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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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Hi I’m kinda shy about this one. So the reader has been traveling with dead city cowboy Negan for awhile and she’s liked him for a long time but she’s a virgin and she wants him to take it.

Don't be shy bb, I am a slutttt for dead city Negan. Basically, think of this as if you were in Ginny's shoes, but you're 18.

Our Little Cabin

Dead City!Negan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, virgin reader, vaginal sex, fingering, family death (reader's mom), reader seduces the hell out of negan, extreme age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 50ish), masturbating (both), masturbating in front of Negan while he refuses to touch you, daddy-kink, breeding kink, cuddling, pure filth

A/n: If you like slow burn, sexual tension and a "hard to get" daddy Negan, this one is for you. I promise one day I'll finally write a fic without daddy-kink, but today is not that day.

"Can we go home now, Negan? My legs hurt." I complain, dragging my feet lazily through the leaves.

He stops and sighs, resting his hands on his hips. I stop too and stare at him. That damn cowboy hat.. I swear he wears it just to tease me.. and it's working.

"Yeah, doll. Sun'll be going down soon anyway."

"Ugh thank god." My head falls back dramatically and he chuckles as we start our way back.

Negan took me under his wing a few months ago when some assholes attacked Oceanside, killing my family and everyone I know. I was lucky - if you wanna call it that - enough to escape. I ran into Negan in the woods and it's just been me and him ever since. I'm thankful for him, considering I never had a dad or father figure growing up. My mom was my best friend.. and now she's gone. But at least I have him.

I've grown attached to Negan over the recent months.. But something feels.. different lately. I'm not sure what suddenly changed over the last few weeks, but I've caught myself imagining things about him that I shouldn't. Even touching myself to the thought of him. I feel so guilty afterwards, but I can't stop. I've never been with anyone.. never kissed anyone.. never touched anyone. And my body is screaming at me for it. I can't even look at him anymore without imagining what he looks like under his clothes.

"Why're you so quiet, kid?" He glances at me as we walk.

Ugh, I hate it when he calls me kid.

I shrug. "Just thinkin'."

"About?"

"Doesn't matter." And I've convinced myself it doesn't. I'll never be with someone romantically, because for one.. it's the apocalypse. It's not like I have a school full of hot boys lined up ready to ask me to prom. Not that I'd give them a chance anyway. I'd probably be more into the teachers. And second, the man I want would never think of me that way.

"That's not true."

"You don't even know what I'm thinking, so how can you say that?"

"Anything you think about - worry about - matters to me, y/n. So, spill."

We finally make it back to our little cabin. We've been staying in it for awhile, stocking it with food and supplies. No one has found us yet.. It's kinda nice. But I won't get used to it. Because nothing good lasts forever.

I throw myself on the couch dramatically, as if our walk that we've done a hundred times now could've killed me.

"I don't know... I just, I feel like most kids - people - my age have already experienced more in life that I have."

"Like?"

"Sex." I blurt before I can stop myself. I look to Negan to see his reaction, but he's surprisingly not that alarmed. His eyebrows are raised as he studies me, probably more shocked that I actually had the balls to say that in front of him.

"Listen, I don't really feel comfortable doing the whole birds and bees talk with you."

My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and I nod disappointedly.

"Sorry, it's just.. I - no one's really talked to me about it before. My mom said she would when I was ready.. but then she.. she.." I fight back the tears. I hate crying. You can't come across weak in the times we live in and I've been forced to be strong my entire life.

He looks at me finally and sighs, holding his arm out for me to come snuggle next to him. It's not the first time he's held me as I've cried over my mom. Won't be the last.

I bury my head in his chest, sniffling, as his hand rubs my back.

"Alright, kid. What do you wanna know?" He gives in, feeling sorry for me.

"Well, I know how it works, but I guess I just wanna know what it feels like." I feel him tense underneath me as he adjusts himself awkwardly.

"No boyfriends at Oceanside?"

"There were boys.. but none that I was interested in."

"You'll find someone when the time is right. You're still young."

"Well you don't have anyone, and you're.. not young."

"Jeez, kid. Thanks." He chuckles. "I did have someone. A few someone's actually. Lost them all to this cruel world." He admits and my heart hurts for him.

"Well, you have me now." I get more comfortable, laying my head in his lap and looking up at him. He shifts uncomfortably but eventually relaxes and even strokes my hair lightly.

"Yeah, I do. And nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe with me, doll." Butterflies swirl around in stomach, but I know he doesn't mean that in the way I wish he did. He sees me as a kid.. hell, as his kid. For a moment my heart sinks from jealously at the "someones" he mentioned. Lucky bitches.

"...Negan.. does it.. feel good?" I blush a little.

"Sex? .....Yeah, doll. It fucking feels good."

"Will you.. show me?" I stare up at him innocently and his hand abruptly stops stroking my hair.

He bends over, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Time for bed, darlin'." He pushes me gently up and off his lap before standing and heading to his room. The cabin is small but we each have our own rooms. His is the smaller one, right across from mine. He wanted me to have the bigger one.

I sit on the couch, feeling defeated and stupid. What was I thinking. I relax on the couch for a little longer, choosing to read a book to take my mind off what just happened. After an hour of barely keeping my eyes open, I close the book and head down the hall towards my room. I stop in front of Negan's door, peaking through the crack. He always leaves his door a few inches open just so he can hear if anything happens. My eyes widen when I notice the sheets are barely covering the lower half of his legs, revealing the rest of his body. His tan torso is exposed, showing his peppery chest hair, and his black boxers are low on his waist. I restrain myself from not jumping him right then.

I eventually make my way back to my room and change out of my clothes, throwing on some shorts and a tank top to sleep in. I can't get the image of Negan's body out of my head and find my hand slowly making its way towards my aching center once I'm finally in bed. I close my eyes, imaging Negan between my legs as I touch myself. I don't bother suppressing my moans, confident that Negan is fully asleep. "Mmm, Negan!" The sound of his name rolling off my tongue as I'm pleasuring myself brings me closer to the edge.

"Oh, Negan. Right there!" My door suddenly swings open and I snap my eyes open to see a worried Negan standing in my doorway.. still in his boxers. My hand flies out of my shorts and I throw the sheets over me.

"Oh my god, can you knock?!"

"I - you yelled for me." He says flustered. I notice the way his face reddens when he realizes what I was doing.

I gently pull the covers off me again and spread my legs a little.

"What are you doing, y/n?" He stands in front of me at the doorway, refusing to look at anything other than my eyes. That's okay.. I bet I can make him look at me down there. I like the challenge.

"What's it look like?" My bite the tip of my finger seductively at him before sliding my shorts to the side, completely revealing my pussy to him.

He glances down with a serious look across his face, like he can't believe I'm doing this. And neither can I. This is so unlike me, but I'm so desperate for him I don't even know how to control myself anymore.

The fact that he's still watching encourages me to continue. I use one hand to pull my shorts to the side and the other to slowly slide a finger through my wet slit. "I just wanna know what it feels like, daddy."

I study him closely, noticing the way his jaw ticks at the nickname. My eyes travel lower and I see his bulge through his boxers. It looks so big, but I'd be determined to make it fit no matter what.

My finger dips inside of me and I arch my back a little and moan, putting on a show for him. He stands with his back against the wall, refusing to move.

I start rubbing my clit slowly and get frustrated when he still isn't reacting. "Negan, please touch me."

He rubs a hand down his face with frustration. "Goddamn it, y/n."

"I just.. I need you. Please." I cringe at my desperate attempt to have him touch me. I need this man so bad it's embarrassing.

"I can't, baby."

"But you like watching me, don't you?"

I take it as a yes when he doesn't say anything and that's all I need before pushing myself over the edge. "Negan!" I cry out as my orgasm rushes through me. Even in the dark, I can see the lust burning through his eyes.

"Go to bed, y/n." He demands but I'm unable to read his tone. Is he mad, proud, annoyed?

I fall asleep at the thought of him giving in and touching me. Maybe if I think hard enough, I'll manifest it.. I heard that shit really works.

Negan's POV:

That girl is gonna be the fucking death of me.

She's been so flirty with me lately and I've been trying to ignore it. But fuck if she's not making it hard. Literally.. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now.

I refuse to touch my dick while thinking about her. She's thirty-fucking-three years younger than me for fuck's sake.

She's confused. She doesn't want me, and she damn sure isn't getting me. Apocalypse or not, it's still fucking wrong.

I drag a hand down my face and sigh. I shouldn't have watched her, but I couldn't look away. She flashed her fucking pussy right in my face and I just stood there.. watching her. Fuck me.

My dick is throbbing and I know I won't be able to sleep until I get some relief. "Fuck it."

I pull myself out of my boxers and immediately start stroking my dick. I think about anything but.. her. Fuck.. y/n. That pretty little wet pussy dripping right in front of me. The way she said my name when she came.

"Ahh, fuuuck. Y/n, fuck." I cum hard and fast and immediately regret it afterwards. Fuck is wrong with me.

I can't - and I won't let myself think about her like that again.

Y/n's POV:

I wake up before Negan and decide to read my book some more in the living room. It's a romance novel that I found one day in an abandoned car. I've read it four times already, but it seems to be the only romance I'll ever get in life, so why the fuck not.

"Morning, sunshine." Negan says sleepily as he walks towards the kitchen next to the living room. He grabs a handful of berries we picked yesterday and tosses them in his mouth before making me a cup full and putting them down next to me.

