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[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) â JJK.
you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.
PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader
GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)
WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur đ¤ˇđźââď¸)
WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit đ˘ oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... đđź smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls đđź)
NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this đ this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy âşď¸
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You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.
Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.
You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline â which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.
It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" â that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.
When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.
That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.
Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?
You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!
Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.
Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.
"God."
As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.
"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.
Oh my god. You wanted to cry.
You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."
Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.
Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.
You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.
Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.
He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.
Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.
"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"
You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."
He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.
"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.
"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.
Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.
Ugh.
"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.
But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.
You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.
"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.
"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.
You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.
But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.
"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.
Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."
"Hm?"
"Can I suck your dick?"
"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.
"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.
So what if this thing between you has been happening for like⌠ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.
"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.
"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.
"No, I just⌠I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.
You shrug. "Yeah, well."
You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.
"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.
"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.
"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.
"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.
"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."
"Oh, well, yeahâŚ" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.
"So�"
You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.
"Okay, sure." You shrug.
"Fuck, you're the best."
This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.
You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.
"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.
Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."
You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.
"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.
"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."
You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.
Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.
He stops kissing you.
"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."
Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.
"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.
You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."
"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.
"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."
You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.
But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."
You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.
Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.
Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.
It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.
Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.
"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this⌠shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."
You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.
When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.
As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.
What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.
"Oh, K-kook â Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.
"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."
He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.
The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.
"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly
"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."
And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.
"JungkookâŚ" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.
"Good girl."
And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.
"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.
"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.
Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.
Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? â thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?
"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."
You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.
"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.
And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.
So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.
When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.
"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.
He only let out a non-committal hum.
"Jungkook."
"Yes, baby?"
"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.
"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.
"Thanks, I guess."
Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.
"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."
You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.
Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."
"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."
Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."
"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.
"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."
You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?
"No but seriouslyâŚ" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"
Oh god, your essay. Right.
You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.
Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."
That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.
"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."
You think you'll start doing it more, too.
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gone girl * fem!driver
(series masterlist) | (đ a day in the life)
sebastian has his hands on his hips, neck craning as he tries to look for the one person he needs to find.
âwhatâs wrong?â one of the mechanics in the garage asks him, head tilting at the older man who seems to be in distress.
âi canât seem to find my driver,â he mutters, a finger pressed to his lip. âhave you got any idea where she is?â
he stares at sebastian. âthatâs valid â i havenât seen her since they called out a red flag.â
âexactly,â sebastian frowns. he rests his weight on one leg. âshe wasnât in her driverâs room. and iâve asked blythe to check the restrooms. not there either.â
outside, he sees logan walking by, occupied by his phone.
âlogan,â sebastian calls out to the younger kid, âhave you seen (y/n)?â
logan looks up and shakes his head. just as confused as her race engineer, he asks, âsheâs missing?â
âi canât seem to find her.â
loganâs eyes are scanning the garage from the outside, head tilting as a smile spreads his lips. âshe fell asleep in her car.â
âwha-â sebastian whirls around, and there she is, in fact, still in her car with her helmet on. sheâs leaned to the side of her seat, completely unbothered by all the repairs done on her car. âhuh⌠youâre absolutely right.â
âwouldnât be the first time,â logan snorts. âcatch you later.â
sebastian bids him a goodbye, walking towards the car. he lowers his head slightly and gently lifts her visor up.
logan is correct: sheâs in the car sleeping peacefully with soft snores being muffled by her helmet.
he grins to himself and lowers it once more, walking away. ânever lose your authenticity, kid.â
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IM SORRY, I KNOW U GOT A REQUEST ON THIS SO MUCH ALREADY BUTâŚ
Your motherly!reader fics are so good đ! can you pleasee do another? platonic with the gang!! no romance 𼰠thank youu â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ your work is amazing btw!
the gang x motherly!reader
!warnings!
1.i did headcanons i hope thats okayđ
2.fem!reader
3.swearing and a small mention of violence.
Johnny Cade ;
like iâve said before in other fics, he loves you so much.
honestly, you might be one of his favourite people!
when he walks down the street and he just so happens to see a cute flower, he picks it and gives it to you!
when he first met you, he refused to see you when he was injured in anyway. he thought youâd think he was weak and never see him again.
but as time went on, and you showed that you genuinely cared for him, he showed more of his vulnerable side.
johnny likes it when you patch him up now!
he thinks itâs calming, relaxing, and a, ânice change of things rather than lettinâ mother nature cure it.â
when he unknowingly/accidentally vents to you about his home life, he does get embarrassed.
he didnât want you knowing, but when you hugged him real tight and told him sweet nothings?? he teared up ngl.
johnny wishes you couldâve been his mom.
when or if you have kids, johnny wishes they donât take the, âhow was your day?â and the, âhowâs school going?â for granted.
because to johnny cade, that would be his perfect fairytale.
having someone as sweet as you to turn his life around, makes him excited to see tomorrow.
Dallas Winston ;
another bitch with mommy issues who is glad to have you.
mrs.curtis was definitely the mother he never had but always wanted and when she died, he was devastated.
but when you came along and started being that mother he missed??? he was both annoyed and over the moon.
he didnât like that every time you bailed him out of jail, he got an ear full. however, he did like to know verbally that someone cared about him
he doesnât show you any sort of affection, but he will tell you how he feels when drunk.
âthank you, so much y/n. i-i donât know where iâd be without you.â
for mothers day, he doesnât do anything special.
BUTâyou didnât hear this from me, before the clock hits 12, expect to hear like a cute little knock at your door, and open it to see a single flower on the ground with a pack of cigarettes.
dally ran off before you or anyone else could see him.
even though he didnât sign his name, you knew it was from him. so, next time you see him, say thank you.
Ponyboy Curtis ;
heâs like a toddler around you???
ponyboy definitely pretends to be like, your own bodyguard.
but really, whoâs scared of ponyboy?
he tries though!
when he watches a movie and some character reminds him of you, expect that to be the first thing he tells you.
âya know, when i went to the drive in, you really reminded of this one character.â
âoh? whyâs that?â
âwell because-â
and now you have to sit there and listen to him.
heâll draw for you so much :(.
if you tell him your favourite flower, he WILL give you a drawing of it the next day. heâll stay up all night if he has too!
Sodapop Curtis ;
heâs literally your #2 fan. first place goes to johnny.
heâs your biggest hypeman??? omg???
âgee, y/n! youâre lookinâ real fancy!! gonna get all the guys, eh?â
when ponyboy and darry argue and he just canât take it anymore, he calls you and asks to come over.
and of course, you say yes everytime.
so please, PLEASE, just let him cry into your arms!!!!
when heâs done, heâll try to go home but iâm begging you to tell him heâs welcomed to stay the night.
and if he does stay? ponyboy will be at your doorstep too.
heâll share his famous chocolate cake with you!! heâll make sure steve doesnât touch it.
âSTEVE THAT WAS FOR Y/N! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!â
âOH SHIT SHIT SHIT! WE MAKE MAKE ONE TOGETHER! THE MORE PEOPLE THE FASTER THE CAKE WILL BAKE RIGHT?!â
âDO I LOOK LIKE A SCIENTIST??â
Darry Curtis ;
he is so thankful for you i legit canât stress that enough.
you keep the gang in check, you keep ponyboy happy, and you help him around the house. what more could he ask for?
you legit force darry to relax while you look after the gang to make sure nothing bad happens.
âweâll be fine, darry. go to bed, your dark circles are gettinâ darker by the minute.â
âyeah super-man! weâll be fine with y/n!â
âyeah!!â
âfine, but if she wakes me up to tell me about any of you, so god help me.â
if you welcome him home with a newspaper and his favourite cup of coffee after a long day at work, he might ask you to move in.
Steve Randle ;
steve pretends that he doesnât like you that much.
but he really does. like, the second he hears some soc threaten or insult you? heâs after them.
shit, he might be chasinâ after them in two-bits car while two-bit yells at the person.
he will legit go to war for you if you asked him nicely.
he will rant to you about cars if you let himđ.
heâll rant to you about anything, honestly.
âand then the old bastard asked for a refund! the âno refundsâ sign was right on the door! how could that old bat not see it?!â
âsteve! donât call people that, but yes, it was very rude of that man to do that too you.â
âRIGHT?!â
Two-bit Matthews ;
he forces you to relax and watch mickey mouse with him.
he says itâs for your own good but when really, he just wants to spend time with you without the gang interrupting.
âguys! youâre stressing her out with all your STUPID questions! câmon, y/n, mickey mouse is calling our names. canât you hear it?â
âor maybe its the booze you had at 10AM.â
âi will sock you in your fucking throat steve.â
he plays with your hairâŚhe finds it fun!
please tell him how to do some styles so he can go home and impress his little sister :(.
he offers you beer every once and awhile just so he can say he got you to loosen up.
âso y/nâŚyou want some?â
âoh! no thank you, two. you know i donât drink.â
he calls you mom in a joking way, ya dig?
âmomm! steve called me a dumbass!â
âsteve, be nice! apologize.â
âwhat the fuck?!â
author notes ;
1. i like totally rushed near the end LMFAO.
2. i never thought you bitches would eat motherly!reader up like this??
3.are you guys okay??
4.THANK U SWEETHEART OMFG??
5.i think theres no romance??
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A day at quadrant: LN4
Author note: I donât even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think itâs pretty shit and I havenât finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx
Lando x quadrant fem reader
Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..
Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I donât know how to do warnings sorry x)
I woke up late again today. The mornings arenât made for me. I just canât do it. I love the feeling of sinking into my bed for 20 hours. But I canât today, I have 4 people with cameras recording waiting for me to bloody get up and start filming a video for quadrant. But Iâm not complaining because this is my job and something I like to do. I try to be in most videos and do my part, but itâs not like Lando gets that mad if I miss a few videos, but from my fucked sleep schedule, I donât think he will like if I miss another one after I skipped the last 3.
I realise the time and see Lando, Ria, Ethan, and Max spamming my phone to get on. Fucking hell. I donât even think to get changed, i just checked all my lash extensions were on, tied up my hair, and brushed my teeth. I probably look like shit but I did this to myself. âBetter late than never I guessâ max says rudely to take the piss out of me. Everyone knows my bad sleep schedule and how moody I am in the morning and after heâs done that, Iâm not having it.
âSorry guys my alarm didnât go off but Iâm here now ahahaâ you say trying not to make an unhinged comment to clap back at max. âY/n girl I missed you where have u fucking been!â Ria says. Ria is my bitch, we ride together, we die together, Ria is my best friend. âMe too Ria!â I say back politely.
âAlright enough mucking about we have to record this video mateâ Ethan jokingly says and makes Ria and I laugh. âWhat r we even playing againâ i question. âwe are playing gartic phone you muppetâ Lando tries to say but starts laughing at Y/n. âWhy r u laughing mateâ I say confused then realise wtf Iâm doing. Iâm wearing my pajamas, not my normal pajamas my fucking tiny, tight lace top that could pass for a bra if you squint your eyes. It hits me and I shit myself realising I have a camera filming me and recording everything.
âOmg Iâm so sorry fuck I forgot let me changeâ I panicked in saying quickly. âWho said to changeâ Lando bluntly says. I was stopped in your tracks. Excuse me? Lando? As if he just said that. âUm my tits are almost exposed on camera and i look like a hoeâ I say. My manager is definitely gonna get me in trouble for that. âWoah y/n you fucking hottieâ Ria says when she looks at me from my camera. I get nervous in my stomach and naturally run to go grab a hoodie, luckily i live in a small apartment so it didnât take me long. âUm sorry guys sorry letâs just move on I forgot sorry sorryâ i say nervously.
âYeah alright letâs go Iâll send you the link Y/nâ Ethan kindly says which is unlike him being a dickhead most of the time as a joke to piss me off. I like Ethan though I think heâs funny and actually caring about us all and our business. âSo do we write a prompt then get someone elseâs to draw and keep goingâ max says like he didnât ask to play it. âYeah but make it funny about us and f1 the viewers will fucking love itâ Lando says. I still canât believe what Lando said. I join the game and wait for everyone else to join. I started to feel the panic caving in on my chest and texted Lando.
lando wtf was that?
I send quickly
what was what?
He replied back
The fucking comment like I know Iâm sorry and shouldnât have worn that before chucking something on top but why did you say that Lando
I started to let everything out on accident, but I had every right to, he was my friend and said that I should not have changed from my top that was basically lingerie.
fuck I was just joking
He replied back bluntly.
Why do I feel sad that he said that. Did he think I looked bad in it? Did he think I was looking like a hoe? Fuck why did I talk to him like that heâs my boss!
âAlright weâre starting now lock in donât say any dumb shitâ Max says right before filming the intro and starting the game. I donât know what prompt to write. Then I get an idea to do Ethan and ginge in the sauna with Lando from a video they did a week ago. I submit it and then recieve a prompt. I bursted out laughing when reading it in my head and looking at my atrocious drawing. Itâs a drawing following the prompt of Maxâs bunda blocking Landos old fiat jolly, but I drew their hair orange on accident. I kept playing the game and do a few more rounds and have a laugh until we stopped recording.
The rest of the day was pretty chill as I was tired and it was a week day so i stayed at home until I feel asleep watching a movie. I wanted to get sleep like I always do but extra sleep tonight because tomorrow we were all hanging out for lunch and a chat to talk about future video ideas. Was it bad I wanted to look really good? Surely not right?
I woke up and this time remembered to change my top. I picked out a cute off the shoulder knit long sleeve top and some jeans. They made me look good with my tanned skin and made me feel just as good. I straightened my hair, brushed my teeth, and did my makeup ready to go to the cafe we were meeting up at. We always watch the video our editor puts together while we meet up at the cafe spot every week, itâs basically a routine.
Ria and I hugged each other then went to the table both fashionably late. I saw Lando, Steve, Aarav, Max, and Ethan sitting there on the big table with two spots saved. One next to Steve, and one next to Lando. After my short blunt convo with Lando I decided I wanted to sit next to Steve, but that was overruled when Ria already sat down. Well fuck isnât this awkward. Can I order a gun?
âHi Y/nâ he says looking at me. Why is my stomach already curling into a ball. âUm hi Landoâ I say quietly. I am a bit too close to home for my liking as the table was a bit small but itâs fine. We all ordered our food and I ordered some avocado toast trying to be healthy and aesthetic knowing well I end up eating some of everyone elseâs food lol. Lando like the child he is ordered pancakes.
âIm sorry about what i said yesterday, I didnât mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything it just came out im sorryâ. Lando says politely. Did I misinterpret his message? Why is he nice now? Why is my stomach tied up into knots? WHY AM I WEAK IN THE KNEES?
âOh itâs all good Iâm sorry idk why it didnât click to change out of that fucking slutty top like a normal personâ I blurt out. âWoah why are you so hard on yourself, calm down Y/n itâs completely fine and it was a nice top anyways, it looked good on you.â he said. EXCUSE ME? âThanks?â I said confused. Thank fuck the food came otherwise I would have fainted at the awkwardness.
The food was good, Lando didnât talk nor did I the rest of the lunch. Then we watched the video that came out. My heart sinks. The start of the video showing our cameras in the intro has me at the start or the whole morning, in that fucking top on YouTube. âWait-fuck what why am I in there wearing that how did the editor get that clip itâs not even from the same time frame. I panicked. I was about to cry. All the comments were already flooding in hating on me saying I was attention seeking in that top. âPlease get it down, please please â I started crying already in Rias arms. Lando looked angry. âWho the fuck put that clip of her in itâ he said angrily. He calls the editor who made the video on speaker. 0.00001 seconds after the editor answer Lando is already yelling.
âWHY THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THAT CLIP OF Y/N YOU DIDNT EVEN ASK HER OR CARE YOU PURPOSELY DID IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID! GET IT DOWN NOWâ. Lando yells before hanging up knowing the editor got the message. Iâm are still shaking and trying to not bawl your eyes out with just a few tears. âLando itâs my fault you didnât have to yell at him like that sorryâ i say weakly. âNO ITS NOT YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT WAS FILMED AND CLIPPED YET AND HE PURPOSELY DID IT, ITS LIKE HE WANTED TO HURT YOU. FUCKING DICKHEADâ. Lando yells. Out of instinct i just run and give him a long hug. My head sinks to his chest. He holds me tightly as i hold onto him for a while.
I go back to your apartment that night. Iâm just sad. Especially after reading all those comments about me. I try to ignore them all but they keep flooding in like rapid fire. I automatically give in and go on my phone. But to my confusion Iâm getting tagged on twitter instead.
Fucking hell. When I thought this couldnât get worse.
There is a video going around with hundreds of thousand of retweets already. Itâs a sex tape of a girl which confuses me so I click onto it. Oh my god. Itâs a deep fake of my face and that lacy bra thing on a random sex tape. I canât do this anymore. I wish I didnât exist. Naturally i call our quadrant group chat. Everyone answers immediately leaving me to realise they have seen it too. âGuys, I am firedâ I say while bawling my eyes out. âY/N Iâm coming now with Landoâ Ria says while in her car on her way to my apartment. I canât even process what Ethan and Steve are saying cause my mind is just blurry and Iâm a mess.
5 minutes later a knock is on my door and itâs Ria with Lando. I just cry in her arms and start rambling on about how my life is over. âY/n that editor is going to jail, the YouTube vid is down and all of our socials are deactivated for now, talk to us if you need nowâ Lando says calmly to me. I just hug him tightly. âCan you tell everyone thatâs obviously not me pleaseâ I say weakly. Ria is making me mac and cheese cause she knows itâs my favourite. âOf course I will and I will get this fixed Y/n for now just let us take care of you and get better.â Lando says. His touch is making me feel better if Iâm being honest. âThanks guys for coming over tonight, can you guys stay Iâll sleep on the couch and you guys take my bedâ I say calmly as Iâm starting to get her my bearings and feel a little better about everything.
âYouâre not sleeping on the couch.â Lando and Ria both say straight away after my words. âLando has a race next week so he should fuck his back up on the couch again like he did that one night he got drunk at the club last monthâ Ria says jokingly. âIs it okay if Iâm in the bed with you?â Lando says maturely (shocking I know). âYeah itâs fine if it is fine with youâ I say back. âYes itâs completely fine.â Lando replied quickly. I go to change into my pajamas. I see that bloody top. I donât think twice after ripping it into pieces with my hands and teeth before chucking it out. âFuck that ahahhaâ I said laughing as all the lace misses the bin but I ignore it. Ria Lando and I all start watching a movie together, Ria asks me which movie and I try to think of a normal movie I want to watch but Iâm not sure why ratatouille is speaking out to me but I choose ratatouille like the wise mature person I am. Lando starts laughing obnoxiously which makes Ria and I start to as well. âItâs a good fucking movie shut upâ I say defending myself laughing.
