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paul dano isn’t just some white boy of the month to me he’s my friend

It do be like that

Damn

Dano!Riddler: G spot? Oh you mean gamestop hah yeah I know where that is

*Ed dying in (y/n)’s arms*

You: i love you, i always have!

Ed, rising from the dead: deadass?

Dano!Riddler: Oh my god, it’s (y/n)! I’m in love with them!

The Coffee Barista: Oh that’s so sweet! How long have you guys been going out?

Dano!Riddler: No we’re not going out. I’ve never even talked to them

Dano!Riddler, snuggling beside (y/n): You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re my star, the light in my darkest days.

You, jumping awake into a corner: You fucking bitch- I thought I locked the door?!

Dano!Riddler: The window was open.

Last Man Alive:

Table of Contents

I update every 4-5 days

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

||Edward Nashton x GN!Reader|| devoted to you ||

summary: from the very first time you decided to step foot into that café, Edward had been infatuated with you. He couldn’t help himself. He had to get to know you, to be in your presence and be KNOWN. be FAMILIAR. he did everything to know you, he daydreamed about you and him, entangled. Fingers locked. He knew all about you. That’s how he liked it. He fooled himself into believing you and him were REALLY in love. But you had no idea who he was until he decided to let himself be known to you.

Cw: mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, sexual content hinted at.

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As the Soft putter of The rain bellowed below onto the dark and foreboding place deemed Gotham, Edward Nashton sat quietly, hunched in his dingy and overcrowded apartment. His hair sticking to his rounded face, as he stared into his computer screen.

His clear glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he sat focused on the blinding screen, the light emitted from it being the only thing that illuminated his shadowy room. His lips curled into a heaving grin, his teeth busting through as he stared at the image. It was an image he acquired of you.

It was fresh to his collection and he couldn’t help but admire you as your blurry figure stood, admiring what had been below you, wrapped in your fingers. It was a letter. From him.

He cackled softly as he stared at it. He bit his chapped lip as he felt his body flare; and ignite with passion. Oh how he loved when you read his cards. He had been thoughtful, and he thought it showed.

Picking out cards he thought you would enjoy. Ones that through his secret alphabet, revealed how deep his passion burned. It was red hot, and scarlet, flaring as it flushed upon him, raining on him like the rain that proceeds throughout Gotham.

That’s how he felt the first time he saw you. When you had first stepped through the diners entrance, your hair matted and wet from the rain, your smile beaming through the desperation you felt to get to some sort of safety away from the thunder and rain. And then, you sat right next to him. Then right there, He felt something within him ignite that day. A hunger that never subsided, only grew to be progressively hungry.

A famished beast within him. At first, he didn’t know how to feel. Feel about the sweltering that grew raw within his chest. You looked at him, like no one else did. You stared at him with your glossed eyes, and Edward felt warm and welcomed to them. Being called in. Even as he sat there, his back curving to Shield his worn out diary; the pen staying stiff within his hand as he looked back at you. he smiled. And the best part was, you smiled back. Even then he knew that from then on, you and him were meant to be.

He wanted to crawl into bed beside you all those day you had wept and all those day when you were sick. He wanted to be near you, just like the first time he had saw you. He never saw you in the diner again but he always waited. Hoping you’d maybe one day come back. Even then he didn’t mind.

He knew where you went when you were absent. He watched you everyday. He knew when you woke up and when you went to sleep. He knew it all and he would rise when you did and fall when you fell, the moon shining down on you as you slept. He knew you like no one else. Your favorite music, your favorite food and more. He knew you better than you knew yourself even.

He loved you so much he even touched himself to the thought of just talking to you. His smiled always painted thin as his hand planted itself on his shaft. His lips shuddering as he whispered out your name, his body flaring again and again. He loved how you made him feel. But he felt as if he loved to much that it sickened him. He was beyond any normality and there was no-turning back. He ached and swelled in bliss. Just for you.

