code contained secrets and profound power, unlike anything the Mages had encountered before.

"The sample must be tainted." Maria spoke out loud. Her own train of thought on the same track as Jolly's. "Or we collected it wrong." Maria's voice was tinged with frustration as she contemplated the anomalous results.

Jolly sat hunched in his chair, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlaced as his leg nervously bounced up and down. The jingling watch on his shaking wrist seemed to tick in time with his racing mind. "I don't think the collection was wrong, and the old sample was ancient, but the answer remains the same," he muttered barely above a whisper.

“Can we honestly say that she is a celestial? A mortal, a human, with no ties to the magistrate being a celestial?” Maria sat up in her chair folding her arms over the edge of her desk.

“Do we then believe that she has had no knowledge of this world, whatsoever?” Maria’s tone changed, almost like she was nervous, or judgemental. “She knew the nightshade worked, maybe she was creating just enough to make her sick but not kill her.”

Jolly struggled to fully accept the notion that this unassuming woman walking among them could be a celestial envoy from the magistrate realm. He stood up from the chair and paced back and forth, rubbing his temples as he wracked his brain for an explanation. If she was celestial, why hide it? Why allow herself to ingest a near-fatal amount of poison instead of simply revealing her true nature? Maria seemed convinced of Rosa's deception, accusing her of carefully calibrating the nightshade dose to merely feign sickness. But Jolly wasn't ready to make that leap yet. Rosa had shown no malice or ill intent thus far.

“I don’t think she is dangerous,” he finally said.

“Is that your professional or personal opinion?” Jolly turned to look at his friend whose eyes were scanning him for the answer.

“Both” he admitted. Maria let out a loud sigh dropping her forehead on her arms.

The rhythmic beeping of the alarm shattered the tense silence in Maria's office, directing their attention to the anomalous readings on Jolly's phone. Noah's heart rate showed a perplexing split - simultaneously elevated yet slowed, his heartbeat pulsing to an irregular cadence. Jolly furrowed his brow as he studied the waveforms dancing across the screen, trying to make sense of the contradictory signals. Noah's brain activity also seemed caught between stimulation and sedation, the spikes and valleys of neural excitation at odds. Had Noah been poisoned? Or was he under some psychic assault, his body and mind pulled in opposite directions by forces unknown? As Jolly shared the data with Maria, he saw his own shock and bewilderment mirrored on her face. Something was drastically wrong, that much was clear.

Jolly threw on his jacket and headed for the elevator, running through the halls his phone vibrating as Noah’s vitals leveled out and Jolly wondered if maybe it had been a fluke. After he’d made it to the parking garage and started the car Noah’s vitals spiked and split again. Jolly tore out of his parking space tires squealing and echoing off the concrete walls. Adrenaline flooding his veins, Jolly slammed the accelerator, the smell of burning rubber filling the air as he peeled out of the parking garage. The walls amplified the screech of his tires as he sped off, weaving recklessly through traffic with only one thought on his mind: getting to Noah. Jolly's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, his eyes wild and movements frenzied, consumed by fear.

As he drove back to their shared apartment, Noah's readings remained steady until he reached their elevator. The numbers on the device suddenly spiked and then split dramatically, just as they had done before. Jolly's heart began to race as he pressed the elevator button repeatedly, trying in vain to make the doors open faster. He had tried calling Noah several times during the drive over, but there was no answer. When the elevator finally arrived and the doors slid open, Jolly practically shoved them aside in his haste. He sprinted down the hall to their apartment door, fumbling to unlock it with shaking hands as he called out Noah's name. Hearing no response, Jolly rushed down the hallway towards Noah's bedroom, his mind racing with possibilities. The door was cracked open, and Jolly could smell the lingering scent of a recent shower as he stepped inside. He froze in place as the scene before him sunk in. There was Noah, sitting on the edge of his bed, with Rosa straddling his lap. Her hips undulated sensuously as her hands braced against his chest. She leaned forward, reaching up to gently caress his cheek as Noah let his head roll back at her touch.