We are watching ratatoullie all together while Iâm snuggled up in between Ria and Lando feelin comfortable and safe. My mind starts to forget a little bit about the stupid video situation. I donât know why but my legs somehow ended up over landos. Whoopsies. I feel happy and safe with him, he had always been a good friend to me and always fun to be around. We all get tired after the movie ends and go to bed to sleep, well Ria goes to the couch to sleep.
Something inside of me wishes this isnât the last time Lando is in my bed..
Should I finish this idk what Iâm doing but I myself am going to bed too xx - author
thanks to these lovely authors who inspired me to write ahahahha:
@mariahcarreyyy @f1goat @uglyducklingofthe2000s @vivwritesfics
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FUCK MARRY KILL -
[ot7 x reader]
GOLDEN OUT SOON
8 participants - 8 online
âââââââââââ
jin: just googled what champagne confetti means and wtf????
jimin: the fact that you had to google that đ
namjoon: itâs been how long since the song came out?
y/n: wow jin ur really old as hell
đđđđđ
jin: IM NOT
hobi: bro had to google champagne confetti đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
jin: A LOT of people donât know what that means
tae: a lot of old people đđđ
jin: can you stop with the skulls
jimin: đđđđ
jin: i bet jungkook doesnât even know what that means
jk: i do
why would i say it if i didnât know it stupid
hobi: jungkook just called u stupid đ
jin: bye
y/n: iâm turning evil
hobi: yesss feminism đđ
jin: how?
y/n: i just am
stay out of womenâs business
jk: no guys itâs true she didnât make me breakfast today đ°đ°đ°đ°đ°
yoongi: are you 5? why does she make u breakfast
jk: love
you wouldnât get it
tae: i love an evil woman
they get me going
if you know what i mean
wink wink
y/n tell them what me you and namjoon did yesterday lol
namjoon: shut up
y/n: if you keep talking iâm going to block
you
tae: baby đ
she doesnât mean that guys
jimin: what did you guys do?
y/n: nothing important
hobi: iâve decided that enhypen are my biggest enemies in life
I HATE THEM
jk: i love jikjin â¤ď¸
namjoon: that was treasure
jk: no
namjoon: ok
jimin: what did enhypen do to you
hobi: exist
iâm not fucking with them
the vibes are off
and there are too many australians
y/n: isnât it jake the only australian one?
yoongi: why do you know his name
y/n: because iâm nice and remember peopleâs names
hobi: iâll literally kill jake like wdym oh naur??? like only i can say that
fucking bitch
UGH
i hate him
jimin: wow ok
namjoon: hoseok be the bigger person here they are kids
hobi: iâm skinny
bigger person?? absolutely not!
jimin: he kinda real for that idk
y/n: LMAO
jin: iâm saying fuck enhypen AND newjeans
hobi: literally
y/n: haters
jimin: NO FUCK NEWJEANS FOR REAL HAD ME DANCING TO ETA
LIKE IâM A MAN
jin: ha
jimin: whatâs funny?
jin: đ
jimin: i literally agreed with you idk why ur trying to fight me rn
jin: i didnât even say anything
jimin: you didnât have to
namjoon: ok both of you stop
jk: what if i was a giant meatball
yoongi: thatâs nasty
tae: no cuz i get it
are you the meatball or is the meatball you
if you know what i mean
jk: i know
tae: no bro
we know
yoongi: ur sick
both of you are extremely sick
hobi: wish enhypen was sick
with the plague or something
y/n: thatâs not nice :(
hobi: i would say iâm sorry
but iâm not
and i donât lie
i just donât
jk: guys can we cook rocks
y/n: no
jk: why not
y/n: they are rocks
jk: ok but have you tried
y/n: shut up
jk: yes
hobi: i could so play alexander hamilton
jimin: isnât that the guy who drives the fast car?
jk: the fast and furious man?
tae: vin diesel????
yoongi: lewis hamilton you fucking idiots
hobi: iâm talking about the founding father
jk: what did ur father find???
namjoon: isnât that an american thing?
jimin: finding fathers?
y/n: i can find mine
jin: so can i
and last time iâm checked iâm not american
tae: does america think koreans are fatherless?
yoongi: you act like u are donât blame them tbh
hobi: no guys donât you know the musical??
jin: about fatherless koreans?
jk: or the car man?
i thought that was a normal movie
did i miss the singing part???
y/n: omg didnât jimin do a song for fast and furious??
jimin: OMG I DID
namjoon: wait iâm confused
hobi: lin-manuel miranda???
tae: wtf is that
jin: a sauce?
y/n: is that not the lip bite guy
hobi: YES
yoongi: give up hoseok
hobi: i have faith in them
yoongi: donât
hobi: ur rightâŚ
jimin: anyways
tae: thinking hard rn
namjoon: iâm impressed
tae: thank you its the first time iâve ever done this
iâm fucking with it lowkey
yoongi: go away
tae: can someone ask me what iâm thinking about
jimin: no
tae: since you asked iâve got a really important question
jk: iâll answer
tae: no you wonât
hobi: y/n do you want cookies?
y/n: PLEASE
jin: can i have some
hobi: no
jin: :/
tae: y/n
y/n: what
jk: đ
tae: fuck marry kill
like out of us
rn
this shouldnât be hard
y/n: ur right itâs not
fuck jin marry hobi kill jimin
tae: just fell to my knees
jimin: kinkyyyy
hobi: đĽş
jin: real!!!!!!!
jk: wait what
yoongi: lol
tae: clutching my chest
namjoon: would you all get a grip
tae: i have a grip on my heart
iâm having a heart attack
ohmygod
itâs fading to black
help me
beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeppp
(iâm dead)
yoongi: thank god
jk: y/n you can kill me yk?
wonât even be mad i swear
like fr
as long as ur thinking of me ha
idm!!!
y/n: but i picked jimin to kill
jk: oh lmao yeah!
you picked jimin
silly me lol
yeah
ur right lol
ha
jimin
yeah
jin: you wanna fuck rn lol?
yoongi: shut up
jin: ur mad
yoongi: iâm not
itâs just a stupid game đ
jin: EWWW YOONGI JUST USED âđâ
i could throw up
someone kick him
jimin: when you kill me can you do it by strangling me
i feel like that would be the best way to go
namjoon: gross?
hobi: i think we should have a spring wedding that would be SAURRRR cute
y/n: NAURRRR ur so right
jk: ha ha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
jimin: wow heâs insane
jk: i could die better than you
i would die instantly
i wouldnât fight back
i wouldnât struggle
i would just die
jimin: the struggling is the best part
namjoon: stop
yoongi: fucking freaks
tae: sheâs in love with me i know it
y/n: did you not just have a heart attack?
tae: can you kiss me like yesterday
y/n: absolutely not!
tae: wow u want me so fucking bad
jin: yesterday?
jimin: letâs a have threesome
hobi: bro canât count
jimin: no
i just donât vibe with jin fr
jin: ur such a hater itâs crazy this is why sheâs killing you
and fucking ME
jk: LOL
LOOOOOOOOOOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLLLLLLLLLL
y/n: guys can we talk about rn gojo pls Iâm feeling sentimental
namjoon: who is that?
y/n: sighs looks out window
yoongi: donât let her start
y/n: gojo was a hero to many a enemy to some a teacher to a few but to me
to me gojo was everything
jin: already donât care can you come over lol
y/n: you want an in person gojo explanation???
jin: if that is what people are calling head now absolutely!!!!!!!!!!!!
y/n: jin i could cry
iâll be there đđđ˝
tae: me and joon are here
well like more me than joon but he can come if you want
iâm here babe
pls
donât go to jin
jimin: wtf are you talking about đ
jk: she didnât even kill me guys
wow
like
wow
she didnât even kill meâŚ.
hobi: she married me
jimin: ur clearly not on her mind bro
jk: no ur right
why would i even be on her mind anyways
iâm just a stupid idiot that no one loves
or wants to kill
y/n: get a grip
jk: grip gotten
yoongi: ur all dumb as hell
y/n: donât be mad i didnât pick you
yoongi: iâm not
jimin: iM nOt
yoongi: she literally killed you stfu
jimin: so?? at least i was on her mind
jk: WHY DIDNT YOU PICK ME OHMYGODDDDDIDJDJJDJJz nxbsjsh
tae: ok but be fr did you forget how to spell my name y/n be honest
tae: my name is tae
y/n: i know!
jk: i thought it was taehyung?
tae: CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP RN WE HAVE BIGGER ISSUES
jk: iâm sorry ur right
no one loves me
hit me in the head with a shovel
tae: ok LOOOOLLL but out of the remaining people who would you fuck?
y/n: joonie đđ˝
yoongi: u think ur so funny
y/n: ?
sorry for speaking my truth
jin: literally
tae: NAMJOON FR????
