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Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago); Part 3

Part 3: The Date

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

Summary: Things don't go exactly to plan. Clyde stresses.

Word Count: 4,010

Warnings: fluff, spice, grumpy Clyde Logan, pouty boy (but he's still in love), sentimentalism, sickly sweet pet names, smoochin', grindin', oral sex (male receiving), cum on body (not in!), original female character–let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: Thanks again to @paper-n-ashes for being my beta reader & quelling all my writing jitters. You're the absolute best!

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It’s a fuckin’ disaster.

Starts out nice. Juniper shows up on his doorstep wearin’ a slinky little black dress, one that shows off her curves and makes Clyde’s mouth go dry. She tells him he looks handsome and he feels giddy. He sweeps his newly styled hair out of his face, sayin’ she looks absolutely stunnin’. Juniper beams, grabs his hand, tells him they better get a move on ‘fore they’re late.

They’re late. They’re later than late.

They aren’ five minutes outta town when lightenin’ starts to streak across the sky. Clyde shifts uneasily, eyes cast upward towards the swirling heavens. It’s rainin’ cats and dogs in no time and Juniper has to slow to half the speed limit to drive safely. Clyde’s thoughts go to the river up ahead, the one the road crew was still tryna’ re-stabilize since the last storm flooded it.

Fifteen minutes from their destination and they have t’pull to a stop on the highway, suddenly blocked in a jam. Flashin’ red and blue lights indicate an accident up front, and while Clyde spares a thought to whoever was involved, he can’t help but check the time. They aren’ gonna make their reservation, he just knows it.

The car behind ‘em lays on its horn, the sound makin’ both Clyde & Juniper jump. The driver either doesn’ seem to understand the concept of bein’ stuck or plain just don’ care. Clyde clenches his jaw, glowerin’ into the rear view mirror—he can only see the driver’s silhouette behind the bright glow of the headlights. He’s keepin’ his cool until the driver reaches his arm out, in the pourin’ rain an’ all, just t’give Juniper the finger.

Clyde’s unbucklin’ his belt quick as can be, chest heavin’ as he reaches for the door handle. He’s ‘bout ready to stomp to the car and yank the man out.Teach ‘im a lesson on manners, teach ‘im t’treat a lady like—

“Clyde.” Juniper stops him in his tracks with just his name on her lips. He looks over at her from under his hair, expression tense. She reaches up to caress his cheek, holdin’ his face in her little palm so sweetly, thumb brushin’ over the sharp line of his jaw. “Leave him be. It’s not worth gettin’ into trouble.”

Clyde deflates, honey brown eyes downcast. He sounds miserable when he speaks. “… We’re gonna miss dinner.”

“I know, sugar. It’s okay.”

His heart flutters in his broad chest despite his distress. She’d called him ‘sugar.’ He likes that; wants to hear it again real soon.

By the time they get through all the traffic and make it to the restaurant, their reservation is indeed gone, table havin’ been given away. They stand together just outside the building, under the little awning in an attempt to stay out of the rain.

Clyde huffs, so morose that he’s unable to enjoy the way she was pressed up against his side. “M’sorry.”

Juniper frowns, reachin’ up to pat his stomach gently. “You stop that. You haven’t done anything to be sorry for.”

Clyde shakes his head sadly, heavin’ out a sigh. “It’s the Logan Family Curse.”

She looks up at him, brows arched, her hand still settled on his belly. “Oh is it now?”

He nods, brows pinched together. Juniper reaches for his hand, pulling it to her lips and pressin’ a kiss to his knuckles. “You aren’t cursed, Clyde Logan. And if you are, I’m perfectly happy to be cursed right along with you.”

Clyde doesn’ quite know how to respond to that, but luckily, he doesn’t have to right away. Juniper moves her lips to the pads of his large fingers, kissin’ ‘em gently before lettin’ him pull his hand away. Clyde cradles her pretty face in his palm, takin’ the time to admire her. Finally, he speaks. “Thank you, darlin’. That’s mighty nice of you t’say.”

Juniper nuzzles into his touch, sighin’ happily; it makes Clyde feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“I’m only saying what’s true. Now c’mon. I know it’s a Friday night but there’s bound to be somewhere we can eat.”

They end up findin’ an old fashioned drive-in burger place, somewhere they can park and eat in the car out of the rain. It’s not where Clyde wants to take her; she deserves to be wined and dined all proper, not greasy burgers and milkshakes. But Juniper doesn’ seem to mind; as soon as they’re parked she’s squintin’ up at the menu, a big smile on her face.

“This all sounds so fucking good.” She giggles, lookin’ over at him. It makes the disappointment in Clyde’s chest fade away, and he leans over the center console to peer out the window to see what choices they were offered. It puts him in her space, and Juniper leans in to press a gentle kiss to his temple. He blushes, his cheeks only getttin’ hotter when she brushes some of his hair out of his face. He desperately wants to kiss her but he doesn’ know if it’s the right time.

He’s finally acceptin’ the night’s change of plans—finally acceptin’ that this might be good, burgers and fries while dressed up nice, watchin’ the rain pour from the safety of Juniper’s little Corolla—when the carhop comes out to tend to them. Clyde’s already diggin’ into his wallet as Juniper rattles off their order; he holds his debit card out, arm reachin’ over Juniper’s lap.

The carhop doesn’ move for the card. Instead, they say “Card machine’s down. Cash only.” in what Clyde thinks is possibly the most bored tone they could muster. He tries not to bristle as he fumbles with his wallet for a second time, patience already worn thin from the night’s events. He’s only got a fifty in his billfold. The fifty.

Their fifty.

He hesitates, even though he knows it’s irrational; Jimmy always did tell him he was too damn sentimental for his own good. Juniper must realize—she always does, Clyde never seems to have to explain himself to her—because she grabs her purse from the floorboard. Clyde stops her, shakin’ his head as he tugs the fifty dollar bill out. “S’alright, darlin’. Y’told me t’save it for a rainy day.”

Juniper’s face softens at his words, and Clyde hands the money over to the carhop, who looks like they want to be literally anywhere else. Soon Clyde’s been given his change, and he quickly puts it back up. As soon as he’s done Juniper’s reachin’ for him, pullin’ him in by his collar. Clyde goes willingly, twistin’ in his seat to move his prosthetic to the middle of her back, arm wrapped around her.

“I’ll give you another one.” She tells him firmly, and Clyde huffs out a laugh.

“Well that’d be awful silly of ya, Junebug. You’ll run outta money real quick if y’keep givin’ it all t’me.” He tries to soothe her with a joke, wantin’ to let her know that it was alright. Sure, it had been special to him—reminded him of their meetin’—but it was just a piece a’ paper. What was a piece a’ paper when he had the most important thing right here in front a’ him?

He wants to curl up further into her, but their positions don’t allow for it—the vehicle doesn’ exactly allow for him to move his long limbs much a’ anywhere. If this was as close as he could get, he was satisfied. Juniper shifts suddenly, eyes trained on him as she leans closer. They share a breath, then two, and then she’s pressin’ her mouth against his.

It’s nothin’ if not chaste. Clyde gets the feelin’ she doesn’ exactly want to neck in the front seat of her car like teenagers—at least not in plain view of the drive-in’s staff and other patrons. Just a gentle kiss, a little more than a peck; firm and lingerin’ just enough that he knows it happened. Juniper follows it up with another one at the corner of mouth, their noses pressin’ against one another’s cheeks.

It’s more than enough for Clyde; more than enough to get his pulse to sky rocket. He can’t remember the last time he’s been treated so gently, so much love in such a small movement. She gives him a smile when she pulls away, and they both sit back in their seats, starin’ all heart-eyed at one another. She takes the metal of his hand in hers, holdin’ it, and Clyde thinks maybe he should reconsider the whole curse thing.

They head back home after finishin’ their meal, the storm slowly peterin’ off as they get closer to Clyde’s trailer. Juniper walks him to his door, gigglin’ when she offers him her arm to escort him. He takes it, grinnin’ like a fool as they stomp up the front steps. They stand there under the yellow porch light, humid heat surroundin’ ‘em. Clyde usually hated the humidity, but not when it was like this, creatin’ such a hazy, intimate bubble around ‘em. Juniper drops her arm, but only to reach for Clyde’s flesh hand, holdin’ it in both of hers.

“I had a really nice time tonight, Clyde. Best date I’ve ever been on—and I mean that.”

Clyde can feel himself blushin’, a pleased smile turnin’ his lips up. “I had a good time, too. Wouldja—wouldja wanna do it again? Sometime soon?”

“Yes.” She answers almost before he can finish askin’, and they both laugh. There’s a beat, a pause, a breath, and then Juniper is leanin’ up the same moment Clyde’s leanin’ down. It’s a relief when their lips touch, like the first drink a’ water in the mornin’. Clyde thinks he’s been parched his whole life and never even knew it.

Juniper’s the one who deepens it, the one who drops his hand to lean into him, to thread her fingers through his thick hair, holdin’ him close. And fuck, Clyde isn’ gonna fight it. He wraps his arm around her, prosthetic against her back as his hand moves to hold her face. His palm envelops her cheek, thumb under her chin to keep her head lifted. They kiss and kiss, and when she makes a little whine in the back of her throat Clyde swears he’s floatin’.

When she pulls away to breathe he makes a sound of his own, a disappointed little groan that she huffs out a laugh at. He’d be embarrassed if she wasn’ nuzzlin’ her nose against his cheek like she can’t get enough.

“Those lips a’ yours aren’t fair.” She murmurs, and Clyde hums, strokin’ his thumb along her jawline. He doesn’ want this to end, he thinks for possibly the thousandth time that night. He doesn’ wanna let her get back in her car an’ drive across town, over the train tracks, past the antique shop, until she gets to the bed & breakfast.

