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lemonlover1110 · 6 months

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Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x babysitter!f!Reader

Summary: After not hearing from Toji for some time, he requests your services again. Too bad you now have a boyfriend...

Warnings: MDNI, babysitter!Reader, Smut, Cheating, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (f. Receiving), Age Gap (Reader in 20s, Toji in 30s), Reader's Parents and Toji are friends, Cute baby Megumi is adorable, Reader literally cheats while her boyfriend is on FaceTime

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*practically a continuation of babysitting service but you don't have to read the first part to read this gsohgsoh

After babysitting for your parents’ friend, Toji, you leave for college again. You forget about your hookup just as fast as it happened, since you don’t really see Toji. You’re barely in town, and when you are, you don’t see him. He doesn’t call for your services again, which disappoints you momentarily, until you meet someone new.

This man isn’t just a hookup though. You spend almost every possible minute with each other and you go on dates. You’re happy with him, you swear he’s the man that you’ll marry. But sometimes you have to spend time away from each other so you don’t get sick of each other.

So once a month you go back home alone for the weekend since your university isn’t too far away. You usually lounge around in your home and be absolutely lazy. It’s a well earned break after studying so much– But this weekend your parents tell you that someone needs you to babysit. You pray that it’s some new neighbors or a friend that you’ve never met before since you doubt that you can handle seeing Toji again.

He creeps up in your mind sometimes, especially when you’re aroused. You hate how he comes into your mind when you’re having sex with your boyfriend. That’s the only time Toji comes into your mind. His touch still lingers on your skin even after so long. You’re convinced that Toji is just a hookup that you’ll never be able to forget, and you’ll compare every guy that you come across with him.

You’re disappointed when they mention Toji, and they can see the disappointment on your face, making them question why. Is Megumi a misbehaved kid or something? They’re taken back when you tell them quite the opposite, Megumi is great. You assure them that you’re fine, and you’re excited to take care of Megumi again.

When you get to his home, he’s ready to go on a date. He trusts you enough to know what to do since this isn’t your first time taking care of Megumi; maybe you feel a twinge of jealousy, and you feel unappreciated when the man doesn’t bother to look you up and down after you put on a special outfit simply for his admiration.

But you move on past it. You don’t spend more than five minutes with him before he’s gone, leaving you alone with Megumi. You put on a jacket to hide the rather revealing outfit choice for the night, and you focus your attention on the boy who wants to play some board games with you.

“Daddy sucks. He never wants to play.” Megumi shares when you set up the game. Megumi has no one else in the house, and the boy can’t teach the dogs how to play a board game. It’s not as fun since there’s only two of you, and he barely comprehends the game, but you enjoy yourself regardless.

You’re focused on the game so much that you don’t hear the front door open, and you’re startled when you catch a glimpse of Toji. You put your hand over your heart that beats at a rapid pace. You can’t help but ask, “Why are you here so early?”

“I forgot something.” Toji answers, and he’s about to head upstairs but his feet stop. He has the urge to go to the table and join you two, which is what he ends up doing. It’s sweet, and it brings a smile to your lips. Luckily, you’re not too into the game so he’s able to join without a problem.

His phone begins to ring, but he ignores it. He has bigger matters to attend to, like showing you two how he’s much better at the game. You have a feeling that it’s his date, and you feel bad for her for a moment. It doesn’t take too long for you to forget about her and focus on Toji and Megumi.

“Let’s order some food. What do you two want?” Toji offers, and Megumi shouts out what he wants for dinner, which makes you agree since you have no preference for anything at the moment. You continue playing until the food gets there.

You try to leave after eating since your service is clearly no longer needed, but Megumi asks you to watch a movie and you can’t refuse. His adorable little face doesn’t let you, so you stay to watch the movie until he falls asleep. Toji takes him to his room, and you pause the movie.

You doubt he wants you to stay considering the only reason you were here was to take care of Megumi– But he would’ve asked you to leave the moment he decided he wanted to play with his son. You grab your phone from your purse and look through it while you wait for Toji to come back. Toji holds a stack of cash when he walks back to the couch and he asks, “How much for tonight?”

“Hmm… I guess tonight is free since you did stay. It was easy.” You answer as you stand up from the couch. You sweetly smile at him, and you begin to walk towards the door. When you walk past him, his hand goes to your arm which forces you to stop. Your sweet smile turns to a smirk, and you try to disguise it.

“You’re not done here.” He says, and you try to act innocent.

“How so, Mr. Fushiguro? Megumi is asleep.” You respond. You bite down your lip as you try to read the look on his face. His hand goes to the zipper of the jacket that is far too big for you, and he pulls it down to show your rather revealing outfit.

“You know damn well.” He finally acknowledges the outfit that you put on for him, and you purse your lips together. It was only for teasing purposes, that’s what you remember. It’s the first time that you’re sad because you have a boyfriend, one that you adore more than anyone.

“I have a boyfriend, Mr. Fushiguro. If I’m right, what you’re implying is inappropriate.” You share, and you watch as the man furrows his eyebrows. A boyfriend has never stopped Toji before, and this won’t be a first.

“We can just make out a bit, nothing crazy.” Toji responds, and you tilt your head to the side. Toji raises his brow, “What? It’s just some kissing, does he think that’s cheating? Or would he be scared that I can do it better than him?”

You bite your tongue as you look Toji up and down. It is cheating. But maybe you’ll listen to him because your body begins to remember his every touch and you’re turning into putty at the mere thought of him touching you again. But you fight back the obscene thoughts that run through your head.

“It’s wrong, and it’d break his heart.” You say. A sly smirk comes to his lips.

“It wouldn’t break his heart if you don’t tell. How is he going to know? I’m not going to tell.” Toji tells you, taking two steps toward you before he looks down at you. He licks his lips before speaking lowly, “Just some kissing between two friends, a secret within us.”

“Are we friends though?” You ask, and he nods in response. His hands go down to your waist, and you know that with him it won’t stop just with kissing. He wouldn’t want to just kiss. “Can you stop at kissing?”

“Yeah.” He responds, and his lips go down to meet yours. You’re hesitant before kissing him back, but you give in. Your tongue enters his mouth and presses against his. Toji picks you up as the kiss deepens, and he carries you to the couch. He lays down on the couch and you lay on top of him, knee on either side of him. He doesn’t stop at mere kissing as his hands roam through your body, his hands squeezing your tits before they go under your skirt. He doesn’t really touch your pussy, just playing with the waistband of your panties.

You both hear a phone ring, but you ignore it as his tongue wanders around your mouth. The sound fades away, and Toji’s fingers begin to rub your clothed cunt. The last thought in your mind is your boyfriend, you’re about to let this happen again without a single problem.

The second time the phone rings, it irks Toji. It’s not his phone since he turned it off. He pulls away and orders, “Check who it is. They’re annoying.”

You do as he says, grabbing your phone and checking who’s calling. Guilt rushes through your body as you see the incoming facetime call from your boyfriend. You get completely off Toji and go to the armchair that’s in the living room, fixing yourself up before answering the call.

“Hey babe…” You try to be cheerful, putting a fake smile on your face. Toji clicks his tongue, and you pray that he doesn’t make his presence known. You watch through your peripheral vision as he gets off the couch and gets in front of you on his knees. “Sorry for not answering, I fell asleep. Waiting for this kid’s dad to get home.”

Toji smiles as your boyfriend assures you that it’s fine. Toji spreads your legs, pushing your panties to the side. You’re so close to hanging up the phone and asking Toji what the hell he’s doing since this is a bit more than just kissing– But he begins to kiss your cunt, and you never really specified. You’re not complaining.

His tongue licks up your folds, and you bite down on your lip for a moment. You try to continue having a normal conversation with your boyfriend, telling him about your weekend so far. Toji’s tongue begins to flick your clit.

Two of Toji’s fingers run through your folds, getting them wet with your slick before he pushes them in. His fingers are so thick and long, it causes a soft moan to leave your lips, and your boyfriend asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” You respond. You look down at Toji for a moment, and you see his mischievousness reflect in his eyes. He’s enjoying this. He loves hearing your boyfriend as he tastes you on his tongue. “How are you doing though? T-Tell me about your day.”

Toji’s mouth detaches, saliva connecting his tongue to your cunt. His thumb takes the place of his tongue. You have to bite down your lip to not moan as he makes you feel so good. Toji smirks before commenting, “You taste so good.”

“What was that?” Your boyfriend asks, and you could kill Toji.

“What was what?” You act confused, and you play it well enough for him to drop it. Toji tries not to chuckle as his mouth attaches to your clit again. Your hand goes to his hair and you push his head.

Toji makes it his mission to moan against your cunt, wanting your boyfriend to hear. You can’t risk it anymore, you have to smile, and you tell your boyfriend, “I have to go, babe. Megumi woke up.”

You hang up the phone before he can say anything and toss it to the side. You glare at Toji’s hair while his mouth works wonders, and his fingers hit every right spot in your cunt, “You’re a piece of shit.”

He can’t say anything, he can only hum on your cunt. He knows he’s a jerk, but that doesn’t stop you from moaning as he eats you out. You throw your head back as you feel pressure build up in your lower abdomen.

“Fuck– Toji.” You finally moan his name, and for once in his life he feels jealous that he doesn’t get to hear that every night. Your boyfriend lucked out– Even when you’re here cheating on him. Sure, Toji initiated it physically but you chose your outfit for a fucking reason.

“Shit, shit, shit! I’m gonna come.” You announce, your hand gripping the armchair. You see white as you reach your climax, and Toji moves his fingers in and out of you a couple of times before taking them out. His tongue keeps flicking your clit since he just can’t get enough of your taste on his tongue.

You have to pull him away from your overly sensitive clit, and Toji swears he could die a happy man. You come off your high and you frown, warning him,

“If you caused too much trouble, you’re going to be sorry.”

Toji has never wanted to be sorry in his life before, except now. You hate the smug look on his face, and you click your tongue, “You’re a fucking jerk.”

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natailiatulls07 · 22 days

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Can you do reader is Lando’s little sister and favourite but they barely see each other cause reader is at boarding school and she surprises him at the race. Also cameo of some other drivers too please.

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Summary - Request above xo

Warning - Like one swear one

During her last year of primary education, Cisca and Adam both sat their youngest child down and discussed the possibility of boarding school.

Both knew it would be hard for the whole family to separate. Yet they both also knew that it would make their lives a lot easier.

With Landos up and coming career in motorsport racing and the rest of their children's careers also slowly building up, neither parent wanted to deprive or abandon Y/n. So with her agreement, they enrolled her into a well reviewed and well known boarding school a few miles out of Bristol.

Laurence Crawford Boarding.

The first few days, of course she was homesick. Missing Lando more than anyone else in the family. Of course. But eventually Y/n made friends and was becoming more and more independent by the day.

“Hey Mum!” The young girl giggled down the phone. She was in her shared dorm with a few friends when Cisca called. “Annie! No stop! Ew!”

Cisca took note of her daughter's divided attention, taking an easy guess that she was hanging out with a few friends. “Hi sweetheart, am I calling at a bad time?” Even though neither could see each other, she had a warm and proud smile on her face just thinking about how far Y/n has come.

The innocent giggle down the phone grew quieter and quieter. Y/n was walking away from her friends. “Sorry mum, yeah I can talk. We were just having a games night in my dorm…” Ciscas heart just warmed, happy that her youngest child was growing up and maturing.

“Oh no worries, go and hang out with your friends! Have fun!” And with a couple goodbyes and a ‘I love you’ between the two, Y/n was back hanging out with her friends.

Unlike her younger years of boarding, Y/n hadn’t been home from school on the weekend in a long while. She couldn’t; especially with her exams quickly approaching, she was in her dorm studying and revising most weekends.

This meant the youngest Norris hadn’t seen her family in a few weeks. Of course she had spoken to them but hadn’t been home since the end of January, and they all understood why. It was harder for some to swallow that pill - well harder for one person particularly e.g Lando.

The Silverstone grand-prix was just around the corner and all he wanted was for his youngest sister to be there. Yeah it was selfish but he missed her, to be far the last time the two saw each other was early January. He missed her so much.

“Are you sure you can’t just take the exam early and then come and support me?” His rough voice rang through Y/n's phone whilst she was highlighting her revision. Lando wasn’t even trying to hide his annoyance.

A gentle laugh followed by a sigh was heard from Y/ns side of the call. “I’m sorry Lan…I can’t ask them to move the exam, it’s against the rules of the exam board…”

She didn’t have an exam that week actually, she was lying. Y/n was going to be in Silverstone that sunday. It’s just that Lando didn’t know, oh no it was a surprise.

What he thought was happening was that everyone else from his immediate family would be there, except Y/n.

Everyone was in on the surprise. All excited to see the pair reunited. Surprises were always one of the things the Norris family loved to do.

Y/n - Good luck today! I’ll be juggling revision and watching the race, I hope to hear our national anthem pleaseee Lando - Thank you angel, don’t wear yourself out Y/n - I should tell you the same thing

Lando thought she’d be tucked away in her dorm room whilst they were texting back and forth. A vast contrast to her current location; in the passenger seat of Oliver's car. The sun was shining through the windshield and down over her bare knees.

Y/n was wearing a white summer dress, some comfortable trainers and her signed mclaren 4 cap. Looking ready to spend the day in the British summer sun supporting one of her older brothers.

She was smirking. He really had no clue about this. “Okay so he thinks I’m still at school, oh my god I can’t wait!”

With her gcses, Y/n hadn’t been to a race in a long time and she missed it; watching from her dorm was not the same. In her dorm, she didn’t get that real excitement that would course through her like it would in the McLaren garage.

Looking over to Oliver, he was also smirking. Just remembering how he had to deal with Landos sulking and the clear signs that Y/n was by far his favorite. “Yeah he’s gonna be so happy when he sees you!”

Once they arrived, Y/n was quietly escorted through the back way to the McLaren garage. They couldn’t have the press ruining the surprise. Luckily for Y/n, her spot in the garage couldn’t be seen from anywhere Lando would be.

She stood between her parents whilst her other three siblings stood on either side Cisca and Adam. “I’m so excited!” When she was handed her headset, the girl got even more excited because she could hear her brother's voice through the radio.

He had yet to win his first grand prix and she hoped he would get to that top step of the podium, especially at his home race. And hopefully without him knowing she is here, he will focus on that exact outcome.

It was a hard race, lots of action and stress. Something Y/n liked, she hated a boring race - this sport was about racing, not riding cars in the same positions in several circles. But the most important thing to note from this race was the number four McLaren parked in front of the number one place in Parc Ferme.

The papaya garage was very much in celebrations, including the Norris family. Turning to face her mother with tears in her eyes, she noticed how Cisca also had tears in her eyes. “He did! He did!”

Adam, who is also over the moon with the win, takes her hand and starts to lead her over to the Parc Ferme to surprise the driver. Reaching the Parc Ferme they stand waiting amongst the McLaren staff and up against the barriers.

Lando pulls himself out of the car and makes his way to celebrate with his team. It’s only when he moves to give Adam a hug that he notices his little sister and he gasps.

“Y/n?” He can’t believe his eyes, he thought she was back in her boarding school revising.

Immediately the driver breaks from his father's embrace and races to collect Y/n in his arms. The two siblings were laughing and crying together. Finally reunited after a long time, in their opinions.

After a few seconds, Lando moves to collect her face in his hand gently - trying to see if his eyes are deceiving him, they weren’t. “I thought you had an exam!” He shouts over the cheers around the two of them.

Y/n just smirks cheekily and shakes her head. “Nope! Surprise!” Soon her smirk turns into a groan when Landos hand moves to mess up her hair, laughing breaking out between them once again.

Everyone saw. The cameras around Parc Ferme all broadcasting the reuniting of two siblings who just missed each other. “You’re such a little shit!”

Shrugging her shoulders, Y/n smiled. “Everyone was in on it! Our family loves a surprise!” So when Lando turned to look at his father, Adam just nodded - Happy to reunite two of his children.

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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The Perfect Moment

Summary: Your relationship was new and Charles was taking things slow as you wanted, but he was so desperate to kiss you he needed a little help from his brother, Arthur, as to how to make your first kiss special Rating: 16+. Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader Word Count : 2,300 - ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : FLUFFY so nothing real warning. Authors Note : Conversations would be in French however I'm not going to brutalise the French language as there's a lot of speech. Just go with it.