You sat waiting for response. There was nothing. He had ignored you again. You sighed softly, your eyes welting as tears slid from your puffed eyes. He ignored you again. How could he? Your fingers slipped around your phone as you attempted to call him. No response. You pulled your phone back frustrated as you angrily texted him a goodbye before you stood up.

Your mind racked with images of him tangled with someone else; an image of them strewn about a messed up bed as you attempted to focus on getting ready. You were going to get out. You needed the fresh air. You sniffled softly as you made your way towards the diner, unbeknownst to you edward followed your pursuit. Once he had realized you were going to the diner he did a blunt turn, slipping through an alleyway to make it there before you. He needed to be there before you. He needed to see if you’d sit with him.

When you arrived, your eyes scanned the booths. All filled. Your eyes then traveled to the counter at The front. The man you had saw the first time you were here was sitting, hunched over as always. You laughed slightly; assuming he was a regular. Slipping up beside him you looked over to him and decided to talk to him. Lord knows you needed some human interaction, especially after being locked inside your apartment everyday. You were horribly terrified to go out alone. It was all because of the letters you kept receiving from someone. The letters and cards resembled that of the riddlers work. It horrified you. You knew what the masked vigilante was capable of. Your hairs stood on end as you thought of it.

Edward had been watching you the whole time. Reading your expression; that of sadness mixed with some unthinkable fear. What could be causing your face to twist into one of dread? He didn’t know but he stared at you as you looked back at him. His eyes quickly evaded yours. He cursed himself for looking away. A perfect opportunity to stare into your eyes yet again, so up close and personal and yet he chickened out. Ashamed he sat as he scribbled at the crossword in front of him.

You cleared your throat making the male look up at you. You smiled as you attempted to make conversation.

“Gothams gloomy as always..”

Edward nodded slowly, pushing his specs up. Yet again Edward felt it. The festering obsession, building up and swelling within his chest, cracking up through his heart, to his face. His face curled into one of surprise. Looking at you from his shoulder as he responded.

“Gotham is quite the dark and unforgiving place isn’t it?”

You nodded into you cup, sipping as you cast your cup down.

“Indeed it is…my name is y/n, and you?”

Edward grinned as you told his name. He already knew your name. How silly of you to give it to him when you both knew eachother. He was elated to breathe the same air as you. He wanted to seep his love deep within your skin and allow it to grow, and plant itself in every part of your body.

He loved that you were playing this little game with him pretending you didn’t know him. He played along serenading it as he danced around it. He didn’t mind so long as you came rubbing against him, giving him the attention he desired.

“My name? My name…yes my name is…Edward…”

He answered truthfully. How could he lie anyways? You knew him and he knew you. It would be unfair to play his alter identity when you both were so close and played with one another. He watched as you smiled, extending your hand to him. He hesitated. He didn’t know why? He had craved to finally touch you for so long. So why now had his hand grown so clammy and stiff? He stayed like that for a brief stance, before slipping it into yours.

You smiled. You admired the males courage, despite his shy demeanor. He was odd, but his face and overall presentation was comforting enough to not make you uncomfortable nor distressed. His froggy and timid demeanor was inviting.

You studied his face, round and thin chapped lips, his wide green eyes that sat directly behind a shield of clear plastic and glass. His hair that stuck to his head, somewhat tamed. You admired his cute face, and his personality was somewhat cute. It almost made you forget that you were only here to get your mind off your now ex.

“Edward? I like that name. What brings you here? Is it me?”

You teased. Edward looked at you with a look of pure hunger. You knew him so well. He wanted to throw himself into a warm embrace, locking lips and wrapping his arms around you, but he contained himself. He loved to play your games.

He liked it just as much as his cards littered with riddles he loved to send you. He loved it almost as much as you. You were as warm and inviting as his riddles were. Yet you we’re also just as mysterious as them. Maybe that’s why he was so infatuated with you. Even if he thought he knew you he’d never fully know you or your thoughts. He’d never be able to dissect that wonderfully curated brain of yours. Never, which almost tortured him as much as the life that is, what he deemed his very own riddle.

