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azsazz · 4 months

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Midnight Muse (Part 5)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 4,069

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“All I’m saying is that I think he’s pretty cute,” Feyre scoffs, defensively.

Since you’d moved in, it seems as though your entire life revolves around the boys living next door.

While you’d finally gotten the sleep you deserved last night, something had felt…off. The other side of the wall was almost too quiet as you lay in the darkness, still awaiting sleep to take you in its hold, even though your body had been aching for sleep for so long. All night, there wasn’t a peep from the asshole sharing the wall. You knew it had to be Az living on the other side, there was no way in fucking hell that it wasn’t, but the lack of music blaring through the walls felt like a dream, almost.

You shoved the thoughts from your mind in the early hours of the morning, hastily getting ready for your day. Your first day of classes, and you wouldn’t let him ruin even that. Now, the sun shines brightly on you and Feyre as you walk to your first class of the day, Drawing 201.

You had made your schedules match up as much as they could. With Feyre being an art student as well, she had declared her major in oil painting, whereas you aren’t sure what medium you’d like to get into. All you know is that there’s something drawing you towards the arts, and thankfully, you still have time to take electives and try new classes to see if anything sticks.

The only classes you hadn’t been able to take together were your non-art related ones. Feyre seems to know exactly what her path is in life, minoring in business because she wants to open a gallery one day and figured having an understanding of what goes into owning her own business would be helpful.

You, on the other hand, had opted for a creative writing class to fulfill that requirement for your college degree. It is a semester filled with imagination and artistry, searching for that missing piece of your soul, trying to find it along the way.

Feyre has her drawing pad tucked under an arm as she walks. Yours is held in a similar fashion, the obnoxiously large pad of paper bigger than your torso. Her golden-brown hair is tied back into a loose bun that she makes look effortless. If you were to try and recreate the same hairstyle, you’d look like a rat. She’s clad in a plain t-shirt and jeans, simple for the balmy weather, not wanting to wear something nicer only to have charcoal and paints splashed over it by the end of the day.

The two of you had been talking about your neighbors, having seen one of them driving off in his vintage car that somehow always seemed to be parked outside of the building. Its paint was red and rusted, metal rotting through. You weren’t even sure that the car was in running condition, but it gave a splutter of black smoke as he rolled away and you wondered if it would make it the few blocks down to campus.

It was the last roommate, the one you don’t know the name of. He’s large and bulky, muscles seeming to nearly split the seams of any shirt he covered his torso with. The one who had seemed to be the least volatile, that is, until he shut the door in your face for the final time that dreadful night.

The building is old, but the classroom is spacious and drab. Concrete floors adorned with paint that hadn’t come off, dried clay chipping into dust, the room shared with many different classes working with many different mediums. The white walls brighten the room, the sun casting through the windows bouncing off of it and creating intriguing lighting to work with. Art horses are lined up in a circle, surrounding a mattress with a navy blue sheet spread across its lumpy surface. It smells of both paint and graphite, the scent comforting as a part of you settles, shoulders relaxing as you revel in it.

Accustomed to the setup, you realize that you’re going to be jumping right into the class and will be drawing today. Last year, the most memorable moment in your first life drawing class ever was the oldest man you’ve ever seen being the nude model. Of course, that was the day that your professor had each student drawing a close-up of a specific part of the model’s body, and you’d so luckily gotten to draw his low-hanging, wrinkly balls. Lovely.

You shudder as the memory resurfaces, following Feyre to a seat. You drop your bag to the floor, setting up your own sketchpad, before pulling out the necessary materials you’ll be needing for class.

You roll your eyes in response to her statement. “I didn’t say they weren’t cute, I said that they’re assholes.” Despite your quiet night, you can’t help but wonder about Az, thinking about his brooding nature and stupidly charming face as you drifted off to sleep in the loud quiet of your room.

Students trickle in one by one. A group of girls stride in, laughing about something that happened at a bar over their weekend. Another girl follows, but it’s clear that she isn’t in their group. She’s pretty, with chic, ice blue glasses perched on her button nose, her striking white hair hanging loose around her shoulders.

Your attention shifts to the boy that follows her in, and your jaw almost drops.

He’s handsome—no, he’s much more than that, you just can’t formulate the words twisting your thoughts and tongue into knots. Maybe after your creative writing class you’d be able to describe his sheer beauty. He has the most luxurious copper hair you’ve ever seen. It cascades across his broad shoulders, a braid on either side, caressing his face. He’s tall, too, an entire head—maybe even more—taller than the white-haired girl he’s bounding behind. His straight nose is flecked with freckles and his fox-shaped face is utterly devastating.

When his gaze finds yours, you feel as though you’re pinned to the art horse beneath you. He has one russet eye, and the other is golden. You want to commit it to memory, curse yourself for not bringing your colored pencils, stare right into those very eyes until you’ve gotten each stroke of his iris’ perfect. He’s mesmerizing, and the closer he moves, you start to make out the fine scar that slashes through that gold eye and his eyebrow above. It’s his only flaw, but only adds to his intimidating aura.

“Hi,” he greets, sliding into the empty seat next to you. You have to look up at him, even sitting, and something in your stomach stirs. “I’m Lucien.”

“(Y/N),” you respond numbly, thrown by his beauty. He’s wearing a loose button-up in the color moss, dark trousers, and even nicer shoes. He doesn’t look anything like an art student. Law, maybe. “Nice to meet you.”

You fumble with your art case as he holds out his hand for you to shake. Cheeks heating, you give him a bashful smile, sliding your hand into his. It’s warm, encapsulating the entirety of your own, and the longer your hand sits in his, the wider his pleasant smile becomes. “You as well,” he responds, then leans over to introduce himself to Feyre. With your back to him, you give her an ‘oh my gods, look how gorgeous he is’ look, and she responds with an elbow to your side, acknowledging that she sees just how gorgeous he is.

This year is determined to kill you, with all of the handsome men you’ve seen so far. Lucien maybe even more so, with how delightful he already is.

You can hardly even remember what you were conversing with Feyre about now that Lucien has entered the room. You couldn’t even remember if one of your neighbors waltzed right into the roo—

Fuck.

Of fucking course.

It’s the one roommate you don’t know the name of. The one who’d been driving away when you and your roommate left for campus this morning, waltzing into the room as if he owns the place.

His frame takes up the entire doorway, and you find yourself wondering if that’s his thing. Precious Azzy’s is being loud, Rhys’ is that forked tongue of his, and this one’s is filling any space with his massive body.

He enters the room with a swagger that has all of the girls swooning, carefree and confident. He oozes masculinity, barrel chested and tall. You didn’t know that he was in this class, though. When Rhys has said that they were juniors, you thought they’d be in the 300 classes, not 200s.

Now might be as good a time as ever to ask, though, because his hazel gaze sparks in recognition when he glances your way, and he beelines over to you.

“Well, hello there ladies,” he greets with a seemingly genuine smile. He had been the nicest of the three when you and Feyre had almost knocked their door clean from its hinges, but he had also shut the door on you. Plus, with your not-so-great experiences with his roommates, your body is tense, prepared for the worst. “You’re taking this class?”

Feyre takes the bait on this one, and you’re well aware that Lucien is listening in, despite the fact that he’s pulled his satchel into his lap and is unloading his own supplies. “Yeah, it’s required for sophomores. Are you in it as well?”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a sinful smile. Wolfish, almost. “You could say that.” You open your mouth to speak but he’s turning towards Lucien, smile broadening into something practically wicked, sticking his hand out to introduce himself. “I’m Cassian, man. Nice to meet you.”

“Lucien,” he replies politely, though you don’t miss the slight grimace on his face when Cassian clenches his fingers in his own. You smother a laugh because Cassian looks like he could break all of the bones in Lucien’s hand with just a little more pressure if he wanted to.

The trifecta is complete. You finally have all three names, though you only know Az through his nicknames alone. Or maybe his name is Azzy. Maybe that’s why he’s so grumpy all of the time.

Whatever. You don’t care.

After introducing yourself and Feyre to Cassian, he leans in closer. He smells earthy, like freshly turned dirt and smoked wood. It reaches out to you like roots in the ground, and it’s refreshing, to say the least.

“I’m sorry about the other night,” he starts, and you nearly recoil. You were expecting him to come in here with the arrogance his roommates seem to share, not this sincere politeness dripping from his words. His hazel eyes are earnest as you inspect him, his soft smile a touch guilty, if anything. “It’s just that I’ve got to side with my roommates. You can understand that, right?”

“You don’t even know what he did,” you answer, trying not to grumble. Your brows are pinched and you watch Cassian take note of that. Az had been a complete prick for no reason, and that’s just not cool in your books.