"Morning. Thanks." I say without looking at him.

He sits on the couch next to me. "You wanna talk about last night?"

My cheeks redden. "Nope."

"Okay, then I will." Great, here comes the lecture. "Y/n, I shouldn't have watched you. We both know that. But, I think you're just confused. It's just been the two of us for months now and you're all young and.. fucking horny and shit. But, us? It can't happen."

I stay silent, pretending to read my book.

"Seriously? The silent treatment? You sure did have a lot to say last night."

I remain stubbornly quiet, popping a handful of berries in my mouth.

"Y/n, I don't understand why you're upset right now. Talk to me."

"I'm not upset." I snap. "I'm embarrassed.. humiliated. I was stupid to think you'd ever be into me."

He sighs and I see his head drop out of the corner of my eye. "Darlin', if I was your age, I'd be all fucking over you. Trust me. Please don't be embarrassed, okay? You are hot as shit and any man your age would be lucky to have you. We can forget it happened if that's what you want." He holds his arm out again, and like always, I snuggle into him.

"I don't want to forget." My hand rests against his white t-shirt and I want so badly to slide underneath it and run my fingers through is tummy hair.

A moment of silence goes by before he finally whispers. "Me neither, doll."

I look up at him, my face dangerously close to his. "I love you, Negan."

His hand reaches up to caress my face as if he's scared to hurt me. "I love you too, baby... Just not like that."

He wipes the tear that falls from my cheek and my heart shatters in my chest.

One month later...

My feelings for Negan haven't faded; I'm just better at not showing them. We've been more touchier than usual... cuddling on the couch, holding hands when we walk, but nothing "inappropriate." We also haven't mentioned that night. It's like it never happened, which still hurts when I think about it.

I get done bathing myself off after dinner and slip into my usual sleepwear before crashing to the bed and pulling my book from the nightstand. I could quote every line in it by now.

I start to drift off right before a loud boom hits right outside my window, following a bright flash of lightning. I try to fall asleep, but every time I doze off, another loud boom jolts me awake. I toss and turn for an hour before deciding to do something I know I shouldn't.

I crack Negan's door open slowly, trying not to wake him and gently slip into bed next to him. I also may or may not have taken my sleep shorts off, leaving me in just my pink panties and black tank top. I ease underneath the covers and lay facing him. He's usually a light sleeper, so between the thunder and me sneaking into his bed, I'm surprised he's not awake.

I'm completely still for a good ten minutes, making sure he's still sound asleep before I make any movements. When he lets out a little snore, I slowly slide the blanket down off of him. I imagine myself reaching over and running my fingers through his thick chest hair. I keep sliding the covers down further and further, careful not to wake him, until I get to just below the waistband of his boxers. My eyes trail from the deep v in his abdomen to the black hairs peaking above his underwear and I let myself imagine what it would be like to touch him right now.. to slide my hand down his boxers and feel him. I've wondered how big he is for so long.. trying to steal glimpses of him through his pants when he walks, or catch him with the covers down while he's sleeping.

I decide to pull the covers slightly further down and my mouth gapes open at the sight. He's hard.. so hard that I can see the outline of him through his boxers as it threatens to poke through his underwear. My mouth waters at his size and I know if he ever put it in me, it would definitely hurt like hell.

After I've stared at it long enough to feel like a total creep, my eyes travel back up his body and I almost yelp when I see his head is slightly turned and his eyes are watching me curiously, as if he's been waiting for me to make a move.

"I - uh.. The thunder.. I got scared." I explain.

"Nice try, kid. Go back to bed."

"Negan, please. Just let me sleep here. Nothing weird, I just.. don't wanna be alone."

He sighs and that alone tells me he's going to let me. I hide my excitement as I turn over, facing away from him and snuggling into the covers. They smell like him.. musk and leather.. and the scent makes me practically feral. He's still on his back, but my ass is barely touching his side. It's hardly anything, and it's not like we haven't cuddled before, but the thought of my ass so close to him sets my insides on fire.

Another lightning strike hits outside his window this time and I flinch a little, not purposely meaning for my ass to press into him even more. He doesn't react and I wonder if he's already asleep.

"Negan...?" I say softly.

"Hm?"

"Will you hold me?"

"Y/n, you are seriously pushing it. Go to sleep."

a few minutes go by before another boom echoes in the distance and I jump a little again.

He sighs heavily and turns over, draping his arm over my waist and pressing his body firmly against mine. His dick is pressed against my ass, but it's not as hard anymore... and that hurts a little.

"Go to fucking sleep."

I hold his hand tightly against my lower stomach and embrace this moment with him. I want him so bad that I can literally feel my vagina throbbing. If it could speak, it would be meowing like a cat in heat right now. I close my eyes and imagine him sliding in me from behind. I get a little too lost in the thought and accidentally arch a little, grinding my ass further into him. I feel him grow to full length against me and the feeling is enough for me to squeeze my legs together, desperate for some pressure down there.

"Where the fuck are your shorts?" He says in a deep and sleepy voice.

I giggle as he breathes heavily into my neck before whispering again.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you, baby?"

"Touch me?"

"I'm already touching you, y/n. My fucking dick is basically between your ass cheeks."

"Not yet.. my panties are in the way." I slip my panties off my legs smoothly and discard them on the floor.

"Y/n." He warns but before he can tell me no, I'm bare from the waist down and pressing my ass back against him.

"Trying to give this old man a heart attack?" He chuckles deeply.

"I can try harder than that if you want me to." I tease.

"Fuck, baby. Go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret."

"Like what?"

"...Like pound that pussy so fucking good you'll never think about another man's cock but mine."

"If you love me, wouldn't you want to be the one to give that to me for the first time? Wouldn't you rather it be you than some asshole who doesn't care about me."

He doesn't answer, so I keep pressing him. I place my hand back on top of his resting against my stomach and slowly slide it lower towards my aching center.

"Don't start something you can't finish, darlin'."

"Oh, I'm very determined to finish." I spread my legs apart slightly to guide his hand over my wet center. His middle finger easily slides between my slippery folds and we both moan at the feeling.

"Goddamn. Fucking dripping for daddy. He growls in my ear before leaning up a little and pressing his lips to my neck from behind. I move my hand from his, letting him take control - finally.

His finger moves back and forth between my wet slit, gliding over my clit every few seconds and making me moan each time. His other hand slips under me and up to my neck, gently squeezing my throat.

"This what you wanted, baby?" He breathes in my ear and chills spread over every inch of my skin.

I nod quickly as I feel my orgasm build from just his light touch. He hasn't even put a finger in me and I'm already on the verge of tears.

As soon as his finger rubs tiny circles over my clit, I lose it.. moaning out for him.

"Thaaat's it, cum for daddy, babygirl."

"Negan!" I scream out as his hand goes from my neck to my mouth, muffling the sound.

"Don't need the dead hearing us, doll."

He kisses my neck once I've soaked his fingers and then brings them to his mouth.

"Mmm, fuck, this pussy tastes so good I might have to eat it everyday."

I turn around in his arms to face him. My hand goes up to hold his face and my fingers play with his gray hair. He kisses my forehead before meeting my gaze.

"This is so wrong, baby." He strokes my cheek gently.

"Can't be wrong if it feels this good."

He tilts my chin up to press his lips against mine. It's so much better than I ever imagined. He knows exactly what he's doing, and even though I've never kissed anyone, he takes the lead and I'm thankful for it. I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss, his hand gripping the back of my neck now. The feeling of is tongue in my mouth makes me clench my legs again, and I think he notices because his hand on my neck travels lower until it reaches the back of my thigh. He lifts my leg over his and his hand slides to my ass, squeezing lightly before his long fingers tease my entrance from behind.

His dick is pressed into me painfully and I can't wait any longer. I need to touch him. Feel him inside me.

I reach my hand inside his boxers and pull out his big, hard cock. I try looking at it under the covers between us.

"You've never seen a dick before, doll?"

I shake my head no and admire him. It's so perfect.

He closes his eyes as I stroke it. "Fuck. So innocent, baby."

He kisses my neck while I pull on him even more. "You sure you want this, baby?"

I nod. "Yes, please. I've been wanting this for so long, Negan."

He lines himself up at my opening, my leg still draped over his so that he's in between my legs.

"Once we do this, you're mine darlin'."

"I'm already yours."

That's all he needs to hear to finally push the tip past my opening. I've never had anything inside of me other than a finger, and the feeling of his thick head pushing through me and stretching my walls has my mouth falling open.

"Tell me to stop, baby."

"No, keep going. Please." I beg.

He slides deeper and deeper until he's buried inside me completely. He stays still, letting me adjust. and kisses me through the pain. A pain that feels so good. I kiss him back hard, scratching his back while grinding my waist pathetically against him repeatedly. I moan in his ear and give him the go ahead to start moving. He fucks me deep and slow at first, letting me get used to him.

"So fucking tight baby."

He growls in my ear and vibration of his deep voice sends chills through me again until my pussy flutters around him.

"Holy fuck, doll. Do that again."

I squeeze my cunt around him again and he lets out the hottest moan I've ever heard. Not that I've heard a man moan before, but I just know that his are the hottest.

"I won't last if you keep doing that, baby." He warns and the thought of him shooting his load inside me has my head spinning.

After a few more thrusts that have my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I feel myself reaching my orgasm again and hold him against me so I can grind against him and ride it out.

"Negan, Negan, oh my god.” I breathe out as I push myself so hard against him that my clit rubs against his pubic bone creating the friction I need to send me over the edge.