Cruel and unwelcoming. But he never blamed you for that no. He couldn’t. That’s just how it was. And he had to play by the rules, and so he did. He slipped from his thoughts as he looked back at you.

“You caught me! in fact I’ve been following you around everyday.”

You stared at him, laughing the remark off. He was joking, it was apparent to you, just teasing you for the remark you had made. Of course it was a joke. But it rang true to your current situation, which sat with you. You ignored the feeling though, stirring the now cold coffee you had purchased.

“That’s funny you mention that. I’d been doing the same thing.”

Edward sat up slightly. His ears enjoyed what they had now just processed. They were delighted. They wanted to hear more. You liked him just as much as he liked you? Oh but of course, he knew this. Yet his chest couldn’t help but thump, thump loudly as his heart banged against it. He was never going to be over you. He was truly devoted to you. He’d never let you go.

“Oh? I…If that’s so…then…why don’t you come over? Since you’re so interested in me?”

You laughed it off slightly. The remark. Did he actually want you to come over? You hummed in response. Not saying anything as you ran the waitress over to you, paying and briefly scribbling on a napkin before you left. Edward stared at it, his body aching as he read what message you left for him.

“Hey Ed, why don’t you call me? Let’s have Lunch sometime?”

He giggled slightly, staring at your phone number. That was one thing he didn’t have. It was now in his possession. He grinned, shoving the napkins into his inner coat pocket, slipping out into the rain as he looked above, to the deep dark Gotham sky. He laughed, extending his arms out as the rain enveloped him. He love your little games. He loved it all. He was simply and utterly devoted to you.

AND THATS ALL FOLKS!! I haven’t wrote anything in awhile and I thought it was about time I finished one of my Edward fanfics I had on the back burner. I hope you enjoyed!

Edward: I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you

You: I just opened the door for you??

Edward: happy 2 minute anniversary

FOR YOUR 4K CELEBRATION!!

okay i’ll give you two options and you can choose one of them:

1. friends to lovers with my boy klitz

2. second chance with percy dolarhyde

i wuv u and im so proud of you🥰

uwu thank u sissy

yknow i HAD to indulge you and do your boy

Thank God Timothy Klitz had a driver's license.

The party sucked, if you were being honest, and that was before your crush rejected you. The humiliation of it, putting yourself out there only to be let down, had brought tears to your eyes, and you called the only person you could think to pick you up. "Tim?" you had said as he answered the phone; you hated using his last name like Eli and Matthew did, especially considering that he was as close to a brother as you'd ever have, and, to your knowledge, you were the only person who used his first name. "Can you come pick me up?"

The car was eerily silent as Tim drove you home, and you fiddled with the radio for a moment before slumping back in your seat and sighing. "Did something happen?" Tim asked. "You look sad."

You shrugged. "It's stupid," you said. "There was this game of spin the bottle, and it landed on Peter, and he laughed."

Tim was your best friend; he knew your infatuation with Peter. "Peter's a huge dick," Tim told you. "He doesn't deserve you."

"It just..." you sighed, and your bottom lip wobbled as you tried not to burst into tears. "It made me feel like nobody wants me, y'know? It hurts."

Tim sighed, and he reached over and took your hand in his. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "If you had spun that bottle and it landed on me, I wouldn't have laughed."

"Yeah, because you're not a dick," you laughed softly.

"I guess I'm not," Tim chuckled. "After all, it is one in the morning and I came and picked you up from a party. That's not very dick-ish."

"It's not," you agreed. You looked down at your hands, intertwined in your lap, his so much bigger than yours, and you mumbled, "Your hand is so big."

"Yours is small," Tim said. A beat passed, and then he let go of your hand, settling his back on the steering wheel, and you watched him, not fully understanding why you hated it.