Cassian winces, dropping back an inch or two. His voice is low, more of a whisper than you thought someone of his size would be able to make. “It’s not really my place to say, but Azriel had had a rough day. And no, that doesn’t excuse his actions, but you did threaten to tow his bike, and he doesn’t take that lightly. But hey, it had nothing really to do with me, so I’m willing to look past it if you are.”

Azriel. Aa full name to a face and well, it kind of suits him. The angel of death. A shiver wracks your spine.

With that permanent scowl, he certainly looks the part.

And, this isn’t the apology you expected, but it’s a truce, a peace offering between neighbors. Maybe, if you accept, Cassian will be able to pass along the message of ‘shut the fuck up after midnight’ to Azriel.

You share a look with Feyre, contemplating. It seems as though she’s thinking similarly to you because she smiles up at Cassian, agreeing. “We’d love that.”

Cassian beams, straightening to his full height. Fuck, he’s huge.

He looks as if he may say something more, but the professor enters the room and calls his name. He shoots you and Feyre a cheeky grin. “That’s me,” he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll come get your numbers after class. Try not to enjoy it too much, ladies.” With a wink, he turns, gliding across the room with an ease someone built like a brick wall should have.

Your eyes follow him as he stalks towards the teacher, all grins and positivity. Maybe he isn’t like his broody, rude roommates. The teacher asks him something and he’s nodding along as if he’s done this before and is being reminded of what’s expected of him for this class. He roots around in the bag slung over his shoulder and pulls something out as he makes his way towards the door. Maybe he’s not enrolled in your class and only needed to speak to the professor?

“Welcome to Drawing 201,” the professor greets, clapping her hands together to gain the attention of the room. The murmurs soften as she speaks, students ready to have their talents molded by her intelligence. “My name is Ms. Woods, but you can call me Alis.”

You don’t miss Cassain slipping back into the room as Alis walks you through warm up exercises and best practices for the class. Your fingers are already coated with charcoal from where you’d roughly outlined shapes of Feyre’s body for warm ups. The curves on your paper become more and more fluid as you get into the familiar motions of drawing.

“What do you think he’s doing here?” you murmur to Feyre, still watching where Cassian is crouched low as if he wouldn’t be able to hear the professor from his full height. While you’re turned this way, you catch Lucien peeking at you over his shoulder for a fleeting moment, and before your gaze can snag his, he’s turning back to his own work.

Feyre shrugs, studying the lines of your face. “You don’t think he’s the—”

“This is Cassian,” Alis interrupts, stealing your attention from your roommate and your drawing. It’s nothing more than a mess of rough shapes, looking nothing like her at all, but you’re trusting the process. Only a minute's time isn’t long enough for more than that.

Cassian is no longer wearing his loose jeans and tight t-shirt. Instead, he dons a thick, gray robe. The fabric doesn’t nearly drape far enough down, his gloriously tanned and muscular legs on full display, showing off an intricate tattoo from his knees, creeping up underneath the fabric. Your mouth goes dry at the sight, following the lines of muscle all the way up as Alis continues, “He’s going to be our model for the day.”

You’re not the only one who chokes at the news. Girls and guys alike are blushing in their seats, and Cassian can hardly contain the smug smirk threatening to split his face in two. He winks over at you and Feyre who share a wide-eyed look. Lucien scoffs lightly, and your jaw snaps shut, pink heating your cheeks as well.

You busy yourself by flipping to a new page in your pad. It’s crisp and white, not at all as interesting as you’re trying to make it seem as you avoid Cassian’s mirth-filled stare. You smooth the paper with your hand, and it’s shaking slightly with anticipation. Your new neighbor who’s just offered a truce, and you’re already going to be seeing him naked.

Would it have been weirder to be mad at him and stare at his naked form, or now, when a ceasefire has been declared and you’re somewhat on the road to becoming friends?

You don’t have the chance to think further on it because Cassian moves into the circle towards the lone mattress on the floor as Alis explains how the time spent in class is going to be divided. There will be a few three minute sketching sessions where you are to get down as much of his form as you can, while Cassian continuously changes poses. Following that, there will be two fifteen minute sessions, a break, and a final longer session where you’ll focus more on detail than form.

He slides out of his shoes, and you swallow roughly as he undoes the ties to his robe. Thankfully, he’s not looking at you, watching your intent gaze pinned to his tanned skin. The fabric slides from his broad shoulders, down, exposing the muscles of his back. The less fabric that shows, the more tattoos you see, covering both arms and licking across his chest. His waist pulls in tight and you have to bite your lip to hold back a noise in the completely silent room. Rippling muscles line his body, corded and thick in all of the right places. You can’t help it, staring unabashed because he’s turned away from you, your eyes falling from the inky whorls of tattoos across his shoulders, down through the cavern of the muscle lining his spine, all the way down to his tight ass.

All of the students are entrapped by his beauty, as if he’s aphrodite reincarnated. Two dimples poke in the base of his spine that you want to lean forward and dip your tongue into, but then he’s shifting a little and his cock is on full display.

The stick of charcoal in your fingers snaps in half.

You hope you get that facing you for the few hours you’ll be here.

Next to you, Lucien tuts under his breath, but even he can’t seem to look away from the Greek God standing before you.

Alis instructs Cassian into his first pose and then addresses the class. “Alright, your time begins now.”

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You don’t know how you’re able to focus on anything other than the cock draped so prettily across his abdomen.

Cassian looks as relaxed as ever, splayed out across the blue sheet on the mattress, one arm tucked beneath his head, eyes shut, and breathing even as if he might have actually fallen asleep.

With the late nights you know he and his roommates tend to have, you wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.

You lose yourself in the quiet of the classroom, nothing but the sounds of long strokes or chalk against paper, the scratch of quick sharp lines being drawn. There’s the occasional murmur of advice or comments from Alis as she makes her rounds, weaving through students spread throughout the room.

Drawing the contours of his muscle is no easy feat. Packed layer upon layer from years or hard work spent in the gym, you rub the dark soot into your drawing pad. It’s calming, sweeping the charcoal over the white space to create shadows the lighting paints across his body.

His tattoos take some effort, even though Alis had said not to worry about those, that getting his form down was more important, but you can’t help yourself. You’ve always been interested in people’s tattoos and the stories behind them, the significance or lack thereof for some, despite having none of your own. You draw them with an extra care, trying your best not to make up reasons as to why he might have them. Now that you’re going to be on friendly terms, maybe you can ask him the meaning behind them yourself.

Eventually, Alis’ timer goes off, the ringtone the same as your phone, and for a fleeting moment your body reacts as if it’s your own alarm going off, a slight twist in your stomach as your body locks for a moment. You put down your chunk of charcoal as Cassian sits up, dusting your fingers off and admiring your drawing, comparing it to the model once more before he tugs on his robe.

Feyre stands to stretch, her back popping as she twists around. You wipe the soot from your hands on a cloth and grab your water bottle, the crisp water wetting your parched throat.

Lucien leans over, copper hair cascading over his shoulder and almost brushing your arm in the process. You wouldn’t mind, it looks silky smooth and the smell of his hair oil makes you want to lean in a little closer. He studies your work as you drink and eventually, with a smirk, says, “You have quite an eye for detail.”

You splutter and he bites his pink lip, trying to smother his smile. He gives you the most innocent look he can muster, but he doesn’t know that you have a retort on the tip of your tongue, just as soon as you stop choking.

“You sound a little bit jealous there, Lucien.”

Feyre laughs and he gapes dramatically, “Maybe, a little.”

You can’t help but to chuckle at his antics, the rest of your classmates packing up around you. Cassian’s disappeared from the room already, probably in the restroom changing, and you wonder if he’ll be back for your number like he promised.

In the meantime, you pack your things away, stuffing your extra chalks of charcoal back into your case, along with your cloth and kneaded eraser. You feel confident in the work you’ve done today, so with a last glance at your drawing, you flip your pad shut, taking Feyre’s for her and walking with Lucien to stash them in the assigned drawer you and Feyre share.

“So, are you an art major?” you ask, waiting for the crowd around the shelves to dissipate a little.

He cuts you a suspicious look, but it’s playful. “You didn’t get a glimpse of my drawing, did you? I suppose I can’t blame you with a model looking like that, but it’s entirely awful,” he states, and you stare up at him in disbelief.

“Surely it can’t be that bad,” you argue, and his lips thin a little as he flips open his drawing pad just enough for only you to see. It’s difficult to hold in the laugh trying to burst from your throat.

Lucien winces but a puff of laughter follows that makes your shoulders ease. “I told you it was shit, your face only confirmed it!”

There’s no coming back from this one, so you decide to play into it.

“Okay, it’s not great, but I’ve definitely seen worse. You should’ve seen my stuff from last year.”

Lucien rolls his eyes, stepping forward in line. “Oh, I’m sure it was nothing like the gorgeous drawing you’ve managed to pull out of your ass in two hours today,” he scoffs, and you elbow him in the arm gently. “Your drawing literally looks like a photograph!”