AFTER ALL I DID
and you pick the man that basically sat behind you the whole time
jin: wait
namjoon: taehyung
tae: WHATEVER
jin: waittttttttttttttttttttt
y/n: letâs not wait actually
jk: y/n are you sure you donât want to kill me
jimin: shut the hell up
tae: AHHHHHHHZHSHSHSUDUDH
UGHHHHSYSZHSSBDBDN
YOU WANT ME
i hate life
you want me so bad
i know it
FUCK YOU
tae left âGOLDEN OUT SOONâ
yoongi: wtf
jimin: wow
hobi: didnât know it was that srs
jin: i have a theory
namjoon: you donât
jin: no i definitely do
y/n: shut the fuck up
jin: wow u guys are nasty
yoongi: ????
jk: y/n did you change ur mind?
jimin kicked jk from â GOLDEN OUT SOONâ
â
tags: @piw6n @jvmisvu @birdie-vhs @kooksmilitarywife @hob3loveofmylife @jujubiism @bloopkook @ratchetpizza1 @myntalks @arloo00 @watamotee33 @y2kcy3brz @taiwan0618 @indigobsessed @freyadanvers @gguksbeloved @raetf @bbsantc @winuvs @medicinemybish @bxnnyhime @leleluvsbts @baetukki @zyaaaszn @thelilbutifulthings @yojaschill @k4ngelz @junghoseokshusband
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I Just Feel You (W.M)
Avenger Fem Reader x Wanda Maximoff
Summary: When things go downhill after a mission but revelations arise.
Warning: hurt/comfort. pain description. Let me know if i miss anything.
A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from 2 requests combined. I tried to write it as short and fast as i can but turns out it wasnt that easy. hahaha. I didn't really proof read this fic so i'm sure there'll be some errors in it. Thank u @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming. Thank u my curious george anon for the summary line. :D Thank you @stonemags for helping me checking and give me some corrections. These are the requests for this fic. Happy reading!
Main Masterlist
The snow surrounding is mostly untouched. The further it is and the higher it is up to the mountain, it looks all perfectly sparkling white. Silence dominates the air.
That was a little while ago, before you and your Avengers team mates came to attack one of Hydra secret labs and warehouses and the fight has been on for a while.
The sounds of gunshots, the screaming Hydra's army try to fight all of you and even some explosions are now breaking the silence.
âOkay, we already got all the vibranium they have here. Everybody try to get back to the jet now.â Steve instructs everybody through the comms.
âI still need to go into their computer system in the north building to hack the bomb that they set in Sokovia's main city.â Stark explained as he flies in the air at high speed.
"What about the detonator? One of Strucker's guys has it and he's running away with it to the east side." Natasha reminds everybody followed by a grunt as she fights the enemies in front of her.
"Somebody needs to get him before they blow it as their plan." The blonde super soldier directs his thoughts in the middle of throwing his shield at the gunman who tries to shoot him. âI can go to where the detonator at as soon as Iâm done moving the vibranium to the jet. â Pietro offers his help as he runs super speed, knocking down three more Struckerâs guards.
âY/n, why donât you teleport there?â Yelena mentioned.
âI got Strucker locked in my target. Iâm ready, Cap.â Clint informs through the com while pulling his arrow back and ready to shoot as he waits for his cue on the west part.
âYelenaâs right. I can teleport to get the detonator. Iâm almost done with this big guy here.â You agreed and fought the last tough enemy you got in your assigned part of the building.
âNo, y/n. Your power is new, you donât have the control on teleporting where you want to go yet.â your girlfriend reminds you about your new power.
âNo, donât worry, Wands. I have been practicing with Yelena and I have been controlling it pretty good.â you disagree. âY/n, donât listen to my sister. Listen to your girlfriend.â Natasha backs up her best friend, Wanda.
âY/n, donât do it. I will fly to him now.â Wanda tries to leave you no room to argue no more.
âWandaâs right, y/n.â Tony sided with your girlfriend as well and just like that, the comms line gets chaotic with the team agreeing and disagreeing with the plan while fighting whoever comes in front of them, kicking their ass.
âTrust me, y/n has been doing good. Itâs about time to try it in the real field. What worse can happen right?â Yelena expresses her support for you.
âShe can get hurt! Y/n, you better not do it!â Wanda warns you in a stern tone this time.
âCap, what do you wanna do with this bastard? A helicopter just landed, heâs running away. Shoot him now?â The archer asks once more. Your and your teammates' voices overlap each other.
âYeah, shoot him.â Steve answers.
âIâm gonna do it now.â you decide despite Wandaâs warning.
Clint let go the arrow, targeted the running Strucker and just like Wanda said, you showed up in the opposite direction you wanted.
You gasp as you feel Clintâs arrow force through your upper abdomen near your ribs, luckily the new technology on your suit managed to block his arrow before it hits your vital organ. It was impressive but it hurts you good. âWait, y/n! What the hell just happened?! Clint asks in such shock and confusion of what he saw from the top of the hill.
"I just got hit by your arrow, Clint. Fuck! That hurts." You tried to get up but you couldn't.
Confident that none of the Avengers are close enough to get him now, Strucker noticed what happened and looked down at the wounded you now. âAh, I remember you. You finally got your power. Teleporting, not bad. Iâll come back for you, to finish what I started on you.â
His heavy voice in a malicious evil tone made its way to be heard by you causing fear to show up out of nowhere in you. Your body starts to shake a little and you feel colder than a few seconds ago. Your legs weakened from your trauma. Vivid images of memories flash rapidly, sending shivers to your bones. You were one of Hydraâs experiments before The Avengers saved you and recruited you to join them.
The wound makes it hard for you to move and all you can do is respond to him in agony. âNo, you wonât! We will get your ass, Strucker! And stop you from doing more experiments on those poor people, you son of a bitch!â
âCan anybody go where they are? Clint, canât you shoot more arrows?â Tony talks in concern.
âThat was my last one.â
âIâll take care of y/n.â The Maximoff twins said the same things at once.
Strucker didnât say anything else and walked away shortly after he left with a confident smirk on his face to get onto the helicopter.
Pietro and Wanda came at the same time but too bad Strucker got away.
You hear a thud as Wanda lands. "Detka, what were you thinking?? You are hurt now." She sounds upset as she leans to you to check your wound.
"Hey, Wands. I'm okay. Don't worry. Ouch!" You replied as you flinched when the red magic tendrils wrap you and lift you up.
"Come on, ya goose. We gotta make sure you are okay before my sister gets mad at you." the silver haired twin teases you, knowing how angry Wanda is right now. He knows how protective and possessive she is of you.
"Love, are you mad at me?" You ask as you are floating into the quinjet as everybody else is already waiting in silence, they know better not to say anything when Wanda is furious.
âNot now, Y/n. Weâll get you first aid at the compound first, then Iâll talk to you.â Flat yet irritated was the red haired witchâs tone. You can see Natasha hit her sisterâs arm as soon as she tries to talk to avoid more tension that she caused earlier.
âWeâll be at the compound soon in less than an hour.â Clint announced.
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Big thanks to Starkâs technology inventions, your wound will get better faster than usual. Wanda walks out of the meds room as soon as you are done and scurries to your shared bedroom. You try to catch up with her steps. âWands, are you mad? You didnât say a word to me the whole flight backâ She ignores your question and keeps walking. You keep following her.
As soon as she walks into the bedroom, she slams the door before you even get the chance to get in. You open the door and walk in. âSeriously? Slamming the door? Whatâs your problem, Wanda? What did I do?â
She turns around to you and glares at you before she finally breaks her silence. âWhat the hell were you thinking?! Teleported when you canât control it yet! You couldâve died, y/n!â
âBut I didnât, did I?â Trying to loosen up the tension, you joke around a little bit but oh boy you realized it was not the smartest thing to do right now. Wandaâs annoyance flares and she simmers with anger. âYou seriously did not just say that, y/n! Argh! You never take anything serious, don't you? You don't take me seriously, or our relationship or even your life! I thought you would change but I was wrong." she snapped. Her voice started to raise. Her heart pounding and her muscles quivering.
âWhoa! Whoa! Whoa! Where the hell did all of that come from? I donât take you seriously? And our relationship? Wands, Iâm committed to you. You said that you thought I would change? change to what? You never mention anything about this. You are all over the place now babe.â You responded as confusion showed up in your face.
âOh donât you babe me, y/n! Iâm not all over the place!â Wanda refuses your words after stopping herself from walking back and forth. Tension is for sure escalated.
âOh yes you are. First you didnât talk to me in the quinjet, then you got mad because I was being reckless in the mission and then about me not being serious and never changing? What the hell?!â you added.
"You are childish, y/n. You know that, everybody knows that. " Wanda keeps arguing back at you. Rage bottled up inside her.
"I am younger than you but I'm not childish! What did you mean everybody knows that?" You deny her upsetting words wholeheartedly. "Well, if you weren't childish, you wouldâve not listened to Yelena and teleported then get shot with Bartonâs arrow! You always put your life in danger! You didnât care about yourself or me.â Both you and Wanda start to yell at each other.
Anger clouded the two of you and mixed feelings slowly built up. âAlways?â You genuinely ask but to Wanda, itâs like gasoline to her fire of rage.
âYes! Always. You seriously forgot you almost got killed when you tried to kill the giant alien by yourself just so you can win your stupid bet with Yelena?! You know what, y/n, Iâm dating you but I feel like Iâm more babysitting you and Iâm sick of it! I can't do this anymore." Wanda rambles in frustration as both her hands shoves her hair back off her face.
Your heart drops when you hear the last words she said. Tears start to pool in your eyes but you try hard to keep it in and swallow the lump in the back of your throat. "W-what did you mean? Are you breaking up with me?"
This time it was Wanda's stomach turn to churn hearing your question. She is as speechless as you are and doesn't know how to answer you but unfortunately, her silence was enough for you. WIthout saying a word, you walk away from you and proceed to pack your backpack.