"Why'd you let go?" you asked.

"Oh," Tim mumbled. "I thought you didn't like it."

"No," you said. "I did. I... Tim, I—"

"I really like you," Tim said quickly, reaching back and taking your hand again. "And I hate seeing you upset over some asshole, okay? You can hate me for it, but I just... I don't know. I have all these feelings and I don't know what to do with them. But I really like you."

"I like you too," you whispered. "I like you a lot."

Even in the dim light, you could see a red flush overtake Tim's face. "Good," he said. "Cool. That's, um, that's cool. Do you... Do you have a date to prom? M-Maybe do you wanna go with, um, with me?"

You smiled. "I'd love to go to prom with you, Tim."

Congrats on 4k!!!! For the blurb requests, I offer you this: fake relationship (that clearly both sides want to be a real one but they’re dumb) dealer’s choice!!

hmmm dealer's choice... i think i'm gonna choose good ole joby for this (also ig lemme put a warning for like. a little stalking. reader is being followed and asks joby to pretend to be your boyfriend)

"There you are!" you exclaimed. "God, baby, I've been looking for you everywhere!"

The man you pulled into a hug could not have been more of a stranger to you. He was just the first guy you saw standing outside the bar, half a cigarette between his fingers, and you decided on a whim that he would help you. Thankfully, accepted the hug you enveloped him in. Your heartbeat was rapid in your chest, though, and, as you embraced him, you settled your mouth next to his ear. "Please just help me," you whispered quickly. "Th-There's a man following me, please just play along."

The man in your arms wasted no time on hugging you back then, and he pressed a gentle kiss into your hair. "I've been here the whole time," he said, a little too loud, making sure your stalker could hear him. You pulled yourself out of the hug, and, in your peripheral vision, you watched the man that had been following you stop in his tracks. "Where were you?"

"I got held up at work," you sighed. You tugged yourself out of the hug and looked up at him, and you found the man that was your savior. He was tall and thin, wearing a leather jacket and jeans that didn't quite fit his slender frame, his hair long and dark. Thankfully, he held up the ruse, and he put his arms around your waist and held you close.

"I keep telling you to quit that stupid job," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You hate it so much, why stay there?"

"Jesus, this again," you giggled, and the man leaned down to swipe a kiss on your cheek. Faintly, you heard him whisper— "Joby"— and you added, "Joby, sweetheart, you know I can't quit, I've told you a million times."

"Make it a million and one," Joby replied with a smile. Joby was handsome, in the kind of way that could be improved with a shower and a change of clothes, but he was as good a choice as any to help you escape. "I just care about you, y'know? Want you to be happy and successful, all that good shit. You deserve it."

As Joby talked, the man who had been following you walked past down the street, throwing a dirty look to Joby, and you sighed as your bottom lip began to tremble. "C'mon, let's go inside," Joby said softly, his hand flat on your back. "I think you need a drink."

The bar wasn't nearly as crowded as you anticipated, and Joby led you to a small table. Your legs felt weak as he helped you sit down, and he said, "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah," you sniffled. "J-Just, he had been following me. Every street I turned down, he did the same, and I got scared. I-I'm sorry for dragging you into that—"

"Hey, hey," Joby said quickly, and he pushed your hair out of your face. "It's okay. I'm glad I could help. Do you need someone to drive you home? My car is just out front, I can take you home."

"No, no," you told him. "I'll be fine. Thank you, though."

Joby sat down across from you, taking back up a bottle of beer that had been sitting there. He obviously had only gotten up to smoke, and now he had returned with you. "No problem," he said. "Shit. That's scary. Fuck, I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "That stuff happens, y'know?" you mumbled.

Joby looked at for you for a moment, watched you sniffle, and he said, "Lemme get you that drink, and you can tell me all about that awful job you hate. Yeah?"

You chuckled a little, and Joby smiled. "Alright," you agreed. "One drink, just to say thank you."