He wants her right here, and he’s never been the one in this position, but he doesn’ hesitate when he asks her, “D’y’wanna come in?”

She nods, and it sets his chest aflame. They straighten up, untanglin’ themselves from one another even as she leans into his side, not wantin’ t’be too far. Clyde’s hands shake as he unlocks the front door but he doesn’ care if she sees. He wants her to see, wants her to know what she’s doin’ t’him. Maybe then...maybe she won’t leave.

Clyde flicks on the lights, closin’ the door behind both of ‘em. He watches as Juniper assesses his things: his clumsily cleaned living area, the small kitchenette that was (thankfully) decluttered. The hallway leads back to the bathroom, and then his bedroom, but Clyde doesn’ dare look towards it, much less lead her that way. Instead, he steps towards the fridge, hand reachin’ out to brush against the door.

“Want anythin’ t’drink?” He asks, voice quiet, as if nervous to disturb the silence. Juniper shoots him a smile, shakin’ her head as she perches on the couch.

“No, I’m okay, thank you.”

Clyde nods, lingerin’ there even though he doesn’ want a drink neither. Her eyes look him over, amusement showin’ in them.

“Why don’t you c’mere? If you want, of course.”

He wants. Oh, how he wants. So he goes, movin’ across the distance between them in three long strides until he can sit himself next to her. He’s stock straight, heart thrummin’ in his chest; his nice button-down feels all tight against his skin, too itchy. He thinks only her touch’ll soothe it, but doesn’ wanna ask her. Juniper, however, reads his mind; she always can. She smoothes a hand over his jean-clad thigh, leanin’ in ever so slowly, like she’s gonna startle him if she moves too fast. Clyde’s breath catches in his throat as she kisses him again, and it's heaven, it's heaven.

It’s different from in the car, from on the porch. This time there’s more purpose to it. Juniper’s kissin’ him—tastin’ him— like he belongs to her, and Clyde thinks maybe it's because she knows he does. He’s tryna’ angle his body just right, tryin’ t’lean down without puttin’ a crick in his neck. Not that he’d care much, if he did--a crick was worth this, worth the feelin’ of her tongue brushin’ against his bottom lip, against his teeth.

Juniper makes a frustrated little noise, pullin’ back, and Clyde’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Wha--Wha’s--?” He stammers out, flesh hand flexin’ on her waist, the silky fabric of her dress feelin’ so soft and cool against his skin. Juniper’s lips are plush and kiss bitten; Clyde tries to take a picture of ‘em in his memory, eyes trained on their pretty color. He almost misses her question. Scratch that, he does miss her question; has to very ineloquently say “huh?” to get her to repeat it. She ducks her head, voice shy.

“Can I, uh--get in your lap?”

Shit. Shit. Clyde nearly feels dizzy for all the blood rushin’ down south. It makes him a little self-conscious; she’s not gonna want t’sit on his lap and have his cock pressin’ into her all demandin’ like. But damn, his little Junebug looks so eager, her eyes darker than he’s ever seen ‘em, and like he’d said: he wants. So he just nods, barely breathin’.

Juniper shifts, pushin’ him into the back of the couch and he goes easily, willingly. She hikes her dress up her legs and Clyde gets a barely there peek of dark green lace before she’s straddlin’ his lap. He moans, can’t fuckin’ help it, and Juniper dives in to capture the sound with her mouth. Her hands are on his face, in his hair, fingers rubbin’ the shells of his ears—he’s surrounded, he’s drownin’, suffocatin’. He’s never felt so alive.

His own hands are placed chastely on either one of her hips, though he knows his flesh hand must be grippin’ her somethin’ fierce. The thought flashes in his mind, of him leavin’ little fingerprint shaped bruises on her skin for her to feel the next day. It makes him shiver underneath her.

Juniper takes and takes, and Clyde lets her. Clyde wants to be taken, in whatever way she’ll have him. Suddenly she’s pullin’ away just enough to suck in a little air, lips still brushin’ against his. He presses his long nose into the soft skin of her cheek, breath hot between them. When Juniper speaks, her voice is strained.

“Touch me, Clyde. Please.”

He doesn’ hesitate. His good hand moves from her hip to her ass, grabbin’, kneadin’ as he pulls her tighter against him. She lets out the prettiest noise Clyde thinks he’s ever heard, and his lips find her neck as his other arm comes around to hold her close. God, she tastes so good; her perfume fills his head until he feels dizzy with it.

She's pressed flush to him like this, grindin’ her hips against his. Clyde’s hard and leakin’ in his brand new jeans and the only thing he can think of is hearin’ her little noises again. Her hands are back in his hair, pullin’ at it, sweepin’ it away from his face so he doesn’ get tangled in it as his mouth makes a hot path down the neckline of her dress.

It feels so damn good that Clyde doesn’ realize she’s tryin’ to get his attention until she yanks on his tresses, his scalp burnin’ from it. Honestly he thinks he groans, rough and wild in his throat, the pain shootin’ straight to his cock. But it makes him look at her, and she holds him from divin’ back into her skin.

“Clyde I wanna—I wanna taste you. Is that okay? Can I?”

Lord Almighty above. That should be his line, it really should. But how can he argue with her? He’d give her anythin’ she wanted, anythin’. And she wanted—wanted to put her mouth on him. Clyde spares a thought for all the trimmed and proper men he’s seen in porn, how much nicer they looked, how Juniper deserved the best. West coast mean surely didn’ look the way he did. But then,“Yes,” he’s sayin’, voice ragged, “yes.”

And she’s slippin’ out of his lap onto the floor between his legs. Clyde’s heart pinches, and he leans forward to pick her right back up. To say “oh, darlin’, y’don’ need to be on the hard floor like that. Lemme stand an’ you c’n sit right back on these here pillows.” But before he can get his legs under him she's pressin’ her face between ‘em, nuzzlin’ into the scratchy fabric of his jeans, right up against his cock. Clyde’s brain short circuits.

“Been wantin’ this.” Juniper murmurs, small hands workin’ at his belt, and Clyde arches his hips up, tryin’ t’help her get his jeans off. He can’t believe this—can’t believe this is happenin’. She tugs his jeans and pants down his legs, just enough that his cock is revealed. Clyde clumsily unbuttons the first couple buttons at the bottom of his shirt, not wantin’ to get the new fabric messy. Juniper seems to like his idea; she sighs and leans forward to press her lips to the bare skin of his stomach.

“Sweetheart.” Clyde whispers, voice all trembly. He stretches out a little, givin’ her more access to his pale abdomen. Her lips are so soft against his skin, against the dark trail of hair leadin’ down, down, down. She follows it, nosin’ to the crook of his thigh, teeth scrapin’ deliciously ‘fore she turns her attention to his cock—already plump and stiff, and very interested in her ministrations. She wraps a hand around it and Clyde’s breath catches in his throat. She studies his cock, gives it a gentle stroke, thumb rubbin’ at the velvety head.

“You’re so big.” Her voice is quiet, but it startles Clyde all the same—he’s been transfixed by the vision in front of him.

“O-Oh, I-m, uh—“

He’s attemptin’ to apologize—his first instinct, really. But his brain isn’t really functionin’ all that well, and then she’s leanin’ in to lave her tongue over his slit. Clyde groans, a sound comin’ deep from his chest as he zeros in on the pretty pink of her soft, wet tongue. Juniper hums as if she’s pleased, a little smile on her face, and then she’s slippin’ her mouth over his cock in earnest.

Clyde’s head drops back against the couch pillow, lungs strugglin’ to suck in air. Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck—it felt so good. She was gorgeous, she was perfect, she was a fucking angel doin’ this for him. She couldn’ take all of him into her mouth but goddamn she was tryin’. It didn’ matter—even if she wasn’ usin’ her hand to make up the difference, Clyde thinks he could cum just from seein’ her there between his legs, her silky soft lips on his skin.

He moves with her—not in a way where he’s pushin’ her or askin’ for more, but in a way where she’s pullin’ him; she’s the ebb and flow of the tide and he follows her willingly. His back arches, toes curlin’ up in his boots; his prosthetic settles on top of her free hand where it was grippin’ one of his large thighs. His other hand is too busy grippin’ the couch cushions to do much else. He’s lost to it—to her—an’ he doesn’ wanna be found.

It’s over far too quickly, embarrassingly so—it even surprises him. He’s ridin’ the high of his pleasure and his orgasm hits him so hard and fast that Clyde barely has any time t’warn her. All he can do is make a frantic noise, her name garbled in his throat as he quickly tries to push her off a’ him. But it’s too late—he’s cummin’ the same time that she’s pullin’ away, and Clyde can only watch in an odd mix of both arousal and horror as his cum paints her chin, neck, and cleavage.

Juniper’s mouth is held open in a surprised little ‘o’ shape, brows arched, and Clyde feels fuckin’ humiliated.

“J-Juniper, darlin’, m’so sorry, I—“ He scrabbles behind him for the throw blanket layin’ across the back of the couch, tuggin’ it into his lap so he can clean his mess off a’ her skin. He’s quick to tend to the spend on her cleavage first, hyperaware of how close it was to the fabric of her pretty black dress. “I’m sorry, I tried t’warn ya but it was too—“

“Clyde, it’s okay.” Her voice is all raspy and Clyde bites back a moan at the sound of it. She was so fuckin’ sexy, fuckin’ flawless. He’d cum all over her, messy and wild, and she was still lookin’ at him like he’d hung the damn moon. She pulls herself to standin’, and Clyde’s gaze dips down to where her knees were all red from kneelin’. Just another thing he didn’ know he found hot until now.