"Goddamn." He thrusts into me faster and harder. "Gonna make me fucking cum already, baby." He tries to pull out but you tighten your leg around him so he can't pull away.

"Cum in me, Negan. Please." I cry desperately. "I love you. I want all of you."

He kisses me hard before his hips come to a halt. He practically yells out when he shoots his load deep inside me. "Ah, fuck! Babyyy."

The sound of Negan cumming is even hotter than his moaning from earlier - I didn't think it could get any better but holy shit. We're both a tangled, sweaty mess while our hearts beat out of our chest.

We eventually fall asleep with our lips still touching and his softening dick still inside me.

I don't even worry about the possibility of what could happen in the future.. I know I'm safe with Negan.. Here in our little cabin. He gently strokes my hair as we drift back off to sleep.

BOOM. The thunder crashes outside again, but this time I don't even flinch.

"You're not scared of thunder, are you, doll?"

I smile against his chest. "...No."

The End.

Brb, going to take an ice bath.

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katsumiiii · 11 months

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hobie brown x gn! reader

um hobie definitely would love for his s/o to paint his nails. like I don’t think he would go out of his way to beg for you to do so, but if you offered he would def be like “sure, don’t see why not.” even let’s you pick out wtv color you want, like it doesn’t have to be black, it could be a cutesy yellow or blue (I feel like he’s secure within himself enough to not be one of those men that would fuss about it yk?? like he’s in touch with his feminine and honestly couldn’t give a shit what smb else would have to say abt it).

like let’s say you just got some new polish from the beauty supply store, a cute vibrant blue and a mute sage greenish, and ever since you purchased them you’d been thinking about painting hobie’s nails. you’d come up with this whole plan about how to ask, and even thought about begging a bit if he refused, maybe a cute little pout to guilt him into it, but to your surprise he didn’t even put up a fight ??? just told you to get out whatever color you wanted and start painting.

“hobieeeeee!” you drawled on, crawling on the mattress below you, wiggling your hips once you reached hobie’s lap. peaking out from behind his phone, he raised an eyebrow in curiosity, allowing you to take his fingers and pry them from his device.

“yeah? wha’ you what?” he quirked his head to the side, eyes trailing the slight lift of your shirt, revealing the dangling belly piercing he gave you about 3 weeks ago.

“I was wonderinggg if you would let me..” you inched closer to his face, pouting your bottom lip.

“get on wit’ it love, don’t got all day.” hobie watched as you inspected his cuticles, growing impatient at your stalling (and partially because he wanted a kiss, but you were too busy ogling at his fingertips to notice).

“can I please paint your nails?” you asked, playfully batting your eyelashes.

“eh? that’s all you wanted?” hobie rolled his eyes, shifting his hips to scooch you closer to his abdomen, “wha’ color are you thinkin’?”

“wait really? all I had to do was ask..?”

“yeah? I don’t care bout none of that stuff, long as you like the color.” he trailed circles on your palm, gaze lingering at your glossy lips, licking his own at the sight.

you squealed in delight, intertwining your fingers with his own, “so I was thinking this cute navy blue I got! I don’t think sage would suit you as well, but I kind of want to match too because that would be so cute!!” you droned, listing out the possibilities.

“mhm.” hobie hummed.

“but maybe…because I have this dark red in my nail cabinet that I think would look good! just screams you.” you continued.

“mhm.” hobie tightened his grip on your hips.

“bee? you listening?” you leaned your head to the side, blinking at his gleaming gaze.

“yeah yeah, jus’ come gimme a kiss.” he mumbled, pinching your chin, dragging your face closer to his.

“did you hear anything I said?”

“yes babe, now please, ‘m dying here.”

#hobie is obsessed with you #like seriously #my last hobie fic of the dayy #I’ve been on a roll recently omg #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #atsv x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brainrot !

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painted-bees · 10 months

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Hi-Note Masterpost!

[Also available to read over on our website!: https://www.larkandwren.com/hinote (some of the earlier writing and such has been edited there, as well, for better/more accurate continuity! It's a better read, in general.)] So, who are these guys?

They're just characters who've been living in my head rent free. Sean and I have been kinda developing them on a whim and we don't really intend for them to have like... a formal comic production or anything, just really casuall...little slice of life comic sketches, largely unedited walls of texts, that kinda thing. This little masterpost is about as organized of a product as you're gonna get about them!

Here, have their toyhou.se pages, as a starter!:

https://toyhou.se/2430896.cortes

https://toyhou.se/21370126.rafael-ephrem

https://toyhou.se/21369477.magritte-bailey

Introductory post, the basics about these guys!:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/cortes-80275480

Raf's Family: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/720121276234170368/one-person-said-yes-thats-all-the-permission-i Raf's Condition: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724184582183927808/good-questions-and-im-nervous-to-answer-cuz?source=share

[comic] The litmus test:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/722423019768774656/nah-just-bog-standard-this

[prose] The Meet-Cute: i https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/731262008425644032/august-12-2008-magritte-had-only-ever-heard?source=share&ref=painted-bees ii https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/733051366576144384/part-i-hitting-a-cafe-during-rush-hour-wasnt?source=share&ref=painted-bees

Raf and Margie's early relationship:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/713687883290214400/thinkin-more-about-magritte-and-rafael-because-of

[comic] Place to stay: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/728717693050650624/november-2008-magritte-and-raf-had-been-meeting?source=share

second night: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/732783223474733056/a-scribbley-little-comic-about-the-second-time-raf?source=share&ref=painted-bees

[prose][nsfw] First Kiss: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/735866872788074496/cw-explicit-content-march-18th-2009-the-top?source=share

[comic] Forgetful:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/722820351292211200/a-quick-sloppy-little-comic-about-magritte?source=share [New!] Job Offers and Commitments: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/745376745457418240?source=share

[comic] Oui'd: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/733959177193586688/terrible-thanks?source=share

They had a little fight: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724734371517579264/haha-okay-deep-inhale-so-back-before

[comic] "Omelette du Fromage":

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/718285360589930497/she-doesnt-understand-a-word-of-french-original [New!][comic] What if things were different?: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/745579096757747712/rafs-amount-of-self-awareness-and-the-amount-of?source=share

[nsfw][comic] Havin' a normal one:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714015076047273984/its-dead-hours-on-tumblr-everyones?source=share

[comic] The Phone Call:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/727857213109059584?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/727881395615170560/follow-up-from-last-nights-lil-doodle-magritte?source=share

[prose]How They Met Cortes:

i https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/733653276161130496/september-23rd-2010-i-the-tide-was-lower-than?source=share

ii https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/733928740517724160/part-i-and-ii?source=share iii https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/734558753585856512/part-i-and-ii-part-iii-iv-and-v?source=share iv https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/738680136750219265/part-i-and-ii-part-iii-iv-and-v-part-vi?source=share [comic] Bong Water: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/739481533849698304/a-sketchy-lil-comic-about-the-first-and-last?source=share [nsfw][comic] "Want anything from the store?":

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/713269794440364032/smutty-sketch-beneath-the-cut-youve-been-warned?source=share

[comic] The Grant:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714134937042927616/magritte-receiving-the-most-validating-news-shes

Fourth Roommate:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/716454157486374912/painted-bees-they-found-a-very-unwell-cat-in-the

[New!][comic] Quiche: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/745361507256238080/she-said-what-she-said-raf-hi-note-draw-by?source=share

[comic] Today's Mood: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/745084030149689344/hi-note?source=share

[comic] Dig your vibe: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/725286527536611328/dorks-ocs?source=share

[interview] Vanity Fair: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/741733741222854656/raf-ephrems-return-to-be-honest?source=share

Lil' timeline of major events:

-1980: Rafael is born in Monaco, January 29th. -1984: Rafael receives his first custom-made violin and begins lessons. -1987: Magritte is born in Timmins, Ontario, August 12th -1988: Rafael's uncle, Guillaume, quits his role at Ephrem Records and leaves Monaco. -1992-1997: The peak years following Rafael's rise to becoming an internationally recognized child performer, bringing the Ephrem Records label into popular culture. Raf begins attendance at Juilliard during the autumn of 1997. -1999: Magritte buys her first musical instrument (Yamaha PSS-270). -2001: Rafael graduates Juilliard with a bachelor's of music. -2002: Rafael reaches out to his uncle in Vancouver and moves in with him the same year. Begins his job at Hi-Note Studio as a sound engineer. -2003: Rafael receives his formal diagnosis of (complex)post traumatic stress disorder and paranoid personality disorder. Moves out of his uncle's house and into his own apartment during the winter. -2004: Magritte graduates high school. -2005: Magritte is kicked out of the house. -2006: Magritte starts her "Stampy Ptarmigans" youtube channel with recordings of her street busking sessions. -2008: Magritte and Rafael meet in a downtown Vancouver skytrain station. -2009: Magritte moves in with Rafael and begins working at Hi-Note Studio with him. -2010: Uncle Guillaume passes away, leaving Rafael to inherit the cabin on Cortes Island. Rafael and Magritte move to spend a full year on the island and meet Cortes during the autumn. -2011: The trio return to Vancouver as their main home, electing to spend the late spring months on Cortes island. -???? -???? -2014: The trio formalize To Be Honest as their band name and release their debut album.