TO REMIND PEOPLE BECAUSE THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE COMMENTING ABOUT WANTING PART TWO'S.....A ONE SHOT MEANS ONE AND COMMENTING THAT YOU "NEED" A PART 2 IS RUDE AND I WILL START BLOCKING YOU!!!

It was a totally indescribable feeling watching an F1 race actually AT the track and even more indescribable watching it from inside the garage. There was a palpable excitement that buzzed throughout your entire body that never dissipated. From the second the lights went out straight to the end you were thoroughly thrilled. And perhaps the reason for that was because the same man that blessed you with this incredible experience was the man currently holding first position and was on his last lap. It was his first win of the season and it was a nice easy victory.

…And Charles Leclerc wins the Azerbaijan Grand Prix….

The garage erupted. It was Ferrari’s first win of the year and Charles had done phenomenal all weekend for them. Arthur - who you had been standing beside the whole race and had been interjecting in your ear with little bits of information, teaching you different terms and what Charles was doing inside the car - celebrated with you. Hugging you tightly and ordering you to come to the grid with him to celebrate with the team as Charles came into Park Ferme. As he began to pull you with him, you found yourself hesitating. You didn’t know if that would be ok with Charles. You weren’t confident he would want you there when he got out of the car and ran over to celebrate with his team.

See your relationship (if you could be so bold to actually call it that) was very new. This “thing” that was going on between you had only started during winter break. You had known him vaguely through friends for a while but he was always in a relationship. That was until the ‘22 season ended and you began to see reports he had split from his girlfriend and then she posted confirmation only a few days later. Almost simultaneously, Charles was sliding into your DM’s and you figured he had to have felt the energy between the both of you when you were around one another too. You didn’t want to be that girl that jumped in a bed before it was even cold so made him wait for your replies. You made sure he knew if he was coming after you he would have to go slow. Which, by all means, he was doing and doing it very well. It had been two month and he had played your long game. So when he invited you to come to Baku you knew he must have fallen pretty hard and you weren’t simply a rebound.

As you reached the team in their Ferrari red outfits, Arthur pushed you forward so you were at the barriers. “I shouldn’t be this close, he’ll want to see his team…” your pleas to Arthur fell on deaf ears as the roar from Charles’ Ferrari came rushing in-toward the P1 board in in front of you. You watched as Charles climbed out of the car and raised his arms in celebration. Photographers all clambering over each other to get their shots of him as he raised his arms above his head in elation. Then you kept watching as he ran toward the mechanics and team further down the barriers. You were ecstatic for him, proud even, but you were right. He wanted to celebrate with his team. And rightfully so seeing as they were the ones doing all the hard work. He walked away behind a big board thing which obscured him from your view to which you then had Arthur in your ear telling you this was were they went to get weighed after the race to make sure they know how much weight they lost and also so they’re not cheating and under the cars weight restrictions. As you listened to him you were a little worried that Charles might be annoyed with you for not staying in the garage. You were increasingly feeling like you had done the wrong thing so much you turned to Arthur and said you would feel more comfortable back in the garage instead of being so visible. Charles had made it clear to you how privacy was important to him and he didn’t want to subject you to anything yet. But Arthur stopped you and turned you around just in time for Charles to be walking over toward you. In fact he was making a B-line straight in your direction.

Now with his helmet off, hair a mess and a huge smile plastered across his lips you couldn’t help but smile at seeing him so happy. He was so self critical at times and really felt the lows of being a formula one driver, so seeing him so joyful was incredible.

Then it all seemed to happen in slow motion. His arms reached out, he pressed against the barrier and his hand went around to the back of your head as he pulled you into him and finally - after all of these months - kissed you.

The second Charles’ lips were on yours every single prior worry melted away and evaporated. Instead it was quickly replaced by a feeling of calm with a twinge of euphoria. There were multiple times over the past few months he could have kissed you - even more than just kiss if you hadn’t had such strong self control - but for some reason this moment seemed the most obvious choice and you were almost overcome as he glided his lips over yours. You moaned appreciatively. Which made Charles smile against you before he pulled back. The sudden loss of his gentle touch would have made you pout if you weren’t surrounded by so many people (and so many cameras).

“I’ve been waiting to do that.” He whispered in your ear and it made a broad smile appear across your face and you were sure you must have lit up. He reached behind you and fist bumped his younger brother while telling him “thank you”. “…plan worked.” Charles added before one of the broadcasting assistants was trying to heard him over for a post race interview.

As he walked away to have his moment of glory, you immediately swiped your head round to the youngest Leclerc. “What did he mean by “plan worked”?” Arthur stared at you with a shit eating grin and you had a feeling there was something he was hiding from you so gave him a prod in the side to urge him into spilling it. “I told him he should kiss you when he won today.” Your mouth parted slightly out of suspicious shock “It's why I wouldn’t let you stay in the garage. He needed to have you here.”

Charles had been chewing his brothers ear off all weekend and if this had been about any other subject than it was Arthur would have told his older brother to shut up by now. But the conversation was about the girl his brother had become more than obsessed with. He heard all about how Charles had been DM’ing you back and forth for weeks before he plucked up enough courage to ask you on a date and how he had never felt so relaxed and comfortable around a girl like you straight from the word go before. He spoke about you with such a beautiful honesty and pure adoration. Which was why it didn’t take a lot for Arthur to realise his brother was indeed madly in love. So when Charles recalled how he loved the way your nose sometimes crinkled when you laughed Arthur plonked himself down on the sofa of his brothers drivers room and asked him outright. “This is all very nice but have you done anything about it yet? Y’know…Kissed or?”

Charles whipped his head around and for a brief moment Arthur thought he was going to give him into trouble like he did when they were kids. But he didn't. “No.” He sounded defeated. “You’ve not even kissed her yet?” “No. We’re taking it slow.” “Yeah. There’s slow and then there’s turtle pace!” Arthur was positively shocked. He had never known Charles to be one to take it slow with a girl before. He was the one out of all of three of them that had the most game and no issues ever getting girls - mostly because his girlfriends were all in the same friendship circle so the fact you were not was a very welcome plus. But as he stared into the eyes of the older Leclerc, Arthur couldn’t believe Charles hadn’t even kissed you yet. Especially seeing as he knew he was a kiss on the first date to register compatibility type.

“It’s not that I don’t want to because….I do!” Charles flung his hands up in protest “I really, really do but I can’t tell when the moment is right? I don’t want to ambush her.” As Charles set about getting undressed to get into his fireproofs before his race suit Arthur pondered upon how he could help.

He sat for a while thinking of all the big grand gestures and schemes to help Charles “seal the deal” but he found each of them sort of, kinda, laughable. Taking her out on his yacht would scream “I’m Charles Leclerc, look at my money” while a hot air balloon ride would be sweet if Charles wouldn't have been hiding at the bottom of the basket with his eyes closed because he was scared of heights. It had to be something here, in Baku. She had flown all the way here so needed something to make all of her girlfriends at home jealous. But as Arthur wondered how easy it would be to organise a falconry session and private romantic dinner (which was a completely left field bizarre idea he found while googling “unique date ideas for Baku, Azerbaijan), Charles pulling on his race suit gave him the best idea of all.

“You have to do it here!” He gestured outside with enough startle to his voice Charles got a bit of a fright. “You have to kiss her here.” “In my drivers room?” Charles chuckled thinking how unromantic that would be. His drivers room was nice but not exactly the type of romantic place he had been thinking about. Arthur rubbed his eyes. For being the older brother Charles was so stupid sometimes. “No, the track, when you win.” Charles picked up a race boot but didn’t put it on immediately. He just sat and pondered about his little brothers proposal. At the track. When he wins. It gave him an excuse if it went badly - if she recoiled in horror and pushed him off. The rush and excitement of a win overcame him. But if it went well? If he kissed her and she liked it? If she kissed him back? It would be a pretty nice little bonus win. But as quickly as the thought of her lips on his breezed into his mind it was rushed back out as the reality hit him full on.

“I can’t. Cameras. I don’t want to do that to her, expose her like that.” Arthur understood what Charles was saying. He saw how crazy things were around him and how Charles’ fans tended to take things to the extremes but he told Charles to ignore it plenty of times before so he simply shrugged. “You can’t let them hold you back from living your life. You like her, she evidently likes you or she wouldn’t have come all the way here when you haven’t even kissed her yet….I say fuck it, kiss her after the race and get it done.” He sat back before adding “think of all the other things you can get on to afterwards.”

Charles walked back to the garage with his brother thinking about nothing other than winning until he saw her standing with a broad smile on her face as she pulled on a set of Ferrari headphones. She caught his eye as he walked past to get to the car and he felt himself melting. She was everything he had always wanted all wrapped up in one phenomenally hot package. He was just getting to head to the grid for the National Anthem when he grabbed Arthur by the arm and winked at him.

“Make sure she’s there, after the race.”

Arthur motioned toward the podiums and you spun around as they sprung into action and various different officials walked out for the trophy presentation. You had no idea if it was pride, lust or pure love that had overcame you but there was some emotion that you were feeling strongly (maybe even all three). Watching as they began the ceremony you wanted them to hurry up and get to Charles’ bit. Max Verstappen made his way to the podium and took third while George Russell took second. And then it was Charles. He strolled out with the biggest smile on his face and you knew you had helped contribute to put it there. You remembered how his lips felt on yours. How the kiss was strong and not weak. Those lips captured yours and didn’t let go until he absolutely had to. Fuck! It made your nervous butterflies flutter even harder thinking about it now than they did when it was happening. Kissing Charles was enough to make you feel like you were floating. The high was indescribable and perhaps, what you were feeling was exactly what Charles was feeling now as he lifted the trophy high above his head. While your national anthem played out across the race worn streets of Baku, you knew this precise moment was “it”. The moment you fell in love with Charles Leclerc and maybe, just maybe, you could call him your boyfriend now.

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godisshook · 1 year

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Movie Night

Zach was the best friend I could have. He was nice, a nerd just like me, and so so funny. One time, some bully tried to beat me up because I was gay, and Zach stood face to face with him and almost fought him if a teacher didn’t break them up before any fists could be thrown. He was the most genuine guy I knew, and when I found out we were both going to the same high school, I was overjoyed. He was incredibly driven, and despite him not being crazy smart, always was successful at anything he put his mind to.

Sometime during our sophomore year he started really getting into working out, and he was making some progress, but I would always joke that he was just a “muscular shrimp” to which he would usually reply, “At least I HAVE muscle.” And he wasn’t wrong, I was 5’7 and 115 pounds, not the most built individual, most definitely.

We were always hanging out until the pandemic hit later in sophomore year. All of a sudden we were home, and I couldn’t talk to my best friend like usual. We kept in touch through discord and would call each other almost every day after class. When Zach got a girlfriend our junior year, we stopped talking almost completely, and I had a breakdown. When we were back in class senior year, he had completely changed. His girlfriend cheated on him before the year started, and broke up with him three weeks before the first day of class. He started going to the gym a lot more it seemed and even took a firefighter course, which I thought was super cool, even if I would never say it to his face.

When we got back senior year, he looked completely different. A guy who was once 5’8 and only 130 pounds was now 6’2 and 185 pounds of pure muscle. He apologized for not talking to me for so long, saying that he needed time to just focus on himself, which I thought was bs but accepted because I still really valued him as a friend. In class, I would still joke with him, and he would welcome them, flexing as I said that his arms were too big, or he looked like a dorky jock if that was even possible.

The transition back made it so that we would alternate days going to class, and so we were still not seeing each other, but during one of his firefighting classes, I snuck in and attended with the teacher being none the wiser.

We also made a new tradition, a movie night over zoom. It was our way of still hanging out, even though we were busy and couldn’t just go to each other's places. I would constantly pick horror movies, and Zach would pick action every time. It was fun and allowed me to connect with my old buddy even as our lives became more hectic.

I noticed that as time passed, Zach became even more jock-ish, and would start calling me small and saying that he could easily lift me, which I took to great offense in a joking way of course. As we were watching Scream one night, I see Zach on my other monitor with his shirt off, flexing and looking straight at me. “What are you doing?” I say, looking at him incredulously. “Nothing.” he replied in a low tone. I shrug it off as him probably just being weird, and go back to finishing the movie.

I manage to sneak in a screenshot of him as he was doing it, and kept it in my camera roll for “blackmail.”

I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about that night the following week, and one day in class, while daydreaming, Zach interrupts my waking dream by saying, “Do you wanna come to my place for movie night this weekend?” I look up at him and reply, “Of course!” I felt as if the old days of our friendship were coming back, and was so excited to go. His parents were out of town, and this is the whole house would be empty aside from us two. We decide that it would be better if I just spent the whole weekend there, so packed a suitcase on Friday to bring over.

We played board games all day, and then went into playing Fortnite, which he hard carried me in, having to explain half of the game to me the whole time.

It was my turn to pick the movie again, and I wanted to pick Nightmare on Elm Street because I wanted him to see all the "classics." When I came back from a bathroom break, he said I had practically missed half the movie, to which I swiftly play-punched him in the shoulder, and then immediately regretted my decision as it felt like punching straight iron. Despite this, we start play fighting, but as I vastly underestimated his new strength, and vastly overestimated mine, I found myself pinned against the couch as both of my wrists were in his hands.

I look up at him, and as he stares back, I notice his sweatpants start to rise. As the shape of his cock takes form in his sweatpants, he begins taking off his jacket, and I rush to pull my shirt off. There's a mutual hunger, a horniness only created after years of knowing each other, and it was releasing itself tonight.

I rush to pull off his sweatpants, and begin sucking him off. "Fuckkkkkkk" he groans as I wrap my tongue around his shaft and start licking all over it. He pushes my head down on his cock as I gag, saying, "How do you like that?" "Itsthhh sooo guuuuddd" I say between breaths as his cock goes down my throat again. I had never seen him like this, it was like a beast took over him. He takes me and lifts me up, ripping my underwear and placing his cock into the hole he created in it.

He starts pushing me up and down on his cock as I'm on his chest, and every time he pulls me up he goes in for a kiss, a small bit of sweetness breaking through the roughness.

Slowly, he starts to walk upstairs, with me still being hoisted up, and with his dick in me. Every step up causes it to go deeper, and as he gets on the stair it comes out ever so slightly. I moan in pleasure as he does this, and he slaps my ass as I do. When we get to his bedroom, he throws me on the bed and rips off the shreds of underwear I had left.

He fucks me for what seemed like years, taking his massive cock and digging it all in my tight hole. It felt like it was going up into my chest, and I rolled my eyes back as he kept fucking. After the backshots, he turns me over and fucks me, hugging his body towards me, and sliding his dick in and out. His abs were grinding against my cock, and I came as he started pulling in and out of me quickly. With him going faster and faster, I felt his dick get warm in my ass, and soon he started to groan, and hot cum leaked from his dick into me, and he laid on my chest with his cock still in my ass.

As I was walking home commando, I couldn't help but think about how good it was, and texted him, "Where did you get THAT energy from?" to which he replied, "From wanting you since day one." I will admit, that made me blush. Zach was now my regular fuckbuddy, and the sex was mindblowing. I looked forward to our "movie nights" every week, and even though we would never make it through a movie again, at least I get good sex in exchange.

#muscle #nerd to jock #friends to lovers #jock tf #male transformation #muscle tf

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hughes-hischier · 9 months

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Adore You - Mark Estapa

Based on the song “Adore you” by Harry Styles :)

bowling date night with Mark and you can’t do anything but adore the man in front of you.

“You don’t have to say you love me, I just wanna tell you something. Lately you’ve been on my mind. Honey, I’d, I’d walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you. Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

You hear Mark come home after spending the day with the guys. Your puppy was barking like crazy while you could hear Mark saying hi to them.

He went to the lake with them while you and your friends went too but went home sooner. Mark stayed back to help everyone clean up.

Tonight was also date night. Almost every weekend was. No matter how late. It always happened no matter what.

“You ready, love?” Mark questioned walking into the room. “Almost…give me like five more minutes.” You say as you finish up washing your face. He smiles, while sitting down on the bed.

You and Mark went on dates almost every weekend. Either out to restaurants or just going to places like the bowling alley. The bowling alley was a personal favorite.

Seeing his face light up,as he smiles after making a strike. You couldn’t help but adore him. He was honestly the best boyfriend you can even remember having. He’s extremely sweet.