It doesn’t, but your cheeks heat at his compliment anyway.

“I might’ve been doing this a little longer than you have,” you defend. Since you could hold a crayon, to be exact.

He huffs, stuffing his pad into a drawer and offering to help you with yours and Feyres. He pulls your drawer open and you slide the pads inside, stepping out of the way so others can crowd him as he closes up and follows you back to your seats. “Well, then you might have to help me out, because I thought that taking a few drawing classes would help me with my renderings for architecture, but those are all straight lines and circles and this is all curved lines and cock.”

You can’t help but laugh this time, leaning over your horse to pack away the rest of your supplies. Feyre’s all ready to go, face buried in her phone as she texts someone, fingers tapping quickly on the screen.

“You know, if you remove yourself from what you’re looking at, this is all just lines and circles too.”

Lucien slings his satchel over his shoulder, staring down at you with those mesmerizing eyes that shine when he speaks. “Would you want to explain that further sometime, over coffee perhaps?”

You’re a little shocked by his bluntness, but you grin and nod nonetheless. “I’d like that.”

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visit-new-york · 8 months

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What recreational activities are available for visitors in Brooklyn Bridge Park?

Brooklyn Bridge Park stands as a testament to urban revitalization, transforming an industrial waterfront into a vibrant green space that attracts locals and tourists alike. Nestled along the East River, this 85-acre park offers breathtaking views of the Manhattan skyline, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the Statue of Liberty. Beyond its scenic beauty, Brooklyn Bridge Park provides a plethora of recreational activities for visitors seeking an immersive and enjoyable experience.

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Picnicking and Relaxing:

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Kayaking and Paddleboarding:

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Basketball and Volleyball Courts:

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Families with children can take advantage of the well-designed playgrounds within the park. Featuring modern play structures, water features, and sandboxes, these areas provide a safe and entertaining environment for kids to expend their energy.

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Conclusion:

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natures-marvel · 5 months

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Tagged by @wedgeantill to post this personality quiz. Thanks, cast bro! 🥰

Top 20 of mine :

1. Kara Danvers (Supergirl): 83%

2. Littlefoot (The Land Before Time): 83%

3. Keslie Knope (Parks and Recreation): 82%

4. Ted Mullens (Schitt's Creek): 81%

5. Donna Moss (The West Wing): 80%

6. Chris Traeger (Parks and Recreation): 80%

7. Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn Nine-Nine): 80%

8. Barry Allen (The Flash): 80%

9. Jane Villanueva (Jane the Virgin): 80%

10. Henry Jennings (The Americans): 80%

11. Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone): 80%

12. Grace Van Pelt (The Mentalist): 79%

13. Marshall Eriksen (How I Met Your Mother): 79%

14. Eliza Hamilton (Hamilton): 79%

15. Winston Bishop (New Girl): 79%

16. Skylar (Good Will Hunting): 79%

17. Ted Lasso (Ted Lasso): 79%

18.Sam Obisanya (Ted Lasso): 79%

19. Georgiana Darcy (Pride and Prejudice): 78%

20. Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice): 78%

#tagged!#thanks max!!!#hm yeah #pretty accurate ig 🤷🏻‍♀️#edit : holy fuck i didnt post this?! 😱#max i am so sorry for being late!!

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Reader is popular but Demetri has a huge crush on her but somehow they end up having sex and Reader is really surprised because he is like a sex god and she's never had sex that good before

This dynamic 🤤🤤 it's my shit

Demetri Alexopoulos x Popular!Chubby!Reader

CW: monstercock!Demetri, mean girl!Reader, rough sex, multiple orgasms, mating press, begging, pet names: good/pretty girl, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink. (unedited)

"Oh my god," Yasmine sneers, her eyes narrowing as she looked down the hall. "Look at that geek."

Reader turns her head and giggles as she sees the one and only Demetri Alexopoulos walking their way. As he walks down the hall, he carries a large box diorama in his arms. It's decorated like an old room and filled with little painted figures inside. He's obviously recreated some historical event, but what really catches the girls' eyes is the costume he carries over his shoulder that matches his project. He holds his head up, clearly proud of his work, and the whole thing gives off big nerd energy.

Reader covers her mouth, hiding her laugh fairly obviously. "Oh wow."

"There's no way he's not a virgin," Yasmine whispers, her smile mean and wicked. She gives Demetri an uninterested look and speaks louder so he hears her. "No girl would ever want to fuck a guy like that."

He looks over, his bright expression dampening. His eyes dart between Reader and Yasmine, but settle on Reader in anticipation for her reaction.

Reader frowns and crosses her arms over her chest. She gives him a look up and down, then scoffs. "Right? What a nerd."

He cast his eyes down and he turns away, giving them the shoulder as if ignoring them. However, he can't. The girls are laughing behind his back even though he's right there. He hears them, but walks away.

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Reader twirls her pencil as she stares off into space, hardly paying attention to her science teacher. There are better things to think about than boring old science; it isn't as if any of that stuff has anything to do with her anyway. She watches the clouds roll by, that is until she hears the teacher call her name.

The class is getting paired off for research papers. It has to do with something about nature and climate change, but she hadn't been paying too much attention to all that when the teacher explained it. She's hoping to get paired up with someone super smart so she didn't have to do too much of the work.

"You'll be working with Mr. Alexopoulos."

Score! she thinks, a self-satisfied smile stretching over her lips. She looks over at Demetri, who is in the middle of turning bright red. Bringing her hand up, she flutters her fingers at him, laughing when his blush intensified. What my luck! A total nerd to do this little paper for me.

The bell rings overhead and everyone jumps up to leave. Reader takes her time, watching Demetri put away his notes, then she stands and walks over to his table. He looks up at her and his mouth falls open, as if he's staring at precious jewel. He doesn't say anything, which is perfectly fine with Reader.

"We can work on this whole paper over at my place," she tells him in a sugary sweet tone. She knows she should slather the sweetness on him after this morning's announcement of his virgin status. So she bats her eyelashes at him and smiles. "That's okay with you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally fine with me," he stammers. He stands up and bumps his knee into the table in the process. He winces, but shakes it off fairly quickly as Reader laughs at his misfortune. He tries to play it cool. "Whatever you want."

"Do you drive?" she asks.

"No..." he answers lamely.

"That's okay," she assures him, smiling up at him. "Just me in the parking lot after school and we can go get it over with."

"Okay, see you..." She turns away sharply and walks to the door. He stares after her, starstruck. "...after school."

😈😈😈

Hours laters, Demetri finds himself sitting in Reader's bedroom. It's spacious, with enough room for a large bed and a little coffee table set up with a sofa in the corner. He has his textbook clutched in his lap and all his notes scattered about the table as he sits with her on the small couch. Their knees are touching and it's distracting him because it only serves to remind him how close she is.

For a girl that's super popular, she's actually pretty smart. Correction, he's learned that she only acts dumb in school. When he caught on to her hints for him to do all the work himself, he shut it down as nicely as possible, and then she had no problem jumping in and typing up some notes while he read from the textbook. He can't help watching her work, even though it was just some keystrokes on her laptop.

"This is so boring," she moans, setting her laptop down as they got to the end of the chapter.

She leans back and stretches her legs out. He can't help watching, his eyes dragging long her legs. She catches him looking and smirks, deciding to tease him a little. After all, it's obvious to her that he has a crush on her. She shimmies and stretches, making her dress ride up and expose more of her thighs. Then she stands up and continues to stretch, bending over to touch her toes, knowing her dress is a little too high...

Demetri gasps as he sees her panties between her thick thighs. He adverts his eyes, his cheeks warming up. He doesn't know if he's supposed to say anything or not, but in the meantime, his pants grow tight under the textbook.

Then his mind goes back to that morning. What an embarrassment to be called out as a virgin! He wants to set the record straight.

"i'm not a virgin, you know," he blurts out.

She turns to him, startled that he said anything about the topic at all. It wasn't exactly the topic of their previous discussion, and certainly not where she thought her teasing was going. "What?"

"I'm not a virgin like Yasmine said. I... I've had sex before."

She stares at him, still in a state of shock. Then she stands tall and crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh yeah? And who have you had sex with?"

"Well, I really shouldn't divulge that specific information..."

She scoffs and laughs at him. "Oh man, you're such a liar."

"I'm not lying."

"Then prove it."

He tosses the textbook aside and before she can see the sizable bulge in his pants, he pulls her down onto his lap. She gasps as she feels it press against her while he has her straddle his thigh. Then he pulls her in for a kiss. It's hard and has something to prove, which is quickly accomplished when as he puts his hand on the back of her neck and deepens the kiss. His tongue in her mouth before she really has time to think about it, and then he's sucking on hers as soon as she's processed everything else.

She's moaning and grinding down on his thigh, a wet patch quickly forming on her panties and transferring onto his jeans. She holds onto him for stability, his shirt clutched in her hands tightly.