QnA and comic doodle repository:

Cortes tidbits

#All Cortes Posts! About her shapeshifting:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714957835563417600/so-do-magritte-and-ralph-also-kiss-cortez-when?source=share

Some more about Cortes: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724506918894338050/bestie-i-just-gotta-know-more-about-cortes-i?source=share

Favorite marine animal to eat??? Wanderlust?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/716285392928849920/cortes-when-not-in-human-shape-whats-your?source=share

Sexuality?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/712778141904551936/ive-not-seen-the-uh-juiciest-bits-but-is-she

Smol ears:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714819788155879424/brush-back-your-cryptids-hair-to-revealtiny-ear

On weaknesses, grudges, and stress:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719478125281558528/29-30-32-36-for-the-beloved-sea-monster

[nsfw] Aphrodisiac seafoam:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/712764198982172672/weird-sexually-suggestive-sketch-under-the-cut-no?source=share

Rafael tidbits

#All Rafael Posts! About his upbringing:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/713735788987400192/as-a-fellow-acespec-i-want-to-toss-raf-into-a

Age meme: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/736152968285585408/here-a-quickly-drawn-little-age-meme-thing-of?source=share

Why Raf didn't quit music:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/712841341417177088/aw-haha-hes-come-close-lets-be-real-initially

His relationship to music now: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/731592322959245312/this-little-meetcute-writing-doodle-has-funnily?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/737858475276779520/reading-through-your-hinote-tags-it-was?source=share

Past Relationships: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/735254268413657088/okay-lets-start-with-margie-then-when-she-was?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/735961804412436480/do-you-have-a-drawing-of-rafs-ex?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/735972292585259008/lacey-and-raf-brought-out-the-worst-in-each?source=share

On wanting to be loved:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719294362638499840

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719299404703711232/has-raf-not-had-a-single-loving-relationship-in

Why the shitty shades, buddy?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/712297486497267712/the-glasses-are-dorky-orange-plastic-framed-dollar

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714677266522734592/raf-latched-on-to-the-cheap-dollar-store?source=share

Patience and therapy:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/722908753561812992/i-was-wondering-if-theres-a-story-reason-or?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/722980953078792192/everyone-is-sharing-about-the-ticket-comic-from?source=share

Anxiety Beach:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/725410887443398656/rafael-has-always-had-a-lot-of-trouble-with?source=share The shoes are his toxic trait:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/715404514243608576/rafael-pls-ignore-me-im-just-an-unremarkable

On appearance, wants, secrets, and gestures:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719483329917894656/aaaaand-27-42-43-48-for-raffy-3

On being scared:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/723058277983862784/for-rafael?source=share

Has he met Margie's folks?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714545195223515136/a-while-back-i-asked-if-margie-met-rafs-parents

[nsfw] sexuality:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/713594497867595776/smutty-sketch-and-character-ramblings-under-the?source=share

Magritte tidbits

#All Magritte Posts! Age meme: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/736321876488601600/margies-turn-to-be-quickly-sketched-for-the-age?source=share Past Relationships: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/735254268413657088/okay-lets-start-with-margie-then-when-she-was?source=share Her relationship to music: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/732043488118636544/best-reactions-of-me-playing-on-toy-pianos-which?source=share A bit about her (very nascent) career: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/725706356775075840/i-havent-said-much-about-magrittes-musical?source=share Her feelings towards her parents: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/737368200819458048/ok-im-just-gonna-come-right-out-and-say-it-i?source=share

[New!] She really likes Kirby: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/737230742514548736/okay-but-i-feel-like-i-need-to-make-a-post?source=share

On smarts, self image, and hobbies, home, stress, and gestures:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719481526715318272/for-the-ask-game-that-you-just-posted-i-would

One ridicule, humor, life goals, and voice:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719482287952199680/sweet-magritte-39-40-44-48-49-3c

Has she met Raf's folks?

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/712869691265253376/has-margie-ever-met-rafaels-parents-howd-they

All Three

Is it polyamory?? (yes):

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714455918796013568/this-has-probably-been-explained-already-and-i

Their dynamic between the three of them: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724339636885995520/sometimes-a-family-is-a-man-a-woman-an-eldritch?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/722433005627555840/okee-good-morninganswering-this-for-real-now

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/723077384272773120/im-procrastinating?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/735210215055736832/who-can-resist-a-good-meme-template-not-me-x?source=share

on conflict and resolution: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724639084135530496/i-am-very-late-to-the-blorbo-birthday-ask-party?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724640459960565760/cortes-wasnt-mentioned-in-that-ask-but-i-want-to?source=share

Jealousy?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714952145726816256/question-for-bee-are-any-of-the-cortes-trio

Raf + Cortes:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714226843319943168/if-you-took-the-whole-vibe-of-lofi-beats-to-study

Drugs..?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714312079362932736/ocean-spray-mdma-makes-me-want-to-know-more-about

The best gifts they have received?: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724537976617648128/happy-birthday-what-is-the-favourite-gift-the?source=share

On manners, school, and humor:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719479400026062848/raf-21-magritte-14-cortes-40

Who cooks?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/712782848085622784/ooh-speaking-of-favorite-foods-do-they-all-cook

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/714402100415709184/about-the-cortes-trio-what-is-their-go-to-dish-to?source=share

Sexuality:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/712832179060801536/so-now-we-know-that-cortezs-sexuality-is-squishy

Nightly routines:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/716217886433230848/cortes-trio-question-what-are-their-night-time

Who likes suprises?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/715000402582667264/magritte-loves-surprises-unexpected

Favorite type of music? https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724508117912748032/happy-birthday-hope-you-have-a-great-year-your?source=share

Favorite hobbies?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/716215145470246912/cortes-trio-favourite-hobbies-and-things-to-do

Favorite Animals?: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724510976169443328/what-are-the-trios-favourite-animal-i-would-ask?source=share Favorite foods?:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/712779176885780480/i-have-a-question-youve-mentioned-that-cortes

On pokemon teams, soup, and surprise encounters:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719931743598231552/bless-you-esh-lmaooo-we-did-give-them-pokemon

Do they like bugs?: https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/724508334491877376/happy-birthday-do-any-of-the-cortes-trio-share?source=share

Voice HCs:

https://www.tumblr.com/painted-bees/719754784740098048/you-ever-listen-to-a-song-and-think-the-way-i

#cortes #there a lil masterpost with allll the stuff!!!#now I can just link people to this when they ask about who these characters are. yay #cortes masterpost #Hi-Note

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gowonminajxx · 10 months

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— hobie brown and his smutty tendencies

:: A HC LIST. can be gn!reader but mainly for f!reader <3

++ me just blurting out all this shit LOL.

// CWs :: slight and extreme smut, smoking, hobie being flirty af 🤷‍♀️, author has terrible writing for british characters

— X = sfw

— XX = suggestive

— XXX = blatant smut

pick up lines are a no-go. hobie jst is smooth like that (X)

didn’t know hobie had that DAWG in him!

thinking about how hobie probably would never use those cheesy pick up lines someone like miles would use — or even peter b. hobie let’s it play out, hints being thrown everywhere about how he cares for you and wants to develop a further relationship with you (aka dating!!)

often calls you those pet names such as “doll” “bee” and other playful / dating ones even if you aren’t in a relationship. if you don’t like them, he teases you with them even more.

hobie brown and his lil smoking sessions with you (if you want to obviously) (XX)

thinking about how hobie will always insist on smoking with you. whether it’s plain old cigs or you and him are rolling papers together, getting high as hell in his own home.

if it was your first time, he’d teach you how to smoke it (simply.)

“just roll your pretty lips around the cig, and take a big breath. alright, doll?” he’d lean in just so you could hear, his breath grazing across your neck.

his intricate ways of touching you and finding excuses to touch you (XX)

hobie will always find some way to wrap his hand around your shoulders, place them there or place them .. in other places.

he often finds himself starved for your touch or some sort of physical contact between you two. his hand always glides from your shoulder to your waist, then a little higher, then a little lower, until he’s practically massaging your side.

once you two are further into your relationship, he always finds a way to touch you in more private places (such as your ass, hips or chest.)

if you two were in private or no one could see you, he’d wrap his hands right across your hips or your chest and give a little squeeze before pecking your neck with a soft kiss.

in public?? FO’ SURE .. (XXX)

thinking about how hobie enjoys seeing you squirm in public especially if he’s groping you somehow or whispering seductively in your ear.

he’d definitely be the type to pull you aside in the middle of something and fuck your brains out! for sure. ramming you against a bathroom stall? FOR SURE.

oh yeah, and taking you aside before or after a concert of his and seeing how willing you are to give him the juiciest head he’s ever had in his life. your lips forming around his length so sweetly, he couldn’t help but groan so loudly even if there’s people around checking themselves out in the mirror.

would he be the type to stick a vibrator in you and make you walk around? that’s up to you 🤷‍♀️……. he’d probably get a laugh out of it yk yk

musical instruments (X)

thinking about how hobie would teach you all his favorite songs on his guitar, while you sit in his lap. he guides your fingers gently, making you strum each string on perfect tune.

if you didn’t get it right, he’d help you and demonstrate for you, holding you close to his in the process.

his chin would be nudging into your neck the whole time while you play. no wonder you were messing up!

musical instruments and fingers (XXX)

thinking about how hobie teaching you how to play his favorite songs turns into him slamming 3 fingers inside of your entrance, causing you to let out loud cries.

the fact he takes off his rings to help you play already sets a tick off in your head. thinkin like .. damn is he gonna finger me?? you get a little excited at the thought even, giggling as his eyebrow raises.