“All ready.” You take his hand, pressing a kiss into his fingers. While heading out the door Mark grabs his keys still not letting go of your hand.

The drive wasn’t to far. Mark mostly just talked about how we wanted to go to the beach again soon. He loves being out in the water. He sometimes reminds me of a man child. He gets so excited over the smallest things and it’s so adorable.

As we got to the bowling alley, we get our shoes and put our names into the board. Mark just put his as “stop sign” and you put yours “ts lover”. You and Mark always joked around with saying you were a puck bunny for him, even though you actually met Mark at a hockey game.

As the night continues, you and Mark were full of giggles and laughs. You loved nights like this. Practice and hockey free. Non of the team there. Just you and your favorite boy.

“LETS GO BABY!” Mark yells after making another strike. You giggle as he turns over all smiley. Mark sits down next to you and you put your head on his shoulder. “Wanna go get ice cream am after this?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You smiled. “We can finish this game up if you want, or we can go now. It’s up to you sweetheart.”

“We can go now if you want too.” You say turning to him. After you guys returned the shoes and got back to the car.

As the night went on it got pretty late. You and Mark were sitting outside of the ice cream shop. “The sky looks so pretty. All the stars…they are extremely bright.” You say while finishing your ice cream.

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yourusername i love you but maybe I love our puppy more 😁

markestapa the puppy ain’t even all that but I love you more THAN THE PUPPY. 🥲

^ edwards.73 aye don’t do my bud like that Estapa.

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hi sorry ik my posts have been rlly bad lately I have had no motivation whatsoever and anything I come up with I don’t like and I hide in my drafts but Lunas over and when she’s over she forces her motivation on me 🥲 (not rlly she just talks about writing and than I think of something)

But anyways me and her are doing face masks rn and listening to music and it’s 4am 😍 alr bye bye ilyg

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 1 year

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We're Shit Out of Luck, Munson

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Masterlist Part Two

Summary: You're excited to take a trip north to Steve's cabin with all your friends. That is, until you're snowed in alone with Eddie.

Word Count: ~10.5k (I'm sorry)

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Improper knowledge of how a fire stove works. Sort of strangers to lovers? One Bed Trope!!!

A/n: This took way longer than I'd like to admit. I just couldn't get it work, but I hope it's good enough now :) Please let me know your thoughts! Love hearing from you all, and thank you for reading <3

The wheels of Nancy’s car churned up snowy roads under drifting clouds and floating snowflakes from above. In the rumbling backseat of her car sat you in the back, your head leaning toward the window. She drove, her bracelets jingling whenever she turned the wheel, while Jonathan sat in the passenger seat.

Some Fleetwood Mac song played through the old speakers, your head bobbing along as your eyes danced along the white landscape leading your way north – away from Hawkins and away from regular day-to-day life for just a few days. The three of you were planning to meet Steve, Robin, and Eddie there for an extended weekend away at a rarely used cabin Steve’s family owned.

A knit hat hugged against your head, a heavy coat weighing along your body as you thought toward spending time with some you knew well – missing the days of standing doubled over again in laughter together every other day – and others you were excited to get to know better.

Like Robin, who Steve had talked endlessly about how great the two of you would get along – though he seemed to especially say it after you teased or annoyed him. Or maybe like Eddie, your face quirking just a little at the thought.

You didn’t have anything against him, though you had only met him once. But it was just that you weren’t someone who would climb on cafeteria tables like he did back in high school or speak the way he did. You weren’t sure just yet whether his unashamed self put you off or impressed you.

Once your body had begun to ache from sitting for so long, you leaned forward, pushing yourself past the supplies containing clothes, food, movie, board games to rest a hand along Nancy’s shoulder. “Hey, we’re almost there, right?” you asked, peering at the map stretched across Jonathan’s lap.

He cleared his throat, stretching his legs before muttering, “Yeah, we should be there soon. It’s at the end of the road after we turn onto Lake Street.”

“Oh, is there a lake? Maybe we’ll do some ice fishing,” you suggested, humor in your voice as you leaned back into your seat.

Nancy let out a soft laugh, raising her eyebrows in a “maybe” sort of gesture and glancing to Jonathan.

He merely put his hands up. “You two feel free, but I think I’ll stick inside with all of my fingers warm and still connected to my body.”

With a smile, you returned to the view outside, watching it slowly change from straight county roads to winding dirt ones with trees growing thicker on each side. Swaying branches dusted off snow with each passing breeze.

Old brakes squeaked as Nancy pulled the car next to the cabin. Just as you thought about where the others were, Nancy muttered, “They’re probably not getting here until dark, if it’s those three trying to leave on time.”

You put down “chronically late” into your mental descriptions of Eddie and Robin, imagining Steve standing next to the car and waiting for them like the mom he often acted as. Spending time with the kids sometimes required a small escape like this, or at least it certainly seemed from Nancy’s urging to get away from Mike.

She huffed while getting out, but you just took it as a chance to get first pick at the cabin rooms. Grabbing your bag and hauling along food, you walked to the door as Jonathan asked, “Are we sure this is the right place?”

Glancing down, you saw a snowy welcome mat that said, “Live, Laugh, Love” – you turned around and shouted a giggly “Oh yeah.” Though all laughing died down as you tried turning the knob to open it… but nothing. Of course.

“Hey Nancy,” you called back to her at the car’s trunk, “Did Steve happen to give you a key to getting into this thing?”

You pressed your coat closer against your chest, trying to shield yourself from the wind, though the noisy breeze did nothing to hide Nancy’s sigh. “No, he didn’t. He said they’d be here in time, so it’d be okay.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded at the solemn information. Your breaths out made swirling white in the air in front of you as your boots creaked down the wooden steps. You searched around for a window that could be propped open and crawled through, but most seemed too high off the ground. The others refused to budge, even with all three of you trying to pull. Either they were locked or frozen shut out here.

A thud sounded out when your head rested against the cabin, slowly coming to terms with the rocky start to the getaway. Instead, you all were left inside the car, intermittently turning the car on to get enough heat going without wasting all of the gas.

“Go fish,” Jonathan told you for what seemed like the hundredth time, making you mutter under your breath.

Your cursing only increased when Nancy asked you, “Got any eights?” You shoved your eight into her hands, ignoring her smug smile and ready to give up on this game. It’d been a couple rounds of her winning every single one.

All of your heads popped up at the same time as rumbling came from behind, eyes catching a large van pulling up on the other side of the front of the cabin. You breathed a sigh of relief at the unmistakable flowing hair of Steve through the passenger seat window after what felt like an hour. “Thank the lord,” you whispered before the three of you clambered out.

Nancy was the first to speak, her nose red like yours. “Steve, if you don’t open this cabin right now, we’re stealing it from you and locking you out.”

You guessed he would’ve had wide eyes and a surprised response, but he looked tired, nodding with a straight mouth. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, tossing the keys to her.

The wave and smile Steve your way had you returning them as you went to hug him quick. “You’re so lucky that’s all you’re getting from Nancy. Another half an hour, and you’d be getting much worse threats from me,” you laughed.

As you turned to grab your things and finally find a warm blanket or bed or shower – something – he sighed out, “Hey, don’t blame me. Eddie here woke up late and was supposed to be the one picking us up. But I appreciate your kindness.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s good to see you though.”

“Good to see you too,” you said, patting his shoulder. And you meant it. That contagious smile and corny jokes were well-missed by you.

Making your way inside with your things, you wrapped your arms around yourself and grumbled under your breath things about Eddie that certainly didn’t help in his favor toward impressing you.

Stomping off the snow from your boots and slipping them off, you rushed through toward the rooms. You found three, which it didn’t take much mental math to figure out it’d have to be two people per room. Jonathan and Nancy would take one of them, leaving you with Steve, Robin, or Eddie. In the moment, though, you didn’t care too much as you picked a room at random and muttered your way into the bathroom with fresh clothes for a hot shower.

The steaming water dripped along your body, slowly warming your frigid fingers and toes. A long breath emptied from your lungs toward the smooth shower tiles, sending a warm shiver through your body. You weren’t sure how long had passed before you eventually turned the shower off, the leaky shower head dripping water droplets over and over again as you stepped out and dressed.

You exited the bathroom expecting your bags to be right on the bed where you had set them. You had no reason to expect otherwise, until you were met with the chaotic sight in front of you.

Technically, your things were still where you had set them, but they – along with the rest of the bed, most of the floor, the wooden dresser – were covered in clothes, candy wrappers, toiletries, and… were those mini figurines? You only took one step into the room, making the floor creak below you, before a wild wave of hair popped up from the other side of the bed.

Wide eyes stared into yours, big brown ones that nearly made you forget about the mess. That is until Eddie spoke up. “I uh, lost my Walkman. Tryin’ to find it before I go insane listening to their music.” He motioned his head toward the door with an unamused look on his face.

Listening for a beat, you heard music coming from the living room – which seemed to be “Material Girl” playing. Nodding, you looked around while asking, “Are you sleeping here?”

Eddie still rummaged through his bag as he muttered, “By the time I got in this woodsy cabin, everywhere else had been picked, and Robin was already nearly started the place on fire trying to start the wood stove before Nancy stepped in. So I guess?” He turned to you then. “Are we roomies?”

Between his lateness that caused you to sit in the car and freeze your ass off and having to now dig your things out from his mess, you pressed your mouth tight while thinking of your options. “I’ll be right back,” you told him, flashing a flat smile.

You didn’t give him time to answer before you left, seeking out Steve. You found him in the kitchen unpacking some of the refrigerated food. Walking right next to him, giving him a sweet look, you helped him put away some things.

His sigh filled the quiet space between you two. “What is it?”

“Have I ever told you how good your hair looks, Steve?” you asked.

“Of course. Now, what do you want?”

Groaning, you whispered, “I did not sign up for having Eddie Munson as my ‘snowy getaway’ roommate. Please switch with him. Or with me, I’m sure Robin is better.” You looked at her laughing in the living room while watching Nancy try to teach Jonathan to dance, unsuccessfully.

Steve let out a breathy laugh. “If you find uncontrollable snoring and sleep talking better, then maybe. But I already promised Robin I’d room with her. And you have those freezing fingers that I don’t want to wake up with on my back.”

“I promise I won’t do that, even if you are the greatest furnace I’ve ever known,” you begged.

He looked at you, stopping his unpacking and tilted his head. “What’s wrong with Eddie as your roommate? He’s not all that bad.”

You glanced back to your room to make sure he wasn’t listening. “I’m sure he’s not, but he’s been in there for two minutes and already trashed it. And I’m not exactly the type to share a bed with a stranger.”

“Well you could just talk to him. Or get to know him so you’re not strangers,” he offered, glancing toward the room. Your eyes followed, seeing that Eddie was walking out. You had meant what you said, that he wasn’t terrible – maybe you’d even like his sense of humor or laidback personality. But you already liked the rings wrapped around his fingers and the crinkles around his eyes – and all of that mixed with having to lay mere inches from him all night had you hesitating.

You quickly gritted out, “He could just sleep on the couch though” while bringing a smile to your face as Eddie approached.

Steve looked the same, leaning over to whisper, “Or you could.”

You’d seen the couch, a fancy one that looked as if it hadn’t ever been sat on. Your back hurt from just thinking about using it as a bed. There were no other quiet protests you could give before Eddie made it to you two, the chain on his jeans jingling with each step.

“Harrington, you seen a Walkman around here or in the van?”

Steve shook his head, sending his hair swishing along his face. “I’m sure you just missed it when shoving nearly everything you own into a single bag, Munson.”

“Except for extra underwear. I did forget those,” Eddie said with a sad sort of grin, though it turned happy at seeing your twisted face. “Just messing with you, roomie. Though I did forget toothpaste.” He pretended to bat his eyelashes, silently begging for you to share yours and only stopping once you gave in.

His hand patted Steve’s shoulder before walking away to ask the others whether they’d seen his Walkman. With a tight mouth, you just looked at Steve with pleading eyes.

“He can borrow some of mine,” he offered.

You leaned your head against his shoulder in a silent “thank you” before making your way back to the room, planning to unearth your bag to settle in. To your surprise, most of Eddie’s things were cleaned up – or at least shoved to one side of the bed, which you appreciated as you opened up your bag, putting away your things into the drawers.

This was okay. You’d only spend the nights in here, and that was only part of the day. You’d be having fun elsewhere the rest of this time out in the snow or sitting among friends in a nice cabin. This was still going to be a great getaway, no matter what came.

“Oh shit.”

Your head jerked up at the sound, your heart sinking for a moment at hearing Steve say those words. The music quieted down a little, sure someone had turned it down at the outburst. Making your way back, you found everyone else staring at Steve as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Anyone seen the packs of beer?” he asked, his voice low like he already knew the answer.

At everyone shaking their heads, Robin spoke up. “I thought you were bringing them.”

He nodded, putting his other hand on his hip – his classic mom pose. “Yeah, yeah I was. Except they’re back at my house, just sitting on the counter,” he sighed out. “I forgot them when running out of the house when Eddie pulled up.”

Groans echoed out in the space, a quiet “Way to go, Steve” from Robin joining them.

“Well, how about a trip into town? That could be nice,” Nancy offered, clasping her hands together. “Grab some beer, check out the stores too.”

Jonathan peered out the window, pulling open the blinds. “It’s stopped snowing for a bit. Is it supposed to pick back up?”

You shrugged your shoulders like the others, none of you having bothered to check the forecast. “I’m sure it’s fine. Let’s get this road trip going,” Robin said with a toothy grin.

“We already had a road trip,” you said with a laugh.

“Well, a mini road trip then. Maybe there’s a Family Video there, Steve. We could use our double employee discount to get The Apartment for basically free.”

“Robin, you’ve already seen that literally a hundred times,” he responded.

“But not a hundred and one times.”

You smiled at the sigh he gave as opened up his hand to Nancy. “I can drive.”

Nancy nodded, digging out her car keys before throwing them to him. Most of the others started making their way to the door. Though it wasn’t snowing, you weren’t yet ready to weather the cold so soon again.

“I might stick back here, if that’s okay. Stay warm for a little longer,” you told them, giving a small smile.

“Want us to pick you up anything?” Robin asked as she shoved a winter hat on her head.

You waved them off, happy enough to just have the place to yourself for a bit of quiet before everything got going. But your body stilled when Robin turned to look past you, asking, “What about you, Eddie?”

“Besides beer? Nah, I’m good,” his voice sounded. You began to chew on the inside of your cheek, suddenly debating on joining the group after all. Your chances of relaxing went down to zero, instead launching in the other direction of keeping you on edge.

But Steve gave you a pointed look, as if telling you to stay and get along with Eddie. Between his flared nostrils and a breeze pushing through as the front door opened, a fresh wave of frigid air coming through, you just swallowed hard and nodded. You gave them a wave and locked the door after they left, soon watching it pull away.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you slowly turned around, preparing yourself to say something to the near-stranger you shared this cabin (and bed) with. But all you saw was the tail-end of the towel sticking out of Eddie’s back pocket as he walked into the shared room, calling back, “Taking a shower” right before the door shut.

Standing in the middle of the cabin, staring at the space where Eddie had just been, your stomach twisted. This wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought. Leaving you with the empty rooms of the rest of the place, you grabbed a snack from the kitchen and the book you’d left on the counter. Taking a blanket thrown over the back of the uncomfortable-looking couch, you sat in a La-Z-Boy next to it, tucking your feet under yourself. You weren’t sure how many pages you made it through before leaning your head back and slowly drifting off into sleep, the crackling of the fire and winds gusting outside weighing on your eyelids.

–

The second Eddie shut that door to shower, his mouth opened in a silent scream as his palms came up to his face. Only once he started the shower did he release a groan, fingers coming up to wind through his hair. He trashed the room of one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen? God, he must’ve looked so dumb and selfish looking for his Walkman.

Where did he put that damn thing anyway?

And he saw the way you talked with Steve right after, probably begging him to switch rooms. A sharp pang ran through his chest thinking of you running to mother hen Steve to tattle on Eddie – all spiraling because he’d forgotten to set his alarm last night. He deserved a little slack, right?

He would’ve tried to make a better introduction if he knew he’d be meeting you. He was sure someone had mentioned it earlier, but after hours of listening to whatever Steve and Robin deemed “music” in his van before being unable to escape it even here, his mind wasn’t altogether there.