He pulls away from her, leaving her tongue to hang out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting it to his lips before it break. He tears his shirt off, ripping it from her hands and leaving her with nothing but his bare chest to hold on to.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," he told her, voice husky and panting. It sends shivers up her spine and she does as told, at which point he wraps one arm around her waist and his opposite hand grabs her ass. Then he stands up and she squeals, her arms tightening around him. He grunts into her ear, "I've got you, pretty girl."

As he carries her over to the bed, she things, Who are you and what have you done with Demetri?

Then she's dropped onto the bed and she bounces on top of her fluffy duvet. She looks up at Demetri and sees his darkened eyes, her pussy clenching around nothing. In the following instant, his hands are under her dress and pushing it up, grabbing and groping at her pudgy belly and fat tits. She moans and whines as he rubs his thumbs over her nipples, then roughly pulling her dress over her head.

His eyes drink in her nearly nude figure and she lays out for him, enjoying having his eyes on her. She undoes her bra and throws it away, letting her panties follow.

"Good girl," he tells her. He undoes his belt and jeans, shoving them off with his boxers, wasting no time. He smirks when she gasps at the sight of his cock. "Like what you see?"

She whimpers, closing her legs. "I-I don't know if that'll fit."

He gets onto the bed with her and crawls over her. He dives down to capture her lips with his and she moans, throwing her arms around him. His cock head bumps her wet folds and she jumps, but he lets it slide over her entrance slowly. He lays his cock on her belly as they make out, his hips pressed against hers.

When he pulls away, she looks down at his cock as she whimpers. "It's so big."

"Are you saying no?"

She looks up at him, then shakes her head.

"Then trust me. It'll fit," he assures her, then smirks. "Especially after I get a taste of you."

He then proceeds to move down her body, leaving ghosts of kisses along her skin. She whines with need as he teases her, kissing her inner thighs and over her hips before diving between her legs. When he throws her legs over his shoulders and buries his face in her cunt, she gasps softly, then moans as his tongue laps at her wet folds.

She reaches down to put a hand in his hair, gripping tightly at the dark strands as a suggestion to slow down. It's one he doesn't take and she says nothing of it as she sighs with pleasure, tugging on his hair as he slips his tongue in and out of her. He's groaning lowly each time she pulls on his hair and it only drives him to eat her out better, eventually getting to the point that it's a sloppy, noisy mess happening between her cunt and his tongue.

He makes her come hard and doesn't even stop tongue fucking her, seeing her through her orgasm so that he can quickly bring her to another one. When she squirts the second time, he lets his mouth hang open to catch as much of it as he can, then he's sitting back on his knees to look down at her.

Reader is a glorious panting mess under him, glistening wet between her legs and all over her thighs. He runs his hand over her pussy lips, spreading her wetness all over and getting it all over his hand before he strokes his cock. He watches the rise and fall of her chest as she watches him lube himself up with her essence. Knowing her eyes are on him turns him on that much more and he comes to sit between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock between her wet folds. He makes her whine and whimper when he hits it against her swollen clit and he smiles down at her.

"Please, please put it in," she whimpers under him. Her hips push up to seek out more friction from his cock. "Please..."

"Are you begging for me?"

She stays quiet for a moment before nodding. "Yes."

"Good girl," he mutters, making her hole clenches around nothing. "Beg some more."

"Please, Demetri, I need you," she cries out, pathetically trying to rut her hips up to his. All it does is make rub her cunt over his length. "Please fuck me. Please please please."

He bites his lips as he watches her, then grabs behind her knees and pushes them up to put her legs over his shoulders. She whines as he slowly drags his cock over her pussy until the tip comes to her wet, open lips. Pre cum leaks from his slit and smears over hole, making his groan. Unable to tease her or himself any longer, he pushes the head in and watches it sink into her needy and tight cunt. It pops in and he feels like she's trying to strangle his tip.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, but continues to push into her. All Reader can do is moan under him, clawing at the bedsheets. He pulls out a few inches and pushes them back into her, working her open so she can take his whole cock. He does that ever so often, watching her cunt stretch around his thick length. "Feels so good. Do you feel good, Reader?"

She nods with a soft, low whine. Her fists are clenched tight with the bedsheets as she feels him sink into her further and further. She's watching the point where they're connected, already panting hard as her walls squeeze around his shaft. It's so big, she feels him reaching depths she had no idea were actually possible.

When he reaches the half way point, he starts trusting in order to work the rest of himself into her. He take ahold of her knees again and pushes them down to her chest. She squeals and he feels her open up for him just a little more, so he pushes into her until his hips meet her ass.

"Oh my god!" she lets out. Her legs are shaking and she reaches up for him, only able to grab his hands that are hooked behind her knees. She feels him in her guts and butted up against her cervix, making her babble almost incoherently. "Do fuckin' deep. You're gonna destroy me... Fuck me up..."

"I'm gonna ruin you for any other cock," Demetri grunts. He stays still, letting her get used to the feeling of his big, fat cock stretching her out and reaching so deep. "You're not gonna want anyone else, pretty girl."

He slips a hand from under her grip and reaches down to grope and squeeze her tit. She moans and tries to wiggle under him, but he has her folded in half and pressed into the mattress tight. As he toys with her nipple, her eyes roll up and her cunt gushes warm arousal. With that, he starts to pull back, only a few inches, before slamming back into her.

She screams as he batters her poor cervix, as if trying to beat it open. His pace is hard, but not too rough. It's well paced and even, allowing any changes should she ask for them; either to slow down or be gentle. Despite his dominance and need to prove her wrong, she felt secure under him. If anything, the position he had her in made her feel so safe - she didn't have to do anything but take it. There was something so glorious about it.

As he fucks her, it's loud. Her cunt continues to gush slick and make loud squelching sounds as he pushes in and out of her. She's screaming and trembling under him, his balls slapping against her ass as her thighs shake. She doesn't even try to be quiet, not that anyone else is around to hear. It only means she can't hear his low grunts as he watches his length disappear in her fat cunt.

She's so close already, the vein running along his shaft rubbing against her g-spot with each thrust. Her poor clit sits swollen and throbbing as he fucks her, unable to do anything about it. She wants to, but her brain is too foggy to think about touching herself, let alone actually doing it. All she can do is lay there and cry out for Demetri to make her come.

" 'm so close! Please, please, I wanna come! Please make me come, Dem! Please please please!"

He licks his lips, watching her hazy eyes. He tweaks her nipple and makes her yelp. "You wanna come?"

She nodded vigorously, whining loudly.

He drags his hand down her body, groping at her soft belly as he makes his ways down to her clit. He presses his thumb into it and rubs fast circles into it, making her cry out loudly. She struggles to try and move with the jolts of pleasure, but soon comes to a stop as it only takes a few strokes to her bundle of nerve to make her come.

Her body quakes under him, her head thrown back as she calls out his name. her orgasm washes over her, making a wet mess between them as she creams over his fat cock. It makes a thick ring around his back and clings to her stretched out pussy lips, adding a loud smack-smack-smack to the song being made between their bodies.

Accompanied by her hoarse voice screaming his name with a chorus of yeses.

Velvet walls constrict around him, her cervix puckering as she tries to milk him dry. It's enough to push him over the edge.

He makes two hard thrusts and bottoms out in her tight, clenching cunt before he falls apart. He presses himself against her harshly, groaning her name as his heavy balls draw up and his thighs tremble. He comes inside her, watching her blissed out face as she gasps at the first torrent of his hot cum filling her.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, good girl. My fucking pretty girl. Take my cum. Fucking take it," he grunts, then leans down to kiss her. He squishes her thighs into her soft belly and she moans, but he eats it up as he presses his lips to hers. She reaches up and grabs the back of his neck, whining into his mouth. He mumbles hotly, "Take me so well, pretty girl."

There kiss doesn't late long, as they're panting messes and need the air. He can feel the way he's filled her with a hefty load, some of it leaking out around the tight seal around his cock and dripping down his balls. As it all comes to an end, he starts to pull out of her and more of their mixed cum gushes out of her Once the tip of his cock pops out, it's like a waterfall that makes a puddle under her ass. He just eases her legs down and starts massaging her sore thighs and hips.

"How was that for the supposed virgin?" he asks.

She hums, looking up at him as he awaits her answer. All she can muster up is a smile and a feeble "totally not a virgin...."

Then she looks down at her gaping, stuffed full hole. All she can see is her cum covered thighs and mound, feeling the way it twitches from the intense fuck she just had.

"You came inside me..."

His hands continue to work into her pudgy thighs, his lip caught between his lip as he drops his eyes to her used cunt. Another fat glob of his cum leaks out and he scoops it up with his fingers before pushing it back into her. "And?"

She moans, "I could get pregnant."

He can't help grinning. "Good. Let everyone see how good I fuck you."