“what’s so funny, doll?” he’d ask if you started giggling.

JSJSJJSS and just thinking about how hobie couldn’t get past one practice with you without turning it into a whole make out session + sex. his ass would NOTT stop thinking abt all those dirty thoughts the two of you share.

that’s all!!!! might update sooner or later thanks for reading my tiny little thoughts

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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Part 3

Do yall got a favorite cereal mascot? Mine’s the Honey Nut Cheerios bee

Steve watched as Eddie dazzled a field trip of elementary students by having a load of birds up and down both arms, perched on his gangly limbs like branches. This demon, who had shown him more human compassion than his own parents. This demon, who Steve would only be able to be around so long as his wish was unfulfilled...

They were around snakes next and Steve got to watch as Eddie entertained a different group of children by letting a large snake curl around his shoulders after a quick ‘don’t try this at home, kids’. Eddie kept the more adventurous occupied, while Steve got to have a small moment with a boy who was more apprehensive around snakes.

He felt a surge of triumph and warmth when he was able to get the boy confident enough to pet the snake that was coiled around his wrist. The boy lit up like a whole new world had been opened up for him. Steve was beginning to understand the feeling.

“So?”, Eddie asked as they walked the path between exhibits. “What about this?”

“I like animals. And kids. And being outdoors”, Steve said.

“So is it a winner?”

Steve thought about it. “Don’t people usually feel like a...a spark or something? Something that makes it feel like their calling?”

“Is that what you want? A calling?”

Steve nodded. “Something that makes me really feel like I belong.”

“Then we’ll find that place”, Eddie promised him.

“Before we go, can we see the tigers? They’re my favorite.”

As if Eddie was going to deny him anything now. They stood outside the tiger enclosure and Steve watched them move about, lighting up a little when he saw one of them had a cub tailing after it. Meanwhile, Eddie watched Steve. Beautiful, beautiful Steve.

After the zoo stint, Eddie took them through a door that took them back into the apartment.

“We’re here again?”, Steve questioned, back into the t-shirt and sweats he put on that morning. He looked to the door and tried opening it himself, but it was locked shut.

“We’ve had a big, full day. And little mortals need their sleep. And that door only works for me, by the way. Even if you did get it open, you’d be falling through an endless void until it chose where to spit you up.”

“What are we gonna do for the rest of the day, then?”

“Now we get to do what I want”, Eddie waggled his brows and his voice got deep and for a moment Steve felt a bit like prey.

He didn’t know whether he was relieved or disappointed when Eddie sat him down on the small couch and put a movie on.

“So tigers are your favorite animal, huh?”

“Yeah”, Steve replied as the movie started.

“Alright”, Eddie got comfortable next to Steve and grinned. The kind of grin that worried Steve. “Fuck, marry, kill - Tony the Tiger, Count Chocula, the Trix Rabbit.”

For a moment, Steve just sat there, dumbfounded by the question. While Eddie waited expectantly. When Steve finally found his voice, it was in spurts and bursts.

“Why would you-how would you even-fuck?! First of all, Tony is a mentor. He’s a coach, he’s not gonna fuck his players. And I wouldn’t kill him.”

“Okay, you’d marry Tony. Good to know.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“And the rabbit?”

“I wouldn’t marry a rabbit either. Or fuck one.”

“Kill the Trix Rabbit. He’s a cereal thief anyway. So that just leaves the Count...and one choice left...”, Eddie smirked.

Steve took a second to catch up and his jaw dropped. “No.”

“You landed on marry Tony, kill the Trix Rabbit. By process of elimination that means-”

“I wouldn’t fuck Count Chocula!”

“Why not?”

“First of all, he’s a cartoon-”

“Irrelevant to the conversation.”

“Second, he’s not even a real vampire. He’s a chocolate vampire.”

Eddie turned to sit on his side, facing Steve more while draping his arm across the back of the couch. “Are you gonna change any of your answers?”

Steve’s arms crossed as he seriously contemplated it. Eddie knew he was in deep trouble when he could just stare at him sitting there for hours.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, gorgeous?”

“Tony the Tiger would be a good husband. He’s great with kids”, Steve answered and tried not to think about how warm he got when Eddie called him that. “And the Trix Rabbit is notoriously bad with children.”

“Hey, Steve?”

“What?”

“You’re a vampire fucker.”

“Did you put a movie on just so we could ignore it?”

“I was just getting a feel”, Eddie said. “There’s two kinds of people who enjoy Robin Hood.”

“I don’t even wann know what kind of people you’re referring to”, Steve said with a shake of his head. Then a thought occurred to him. “You know, you’re kinda like a vampire.”

Eddie’s brain shot to the moon with what Steve could be implying and where this conversation could take them.

“....Go on.”

“You’re ancient and you need to drink blood.”

Eddie gasped. “Ancient? I don’t look a day over 20 and I have the stamina of a demon half my age.”

“And the blood?”

“Well you know that’s true.”

Steve’s gaze dropped from Eddie’s and went back to the screen as he began. “Speaking of...”

“Speaking of?”

“Don’t you need some now?” Steve looked back at him.

“’Need’ is a strong word.” But ‘want’? ‘Desire’? He was leaning heavily towards ‘lust’ at this point. Eddie’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Steve’s eyes followed the motion. It felt like they were teetering towards something.

Steve thrust his hand out towards Eddie. “Here. Considering that coffee you made, I think your body could use this.”

Eddie took the hand without thinking, let his thumb stroke Steve’s knuckles. There was a prominent vein sticking out on the back of his hand and Eddie wanted to follow it to Steve’s heart with his lips. But as it were, receiving a bite on the back of the hand was probably pretty painful.

Instead, he held Steve’s hand delicately. Eddie held eye contact with him as he bit down in the meat between his thumb and index finger. He was rewarded with seeing Steve’s eyes flutter as he broke the skin. What was even sweeter than the blood on his tongue was the blush growing on Steve’s cheeks.

Eddie only sipped for a couple of moments, knowing that if he indulged, he wouldn’t know when to stop. He licked at Steve’s hand to heal the pricked skin but couldn’t release him just yet.

“You wanna ask me something”, Eddie surmised, looking into his eyes.

“I wanna ask you...for something. But I don’t know if I can.”

“Is it the kind of thing you’ve asked for before?”

The corner of Steve’s lips pulled up. “Not verbally, no. I’ve always just like, put out a vibe or something.”

“Try me then”, Eddie smirked.

Steve looked down at their hands, still in each other’s grasp and slowly put his fingers between Eddie’s. His other hands moved to cup Eddie’s face, his fingers getting lost in that curtain of hair.

“Come here”, Steve nearly whispered as he pulled him in for a kiss.

Part 5

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#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #are things finally getting heated?#yes the movie is still on #there was a whole frankenberry vs boo berry argument in my mind #but it didn't make the cut

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mayearies · 9 months

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Stargazing with e42 miles?

✰ STARGAZING

—a stargazing trip with miles g. —genre: fluff —a/n: THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE OMG

—it was a bad evening. failing assignments, arguing with parents, it was just a whole hassle. the one thing that gave you comfort was looking at the stars, but you never told anyone that before. not even your boyfriend. some things you just want to keep for yourself for your own personal enjoyment.

just lying on the hills, looking at the stars. a part of it felt so ethereal, so peaceful. naming the stars after random things in your head opened up a window of your childhood to run free. but the buzzing noise you mistook for a bee ruined it.

1 new message wya princesa? miles, seen.

well, i suppose that time was over. you didn't want to really see him right now, but since he wanted to see you i guess you were down. don't get me wrong, you love him to death but you wanted a little more time to yourself.

you sighed as you sat upright, your body laying an imprint in the grass. glancing one last time at the night sky.

"so this is where you've been."

MILES appeared behind you, making you jump a little. he smiled at your reaction to his sudden entrance. he liked sneaking up on you to see your little reactions to it. "don't leave me on seen, cariño."

"when did you get here!?" "probably 10 minutes ago. you were so out of it you ain't even know i came here."

he shifted so his head was laying in your lap and he could get a good look at you. he looked tired, overworked. he looked like he was ill. you asked if he had been taking breaks like you advised but he stayed silent, breaking eye contact with you. he was a stubborn one, that's for sure.

"i came lookin' for you at your house but your parents said you went for a walk. didn't expect to find you here." "likewise."

"so what're you doing here? lookin' at the sky?" he shifted himself so that he was looking beyond the horizon too. he always displayed being interested in what you liked. even if he was awkward with it sometimes.

"yeah, call it a safe space if you will. been doin' this since I was a kid. i've always liked stars."

you told him everything you would do whenever you got the chance to be like this. naming stars, telling your dreams. it was comforting to tell someone more about you. the real you, and what you enjoyed to do. he liked listening to you ramble on, but he had a question to ask but you spoke over him.

"sorry, what?" "which star is ours? y'know, like one we can be associated with. always." "well, I hadn't considered that-" "you weren't thinkin' of me? damn, ma.""you know I don't mean it like that!"

but which one was yours? you didn't know. you assumed neither did he. all the others were taken, for sure. you hit him playfully as he laughed. he just loved being a tease to you. he looked back and pointed northeast of the sky. "how about that one? burns the brightest like my love for you."

he was right, it really was the brightest in the sky that night.