He’d stayed back from the beer run to shelter from more musical soundtracks, but he hadn’t expected you to stay too. So here he was, standing in the bathroom, head resting against the tiled wall as he thought of the least annoying way to share this room – or at least not make you hate him during this weekend.

Eddie’s shower burned against his skin, scalding water dripping down him and washing away the bad start. The curls of his hair grew heavier as he washed it. At least this place had hot water.

As he dried off and dressed, his lungs filled deep with breaths and emptied them fully, preparing himself to face you again. Silently opening the door, squeezing his dripping hair with a towel, he padded across the floor back and forth for a while. He wasn’t sure how long he’d spent arguing with himself on how maybe hash this out, occasionally taking breaks to tidy his things further – maybe that’d help? As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, he threw down his towel he’d somehow picked up again to find you and fix this. And find you he did.

His breaths grew much shallower, quieter, at seeing you curled up in that plush chair, blanket and book resting against your body. Though he knew if you woke up to see him staring at you, there was no way you’d stop hating him. But your chest rose and fell in even waves, your eyelids twitching once in a while, your fingers intertwined with one another. And as he was about to turn around and go back into the room to leave you asleep and content – without him – his eyes returned to yours one last time to find them already staring at him.

–

The scream you let out rang through the air, echoed by expletives from Eddie. Hand clutched to your chest, you gritted out, “Why were you staring at me? You scared the shit out of me!”

His teeth clenched together, eyes wide, as he nearly yelled, “You? You scared the shit out of me. Jesus… just came out to check on you, got a fucking heart attack instead.”

Eyebrows screwed downward, you replied, “Is that how you check on people? By staring at them until they wake up?”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes, though not quite as menacing as it could have been. “I’ll leave you out here to die next time, sweetheart.”

“Die? From what? The only thing that’s made me fear for my life was finding a mysterious man standing over me,” you scoffed, a hint of an incredulous smile across your face.

That made his face change, a growing smirk replacing his grimace. “Ah, so you think I’m mysterious,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. He’d changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants, and your eyes flicked down to his forearms more than once. And maybe at the way his damp hair curled against his shoulders.

“Mysterious like a man wearing a trenchcoat at the end of an alleyway, maybe,” you told him with a hint of laughter in your voice, your gaze rising up to see his face screwed tight.

“Yeah, well at least–”

Whatever retort Eddie had fell flat as the phone rang right next to you. Your gaze went between it and Eddie’s for a brief moment before you threw off the blanket and your book just as he scrambled to it as well. But your hand reached it first, your other pushing him away from getting it.

Your fingers grasped the handle, rasping into it, “Hello?”

“He- hello? Can you hear us?” The voice crackled through the receiver, though it sounded familiar. But Eddie by your side whispered, “Who is it?”

“Robin?” you asked, ignoring him.

“Hey!”

“Where are you all? You’ve been gone awhile,” you said, though only guessing from how much darker it seemed outside.

“Oh yeah, about that. We’re in the middle of butt-fuc– Hey!” The sound of rustling and distant voices talking over one another on the other end erupted into your ear before Nancy’s voice came into focus.

“Still there?” she asked, a bit out of breath.

“Still here, Nance,” a smile evident in your voice.

She huffed out a breath before speaking up again. “We’re stuck here in town. Snow blocked my car in while we were shopping – we can’t get it unstuck no matter what we try–” More noise comes from behind before Nancy’s voice comes from farther away as she says, “We are not using Steve for traction.”

You assumed she said that to Robin, and you’d laugh if you weren’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nancy let out a long sigh. “No one can come get out to us today… or even a few days if the storm stays this bad.”

Your eyebrows lowered into a deep valley. “Storm?” you asked. You craned your neck toward the nearest window, unable to see much outside with the sun far down now. As you did, you caught Eddie’s face in the reflection looking stern, making you turn to him.

He waved a hand at you, mouthing something that you only caught every other word of. You mouthed back “What?” but held up a finger as Nancy began speaking again – leaving Eddie with his arms crossed and jaw tightening.

“Yeah. Ugh, I was stupid not to check beforehand. But we’re not making it back tonight.”

“Not at all?” You knew the question didn’t quite make sense, but your eyes flicked to Eddie for a moment, your heart crawling up your throat. All it did was make him whisper-yell at you to tell him what was happening. “What about all of your things here?” you asked, your voice much quieter. There was no way they’d be able to walk all the way back, especially if this snowstorm was as bad as she was saying.

You could practically hear the frustration laced through Nancy’s words. “After we walk to the one motel this town has, we’re going to buy toiletries and things. We’ll try again tomorrow and call you, but in the meantime, are you two okay by yourselves? I know you and Eddie don’t know each other too well.”

Glancing at Eddie again brought his patience to an end, his legs bringing him to your side and holding the receiver between both of your heads to listen. The proximity of his body so close to you all of a sudden had you stepping back, eyes merely blinking at him as you tried to answer, but the way he looked at you didn’t make words come any easier. Eventually, you let out, “Uh, yeah, we should be okay. We brought enough food to last us.”

His gaze held yours, his eyebrows raising high at your words. He mouthed, “Why?” but Nancy responded first.

“Good, good. Okay,” she breathed out, “Sorry about all this, but we’ll hopefully see you tomorrow then.”

You didn’t think Eddie’s face could’ve twisted further in confusion, but you were mistaken. “Yeah, see you, Nance,” you said, your own voice feeling distant from where your mind was at. The line clicked to an end after saying goodbye, the receiver falling limply with your hand.

Before you could even collect your thoughts, Eddie spat out, “Can you finally tell me what the hell is going on?”

Your head jerked back just an inch before your eyes rolled. This was going to be a longer weekend than you ever thought. Instead of answering him, you walked to the cabin’s front door, pulling it open carefully so the wind didn’t fling it off its hinges. Standing there, gazing out into the world, you felt Eddie’s feet walk across the floor until they stopped next to you.

With the front porch lights illuminating the way, you could see heavy flakes pelting down onto growing piles of snow. It wasn’t nearly as much of a surprise as to how their car had gotten buried so fast after seeing how much snow blanketed the world.

“They’re stuck – staying in town tonight,” you finally muttered. “They’re shit out of luck.”

He rubbed a hand down his face, fingers tangling in his hair as a groan rumbled up his throat. “No, we’re shit out of luck. Jesus.”

Despite the view of endless stars littering the sky, goosebumps started littering your skin. Your hands grasped the door handle and pushed it shut and locked before resting your head against the thick wood.

“Well,” Eddie said from behind, making you turn and watch him shift from one foot to the other, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “At least we don’t have to share a bed anymore.”

You let out a mostly unamused snort, lifting your head to shake it back and forth. “That’s the least of your problems. They had all the beer.”

“Shit…”

–

The two of you had nearly started a fire and a fistfight in the kitchen while trying to make a late-night dinner. This cabin felt ancient, none of the appliances working how either of you thought they would. Eddie tried to come in to help, hoping it’d mend some sort of relationship between the two of you, but he ended up pulling off one of the dials. Instead, while he piled up logs high into the wood stove for the night, not knowing if any of what he was doing was right, you rummaged through food to make a couple sandwiches.

In silence, you two sat at a creaky dining table and ate a meal that wouldn’t fill you up and that would have you searching for snacks in the middle of the night. But he was having dinner with you, trying to not stare at you too much – though, part of him thought “How could he not?” There was a way you spoke, lived, breathed that had him strangely captivated and wanting to know more.

“So…” he started saying in between bites of his surprisingly delicious sandwich, “do you forgive me yet for scaring you?” He tried to sound sincere, but a wry smile rose along his cheeks.

Tilting your head, you told him, “Might be my memory, but I don’t quite remember you apologizing for it, Eddie.”

As his name rolled off your tongue, he couldn’t stop his face from flushing for a second. But his grin came back almost immediately. “Think it’s your memory then.”

“While how about you refresh it for me,” you said, looking at him expectantly. The crackling of the fire filled the air between you, its heat wrapping around his body while you waited.

A few emotions crossed his face, determining the right way to do this, before he finally said, “Sorry about it.” He shrugged. “Not sure you could blame me for staring me for staring at you, though I didn’t realize you were so jumpy.”

Eddie’s throat felt tighter as he swallowed down the risk he took to say that, but he’d say it a million more times if it meant to see the way you paused, your face turning shy as you looked away.

“See…” you said, your voice returning to you as you pointed at him with your sandwich, “I don’t think that’s a very good apology. Not sure why it’d make me forgive you.”

“It came from my heart.” His hand came to rest on his chest, right above his heart with a solid thump. His fingertips felt the way it beat just a bit too fast for his liking. His apology wasn’t good, but it got you to talk to him some more, and that felt like enough.

Flat-toned, you told him, “Sounds like you should go to a cardiologist, cause your heart gives shit apologies.”

Dramatically, he pretended to stab a stake through his chest. “Great, now you’ve wounded me.”

“Clean up dinner and I’ll forgive you, okay?” You stood up with a smile you tried to hold back, only moving to the living room once he wordlessly nodded. “Thanks.”

He felt glad you weren’t watching at how fast he put the few ingredients away and tidied up the table. He glanced at you while you gathered up your things, your face a bit shyer as you approached him.

“Gonna get ready and head to bed. See you in the morning, yeah?” you said, making a pang hit his chest in a way that left him confused and nearly breathless.

“Yeah, sleep well,” he muttered, hands back in his pockets and playing with the coins left in there.

Standing in the cabin alone as your door shut, only accompanied by the hot fire and chilling winds outside, had Eddie walking to bed with too-loud thoughts. Had he won you over? The way his body seemed to care so much about the answer to that question didn’t help his tiredness as he climbed into bed.

–

Despite the constantly creaking house under the harsh force of the storm’s wind, the night passed quietly at first, only accompanied by your occasional tossing and turning. You went to Steve and Robin’s bed that night, leaving Eddie in the one you were supposed to share with him. You thought of your friends and hopefully what plans they had in store for all of you once they made it back tomorrow.

Robin had a million movie recommendations for the group to watch. Nancy brought games for you all to play. Mostly, you just wanted to catch up with everyone that you hadn’t seen in awhile, happy to finally find a time to be together, but look where you were…

Sleep came and went, and came and went again until you woke up a few hours later with a chill climbing up your spine. Your weary blinks barely did anything, the room soaked in dark. Though if you had been able to see, you would’ve expected to see your breath billow out into the air.

How did it get so cold? Squeezing your eyes shut, you willed yourself to curl tighter against yourself and fall back asleep. But it evaded you, slipping away through chilled fingers and goosebump flesh.

No part of your body agreed, but you slid out of the bed with a blanket wrapped around you. Your feet curled against the cold floor as you made your way to the fire stove, doing your best to not run into anything.

In the dark, you could spot the last embers in the fire stove still dying out. Shit, you hadn’t been paying attention to where Steve’s family kept the logs. While searching in the dark for a light switch or the logs, pain erupted through your toe as you stubbed it against something.

A subdued groan stuck in your throat, one hand over your mouth while the other went to your toe as you bent down. Breaths came from your nose in rough bursts, the cold air only making the pain worse.

Feeling around, you vaguely recognized what you ran into as Eddie’s bag he’d brought out at some point last night. You silently cursed him before making your way to his room, exhaustion fueled by the cold weighing on your eyelids and shoulders, slowing you down.

Fingers wrapped tight around the blanket still, you knocked on his door once, twice, three times… you lost count when he didn’t answer. Fed up, you creaked the door open and whispered, “Eddie?”

Only once you repeated his name louder did he stir, his mouth releasing a groan from beneath the sheets.

“Hey, Munson. Where’s the firewood?” you asked, walking closer to him.

His hand came up to rub at his eyes. “Jesus,” he mumbled, “it’s freezing in here.”

He couldn’t see you roll your eyes, but that didn’t stop you. “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. The wood stove burned out, where’s more firewood?”

“I used the last of it when I filled it. Thought it’d last us awhile.”

You didn’t want to absolutely lose it on Eddie, but the heat of your frustration felt welcome in your cold body. “You used the last of the firewood in a winter storm? Are you trying to get us killed?”

He sighed out, “I’m sure there’s more somewhere.”

“Where?”

“How should I know?” he asked, sleep still laced through all of his words. You envied him and wanted to strangle him. “We can look in the morning or call Harrington, okay?”

“And what, do we freeze until then?” you asked, pulling your arms in closer to your body. You weren’t sure you had enough layers to last you that long.

Shifting himself over, Eddie offered, “You could join me to share body heat or whatever, or you could leave. Either way, I’m falling asleep in the next 60 seconds.”

Your face twisted, nails digging into the softness of your blanket. Part of you wondered whether freezing during the night would’ve been better than sharing a bed with Eddie, the first thing you tried to avoid after getting here.

But his hand flopped over near you, and you could feel the warmth of him washing onto your thigh. With a final shiver through your spine that you blamed on the cold and nothing else, you grumbled, “Let me in. And watch your hands.”

He held up his hands as if to show you he wouldn’t dare, not that you really expected him to. Climbing into the bed, your body relished in being near him. Your tired muscles loosened with the heat as you curled against him while he laid on his back.

“Shit!” Eddie nearly yelped as your cold feet accidentally brushed against the skin of his legs.

“Oh suck it up and warm me, Munson.” You pressed closer to him still despite his protests, and despite the nerves firing inside you. Your blanket stayed wrapped around you like a burrito, acting as a barrier between your bodies at least a little bit. Maybe it’d be enough to let you fall asleep without overthinking all of this.

But the blanket constricted your upper half, so as you wiggled against Eddie to get comfortable, you brought your arm across his chest. Hoping that didn’t go too far, you began to ask him, “Is this oka– are you not wearing a shirt?”

Pulling back a bit, you tried to look him in the eye… and maybe lower. But the darkness obscured any glimpse.

“Got warm when going to bed. Shirt’s somewhere on the floor. S’that okay?” For once, his voice sounded void of teasing. Instead, you could tell he angled his head to try and get a look at you as well.

Settling back against him, laying your head against his shoulder and pressing your body to his, you nodded. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.” Was it okay? Your fingers rested along his ribs and unable to get the feeling of his bare chest out of your body’s memory.

The weight of his hand resting against your back and the slight tickle of his wild hair brushing along your face warmed more than just your skin. All of this breathed intimate, made you close in more than a physical way.

“Good night, Eddie,” you whispered. Your body began to relax as the chill left in favor of the blooming warmth he provided you.

Against your head, he whispered back, “Good night, sweetheart.”

You thought sleep would be impossible while wrapped together with him, and while calling you those pet names, but the comfort of your breath falling in line with his had you tipping toward exhaustion. And though you seemed to be bursting with thoughts and questions, Eddie had vowed to go back to bed soon, so you shut your eyes to let him sleep, falling into unconsciousness within moments.

–

Eddie did not fall asleep soon, not even close to the 60 seconds that he had told you. Not with you snuggled this close to him, your soft breath sliding against his skin with each exhale. He was sure you’d fallen asleep then, little noises sounding from the back of your throat kept his mind racing and his body all too aware of yours.

When your thumb had rubbed back and forth along his skin, his brain went blank then burst back online when his stomach tingled. Did he really have god damn butterflies from that? At least it seemed he’d won you back over from pure annoyance to mild tolerance.

He hadn’t told you, but he’d been cold too. Eddie absolutely wouldn’t have told you about the way his heart lept into his mouth when asking you to stay in the bed together. Or how wide his smile had gotten when you actually said yes. Each time you twitched, he feared you had gotten cold again or had some bad dream. But there you stayed, in his arms.

No part of him could tell what time it was by the time his tingling nerves finally settled and warmed. Dipping toward unconsciousness, he knew he’d sleep better than he had in a long time. And he did, with you pulled tight against him and refusing to let go.

–

The sun peeked its body up above the horizon. Light streaming in painted the frosting swirls adorning the window in a rainbow of shades. The absolute silence out here in the winter felt welcome against your ears. Through everything this trip had brought, at least you had time to sleep in.

And Eddie took full advantage of that. As your eyes blinked open, you found him out cold – but he certainly didn’t feel cold. The first thing touching your awareness was the feeling of Eddie pressed against your back, the rising of his chest and pounding of his heartbeat. His arm wrapped across your ribs and came to rest his hand on top of yours.