Her hole clenches around his fingers and he chuckles. He leans over her and kisses her, pulling his digits from her sensitive pussy. Gathering her up in his arms, he pulls her close and lays with her on top of him. They make out on her bed, knowing good and well this won't be the only time they do this.

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weherzit · 4 months

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#parks and recreation #parks and rec #cast #funny #tv show #weheartit #weherzit #Ron Swanson #Leslie knope #tom haverford #donna noble

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horsetailcurlers2 · 7 months

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more random regina mills headcanons bc people seemed to like the last ones

-she taught herself how to cook. she was never allowed in the kitchens growing up bc it was “beneath her” to be in there with the servants. when she cast the curse and had to be able to feed herself without magic, she made it her mission to learn how to cook. it was a frustrating and arduous journey (with lots of cussing and minor burns involved) but she absolutely loves it now. she watches the food network religiously (and often times yells at the screen when she’s watching those high drama cooking competition shows) and she has a mildly excessive amount of cookbooks.

-she has a similar fascination with HGTV. she loves judging all those house flipping and real estate shows.

-when she finally gets a smart phone and henry and emma introduce her to facebook, she absolutely embarrasses the hell out of him. she constantly posts old baby photos, she leaves sappy comments on every little thing he posts and she is always tagging him in photos he didn’t even know she’d taken.

-she loves olives. loves them. henry tells her it’s disgusting (because it is) but she will eat them straight out of the jar.

-she LOVES putting together a good charcuterie board. she was into it way before it was trendy. she acts all grumpy and put out about hosting family dinners and gatherings but she actually loves it because she gets so many compliments on the food spread.

-speaking of which, everyone already knows this but she cannot take a compliment. she likes them in theory, she just has no idea how to respond to them at all. she gets so uncomfortable. she will either make some kind of snarky or sarcastic comment downplaying whatever it is she’s being complimented for, or she will literally just ignore it.

-her bra and underwear always match. always. i don’t even mean this in a spicy sexy way, just that she is that detail oriented and particular.

-she cried when she watched old yeller. like, full on ugly sobbing. this is another secret she will take to her grave.

-she is a very very sore loser when it comes to board games and she’s incredibly competitive. do you guys know that scene in parks and recreation when ben and leslie are helping those kids with model U.N? and ben tells leslie to wave the white flag and she’s like “the only thing i will be waving is your decapitated head in front of your weeping mother”? that’s regina’s exact vibe when it comes to monopoly.

-in a similar vein, she is a fantastic chess player

#i feel like these ones aren’t as good lol #lmk if anybody wants more #or if you want swan queen headcanons #or any other regina ship tbh #regina mills #ouat #once upon a time #regina mills headcanons #henry mills #regal believer

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newyorkthegoldenage · 5 months

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In Brooklyn in 1920, a 40–foot Christmas tree was erected in Prospect Park and decorated with 600 red, white, blue, green, and purple electric bulbs. A 50–foot community tree in 1926 surpassed the 1920 tree by ten feet and added 600 more colored electric lights.

Paid for by local civic organizations, the annual report noted that it “made a splendid appearance and could be seen from many streets and avenues approaching the park.” The annual report also noted Christmas trees set up at different points around the park that “when lighted during Christmas time, the illumination cast weird shadows through the trees and was much admired by people who visited the park to witness the display.” Three hundred school children from PS 9 sang Christmas carols around the tree “very much enjoyed by those present,” which included a version of “The Star Spangled Banner,” “O Come, All Ye Faithful,” and “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing,” capped off with a finale featuring “America, The Beautiful.” Christmas festivals continued into the 1930s at recreation facilities, as part of the regular Park programming, and children sang carols during the holiday season.

Photo: NYC Parks Dep't

#vintage New York #1920s #Christmas tree #Christmas #vintage Christmas #vintage NYC #vintage Brooklyn #public Christmas tree #Prospect Park #carolling #schoolchildren

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untoldreader · 1 month

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Into Wanda's World

Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary

The reader is drawn deeper into Wanda's reality-altering powers, experiencing the world as she perceives it

Warnings

None?

Tag list

@nayarianna1302 @tigerlillyruiz @alexawynters

As you ventured further into Wanda's world, the boundaries of reality blurred, giving way to a tapestry of vibrant colors and ever-shifting landscapes. The air hummed with energy as Wanda's powers danced around you, molding the fabric of existence to her will.

You found yourself standing in a picturesque meadow, bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun. The grass beneath your feet swayed gently, responding to the gentle caress of a gentle breeze. Flowers bloomed in a riot of colors, their petals seemingly alive with an ethereal radiance.

Wanda's voice echoed softly in your ears, her words carrying a sense of wonder. "Welcome to my world," she murmured, her voice imbued with a mixture of joy and melancholy. "Here, reality is but a canvas, waiting to be painted with the brushstrokes of imagination."

As you took in the breathtaking scenery, you noticed that the world seemed to shift around you, transforming effortlessly with Wanda's every thought. The meadow morphed into a bustling cityscape, its towering buildings reaching for the heavens. The city streets teemed with life as people went about their daily routines, their faces filled with contentment and purpose.

Wanda's powers manifested in subtle ways, bringing moments of delightful whimsy to the world around you. The streetlights twinkled with a playful sparkle, casting a warm glow that bathed the city in a dreamlike ambiance. Colorful butterflies flitted through the air, leaving trails of glittering dust in their wake.

In this altered reality, time became fluid, effortlessly bending to Wanda's desires. You found yourself transported to different eras, each one meticulously recreated with astonishing accuracy. You walked through the cobblestone streets of a quaint medieval village, the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from the nearby bakery. You marveled at the grandeur of a futuristic cityscape, where sleek hovercrafts soared through the sky, leaving streaks of light in their wake.

But amidst the wonder and awe, there were moments of introspection and sorrow. Wanda's world was not just a realm of pure joy; it also carried the weight of her past and the pain she had endured. As you explored further, you glimpsed fragments of memories and emotions woven into the very fabric of her reality.

In a quiet corner of the city, you came across a small park. A solitary bench stood beneath a weeping willow, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. As you approached, you noticed Wanda sitting there, her gaze fixed on a distant point.

Sitting beside her, you could feel the weight of her emotions. Memories of loss and heartache washed over you, mingling with a profound sense of longing. The world around you shifted, mirroring her melancholy. The colors dulled, and the sky darkened, as if reflecting the depths of her sorrow.

But even in moments of sadness, there was resilience and hope. As you reached out, offering a comforting presence, the world responded to your touch. The sky brightened, and the weeping willow transformed into a blossoming tree, its delicate petals embracing the air with a gentle whisper.

Wanda turned to you, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for being here," she whispered, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "In this world of mine, you've become a part of something extraordinary."

With each passing moment, you grew more attuned to the complexities of Wanda's world, witnessing the depth of her powers and the emotions that fueled them. It was a testament to the strength of her spirit and the boundless potential of the human imagination.

But as captivating as this altered reality was, a part of you yearned for the embrace of the true world—the world that existed beyond the confines of Wanda's powers. And so, with a mixture of reluctance and curiosity, you bid farewell to Wanda's world, knowing that your journey was far from over.

As you emerged from the immersive experience, the memories of Wanda's world remained etched in your mind, a testament to the incredible power of perception and the limitless scope of human imagination. You carried with you a newfound appreciation for the beauty and fragility of reality, as well as the importance of embracing both the joys and sorrows that accompany it.

And so, with a sense of wonder and reverence, you ventured forth, eager to continue unraveling the mysteries that awaited you in the true world and the stories that would shape your own existence.

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The end of Chapter 4 marks a pivotal moment in your journey alongside Wanda Maximoff—a journey that has delved deep into the enigmatic realm of her reality-altering powers. As you move forward, the story will unfold, revealing new dimensions of Wanda's abilities and the impact they have on the world around her. Stay tuned for the next chapter, where new revelations await.

#marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #The Witch & Her Possession

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uglypastels · 2 years

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Twitterpated // modern!Eddie Munson x reader

You keep on encountering the same stranger while waiting in line for the Disneyland rides. It's almost too much of a coincidence, in fact. You find each other in the crowds time after time and eventually, as the day progresses, sneaky glances evolve into more.

word count: 6k

no explicit warnings. swearing. mention of alcohol and recreational drugs. mention of public urination. a bunch of children (it's Disney). fluff. animatronic gore. rollercoasters. (Not entirely proofread, I'm too excited).

masterlist // join taglist // inbox. this story is a part of my 7k fic event!

You're walking along minding your own business, you're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of the sudden, you run smack into a pretty face. You begin to get weak in the knees, your head's in a whirl! And then you feel light as feather, and before you know it you're walking on air! And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop! And you completely lose your head!"