Tilting her head back, her eyes fluttering open to meet Jolly's own gaze. The colors of the galaxy swirled within her iris, hints of blues and purples mixing together like a cosmic painting. She dropped her chin, a coy smile spreading across her lips as she hooked a finger to beckon him closer. Her long hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. As Jolly stepped forward, drawn in by her siren's call, Rosa turned her attention back to Noah beneath her. Approaching cautiously, he was hungry for them together; while waiting for Rosa to recover, it had left him and Noah worried about her and neglecting their own needs. Jolly reached out, gently brushing Rosa's hair aside to reveal the smooth skin of her neck. He placed a soft kiss upon her pulse point, feeling it quicken under his lips. Rosa let out a contented sigh, her eyes slipping closed once more as she enjoyed the sensual caresses of the two men. Jolly continued trailing kisses down her neck as Noah's hands came up to grasp her hips.

“Mmm, I knew you’d come.” she hummed. Jolly’s motions stilled as he leaned back away from the both of them, watching their bodies tangle together. He looked to Noah, whose own eyes opened and the reflection of Rosa’s galaxy swirled iris staring back at him. Connected. They were connected.

“How?” he whispered as he leaned over Noah’s face looking into his swirling eyes.

“Blood. Her blood.” He panted, throwing his head back and his back arching as she rolled onto his hips faster. Jolly turned and saw the new bite between her neck and shoulder.

“Are you in pain?” Jolly ignored the twitch of his cock in his pants as Noah whimpered with delight while Rosa rode him slowly. His eyes snapped open and the color of his soft brown eyes restored.

“Answer him, Noah.” Rosa stilled her movements sitting in his lap like a statue, all while Noah took his hands trying to force her to move. Noah’s eyes looked to his master and he swallowed hard.

“No. No pain. She’s. She’s. She’s divine, master,” he forced the words looking back at Rosa before begging her to move again.

Jolly was conflicted as he gently brushed Rosa's hair aside to examine the fresh bite mark on her neck, noticing how the pink skin was already beginning to heal. In the short time he had known her, Rosa had found a place in his heart, challenging everything he thought he knew about Celestials. Jolly had been raised to see Celestials as bloodthirsty tyrants who wanted nothing more than to destroy his people. Yet Rosa was so different - gentle, kind, and caring.

“Master?” Her soft voice called him out of his head, bringing him out of his troubled thoughts, he couldn't help but tenderly cup her cheek in his hand. As Rosa covered his hand with her own and leaned into his touch, Jolly was torn. His heart told him that she was not the monster he had been taught Celestials were, but he couldn't ignore a lifetime of warnings about her kind. He cared for Rosa deeply, more than he ever thought possible, but allowing himself to fully give in to those feelings meant betraying all he had ever known. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, Jolly struggled internally between his feelings and his duty, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment with Rosa forever.

“Am I? Am I your master?” Jolly wasn’t sure anymore. He’d felt in charge all this time, like he’d been in control. But Rosa had flipped that dynamic, or was it the realization of her lineage. Did Jolly feel inferior to a being that was more powerful than even himself, or did he fear that one day she would reject them both no longer satisfied with them. Would she throw away everything they had grown so comfortable with, so fond of.

Rosa’s eyes turned to Noah as she hooked her finger at him, he sat up at the waist, his arms circling her body. Her grip on his chin was firm, commanding, as she directed his gaze to Jolly. As both Noah and Rosa looked into his eyes he felt himself straining desperately against the zipper of his pants. “Our master.” Rosa confirmed.

Jolly’s forehead dipped, resting on Rosa’s as her eyes closed and their noses brushed. She smiled while she took in a deep breath of his scent. Content.

“Show me, sunshine. What can you do?” Her brows crinkled and when her eyes opened, she searched his gaze and he saw her lip tremble.

“I-I don’t know if I can.” For the first time since Jolly has known Rosa, her voice wavered. Jolly cupped her face in his hands, his calloused thumbs gently caressing her delicate cheekbones. He had never seen such vulnerability and fear in his sunshine's eyes before. He leaned in, taking her lips with his own. Her kiss was hungry as her hands tangled in his hair, pulling the elastic band to free his locks. Pulling apart from her he studied her face, eyes rimming just barely with tears. Jolly ached to see his vibrant girl so full of doubt and hesitation. He pressed his forehead to hers, their noses touching, breaths mingling.

"You can do anything," he whispered, hoping she felt the conviction in his words. She needed to know he believed in her, even if she didn't believe in herself at this moment. Her hands slid from his hair down to grip his shirt, anchoring herself to him. Jolly kissed her again, softly this time, trying to breathe courage into her lungs.