Silently, a soft smile rose on your face as his nose nuzzled against the back of your neck. Who knew he loved to cuddle so much? As each quiet minute passed, you seemed to care less and less about the minor ways he had annoyed you through this trip so far. Well, not completely – but at least this was nicer than bickering with him or being stuck outside.

Despite the chill still in the air, your body ached to stand and stretch. As you slipped from Eddie’s grasp, you glanced back at him. In the morning light drifting past the curtains, you could get a better look at him. But only a short one, not wanting a repeat of what he’d done to you yesterday. Facing you, your gaze took longer than you’d like to escape from staring at his arms and chest or how his hair cascaded across his face and onto the skin of his shoulders.

He had nice shoulders.

Shaking your head, you opened the door to let him continue resting, which apparently he really needed. While he slept in through most of the morning, you’d managed to make breakfast, get washed up and ready for the day (and covered in many, many layers) and actually read this time – with the record player on its lowest volume. Through the busyness of work and college, you found it hard to capture (let alone appreciate) moments like these anymore.

You’d checked outside again and again to see whether the snow had miraculously melted since you last looked. But each time you pulled back the curtains, the blanket across the land still sat there – though snow continued to fall, it drifted slower now. Its quiet and undisturbed body looked peaceful, comforting in a way despite everything.

Though not unwelcome, the soft air broke once the phone rang. With quick footsteps, you went to it and picked up, rushing out, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Nancy again,” the voice on the other side breathed through the receiver.

Maybe you should’ve asked how she was or how she slept, you skipped past any pleasantries. “Any good news?” you asked.

The sigh Nance let out told you the answer before her words did. “Wish I had some. Everywhere within a hundred miles is facing exactly what we are. No one’s getting anywhere for a bit, barely even plows.”

You swallowed down a deep groan, your fingers tightening around the phone. “There’s no way you’re getting here today?”

“Maybe, if we’re lucky. I’m sorry.” And she did sound sorry, but she was the one stuck in a motel room in a tiny town buried in snow.

“Don’t worry… I’m sorry you’re roomin’ it in that motel for the time being. And with those two children,” you laughed out, breathing easier when hearing Nancy’s laugh too. You vaguely heard her say something else, but you turned to look at Eddie’s room to see the door open.

Your eyes roamed across his sleepy state as he walked toward you, the back of his hand coming up to rub against his eye as he yawned. His hair laid at odd angles, the curls raining down on a faded Judas Priest shirt he now wore, which hung down onto a pair of black sweatpants. You couldn’t quite look away, a warmth in your chest at seeing him in such a state. Only hearing your name through the phone brings you back.

“Sorry Nance, what was that?” you ask, shaking your head and keeping your gaze elsewhere.

“Just wishing you luck on your extended vacation with Eddie,” she said, a slight humor in her voice, almost as if she knew what just went through your head.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see – maybe she could apparently, or you were just that obvious – but you followed up with, “Yeah, good luck too. Keep us updated?”

“Of course,” she said, and your mouth pressed tight. Perhaps from missing out on this time with her or perhaps from the impending conversation with Eddie in a second.

“Oh wait!” you said louder, “Please ask Steve where the extra firewood is. We’ve burnt through it.”

Nancy mused out loud, “We should’ve had one of you there when he explained all this. One second, I’ll ask.” You imagined her whispering to Steve while Robin was still asleep.

While sounds of shifting and moving went through the background, you watched as Eddie grabbed the blanket you’d been using on the couch and wrapped himself in a burrito. You turned away to hide your smile, thankful Nancy came back.

“Hey, he says it’s out back in a log rack. And that you only need to put some in the stove at a time, not too many or it’ll burn out faster,” she explained to you.

You thanked her, and the click of putting the receiver back echoed through the room. A silence settled before Eddie finally asked, “They on their way back yet?”

Leaning back against the kitchen counter, you angled toward him as you answered, “Uh, no. Quite the opposite, actually. There’s a small chance they get back today.” Gesturing to the window with the head, you followed with, “Snow’s probably not stopping soon.”

You allowed yourself to glance back at him while he looked past the curtains, knocking his head against the glass with a groan. “This storm has a vengeance against my quest for beer.”

Letting a laugh out through your nose caused him to stare at you, eyebrows furrowing in a way to ask you what was so funny. Shrugging, you told him, “You certainly have a flair for dramatics.”

He crossed his arms as he stood tall. “Maybe you’re not being dramatic enough. We’re stuck here for a whole weekend.”

With wide eyes, you asked, “Oh, having to stay here with me calls for melodrama and agony?” Eddie’s face looked hesitant, even speechless for a second, until you were unable to hold back your smile anymore.

His eyes roll back, his usual demeanor coming back quickly. “You’re the one that didn’t want to share a bed with me, sweetheart.”

Your fingers came to pick at the hem of your shirt, eyes drifting downward. Your grin fell, throat tight as you struggled to explain yourself. “I, uh…”

His shrug followed with, “S’alright. We made up for it last night.” He let out a small laugh, one that didn’t quite ease your embarrassment. “Where’s this firewood though? Freezing my tits off here.”

That did get a giggle from you and let your shoulders ease a little. If Steve were here, he’d give you an “I told you so” about communication or whatever, but you were just glad Eddie wasn’t too upset.

Still, you couldn’t stop your sigh as you told him, “Firewood’s out back in some log rack apparently.”

Raising his eyebrows and pulling his blanket tighter, all he offered was, “Well, good luck. Have fun with that. I’ll be here to warm you up again when you get back.”

“Ahh… no. You’re the reason it burned out in the middle of the night. So if anyone is going out by themselves, it’s you, Munson.” You crossed your arms, letting the silence grow louder as you two stared each other down.

“Fine! We’ll both go,” Eddie gritted out, shuffling back to his room. You slipped on boots, a hat (or two), gloves, and your coat. You were plenty tired of the all too familiar chill aching through your body.

But as Eddie came back out, you barely contained an explosive laugh at seeing him covered up. A ratty sweatshirt bulged against him, clear that he wore many layers beneath it. And he at least had on two pairs of pants.

“Not one word,” he muttered, about to grab his shoes when you convinced him to wear Steve’s boots he’d left here. You also spent too long forcing him to put on a hat – it would “ruin this perfect hairdo” he told you, but you won out.

You were sure the two of you resembled young children bundled up and unable to move well by the time you opened up the front door. The porch allowed you to open it at all, unlike the back door that had a growing wall of snow barricading it.

Both of your boots crunched as you walked around the cabin. Despite trying to shield your face from the wind that seemed to come from every direction, the view you had certainly didn’t get old. Thick trees weighed down with fresh snow all spanning for miles, looking like a scene out of an old Christmas movie.

Nearing the other side, you spotted a rack with a tarp over it, sure to be piled high with logs. Your freezing fingers clenched at the promise of warmth soon. Just as you were about to look for the logs, you felt a thud against your back along with muffled laughter. Eyes narrowed and jaw tight, you turned around to see Eddie very obviously looking away from you, pretending nothing happened – like he didn’t just pelt you with a snowball.

But in his act, he didn’t see you bend down to form your own snowball between your gloved hands. Packing it tight, you pulled back your arm and let it fly, hitting him square in the chest as he turned toward you at the last second.

There was no stopping the shit-eating grin on your face at his mouth dropping open or the way his gaze steeled. The look pierced past all the ridiculous layers, making you feel a little less cold out there. The way his head tilted to the side, awaiting him to make some cocky comment that’d have you internally stuttering – it kept you still, even as he bent down.

“Oh, you are so fucked,” he told you, packing another snowball.

He had no idea how right he was.

The second he stood back up with his ammo, your legs took off in the other direction, feet slipping through the snow as you ran from him. Though the icy air sharpened against your face, your grin stayed, now accompanied by uncontrollable laughter as Eddie chased you.

Rounding the next side of the house, you slipped around the corner to press against the wall, hiding from his view. His own laughter grew louder as he followed, making your teeth sink into your lip to stop from letting out any noise.

As he ran full speed around the corner, which wasn’t that fast in knee deep snow that wormed its way into your boots, you jumped out at him. Your hands landed on his shoulders with a slap, forcing a scream from his throat and his hand to release the snowball.

But he flew back in surprise, his legs tangling with yours and bringing you both down into the sea of snow. White powder billowed up and around your bodies, some of it wiggling into your exposed neck and wrists.

And yet, you weren’t complaining as you landed with your body pressed against Eddie’s, half of your chest on top of his – your faces only a breath apart.

Perhaps you should’ve scrambled back, apologized, or even laughed at him for screaming, but you admired the snowflakes littering his dark hair like constellations against a night sky. Then you glanced to the soft red covering his cheeks and nose, sure that it came from the cold but hoped it grew from something more.

Eddie’s breathing rose and fell beneath you, pressing close and then all too far a second later. You thought you might’ve caught his doe eyes glancing toward your mouth, yours doing just the same, but as he shifted closer, more snow dipped on the back of his neck and down his coat.

“Shit!” he yelled, flying up to try and shake it out, breaking whatever had held you two together for that all too brief moment.

You sat there with a smile, watching him scramble to rid himself of the quickly melting snow. Letting out a long sigh, you stood up and waited until he calmed before nodding your head back toward the logs.

Moment broken indeed as you began to sweat trying to grab as many logs in your arms as possible – no part of you wanting to trudge back out here. Between the two of you, there stood (balanced precariously, really) a sizable amount of logs to fuel the wood stove for a while.

Your body felt a little lighter as the layers of clothes dropped to the floor, your cold cheeks beginning to warm up back inside and out of the wind. This time, you loaded the logs and set the stove ablaze, declaring the spot directly in front as yours for the next half hour.

Eddie, of course, had none of that. He plopped himself next to you, pressed against your side – claiming “it had the most heat, stop hogging it.”

You didn’t stop, not when the still-warming skin of your arm goosebumped as it touched his. The veins running along his forearm occupied most of your thoughts while you two sat there in silence, only interrupted by occasional complaining of a different body part being cold and cursing of this storm.

“You warmed up?” Eddie asked, turning his head to look at you.

If you turned to him, you’d get caught up in the deep brown of his eyes or how soft his lips looked, so continued staring at the flames in front of you. You’d been plenty warm for some time now, but if you told him that, then you’d have to leave his side.

But before you could speak, he brought a hand up to scratch at his neck as he continued, “Cause I was thinking we could watch one of those movies Robin brought.”

Oh, that you could do. “Yeah. You can pick, I’ll go search for that popcorn Nancy put somewhere,” you said, getting up and finding it before he noticed how scattered your brain was becoming.

The TV came to life as kernels popped in the pan you shook on the stove. As you watched each one burst, the nerves of being with Eddie settled back in your body, sleeping against your spine. This weekend hadn’t gone as any of you expected, especially not with seeing this near stranger as cute, charming even – not that you’d tell him that.

And rather than watch The Apartment as planned, you realized you didn’t want Eddie to be a stranger anymore. So you pestered him with questions, not that he seemed bothered. You loved hearing about Uncle Wayne and the auto shop Eddie worked at, or his D&D campaign he was planning at the moment. Not with that smile when you told him about your family, friends, and how work was going. He even vowed to fight your annoying coworker if he ever saw him in public – like you had promised to check out Corroded Coffin when you made it back.

“Like, I know we fight literal demons in our game, but are you sure Tanner isn’t one of them? I mean, who falls asleep in the only bathroom? And locks it!” Eddie said, shaking his head as he filled his mouth with more popcorn.

“Right?” you said in between salty bites, “But as long he doesn’t show up at The Hideout, I’m coming for your show next month.”

And you’d give him a million more promises if it meant making that look spread across his face again – excited grin, cheeks squishing up to make his shining eyes shut. Wow. Maybe you’d put too many logs in, the air feeling much warmer now.

But it was easy, so surprisingly simple to spend the day with Eddie. He played you some of his favorite songs while you both laid on the ground, heads next to each other but feet pointing opposite directions. Every time he bopped his head to the beats, his hair brushed against you. The way his hands shot up to play an imaginary guitar and softly mouth the lyrics had you holding back giggles.

This time, he tried making you dinner. And he did make a surprisingly good plate of pasta – without burning the whole place down. While eating, he nodded along to what you said as if every word quenched some sort of thirst he had for listening to you, for learning everything there was about you. He had this air about him of confidence, but past that, in those soft moments, you saw him settle into a quieter form of himself – one that calmed you too.

And reaching the end of the night, you awaited his question. Whether you’d be staying in his bed again. The fire was fixed; it’d stay lit throughout the night. But the two of you threw on another movie, maybe just so you didn’t have to confront that just yet in case you would separate ways. Your eyelids drooped and you yawned so hard it shook through your body. And that tiredness made your decision just a little easier.

“Hey,” Eddie whispered, resting his hand on your arm and shaking it gently. “Let’s get to bed, alright?”

Your head had drifted down until it rested against his shoulder, so it ruffled his shirt as you gave him a few sleepy nods. Shutting the TV off, he grabbed your hand and led you toward the bedrooms. As he slowed at the split between the two doorways, you kept shuffling your feet, pulling him into his room. Not bothering with getting ready, afraid it would break the unspoken moment between you two, you climbed into the bed and took the leap, holding out your arm as he had the night before.

–

God, he took the space next to you so quick. But he kept his movements gentle, not wanting to rock you out of your sleepy state in case it woke you from this dream you’d created. Eddie settled in, wrapping himself around you and under the covers. Jesus, he spent all night working up a way to ask you for this.

A deep sigh loosened from his lungs that you had done it instead. Maybe it’d been the way your eyes lit up whenever he made you laugh before they shut as you turned breathless, clutching your stomach. Or how excited you got talking about your favorite show at the time, your hands flying through the air.

It’s not that you were intimidating, but you sure made him feel intimidated – nervous that he’d say the wrong thing and make that beautiful smile drop. But it didn’t. He could still see it in the faint light coming from the hallway, and it only grew as he pressed his body against yours.

Eddie really wanted to stay awake, on purpose this time. To enjoy this time as he stroked a thumb along the soft skin of your hip peeking out from under your shirt. But your heartbeat pumped against him, your breath made his fall in line to yours like a steady conductor – leading him right into sleep along with you. And he followed you without question.

–

It was in the late morning that you it happened, it finally came together. Half-awake, you laid your arm on the one wrapped along your stomach. It pulled against you, bringing you closer to the chest behind you. You weren’t yet aware enough to recognize that you weren’t dreaming, that it was Eddie also on the cusp of sleep holding you.

Not until did his lips connect to the point where your neck slopes into your shoulder did your eyes shoot open, any bit of tiredness inside you disappearing in a moment. Your head turned back to look at him, seeing his own eyes shut before also blinking open at your sudden movement.

He glanced between where he’d just kissed and your face, a blush rising to his cheeks as his mouth opened and closed wordlessly. “I, uh… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, um…” he stammered out before pulling his arm and scooting back until no part of him touched you anymore.

You’d done it – you’d broken the tension in the ugliest way, and you felt cold without him there. Turning to fully face him, you rambled to try to fix this in some way. “No, no, it’s okay. Don’t be sorry, really I should be the one sorry for taking your bed and forcing you to sleep next to me–”

“You didn’t force me–”

“But it’s really okay because it was cold that first night and so it made sense. And we both weren’t really awake just now, and–” You’d gotten up now to pace, unable to look him in the eyes anymore. You didn’t want that extra space between you, but he’d done it first and maybe that’s what he actually wanted.

–

Shit. Shit. Shit. How could he kiss you in his sleep? What a god damn idiot. Though he understood why he did it, watching you pace and float through the room like some angel he felt undeserved to kiss.

–

As you glanced at him for just a second, you saw the way his fists squeezed the blanket between his fingers. Oh, how could you have been so stupid to misinterpret things, and now you’ve made him uncomfortable.

Taking a long breath, you finished with, “I’m sorry, Eddie.” Your hand clasped onto your other one as you shifted from foot to foot.

With a hand rubbing down his face, he shook his head. “I’m the one that kissed you, and you’re apologizing,” he laughed out. “I didn’t mean to do that, especially without asking or something first, Jesus.”

You barely heard his next words that he spoke to himself, but your ears held on to every word. “Maybe my subconscious had gotten into my thoughts…”

Your teeth dug into the inside of your cheek as you contemplated your next sentence, the rabid butterflies ravaging your stomach. Pursing your lips, you quietly asked, “So… you would have wanted to do that if we were both awake?”