- Bambi (1942)

There is such a thing as love at first sight. But it doesn't go much further beyond that. That initial glance is all it takes, and it's all that there is to it. You could look at someone for a second, and your heart would speed up with excitement. Then they would walk away, never to be seen again, leaving your heart to falter slowly back to normal. It is a rush that could happen anywhere. At the airport, in a museum gallery, on a busy street… the waiting line for Space Mountain.

That's where you saw him, and your heart did that happy skip around in your chest. Your cheeks flushed hot when he looked your way, but then the line moved on, and it was your turn for the ride, and the moment passed.

He was never to be seen again, lost in the crowd.

That is what was supposed to happen.

The reality turned out to be vastly different. The sun was beaming down at the crowd of people waiting in line– the children excited for their first experience of going on a rollercoaster; the exhausted parents who try to keep said children at bay (and fail); the drunk bachelorette parties, matching shirts to boot; the drunken parties of friends laughing and having the best of time despite everyone else around.

You were nearly a part of that last category, for your friends, and you had not gotten to that state of drunkenness just yet. Having a long day ahead, you decided to leave the smuggled-in alcohol for later in the afternoon, letting yourself enjoy the magic of the theme park sober for now. And it was more than plenty, as a day with your best friends was never dull.

It had been a trip planned out for months, and everything was going just as you had hoped. The weather was lovely, if not a bit too warm, and the number of people was not too bad, with the rides having all very reasonable waiting times. That is how you ended up standing in line for Space Mountain for a second time that day, because how could you refuse to go when the waiting time was announced as only 15 minutes!?

Your group walked through the empty queue area, skipping past the designating aisle posts because who walks over the entire path when there are no people in sight for another mile? With each step, the excitement of reaching the ride was bubbling up in you once again, never having failed you before, as it just crept up in your stomach as you waited to step into the seat of whatever attraction you were waiting for each time.

All of you were grinning, walking down the steps into the boarding area, telling the cast member just how big your party was to be assigned your seats in the cart and how convenient it was that you were the first passengers to be seated on the next train.

'Would you guys like the front or back seats?' A slightly tired employee asked, but still keeping up their flawless smile for you all.

'Back,' one of your friends answered, 'everyone knows the back goes the fastest.' If that was true or just a placebo, no one was quite certain about it, but being in the front had little effect since the ride was set entirely indoors and in the dark. The employee smiled and sent the six of you to the gates of the furthest cart.

Not much later, the other slots were filled with waiting passengers, and the rollercoaster train grumbled up to the waiting ports. Even if you hadn't been on the ride before, having experienced the shock of being pushed and moved around that speed, you would be able to predict just what you were getting yourself in for by the sight of the people you would be replacing the ride. Rows of people, eyes were blown wide open, hair pushed back wildly. Finally, the safety braces opened and pulled up, releasing everyone to get back onto the steady ground.

You had just been waiting for the kids in your seats to get out, laughing only a little at seeing them struggle to climb out of the deep-set seats, when your friend Rina nudged you.

'Don't look, but that hot guy with the incredible hair I tried to point out to you earlier just stepped out.' So, of course, the first thing you did was look around for this man. Your eye caught the sight of two guys who had stepped out of the seats a bit in front of the ones you were supposed to be taking. One of them, with brown hair, which was indeed to die for, was helping the other to get out of the dark abyss of a pit that was these Space Mountain train carts.

'How do people like that just go about and exist?' she asked you, somewhat rhetorically, as the little gate in front of you opened, and you were allowed to take your seats. Both of you were still looking at the passengers who had left the ride. He was indeed, like your friend had explained, hot. He had his long brown hair wrapped up in a ponytail, which could have been an old attempt at a bun. You hadn't gotten a good look at his face or what he had been wearing, but you saw the vintage T that had become a patch for his denim jacket– sleeveless, revealing the short sleeves of whatever shirt he was wearing underneath and the tattoos that covered his arms. You had almost forgotten to pull the safety brace down and would have certainly left it up if it wasn't for the impatient cast member who pushed it down onto you.

'Oh, I've seen him before,' you smiled, recognising the guy from a few hours ago.

'What? So you had seen him when I told you to look at him?' Rina sighed, her eyes right there with you, possibly objectifying the shit out of some stranger.

'Yeah, apparently, unless you meant some other metalhead?' It was definitely a statement he was making with his look, but you couldn't deny it; he looked good doing it. But perhaps it was not who your friend had meant.

'What are you talking about?' she nearly shouted as the carts started moving into the tunnel. You gave each other weird looks.

'The hot guy you told me to look at– ?' a few more seconds, you would be sent up into space at an impossible speed, where no words would be able to be articulated besides your screams, so the conversation was paused at a short intermission. Still, you were right back at it once it was time for you to climb out of the seats.

Standing on the solid ground felt weird, as your body was still adjusting from the wild ride, and walking out of the building down the small path to the photobooth felt as if you were walking on a waterbed, all wobbly and disorientating.

'So who were you talking about?' you asked Rina, walking side by side, surrounded by the rest of your friend group who had, of course, quickly caught up on the topic of conversation being held.

'The guy in the windbreaker, puffy hair, kinda had that 80's movies prep boy/jock/bully thing going on, but in a cute way,' she explained as you reached the wall of pictures that were taken while you were speeding a million miles an hour down the rails of the rollercoaster. A wave of laughter burst out through all of you, and someone pulled their phone out to take a picture of the screen (ignoring the large "no photos" watermark labelled over it) before moving on to your next destination.

'Oh, the guy that struggled to get out of the cart? No, I thought you meant his friend. The one that pulled him out.'

'With the long hair?' she looked over at you, surprised but understanding. 'I guess he was cute too, yeah– So, wait, where had you seen him before?'

'Right at the entrance,' you reminded her. 'He was the guy that I bumped into.' It was a moment pulled straight out of a rom-com. Blinded by the childish excitement inside you at the sight of the pink castle in the distance as you walked down Main Street, you hadn't realised that the guy was standing right in front of you. Your chest crashed into his side, startling both of you. He had smiled sheepishly, asking if you were alright, to which you could only respond with a nod, too mesmerised by his eyes– big, brown and sweet like–

'That was Bambi Eyes!' Matt shouted out, catching everyone around you (even the families a few feet away) off guard. Rina stared at you in bewilderment. While your Prince Charming had occupied you, she has found her own as well– Mr 80s Prep Jock. What a coincidence that the two of them happened to be friends. Maybe you would have noticed it if you hadn't been too focused on finding the love of your life.

Temporary, of course, as he had disappeared in the crowd as fast as he had shown up. There had been another small exchange of smiles before you were pulled away by your friends, and when you had looked back, poof, just like magic, he was gone.

And that would have been a first clumsy encounter, and a few giggles and jokes amongst friends, just to be quickly disregarded for whatever else came up in the conversations as the day progressed. Hell, you would have probably forgotten all about both men by the end of the day, if it wasn't for the fact that you would see them again.

After lunchtime, your group decided to go on what was undoubtedly the most terrifying ride in the park– Pinnochio's Daring Journey. And the nightmares already started in the line. As it was a ride intended for the younger visitors of the park (even though you could not imagine how the animatronics would not traumatise the living hell out of any 5-year-old), the queueing area was packed full with families and children, all louder than the next one.

'You know, I swear, one time I was here, a kid peed himself in the middle of the line.' Matt said, getting smacked on the back of the head by Joey.

'Why would you say that, now I feel like I can actually smell the piss.' Luckily, you had a bucket of cotton candy to enjoy and share with Rina and Molly. Fingers sticky from the sugary goodness, laughing as your friends argued about more disgusting topics, your eye caught the sight of a black t-shirt that would have made you do a spit take if you had been drinking.

The black fabric made the white letters stand out even more, with the classic Disney font spelling out "Daddy". If it had been a father of 3 crying children and a wife, all wearing matching shirts, you would have cringed, but this shirt belonged to no one else but Bambi Eyes. How you hadn’t noticed it when you bumped into him went beyond you, but it was surprisingly pleasant enough.

He walked into the line with his friends and a few families between you. Another addition to his outfit, you noticed, was the mickey ears sticking out from his wild hair. As he and his friends settled in at the end of the queue, he draped his arm over a girl; her short hair tussled messily. You felt a pull at your chest, which was dumb because you didn't even know the guy. You felt even weirder when that tension released as you saw her push him off of her—clearly, just a platonic relationship.

'You're staring,' Molly whispered to you as the line moved a little bit.

'No, I'm not.' you made it a point to stare deep down into your bucket of cotton candy. 'I was just… observing.'

'You were eating that man alive!' Joey shouted, catching everyone's attention. 'But I do get it, I mean, look at him– oof.' They whistled, peeping a glance over at your mystery man.

'No, no. None of that, Joe.’

‘So you wouldn’t jump his bones if you had the chance?’ They smirked, and you glanced back at the guy for some reason. He was facing away from you, but even through the crowd, you heard him laugh at something one of his friends said. Fuck, why did he have such a nice laugh? You quickly turned back to your own group.