Rosa's mesmerizing eyes became their hypnotic pools of purple, blue, and green hues. As she straddled Noah, grinding her hips against his, Jolly could not take his eyes off her. Noah grasped Rosa's hips tightly, holding her in place as she moved. Meanwhile, Jolly began to undress, unbuttoning and tearing off his shirt in anticipation. He maintained eye contact with Rosa the whole time, captivated by her gaze. As Jolly removed his undershirt, exposing his muscular chest and abs, Rosa reached out to touch him. Her hand caressed his bare skin, her fingers tracing along his muscles. Her touch fueled Jolly's passion as he watched her continue to ride Noah's body. Rosa's movements became faster and more urgent as she neared climax, her hypnotic eyes holding Jolly's stare the entire time. The tension in the room was palpable as the three became lost in each other.

Jolly tossed his pants away releasing his hard cock, Rosa's gaze faltered, her eyes instinctively drawn downwards to take in the sight before her. A soft whimper escaped Noah's lips, his eyes widening as he stared, transfixed. His tongue darted out to wet his mouth, soft and pouty. Reaching out with his magical abilities, Jolly could sense the quickened heartbeats of his partners. Noah's heart pounded rapidly, fueled by nervous excitement. Rosa's heart beat steady yet fluttering, like the wings of a hummingbird. Jolly focused, allowing his own heartbeat to find the perfect rhythm to complement theirs. His magic allowed him to feel their arousal, their trepidation, their longing.

Jolly positioned himself behind Rosa, his hands tracing the lines of her neck and shoulders down her curves to her hips. “That’s it,” he encouraged gripping her skin as he pulled her down and rolled her hard, pushing Noah deep inside her, “Ride our pet, sunshine.”

As Noah's eyes rolled back in his head, Jolly could feel their heart beats fall into sync, their blood flowing in tandem, converging into one unified rhythm. He gasped a little at the dramatic shift, the sudden connection between them unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was as if their hearts were beating as one, their life forces merging. Jolly could sense Noah's pulse echoing his own, could feel it reverberating through his veins. The synchrony was uncanny, profound, almost supernatural in its intensity. Jolly was overcome by the intimacy of it, the way their bodies seemed to be communing on some deeper level.

“Does he like it, sunshine?” Jolly teased forcing Rosa to fuck him harder. She didn’t answer, only moaned in response. Jolly felt the strange sensation of something crawling up the back of his neck, itching just beneath the skin, dancing around his nerves. It was a prickling, a needling feeling slithering up his spine. He relaxed his mind, focusing on the odd tingling as it warmed through his skin, into his cerebellum. Jolly realized this was not his own sensation, but rather a phantom feeling being psychically transmitted to him. As Jolly concentrated, the sensations grew more vivid - the urgent thrusting, the tightness building to release. Though second-hand, the impressions flooding Jolly's mind were unmistakably erotic, and he could not help but be aroused.

Jolly's breath quickened as he immersed his mind completely in the feelings, marveling at the intimacy of knowing his pet’s pleasure so acutely. For an instant, the psychic link blurred the lines between them, merging their identities into one. He could feel his own cock throbbing, needing it. He released Rosa’s hips, his lips dropping to the shell of her ear, “lay on him, sunshine.”

Rosa effortlessly leaned forward as Noah pulled her into his strong embrace. Their lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss that sent electricity coursing through their bodies. Jolly could feel their passion as it raced through their veins. She pressed herself against his muscular chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart that matched her own. Noah's hands roamed over her back, gently guiding her into an arch that allowed him to deepen the kiss even further. Lost in the throes of passion, neither noticed as Jolly approached from behind. With a mischievous grin, he placed his hands on Rosa's lower back and gave a playful push. The arch of her back became more pronounced, giving Jolly an unobstructed view of where she and Noah were intimately joined. Unable to resist, he took himself in hand and pressed the tip of his cock against Noah's slick shaft, nudging it aside to make room for both men within Rosa's warmth.

A soft gasp escaped Rosa’s lips as she felt Jolly's firm thrust. But the gasp soon melted into a moan of pleasure as she gave herself over to the exquisite sensations of being filled completely by the two men.

“That’s it sunshine, you’ll take us both.” Jolly’s encouraging tone made her whine and Noah whimpered beneath them.