“But I guess it’s a little dangerous to keep this on, huh?”

His gaze snaps up to her face when she speaks, and she’s wearin’ a grin, eyes alight. Then she’s twistin’ her arms around, wrigglin’ out of that cute little dress until it graces the linoleum floor. She bends down to pick it up, drapin’ it carefully over one of the kitchen chairs. She moves like it’s nothin; like the sight of her in her heels and underwear ain’ makin’ his cock try to thicken up again.

“Yer so beautiful.” He tells her, gaze trained on her as she walks back over to him. Clyde feels so small with her standin’ in front of him; feels vulnerable even if he was still mostly dressed. Juniper steps out of her heels slowly, placin’ them to the side before leanin’ in, restin’ her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head so she can kiss him.

Clyde runs his flesh hand over her bare waist, down the swell of her hip, toyin’ with the band of her underwear. He doesn’t push it down; he won’t without her permission. It’s enough to kiss her like this, soft and lazy, feelin’ her skin underneath his. He feels all gooey and happy from his orgasm, even if it had come sooner than he’d have liked.

He sighs into her mouth, content; chases her lips when she pulls away. Juniper starts to work on the buttons of his shirt, and he sits up to help her ease it off a’ his shoulders. She folds it neatly, settin’ it to the side; Clyde forces himself to speak, tryin’ to get his brain back in workin’ order. “D’y’wanna—wanna go back to the bedroom? You c’n lay down and I’ll—I’ll take care a’ ya.”

He thinks he sounds all awkward and silly, but Juniper gives him a warm smile, and his insecurities fade. She was always comfortin’ him, whether she knew it or not. She places one last lingerin’ kiss to his lips before noddin’ at him. “I’d like that.”

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#clyde logan #clyde logan fic #clyde logan x ofc #logan lucky #clyde logan smut #clyde logan fluff #clyde logan x oc #adcu #feedback always welcome & appreciated! #clyde logan x original female character #tori writes

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i'm so happy i came across your blog!!! can i request domestic or crushing headcanons for atsumu, ushijima, sakusa, and tsukki please? whichever is fine! i need softness and love rn :( I love your writing so much! thank you!

dw anon i’ll give u all the love that u need just come here and ill peck u😡😡💞💞💞also this turned into a how they met u hc im sorry if i butchered it

domestic crushes w atsumu, ushijima, sakusa, and tsukki:

— 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝗺𝐮;

this guy😐is a piece of shit😐jk

he’s known to get girls and shit but in reality hes just a dork but hes ur dork 😜

anyway he starts crushing on u when he was in a match and we all know he loves his silence during his serves but SOME PEOPLE (his fangirls) are too dumb so theyre about to open their mouth to cheer for him,,,,,,

when an angel that came from heaven above (you) shushed the fangirls with a scowl on ur face

“shut up u two are so loud ur gonna make him lose focus u pigs”

ATSUMU IS LIKE 😆😆😆😆 OSAMU IS LIKE 🤭🤭🤭🤭 AND THE FANGIRLS ARE LIKE 😤😤😤😤😤😤

god,,,, atsumu could NOT stop thinking abt u during the game and osamu could tell that he lacked the focus

“quit being a wimp and just ask them on a date”

wow osamu way to be gentle with words😍

but atsumu was like yeah bro ur right and after the game he approached u breathing hard as fuck bc he had to run to catch up to u

he asked for ur number and u were like omg baeeeee stop im blushin!!!!!! u gave him ur number and he pecked u on the cheek OOP!

— 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝗺𝐚;

this man is so chefs kiss

he honestly didnt know who tf u were 😭😭

he met u in one if his runs actually

while he was stretching at the sidewalk ur cute ass was walking into a store across the street that was specifically for farm related things and he went 👁👄👁im looking

he actually stayed behind until u left the store but right when he was about to approach u tendo’s weird ass dragged him away talking bout how the coach was looking for him (which he actually was since toshi was an hour late)

so toshi kept paying attention to the store whenever he’d pass by it and NO SIGN OF YOU UGH WTF.

until one day,,,, he almost didnt stop by the store,,,,,, and only stopped bc he RAN INTO YOU... causing u to drop ur shit oh no toshi feels so bad

ur like oof! and hes like im so sorry

u brush it off tho bc mans is hot af and ur like😩😩😩😆😆😆😆😆LETMEGETATASTEOFTHAT

ANYWAY???? he helps u gather ur dropped things and suddenly blurts out “ur rlly cute” BITCHHHH UR BLUSHIN👁👅👁

he apologizes again and ur like🙄🙄🙄fuck off tell me im cute more

jk

he asks for ur number and the next time u meet he brings u to his fav farm store which is a lil farther away from the one u two met at but its ok bc toshi.

— 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚;

like toshi he probs didnt know who the hell u were and honestly he could care less he hates people anyway

HOWEVERRRRR STOP THE MF PHONE CAUSE WHEN HE SAW U PULL OUT HAND SANITIZER AND FORCE UR CLASSMATES TO HAVE SOME HE WAS LIKE 😀😆😀😆😀

hes watching intently

the way u spread the hand sanitizer around ur palm is just sooo mesmerizing and hes like wow theyre the one

anyways he doesnt approach u until after the game tho bc he doesnt wanna risk getting germs before an important game like this one

and when he approaches u he mentions the hand sanitizer and ur like oh!!!!😆😆😆

turns out u only pulled that out bc u heard a germaphobe like him was coming and u wanted to help his germaphobia out so u did such a lil gesture that u didnt think he would notice

and when u told him that he lowkey turned into a simp bc WOW. a stranger went that far for him just so he didnt feel uncomfy???

sorry call this ooc but he has a fat ass crush on u now :/

he asks for ur number and obvi u say yes and now ur the only person allowed to touch him without needing gloves ur a face mask🥺🥺🥺

— 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝗺𝐚;

he already knew abt u bc of yachi so hes like ok yeah whatever

but he really starts noticing u when ur sitting at one of the benches inside the gym watching a movie since u were waiting for yachi

hes at first nonchalant about it but then he sees jurassic world on ur screen and hes like 👁👁👁👁👁suddenly i see

and ur like ahhh tsukishima!!! wanna watch with me???

BOY DOES HE.

he honestly wouldve missed practice if it wasnt for tanaka and noya dragging him back to practice while wiggling their eyebrows

and when he comes back ur still there, this time watching a dinosaur documentary and hes like DAMN BITCH MOVE OVER

and when its time to leave hes like🙄🙄🙄but he asks for ur number

and u decide to tease him and go “r u only interested bc i like dinosaurs”

and hes like 👀👀👀👀can i have ur number or wha

and ur like yeaaahhhh!!!!! so u give it to him but u wanna see him pass out so u kiss him on the cheek

hes all 😃👁👄👁😀

but ur not done!!!!

“next time we watch the dinosaur documentary make sure to kiss me on the lips, kay?”

u killed him.

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons #ushijima x reader #ushijima headcanons #sakusa x reader #sakusa headcanons #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #requested

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Tender Sugar (Bo Sinclair)

Rated: EXPLICIT

Word Count: 3.4k 

Warnings: Not reader, Name used, Suggestive language and themes, explicit dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, spanking, fingering, uhh kinda like pseudo-exhibition kink, squirting, hmm Im sure theres something else I forgot 

Author Note: Ok, this is a super special piece for @yourlocalslasher​. It was her B-day yesterday and well, she loves Bo just as much as me, so I HAD to write her something. So again, NOT A READER- used a name, but its not heavy-handed. Anyways, hope you enjoy it! 

You’d finished breakfast and went to Bo’s truck without a second thought. Hadn’t seemed like there was anything else to discuss after giving Vincent a reminder to bring some snacks with him to the basement, but the look on Bo’s face screamed that something must have happened after you'd left the room. 

"Everything okay there?" He didn’t even grace you with a look before he said, "Right as rain, Sugar" his grip on the steering wheel said different- just little too tight, too much force when shifting gears, "Right as rain." He was such a liar.

But you let it go. Nothing good ever came from pushin Bo when Bo didn’t offer up an argument. Usually boded better if you let him come to whatever conclusion he wanted first and then wait for him to initiate. So you had no intention of straying away from your tried and true method. Just had to wait it out.

And it paid off. Fuck, had it paid off. 

You’d decided to spend the day with Bo at the station on a whim, not like you had much else to do today- besides it’d been quiet for a while now. Bo’d made the offer to teach you about engines earlier that week. Learning was always good and it occupied your time, so why not? Can’t say you had a huge interest in mechanics, but maybe it’d come in handy one day, who knew. You’d always heard learning how to change a flat was important, but no one had ever offered, so you’d never learned. Maybe now you had that chance.

But you didn’t want to make the ask if your boyfriend’s mood was veiled in annoyance. You’d give him space to cool off, but you didn’t really need to worry. When he pulled up outside the station and got out you watched him move towards the back of the truck before turning to open your door. Having to fight with the latch for any small amount of give, after a minute you were finally free. 

Once you had the door open and looked up Bo was standing there with a raised brow, “Havin some trouble there, Sugar?” You gave him a flat look, “I’m tellin you this side needs some WD-40, it sticks.” He leaned in and gripped your waist to lift you out of the truck while rolling his eyes, “Sticks my ass, opens just fine for me.” 

You huffed as your feet hit the ground, “Yeah, says the man with muscles. I don’t have that advantage you brute.” He looked down at you with a smirk, “Well, it’s a good thing these muscles will be around a long while to help my little princess out.” The slight flush it caused was instantaneous and you felt it in your face and in your chest. He was definitely annoyed before, but now he was being sweet? Something was definitely up, so you ignored his comment in favor of turning around to head into the shop. 