‘I don’t even know him. For all I know, he might be some creep or into some weird cult shit, but I don’t even know why we’re talking about this because it doesn’t matter.’ He was a good-looking stranger in the sea of millions of other good-looking strangers. You just happened to have seen him a few times that day, but that would be it. Soon you would forget about him, and some other person would come along to steal your heart for the day.

The queue moved up again. You handed the cotton candy to Rina, and as you did, you noticed something that made your heart sink to your stomach.

‘Fuck,’ you exclaimed, pissing off some parents around you in the process. ‘Did anyone see my bracelet?’ It was a thin little band with gold accents, secured by a metal clasp which you had to spend a long time on assuring yourself was tight enough so it wouldn’t fall off– and yet, it happened. How long had it been since it fell? Was it somewhere in line here or somewhere else in the park? As did your friends, you started looking around yourself frantically, hoping to find it.

‘Hey, is this yours?’ you looked up from the ground to where the voice came from. A hand stuck out above the heads of people waiting, and in its grasp– your bracelet.

‘Oh my god, yes, thank you!’ you jumped up and pushed your way through the families to him. Because, as your luck would have it, it was Bambi Eyes who had found your bracelet and handed it to you. ‘Thanks,’ you said again, this time much softer, bashful.

‘Yeah, no problem,’ he said. You tried to take all of him in as you were finally in his vicinity, noticing the small details about him. The large rings on his fingers, the pins of all the bands your parents made you listen to on long car journeys– but one pin stood out, as it wasn’t Judas Priest or W.A.S.P., but it was a glittery Haunted Mansion pin, right over his chest pocket. ‘You know, maybe this isn’t the most convincing thing to say, but I promise I’m not a creep or into any weird cult stuff.’

His wink sent you spinning faster than the Mad Hatter’s Tea Cups, and you felt yourself wanting to burst out in laughter and tears.

‘Oh my god, I can’t believe you heard that– I’m so sorry.’ Your fight or flight senses kicked in from the embarrassment. As words failed you to say anything else quippy or flirty, you just turned around and quickly pushed your way back through the queue to your friends, who were all staring at you… before eventually laughing in your face.

You had hoped dearly that that was where the embarrassment had ended for the day. The knowledge of a stranger having heard your friends talking about you potentially wanting to hook up with him in Disneyland was mortifying. But then the Pirates of the Caribbean line turned out to only be 10 minutes… and how could you say no to that? Otherwise, you would all have been on your way to the parade, but no, this was much more important, and you were making your way through the dark tunnels that the line area consisted of. As the fake Caribbean climate caught up to you, the smell of the chlorine getting stronger and stronger, the movie soundtrack music (or had it been here before the movies already?) playing through the invisible speakers somewhere above you. None of you could help but sing along to the melody, obnoxiously and off-key, as it should be done when with your best friends.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for-

‘Is that Bambi Eyes?’ Matt said, making all of you stop singing and look around for the not-so-unfamiliar stranger. ‘Ah it is!’ It was undeniably his messy ponytail and mickey ears sticking out above the crowd in the dark corridor. He wasn’t looking in your direction, and yet you tried your best to hide behind Rina and Molly the entire time until you reached the “dock” of the ride.

It was, like estimated, a short waiting time for the ride, and it was only sped up by the fact that eventually, the line splits into two, so two boats can be filled up with passengers simultaneously. To your horror, somehow, more people had decided to enter the left queue, while your friend group had joined the right one. This left only one family between you and Bambi Eyes and his friends. He was talking to one of them when he saw you. His grin immediately widened.

You didn’t know how many people were in front of you and if everyone would fit into the boat, but unfortunately, they did. And you found yourself sitting right behind dear Bambi Eyes. Just as long as he kept looking ahead of you–

‘Still got your bracelet?’ he said, turning around to face you seconds before the boat started moving. You stared blankly at him.

‘Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I do. Just put it in my bag for now.’

‘Good.’ That was the only thing he said before turning back around, nudging one of his friends who leaned in to whisper something.

Usually, you couldn’t stand it when people talked too loudly throughout the rides, but when he started calling out the animal animatronics, it was too cute not to laugh with it.

‘Dog!’ He pointed out as the boat made its way through the scenery. ‘Donkey!’

‘You missed the chickens,’ you said, more to yourself, but he heard you. You could tell by how he tensed up for a moment.

‘Heard that, Harrington, I missed the chickens. We’ll have to go again.’ He said as he stepped out of the boat by the end of the ride. This Harrington– Rina's 80s Prep Jock Boy Wet Dream— had been sitting in the row in front of him and just rolled his eyes.

His eyes lingered over you as the corners of his mouth pulled into a simple smile. When your eyes met, he dared to wink playfully, but through his flirtatious playfulness, he had forgotten entirely about the fact that he was standing in the middle of the exit, holding the stream of people up. His friend patted him on the shoulder, "C'mon, Munson, let's get a move on."

Munson. It must be his last name; it suited him, but you couldn’t lie; Bambi Eyes would stay your preferred nickname for him. You watched him follow his friends out of the ride's building, right to one of the gift shops. It had been your goal to ignore him while you looked around at all the merch together with Molly and Joey, but it was hard to focus when this guy, a stranger and yet not, was goofing around with a plastic sword. You must have been staring, for he caught on, winking at you as he put the toy back in its place.

That surely must have been it, you thought, dragging yourself out of the store before you lost all self-control and spent all your money on useless knickknacks. There was no way you would run into him again. How many times could it happen before it started to get weird, or had it reached that point already? Or maybe it was some trick the universe was playing on you? Pulling you and “Bambi Eyes” Munson together on repeat.

Even with that thought going through you, you were still surprised as you were hiking up the short walk to Big Thunder Mountain. The sun was starting to set, illuminating the large manufactured mountain of Frontierland in a golden glow, which felt like a perfect ambience for it, especially with the western music following you around. Although your feet had already started to hurt hours ago, the day was far from finished, and the energy in your little group had not staggered or descended.

‘Ah, look who it is!’ Rina said, nearly jumping up and down in excitement as you were still trying to reach the end of the line. You turned around, and your eyes almost popped out of your head. It wasn’t possible.

There they were again. The group of people that had somehow become an integral part of your trip and at the head of their parade: Munson.

‘We saw you guys go in and thought, this is too good to miss out on.’ He walked straight up to you. ‘And I thought it was finally time for a proper introduction– I’m Eddie.’ Before introducing yourself, he extended his hand to you, which you took happily, but also shyly. His grip on your hand was solid, but still gentle. You would have never stopped holding it if it hadn’t been entirely and extremely weird to do so.

‘Nice to meet you,’ Eddie– it felt strange knowing his full name now, Eddie Munson– but anyway, Eddie cleared his throat, taking a step back. What followed was an awkward introduction round of your and his friends, polite hand waves and a call round of names until all 12 of you decided to get a move on and finally attach to the end of the long line waiting on top of the small hill. The train of the rollercoaster roared by as it halted around the corner.

‘So, how’s your day been?’ Eddie asked, leaning over on the railing separating the waiting lines.

‘Oh it’s been great, but I have kept seeing this one annoying guy– so weird, I swear it’s like he was stalking me or something.’ As soon as you said it, you got scared, hoping he would understand you were joking and that he would appreciate it. Fortunately, you didn’t have to suffer too long, because Eddie immediately started laughing his amazing laugh.

‘Yeah I know what you mean, I’ve felt like someone’s been looking at me ever since I got here… lucky my stalker’s cute tho.’

‘Mine isn’t too bad either,’ you admitted, too shy to be able to look at him, instead opting for the decorations around you– it really almost felt like you were put in a 200-year-old gold mine. The queue moved up a few paces.

‘That’s good to hear.’ He said, following you. Both your groups had kind of merged together as you saw your friends talk to his– and, to no one’s surprise probably, Rina had scooped up this Harrington guy to talk to, flirting with him with no shame.

‘So where are you guys from?’ you asked out of curiosity, hoping it wouldn’t sound too creepy—more in the ice-breaking category than the boundary-breaking.

‘Indiana. We’ve come to visit Jonnie Boy and Argyle, they live not far from here.’ He pointed with his chin at two of his friends, who he had introduced a moment ago to you. You looked at the two guys, who must not be much into rollercoasters as you had not seen them with the rest of their group every time before… or maybe they had occupied themselves in different ways. ‘Yeah,’ Eddie chuckled, ‘I’m pretty sure they had gone on It’s a Small World at least five times after smoking a blunt after breakfast.’

‘That’s what they were humming, thank you,’ you grabbed onto his arm, laughing, finally recognising the melody that Argyle was singing to himself while in conversation with your friend Joey. Realising what you were doing, you quickly let go of Eddie. ‘Sorry.’