“Master,” he whimpered and Jolly felt himself twitch against his pet's cock as they both sank deep into her. The intertwined trio moved as one, their three bodies knotted together in a passionate embrace. Rosa arched her back, her head lolling against Jolly's sturdy shoulder as waves of pleasure radiated through her core. She reached up, cupping Jolly's stubbled cheek to guide his lips to hers. Their kiss was hungry and deep, tongues dancing as Rosa's hand found Noah's and their fingers interlaced. Noah's strong arm encircled Rosa's hip, his palm pressed into the small of her back as his fingertips grazed Jolly's knuckles. The three lovers lost in the intimacy of the moment, their bodies acting on instinct and desire.

Months passed in a monotonous blur as she recuperated, her body slowly healing but her spirit diminished. When she was finally back on her feet, Oli and Noah took her downtown to revisit the apartment she once called home. As they approached the familiar building, she was crestfallen to see an eviction notice plastered on the door, with a sticky note attached bearing the hastily scrawled word "sorry." Pushing open the door, she scanned the now empty apartment, looking for what few possessions might still hold meaning. Her clothes and personal items were gone, but a few photos still hung crookedly on the walls, forgotten in the haste of the eviction. She paused at a picture of her smiling face nestled between two other carefree girls, no more than three years ago but felt like centuries in the past. She had not spoken to her family in years, and her friends were long gone from her life. Staring at the remnants of happier times, she pondered the reckless path that had led her to isolation and ruin.

"Mistress," he offered, unsure how to comfort her or help her, speaking softly as if afraid his words might break her. She gave him a faint smile in return, tossing the photo on her unmade bed without hesitation, ready to leave the pain of this place behind. With three backpacks full of the things she thought she would miss most - her degree, her favorite sweater, a teddy bear from childhood - the three of them left the only home she had ever known. As the car pulled away, Noah held her in his lap in the backseat, gently stroking her hair and mumbling in her ear how they would start fresh, how he and Jolly would buy her whatever her heart desired, how he would take care of her.

Jolly went above and beyond to provide her with the latest technology and ensure her privacy and security, installing encrypted messaging so her conversations remained confidential. He took thoughtful precautions, connecting Noah's collar device to her phone so she could check on his whereabouts and know that he was alright at any given moment. Jolly also linked a calendar that the three of them shared with his meetings, work hours, and even a trip back to his homeland that was scheduled six months down the road. This allowed them to coordinate schedules and know what the others were up to, promoting open communication and planning. While Noah was given free reign of her closet, he bought the most beautiful suits, lingerie, and dresses, paired with heels, jewelry and perfume-all things that he thought she’d look her best in. He wanted to pamper her with elegant attire and accessories to complement her natural beauty. Jolly also managed to order her some more stylish casual wear, the walk in closet of theirs nearly overflowing with the new department store hauls. He indulged her with a bounty of chic, comfortable everyday clothes and shoes so she would feel confident and put-together at all times.

Rosa had been kept a secret from most of the people in Jolly and Noah’s life. The only people who knew the full truth about her mysterious lineage were her two closest confidants, Maria and Oli. They had been like family to Rosa, keeping her origins confidential and protecting her from prying eyes. Whenever they came to visit, Maria would try to pull Rosa aside, clearly wanting to have an earnest discussion with her. But the timing never seemed right, and they were perpetually interrupted before Maria could reveal whatever was on her mind.

One fateful night, an opportunity finally presented itself. While Noah was out hunting with Oli, and Jolly was at a late meeting with the local magistrate Maria stopped by the house, a serious look in her gentle eyes.

“Are you alone?” Rosa was surprised to see Maria at her door, looking disheveled and anxious. She knew Maria tended to be high-strung, but something seemed off as she breezed past Rosa into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. Rosa closed the door slowly, watching Maria make herself at home on the sofa.

“For now,” she said, “I assume Jolly will be home soon.”

“Then I’ll get right to my question.” her hair was sloppily piled on top of her head, loose strands falling around her face as if she had been compulsively running her hands through it all morning. Rosa wondered what could have Maria so worked up that she would show up unannounced.

“Listen,” she said finally gathering her thoughts, “What I am asking is against the law, you have no idea how against our laws it is, but I am desperate. And I think you are the only one that’s going to be able to help me.”

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:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

Chapter 9

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter nine

"Hey, hey listen to me okay?" A soft voice rang out, it was Lyra's. Toby opened his eyes to see the bright bathroom lights. He must've finally passed out. He felt a tight restriction around his torso, it was wrapped in gauze, and blood was still soaking it.