Before you could take more than a step away, his hand was snaking down an arm to grip around your wrist. Tugging you back only to spin you around before he boxed you in against the door, "Now, where do you think you’re scurrying off to so quick, sugar?" He gripped your chin surprisingly gently, something that was rare for him, and tilted it up so you locked eyes, “It ain’t right to ignore a man when he’s declaring his devotion. Mighty rude to just walk away don’t you think?" You would have answered, you had some words to say that a man shouldn’t tease so early this side of the sun, but the hand that had been resting on your hip had slithered around to fondle your backside. 

Of course Bo would use this to get his hands on you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want them on you, it was just that he’d done it so unexpected and you were still wary of the attitude change. It wasn’t that you were afraid, far from it- just had you on edge because it meant he had something planned and shocking you was a favorite past time of his. Hopefully this shock was a good one.

"That silence ain’t helpin any, Luce." His grip on your ass turned rougher which finally knocked you back to reality, "Bo! It’s barely 10 in the mornin and you’re already copin a feel?!" His hand only got more aggressive in his fondling, "You really complainin ‘bout that?” Ok, he had you there, unable to really deny it you flushed further and narrowed your eyes at him, “can’t help that this ass was made for the palm of my hand," he gave you a slight smack, nothing too hard, but had heat flash through you and settle between your legs, “Love the way it bounces when you take a spankin…or my cock” That had you groaning and looking away, couldn’t take the eye contact when he talked like that.

Only that provided him the opportunity he needed to lean down and nuzzle your throat. A few kisses were placed here and there which had your pulse pick up and the heat between your legs worsen. He nipped at your ear before whispering, "Besides, I reckon it deserves a good spanking today. Turn it a cute red to match that blushin face.” The thrill that shot down your spine had your senses buzzing. Your nipples starting to pebble between his words and his mouthing at your throat, "w-what?" 

He was too busy making sure love bites would be visible on your throat for the next few days to answer. Groaning from the treatment you tried again, "Bo, what?" Again, silence as his mouth littered kisses and hickies along your pulse, "Why do you wanna give me spankings today, Daddy? What’d I do?" Now that got a response. Bo loved when you played the daddy card. You wanted something and he was being unresponsive? 9 times out of 10 if you dropped that name on him he’d hear you out- if nothing else it always sent his arousal from 0 to 100 and horny Bo was easier to get to talk than angry Bo. It was especially effective if you whined and begged for him. 

He pulled back to answer your confusion, "See, sugar, learned something interesting from Vinny just before we left." His hands were back to kneading from your hips down to your ass, "Oh? What was that?" He tilted his head and you could see the mischievousness in his eyes- a certain twinkle, decidedly not angry, thank god for that, “Seems someone told my brother it was their birthday and never mentioned it to Daddy.” Oh fuck, you’d completely forgotten! You’d meant to tell him last week when you heard the date on the radio down in the basement with Vincent. You were helping him clean up down there while he was going about his business and the radio announcer had shouted the date, you’d perked up and told Vincent, but by supper time rolling around you’d completely forgotten. It wasn’t like you stared down the date here. Sometimes you actually forgot what month it was let alone the week or day. 

Shit, maybe you wanted angry Bo because that look he’d given you spoke of edging and you weren’t sure if you could take it this early in the day. Panicked you tried to hastily explain, “Bo, I completely forgot! I meant to tell you last week, but it slipped my mind!” You were going to add more on, more explanation, more begging for him not to be too harsh on you, to not edge you within an inch of your life, but he was already tugging you along to the back of his truck while cutting you off, “You don’t gotta explain there, birthday girl. I get it you’re just more fond of my brother than your boyfriend. I see how it is.” 

The tailgate was already down, when had he done that? Must have been when you were struggling with the damn door. You tried to respond as quick as you could, “Bo! That’s not true! You know you’re my number one. You’re the one I wanna curl up with at night.” He gave you a hum as if he was contemplating it while rubbing a hand soothingly down your arm, but what he said had your insides clenching and your nerves shoot up, “Take those pants off for me.” 

Your throat went dry as you registered what he wanted- and your nipples were achingly hard scratching against your bra, “W-what?” He smacked your ass again, this time harder than before, “Did I stutter, Sugar? You heard me.” You had...But here? It was so open...what if Vincent or Lester were wondering around town...or worse if some tourists were lured in, “B-but Bo, its...we’re in public…” That earned you another swat, “I don’t rightly care, pants off now, Lucie. Before Daddy changes his mind and you won’t like it.” 

You couldn’t lie, the demand and idea had you hot enough that you could feel how wet you were. Not drenched, but definitely on the way there, hopefully he’d take care of it soon and wouldn’t make you beg too much. Ever so slowly you reached down to unbutton your pants and drag them down your legs. As you were doing that he’d maneuvered to hop up on the tailgate and sit at the edge to watch you strip, “Panties too, Lucie.” A fresh wave of heat pulsed through you at the way he said your name and the fact you’d be in the middle of town with your wet pussy out on display. 

You went to grab your shirt to lift because why wouldn’t he want that too? But he stopped you, “Nah, keep that on for me. Like the way your tits look in it.” With a red face, you put your hands behind your back waiting for what he wanted you to do next. After a few moments of him raking his eyes up and down- tilting his head when he looked to your wet center before he smirked and said, “Get your sweet little ass up here, Sugar. Lay across daddy’s lap.” With a gulp, you climbed up and settled over his lap. Thank god he’d had you keep your shirt on because your breast would have ached against the cold metal- your knees certainly were.

You felt him smooth a hand down your ass, gripping a cheek and then the other before sliding down to your dripping core, “Already so wet for me, Lucie, and I’ve barely done anything.” He speared a finger down through your wet folds, “So needy for Daddy even here out in public, where anyone could see.” You groaned into your arms and tried to squeeze your thighs together for friction, but he wasn’t having it. With a slap to one of your cheeks he said, “uh ah, Daddy didn’t give you permission for that.” 

Eyes shutting at the delicious sting that slap had sent through you before you let out a deep breath as he soothed the area, “You’re such a little whore for me, Lucie. Look at you,” He gave another spank a little harder than before and soothed the area as you groaned, “Ass and pussy out, drippin down your thighs. Anyone could look out a window or walk by and you’d still push that ass up in the air for me, huh? Needy slut like you don’t care who sees, do ya?” Oh, he wanted to play up the public angle like there were really people in town watching. Fuck, that did something to your brain- sent tingles down your spine and a fire through your veins. 

Pushing your ass back into his hand just like he’d said, you whined, “You’re right, always want you to play with me. Don’t matter where.” You felt his cock twitch against your stomach as he chuckled, “There’s my cute little cockslut...bein all nasty desperate for it when that good Christian lady could be lookin out her window across the street.” He tapped your cheek as he said, “Would give her a heart attack seen this tight little ass taking a good spanking before breakfast.” A finger trailed back between your pussy lips, “Might even let em watch how good this pussy can swallow up my cock too.” You groaned because god damn was this man lethal, but all these light touches and love taps were driving you insane. 

You needed him making your ass red or fucking that hard-on you could feel deep into your wet cunt in the next five minutes or you might just spontaneously combust, “Bo...Daddy, please, please! I need something- Spank me, finger me, fuck me...Whichever I just need it! Please! I’m so achy and empty...” You heard his smug laugh, “Beggin already princess? But damn it sounds so pretty out those lips of yours.” You made another whine when all he did was roughly grip the flesh of your ass, but nothing else, “How old ya turning, Sugar?” So you mumbled out your age and he tapped your ass, “Think we’ll add on a few more after that for good luck. I won’t make ya count them, birthday girl privileges and all that. Just enjoy it, babe.”

And goddamn did you enjoy it. The sound of his palm meeting your flesh rang out in the area, Vinny or Lester would definitely hear if they were around town- no way they couldn’t hear. The sting of his slaps were delicious and he rained them down all over. Some a little higher, some lower, even on the backs of your thighs. You could feel how hot your flesh was from the treatment and all you could manage was to sob out in pleasure as you begged him for more. “That’s it, Lucie, takin it like a good little whore for me.” 

Another rough smack low near your thighs had please rolling off your tongue, “Look at that fucking jiggle, all nice and red for me too. You gonna feel this for a good week.” with a few more quick and heavy-handed slaps he finally cooed at you while soothing the area, but all it did was make you needier with how sensitive you were, “Thinkin you deserve a little treat after takin it like such a good girl for me.” he cupped your sex as you cried and squirmed in his lap, “want my fingers or my cock in this drippin little hole?” you felt your clit pulse at his offer and before you could answer he was already shoving two fingers in, “I don’t even need to ask do I? You’re always thirsty for this cock.” 

You didn’t care that you looked like a mess, that you definitely had drool down your chin, and you definitely didn’t care to try and deny what he was saying because he was right. You were always thirsty for it and good on him for realizing you were crazy for his bastard self. So you just made a half attempt of nodding while tucking your knees under you to raise up slightly for more leverage to push back against the hand that was fucking into you, “That’s it, baby. Fuck this little cunt on my fingers. So wet and desperate for it.” 

His other hand reached under you to rub at your clit, “You’re gonna fuck yourself on my fingers until you cum and then I’m gonna make you squirt on my cock, right here out in the open. Got that, Sugar?” You whined but didn’t make any other acknowledgment. You felt a jerk in his fingers inside you curling at just the right area to hit against your G-spot, “I asked you a fuckin question, Lucie and I expect a damn answer. You got that?” your head shot up as he hammered against that magical spot, “Yes! Yes, Bo! Yes, daddy! I got it! Please just let me cum, please!”  