‘It’s all good,’ he smiled. The line moved up a bit again.

‘So, weed, huh… I’m not sure Mickey would approve,’ you said once the line stopped again. By this point, you have no idea how dozens of people had joined the line behind you. You never knew how it happened or where those people came from… the line grew and grew.

‘Oh you haven’t lived if you’re scared of what an old rat will think.’

‘No, I’m actually jealous I didn’t think of that. All we got was some cheap vodka that Matt hussled inside in his underwear.’

‘Well, that’s disgusting, but commendable.’ Eddie winced at the idea of underwear vodka, and you had to agree. It wasn’t the finest of plans.

The wait was slow, and in the building that had you nearly packed like cattle together with hundreds of other people, it wasn’t the most pleasant of waiting times, but your company made up for all of it. You had your great friends, and now the new addition of Eddie and his group, the time passed by much faster. The 45 minutes only felt like… 30, max. Bit by bit, you moved along to the end, where your two groups divided back into their original formats to get into the carts. Even though you were separated from Eddie by a few seats, you still heard him shout out “Donkey!” when you drove by the animatronic at high speed.

When you got out, the ground was still shaking underneath you. Molly followed you out of the cart, and you were giggling all the way down to the photo booth, where the picture was worth an illegal photo but not the amount of money they asked for. You laughed at your own wild expression, and of course, at your friends, and then you glanced over to the screen next to it to see your new acquaintances. Eddie was sitting in the top left seat, tongue out with purposefully wild eyes, and hand up in that Rock sign of the horns gesture.

‘Like what you see?’

You jumped up at the close proximity of where Eddie’s voice came from. Then, turning around, it was confirmed that he was only a few inches away from you, his face practically leaning on your shoulder.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.’

‘Why do I feel like that’s not entirely true,’ you glared at him playfully.

‘That might be true.’ He shrugged, then spoke up to the rest of your group, ‘we were going to the Haunted Mansion next, wondered if you guys would like to join.’

‘Absolutely!’ Molly chimed in, speaking for all of you, but luckily you had all been thinking the same. It was so strange how quickly you could make friends without even really trying because, by the time you all arrived at the bottom of the hill on which the old-looking house stood, it felt like everyone had been best pals for years. The chatter came naturally and fluently to everyone, and there was so much gleeful laughter. The personalities and hobbies fit together well; it was a little miracle.

‘This your favurite ride?’ you asked Eddie as you walked past the old fountain, the bottom of it filled with pennies and other foreign coins.

‘I know I’m not the hardest to read, but what gave that away?’

You simply pointed at his pin, which was the shape of the house you were about to enter.

‘Ah, right.’ he just laughed, ‘you got me there, I suppose.’

‘I like all the other pins as well, by the way,’ you told him, taking another glance at them, ‘although, I’ll have to admit, I’m not sure I know that one.’ you pointed at one of the pins, which was primarily white except for the black letters that had a messy, almost marker scratching kind of font which had “Corroded Coffin” written out on it.

‘Ah yeah, well, they’re not that known, so I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of them,’ if any other guy would have said that, you would have gotten a solid urge to punch them in the face, but the way Eddie spoke made you think there was a bit more to it, you fought the urge a little and gave him a chance. ‘But before you check them out, just know, the lead guitarist is a bit of a dickhead.’

‘Oh?’ you were intrigued, ‘how so?’

‘Yeah, I mean, he’s been seeing this really cute girl all over Disneyland the entire day and still didn’t ask her for her number. Big loser, if you ask me.’

He left you speechless for a moment, and the heat was creeping up your cheeks again, which he apparently took great pride in and enjoyed. And, like a dummy, when you found your words again, all you could manage to say was: ‘you’re in a band?’ and it was a question covered up in a spark of zest.

‘Yeah, yeah.’ He crossed his arms lightly, ‘we’ve recorded a few songs, and been playing in this shitty little bar on the outskirts of town, for an audience of about… five drunks.’

‘Hey, now, last time there were at least seven.’

‘Thank you, Steve,’ Eddie sighed, bemused, then turned back to you, ‘Sorry. Seven drunks.’

‘Sounds like quite the party.’ You tried to play it cool, not letting Eddie know that all your mind was filled with were thoughts of what he looked like on stage playing the guitar. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter…

Entering the Haunted Mansion was done in large groups, sorted by a cast member at the door, who counted the people, almost randomly, it seemed, until they held up their hand in front of someone and then would close the doors, locking in everybody inside in total darkness.

Then a second door opened, letting you inside a hexagonal room with tall walls, atop which hung four paintings. A voice above you spoke:

Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your ghost host. Kindly step all the way in, please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now. Our tour begins here in this gallery, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appear in their corruptible, mortal state.

The floor beneath you started slowly sinking as the elevator mechanics did their job, leading you down into the basement where the ride actually started. As the floor sank, the paintings elongated, showcasing the full images– the simple and normal-looking portraits turned out to be horror (to a Disney extent) scenes, of people nearing their deaths. A man revealed to be standing atop of a pile of dynamite; a lady balancing on a tightrope above an alligator, gaping jaw right below her; a man sitting on the shoulders of a man seated on top of a third man who was sinking in quicksand; a woman atop a gravestone, under which a man’s stone bust was revealed– a hatchet embedded in its head. It would all seem terrifying if it wasn’t for the somewhat comedic painting style the artist had chosen for the scenes. It felt too cartoony to be evoking nightmares (unlike that damn Pinocchio ride).

The creepy voice continued:

And consider this dismaying observation: this chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out! (Laughs.) Of course, there’s always my way.

Suddenly, the lights went out, and thunder clapped above you, revealing a corpse dangling above you in the ceiling (all fake, obviously). You had known it would be coming, and yet still, it took you by surprise. Thankfully, you weren’t the only one in the room to have screamed, but you did do something else very embarrassing. You had reached out to who you thought was Rina or Molly, maybe even Matt… but no, the arm you had grabbed on tightly to was Eddie. And you had only realised this once the lights turned on and the invisible door opened up. You saw how the arm you held was covered in tattoos unknown to you, and following it up to the shoulders, you saw the denim vest and the long hair up in the messy ponytail and his Bambi eyes…

‘Sorry,’ you pulled your hand away. ‘I uh-’ you had nothing to say for yourself. That had been pathetic. But the people were moving so slow out of the room that you had no way to escape it.

‘Don’t worry about it. I really didn’t mind it.’ he spoke so genuinely, it made your heart melt. But then one of his friends, Nancy, you think her name was, if you remember correctly, pulled him to her side, trying to make sure all of their group was together, as it could be quite easy to get lost in the dim light. Unfortunately, Rina did the same to you, and so you didn’t see the others until the end of the ride when you were blinded by the setting sun as you left the darkness of the Haunted Mansion.

At first, you were scared that he had disappeared again, and you were scared that that would be it. The day was coming closer and closer to an end, and you could not be sure how long this magic that was put on the two of you would last. That could have easily been the last time you would see him, and you had messed it up so terribly…

But no! Fortunately, they were all still outside the Mansion, chatting, maybe planning on what to do next.

‘Eddie!’ you shouted, immediately regretting it as everyone’s eyes were on you as you made your way down to them.

‘Hey, uhm…hi.’

‘Hi,’ he said back, a bit confused, clearly.

‘I uhh– I don’t want that guitarist to be a total dickhead.’ Would he know where you were going with this? You really hoped so. ‘So, if you still want it, I’d like to give you my number.’

His whole face lit up in enthusiasm at your suggestion. A bit clumsily, he pulled out his phone, the screen barely usable under all the cracks, but he still managed to pull up the contact page. ‘Here,’ he said, the word almost hidden under his giant grin. He handed you the phone for you to type in your name and number. You gave him back the phone and watched as he typed, just for you to feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket a few seconds later. From his eager look, you assumed it would be his text, and indeed– when you checked it, there was a message from an unknown number.

Never before had a two-letter text made you smile that much, and you controlled your giddiness as you saved Eddie’s number, also knowing that he was looking at you intently, taking in every move you made, ready to tease you for something that was most definitely tease-worthy.

You also sent him a text back.

As much as you would have wanted just to stay there and chat with him longer, you were both holding up your respective friend groups in limbo and standing in the middle of the path where people were trying to get through. It was all quite unfavourable.

‘I guess I’ll see you around, Princess,’ he said, walking backwards, already pocketing his phone back into his jeans.

‘Uhm, yeah, I guess you will.’ After so many times it having already happened, you couldn’t imagine this being the last time you saw Eddie Munson. Well, now, with you having each other’s numbers, that was entirely out of the question. Because even though you would not see him for the rest of the evening and night, your phone kept buzzing with text messages, which you were more than happy to respond to, as fast as possible… much to your friends’ annoyance.

But they couldn’t blame you. This was Disneyland, for fucks sake, the place where fairytales come true.

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