The now bewildered Sokovian twin looks at you and asks âY/n, what are you doing? Where are you going?â
âAnywhere but here. Apparently, you need some time to think and so am I. Iâm going for a walk. Do not wait up.â You answered with a shaky tone, avoiding any possible eye contact to happen as you pick your pace filling up your backpack with your clothes and belongings.Â
"Do not wait up? So you are not coming home? Where are you going to stay tonight? Y/n, donât go." Wanda rambles her questions while trying to hold back her tears and anger at the same time..
"Natasha is staying at her parents house. So I'll stay there and hang out to clear my mind." You answered and in a split second, it turns Wandaâs sadness back to anger again.
"Oh I see. Yelena is there too. That's why you are going there tonight, right?" Another accusation forcing its way out through Wanda's words.
"What are you talking about? I'm going there to think and talk with my best friend, Nat and also for you to have your space to rethink what you just said. I'm starting to think, what is the main issue here? Is it about you being overprotected, about me being childish, or what?"
You wait for her answer but Wandaâs lips are shut. She refused to say what her main issue was. âI guess we both really need some time to calm down so we can discuss this together.â You quickly turn your head away from her so she wouldnât see your tears and with heavy footsteps you leave Wanda alone.
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The next morning, Wanda looks for you as soon as she wakes up. She rushes to any room in the compound yet she has no luck in finding you.
Her steps bring her to the dining room, hoping that you are there having breakfast with the other teammates like usual. She catches the two Russian sisters in her eyesight instead of you. Her heart shakes and her stomach churns. Her instinct tells her something is not right.
âNat, where is y/n?â puzzled yet alarmed, the brunette Avengers asks the redhead.
âI donât know. Why? Didnât you two go to your room together after we got back last night? Wands, is everything okay?â Natasha answers in perplexion. Her eyebrows furrowed.
âWe uh had some argument last night and she said she needs space to think so she told me she was going to your parentâs place last night because you were there.â Wanda explains while avoiding eye contact with Yelena. Her throat feels thickened.
âNo, I didnât get any text or call from her and she didnât come to see me either.â concern starts to rise inside both Natasha and Wanda.
âThatâs weird, she didnât answer my text last night and this morning. Did you try to call her yet?â Yelena chimes in.
A quick deep glare from Wanda goes straight to Yelena. âIâm still not talking with you because of yesterday.â Wanda responds coldly.
âWait, whatââ Yelena quickly questioned Wandaâs statement but was interrupted by Natasha right away. Natasha understands her best friend's reasoning on getting mad at Yelena.
âIâll inform the others to start searching for her. Something is off.â Wanda nods at the idea as three of them get up and start doing what they know what should do next.
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Like an hourglass that is almost running out of its sand in it, the hours of the day are almost over. All the Avengers have been doing their part to find you but they still got no luck until this second. Wanda has been worried sick. Tony has been doing the best he can to hack anything he could to track you.
âBarton, did you find anything?â Steve asks Clint from the comm who is looking for you from an aerial view in the helicopter. âNone, Captain.â Clint answers right away.
âIâm sure itâs all Hydraâs doing. Clint told me that Strucker talked to her before he ran away that day.â Wanda lets out her thoughts, her eyes red from crying for you.
âNot to mention she was one of his experiments.â Natasha added.
âWhy doesnât she at least try to teleport?â Yelena asks genuinely in confusion and gets another sharp stare from Wanda, as sharp as a dagger.
âStrucker probably use this thing that can block our power or weaken it if itâs put on around our neck. They put them on Wanda and I before and trust me, that thing hurts a lot..â The speedster Maximoff twins explains as he recalls the traumatic past of theirs.
âThen it will be hard to find her, we gotta hurry up so we wonât be too late.â Iron Man adds with a concerned tone.
Everybody forces their brain to think so they can find a way to get you back. Silence roaming around at the compound, Wandaâs heart wrenched and her body leaden. She keeps thinking and thinking but then she remembers one thing. One thing that only you and Wanda know about.
âI know a way to find her. I will try to telepathically communicate with her.â Wanda breaks the silence and everybody turns their heads to her instantly.
âY/n can telepath?â The blonde captain asks.
âShe has telepathy power this whole time and she didn't tell us?â The Stark company CEO looks surprised.
âWe werenât sure if it was a new power she developed or not. We thought it was more of a connection we have. She didnât want to tell everybody until she was sure and knew how to use it.â Wanda backs you up with her response as tears roll down on her cheeks..
âBoys, thatâs totally understandable. Iâm sure she would eventually tell us about it. Now, Wanda, can you try it now? Try to feel, or talk to her or whatever you can do with it? We need it, to save your girlfriend.â Natasha endeavors in cutting the conversation short, leading them to focus on the most important thing. Her green eyes locked with Wandaâs as she holds the side of Wandaâs arms and tells her to start trying to feel or sense where you are at but mostly, if you are still alive.
With that, the brunette witch nods and she closes her eyes, focusing her mind on you.
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You were woken up with a huge splash of ice cold water to your face and a heavy voice startled you at the same time.
âWake up! You call yourself an Avengers but you keep passing out and canât handle the pain?â A mocking laugh and tone echoes. You slowly open your eyes, your vision is blurred as your eyes are adjusting with the bright light from the lamp above you.
Intense aching claws every single of your nerves. You flinch from the pain on your neck when you move your head to look around. You realized you are still at the same dark underground facility with the last time you were at. You have lost count how many times you passed out from the torment you are experiencing in just one night.
You are still sitting on a chair with your wrists and ankles are all tied up to it. You weakly try to get yourself out of it but it was all in vain.
âLet me go!â You demand with the last bit of the energy you have left. Your lungs painfully try to get some air for your whole body. A mix of blood, sweat and water flows from your head and rolls over your face.
âI told you, I will come back for you.â A familiar bone chilling male voice with a thick accent made its way to be heard. You know whose it is. All the coldness in the air wakes every little hair on your skin, the smells around you, the stinging pain forcing most of your pores and Struckerâs voice definitely takes the role as if itâs a time machine that brings you back to your traumatic life history.
âWhat the fuck do you want from me?!â You grunt in agony.
âYou and your power. I made you, I gave you the power you have now so you will serve Hydra but you joined the Avengers instead and that pissed me off!.â a hard slap lands on your cheek and jaws.
You spit the blood from your busted lips. With the last drop of vigor you have in you, you try to teleport but shortly you scream in such agitation from the collar electrocutes your neck and you hear Struckerâs maniac laugh as if he is enjoying what he sees and hears.
âAw, where are you trying to teleport? You canât run away from me again.This collar can prevent you from using your power.â A fake sympathy wrapped with a mocking tone flows between his words.
The tall man turns his back on you and yells a command in a foreign language you donât understand and shortly after that, you are injected with a substance that brings out a lot more affliction in your body.
In a split second, your whole life flashes in front of you. Your sad childhood, your painful past after Hydra kidnapped you for the first time, the time you joined the Avengers and the time you saw Wandaâs green eyes that made you fall for her hard and helplessly.
Vivid images of her smiles parading in your mind with her laughter filling up your memories, the way she calls your name and all the pet names. You need her, you regretted that you left last night. You wished you didnât and solved the argument with her. You tried your best to fight all these with exertion. You want toâŚno..you have to come home to your girlfriend.
You scream your lungs out, forcing yourself using your power to teleport even though the collar strikes you hard with a high voltage wave and forcing more harm to you but a soft soothing voice in your mind speaks to you and it stops you from screaming. âY/n, can you feel me? Where are you?â
âWanda?â You mumble her name weakly under your breath. Your chest rises and falls. You look around slowly trying to see if Wanda came. Her voice sounds crystal clear yet her presence isnât anywhere near you..
You try to focus on listening to listen to everything you can and you hear something that gives you a clue where you are at. You close your eyes to try to connect your mind with hers.
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Red magic wisp lights up Wandaâs eyes as they are flooded with tears. Wanda can feel how you feel. She heard a faint answer from you. It drags her down when she hears how weak you are and it all comes together when she feels your pain.
âY/nâŚâ sorrow closes up her throat and plunges her into despair. In one blink, her tears escape.
"Wanda..what's wrong?" Natasha asks in such an anxious tone.
"Sestra? Is y/n okay?" Her twin brother lets out a question right after Natasha's.
"Please tell me she's still alive." Yelena's slavic accents disguise her worry about your safety.
"She's okay but she is in great pain, the same pain we had." Wanda's glistening eyes look at her brother, showing her vulnerability to him.
"So it's true, Hydra has her. Did she tell you where they keep her?"Â Pietro digs more information through his words.
Wanda nods in acknowledgement and says in a low voice. "She said Liberty."
Tony quickly commands his A.I to search for the clue Wanda got. âHydra has an underground facility under the liberty statue, way under it. It will take at least four hours to hack all their security systems and connections before we can invade them and save Y/n.â
Wanda marches her way to the door.
âWanda, where are you going? We have to wait.â Steve indirectly lets out a command to her. Wanda turns her head and she clenches her fists and with gritted teeth she refuses his order âIâm not going to let them lay their hands on my Y/n any longer, not even a second!â as she continues her steps.
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You almost lost your consciousness once more but you can feel Wanda more and more as if her presence is coming close. You close your eyes, focusing on your mind. Doubling your effort to telepathy with her. âI love you, Wanda. Iâm sorry.. Please don't get hurt.â
You can feel heartache, her heartache to be exact. The only thing that keeps you up at this moment is her anger that you are feeling and her high hope for you to be still alive until she gets there.
As your head slowly faces down with the energy you have left while Struckerâs men do a lot more research on you, you hear a lot of terrorized men screaming. It caught your attention. The more you try to hear it, the more other sounds you hear. Sound of automatic gunsâ ammo fired in the distance and a more screaming voice followed with many loud thuds echoing through the darkness of the facility.