Your hips were pushing back just as fast as he was hammering his finger into you and down on your clit had you cumming within the next few minutes with a scream of his name. “That’s right, baby girl tell ‘em all who just made your toes curl.” You didn’t even need to look to see the smirk that was on his face, it was plain in his voice. His hand in your pussy was still slowly moving, helping in your come down while his other hand moved to rub circles on your back. “You did so good, Lucie. But we ain’t done yet sugar.” 

Your breath hitched, that’s right, he wants you to squirt on his cock outside in front of the station. That thought was already making your sensitive pussy tighten around his fingers still in you, “Oh, I felt that darlin, you need my cock that bad after cumming so soon?” at your nod he pulled his fingers out and gave your ass one last resounding spank, “Of course my nasty girl does, wouldn’t be a cockslut otherwise.” 

At that he picked you up like it was nothing as he stood before turning and placing your back to the tailgate. Looking up at him he was giving you such a devious smirk that it automatically had your legs spreading and your knees pulling up to your chest. His smirk only deepened, “Look at that puffy swollen cunt all ready for a pounding. Hold yourself open for me, babe. Wanna see that hole ready for my cock.” you groaned out his name but did as he asked and looped your arms around your thighs to hold yourself open for him- had the added benefit of locking your knees to your chest too. 

 He didn’t even undress fully just unbuttoned his jumpsuit enough to take his cock out and slap it against the top of your pussy before sliding it down to your open hole, “You look so good like this, sugar. Gonna look even better stretched out around my cock.” As he said that he’d been tracing a hand between your folded legs up your stomach along the bottom of your shirt. In a tight grip, he ripped it up and pulled your bra down, “Wanna see these tits bounce while I fuck this pussy.” you answered with a, “Mmhmm, anything you want, just put it in, please!” his hand continued up to your throat while he slid into you. 

His hand clearly felt the vibrations of the deep moan you let out when he finally hilted inside you. “Feel so snug in here. Your cunts always so tight for me. Let’s see if we can stretch it a little, sugar.” and he was rapidly moving within you. He didn’t pull any punches, no starting off slow and building up, no he went full force and stayed that way. You were constantly sobbing at the feel of him, your tits were bouncing just like he’d wanted, and the hand at your throat was putting just enough pressure to add to your pleasure, “Touch that clit for me. Hammer down on it hard and don’t stop. Said you were gonna squirt and I mean it.” 

He adjusted his hips and finally found that magic spot that had you crying out, “Right there! Don’t stop, right there! Just like that, please, Bo!” He cooed at your begging and kept at that spot, “Look at this cunt swallow up my cock, looks like its more desperate than you are. Such a dirty fucking girl lettin me do this to ya out here.” You were so keyed up that his words were almost background noise, you could feel the pressure building and you wanted it, needed it, craved it. 

So you listened to his advice and kept your harsh pace on your clit while he kept hammering into that spot. It only took a few more moments before you were crying out a mix of his name and please and then finally a half moan half scream as you came hard against him. He’d got what he wanted, you definitely squirted and your pussy had gotten so tight that it set his orgasm off too. He pulled out of your quickly to aim up at your chest and face- most landed on your breast, but some painted against your cheek. 

You were like jelly, just floating and you had no intention of moving. Vaguely you felt a hand stroking your hair and that finally brought you back to your senses. With a full-body stretch you groaned, you were an utter mess, “Happy Birthday, Lucie.” And then he laid a kiss to your forehead and you absolutely didn’t care about the cum cooling on your chest.

#hope you liked it! #Idk how well I did #but hope it was decent! #Happy birthday! #ily! #bo sinclair #slasher smut #writing gift #house of wax #house of wax smut #slasher community #slasher writing #slashers #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader #and if anyone is this deep in tags yes im still writing jelly danny he almost done

[shhhhyoursister]

Hey what are you favourite davenzi scenes/moments and what are your favourite Matteo scenes/moments? Hope you’re well!

okay okay okay this has been in my inbox for a lil while and i feel like ive been building up to it but im going to watch some clips and gather some thoughts.....i asked @theyellowcurtains to give me a number limit for each and he said 3 so im gonna do 3 of each otherwise id just write a frame by frame analysis of all of season 3 (im so sorry for how long this post is i have so many thoughts all the time)

im gonna start with matteo moments and im gonna list the season/episode/clip just for clarity okay?? okay (im doing matteo moments that dont include david because i have to go off about that later on)

1. s3ep10cl2- okay okay so the morning after clip is perfect in every single way and i could go off about it for years but beyond all of the davenzi stuff there is the moment when matteo leaves davids room and hes wearing the gray sweater, when laura is dancing??? which is also iconic all on its own but im talking specifically about matteo here, so you know he sits down on that stool thing and hes smiling SO big and hes blushin really hard and then laura sees him and they LAUGH??? and then he claps for her???? if i had to pick id absolutely say that that whole sequence is my fave matteo moment and also kind of interesting and makes me think about the fact that matteo is definitely very shy and quiet but he also has that like,, brat confidence?? i could make an entire post about that but ANYWAY yeah that is the fucking best matteo moment hes so cute and nervous but also totally fine being obvious about the fact that him and david fucked which i think is hilarious but i digress and i MUST move on

2. s3ep8cl2- i do have to say that while im not a HUGE fan of the explanation the video he watched gave of like,, what being trans is, im really glad they included this clip?? like its so obvious that matteo wants to talk to david but doesnt really know what to say, and i love that his first instinct was to start looking stuff up?? like if i was into a cis guy and he told me that he didnt really know about trans stuff but he did RESEARCH?? like thats just really sweet and shows that he really fucking loves david already and just wants to be more informed about what hes,, not to say signing up for but i cant think of a better phrase but yall know what i mean ya know??? its just very very sweet of him!!!!!

3. s3ep8cl4- i think people know about my deep love for hans so of course this clip is going to be one of my favorites?? im going to narrow it down a bit though because the part of this clip that hit me the fucking hardest was when hans asks “what do you like about him?” because the way matteo reacts is just?? so sweet?? at first he looks a little unsure but then when hans repeats himself matteo licks his lips and goes “well, i love his smile” like????? is that not the cutest fucking shit?? he literally swoons and collapses back into the chair cause hes probably imagining it and then he goes off about it being “beautiful” with david and im sure hans is trying not to cry?? and hans ending it with “thats the only thing that really matters, everything else is secondary” and matteo going “thats true” and then laughing a little bit?? i feel like that whole thing was a bit of a turning point for matteo and wow i am,,, so emotional about it

oh my god im so sorry im going off but im about to go off more cause,,, im gonna talk about davenzi moments now

1. s3ep10cl1- okay im just gonna start strong even though i feel like everyone talks about this clip i REALLY wanna talk about it because??? the fact that they showed a fucking sex scene between a trans boy and a gay cis boy is still so fucking iconic and legendary?? while this whole season really changed my life, this scene in particular is so.......it just feels so good to see. like its so nice watching that and seeing someone who looks like me ya know?? not that i look like david god i wish i was that lucky but like,, someone wearing a binder?? someone whos body looks more like mine than any other trans rep ive seen?? and seeing that body being portrayed as DESIRABLE??? i think thats one of the things that gets me the most is just how like,, just how much matteo is into david lol it just feels good feels organic but im gonna stop myself here before i talk for 1000 years about a less than 4min long clip lmao

2. s3ep10cl4- okay so this clip really just highlights the cute beginning flirting stages of their relationship?? like matteo doesnt want to host the party but then he sees david and smiles and then hes smiling like a fool when he hands david the beanie back and theyre both just so awkward but obviously crushing?? and he wants to keep talking so of course hes gonna bring up the time they hung out, and he looks a lil shocked after david says “it was cool with you” and then he like,, stutters through inviting him to the party cause hes probably so nervous!!! theyre both just such big losers with such BIG crushes on each other its really just the cutest fucking clip and also kinda shows that david isnt necessarily just this,, cool dude?? hes also a stuttery blushy dork with a crush?? wow wow its just such a good underrated clip WOW

3. s3ep9cl7- okay okay okay okay okay im sure there are like lenghty analyses about this clip already but i dont care because holy FUCK??? something i didnt really notice about it before was once matteo finally goes up to david hes like “are you fucking serious” but then he sees that david is fuckin spiraling so his voice gets softer and he asks him like “hey whats wrong” and its just a really good set up to the conversation?? and its nice to see that despite matteo probably being kinda angry hes mostly just worried about david?? and then matteo just lets david go OFF at him and only talks when hes trying to tell him that it isnt going to be the same as it was last time but then once he sees that david is getting angrier and louder hes like okay how am i going to get him to listen so of course matteo, the quietest boy in the world, yells back!!!! and yeah thats the thing that finally stops david from working himself up!! and matteo realizes that hes gonna need to be a lil loud and pushy to make david listen to him and then he goes back to being soft once david is paying attention to him!!! and then he talks and he says so much, like much more than he usually does at one time, and god GOD the way they did that was jsut so GOOD!!!!! and the fact that matteo, who appears to be either depressed or apathetic like 90% of the season, is the one that says i love you first??? and during such an emotional and important moment like?? like after going off about how david isnt alone and that hes really great and jsut needs to stop hiding himself away LIKE???? guys its jsut so so good its just so good i could talk for years but im gonna cut myself off here

honorable mentions cause i cant shut the fuck UP:

1. when theyre looking at davids sketchbook and david is like “these are private actually all of them are private” and matteo is like “well you already showed them to me it doesnt matter” and then he giggles like damn no question why david had such a huge crush on him immediately hes such a cutie

2. “its not a girl”

3. ill just say the whole cuddle clip?? the tender/feral dichotomy?? absolutely *chefs kiss* just fucking perfect

4. THE FIRST KISS??? also gotta say i noticed something for the first time the other night but matteo SMILES and i hadnt seen it before its right after david says “i bet i can hold my breath longer than you” and then the angle changes and he smiles before holding his breath and it killed me when i saw it whoops

5. final shout out along the same lines as ^^ that one but just?? anytime matteo smiles?? fills me with serotonin. the smile in the final clip right before david runs over to kiss him?? the smiles when hes fuckin around with the boys?? every single lil nervous crushy smile with david??? i could go on but im going to stop this now before i say any more this is already too long

#noggins #davenzi #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #matteo x david #sorry this is so long should i tag it #long reads #just in case #i just have so much to say all the time and this?? this is me holding myself back #i have so many words yall so many words

[sansfangirl4life-blog]

Souls of Glass Chapter 5

A timeskip and some insight into poor Lost’s depression QwQ My poor baby

Lost is mone, and Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue

Chapter 5

Three weeks later....