And his face shot up, those eyes the color of melting chocolate meeting yours. He climbed from his side of the bed, shuffling toward you – one of his steps for every three of your racing heartbeats. “Yeah, of course. But I didn’t even ask if you wanted that…” he said, leaving his unspoken question hang in the air.

Fighting the smile trying to rise up, you said, “So, you should probably ask then, Munson.” And the kind light shining from his eyes turned brighter into a tall flame threatening to burn you both. There it was, that cocky way he had.

His hand reached to grab yours, giving it a squeeze before he finally said it. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered, gaze unsure of where to stay, definitely your mouth it seemed.

You tried to come up with a million different ways to say yes, to tell him that you couldn’t stand another second without him being pressed against you again. As your mouth opened, a creaking noise came from the front of the cabin, followed by voices.

“We’re alive!” Steve shouted as the group walked through the door and stomped off snow from their shoes. Other words shot through the air, destroying the haven the two of you had made. Dropping your forehead against Eddie’s, you sighed out a breathless “Yes” that fell flat against his cheek.

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Fuckin’ Harrington.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading. Reblogging and commenting make my day (and make me love you), so I’d love to hear what you thought! <3

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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TUBBO ; colors

summary ; the world is mostly black and white until you meet your soulmate

warnings & mentions ; language, cheesey end, reader is described to get overstimulated and nonverbal in very excited situations, set in mix like late 2021 around bench trio meetup

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1.5k

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Meeting up with your friends in real life was like the plot to a corny fanfiction to you. It was so unbelievable, yet true now.

You'd been hoping and planning to make a trip over with Ranboo, but each time, something had gone wrong. Whether it be problems meeting at the same airport or having scheduled other important things prior, school, etcetera. It never seemed to work out until now. Ranboo already got to the UK yesterday, considering you guys sadly couldn't get tickets together so close to the departure date.

Boarding that plane was maybe the scariest thing you've ever done.

The anxiety courses adrenaline through your veins, causing you to nearly stumble over yourself.

The world had been desaturated for as long as you could remember. At least you could enjoy your video games, being in full color. God, it was almost yesterday that Tommy and Tubbo were teaching you all the colors you didn't know yet. It was like training a toddler.

Thank God screens were out of bounds of this weird infection thing. You didn't know what to call if. You loved color, you loved every shade of every color, really. It was that sense of driving out somewhere you don't go often, and you stare out the window to take everything in.

As you sit in your seat, your leg bounces rapidly, your carry-on backpack resting at your feet. You look out the window, seeing one of the wings up in front of you a couple of seats as you mumble to yourself.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, I hate this already"

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Finally, after the longest, and probably most turbulent, flight of your life, you step out into the world, seeing the outside of Brighton airport and it's parking lot. Phil would be here soon to come pick you up, running late due to traffic.

You sit on a bench outside the building, next to the front doors with your nearly month's worth of luggage around you. Your backpack was filled with your laptop, other device needs, and some clothes and hygiene things. Your suitcase, thankfully big enough, heald all your clothes.

You see Phil wave out his window as he pulls up to the curb, shouting a happy hello. You stuff your things in the trunk with Phil's and Tommy's bags, also planning to stay down near Tubbo's at least for the weekend. You then hop in the passenger's seat, being jumpscared by Tommy who was hiding in the back seat.

"Holy shit!"

Tommy laughs, and Phil tries his best to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "Don't scare them to death, Tommy, please"

"Are you so excited right now?" The blonde asks you, you reply with a happy, silent nod, becoming overstimulated already due to the happiness and the chaotic nature of Tommy already, driving you nonverbal. The jet lag and tiredness also did some damage on you, being teleported to a new time zone.

"They're wearing red!" He smiles, "You're wearing red, we're all triplet-ing!"

You all laugh and giggle, which you assume the two were both wearing red. Tommy was wearing his usual red baseball shirt, and Phil had a supposedly red sweatshirt on.

Phil drives you three all the way down to Tubbo's house, maybe an hour of driving max. When you step out of the car and move the seat forward to let Tommy out, you're greeted with a warm hug from behind, gifted from Tubbo.

"Hi! Oh my fucking God, I can't believe you're here!" He smiles, jumping a bit as he looks up at you.

"Hi!" You smile, doing the same as him, wrapping him in another hug just to make sure he was real.

Ranboo, Aimsey, Billzo, and Freddie stand a few feet away, then wrap you guys in a group hug, Tommy and Philza included.

When you open your eyes, now not engulfed by your friends, the world around you was now painted with color. Tubbo's hoodie was painted a nice forest green color, you saw reds, blues, and yellows on Ranboo's hawaiin shirt, and Aimsey's beanie was the famous red it was over the screen.

"Holy shit" You mumble, looking around to take in all the new scenery.

The group look at you in confusion and see your bright stare, able to tell that you'd gained the wonderous sight of color. You hug Tubbo again, just excited to see him before you get your things from the trunk of Phil's car, and he pulls them inside, placing them in the room you'd be sharing with Ranboo.

Phil departs, needing to run some errands and meet up with some other friends before heading to his hotel. He does a little bit where he abandons Tommy and kicks him and his stuff out, and drives off, nearly late for his lunch with Jack, James, and Charlie.

The day is fulfilled with a Halloween stream, and your little friend group being titled the Cricket Crew. You were officially the third, after Aimsey and Tommy, of that group to gain sight of colors, and it was awesome. You never noticed how colorful your wardrobe was, other than outfits you wore on stream.

You don't think about it much, just too caught up with your friends. But the question of who gifted you your new colors stayed on your mind.

It wasn't until you were getting ready to change into pajamas to have a little movie night with Tubbo, Ranboo, and Tommy, who was going to be picked up around 11 by Wilbur to stay at the hotel nearby, that you thought about the color thing again.

Who the fuck is your soulmate?

Clearly it was one of your friends, but you didn't see any mixed emotions between any of them, at least you could mark off Tommy, obviously, Aimsey, and Bill, who made a joke about how he was thankful he wasn't your soulmate earlier. That left Freddie, Ranboo, and Tubbo. There was just so much happening in that moment that you really couldn't pinpoint one of them.

You decide to leave the detective work for later, wanting to enjoy showing your friends the true masterpiece that is The Breakfast Club. You sit down on the couch in next to Tubbo, who was laying sideways as per usual, whom also made sure to move his legs so you had room to sit. Tommy sat beneath you, leaned against the couch. Ranboo sat criss-cross in front of Tubbo, making sure not to block his view.

Tommy made remarks, jokes, and commentated throughout the movie, causing the other three of you to do the same. After the movie, Tommy leaves, leaving you, Tubbo, and Ranboo to watch Tubbo's choice for the next movie, The Lost Boys. He had it on his watch list for some time now and wanted to watch it.

During the first Act, he ends up making a little comment about all the colors and how cool they looked on the screen. You almost didn't catch it at first, but you did. Ranboo hadn't, though, making pulling Tubbo into the kitchen a little more discreet.

Tubbo tries to act dumb before giving himself up, unable to hide from your pressing nature.

"Uh, yeah, when we hugged, I noticed it. I just didn't say anything cause I was scared and I wanted to focus on us being friends and I don't wanna ruin that-"

"Tubbo..."

"Hm?"

You wrap him in a hug, "Sorry"

"For what?"

You shrug, feeling the apology was nessacary.

"You have really pretty eyes by the way" He smiles

You roll your eyes playfully, "Shut up"

"You're supposed to love me! You're my soulmate, you little shit!"

"That's not how that works!"

"Wow, drama" Ranboo speaks from the doorway, leaning against it while holding up his recording phone. "Sorry, I had to record this. I didn't know he'd confess so soon" They shrug.

"Ran!" Tubbo exclaims, cheeks dusting pink.

"You were in on it?" You ask them, which you recieve a nod in response. "You little asshole"

Ranboo raises his hands in defense, "Don't blame me! Tommy was the one to suggest making it special"

You shrug, patting Tubbo's cheek before you three return to the couch. "It was either you two or Freddie, glad it was the best option, I guess"

"Hey!"

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The next morning, around seven or so, you sit on the back porch, enjoying the fresh air and the sunrise, which you could finally enjoy in all it's glory. Hues of blue, grey, pinks, purples, and reds fill the sky in which you stare at. You hear the door open and close with a click behind you, and the familiar brunette best friend sits next to you.

"Why are you awake?" He groans, rubbing his tired eyes, "It's too early"

"Says you. You wake up in the evening, if you're lucky"

"I- Quiet, I won't be taking Tubbo slander"

You look back up at the sky with a little smile, "Isn't it just so fucking pretty?"

"Not as fucking pretty as you"

...

"Get out"

"This is my house!"

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tiny-buzz · 7 months

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Nice dinner party. Great ambiance, jazz trio, gorgeous women and powerful men. But, let me ask you this, person to person, as we sit down to sup . . .

Was this delightful capellini finished with "Brand X" clam oil?

Because, friend, if you cheaped out on the clam oil, then buddy, you're missing the point

Thankfully, I brought a flask of my own. Top shelf, the best there's ever been.

Regis Philbin's very own REGIS PHILBIN'S AUTHENTIC ITALIAN CLAM OIL. And before you interrupt me to ask, yes, friend: it's "Italian-style." Frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way. Take a sip, and let's pass it around the table.

See, Regis Philbin was content with life. He was a man of influence, power. He alone decided who lived and who died within a beautiful system of machinery. His body glistened in the Santa Monica sunrise. But, like all men do, he sought something greater.

A few phone calls later, and Regis was talking to the Pope, his Holiness.

"Pope, listen," Regis said, with candor and excitement. "We're gonna shake up the stodgy clam oil market. We're gonna take it back to the way things used to be, Papa."

"Holy moly," said the Pontiff, saluting everything Regis was running up the flag pole.

A few months later, the finished product was unveiled to a municipal gymnasium of earthquake survivors. "The rich velvet of the clam stands in playful contrast to everything I THOUGHT I knew about Italian-Style Italian Clam Oil!" said a grieving mother who just hours prior had lost her only Nintendo.

So, listen, friend: next time you hold a little get-together? A little congregation? A little State dinner? A little shindig? A little Tweetup? A little funeral? A little fistfight? A little soiree? A little cult orgy? A little board game night? A little solstice? Make sure not to humiliate yourself, and spring for the bottle made by Regis, endorsed by the Church, and individually kissed by Madam Wolverine herself.

Now let's all raise a bucket of the good stuff (clam oil) and cheers our imperfect host as we celebrate Regis Weekend being extended through and including the day of Tuesday, October 17, 2023.

#regis weekend #honor the man #regis clam oil #regis ass oil #clam juice

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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Luke has a crush on you | Modern Headcanons 「AU」

pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

a/n: This is situated in high school. I try to make my stories/headcanons interactive to the fullest (as far as possible). I will not detail the reader’s appearance and english is not my first language.

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It all started when he slammed his backpack into your face. It was unintentional, obviously, he didn't see you bending down to pick up the headphones that had fallen next to his bag the moment class ended.

He wanted to sink back into his chair when he realized what had happened. Oh no, not you. You were beautiful, smart, friendly, and one of the few girls who didn't turn up your nose at him. He wasn't as popular and good with the girls as Jace was, although the older Velaryon always tried to integrate him into parties and events.

Even so, Luke was a sweet boy and he apologized right away, turning red as a tomato with his big blue eyes wide open.

At first you wanted to swear, but a small carefree smile played on your lips when you saw him nervous as hell. Lucerys Velaryon was a nice boy and far from being a jerk like the rest of them, so there was no reason to treat him badly over an accident.

Over the next few days he watches you for quick moments, whether in the classes you had together, in the cafeteria or in the hallways, Luke would always stop what he was doing to look at you discreetly.

However, it all came true when his eyes met your in the cafeteria, in the middle of your friends and still you sent him a kind smile.

Maybe he had a crush on you. But how was that possible? He didn't even know you.

Over the next few days he followed you on Instagram and Snapchat and consumed all of your feed, stories, and recent posts. He also sent request in discord and started some silly game with you. Oh, that made his heart flutter throughout the match.

You were sixteen just like him, but you'd kissed a boy before — it was awful. The only girls Luke ever came close to were Baela and Rhaena, but because they were his cousins and frequented his house.

When you talked to him at school he nearly had a heart attack and swore he could shut up his friends who gave him hell after you left. He blushed and had a goofy smile on his lips when you sat next to him during biology class.

You were nice, funny, beautiful and smart. He loved chatting with you or sending fun memes on Twitter.

He definitely had a crush on you.

You could see he was different, especially when he stole his gaze after the teacher turned to the board. He looked down with a shy and excited smile, allowing the generation of a hypothesis: maybe, the cute Lucerys Velaryon had a crush on you.

A feeling of satisfaction flooded your stomach, surprising you with the realization. He was nice, cute and cool. Maybe you misunderstood, maybe he wasn't shy and blushing for you. However, your fingers did not stop sending him a message calling him to the cinema this weekend.

His eyes widened at your message, hands shaking as he confirmed it with you. So it was a date?

For: @madame-fear ❤️

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lifeofpriya · 4 months

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All This Time - Cole Caufield

[gif credit goes to @frostbeees]

summary: You and Cole have always had the feels for each other, but it wasn't until one night that those emotions boiled over into true words...

word count: 2.5k~

a/n: this is my submission for @wyattjohnston's Winter Fic Exchange 2k24, and this fic is for @prettytoxicrevolver! I had a blast writing this fic and...yeah, i really hope y'all enjoy it!

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You're standing in front of your classroom, going over the day's lesson on the SMART board, when you hear a familiar voice calling out your name. You turn around, a smile forming on your lips as you see Cole Caufield, your best friend since you both moved to Montreal years ago, waving at you from the doorway. It's been difficult to ignore the way he looks at you, or the way your heart skips a beat whenever he's around. You can't help but wonder what he has in store for today.

As he walks over to you, he hands you a small envelope, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Hey, I got you this," he says, a shy smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's for the team event next weekend. It's kind of a big deal, and I wanted to make sure you knew I wanted you there." Your heart skips a beat as you take the envelope, noticing the elegant script of your name written across the front. You feel a warmth spread through your chest.

You thank him, trying to keep your voice steady, and as he turns to leave, you can't help but wonder what's in store for the two of you at this event. The anticipation is killing you. You can't help but feel a mix of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation bubbling up inside you. Maybe this will be the moment when everything changes between the two of you. Or perhaps it's just another night out with your best friend. Either way, you know it's going to be an unforgettable experience.

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You spend the next few days counting down the hours until the event, your mind constantly drifting back to Cole and the envelope he gave you. You imagine him dressing up for the occasion, looking dashing in his suit and tie. You can't help but picture what it would be like to dance with him, to feel his strong arms wrapped around you as you sway to the music. The thought makes your heart race.

Finally, the big night arrives. You meet up with Cole at the venue, and he takes your breath away. He looks even more handsome than you imagined, and the way he smiles at you, it's like he's doing it just for you. You can't help but feel a blush creep up your cheeks as you take in his appearance.

As the night goes on, you and Cole spend most of your time together, laughing and enjoying each other's company. The event is filled with games, and you find yourself cheering each other on, even if it's just for fun. There's an undeniable chemistry between you, and everyone around can feel it too. You catch people glancing at you from across the room, smiling knowingly.

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When the music begins to play for the couples dance, your heart skips a beat. Cole offers you his hand, and you can't help but feel a rush of excitement as you take it. He leads you out onto the dance floor, and as the first few notes of the song fill the air, you close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the moment. He spins you around, his strong arms guiding you expertly, and you can't help but feel like you're floating on air.

The dance seems to go on forever, but you never want it to end. You're lost in the rhythm of Cole's steps, the touch of his hands, the warmth of his body. It feels so right, like you were meant to be together. As the song winds down, he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispers, "I've wanted to do that for so long." You can feel the blush creep up your neck and into your cheeks, but you don't care; all you can focus on is how your heart is pounding in your chest.

You spend the rest of the night laughing and dancing with Cole, and as the last few couples leave the floor, you find yourselves standing alone, just the two of you. He looks into your eyes, and for a moment, you're lost in the depths of his gaze. You can feel the tension building between you, and you're unsure what will happen next.

Cole leans in, his breath warm against your ear, and whispers, "I've wanted to do this for so long." Before you can even process what's happening, his lips meet yours. Your heart leaps into your throat as his hands slide up your back, holding you close. The kiss is gentle at first, but soon grows more passionate, more demanding, as if he can't get enough of you. You feel your body respond in kind, your lips parting, your hands tangling in his hair.