You start to notice everybody who is doing the research on you starts to panic and more of Strucker's army come out with their firearms.
A blanket of fear covers them even though they are prepared for whatâs coming or perhaps who is coming.
A few of the armed men are being thrown to the walls and to the enormous iron gate that stands tall protecting the room you are in right now. Some shots fired even a little explosion sound passed through the barriers shortly before more guards got thrown even harder. You are sure that they are all dead.
Silence takes over the air all of a sudden and everybody around you watches in fright. All the front row guarded men even take a step back. The wicked scientists start to undo everything thatâs on you to take you away from whoever tries to save you.
The shadow thatâs reflected on the wall moves closer and closer to the gate as steps keep repeating, showing that someone is coming.
You weakly chuckle. You turn your head to the men on both of your sides. âYou are all screwed now. My girlfriend is here and Iâm sure she is pissed right now. Trust me you donât want to pissed her off.â you coughed between mocking words that you said.
âShut up! We're gonna take you away. She will die before she can save you.â The skinny man disguises his fears with his threat as he unties the straps to move you to the gurnee bed.
The huge iron gate bent and flew abruptly to the guards that was caused by the strong impact of the red wisps and crushed most of them to death easily.
Guns, weapons and men are flying around. Some of them are slammed to the stone walls. Some of them are thrown so hard to each other and knocked down to the ground.
Then there she is, the woman you love walks closer to you as soon as she sees you. You never saw her this furious, her eyes light up in crimson.
"Hands off!" In such fury, she commands and before you know it the red tendrils cover her hands then go straight to the two scientists next to you.
You see them scream fearfully for their lives as they are floating under Wanda's power above you. In a millisecond you hear a loud crack from their bones she crushes.
Without a doubt, they are deformed and die. Wanda throws their body to the ground like they are just a crumpled paper trash.
You feel her pain, anger and sadness yet there's a relieved feeling in her that makes you smile when her eyes slowly turn green again and catch your gaze. In a quick flinch of her finger, the collar on your neck broke and fell off your neck. You try to walk to her but your legs give up on holding your weight and you fall.
Wanda quickly catches you in her arms then lets you lay on her lap as her arms prompts your body up. "Detka? Oh my god, are you okay? I'm here, you are safe now. I will get you out here." She hugs you tight and rocks her body gently with you in her hugs, in a glance of hope it will make you feel better and safer.
âWanda, did you find her? Clint, Yelena and I are coming with the quinjet to help you.â Natasha informed her through the comm.
âI took all the guards down. I have her with me now.â Wanda replied shortly.
After she responds Natasha, she looks at you and runs her hand on your hair. âIâm sorry, malyshka. I should've not let you go that night. I should've told you that I was so jealous of how close you are with Yelena." Her cry sounds shaky, full of regret and guilt.
You grunt in pain after you let out a little laugh. âWanda, Yelena likes Kate Bishop, a lot. Iâ Iâm helping her to set up a date with Kate.â
She looks at you perplexed. âWhat? She likes Kate? Not you?â
You smile weakly, holding the pain as you nod slowly. âIâm so sorry, Y/n. You got hurt because of me.â Her eyes show a huge remorse. âSssstt.. Itâs alright. You could never hurt me. I just feel you.â You stuttered in comforting her.
In a cry, Wanda nods quickly. Her lips quivered, her tears dropped onto you.
"I love you, Wanda."
"I love you too, detka."
You heard an explosion, breaking the old walls to make a quicker exit path to the quinjet for you. Natasha rushed to the both of you.
âOh my god, y/n! Are you okay? We gotta get you out of here. Steve and Tony already take down the rest of the guards.â Natasha asks and carefully examines your injuries as soon as they get to you.
âIâm okay, Nat. Donât worry.â You smile, deep down you feel that you gradually gain your energy back after seeing two of your closest people are with you now. Wanda carefully elevates you with her magic and takes you to the quinjet as Natasha and Yelena watch the surroundings.
You float in the air passing Yelena as you get into the jet. âGeez, y/n, you look like hell. We should get your ass back to the compound.â Yelena comments with casual remarks, trying to cover how worried she is about you then follows you and Wanda.
âWhat are you doing here? Donât you have a date with Kate tonight?â You joked around as your face weakly forms a smirk at her. Your joke lured an eye roll from Yelena.
âShe canceled it.â Natasha casually answers while busy giving medical treatment to some of your injuries.
âWhy?â you curiously asked.
âBecause you were nowhere to be found and were in danger. Donât worry, Kate understands the situation." Wanda hears Yelena's answers. Her eyes jump around between you and Yelena.
âDonât worry, Yelena. I will help you set up the date for you and Kate.â Wandaâs words suddenly jump into the conversation before you can even reply.
Wanda looks at the blonde and smiles as her way to subtly fix the tension that was created between them by her jealousy.
âReally? Thank you, Wanda!â excitement is in Yelenaâs tone as she smiles back.
Natasha and her sister leave you alone with Wanda on the flight back. Wanda stays next to you the whole time, holding your hand and loving you with all her heart. She looks at you dearly.
You pull her hand and lay it on your heart shortly before you ask "Tell me what do you feel, Wands."
She smiles and says "I just feel you."
A/n: Welp, that's it for today. Let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!
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heyy l love ur all your touchstarved hcs and I was wondering if you could write anything for ais? if youâve done him already could you do leander? thank youu <3
GENERAL AIS HCS
gn!reader | OF COURSEE my babygirl & thank u omg IM GLAD U GUYS LIKE THEM !!𫶠i'll probably make a separate leander post + posts for the others too tbh
you see it in the demo but he's so so happy to see you get along with princess + any other pets đ personally i need a scene where they go to you instead of him and he pretends to be offended.
"after all i've done for you?" he asks before squatting beside you. his eyes flicker over to you before he joins in petting them. "guess i can't blame you, though."
ais teaching them tricks and grinning and saying good job and laughing when they jump on him for a reward. him teaching princess a trick and secretly being very excited to show you because he wants to see your reactionđđ
ONE LAST PET NOTE but i need to know what other names he's thought of because he totally looks like he'd give a big scary pet the silliest name ever. peak entertainment for him
if you know any other languages he'd love to learn some phrases!! yes i mean insults for others and nicknames for you. ais loves using them on like,, leander,, who's like What? so he can go "Wouldn't you like to know."
would be very amused if you dyed your hair to match his. calls you a copycat but if you threatened to redye it he'd get more annoying (said lovingly)
does the thing where he leans in really close as if he's gonna kiss you then doesn't. he reaches to grab something behind you and moves away while grinning
he likes listening to you talk about your interests and makes sure to remember important details. casually osmosis's (???) your interests and opinions even if he's never touched it himself
pulling him closer by his clothes or necklaces gets him. Interested.
the pocky game. he takes huge bites and kisses you or gets so incredibly close everyone's just like oh shut up. takes the stick that's a centimeter long between his fingers and goes "i think we got an inch left"
the type of guy who if you wordlessly hugged him would be like "miss me that much?" but have a noticeably firm hold around you because he Is a little worried about why you're hugging him. if you sincerely say yes, his eyes and voice soften when he says "well, good thing i'm here now."
he's confident and totally trusts you but he also finds it incredibly amusing to walk up and kiss you or wrap an arm around your waist if he sees someone try hitting on you. asks "hey, babe, who's this?" while staring right at them. Won't be nice if the person's an ass though
not afraid of pda. you could literally be clinging on to him and he wouldn't mind.
one of the guys who'd carry your silly looking bag without hesitation
you could say "oh try this," about a silly little heart headband and he'd let you put it on as long as he can give You one. "now we match," he says with a grin. take a picture together and set it as his lock screen and he won't change it for ages
looks like a guy who will drape himself on top of you if you're in bed or on the couch. the type of guy who when you say you need to go pee says okay i'll come with you before you shove him
^ likes it when you hold him and just play with his hair or trace things along is back. he plays that game where he tries to guess what you're writing and is ? weirdly good at it ?
if you made a playlist for him he'd listen to it whenever he misses you
also if you have spotify he always checks your profile. you say "i need to know who's liking my playlists" and he's like yeah they must have a crush on you. it's literally him though
sends you shit like this and says you @ me / us / etc because he's annoying and also correct. ais at the peak of the "you want me so bad" jokes would be on top of the world
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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 17
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader
Word count: 3.1k
Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.
18+, minors DNI
Chapter 16 | Series Master List | Ao3
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Chapter 17
A knock on your office door drew your attention, and you looked up from the computer to see Payback standing there. âHey!â
âHi,â he said. âCoyote and I are going to the food court in twenty. Did you want to go?âÂ
âIâve already got lunch plans with my team. Sorry.â
âNo problem, just wanted to check. You feeling okay today?â Smiling, you pushed back from your desk and touched your stomach.
âPretty good. Tired, but good. You?â
âSame. Ready for the weekend. Got a date lined up.âÂ
âOooh, really?â you smirked. He grinned and told you about the woman he was meeting up with for coffee. You couldnât help but think back to that fateful day Jake had crashed your coffee date. After a few minutes, he glanced at his phone and grimaced.