#miles morales #miles g morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #miles morales blurbs #e!42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x reader #maye🧃’s submissions

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hullo-bees · 2 years

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apogee solstice Brennan be like

#critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #cr #exu #exu calamity #exu calamity spoilers #exu spoilers #what’s bee thinkin about

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harrysarchive · 1 year

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Pleasing

Pâtisserie:

h.s.

pairing: tattoo artist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

another adventure with bee and tattoo artist harry.

a continuation of girls who drink espresso martinis

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

"bee," i let a moan slip as the blackberry frosting melts on my tongue, "you're a fuckin' bakin' wiz."

i watch as her ears start to burn and a smirk covers my face, "tell me about it, i swear the only reason we have costumers is because of her baking and her ass." martha chuckles.

"martha!" y/n scolds the 68 year old lady, martha rolls her eyes as to say, you know i'm right.

"you got men comin' in here lookin' at your ass, bee?" i tease as she sits next to me.

"harry!" she whines digging her head into my shoulder, i wrap an arm around her waist and tug her closer to me.

looking around the cute bakery, a pastel pink covers the walls and little white cloud fish are painted on the walls. little frogs are decorated at the bottom along with flowers, trees and other animals likely elephants and loins.

"who the fuck was on shrooms while thinkin' of the design?" i ask causing y/n's body to vibrate against mine as she shook with laughter.

"when martha first bought the place i swear to god, it had shit stains on the walls," she started and i bursted out laughing, "and well martha, she was like you know what we should do? and i was like what, she was like we should come up with a design and then tear down the walls. so i was like okay and we tried to come up with one sober and it failed it was giving 90's diner. we didn't want that, it's so basic. so martha came up with an idea she was like, what if we do shrooms. and i was like eh why not. and that's how Pleasing Pâtisserie came about."

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

"y/n! you are a bad girl!" i exclaim teasingly and she gapes at me.

"i am not! 'm a good girl!" she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

i take a minute to really look at her, her little apron has hearts splattered all over them, her big round glasses cover the apples of her cheeks. her hair's in a messy ponytail with her fly aways running loose. my hand subconsciously comes up to move a curl that's dangling in front of her forehead. a loud sound of an alarm goes off and y/n's eyes bulge, and she's quick on her feet.

"my scones are gonna burn!" she yelps making her way to the back.

"baby i gotta go." i hum as i stand, she quickly pokes her head out the walk way to the oven and frowns at me.

"cant stay a lil' longer?" she says with puppy dog eyes.

don't do that

i think to my self and frown shaking my head, "gotta appointment in 20 minutes bee."

"cancel?" she suggest and i let out a chuckle before shaking my head.

"y'know i cant." i say shrugging on my jacket and her frown deepens.

she makes her way over with a cute little pout a puppy dog eyes, she wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her head into my chest.

"don't want you to leave." she huffs hugging me tighter.

"christ pet, squeeze me any tighter ya gonna pop me." i choke out.

"can i come over tonight?"she ask with a giddy smile and i nod.

"yea baby, i'll come get you yeah?" i ask and she nods with a wide smile, then moving behind the counter again.

"kiss?" she muses and i smirk making my way over before being stopped by martha.

"employees only!" martha snaps and flicks my forehead.

"martha let him give me a kiss!" y/n scolded the lady and she shook her head before letting me through.

i grab ahold of her face before pulling her lips towards mine and slowly moving our lips together. i let myself to let go and bite her lip softly causing her to whimper and pull away.

"your a bad boy mr. styles." she says groggily smiling up at me with plump lips.

"not too much on my name baby." i tease with a smirk and she rolls her eyes, "be ready by 5." i say tapping the plump of her ass and she scolds me.

i walk out into the store area before waving at martha, "take care of ma girl martha! and don't do drugs."

"oh c'mon son, 'm no pussy. i got a blunt that's ready to be lit out back." martha teased winking at me.

the door jingles as i chuckle and i make my face go stern looking ahead. y/n runs out from the back and smiles at the woman and child, "welcome to pleasing pâtisserie, what can i get you today?"

a/n : this is how i start off writing LMFAO idk what to be naming shit😭

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles x poc #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry update #tatto artist #baker!reader #harry angst #harry x reader #harrys house #harry au

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daintylovers · 2 years

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thinkin bout mike with the popular girl and the relationship is so perfect bc they’re on such different parts of the social ladder 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she’s his perfect girl and he is head over heels for bee

YES YES YES IMMEDIATELY YES

i am 100,000% in support of this trope.

cause mike is a loser alright. like the lowest of the low on the totem pole. and you being the sweetheart of hawkins high really does it for him. at first you’re just a fantasy, someone he has wet dreams over. and then when you guys get partnered in anatomy (wink wink nudge fucking nudge) his tiny little wimpy heart gives out. he tries to display that careless attitude, but one afternoon with you has him melting. he has it bad for you. what he doesn’t know is that little miss perfect, also had been eyeing him for quite some time.

you guys become an item about a month into having the class together. you can actually thank the teacher for you guys being sat near each other every time. (it’s me, im the teacher) you guys are seen holding hands while walking down the hall, and kissing behind the school.

originally mike wanted to use the forest as your little rendezvous spot, but eddie quickly squashed that idea. stating “absolutely not. i will not have my place of work tarnished by your penis mike wheeler.” (love him fr)

you get him out of his comfort zone. while he teaches you all about dnd. most of the time you don’t really pay attention but he doesn’t care because every time you waltz into hellfire club all the boys drool and when you sit on his lap, you can feel the jealousy in the room. he has what everyone else wants. and you actually want to spend time with him?? it’s like someone read his diary and produced his dream girl.

don’t even get me started on when you asked to wear his hellfire shirt to school. he was trying to persuade you NOT to, not because he didn’t want you too, but because he was worried you’re reputation would be screwed. but you always get what you want. nobody said much about it (to your face), only eddie who told you that you didn’t look half bad in it but to never wear it again because he can’t have a cheerleader wearing his clubs attire. you didn’t listen to him, who can blame you? especially when that shirt smells like mike and is all soft and shit.

plus it’s not like you have anything to worry about. this mf gets no bitches, absolutely zero play. he’s the one who gets to be jealous. you have half the basketball team trying to shoot their shot (pun intended) and yet you still choose mike?? people still talk about it, like celebrity gossip in the halls.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

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yangsbandana · 1 year

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i'm just thinkin about bees again because of course i am and i was just,,, thinking about how it would have been easy to make blake afraid of falling in love again after her past with adam,,, and i just love that never really comes up in the way that it might have in a less-nuanced love story. from volume 6 and onward, blake shows time and time again that she feels Safe with yang,,, but not only does she feel safe, she shows that she has Fun,,, she's lighter,,, she's even more open and vulnerable with others (like ruby and nora in v8). and it's just so beautiful to see that shine through in the scene in the clouds like,,, blake Knows she's safe. she Knows what she feels. and over the past few volumes, she's been building toward being completely prepared to open herself up to yang. it's just,,,,,,, man. i'm so proud of her.

#in my blake feelings suddenly #i really love her #blake belladonna #bumbleby #rwby spoilers #rwby v9 spoilers

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shortkingvi · 17 days

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do you have any recent rwby thoughts to share? :0 hard mode, not about bees 👀

mmmm! i’ve actually been thinkin a lil bit about the line in v9 about sending jrwby to when they’re needed most rather than where and then the ever after dropping them into a vacuo where everyone has already converged upon it

because like… isn’t that kinda the sweetest thing ever? hey, group of kids who have experienced unimaginable horror, guess what? even though the world continues without you and can pull itself into some semblance of order, at least momentarily, it will never be united without you! you are so desperately needed and missed and loved!

it gave them a break from the tedium of begging the world to listen, and has simply let them reap the (perhaps paltry, i admit) benefits of a world full of people finally ready to help

i just think that’s really sweet n lovely

#rwby does long term payoff and character rewarding well and it makes me happy #asks #anon

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manicplank · 29 days

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The Color Pink (Part 9)

This one is fucking long. Buckle up.

Hazel came home after another long, slow day at the cafe. Business was still dull. Her only customer seemed to be The Vigilante, but things grew tense between them as she spent more time with The Noise. The Vigilante always seemed to have something curt to say. However, she hadn't seen The Noise much since he had been so overwhelmed by work. She was so bored around her house. She just sat around waiting for 7 p.m. to come. She was always excited to get her daily phone call from Theodore, even if it was just him explaining that he was too tired to talk. The time finally came, and her phone rang. She answered it without hesitation. "Hello?"

"Hey! It's me," Theodore greeted.

"Hey! I was waiting for you to call."

"I was wondering if you wanted to do something tomorrow. I know you're usually off on weekends."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"Of course! What were you thinking we do?"

"I don't know... I was hoping you would have some ideas."

"Um... Hm... Maybe we could just do something casual, like hanging out at the park or one of our houses."

"Oh! Uh... I think I'd prefer the park. I'd feel more comfortable with that."

"I understand that. It's supposed to be super nice out."

"Cool! What time were you thinkin'?"

"How about one or two?"

"One works for me. The sooner the better."

"Okay!"

"I have this thing where if I have plans later in the day, I won't really do anything else. I get stuck in waiting mode."

"Same here! I thought it was just me!"

"I think it's an ADHD thing."

"You have ADHD, too?"

"Yep! Got it bad."

"That's crazy!"

"I kind of suspected that you had it. No offense. It sort of takes one to know one."

"I guess that's true. I don't try to hide it. I guess looking back, I can see it in you now."

"It's kind of the basis of my whole character."

"I can see that."

"What park where you thinkin' we go to?"