Old monk maz koshia animation I made

~The Aftermath~ Klitz x gn!reader  (Chapter 1.5)

Summary: A follow-up to “A Strange Party!” This is just a mini chapter that basically explains what our mc (aka you!!) does directly after the events of chapter 1. 

Character: Klitz/Klitzy

Word Count: ~500

You woke up dazed. You could feel an aching pain in your head, and your legs wobbled as you tried to stand up. You looked around the room trying to recollect your memories. Your eyes fell upon the now messy bed, the navy sheets, sprawled about and wrinkled. Not wanting to be a bad guest, you begun to make the bed, but as you lifted the sheet to straighten it out you noticed something. There was a jacket hidden beneath the covers, it was one of those tan multi-pocketed jackets where you can fit all sorts of knick-knacks. You instantly recognized it. 

“Ohhhhhh fuck.” You remembered what had happened. The drinks, dragging Klitz upstairs, listening to him be all nerdy. And you remembered the kiss. A strange feeling washed over you, you were happy, giddy even. But you also felt a little sick to your stomach, what if you had done something to make him feel uncomfortable? I mean he wasn’t here anymore, maybe he left right after you had fallen asleep!

Before you could let your thoughts get the better of you, you heard your name being called from somewhere in the hallway. 

“Y/N? You up here?” Your friend yelled, maybe a little too loud. You winced at the sound, your headache still hadn’t gone away. You poked your head out the door. 

“I’m here! Are we leaving now?” 

“Yeah, Ellis was just about to drive off when I realized you were missing. She’s just starting the car now, lets hurry!” Your friend beckoned, rushing over to you. You looked back into the room. 

“Just one sec!” You said making your way over to the bed, “I just have to grab something.” You flung the jacket over your arm, and headed back. You and your friend made your way out into the cold night, Ellis was waiting for you two in the yard. 

“Finally you’re here, get in It’s already 2 am,” She shook her head. “This is why I don’t promise to drive people home.”

The car ride home was a blur. You spent it recalling the events of the night. You couldn’t get your mind off of Klitz, it was like your brain had lost all other functions. You didn’t even realize when Ellis pulled up in front of your place. 

“This is you Y/N. Y/N?” She waved her hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your daze. 

“Oh, yes, thank you Ellis! Sorry again for forcing you to drive me!” You said, rushing out of the car. You wanted to be alone as soon as possible.

As soon as you got upstairs you tossed the jacket down on your bed. You sat down next to it, like it was Klitz himself. And suddenly it hit you. You hadn’t bothered to look for Klitz after you woke up. You had just taken the jacket and left! You lay your head in your hands. How could you have messed up this bad. 

“Look on the bright side Y/N,” you said to yourself, “this gives you an excuse to talk to Klitz at school.” You were beginning to look forward to the next day. Planning out what to say in your head, you could feel yourself blushing, excited to see him again. 

Klitz Headcanons pt. 2 (The Girl Next Door)

he enjoys forehead kisses

hates the texture of peanut butter but loves the taste

he is allergic to oreos

can appreciate a blink 182 song every once in a while

carrots reminded him too much as penises as a child and now he refuses to eat them

klitz listens to evanescence when he gets upset

he has a re occurring pimple on his left elbow

klitz didn’t need glasses originally, he found his dad’s glasses and just started wearing them and his eyes eventually adjusted

the longest he’s gone without showering is six weeks

his favorite animal is a beaver

when it gets really hot out klitz will shave his armpits

he says its for comfort but eli teases him for it 

his favorite flavor of beef jerky is terryaki

a few years after high school, klitz was an extra on criminal minds season 1

he is afraid of the amish

he has considered selling feet pics for extra cash before, but he is too anxious his mother would find out

he has a lock of his baby hair hanging on a nail in his bedroom

he still doesn’t understand how a tampon works

his favorite socks are orange

he is too afraid to turn left on streets

he will turn as many rights as he needs to so he can avoid a left

that results in him sometimes going in circles

his cousin was a finalist on american idol and it gave him semi fame in his high school for about a week

he has a piss drawer

HATES WEEZER

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Well… since he’s asking so nicely ♡

Calling up the 80s ☎

this is canon

Make this bitch go ooga booga

Shitty Headcannon for SDJ, this dude would be the fuckin best person to do Halloween with. Just throw a sheet on him (assuming he is similar in physical properties to a ghost/it being implied he can control his forms somewhat).