"Everything is alright, everything is alright!" She was holding his hand, obviously noticing the red hand marks. She knew what happened.

"...i fell.." Toby mumbled out.

"Dammit Toby! I know you're lying! What happened!? You were bleeding everywhere, your arms are bruised and red, and- are those hand prints?! Were you jumped?! Please tell me!"

Lyra was crying, in tears. Her hair was a mess and what little makeup she did wear was smeared all over her face.

"You're covered in so many other little cuts! You know I can't handle seeing you like this! Tell me please so I can fix this!"

He was flinching to her worried yelling. "You can't fix this, Lyra." Toby started, wincing to the pressure that finally hit him. "T-To fix it, you'd have to fix me. A-And I'm…simply unfixable."

Lyra hugged him tightly. "I'm going to tell you this…at school tomorrow….you go to that kid…and you break his arm, do you hear me! Break his arm!"

Her grip on him was very tight. He had to pat her arm to let go so she wouldn't accidentally suffocate him.

"..Sorry…Sorry I'm just so angry.." She wiped her tears. "So very angry,"

"I'll get in trouble" Toby mumed weakly, not liking the sound of her idea. "I'll do it then." She insisted though he sat up quickly, shaking his head. "No, don't! That's wh-what-what he wants, attention…a reaction!..I-if i just keep ignoring them, they'll leave me alone-"

She cut him off. "Okay well look where that got you, Toby!"

Toby flinched at her sudden words, looking a little offended. "If they don't get it, they'll do what they can until they do! It's a natural human instinct. You have to stick up for yourself!" Lyra kept going, but he felt obligated to confess. "I did try! They were too strong..They threw me around as if i was a ragdoll…"

"Then tell the police! I'll call them myself so be it!"

He perked up, fear in his eyes. "They threatened to kill me…If we do-" he warned.

Lyra went quiet, staring at him. She didn't know what to say

"..Can we just forget about it? Look, I'll b-be healed in a month or so- everything will be normal again.."

Lyra still didn't know what to say. She felt helpless. She leaned on the wall and slid down, sitting criss-crossed. She was sitting right beside the tub where he was laid and treated, and now sat in.

He didn't like the fact she just sat there, looking lifeless.

"Lyra?"

"I love you, Toby, you know?" She spoke, staring at the wall.

"But sometimes you are…A handful.." She slightly laughed under her breath. Toby couldn't tell if she was joking or annoyed, maybe both, who knew.

Toby huffed a weak laugh as well. "y-yeah because…g-getting jumped is my fault, haha.."

She faced him, sighing. "..no..no…you're just lucky i'm not as dense as mom, who believes your tiny lies about your physical state." She pulled her knees up into a hug.

During that time of pure silence, Toby was thinking about that figure he saw again, he didn't know why but he couldn't remember much about that day honestly.

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I’m so definitely procrastinating on my unrealistic deadline to finish chapters 7-10 so here’s some of my small canons for the book! (All canon in BABMAOS, My AU. This doesn’t apply to Inky Mystery or QFTIM. Feel free to use these as headcanons, though!)

- Boris likes Christmas, Bendy like’s Valentine’s Day

- Felix only ever drinks fruity or sweet liquors, margaritas and wines. Champagne maybe.

- Bendy is always cold, no matter what. He’s constantly freezing even if it’s like, 70°. He cannot handle the winter or fall for the life of him despite how much he loves it. He’s one of those people constantly wearing a coat. (Bonus, he clings to Boris or Felix for warmth at times./platonic)

- Cuphead & Mugman’s hair colors change, just a little, whenever their drinks are changed in their heads. Not exactly a completely different color, but it swirls in there, like multicolor. (Psst! Cuphead often wears chamomile tea, Mugman often has egg nog)

- Felix has a solar system ceiling lamp above his desk, he made it himself

- Felix has a special interest in antiques and ancient artifacts, overall very into history. He collects anything he can find on adventures.

- Cuphead’s current bed formerly belonged to Elder Kettle, he just inherited it from the cottage instead of buying himself one.

- Mugman has a special interest on the color blue. Specifically shades of baby and denim blue.

- Cuphead is dyslexic to an extreme extent, cannot read and never has been able to. Calligraphy is the worst font for him. (Me too, Cuphead :c)

- All of Felix’s books are hand written then copied into print, all of his books are in a handwritten form of calligraphy. He keeps the original inked books stacked neatly under his desk.