âCoyoteâs ready. Sure you donât want me to pick anything up for you?â When you declined, he nodded. âAlright. Oh, and Bob wanted me to tell you that heâs going to stop by tonight to mow the lawn.âÂ
âWhat?â you frowned. âHe doesnât need to do that.â In all honesty, the yard did need to be addressed. Jake had mowed it shortly before he left, but it was getting out of control. You told yourself that youâd take care of it every weekend but never got around to it.Â
âWe got a schedule set up, and Bobâs up first. Said heâd be by after work.âÂ
âReuben,â you sighed before pressing your lips together as tears sprang to your eyes. âYou donât - â
âNope,â he cut you off. âJust expect one of us every other week. We should have already done it.â Sighing, you pushed out of your chair and crossed the office, throwing your arms around him.Â
âYou guys are the best.â
âJust looking out for our own,â he shrugged, squeezing you tightly.Â
Bob indeed showed up after work and borrowed Jakeâs keys to move the truck from the garage and retrieve the lawnmower. While he zigzagged across the yard before making his way into the back of the house, you ordered pizza. It took only the slightest bit of arm twisting to get him to accept the thank you dinner, but he eventually yielded.
It wasnât until you were walking back to the truck later that weekend after a trip to the grocery store that you noticed the yellow sticker on the back window.
Baby on Board.Â
âThis is my favorite thing ever.â
âEver?â Jake smirked.
âEver,â you sighed, wiggling to get more comfortable and closing your eyes in contentment. âItâs never leaving our bed. Youâll have to bury me with it.â Chuckling, your husband rolled his eyes fondly at the sight of you cuddling your pregnancy pillow. Â
âNot gonna leave a lot of room for me with that thing.â Lazily, you waved your hand.
âYou can sleep in the guest bedroom.â At that, he laughed as you tried to suppress a smile, opening one eye to see his grin.Â
âI see how it is - Iâm gone for six weeks, and youâre already moving me out permanently.âÂ
âItâs not the you being gone thatâs getting you kicked out - itâs the you doing this,â you correct, placing a hand on your stomach. At twenty weeks, you were undoubtedly feeling less comfortable. After cruising some parenting boards and talking to your coworkers, theyâd suggested getting a pillow to support you while you slept and to get it so you were used to it when it would be harder to get out of bed. So, after some research, youâd splurged on a huge U-shaped pillow. In addition to helping the bed feel less empty, having something curled around you was comforting - with the added benefit of helping with your ligament pain and heartburn.
âThat was both of us,â Jake replied. His expression softened, and he let out a sigh. âIt sucks that they rescheduled your appointment.âÂ
Pressing your face into the pillow, you shrugged. âI know, but only two more weeks until we find out if weâre having an Oliver or Sloane.âÂ
âAnd your mom wasnât able to change her ticket?â
âNo,â you sighed. âBut itâs fine. Weâll work on the nursery or something.â Once youâd told your mother the date of the scheduled anatomy scan, she quickly booked a plane ticket to be by your side.Â
âYou shouldnât be alone for that,â sheâd said, brushing off your weak attempt to talk her out of it. âDad would come too but heâs going to be in Huntsville that week covering for another shop.â He sometimes went to other sites as a contractor to help with coverage and staffing shortages. Mom had let slip that he turned down a trip to England to make sure he was stateside when you gave birth.Â
âWhatâs wrong with the nursery?â Jake asked. Heâd set up the crib and changing table before he left, and youâd turned down his offer to paint.Â
âNothing, just want to get it cleaned up and organized. Itâs become a catch-all for everything, and Mom wants to go shopping, so I have a feeling that weâll be getting a lot more stuff.â It was his turn to groan as he scrubbed a hand down his face.
âTell her she doesnât need to do that.â
âOh, Iâve tried. But you try talking her out of it,â you scoffed before adopting a mocking tone. ââOh, itâs my first grandbaby! Iâm allowed to spoil them!ââ He chuckled, and you sat up, raising an eyebrow at the laptop camera. âSpeaking of - Lina called me.âÂ
A weary look crossed Jakeâs face at the mention of his sister. âYeah? Whatâd she want?âÂ
âApparently, your mother isnât happy about the lack of updates sheâs getting about the baby. Iâve gotten a request to send her an updated picture every week.âÂ
âDamn it,â he grumbled. Heâd finally gotten around to calling his parents the weekend before. His mom had pestered him for information about the pregnancy, and heâd sent her a few pictures youâd shared to keep her happy. Now, it seemed like she was ready to push in more, especially if she was enlisting Lina. âNo. If you donât want to, donât do it.â
âI donât know. I donât⌠I mean, my parents arenât getting a picture every week, but I talk to them all the time so they know whatâs going on. I have your momâs number so I can text her an update every once in a while. But theyâre your family, what do you think?â
While he knew that his mother wanted to be involved, the idea of having you be the one in contact with her made Jake anxious. The last thing he wanted was for you to be more stressed because of his family, especially when he wasnât there to step in. âLemmeâŚlemme think about it,â he said after a long moment.Â
âOkay,â you replied, giving him a soft smile. âI love you.â
âI love you too, darlinâ. Iâve gotta get back to work in a minute, so let me talk to the baby.â Heaving an exaggerated sigh, you lifted the arm of the pregnancy pillow and slid across the bed. Propped against the pillows, you set the laptop on your legs and angled the screen so your stomach was the central picture. Jake grinned at the sight. âHey, Sloane - â
âOliver.â
âSloane. I love you, baby girl. I canât wait to see the new pictures of you soon. Keep beinâ nice to Mama.âÂ
âYour daddyâs going to call you Sloane for a little longer, Ollie,â you chuckled, placing a hand on your stomach. âI promise, Mamaâs gonna make him eat his words for being wrong about you.âÂ
âDaddyâs gonna try not to rub it in Mamaâs face when heâs right.â
âGood thing weâre not going to have to put that to the test since you arenât going to be right.â
âIâm sorry,â he smirked, âIâm trying to have a conversation with my daughter.âÂ
âWhatever. Weâll know soon enough just how wrong you are.â
âMore like how wrong you are, darlinâ.âÂ
âWanna bet?â you challenged, tilting the screen so you could see one another better.Â
âWhat are the terms?â
âIf heâs a boy, I wantâŚâ your gaze drifted to the side of the bed as you chewed your lip. Aware that he was in a public place again, even with headphones on, you wanted to be coy. âI want to use my favorite thing on you three times, whenever I choose. Wrists and ankles.âÂ
Heat flared in Jakeâs gaze, and you squirmed, thighs pressing together at the memory of him held down by the restraints tucked under the mattress. He lifted his hand slowly and ran his thumb along his lower lip before licking it. After clearing his throat, he nodded. âSince I know Iâm right, Iâll accept that. And I want a video when Iâm right.âÂ
âA video?â
âWith the present I sent you.â His voice was low and rough with barely restrained lust. It was your turn to blush. When you came home from work on Monday, thereâd been a box on the front porch. Inside was a vibrator with clit suction, with a note from your husband saying it would have to do until he got home. You thoroughly enjoyed your gift once it was charged and you found a battery for the small remote. It may have been a bit unkind to send him a picture of you after using it, a blissful expression on your face after months of subpar orgasms, as a thank you.Â
âDeal.â
âHangman - mail!â Fritz said, shoving a cardboard envelope into his chest as they stood on the flight deck for the steel beach picnic. Jake quickly clapped a hand on the envelope, nearly dumping his plate with his burger and potato salad.Â
âThanks,â he grumbled, shifting the envelope under his arm and moving through the line. After grabbing a beer from the giant cistern, he made his way to where Mav and Rooster were sitting on the railing between the cornhole station and where some of the officers were hitting golf balls off the ship. The other pilots theyâd been training with milled about, chatting and sipping their drinks. After two months at sea, the higher ups had chosen to throw a morale day for the carrier, knowing that they would soon be drilling down for the war games.Â
âWhatâs that?â Mav asked, spying the package tucked under his arm as Jake set his drink and plate beside him.Â
âNo idea. Wasnât expecting anything,â he shrugged. At the sight of your name on the return address, he frowned.Â
âDivorce papers?â Rooster teased, and quickly jerked his leg out of the way when Mav moved as though to kick him. âKidding, kidding. Damn.â Shaking his head, Jake tore open the tab and glanced inside to see a white envelope.
DO NOT OPEN BEFORE CALLING ME was written across the front of it, and when he flipped it over, he saw more writing across the seam. I DONâT CARE WHAT TIME IT IS, CALL ME ASAP
Glancing at his watch, he quickly did the time conversion - Saturday at 1:25PM for him would be just about 8:30PM Friday night at home. Heâd already been planning on giving you a call as soon as he was done eating, so the cell was in his pocket. When he turned it on, he could see that the wifi extended onto the deck. âBe right back,â he said, stepping away from the two men and lifting the phone to call you.
You answered on the second ring. âHey!â
âHey, darlinâ. Just got the letter you sent that Iâm not allowed to open without calling you. Everything okay?â
âOh my god!â you squealed. âFinally!â He could hear people in the background and smirked.
âWhere are you?â
âJavyâs - I told you he was having us all over tonight.âÂ
âThatâs right, I forgot. So, can I open this letter?â
âWait, I need to see you open it. Can you do a video call?âÂ
âItâs, uh, a little loud on the flight deck, but I can manage it.â
âOkay. Is there someone there who can hold the phone for you?âÂ
âDarlinâ, whatâs in the letter?â Jake asked, turning back to Mav and Rooster. Rather than answer, he heard the phone beep and pulled it away to see that youâd started a video call. He quickly answered, grinning at your flushed face. âHey, Mama.â
âHey,â you beamed.Â
âHangman!â Coyote yelled, throwing his arm around you and waving. âLong time no see, man. Howâs deployment?â
âLater, Javy,â you said, quickly brushing off the other man. âI love you, but I promise you, this is more important.â The aviator held up his hands and chuckled, and Jake could see his friends in the background - Bob, Phoenix, and Payback were lounging on the couch.Â
âWhyâs this envelope so important?â Jake asked, holding it up. Your eyes widened and you took a deep breath.