Bro even better yet, just give him a cat to carry. Mf can just be a floating cat for Halloween!

This weeks art dump

Characters:Milo(pokemon),Star(svtfoe), and John Doe(John doe video game)😌❤

No one:

Y/n: *hasn’t showered for the past three days, sitting inside the gas station*

Doe:

bread dough

John Doe should be pepper sprayed on sight. (Guess who watching there back log of Love Manlybadasshero videos). Breaks the forth wall not in this house burn John.

You: Is something burning?

John Doe, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

You: John, the toaster is literally on fire.

You, sweating: John Doe, there’s something I need to ask you-

John Doe: Finally! You’re proposing!

You: How’d you know?

John Doe: You, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

John Doe: I even picked it up once.

You opened Doe's kiln, right?

Imagine Yandere!Dano!Riddler, forcefully breaking into your home with a deganged love confession breaking past his lips in the form of sobs and screams. For minutes, you were forced to listen to the ramblings of a deranged man, your legs wobbling as they threaten to give out. Fearful, of course, you're frantically looking for places to leave. Edward noticed this and looked down at you, asking you if you love him back with a tilted head. Frantically, and mustering up the best show of acting you could manage, you tell him exactly what you think he wants to hear. You love him, you adore him, and you open your arms to invite him to hug you. Still, you couldn't hold back the physical expressions of fear you were showing.

Still, in a moment he was practically crying into your chest in apparent happiness, expressing how happy he was to hear those three pretty words come from your mouth. But, sniffling against your neck, he told you he just needed to ask you one more thing. Stepping back a bit, a disturbing contrast from the joy he was just expressing meets you. His eyes were blank, dark even. Smile wiped clean off his face, he stared you down intently. Finally speaking, your stomach dropped at the question.

"Why are you lying to me?"

LOVE HOTEL

YANDERE KAMISATO AYATO

Synopsis: Ayato suggests that you two go to a love hotel, for just an experience, he said. [Modern AU]

Warning: May contain triggering content, implied sexual content, slight nudity, non-consensual touching, and a lot of underlying yandereness. Errors might be present, please do not mind them, enjoy!

He insisted it would be a favorable ordeal.

Just two colleagues wanting to experience some friendly intimacy, denial was at the tip of her tongue when he first mentioned it, his persuasive strategy is what had caused her to stand in front of the hotel, just wondering, how she consented and let him paddle the way. Running away didn't seem like a plausible alternative, now that he has her hand in a rigid clasp, gently dragging her inside.

It felt deplorable standing at the counter, with her behind him while he paid the sum in full, requesting a room, smiling at the employee with him still holding onto her wrist.

The pathway to their room was a fragment she'd find hard to forget, the few odd sounds here and there invaded her thoughts, the bright and cheerful place seeming like it was hiding something dark, she spoke in an attempt to get him to let her go.

While he paced ahead without a concern.

"Um... Can we go back, please? This place is making me uncomfortable." She timidly asked, dully aiming to pull her arm back, he didn't approve of her rebellion at the moment, replying with a stern tone.

"We've barely scratched the surface. Why return now after we decided we would do nothing more than view the place and leave." He side-eyed her, a smirk stretching once he connected the dots after seeing her face.

"If you are concerned about those noises, pay them no mind. I assure you, I have nothing of that sort planned." He replied.

"N-no I wasn't thinking about that, this seems like a place we shouldn't be, you know?"