- Boris and Bendy cut and trim their own hair, they’d help each other, but unfortunately both of them have opposite hair textures and have no idea how to manage the other’s.

- Boris enjoys thriller/mystery romance books, the types that end with the love interest killing one another.

- Bendy hates coffee of any sort, Boris on the other hand quite enjoys it.

- Felix has a small flower garden in his front yard, as well as potted plants everywhere in his house. though not often around to keep it thriving, he has Sheba watch over his house while he’s working.

- Cuphead & Mugman love bakery sweets and candies, anything with sugar. Felix often can’t even prep desserts without those two getting their fingers in the batter or ingredients.

- Bendy craves rare red meats (steak, beef mainly) and sugars of any kind (fruits, pastries, cookies, etc.). He suffers from low blood sugar and low iron. the demon blood cells feast on the others to thrive. (Causing pale skin and flesh, rapid weight loss, illness, or even death.) without the correct calorie intake, his genetic makeup could end up killing him. (Overall, he would need nearly 3,000 cals a day to survive) (All fiction!!)

- Boris and Felix often catch each other up late night, sometimes they’ll stay up late and talk about whatever’s bothering them until they feel tired again.

- Felix often cooks traditional foods from around the world, from recipes he’s picked up from his adventurers. He likes to give everything a try when it comes to his pallet, at least once.

- Bendy’s tears aren’t clear, they’re a slight tint of red and black.

- Bendy sees red with high contrast, too much red at once can overwhelm him and freak him out a little. He likes the color pink, a soft pink.

- Boris and Felix are both nearsighted and colorblind

- Bendy can’t hold pens and pencils right. He never learned how, he still just holds it in his fist like a kid. Despite the many times Boris has tried to tell him he does it wrong.

- Felix sleeps hugging a pillow or blanket, he had a plush as a kid and just never grew out of the habit even after putting it into storage.

- Felix’s coat is weighted, like a weighted blanket.

- Felix, Bendy, and Boris season the HELL out of their food. Cuphead and Mugman think salt is spicy

- Only Felix and Mugman can legally drive. Cup’s license is provoked, Bendy never got his.

- Felix can play guitar and piano

- Felix can sing and dance. Good. Extremely good. He never does it much anymore, but watch out if him and Bendy are on the dance floor

- Boris likes and can draw very well, rubber-hose cartoon style

- Felix is a mama’s boy (sticks fingers in ears) LALKKA I DONT CARE LALA I’M RIGHT

- Mugman smokes, never on his own or carrying his own pack, but whenever Cuphead lights one they share it.

- Cuphead will sneak Felix cigar packs or whiskey shots during the quest so the bbros don’t look at him any different. in return for favors of course, Cup ain’t that nice

- Felix doesn’t like cats, he prefers dogs. Cuphead mildly thinks he’s a monster because of the preference.

- Boris doesn’t like kids. Anyone under the age of 10 is instantly a snotty nuisance to him. Yet, kids always seem to love him

- Bendy has a big soft spot for children, unfortunately, infants and toddlers cry in his presence.

- Felix’s hair is to his shoulders, he keeps it up in a claw clip so it isn’t in the way. Doesn’t care enough to cut it

- Felix’s fur is very long and curly/wavy everywhere. (Especially on his chest, arms, legs, tail, etc. anywhere a human would grow body hair)

- Bendy has layered fangs, two rows.

- Felix will, at times, force himself to purr when consoling someone. he’s learned it calms people down quicker

- Boris has thick claws and fangs

- Bendy’s tail is very long. It goes over his head if you hold it up straight. (His species of demon normally grow into their tails, unfortunately, he never hit his growth spurt)

- Cuphead has speckles of yellow, brown, and blue in his eyes

- Cuphead wears eyeliner. Not elaborating

- Bendy can purr, has some cat in his genetics

- Felix gets very flirty when drunk, basically just a successful Bendy. Keep an eye on him or else he’s walking out of the bar with a gal. Fortunately, he has a high alcohol tolerance

- Felix has no perception of gender. Gender envy, gender roles, gender identity, or even feeling more comfortable as one or the other. He doesn’t feel or see the connection to it, any shirt’s a shirt and anyone’s a person. Uses ‘women’s’ body washes, perfumes, clothes, doesn’t get why he gets weird looks for it.