Lost hummed as he pushed the vacuum around the house, ear buds in his ears. "Take me down to the river bend...." He pushed it along the carpet, his bare feet enjoying the feeling of the soft material beneath it.

"Ya look goofy." Xans said as he flipped through a book, chewing on some gum. He blew a large bubble and it gave a soft 'pop' as Lost looked his way. "I mean, Vapyrus usually does this."

"Well I don't see you helping with chores. And besides, Vapyrus is outside tending to the flowers with Frisk today." Lost said, turning his music back on. Xans smirked and pulled a screen up, flipping through songs until hitting one. Lost frowned when the song changed and he glared at Xans as he laughed. "Quit messing with my music!"

"Aww, c'mon! I wanna see ya 'dansen'."

"Ugh...." Lost's blue eye flashed and Xans was lifted into the air, hanging upside down. More magic surrounded the couch as he vacuumed under it before placing it gently back down, and depositing Xans on the floor roughly.

"Ow!"

"Serves you right." The teen huffed and continued to clean, changing his music back. Xans smirked and his large, data wings formed and he flew over Lost and back to the couch. "Why don't you help Sans clean up in the kitchen?"

"Cause I don't want to." Lost rolled his eyes and continued cleaning. Xans took a moment to look the young man over, his teal and green eyes narrowed slightly. He's getting circles under his eyes....is he not sleeping? He frowned and shook his head. Nah that ain't right. He sleeps like a log. He watched Lost finish up and put the vacuum away. "Did that wear ya out?"

"Hmm? No, I'm fine." Lost stretched and headed to the kitchen. Xans scowled a little and put his book down, following him. Sans was at the sink, scrubbing the dishes with a pink apron over his clothes. "You need any help?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks for asking Lost. They're almost done." Sans smiled and Xans felt his scowl deepen looking at the two of them. He used his own magic to yank Lost to him and looked into his eyes.

"What the hell Xans?!" Xans smirked and leaned in close, his lips ghosting over his captive's. "Let me go Xans."

"Heh, last time ya said that....ya were begging for a different kind of 'release', no?" Just as Xans hoped, Lost's face turned beet red and he licked his lips. "If ya want....I can do that again."

"Fuck off!" Lost shoved him away and stormed outside as Xans watched him go. Sans stood in front of him, having finished and hung the apron up.

"Do you always have to be such a damned prick?" He asked. Xans looked down at him and clicked his tongue slightly. "You don't need to be so rude."

"I ain't actin' any different just because he doesn't like it." Xans said, shrugging. He turned to see Lost outside, kneeling next to Vapyrus and Frisk, helping them pull weeds. He walked outside and leaned against the door, watching them all interact. Sans teleported beside him and sighed. "What now?"

"I've noticed that he never looks at her when he talks to her."

"Who, ya mean Frisk?"

"Yeah....I asked Valphys to look some info up on why...her and Gaster are currently looking at information but it feels kinda...invasive." Xans just chuckled and Sans frowned. "You just made that dirty, didn't you...."

"Heh, I could go for an 'in depth' look if ya want."

"Ugh, Xans no." Sans shook his head. Xans leaned in close and Sans could feel the smirk against his skull.

"That wasn't what ya said a week ago Sans~...." Sans rolled his eyes and pushed him back. "Heh, just messin' with ya." Xans watched as Loat helped them plant a few new flowers, showing her how to do it. "Although he does have rather nimble fingers it seems..."

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Footsteps crunched the snow beneath his feet as he wandered in the dark. He felt the cold through his hoodie and shirt, the chill air like ice in his veins. Why...why is it so cold? Was it always this cold? Lost wondered as he wandered around. There was no moon above him, yet he could see his surroundings with ease. This looks like the woods but...it feels different...

He zipped his hoodie up and continued walking when he heard a familiar growling sound. Amalgams.... He held his hand out, but when no magic formed he froze. No....no what's happening?!  The noises grew louder and he felt terror grip at his soul. I....can't fight back? What's going on?!

He turned around and began to run. The tree branches seemed to grab at his clothes, like icy hands tearing at his clothes. He tripped over something and fell face first into the snow. "N-Ngh...." He wiped his face away, only to freeze when he noticed what was on his face. "D.....dust..."

"Help us...." Lost turned around as the voice echoed in the distance. Something grabbed his leg and he tugged away. A hand made of dust released him, but tried to grab him again. "Help....please...."

"We're so scared...." Another hand grabbed his left leg, the hand hot and sticky. He looked down to see the hand was formed of blood and bone, the bone piercing his pale skin. He shook and screamed, trying to get out of their hold.

"Let me go!"

"Please help!"

"They're coming!"

"They'll eat us!"

"No...no stop....stop it please!" Lost could hear loud, pounding footsteps coming and his eyes widened. The creature was large and dripping, the smell of its breath like rotting corpses and mold. The creature loomed before him and his Soul seized up. "L...let go..."

"It's coming....."

"It's there...."

"It's here!"

"Ah!" Lost's eyes snapped open and he fell out of his bed. He rubbed his head, groaning slightly. "Ugh......damnit...." He listened for a few moments, sighing when no one stirred in the house. "Good...didn't wake anyone." He slowly stood up and sat on the edge of his bed, burying his face in his hands. "Fuck.....what the hell is with these nightmares?" He walked over to the coatrack and slipped on his blue hoodie, then he put on his usual slippers. He grabbed the small cellphone Frisk had gotten him and headed outside.

Locking the door behind him, he breathed in the night air and began to slowly walk down the street. I've forgotten why I never slept... he thought, hand stuffed in his pockets. He looked up at the sky, his sharp eyes still able to pick out a few, dim stars, the rest blocked by city lights. He wandered into the deserted park, glancing around before sitting on an iron bench.

The moon shone down gently on the pond, the small stirrings on the water making the reflection waver. It's a rather peaceful night out here... He smiled a little. It's so calm and quiet.... Lost sighed and looked down at his hands. Do I...even deserve this kind of peace? After everything I've done.... He gripped his hands into a tight fist, nails almost cutting skin. After all the lives these hands have stolen....do I dare to even think I deserve this chance?

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Xans walked down the street, a slight limp to his steps. "Heh, damn that guy really hit me hard..." He smirked and licked his lips. "Then again...I was able ta give as much as he took..." He chuckled to himself before stopping. A streetlight flickered above him as he looked around. Huh.... He closed his eyes and focused before he picked up on a familiar presence. Lost? What the hell is he doin' out 'ere?

He snuck behind a tree to watch the young man gazing out at the water. He had an odd, lonely look to him that made Xans's Soul and gut twinge at the sight. The moonlight made the white tips of his hair and skin give off a faint glow. To Xans, in that brief moment, he almost looked ethereal. The moonlight was covered by a cloud and the moment passed. Huh....

"I just...don't know..." Lost whispered to himself before sighing. Xans walked over and Lost turned, red eye flashing as a faint red glow covered his left hand. 

"Who-"

"Take it easy there Lost." Xans raised his hands and the glow faded. "Yeesh, ya glow around every handsome guy ya come across?" Lost just shook his head and Xans frowned. Huh....he usually retorts....what the fuck?

"Sorry Xans." Xans just stared at him as he turned back around. His shoulders were slightly slumped, making him almost look small in the shadows of the trees around them. "I just...I'm tired." Xans frown deepened as Lost brought his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. Xans moved and sat next to him, wincing a little as his still sore rear sat on the iron.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about." Lost said quickly. "Just....I'm just tired."

"Of?"

"......I don't really know. Everything and nothing...." He admitted softly. 

"Life...death....pain and joy.....just..." He sighed and shook his head, hiding his face behind his legs. "I don't know." Xans placed an arm around Lost's shoulders, feeling him flinch and almost pull away. But he stopped and instead let the virus pull him gently closer.

"I don' have a fucking clue what's eatin' at ya. And yer refusal to talk about it doesn't help out much." He felt Lost tighten his grip on himself and shook his head. "But...ya don't have to worry. Ya got people here ta lean on, alright?" He felt Lost slump against him and he turned to him. "Oi, Lost?" Lost's legs slid from where they had been and for a small moment, Xans felt panic grip him. "Lost?!" He looked down and sighed when he saw Lost's face. Sleeping...ya damned jerk.

He watched as Lost shifted a little closer as a breeze blew past, making him shiver. Heh...ya'd prolly be blushin' like mad right now if ya were awake... He thought. He brushed a few strands from Lost's forehead to gaze down at his face. Dark circles were visible under his eyes, and Xans noticed how his body sagged from exhaustion. He sighed and looked up at the night sky. I can't wake 'im up. He looks.....happy. Xans frowned and looked back down at him. Happy, huh? Ta be fair...he's never happy around me. Then again I tease the shit outta him, but... Lost's head slipped against his shoulder, leaving a comforting warmth.