The music fades away, but it doesn't matter; all you can focus on is the feeling of being in his arms. He pulls back, looking into your eyes, and you know without a doubt that this moment has changed everything between you. There's an understanding there, a connection that goes beyond friendship. You're not sure how you'll navigate these new waters, but you're not afraid. Not anymore.

Cole takes your hand and leads you off the dance floor, weaving through the dwindling crowd. You feel like everyone around you can see the shift in your relationship, and they're all watching with curiosity and maybe a hint of envy. You can't help but feel a sense of pride and happiness swelling inside you.

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As you find yourselves alone in a quiet corner of the room, Cole pulls out the chair next to him and gestures for you to sit down. He takes a seat as well, his expression a mix of nervousness and anticipation. You can tell he's trying to figure out what to say; how to explain what's going on between you.

You decide to break the silence. "It's… it's been so obvious, hasn't it?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "The way we've been feeling about each other, I mean."

Cole nods, his expression serious. "I don't know if it's been obvious to everyone else, but… I've known for a while. Ever since that first day we met, actually." He pauses, searching for the right words. "I think maybe I was just afraid to admit it to myself, let alone say anything to you. But tonight… it felt right."

You smile at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "It did feel right," you agree. "And I think I've been feeling it too, for a while now. But I wasn't sure if you saw me that way, or if it was just friendship." You lean in closer, and he mirrors your movement, their knees brushing against each other beneath the table. "I'm glad we finally had this moment."

Cole's eyes meet yours, and there's a depth of emotion there that takes your breath away. "Me too," he whispers. "I've wanted this for so long." He reaches out, tracing a finger down your cheek, and you shiver at the touch. "I know we don't have to rush anything," he continues, "but… I want to be with you. As more than just friends."

You nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The thought of exploring this new territory together is both thrilling and terrifying. "I want that too," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to see where this goes."

Cole's expression softens, and he cups your face in his hands. "I promise," he says, his eyes intense as he looks into yours, "I'll take care of you, and I'll never let you down. I've wanted this for so long, and I'm not going to waste a second of it."

As you both sit there, lost in each other's eyes, the music begins to play again. It's a slow, romantic ballad that seems tailor-made for this moment. Cole stands up, offering you his hand, and you feel a thrill run through you as you take it. He pulls you to your feet and then leads you out onto the dance floor, his steps sure and confident.

The music fills the air as you dance, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Cole's hands slide down your back, pulling you closer, while his other hand cradles your face. You feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek as he whispers words of love and affection into your ear. You respond with a shy laugh, the sound muffled against his shoulder.

Around you, the other couples on the dance floor seem to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect moment. The music swells, and Cole dips you low, his lips brushing against yours for the first time as a lover. It's a soft, tender kiss that takes your breath away, and you feel yourself melting into him.

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As the song comes to an end, Cole pulls back, his eyes still locked on yours. "I could dance with you like this forever," he murmurs, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words.

The DJ begins to play another slow song, and Cole takes your hand, leading you off the dance floor and into a quiet corner of the room. He leans against the wall, pulling you into his embrace. You nestle your head against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne. "You know," he says, his voice soft and thoughtful, "I never thought I'd find someone like you. Someone who understands me the way you do, someone who makes me feel the way you do."

You look up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "I feel the same way," you whisper. "I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way I feel with you." You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat. The quiet moment is broken only by the muffled music in the background.

Cole's hand moves up to cup your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that has escaped. "I promise you," he says, his voice firm and reassuring, "that I will always be here for you. No matter what. I'll protect you and love you, and we'll face everything together."

You feel a weight lift from your chest as you hear his words. You trust him completely, and knowing he feels the same way about you is almost too much to bear. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, savoring the feel of his hands on your skin.

The music fades away, replaced by the sound of laughter and conversation. Cole pulls back, studying your face. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

You nod, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze. "I'm more than ready. I want this, Cole. I want to be with you." Your heart races at the thought of taking this next step, but you feel a sense of calm and security in his presence.

Cole smiles, relief washing over his features. He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. "Then let's do this," he says, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

Your heart races as you kiss him back, his hands sliding down your back, pulling you closer. The feel of his body against yours sends shivers of desire through you. The music changes, becoming more upbeat, and you find yourselves moving together on the dance floor. Cole spins you around, laughing as you throw your head back and let the music take over.

You lose track of time as you dance, lost in the moment with him. The other couples on the floor fade into the background, and you feel as though it's just the two of you sharing this space. Cole's hands glide up and down your arms, his fingers lingering on the sensitive skin at your wrists. He leans in, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you feel wanted and desired.

The song ends far too soon, and as you pull away from him, you realize you're both breathless. You look up into his eyes, searching for some hint of what he's thinking, but he only smiles at you, his expression soft and loving.

"I had the most amazing time with you tonight," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. "Thank you for being here with me."

You close your eyes, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. "Thank you for asking me," you murmur back. "I had so much fun."

The rest of the party passes in a blur of laughter and dancing. You lose track of time, losing yourself in the warmth of Cole's touch and the sound of his voice. As the night wears on, you begin to wonder if you'll ever find a reason to leave this moment.

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Finally, it's time to say goodnight. You exchange a long, lingering kiss before parting ways. Cole walks you to your car, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. The chilly night air brushes against your skin as you walk, and you can't help but shiver. He pulls his jacket off, draping it around your shoulders.

"Here," he says, his voice gentle. "You'll be warm enough with this."

You take the jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders gratefully. The feel of his arm against yours is both comforting and arousing. You glance up at him, your heart racing as you try to read the expression in his eyes. He smiles down at you, his face flushed from the cold air and the closeness of your body.

"Thank you for everything tonight," you say softly, meaning every word.

Cole smiles, his expression softening even further. "It was my pleasure," he replies, his voice just as gentle. He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your temple.

As you get into your car, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions: excitement, anticipation, and a deep, abiding love for this man who has somehow managed to become such an important part of your life in just one night. You start the engine, glance back at him through the rearview mirror, and offer him a small wave goodbye.

Cole waves back, watching until you pull out of the parking lot and disappear around the corner. Even then, he stands there for a moment, lost in thought. He remembers the way you felt in his arms, the sound of your laughter, the way you looked at him when he whispered those sweet words to you. It's as if you've been together for years, not just hours.

He shakes his head, smiling to himself. This night has been nothing short of magical, and he can't wait to see where it leads. As he finally turns away, he knows that he'll be thinking about you constantly, wondering what tomorrow will bring.

#cole caufield #cole caufield imagine #cole caufield imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #nhl blurbs #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey blurb #hockey blurbs #montréal canadiens #the winter fic exchange 2k24

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spiteless-xo · 11 months

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hi! i love your work on ao3 so much ahh 🩷🩷

what kind of music do you headcannon the characters of tbaw to listen to? i’ve been wondering since the reader/eren car scenes hehe

Ok, so it's taking me a million years to respond to this because I'm making PLAYLISTS and I have to listen to a lot of songs I've never heard before, but I don't wanna leave this unanswered for too long.

Here are some of the vibes that I get when I think of music that these boys would like. It might sound like it, but there are no spoilers here for anything in TBAW, these are just vibes ☠

Music Headcannons - Eren, Jean, Reiner

Jean Kirstein

he's pretentious about his music for sure. typically listens to soft, slow alt/indie songs (but like mainstream indie, if that makes sense lol). he might like some of the top hits rn but he'll never admit it. always has to have the aux because he thinks other people have trash taste in music

arctic monkey, the neighbourhood type vibes

songs about falling in love, bittersweet love, unrequited love, heartbreak

right person, wrong time type of love. if things were different they would be perfect but they're not and it hurts knowing things are going to end

pushing people away because it hurts too much to hold them close

meeting the perfect person while out one night but forgetting to get their name and never seeing them again

playing board games with friends on a weekday night

sitting next to the fire on a cool summer night by the lake and sharing your deepest fears and insecurities

cooking dinner together with a glass of wine and kissing on the countertop

making love on a lazy afternoon and whispering i love you into each other's skin

Eren Jaeger

really similar taste in music to jean but a lot more upbeat, produced, and sexual. he listens to big bootie mixes when he's working out and he has random generic playlists when he's hanging out w girls but when he's on his own or w friends he has a specific vibe

the weekend, tame impala type vibes:

songs about sex, passion, one-night stands, and firey type love

a summer fling that you know would never work out long-term but you think about for the rest of your life

bad boy/i can fix him type love. everyone warns you about him but you just can't stay away

sneaking out to go see him in the middle of the night and coming home just as the sun starts to rise

long drives late at night talking about everything and nothing with his hand on your thigh

showering together and then getting ready in the bathroom for a party or some big event, catching each other's eyes in the reflection of the mirror

going to the beach on a hot summer day, making out and wandering hands, needing to remind yourselves that there are people around before you get carried away

burning hot love that you know is going to shatter your heart but you're having too much fun to care

intense, passionate sex. just needing to feel each other in blind desperation, losing yourselves in the whirlwind of pleasure

Reiner Braun

definitely made a playlist when he was in highschool of all of his favourite songs and hasn't listened to anything else since but somehow still doesn't know who sings what song

red hot chili peppers, simple plan type vibes

songs from when you were kids that make you feel nostalgic for the past, songs that you don't know the name of but you can somehow sing every word, upbeat songs that somehow make you feel sad

reminiscing and romanticizing the past just because things in the present are overwhelming. wishing you could recapture the innocence and obliviousness of youth

hanging out with old friends and talking about people you once knew

long road trips with the windows down, music blasting, and singing along to every song

being woken up at the crack of dawn by someone with way too much energy for this time of day but somehow still feeling excited

being with friends outside and playing lawn games like bocce or cornhole

(crying with your head down late at night at the office, feeling like you're an imposter and you don't deserve the job you have.

still feeling like a kid even though you're legally an adult. never knowing what you're doing but feeling like you're expected to have your life together.)

#jean kirstein #eren jaeger #reiner braun #aot headcanons #tiff.ask #tbaw.fic #eren.hc #jean.hc #reiner.hc

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collegetennisoriginstory · 5 months

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ALLIEEEEEEEE!!!!! Just finished the update HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

[Mandatory spoiler warning here]

OMG SAM!!!!!!! MY LIL BESTIE IS HERE AGAINNNN!!! AND WE MATCHIEESSS <3 SAM MY SCRUNKLYWUNKLY ❤️🩷 YOU BET UR ASS I CHOSE THE "NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY, SOUL CRUSHING HUG" OPTION!!! AHH I AM WHOLE AGAIN, SAMMYWHAMMY, MY SAMWISE, MY LIL GUY!!

I love how sam is immediately adopted as part of the cheering squad 😂 Im just imagining diego and Addie going 'one of us!! One of us!!! One of us!!!' At sam and just merges em into the group like theyve always belonged there 😭 I knew sam and diego would be instant besties!! I love G and Sam too!! Though I guess I didnt flirt enough with G to trigger any sort of jealousy between G and Sam. But its fine, Ive found that G as a platonic friend is also very sweet and I honestly kinda prefer it for my MC!! (Who will cry themself stupid when G has to leave 😔)

Speaking of jealousy, I absolutely LOVE Rayyan being sooo jealous the whole chapter lmaooo like yes bby frown those beautiful eyebrows... oh, MC is wearing someone else's last name to their first season debut???? Ohh u are seething... who is MC seeing so badly that theyre holding up the game?? Who is MC waving at?? I cant wait to introduce Sam to the team 😊 hopefully they would be able to go home unscathed <3

ALSO the tension after the match with Rayyan!!!! UGH I WANNA LIVE IN THAT SCENE FOREVER GOD ITS SO---- The restraint, the longing, the 'i want them so bad but causing a scandal by making out sloppy toppy at ur first match is probably NOT GOOD, but im this 🤏 close to risking it all'...

It's so woefully inadequate, so woefully incongruent with the way he's looking at you, that you're a whisker away from growling in frustration and stepping in to kiss him in front of the entire Cargill crowd.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE LINE OMG!!!! AND THE WAY RAYYAN JUST GRABS UR HAND AND HUGS U INSTEAD!!! I AM FERAL. LIKE ITS SO SO SO SOFT BUT ITS SUCH POOR SUBSTITUTE TO WHAT U ACTUALLY WANTED HUH RAYYAN??? ..... one of these days I might do a slowburn Rayyan route, but sadly Im a board certified thirsty hoe, so...

Btw I also chose the non heart hug option and ITS SO SOFT???? I LOVE THEM BEING SOFT??? LIKE "u only get to hug me once okay? 😤" "once per match?? 😊🥰🥺🤗" MC SO CUTE GOT RAYYAN GIGGLIN AND BEING MAD CUTE AND SHIT

AND OH DONT GET ME STARTED WITH 'THE LOCKER ROOM PART 3: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO' SCENE. I AM DEVOURING RAYYANS SOUL, I AM BITING DOWN, CHOMPING. THOSE LOCKERS HAVE SEEN SO MUCH SHIT I AM SO SORRY LOCKERS I LOVE U. I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF LOCKER ROOM KISSES I HOPE IT GETS TO LOCKER ROOM PART 587

Anyways sorry about being unhinged at u, it is born out of love for ur incredible work, I hope the surgery goes well <3 rest up, sending u loads of love, Allie ❤️❤️

Hahahaha I LOVE your excitement omg this absolutely made my week!! Definitely read this one more than a couple times :)))

G is not really the jealous type, but there is a difference in their reaction to Sam and MC if MC has been flirting with G... though the more pronounced reaction comes from Sam if MC flirts with G in front of them.

As for Rayyan... yes. They definitely are the competitive type, both when it comes to tennis and. Well. Romance.

Glad you enjoyed some of the interactions between the ROs/characters in the update, it was a lot of fun getting to write some of these dynamics after building up to them in earlier chapters. A personal fave was writing Tobin's locker room scenes, and G/Rayyan being soft, and Sam's reunion :)

Finally, I have lots of Sam/hallmate interactions planned for the weekend, so stay tuned for that!!

Thanks so much again for the message and so glad you enjoyed the update!

#ct:os #college tennis: origin story #if #interactive fiction #asks #rayyan #tobin #sam #g

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blysse-and-blunder · 5 months

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in lieu of a rainy day

10pm, sunday, nov 26, 2023

went to a gig for a friend's band last night, but otherwise it's been an extremely lowkey and indoor weekend. living that housecat lifestyle. aside from the sunday scaries (but, like, for the semester....for the year....) all in all the past week+ has been Okay. whoever is in charge of my calendar (which is me) made a pretty big gamble booking three-four medical-esque appointments back-to-back-to-back this week, but it paid off, we got through it, and the decks are cleared (so to speak) for writing between now and the holidays.

reading i got briefly very into freya marske's books a marvellous light and now a restless truth, though i will admit to having calmed (slowed) down a lot in reading the sequel, after tearing through the first one like there was a deadline. the world building and magic system are very fun, i am a big fan of the aesthetic; they're extremely sexy but not at the expense of plot or dialogue or characters' having their own real personalities, flaws and hobbies and all. excited to read the third one.

listening a quick skim of the previous few ilcb entries (have there really only been three all fall, dear me) to check i hadn't already posted this, and it doesn't seem like it? so, gregory alan isakov with the colorado symphony. the additional strings, the additional brass, it adds such a gorgeous dimension to this already pretty good song; the way things build from 1:20 on or so, to burst into full color and light from 1:59 to 2:14.... i've turned a few afternoons around lately just leaning into that orchestra swell in my headphones. wish it lasted a full 10 minutes, wish it had multiple movements.