- Bendy feels gender envy on both sides, he’d feel happy in his skin in a dress as he would a suit, everything ‘gendered’ makes him happy. He has desperately tried explaining this concept to Felix on multiple occasions, to no avail

- Boris is aroace, doesn’t get crushes and never will. The kind of kid who’s sick of hearing “Aww, you like her don’t you?” From adults. Really, leave him alone!

- one of Bendy’s common nicknames is ‘Darling’. Not in a romantic way, just a title

- Cuphead is very closeted. He’s bi, and heavily refuses the ‘swing the other way’ claims every time. He, honestly, has no idea he’s even bi anyway. (None of them know their sexual and romantic orientations, duh. It’s the 50’s. They just exist and run with it.)

- Boris and Felix drink coffee together and gossip like beige moms (Except instead of kids they talk about studies, discoveries, and history)

- Felix has a cork board in his kitchen, full of pinned photos, news articles, etc. anything he’s kept from his life layered over each other from old to new. Did deep enough, and you might just find some old baby photos. He prefers people to not look through it, though.

- Boris can be very manipulative when he needs to be. After all, who could say no to a kid? Unfortunately, his height can ruin it at times. It was more effective as a little kid.

- Felix has a very hazy memory of anything from childhood to early adulthood. He can’t tell many stories.

- Felix has tattoos on his waist and wrists, no idea where they came from

(Tell me if you want more! :3)

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Basorexia

Epel Felmier x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.4k+ Tags: Fluff/Epel is a Nerd/Autumn Date

Art is by rutu25twst on Twitter!

I was cleaning out my photos on my PC and I saw I had the definition of 'basorexia' screenshotted from a post. This photo was like, five years old. I included it in 13 Lovely Hauntings because it feels very fall is all. Let's have something sweeter for this lowkey event!~!

SUMMARY:

Epel Felmier does NOT like his accent. So, he purchased a word of the day calendar to help himself learn more 'refined' ways of speaking. He flipped the page to today's word of the day as he prepared for a study session with you at a nearby café. Today's word was: Basorexia. He vowed to use the word on each printed page in a sentence each day, but this is a little embarrassing...

Waking up was sudden, eyes shooting open with adrenaline kicking into full drive. Today was a special day. At least, in Epel’s eyes today was special. His grades were slipping in Ancient Incantations, and thankfully so were yours. With a bit of pleading, he had gotten you to agree to a study date on Saturday. You and him would meet at a small cafe in the village between Night Raven College and Royal Swords Academy. Epel jumped out of bed to yank his phone off of its frayed charger, today was officially Saturday. And he would have the afternoon with you, all to himself.

None of Vil’s bitching. None of Rook’s weird poems. None of the others in your meshed friend group… Just you, him, a thick book of spells tucked into his shoulder bag, and hopefully one of those fancy cheese tarts. Epel rushed around his dorm room filled with motivation to both impress, and charm you. Of course, that would start with his knowledge he had gained from an impressive word calendar he bought from Sam’s shop months ago. Epel had quickly grown uncomfortable with his accent in a dorm like Pomfiore. He thought that by studying words like these, maybe he could learn to talk all fancy like his dormmates! At least, enough to scrape by in a conversation.

Epel lifted the page from yesterday and pinned it in place so he could prepare himself for the newest edition to his vocabulary. Today’s word? Basorexia. To Epel, it sounded like some sort of incurable illness. An uppity sounding word, something Riddle would use when talking down to his underclassmen.

Except the definition left Epel feeling bashful as he read the lines of text below.

Basorexia (noun) - the hunger or craving to kiss someone.

His brows knit together as he began to frown. Usually he used his words in a sentence for school work, or using it on the members of the Magishift team who would be awed by his vocabulary. Using a word like this on you felt different. Would you think he was acting pretentious? Would you become bashful when he admitted its meaning to you? You were dating after all.

No matter what, he had to keep up with his streak of using the word of the day the calendar gave him. The time was now 10 am. He would be meeting you at the cafe in the village at noon. He texted you good morning and told you he was getting ready, asking if you would want to match outfits for your trip today. You responded cheerfully, giving him the idea you had along with your own good morning message.

Epel took a shower while brushing his teeth and washing his face and hair simultaneously. Using his best deodorant and cologne, he dries his hair as he looks among his outfit options for what would be the best choice that fit the theme that you had chosen. His eyes constantly eyed the clock as he would flex in different sweaters to see what made him look the most muscular. As he brushed his hair and pinned away any loose hairs once it had dried. As he politely asked Vil if his outfit looked okay and accepted a few compliments from Rook. And as he called you to let you know he was finally on his way with a heavy shoulder bag filled with books, his notebook, and pens.