Xans watched as his chest rose and fell, his breathing even and deep. He shifted and lifted Lost into his arms with ease. "Alrighty...let's get home, hmm? So we're not sleepin' out here and catching a cold." He closed his eyes and focused on the living room. He opened them and he frowned a bit. He was standing in the kitchen, just a few feet from the blanketed couch and roll out bed. Weird...I know I teleported us ta the living room....whatever.

He walked over and placed Lost on his bed after removing his slippers and hoodie. Hanging the jacket up and placing the slippers by his bed, he made his way under the covers on the couch. Lost had turned to face him in his sleep, letting out a soft sigh and a tiny smile graced his features. Whatever the hell is eating at ya Lost...I hope it isn't that bad. Yer with all of us after all.... He smiled a little and closed his eyes. Night Lost....ya big softie.

#yaoi #lostxxans #undervirus #losttale #sansfangirl4life #jeyawue #undertale #undertaleau #humanlost #humanxans #soulsofglass

[kaspsbrak]

Recommendation: Richie begging Bev to help him woo Eddie. He had an idea to do an original song. He didn't think he sounded all that well singing (he hates his own singing voice) and Bev has the voice of an angel, but Richie KILLS IT on the guitar. The best friends get together and write the song. The day comes and the Losers meet up at the quarry at night. They have a small bonfire (after asking Mike if it's okay) and Richie pulls his guitar out of nowhere. (You know how it ends ;))

guys okay it’s true richie has a shit singing voice and bev sounds like the holy saints okay

* “beverly marsh i need your help i’m in love with eddie and i can’t sing”* “what”* richie had climbed through beverly’s window at like 11 at night to ask him for help with a song he wrote specifically for edward kaspbrak* richies self aware as hell he knows he has a shitty ass singing voice but he also knows he can play the fuck out of a guitar* bevs still confused as fuck* richie pulls out like a cluttered ass note book from his back pocket with his guitar in his other hand* bevs surprised he didn’t break it????* she’s like “okay sure that would be cute”* so they do it!!!! bev helps write melody n everything and richie writes chords and harmony’s and the lyrics* obviously richie won’t be singing he’s gunna let his gUitAr do all the singing here ;)))* so bev and rich make plans to go to the quarry and meet the losers at around 9 after a week of writing and rewriting and revising and practicing* richies kinda nervous as hell but bevs like “it’s okay, rich, the worst thing that can happen is that he’ll say he doesn’t think of you in that way”* “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME THATS WHY IM NERVOUS YOU SHIT”* “yeah but i think he likes you anyways, i wouldn’t worry”* well richie worries lmao can’t be helped* so anyways the night of the quarry meet up has come* “just relax, he’ll love the song, okay?”* richies anxiety’s like “uh-uh”* but everyone’s sitting around the campfire that they do politely asked mike if it would be okay to build* richies like “aaaah i’ll brb guys”* so he goes to his car and pulls out his guitar from his trunk and comes back with the strap around his shoulder, pic in another hand* bev smiles and he sits in front of eddie but next to bev* eddies like “what what’s happening”* stans like “richie plays guitar, you didn’t know?”* mikes like “ah cool guitar is nice”* bens kinda star stuck cos like bevs about to sing* bills just like “hmmmmm i wonder what this is”* so richie makes eye contact with bev and she counts them off* richie ain’t sing a note but his guitar skills are pOPPin* he makes eye contact with eddie if his eyes aren’t close or he has to glance to his guitar frets every one and a while* eddies blushin a bit cos the lyrics????? they’re so sweet??* poor ole eddie tho he thinks bev is serenading someone not richie serenading him * kinda like “damn wish he were singing to me”* the song is over and the losers applaud and richie is waiting for eddies approval* but all eddie does is go “that was nice, bev, you sound lovely”* FUCK RICHIE THINKS HE JUST GOT REJECTED* “wait, eds, do you not know who that was for ? who it was about? you know, richie wrote most of it, right?”* richies just kinda sat there* “what…does that mean…????”* “eddie it means i’m in love with you, i wrote that song for you, about you.”* eddie is embarrassed as fuck but he doesn’t let everyone just sit there in silence* he gets up and walks directly to richie, all he has to do is lean his head down a bit cos ya know height difference * they kiss and it’s cute and bevs proud of his best friend * “i love you too, dumbass”* ye and it ends with them dating and richie makes sure to write more songs for him in the future

lmao this one was long forgive me

#anon #answered #ask #request #hc #my hc #losers club hc #reddie hc #aged up losers #aged up reddie #beverie #aged up richie tozier #aged up eddie kaspbrak #reddie

[sarohara]

You: Hey

Stranger: hey

You: Wyd/

You: ?*

Stranger: i'm jake, you?

Stranger: also j chilling here

You: Well, i actually asked "what r you doing" but it's alright

You: Ohhhhhh

You: nvm

Stranger: LOL

You: Well, i'm Sarah

Stranger: nice to meet you sarah

Stranger: and wyd? 😂

You: nice to meet u as well lol

Stranger: also how old are you?

You: I'm just listening to music 😂

You: I'm 16

You: wbu?

Stranger: oh cool i'm 17

Stranger: i'm listening to music too

Stranger: whatchyu listenin to?

You: Oh what song?

You: oHH

You: Hm, Take me Home, i guess

Stranger: oh i don't think you'd like it 😂 it's not pleasant

Stranger: Take me home!! love that song

Stranger: it's amazing

You: Ohhhh i think the sameee

You: About Take me home, sure

You: Tell what r u listening, pls

Stranger: I'm listening to this

Stranger: Currently going through some grief, and this helps, in some weird twisted way

You: Wait

You: is the lyric?

Stranger: wait sorry?

You: is that the lyrics of the song?

Stranger: oh no, that's just my thoughts

You: Ohhhhh

Stranger: did you try taking a listen?

You: Yea 😂

Stranger: not exactly the sweetest shit huh 😂

You: 😂😂😂

You: Well...

Stranger: Haha it's okay, I'm listening to it bc it ain't that

You: ahahha oke then, but do u wanna talk about that?

Stranger: Hmm we don't have to, there's dark stuff, and I don't wanna put that on ya

You: Don't worry but if u don't want to, it's okay :)

Stranger: Okay you're nice and I appreciate that :)

You: Oh thanks dude :)

Stranger: Tell me what's on your mind, how's life been for you?

You: Well...

You: Overwhelmed, I would say

Stranger: Why?

You: But nothing much, u know...it's just life, is what it is

Stranger: Well, what's been bothering you?

You: A lot of things but at the same time, its everything okay..

You: u know, idk, i'm bad at this

Stranger: That's fine, that's not bad

Stranger: I think if you can accept the terrible aspects of life, you're halfway on overcoming them

Stranger: So you're on track, I think

You: Oh wow

You: philosopher :) lol

You: but idk, maybe

Stranger: Hah 😂

Stranger: I guess you could call me that, i'm flattered

You: AHAHAHAH

You: Glad to know 😂

You: and thanks for asking :)

Stranger: Oh yeah ofc

Stranger: Lmk if you wanna share, this philosopher's got a lot to say 😂

You: 😂😂😂😂

You: Got it, sage

Stranger: 😂

Stranger: You amuse me 😂

You: 😂

You: I'm happy now

Stranger: Wait I never asked, where are you from?

Stranger: Aww I'm glad :)

You: :))

You: I'm from Brazil

You: wbu?

Stranger: Oh wow that's so cool

Stranger: Are you latina?

Stranger: I'm from NY!

You: well, depends on what u consider latina😂

You: But yea, i guess...

You: Ohhh Ny, that's so cool

Stranger: wait what does that mean haha?

Stranger: and yup! i love it here

You: Nvm, i was just kidding 😂

Stranger: ohhh haha ok

Stranger: i bet you're cute

You: Ohh thanks :) but i don't think so

You: But i'm sure ur

Stranger: 😂

Stranger: thanks, but i don't think so either

Stranger: so i think we both won :))

You: 😂😂

You: Yea, twins

You: well, how r things over there?

You: covid and stuff

Stranger: Well not too good tbh

Stranger: things are pretty terrible in a lot of ways rn

Stranger: but like you said, it's ok

You: well, just like in the whole world, right?

You: Not so ok but ok

Stranger: world, life, everything 😂

You: 😂😂😂 definition of = suckssss

Stranger: LOL YOU KNOW IT

You: 😂😂

Stranger: It really be rough

Stranger: what's your life like? relationships, school, hobbies, etc?

You: Well, it depends like... relationships= only my friends, school= not so bad

You: I dance so...it's my hobbie

You: Like, i dance hip hop, classes and stuff

Stranger: you dance??

Stranger: wow

Stranger: 😍 😍 😍

You: Yea, at least I used to dance 😂

You: Whaaat

Stranger: Nothing, it's just cuteee 🥵😉

You: Ohhh 😂

You: Wbu, tell me

Stranger: Sing, play piano, and paint

You: Ohh that's awesome, and rlly cute

You: 😂

Stranger: Aww thanks 🥰

You: Aw :)

Stranger: Wow this just got cute

Stranger: here take some 😘

You: taking 😂

You: u know what

Stranger: yeah?

You: ur the first person in a long time I met rlly nice here

Stranger: awww

Stranger: ugh take some more 😘

Stranger: sweet girl

You: Yeaa that's cute, I 😂

You: Sweet words, i would say

You: I'm not that sweet oke?

