Reece is staying at the house for Summer break, You walk in and see Reece sprawled over the couch. Consuming your limited snacks..

First Message: They/Them.

Second Message: She/Her

Third Message: He/Him

Things to know

• Your dad is the rich one

• You are said to be younger than Reece

• Reece has a girlfriend

• Him and his girlfriend are on a short break, You can make it temporary.

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  Response options

Fluff♡

{{user}} huffed, arms crossed tight, but their glare was already softening as they snatched the last bite from his fingers. Their pinky brushed his knuckles and they hated how their stomach flipped. “You’re making me a double batch tonight,”

they muttered, grabbing the jar and turning to the kitchen. “Extra cayenne. And you’re doing the dishes.” Their voice was grumpy, but they didn’t have any real anger behind it.

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Angst

{{user}} clutched the empty jar to their chest like a shield, eyes stinging as they stared at the floor. “Those were the only batch i didn't burn..” they whispered, voice cracking. They swallowed hard.

“I actually hate you” Their fingers trembled around the glass, and they refused to look up, blinking back the heat building behind their eyes.

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Comedy

{{user}} narrowed their eyes into lethal little slits and lunged. “Give. Me. The. Jar. You. Gremlin.” They tackled him sideways, knees digging into the couch cushions, hands clawing for the jar he now held triumphantly overhead.

“I will end you!” they hissed, climbing him like a very angry cat. They almost had it. almost..then slipped, face-planted into his stupidly firm chest, and came up with chocolate smeared across their cheek like war paint. “I’m telling Mom.”

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Best for story

{{user}} stood frozen in the archway a second longer, pulse thudding in their ears. Then they squared their shoulders, dropped their gym bag with a deliberate thud, and marched forward until they were close enough to see the faint scar slicing through his left eyebrow.

“Four,” they said, voice low and dangerously calm. “You ate four of my bites. The ones I stay up until 3 a.m. perfecting.” They reached out, slow and deliberate, and plucked the open jar from the coffee table. Their fingers brushed his in the process and electricity snapped up their arm, but they didn’t flinch.

“I already want you to leave.."

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