"Hmm... There's that one in the Gnome Forest that's real pretty. We can go loiter around there!"

"I think I know which one you're talking about. I think it's literally called "Picnic Park" since nearly everybody who visits has a picnic."

"We could do that."

"Maybe. We would have to be careful of the bees, though."

"Oh yeah... I guess we could just walk around."

"If we get hungry, we could always go somewhere."

"The Gnome Forest has a lot of good places to eat."

"Exactly! So... I guess I'll see you then?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, cool! I'm gonna let you go so I can get some rest. I'm a little tired from working."

"I get it. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Yep! If anything happens, just call me and let me know!"

"Of course! Goodnight, Theodore."

"G'night, Hazel."

The Second Date

Hazel was ecstatic. She finally got to go on another date with The Noise. At this point, she didn't like him for being a celebrity. She liked him for who he was. Of course, she was amazed that her celebrity crush was interacting with her, but now she saw him as just a regular crush. She had waited for what seemed like forever until it was time to get ready. She didn't want to do anything special to her appearance, but she still wanted to look her best. She went to the vanity and sat in front of it. Her hair was already curled at the ends like she usually kept it.

She hummed in thought. What was she going to wear? She went through her closet and dresser drawers. After several minutes, she finally decided on an outfit; a cropped sleeveless white turtle neck with a cropped pink cardigan with high waisted straight leg jeans and white platform sneakers with pink laces. She grabbed a fuzzy white mini purse to finish her look.

She picked up the phone and dialed a cab. It arrived shortly after, and she ran into it excitedly. "Where to," the cab driver asked?

"Picnic Park in the Gnome Forest," she responded.

The pig man driving the cab nodded and drove off. She watched out the window excitedly as they cruised through the tower. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. They quickly reached the park. She paid and got out. She looked around, but she didn't see Theodore. Even though she knew better, she was worried he wouldn't show. She wandered through the park hoping to find him. He arrived shortly after she did and called out to her. She came running, but she couldn't run very quick in the platforms. When she reached him, she jumped onto him in a hug, nearly knocking him down. He caught her and twirled her around. He smelled pleasantly like a gentle cologne.

"Hey, you," he greeted with a huge smile. He was wearing a white "Thrasher" t-shirt overlapped by a denim jacket with solid black jean pants and black "Vans" shoes.

"Hey," she put her fists to her chest in excitement.

"You look cute," he scanned her from head to toe.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh," she giggled, "thanks." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "You look cute, too."

He scratched the back of his head and blushed. "Nah, I look like a mess."

"Shush," she pushed him playfully, "take the compliment."

"Fine, fine."

"So, what were you thinking we do?"

"I don't know. I was hoping maybe to just walk around and," he shrugged, "enjoy the scenery. Talk and get to know each other better. I mean, I've been so busy with work, it'd be a nice change of pace just to talk to you."

She was still smiling. "It sounds like a good idea. I enjoy simple things. I'm not hard to please. Plus, I like the flowers in the park."

"Well, come on," he held out his hand, "let's go."

She looked at his hand with a slightly shocked expression. "Oh," she grabbed his hand, and their fingers intertwined. She smiled once again. "Right." They walked side by side down a stone path. Their arms swung back and forth as they strutted along.

"So," she spoke, "how's everything been? I haven't seen you since..." She chuckled nervously, "I think the last time I saw you was when we bumped into each other at the bar?"

"At the bar," he asked, confused.

"When you were drunk."

"Oh, my gosh." He face palmed with his free hand. "I'm still so embarrassed about all of that."

"Please, you didn't do anything to upset me."

"I acted like a total fool!"

She stopped and pushed his arm to make him face her, their hands still together. "Stop it. You didn't do anything wrong. You were funny, actually."

"Was I? I don't really remember what I said."

"You were giving your pig friend a ton of trouble."

"James? Oh yeah, I always give him shit, especially when I'm drunk."

"He kept yelling at you for hugging me a bunch."

Theo chuckled. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, too."

"Shut up," she said teasingly. "It was silly. If I didn't like it, I would've just pushed you off. You know I don't take shit."

He laughed again. "It's funny when you're assertive."

"Well, people see my sweet demeanor and assume I'm a pushover. I don't stand for that."

"Oh, yeah, the pushover doesn't stand."

She hit his arm playfully, "Shut up!"

He cackled and nudged her shoulder. "Don't hit me!"

"What, you scared?" She puffed out her chest and taunted him.

He threw her arm over his head and hoisted her over his shoulder. She screeched in surprise and kicked out.

"Put me down," she yelled through laughter. "Put me down!"

"Don't dish it if you can't take it!"

He carried her for a few steps before he put her down gently. She charged at him, but he grabbed her arms. She swung around and kicked at him, both of them laughing hysterically.

"Okay, okay, okay," he said through chuckles, "stop, stop."

She stopped, and he let go of her wrists. "Don't dish it if you can't take it," she spoke in a mocking tone.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes. "Come on," he grabbed her hand again. "Let's go."

She smiled as she looked at him. "Okay, I'll behave."

"Thank you."

"For now," she giggled.

As they started to walk off, it began to drizzle. The rain started off lightly, but picked up very quickly. Before they could even process it, the rain was pouring down on them. Hazel put her hand up to shield her eyes. Theodore swiftly took off his jacket and held it over her head. "Come on," he said, "let's go to that pavilion." They ran over to a small pavilion. It covered a small patch of concrete and a few picnic tables. They sat at one of the tables across from each other. Theo put his jacket beside him. The two of them looked over and watched the rain.

"Shit, that came out of nowhere," he spoke.

"Yeah, I didn't even know it was going to rain today," Hazel exclaimed.

"It wasn't supposed to! I checked like five times."

"Aw, man." She looked at him. "Theo, you're soaked!"

"Eh, I'm okay."

"You didn't have to shield me. I would've been fine."

"It was first instinct. I mean, you're wearing crop tops."

"But you must be freezing!"

"It's a little cold, yeah. I'll be fine, though."

"No, you're gonna get sick!"

"Hazel, I'll be fine."

She grunted. "Maybe we should just... Go home and change."

"What? We've barely been here for a half hour."

"No, I mean, go home, change, and maybe do something else? We could go get food or watch a movie or something."

"Oh! Yeah, I guess that could work."

"Okay," she pulled her cell phone out of her purse. "I can call a cab and-"

"No, save your money, I'll drive us."

"What? No, no, no, I don't want to be a bother."

"Hazel." He grabbed her hand. "You're not going to bother me. Let me drive you so you don't have to take three different cabs."

"Oh, okay, fine."

"We're gonna have to run through the rain again, though."

"Alright."

The two of them got up, and Theo pulled out his keys. He went to hold his jacket over her head, but she grabbed one side while he held the other. "We'll share it," she said. He chuckled and held part of the jacket over his head, too.

He grabbed her hand. "Ready?"

She nodded at him.

"Okay, go!"

The two of them took off, laughing as they held hands. Rain soaked the jacket held above them. It was a fair distance between them and the parking area. They got to his car, and he let go of the jacket. She held it over her head as she went to the other side. He quickly unlocked the car, and they got in. They caught their breath and continued to laugh. "Holy shit," Theo sighed. His hair was dripping wet and his shoulders were drenched. Hazel only had a handful of drips on her.

"Oh, my gosh," she put her hand on her chest and leaned back into her seat. "I can't believe that just happened." She let out a small chuckle.

"I know, right?" Theo had a huge smile on his face. He suddenly felt nervous as they sat side by side.

"I feel bad getting your nice car all wet."

"Oh this? Nah, it's alright. I wasn't really looking for anything fancy. I mostly bought it so the salesman would leave me the fuck alone."

"What kind of car is it?"

"Cadillac CTS."

"A cadillac?! And you're claiming it isn't nice?" She crossed her arms.

"I'm not saying it isn't. I'm just saying, a little rain water won't hurt it."

"Uh huh, okay, you're not trying to act all humble."

"No, I totally want to impress you with my expensive-ass car," he said sarcastically.

She hit his shoulder jokingly. "Shut up."

He chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

The two of them smiled and made eye contact for a minute. Hazel felt butterflies in her chest. He started up the car and spoke, "Alright, just give me the directions."

"For what?"

"To get to your place."

"You don't want to go to yours, first? You're soaked..."

"I'll be fine."

"Theo!"

"Right or left?"

"Theodore!"

"Right or left?!"

"Oh, my gosh, you're so stubborn!"

He got a worried look on his face. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"What? Oh, no, no, no, no, no! I was just playing with you."

"Oh," he sighed in relief. "Sorry, I just... I actually can be really stubborn, sometimes."

"No, I didn't mean to alarm you." She rubbed his arm, and he smiled at her. "You can take a right out of here. Then at that tree, take a left."

"Okay."

It was only a short drive over to Hazel's house. It was a small, humble abode in a normal-looking neighborhood. They pulled up in her driveway, and Theo put the car in park. "Okay," she said as she unbuckled, "come on." Theo gave her a confused look. She nodded her head towards the door. "Let's go."

"Huh," he responded, "I thought I was waiting out here."

"No, that'd be rude. Now, come on!"

Theodore and Hazel quickly got out of the car and ran to the door. She unlocked it as fast as she could, and they went in. Her house was sweet but petite. The walls were a off-white color. She had a small brown love seat couch in front of a T.V. on a wooden stand. On the stand were small decorative dolls. There were family portraits on the walls, as well as some metallic floral decorations. Theo looked around feeling slightly nervous. "Stay here," Hazel poked his chest. "I'll grab you a towel. She turned the corner and opened up a small closet. She grabbed a towel and ran up to Theodore. "Thanks," he smiled as he took the towel and began to dry off his hair. "I'll be back," she spoke as she ran off.