He laughed, unable to mull over her words as they arrived at the room they were given the key to, the deluxe edition, it reads, unlocking the door and stepping in.

She breathed in the soft floral scent of lavender, pleasantly cold and commodious, the king-sized bed had a few towels and a booklet for some of the... More interesting items, she looked away, anxious and hyper to flee, if someone saw them, she wouldn't know how to deal with the rumours that will inevitably spread.

"Ahh!" Ayato mouthed, she jumped, glancing toward the male surveying the elegant ropes, muttering, "interesting..."

"Can we leave? We saw what it looks like, isn't that enough?" She pressured, nervously gazing at the many bounds he took out, he stared at her, saying, "most certainly not, there's much to explore, my dear friend."

She widened her eyes, advancing back, he appeared like he was enjoying her enactment, chuckling at her nonplused expression. She shortly asked, "what if someone saw us?" Worried by the amount of snooping questions she'll get if it ends up being the outcome.

"Please, I'm certain they will leave us alone. Besides, if that does happen, it will be... Interesting." He mused, curiously darting towards the closet and studying provided items, she stood, dumbfounded by his comeback but it wasn't unpredictable.

"For a top student, you sure do like to get into trouble. Whatever it is, leave me out of this." She said, hoping that it would yield her freedom, however, he promptly got up while holding a soft piece of fabric. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like to try this on?" He sang with a devilish smirk, she swallowed, glancing at the beautiful mirror to the right, the bra seemed pretty expensive and new, baby blue in hue and petite design.

"No, that's too... Revealing." She sheepishly finished. She shouldn't have eluded his gaze at the last moment.

"That's true. How about this night grown?" He said, showing a silky white short dress, with thin straps, she involuntarily shivered, shaking her head and saying, "we are not going to stay the night." She surmised, he grinned along tossing the lingerie onto the puffy mattress.

"Give me the keys, I'm leaving." She firmly stated, he shushed her, smiling at her amusing expressions, "please calm yourself, we are merely here to try these things out, you wouldn't waste the money I've spent, now would you?" He replied, thinking guilt-tripping her would suffice.

"I don't want to but I'm not comfortable. Would you please give me the keys?"

"Okay, I will, when you try this out?" He playfully taunted, moving the fabric closer to her, she stepped back, beginning her futile experiment at making him take back his words.

"I said no, can we leave?" She answered.

"Come on now, don't be that way. I promise I'll let you go after you've tried this on." He gently pressured her, and she waived, taking the textile and disappearing into the bathroom.

"Oh! And, please do show them to me before you leave." He announced as she lowered her bra straps.

"I will not!!" She retorted.

"Do remember I have the keys."

She groaned, looking herself in the mirror, entertaining the idea of sitting in the bathroom so she could pass time and thwart her friend, upon making herself feel safe by the wall, he seems to have conjectured her course of avoidance, as he loudly knocked on the door.

"You can't stay in there forever you know. The faster you come, the sooner we can go home."

She gulped, pursuing her lips and moving forward, repenting her indigent decision.

She opened the door.

Bending her head, glancing anywhere but his observing eyes, despite shunning the odd sensation it increased, his gaze was glued on her frame.

He smiled.

"You look beautiful." He confessed, emerging from his seat and drawing near her before she can gather her thoughts and step away.

"Although, you haven't quite tied the straps right, are you shy? We've been friends for so long, I thought we were long past that stage." He mumbled, close to her face, just an inch more and they could kiss.

"Are you perhaps denying the facts?" He whispered, slowly snaking his arms against her waist, getting her adjusted to his hold, pressing his fingers into her warm flesh, securing her in his grasp.

"We both have feelings for each other, it's undeniable. We care for one another more than we let on."

"Isn't that right?" He tenderly kissed her cheek.

He eventually relaxed his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in and out, caressing her sides, and then he grumbled, "you like suppressing a lot of things."

She froze.

"Would you mind indulging me in those?"

He griped, unclipping her bra.