As he left the Hall of Mirrors and stepped onto the campus, the wind nipped at his cheeks until they were red on his pale skin. With another glance at the time on his phone, he rushed down the path to the gate to walk into the village below. Wearing an oversized, off-white sweater layered on top of a purple and white flannel that peeked out over the collar, faded blue jeans, thick white socks that had bunched up over his ankles and all white shoes, he felt as though he fit your date fit idea perfectly. The walk didn’t feel long at all as he fidgeted with his sleeves, daydreaming about how to use the new word on you. And how to not make it corny.

Epel’s aqua blue eyes spotted you immediately among the thinning crowd walking along the cafe shops and bookstores. He took in a deep breath as he approached, hoping to quell his anxiety with a soft and slow exhale. He admired your fluffy white sweater and the pale gray flannel button up you wore underneath it. Your baggy, khaki cargo pants and your colorful striped socks that clashed with your white sneakers. Epel was crushing on you a second time. “Sorry if you were waiting long. I had to tell Vil bye like always. He’s like a mom.” Epel joked as he quickly opened the door for you to enter first. You told him you weren’t waiting long with a smile that left his heart racing through his chest.

The two of you found a table near the corner of the warm and welcoming shop. Epel retrieved the thick textbook of ancient spells as you pulled out your notes and pens. The study date was quiet as the two of you traded answers and placed an order with the waitress that greeted you. You got a pumpkin spice iced coffee with a slice of crumble cake, and Epel ordered a hot apple cider with an apple fritter donut. The cafe was quiet, with a few familiar faces from Royal Swords Academy showing up to hang out in small groups, or study together at their own respective tables. Epel highlighted a section in his notebook as he glanced up at you with his cheeks starting to burn. Maybe now was a good time to try using the word? He tapped the marker against the thin lined paper as a smile spread across his face. “Got sumore gumption? This ain’t so bad now izit?” He asked cheerfully as his stomach began to twist. Fuck. His accent.

“It’s just a bunch of big words I don’t know the meanings of. But since we’re studying together? I guess it’s not that bad.” Your laugh was light as you lifted your pen to mark down notes from the large research book sitting between the two of you. No matter how much he worried, his accent never affected you the way it affects those in his dorm. “People that wrote these books using huge words are definitely pretentious. I mean, what does ‘omnishambles’ mean?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes as Epel began to feel his anxiety return. “Is it pretentious if I use them?” Epel asked, starting to feel apprehensive of sharing his word of the day with you. But there wasn’t any other opportunity to use the word, and he refused to use it on Vil or Rook when he got back to Pomfiore.

You shook your head with that gentle grin he adored. “Of course not. You’re not some uppity old guy. You are Epel Felmier. I like when you use all sorts of words.” You assured as he lowered the marker onto his paper. His eyes trained on you as he tried to stop the erratic pounding of his heart. “Well… What if I used one of those big words right now?” He asked as your eyes met his and you reached for your iced coffee. “Sure, what is it?” You asked curiously as you sipped, never breaking your locked gaze with the man in front of you. Epel reached for his large paper cup, heavy with the weight of his hot apple cider. “I’ll use it in a sentence…” He trailed off as his face burned and bloomed with rouge. You nodded patiently as your cheeks appeared hot as well.

“I become overwhelmed with basorexia whenever I’m near you.”

Epel admitted with a shaken confidence. You were staring at him with a wide eyed gaze of shock and warm cheeks. You lowered your coffee and Epel offered a nervous laugh, his eyes darted down to his hands. “Sorry, wordah the day… S’on my calendar. It means… Um… I wanna kiss you super bad.” He mumbled awkwardly as he slumped back into the dark brown vinyl cushion with a grin. Yeah, that was super lame.

“Well… I’m waiting. You can’t just use a word like that in a sentence and not put it to use after.” You whispered as a smile began to creep onto your face. Epel sat up swiftly in the seat as his face became so hot he thought it was steaming. He swallowed down any lingering anxiety as he followed your lead by leaning over the table. Epel’s lips meshed together with yours; leaving you with the lingering taste of apple cider to mix with the flavor of pumpkin and cinnamon.

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