Theodore stood there and waited. He was stiff as a board, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Her house was incredibly clean. He toweled off his shoulders and tried his best to dry off his shirt. Hazel came out pretty quickly. She came out in a over-sized pastel pink cardigan buttoned up with a lacy white camisole tank top underneath. She also wore straight legged soft pants and white Converse sneakers. Her cardigan was so big that the sleeves covered her hands, but it was one of her favorite shirts. "Sorry," she said, "I figured I'd put on something more comfortable than stylish."

"What do you mean," Theo responded, "you look cute."

She slapped him jokingly with her sleeve. "You say that with anything I wear."

"Cause you look good in everything."

She slapped him repeatedly with her long sleeves. He chuckled and put his arm up as defense. "Okay, come on," she grabbed his hand and headed for the door, "let's go to your place so you can get changed."

"Oh, uh-"

"What? You gonna change in the sewer?"

"Well, my house is sort of... shitty."

She tilted her head and crossed her arms. "Theodore. You said the same thing about your expensive car." She grabbed an umbrella with one hand and his hand with her other. "Now, come on, let's go." She opened up the umbrella as they stepped out, and they ran under the umbrella together until they got to his car.

They came into an average neighborhood to a medium-sized house. Hazel was a little surprised. She was expecting something big and fancy like his car was. As they pulled into the driveway, Theo sighed, "Alright, so, I'm gonna warn you now. My house is... old. I've only been in it for a few years, but I'm not necessarily the best at keeping up with cleaning or maintenance. So... It's a little messy."

Hazel shrugged. "What, are you a hoarder or something?"

"No, no. I just... hate cleaning."

"Who doesn't? I doubt your house is as bad as you think it is. You think I'm gonna care if you didn't clean the whole thing before I came here?"

"Um..."

"No! You've barely had time to sleep the last few weeks. I understand if your house is a little messy."

He took a deep breath. "Okay, let's go."

Hazel opened her umbrella and laughed as they ran to the door. Theodore was incredibly nervous. He felt a little insecure of his house at times, and now was especially one of them. He held the door for her. She closed her umbrella and shook off the excess water as she walked in. She turned around and observed her surroundings. There was a leather couch and a glass coffee table over a pale tan rug across from a T.V. on a glass mount. There were family portraits and small pieces of artwork scattered around the walls. Hazel walked in further. "This is what you were worried about?!"

"I know, it's-"

"It's fine, Theodore! It's not messy! Oh, so what? Your glass table has some smudges on it here and there. Oh no!"

"Hazel, please..."

"Theo," she walked up to him and held his upper arms. "You don't have to be insecure. I don't care. You're not a hoarder, you don't have rotting food everywhere, you don't have roaches; your house is fine!"

He sighed. "Okay, I'm sorry. I just... I don't know what came over me."

"Now go get changed before you get a head cold." She patted him on the arm as he walked off. She sat on the couch as she waited. She looked around and saw a photo of a young, tiny Theodore with his mother. She smiled. It was a cute picture.

In his room, Theodore was doing his best not to freak out. Despite his opinion, his house was quite nice and humble. It wasn't super fancy like his car was, but he still couldn't seem to shake the feeling of insecurity. He got changed into a yellow hoodie with an orange hood and strings. He put on some casual black pants and slipped on some checkered slide on canvas shoes. He took a deep breath before he headed back into the living room. Hazel was no longer on the couch...

"Hazel," he called out.

"I'm in here!"

He walked into his kitchen, Hazel was just walking out of it. "Sorry," she said, "I got nosy."

"It's fine..."

"Your house is nice, Theo. It's not a mansion, but it's not a straw hut, either. I'm not going to judge you for having a few dishes in your sink."

"Oh, my gosh," he laughed it off. "You're ridiculous. So, where do you want to go?"

"Huh?"

"Well, we could go grab some food or go watch a movie."

"How about we just stay here?"

"What?"

"We can watch a movie here, right?"

"Oh, uh, I guess. I have a few movies I've been meaning to watch, I just haven't had time."

"Great! We can watch them together."

"Okay..."

Hazel dragged Theodore over into the living room. He had a couple movies on one of the shelves of the T.V. mount.

"You want to choose one," he asked her.

"Yeah, sure." She went over to the mount. She looked through three different DVDs. She hummed as she thought. "This one!" She held it up with excitement.

"Okay, cool." Theo came over and knelt down. He powered on the DVD player and put in the movie. Hazel went over to the couch and waited. As everything was set up, Theo came and sat next to her. She scooted over until they were hip to hip. She leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped both of her arms around his one. Theo's heart was racing, and his body went stiff. She could feel how tense he was.

"Relax," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," he sighed. "I don't know why I'm so anxious."

"I know why... but I won't say it."

"What?"

"Figure it out." She smiled, remembering what he had said to her when he was drunk.

After a few hours, the movie finally came to an end. Hazel and Theodore both had disgruntled looks on their faces. They faced each other.

"So..." Theodore started. "What did you think?"

"It sucked," Hazel exclaimed.

Theo burst into laughter. "Oh, thank fuck, I'm not the only one. I didn't want to seem like I was being cocky since I make movies."

"No, no, that was awful! I mean, the plot made absolutely no sense! It was so rushed. Another hour would've done the movie good."

"And maybe different writers."

"Yes! It was terrible!"

The two laughed together for a moment. "Want to watch another one," Theo asked.

"Maybe. What time is it?"

Theo looked over his shoulder. "It's 6:30."

"No, I should probably be heading home by now."

"Okay."

"I'll call a cab."

"I can drive you."

"I will call a cab. I appreciate you being so nice to me, but I'd really hate to be a bother. Truthfully, I need a little time to decompress."

"Oh, okay. I understand."

Hazel called up a cab, and it wasn't too far away. Theo walked her over to the door, and they hugged their goodbyes. As they pulled away, Theo ran his hand down her arm and grabbed her hand. He looked from her eyes to her lips then back to her eyes with a smile on his face.

"This might seem out of line," he says. "You know what? Nevermind."

Hazel tilted her head. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Come on." She stood on her toes for a second then back down. "You can tell me."

"I don't want to scare you."

"Whaaat?"

"Um..." He cleared his throat. "Can I kiss you?"

Hazel gasped. "What?!"

"Sorry, sorry, I know that was weird." Theo got incredibly nervous.

"Yes!"

"Sorry-"

"No, I mean, yes, you can kiss me!" She giggled and bounced excitedly.

"Wait, really?" He smiled, a little shocked.

"Yes! Please!"

He chuckled nervously. "Okay, um..." He held the side of her face and closed his eyes as he slowly leaned in. Hazel closed her eyes, but she started squealing and giggling in excitement. Theo pulled back and laughed.

"Sorry, sorry," she giggled, "I just... Hehehehe!"

"Just tell me when you're ready."

She took a few deep breaths. "Okay, I'm ready."

He gently grabbed the side of her neck with his other hand on her hip and leaned in, but she started to smile and squeak again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She giggled. She took another deep breath. "I'm ready, I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I promise this time."

"One more time, okay? If you're too nervous, I won't do it."

"No, I'm not nervous. I mean, I am, but I'm also just excited!" She chuckled again.

He grabbed her chin and slowly leaned in. She closed her eyes once he got close. He closed his eyes, leaned his head to the right, and kissed her softly. She put her hands on his jaw as she kissed him back. It wasn't just a small peck. It was a genuine, romantic kiss. He drew back slowly and laughed nervously. "Sorry," he apologized.

"Why are you apologizing? You're soft."

He blushed heavily. "Oh, um-"

"Can we kiss again?"

"What?"

"Can we kiss again?"

"Oh, yeah, um-"

She grabbed him behind the head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. They got lost as they kissed passionately for a few minutes. Theo pulled back and gulped. She laughed at the bashful look on his face.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he said.

"For what?"

"I... I don't know."

She smiled at him and shrugged. "Stop worrying about it and come here." She hugged him, and she could feel his body relax in her arms. They swayed slowly side to side. Theo felt his heart rate slow. He felt like he could fall asleep in her arms. He quickly went from awkwardly tense to securely relaxed. The moment was ruined as her cab pulled up and honked. "I gotta go," she spoke with a huge smile. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

Theo smiled. "Okay."

She kissed him on the cheek as a goodbye before she walked out of the door and opened her umbrella. He closed the door and put his back to it. He slid down to the ground and put his hands on his face. He was completely flustered again. He couldn't believe that just happened, he couldn't believe he just did that! He took a few sharp breaths. He went to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. He was freaking out a little bit. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. The moment seemed so small but felt so big to him. She made him so nervous but in a good way. When she came around, he was mostly calm, but when she was gone, he couldn't stop overthinking and worrying about ruining it or scaring her away.

But as her cab pulled off, she couldn't stop smiling as she watched out the window. She was so happy that he finally kissed her. It ensured her that he really did like her. He like liked her. Her heart was fluttering, and her legs felt weak. At this point, she felt that she was head over heels for him, and she was almost sure he felt the same way. She kicked her legs as she kept thinking about the kiss; how soft he was, how gentle he was... It kept playing over and over in her head. Then she remembered something. She pulled out her cell phone and sent a text to her friend Lia:

It happened. We kissed.

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