Stranger: you seem sweet oke?

Stranger: she's cute, she dances, and she's sweet, and she's nice

Stranger: 🤤 🤤 🤤

You: oh oke i'll change your mind one day 😂

You: Ohhh that was sweet 😂

Stranger: I think the emoji you're looking for is: " 😘"

Stranger: 😂 😂 😂

You: 😂😂😂😂

You: oh yea, ur right, thanks

Stranger: still waiting 🙄

You: I use 😂 for everything lol

You: oh yea hold on

You: reformulating

Stranger: 😂😂

You: Ohhh that was sweet 😘

You: AHAHAHAH

Stranger: oh DAMN 🥰 🥰 🥰

Stranger: you got me blushin

You: Stop it 😂

Stranger: sweet babygirl 😘

You: Oh <3 😂

You: tbh, i don't have any emojis here...i'm on the laptop so..😂

Stranger: ahhh no worries ahaha

You: ahahah oke

Stranger: i wish you were here w me, you seem so sweet

You: Well, where's your mask?

Stranger: I HAVE IT ON

You: 😂

Stranger: but i'd take it off if you were here -_-

You: Oh yea, i can imagine it 😂

Stranger: After all, you gotta leave room for 😘

You: I'll take a flight oke?

You: Funny lol

Stranger: Oh please do baby 😂

Stranger: Also if we accidentally disconnect, just type "jakesarah" in the interests

Stranger: Okay make sure to fly here using a pigeon tomorrow

You: No way Jakeeee 😂

Stranger: Yes way Sarahhh

Stranger: ride that pigeon

You: Oke copy that!!😂

Stranger: What are you bringing for me?

You: Paçoquita

You: A lot of things, don't worry

Stranger: oooh what's that?

Stranger: and what else :)

You: Hm how can i explain...

Stranger: Tryyy

You: It's basically a peanut jam (???) idk maaaan

You: something like that, trust me

Stranger: Oh that sounds niceee, sounds tasty

You: Wait, actually not a jam, just a peanut candy

You: Yeaa it's rlly good

Stranger: oh wow, candy!

Stranger: i love candy

Stranger: Hmm what else?

Stranger: Are you bringing kisses?

You: Ohhh who doesn't, right?

You: Oh 😂 u got meee

Stranger: you better bring plenty 😂 😂 😂

You: Funny 😂

Stranger: Oh well, you won't?

Stranger: Don't worry. I'll bring enough for both of us

Stranger: ;)

You: Well, I'll think about it 😂

You: Waittt whaaat

Stranger: Did google translate fail LOL?

You: Actually, Omegle translate to English again😂

Stranger: LOL

Stranger: I said don't worry, I'll bring enough for the both of us :)

You: I hadn't seen you typed in Portuguese, I just saw it now 😂

Stranger: OH

Stranger: omg

You: Yeaaa i knowww

You: I'm so proud 😂

Stranger: of me? 😂

You: Yea sure 😂

Stranger: 😂 😂 😂

Stranger: of who?

You: You duhhh

You: 😂

Stranger: AWW

Stranger: she sweet <3

You: not so sweet oke 😂

Stranger: yes so sweet 😘

You: i'll change your mind, trust me 😂

Stranger: with kisses? ;)

Stranger: im sure those wouldn't be sour :)

You: Well, i'll think about it 😂

Stranger: 😂 😂 😂

You: sour 😂 awfuul

Stranger: hahaa 😂

You: 😂

You: hey, what time is it over there?

Stranger: it's 8:31

Stranger: wbu?

You: 9:31

You: pm, sure

Stranger: ahhh, that's neat

Stranger: you go to bed when?

You: Soon, i guess

You: but not now

Stranger: What are you gonna do before?

You: Well...

You: talk to u..maybe

You: keep talking actually lol

Stranger: Ah that's nice :)

You: :))

You: can i ask if u have insta?

Stranger: I do, yeah

Stranger: I don't share social media here, if that's ok

Stranger: i hope you don't mind

You: Ohhh

You: Nah, it's totally okay :)

Stranger: Thanksss

Stranger: You probably do, right?

You: what do u think? lol

You: yea, i do

Stranger: Ahaha yeah i guessed

Stranger: I'm not a big fan of social media, you?

You: i'm not that big fan but yea, i use it a lot lol

You: makes any sense?

You: 😂

Stranger: Ahhh yeah haha

Stranger: i do too

Stranger: addiction lol

You: yea, that sucksss 😂

You: but what can i do, right?

Stranger: Is your acct public?

Stranger: Yeah haha, i feel ya

You: Private actually

You: bcz u know...like omegle and stuff

Stranger: HAHA you come here a lot then?

You: I wouldn't make it public

You: Actually i dont oke?

You: Like, just sometimes

You: but still

Stranger: Ahh yeah i know what you mean

Stranger: i only come here sometimes too

Stranger: not too often tho lol

Stranger: what do you usually come here for? how is it usually?

You: Mhm i can imagine it😂

You: Idk, I just come here to talk and meet some people, idk, it's pretty random yea

Stranger: huh, that's nice

Stranger: How does it usually go

You: and I've met a lot of friends here, that's the good part

You: Well*

Stranger: Ah, good friends?

You: Wait, not "a lot", i met a lot of people but friends, only 3, i guess...

Stranger: Oh, are they nice?

Stranger: I've usually not kept contact except with one girl i met a few months ago

You: Yea, they're...like u know

You: Ohh gotcha u

Stranger: wait what? 😂

You: what what 😂

Stranger: "like u know"

Stranger: what do u mean lol

You: Ohh yea, like 😂 funny story, actually not that funny

You: Oh nvm

Stranger: Wait tell me lol

Stranger: im curious

You: It's nothing much oke? Just like, i had a friend that i met here and

You: and he disappeared 😂 that's it

Stranger: LOL 😂 😂 😂

Stranger: you got ghosted poor u

You: Yea i guess 😂 poor me

Stranger: it be rough huh

Stranger: i mean i don't use it much, bc most people aren't as nice as you or that other girl i met

Stranger: that other girl's a little too nice though if you know what i mean 😏 and i love it haha

You: 😂😂😂 ahahahahah yeaa!! i got it!!

Stranger: she's the sweetest girl ever haha

You: Aww :) Have u said this to her?

Stranger: Oh yeah I have, and trust me I've showed that I mean it 😉

You: Showed what? 😂

You: Anyways, that's so cute :)

Stranger: LOL not "images" lol

Stranger: just doing stuff for her that's a little special if ya know what i mean

You: I didn't mean it LOL

You: when did you guys meet?

Stranger: hmm, in april

Stranger: we're not dating lol

Stranger: and it's not like, one-on-one either. So it's just nice

You: one-on-one lol

You: nice description😂

Stranger: LOL no, i mean, there's no solo commitment like we can still see other people 😂

You: Ohhhh wait

You: is it like open relationship?😂 no way...

Stranger: AHAHA well there's not a "relationship"

Stranger: it's more of a friends-with-benefits type of situation

You: it's anything but relationship 😂

Stranger: lmao basically yeah 😂

You: Got it huh 😂

Stranger: Hey i mean it's still nice

Stranger: we have feelings for each other and we express them and that's nice

You: Yeaa, i know well lol

Stranger: lol wdym?

You: Nothing (??) 😂

Stranger: Ahaha okay babe

You: Babe awful 😂

Stranger: Babygirllll

Stranger: lol u mad at me?

You: Wow, i thought u were typing an essay

You: Mad? Whaat 😂

Stranger: OH LOL

Stranger: i wasn't haha

You: ahahahah i realized

You: wyd now?

Stranger: same as before haha, relaxing in bed

Stranger: talking to a nice girl named sarah :)

Stranger: you?

You: I'm flattered 😂

You: talking to a kind of nice guy called Jake :) and same as before, listening to music

Stranger: "kind of nice" 😂

Stranger: flattered too ig haha

You: ahahahah i was just kidding 😂

You: ur rlly nice

Stranger: says you! the sweet girl :)

You: 😂😂 oh stop it!!

You: hey stranger

You: i gtg sleep now...wake up at 5 and stuff

Stranger: yeah stranger?

Stranger: oh shit haha okay

Stranger: you gtg now?

You: as i said...yep 😂

You: yea shit lol

Stranger: oh well, okay then, ig this is it

You: but anyway, it was nice talking to u :) thanks for the time :))

You: "jakesarah" in the interests oke?

You: bye uuu

Stranger: ohh

Stranger: it was nice talking to you too

Stranger: feeling: heartbroken 😂

Stranger: jk bye!

You: oh me too, trust me lol

You: bye u :)

[skajador]

black, green, scarlet, periwinkle x 3000, mauve, fuchsia, copper, vermilion, lavender, coral, razzmatazz, saffron, timberwolf, fallow, tangerine, sage (of laughter), crimson, chartreuse

BLACK = I would date you.  RLY? IM BLUSHIN OVER HERE GREEN = I think you’re cute. PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh  x3000 damn son  MAUVE = You are really talented FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)  MEET ME IN THE FUCKING PIT BIP  VERMILION = You make me feel passionate LAVENDER = You inspire me CORAL = You’re a meme RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you  SAFFRON = I love your ideas  I SURE HOPE SO BC I NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT EM�� SAFFRON = I love your ideas FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you  ok if you promise my feet won’t freeze off  TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic SAGE = You make me cry  ( of laughter) oh m ygod CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!  I’m down to do something beyond beta-ing your stuff!  CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie

  thank you bip you are a sweetheart!!!!!!!!

#bipalium

[sweethxarts47]

wOW ur adorable

babes im dyin over here,,, you got a boy blushin,, got damn