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watching more burrow's end; finished arcane season 1 with @hematiterings and began watching the first season of stranger things since she's never seen it; the nostalgia and affection i feel! the real satisfaction in how good season 1 is, how young they all are!! also started season 2 of slings and arrows with the housemates, which is new territory for me and which is similarly filling me with affection for characters i've known a long time, and fascination at seeing them doing new things and making new bad decisions. also started the second season of wheel of time on my own, as background while doing some unpaid graphic design/newsletter prep; my gratitude for this show making something so rich and visually interesting and real out of the books is unabated, even though i'm not feeling anyone's storyline very intensely at the moment. rand meeting logain was cool; perrin has been captured and that's bad; mat is now traveling with min, which is also cool because it's probably a set-up; i'm sorry that nynaeve had such a hard time in the arches but her romance subplot with lan has always left me extremely cold; moiraine is being frustrating! the show has a nice way of showing us other characters, minor characters, too-- moiraine's sister, for one, and starting that encounter by showing us her sister's morning routine, clarifying the difference in their ages where one is aes sedai and aging very, very differently. egwene and the daughter heir are in a magical boarding school subplot which is surprisingly delightful.

playing dnd campaign a had a session for the first time in aaaaages not too long ago, and it was good. spoke to the gods briefly, got started trying to appease them with sports as opposed to human sacrifice, and ended the night beta testing a phone-based game a friend of the dm's wanted us to try which involved a lot of bluffing and bs and laughter. campaign b, meanwhile, is in combat with some were creatures; @dimir-charmer's character has maintained this whole time that she is Not a Werewolf but circumstances may be, in fact, conspiring against her...... worrying!

making not a whole lot. i bought a box of cards since the closest thing i've come to a hobby recently has been sending a few cards (well, one and a half); i feel the pull of stickers and sealing wax and stamps.... wandered through an art supply store only a little while ago and came so close to buying the vinyl stamp making kit, but the only paint i could find to go with vinyl stamps was metallic so i decided to wait. contemplating making potato stamps, like i do every year around this time, but again the ink or paint or whatever is the limiting factor there.

working on taught my second and final guest lecture of the semester! read back through the written feedback on my conference paper! have started to look at integrating said paper back into the chapter whence it came, and had to have a little lie-down, but that's the big project remaining. at the same time, the running commentary at the back of my brain is about lecture prep for the course i'm teaching in the spring, specifically, what i'll say to situate/contextualize/prepare students to handle the material, how i'll thread various needles, which texts i'm going to ultimately assign, and on and on. i've started trying to turn this background noise into brainstorming/writing/limited, focused bursts of work on said course, in the hopes that getting a little of it out of the way will let me brain settle back in to other projects afterwards. i've also realized i've started doing the Discretionary stuff first, i.e. the reading extra articles, the looking at post docs or awards or things to apply for, the stuff that won't happen if i don't allow myself 15 min to look into it, because the Actual Work will be enforced, it will have to happen eventually, and the discretionary stuff won't. jury's very much out as to whether this will pay off, especially when it's not discretionary work at all, but discretionary attending-a-lecture time, or -coffee-with-a-friend time, or discretionary-at-the-gym time. time spent with the cat, of course, is non-discretionary.

#ilcb #in lieu of a commonplace book #a few spoilers for some early episodes of s2 wheel of time #not as long a post this time #i was quite restrained really! until the work section #Youtube

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ilguna · 1 year

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I was wondering if you would mind writing a spin the bottle with Peeta Mellark and 89? thank you!

☼ maroon (Peeta Mellark) ☼

warnings; swearing, murder, death mention, gore!

wc; 3k

prompt; 89. Vampire/Human AU

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When Annie had initially suggested going out to a cabin during your four day weekend, it was a joke. She was making a jab at Finnick, because she knew that he wouldn’t be able to stand being cold and miserable. God forbid he be uncomfortable for more than ten minutes at a time, muchless four whole days with nine other people.

In your friend group, there were about three people who thought the idea was genius, all for seperate reasons. Peeta had sat up at the idea because he thought that it would be a perfect opportunity to hang out together. It’s usually a pain in the ass to organize this many people to be in the same place at the same time. The group gets split in some way, and you always go out missing a few people because they’re busy.

Someone could be working, or it’s finally their day off and they just want to relax at home. Maybe they’re out of state, they have homework to do, they have to study for exams, they have other plans. Whatever it may be, it always keeps you from being full capacity.

Cashmere had this grin on her face when the words left Annie’s mouth, because her mind had gone to a bonfire party. When her brother realized what she was thinking, he was on board too. You guys could buy the alcohol, light a fire, sit around and drink, play some games. The contrast of the fall cold and the warmth of the flame would be perfect this time of the year.

As for Katniss, she admitted that it would be a getaway from Sacred Heart University and the stress that it gives off just from being in the vicinity. It would allow you to disconnect from social media, even if it’s for a few hours. She was most excited about having the forest in your backyard and being able to walk in it.

As for everyone else, it was a mix of the above. Blight was ready to stop studying for once and have a memory he wouldn’t trade anything for. Enobaria wanted to drink and start fights with Johanna and Finnick. When it comes to you, though, it’s more unique than either of those things.

The truth of the matter is that you’ll finally get to hang out with Peeta. He’s one of the people in the group that’s always inconveniently busy when you try to plan anything. You’re beginning to think that it’s on purpose, because you go out of your way to plan it around him, but he always ends up canceling at the end of the day.

And it sucks, because you’ve been trying to get Peeta to notice you for two years. It’s a little impossible to get him interested in you when he doesn’t come around. Ever.

To be fair, it is partially your fault. He’s told you guys several times that he’s not a daytime person. You know that he’s not lying, either, if none of you say anything, then he’ll stay up way into the am without complaining. The second that the sun comes out, he’s gone.

You wish you could be up that late, you’d probably get to know him more, since there’s two other people that are crazy enough to be up that late. It’s Johanna and Finnick, they have bad insomnia, it’s why they’re such great friends. However, you signed yourself up for the early morning classes like a moron, so you can’t mess up the schedule that’s taken you years to perfect.

Well, the plan came true when Peeta volunteered to do the research for the rest of you. He found the nearest secluded campground, read through the rules, and booked the reservation. You sat with him that night, watching him write down numbers and splitting it evenly between the ten of you.

Two days later, everyone paid their share and Peeta went out shopping to buy food, firewood, and anything extra you’d need over the weekend. Compared to everyone else, he was by far the most excited to be here.

You were a little afraid that it would be cramped in the cabin, but Peeta gave you this ‘really’ look. As if he wouldn’t think that far ahead, and that’s why he was in charge of the entire plan in the first place. Sometimes you worry about him, because he’s trusted with the important stuff. It’s not like he’s ever failed before, but all it takes is one slip and you’ve paid a few hundred to stay in another state’s cabin that you can’t fly to.

The good news is that Peeta has, once again, successfully booked another trip. There was only one time where you all got lost trying to get here, and that’s because Enobaria was leading in the first car. When Finnick took over, you made it without any other complications.

The cabin’s pretty big, considering how small it looks on the outside. There’s a couple rooms, and they’ve mostly been split evenly so everyone can sleep on a bed or a couch. You and Katniss are going to share the bed, while Cashmere and Enobaria sleep on the pullout in the corner to maximize space.

You’re sure by the end of the trip, the claimings on the beds are going to be fucked up and it’s not going to matter. The couples are intending to stick together, like Finnick and Annie. Johanna and Blight have this fling going on, so they’ll be in another room together. Peeta and Gloss said they didn’t care where they slept, so they ended up with the living room couches.

Neither of them complained when they woke up this afternoon, so it’s safe to say that they’re pretty comfortable.

“God, I hate this game.” Finnick groans, throwing his cards onto the table.

“It’s uno, it’s not our fault you’re terrible at it.” Johanna says, crossing her arms, “Go on, drink it.”

Finnick bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if it’s worth the fight. You guys have five decks of uno shuffled together for there to be enough cards for all of you to play at the same time. And because it’s not fun playing it the regular way, the rules are chaotic to ensure that winning isn’t easy, and the game keeps going until there’s nine winners and one loser.

And Finnick’s the loser of this round.

He takes in a breath, shaking his head. He takes the half-filled wine glass of pure vodka and closes his eyes, “I hope I puke on you.” With gritted teeth, he starts to suck down the pure alcohol.

Annie laughs, reaching across the table to gather the cards to make them neat, you start to shuffle at the same time Peeta does. It’s going to take a couple of minutes to get the new game all straightened out. That’s why Cashmere excuses herself to the bathroom while Katniss goes to find a bag of chips to pass around the table in the meantime.

Finnick slams the glass down, gasping for air, and then gagging afterward, “Oh shit.”

“Don’t be a baby.” Johanna rolls her eyes.

He points his finger at her, “Don’t.”

You hold half of the shuffled deck out to Annie, and she passes you a different half to mix with yours. You watch as Gloss leans back, stretching his arms behind his head, “I’m tired of uno.”

“What do you want to do, then?” Katniss asks, placing a chip in her mouth. She sets the bag in front of Peeta, who gives her a gentle smile. You bite your tongue.

“I don’t know, we have the whole woods to ourselves. Can’t we do something out there?” He asks.

“You want to get lost in the woods?” Cashmere asks, coming out of the hallway, “I’d ask if you’re stupid, but mom’s already admitting to dropping you on your head.”

Gloss turns, slamming his fist into her stomach. She groans, doubling over and clutching the area. Enobaria lets out a laugh.

“It’s dark out, I wouldn’t.” Annie murmurs.

“Oh, you know what that’s perfect for?” You ask, a few eyes land on you, “Hide and seek.”

Cashmere scoffs, “Okay, now we’ll really have to send out a rescue team.”

“That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Finnick says, “I’m down.”

Gloss sits up, “So am I.”

“You both are going to piss your pants.” Johanna smirks, “I wanna watch.”

“Ew.” Enobaria’s at the other end of the table. In response, Johanna winds up her middle finger, wiggling her eyebrows. Enobaria’s amused.

“Well, if (Y/n) thinks it’s safe enough…” Peeta trails off, making a face, “Then I suppose I’ll go too.”

“You guys are crazy.” Annie shakes her head.

“We could always light the bonfire and sit out there just in case they scream for help.” Blight says.

That has them all sold on the idea. The uno cards are promptly cleaned and stuffed back into their respective boxes. Gloss gets the bonfire going for them, while Blight brings out the coolers of beer and a speaker so that they can play music in the meantime.

You bounce on your toes in the grass, “Oh, this is going to be so good.”

“Who’s going to be it first?” Johanna has her arms crossed over her chest. You don’t think she stands any other way.

“I will.” Peeta volunteers, “The last one found will be it, so you guys better hope you’re last.”

Gloss’ face twists, “I think you have that backwards.”

“Nope.” Peeta’s smile is a little eerie, but you let out a laugh.

“Well, I’ve always been the best hider.” You flip your hair, “You guys are going down.”

“Bet.” Finnick says.

Peeta turns his back to the woods, placing his hands over his eyes while he counts up to sixty. Immediately, the rest of you scramble into the woods, trying to find the best hiding spot. The sound of your feet trampling over the snapping branches are all you can hear, but as soon as you part ways, your heart is pounding in your ears.

You run until you can’t see the bonfire in the trees, crouching and taking deep breaths to calm down. It’s less than a minute later do you feel the urge to pee, realizing that you should’ve gone before you started. You try to stay in one place, but it makes it worse, so you keep moving.

You’re not entirely sure how Peeta’s going to find all four of you out here. He didn’t set any boundaries or anything, so you’re wondering if he’s going to go back to the fire and wait there until you guys realize that he’s not actually searching. If any of you do end up lost, you have your phone’s on you, Katniss made sure to check.

Speaking of her, you wouldn’t be surprised if they were dating. They actually hang out together, just the two of them, more often than you, Finnick and Annie do. And the three of you were born with your hips attached to each other. You’re from the same hometown and everything, they’re the ones that convinced you to go to Sacred Heart in the first place.

You should’ve made your move on him when you had the chance. Peeta needed a partner to ride with up here, and you almost agreed to go with him, but got nervous over the idea of talking to him the entire drive. You guys are a few hours away from Capitol City. If you ride here with him, then you’re obligated to ride back with him. It’d be awkward if he rejected you.

He ended up with Blight, though. Finnick, Annie and Johanna claimed you in their car so that you could jam out to good music without being smothered by everyone else. Cashmere, Gloss and Enobaria have their own relaxed vibe that Katniss decided was good enough for her.

She’s so quiet at times, you’re not entirely sure if Peeta would be into her. She also talks about their mutual friend a lot—you think his name is Gale—and at one point, you genuinely thought that Katniss and Gale were a thing. She always refers to him as a friend when she talks about him, so it shut down your hopes that she’s taken.

At the rate you’re going, you think you’re going to have to give up the idea of you being with Peeta, as much as it sucks.

A branch snaps, you freeze in the crunching leaves, slowly lowering into a crouch. You hold yourself upright with a nearby tree, closing your eyes to listen closely. The shuffling continues in the other direction, and you wait there for a few moments longer before moving on.

If that was Peeta, then he’s got terrible hearing because there’s no way he didn’t hear you stomping through. You doubt that it was one of the other hiders because they would’ve gone rigid as well, right? Regardless, you’re careful to shuffle your feet out here.

It’s darker than you thought it was going to be. You thought that there’d be some moonlight to illuminate the woods, but the trees are so thick and close together that it can’t get through. Hide and seek is scary enough as it is, and when you add darkness and the woods into it, it creates a whole new level of terrifying.

It makes you wonder if Peeta’s going to be able to find anyone. You know for sure that you’d call it by now. You wouldn’t be able to find one person, and he has to find four. You suppose that increases his chances a little.

As you’re dragging your feet through the leaves, your foot gets caught around something hidden in them. You try to catch yourself, but your other foot gets caught on the same root. Your face twists, prepared for your knees to hit the root, so you try to turn your body to land on your butt instead.

Whatever it is that you land on, it’s soft. You scramble to get off of it, taking some of the leaves with you when you do. You pat your pockets, looking for your phone so that you can turn on the flashlight. Once the light is on, you can feel your heart drop into your stomach.

“Oh my god.” You breathe, clutching it against your chest, “Finnick?”

You reach forward, shaking, as you brush more of the leaves off of his body, afraid to confirm what you’re thinking. He’s pale white, as if he saw a ghost. His eyes are frozen open, mouth parted slightly. The leaves are stuck in his bronze hair, which is messy on his forehead. When you shake him, it’s like he’s glued into the ground.

He looks dead.

“Finnick?” You croak.

This has to be a joke, they have to be pulling a prank. If he’s dead then that means…

You’re overthinking it. Finnick told you about his weird talents several times. How he can hold his breath and he doesn’t blink as often as you’re supposed to. You use this information to get to your knees to lean over him. He told you that Annie always ruins his pranks by blowing on his eyes, because he can’t keep them open when they’re dry.

You take in a deep breath, and when you blow it into his face, his expression doesn’t change.

A startled scream leaves your mouth, you slap your hand over it to silence it. You’ve got to get out of here. What if the murderer is in here with you? With Johanna and Gloss and Peeta? What if they’re all dead and you’re the only one left alive? What if the murderer’s watching you right now?

You trip getting back to your feet, swiping your phone as you take off running back toward the bonfire. You want to scream a warning to them, let them know that you’re not alone out here, that it’s the opposite. You’re all going to end up dead like Finnick if you don’t get in a car and leave.

As you get closer to the edge, you can see the glow of the bonfire, hear the laughter of your friends around it, the music they’re playing. You hope that the rest of them are there, that Finnick was the only one taken.

You open your mouth, getting ready to scream your warning, when a figure comes out from behind a tree to your right at the last second. You slam into them, and despite the fact that the force should knock the both of you over, their hands lock around your arms, keeping you in place.

Voice frozen in horror, you look up to see who it is. A flash of relief goes through your body, but it’s a flash for a reason. Peeta’s mouth is smeared with blood, there’s a few drops on his white shirt. The corners of his lips turn upward in a smile, and they keep spreading until he can show off his sharp teeth.

“I found you.” His voice is smooth, not at all panicked.

It’s the opposite for you. You can’t move, he’s got an iron grip around your upper arms. You wouldn’t be able to escape, even if your body willed it. You can only stand and stare, hoping that you’re not next.

“Annie told me a little fact about you.” He lets go of your arm to tilt your head upward, forcing you to look into his eyes, “That you’re in love with me?”

You can feel the tears well into your eyes.

“It’s okay.” Peeta’s voice is gentle as he brushes your cheek with the back of his finger, “That’s why I saved you for last, so you can be it too.” He smiles, “And then we’ll be together forever.”

He tilts your head to the side, opening up your neck. You can feel the pressure build in your chest, the urge to scream. You don’t know what the fuck is happening. This has got to be a big prank against you. It has to be.

“This’ll only be a pinch.” He tells you, lips on your neck.

Peeta’s razor sharp teeth sink into your skin, sending a blinding pain through your body.

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