âSo I wasnât exactly honest with you a couple weeks ago. The anatomy scan wasnât rescheduled - Mom and I went to the appointment on the original date.âÂ
Jake felt his heart stop as his eyebrows shot up. âY-you went to the anatomy scan already? Itâs not this week?â
âI had Mom record the whole appointment, and I promise you that I will send it to you as soon as weâre off this call,â you said quickly.
âSo you know what weâre having?â
âNo,â you grinned. âI have no idea and itâs been killing me for the last two weeks. I had Amanda put the ultrasound pictures and the gender in that envelope instead of telling me. We went right from the doctorâs office to the post office to mail that because I wasnât going to be able to keep myself from looking at it.â Words failed him as came to a stop in front of his friends, mouth hanging open. As the silence dragged on, your smile began to falter. âBaby, are you mad? I thought - â
âYouâre letting me find out the gender first?â he finally asked.
âSHUT THE FUCK UP!â Jake heard someone shout in the background, and you whipped around to see Phoenix standing, arms thrown out to hush the other men. âAre you finding out if youâre having a boy or a girl right now?âÂ
âWhat?â Rooster demanded, perking up at the sound of his best friendâs voice. Jake watched as you turned back to the camera and smiled shyly.
âWhy does this feel like an impromptu gender reveal party?âÂ
âSure seems like it is,â he grinned. âMama, you seriously donât know what weâre having?â
âI seriously donât know. I closed my eyes when Amanda was doing that part of the scan.âÂ
âI fucking love you, darlinâ. You okay with lettinâ these assholes listen in?â
âI am if you are.â
âHe is,â Payback quickly answered, stepping up behind you.Â
âHere, Iâll hold the phone so you can open it,â Mav offered, standing and holding out his hand. Jake met the manâs gaze and grinned, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head.Â
âGonna give the phone to Mav real quick. I love you.â
âI love you too. Iâm going to record this so we can send it to our parents. Now hurry up!â The older man greeted you when he was handed the phone and quickly flipped the camera, giving the young father a thumbs up when he was in frame.
âReady when you are, Hangman.â
Taking a deep breath, Jake stared at the camera and grinned. âAlright, here we go.â The envelope tore easily in his hand, and he quickly unfurled the ultrasound pictures. He drank in the newest images of his baby, seeing their little fingers and nose.Â
When he reached the last picture, he felt tears pricking his eyes as his heart soared. Unable to stop himself, he threw his arms up in the air and crowed, pumping his fist as he took a few steps away from the group. He knew he was drawing attention but couldnât care. He could hear Rooster and Mav laughing as he turned on his heel and quickly made his way back, grabbing the phone.
Jake watched as you laughed and wiped tears from your eyes. As soon as the camera flipped so he was in frame, you spoke at the same time.
âWeâre having a girl!â
âItâs a girl!â
He was vaguely aware of getting slapped on the back, and his friends laughing behind you, but Jake only had eyes for you. âMama, weâre having a little girl.â
âSloane Elizabeth,â you said through tears, placing a hand on your stomach and pressing against your daughter. âI guess you were right.â
âI told you aviators have daughters,â he beamed. âWish I was there with you, darlinâ.â
âMe too, babe.â
âThank you, for letting me do that. IâŚâ Emotion clogged his throat and he swallowed hard.Â
âI know, Jake. But we both know youâd be here if you could.âÂ
âWeâre a third of the way done, darlinâ.â
âTwo down, four to go.âÂ
True to your word, you sent Jake the video of the appointment as soon as you hung up. He smiled, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, and watched as Amanda the ultrasound tech pressed the probe against your stomach and pointed out Sloaneâs features. He had to wipe away tears when he heard his daughterâs heartbeat.
And, just like youâd said, when it came time to find out the gender, youâd thrown an arm over your eyes to keep from peeking.Â
Donât forget our bet, Mrs. Seresin, he texted a few hours later when lying in his berth after watching the video for the fourth time. The ultrasound pictures were carefully folded and resting beside him. Heâd already picked out the one heâd be putting up in his jet, right next to the picture of him carrying you across the front yard after the wedding, his hat perched on your head as you kissed him.Â
A few minutes later, his phone vibrated with your response. A betâs a bet, Tex. Any requests?
Want you in my service dress jacket
Blue or white?
Surprise me
Yes, sir đŤĄÂ
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Author's Note: They're having a girl! That was what the poll I put out about a month ago landed on, and I'm happy to say that it was in line with the original idea. The image of Jake finding out that he was going to have a daughter while on the carrier was actually the first thing that made me want to write this fic.
I also really love Bob putting the Baby on Board sign on Jake's truck. Wonder how long it'll take him to notice it when he gets back đ¤
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hawkins high alumni always run the end of year carnival to help raise funds for the school and steve is always in charge of the alumni basketball game, but this year theyâre trying out a kissing booth and who better to headline than steve harrington? | ( 3.9k â a little angst, a little fluff, kinda enemies to kinda lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )
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đśÂ dream boy, savannah conley
âNow, please donât be late, Steven. Jasonâs done with his shift right at seven and we donât want to keep people waiting.â Miss Click tapped on the clipboard in her hand before hanging it back up on the nail hammered into the wall of the booth, âRobin Buckley volunteered to cover the cash register for your shift too! You remember Robin.â
Steve felt his jaw tick with irritation as he tried to hide the grimace on his face, his old History teacher practically beaming at the very mention of his friend. Of course Robin volunteered to run the register. She just wanted a front row seat for what was sure to be the most humiliating night of his life.
âGreat. Robin Buckley. A real grade A student,â he said with a forced smile, jamming his hands into the pockets of his Leviâs.
âI thought so too! Such an attentive pupil,â Miss Click agreed before checking her watch. âOh dear, I need to go check on the cake walk. Iâll see you back here in a few hours, Iâm sure weâll have record donations!â and with that she was off across the football field leaving Steve alone in the small booth to freak out about what heâd just agreed to.
A kissing booth. Great. Perfect. Totally fine.
He definitely wasnât sore about Tommy getting to run the alumni basketball game instead of him. Wasnât stressing the fuck out about the idea of having to kiss people for an hour straight. Or worse, kiss no one at all and have to live under a rock for the rest of his life and he totally wasn't going to kill Robin for âgraciously volunteeringâ to take money at his expense.
Loosing a sigh from his chest Steve ran his hands through his hair and kicked at the frame of the wall, KISSING BOOTH written above him. All curly letters and lipstick marks and bright red paint, taunting and teasing him about what would be happening in a few short hours.
It was going to be fine. Totally fine. Steve Harrington could handle a few smooches for charity. Right?
Right?
Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you? You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two. I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you.
Joan Jett was yelling through the speakers of your stereo as you leaned over your dresser, swiping mascara through your lashes in the mirror, trying your best to hurry up and get ready for the Hawkins High Jamboree.
Did you want to go? Absolutely not.
Was your room mate and best friend making you go with her? 100%.
âSo, like, are you gonna be ready this century or should I plan on arriving in a coffin? Actually. Steveâs gonna probably put me in one anyway, might be doing him a favor,â Robin mused around her toothbrush from across the hall in the bathroom.
âHah, are you kidding? That guy came out of the womb as a fully formed show boat. He loves shit like this,â you shot back, shaking your head at the thought of Steve posted up at the kissing booth. A stupid, shit-eating grin pasted on his face. Signature hair all perfectly coiffed. A ridiculously long line of girls just waiting to fawn over him.
âCanât argue you on the show boat bit, but heâs still totally gonna kill me,â Robin said snorting as she spat her toothpaste into the sink.
You werenât sure what had happened between senior year and now, but somehow your best friend had also become Steve Harringtonâs best friend and it made absolutely no sense.
At first youâd been extremely skeptical, even overprotective of her, and made it a point to tag along with them where ever they were going to make sure he wasnât going to do something shitty, but much to your chagrin he proved you wrong every single time. He was even nice and somehow made Robin ugly laugh more than you did. How dare he?
âCâmon, I donât wanna keep Nance waiting, sheâs gonna be downstairs soon,â Robin popped her head in through your door and you shot her a grin.
âOoo, eyeliner. Are you two going out after?â you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at her and she frowned, cheeks flushed.
âYeah. Maybe. Whatâs it to you?â
âNothing!â you held your hands up in surrender and gave her a little smile, âJustâitâs about damn time. You two have been dancing around each other for months.â
Robin was pretty private about her love life, especially after things hadnât worked out with Vickie, and you were one of the only ones who really got to be in the know. Well. You and Steve, but you had to hand it to him. He at least seemed pretty damn empathetic and supportive in that regard toward Robin and you were thankful to him for it.
âWhat, are you keeping track?â Robin grumbled, smoothing her shirt down a bit and picking at the chipped black polish on her nails.
âYouâre the one with the scoreboard,â you gently teased back, shoving your feet into the Chucks next to your dresser, but then your expression softened as you looked up at her, âYou know Iâm not. Iâd be one to talk anyway, my love life is non-existent.â
âYeah, well. Maybe you should try. Itâs not all bad. Look at me, put myself out there and already have a date,â she said pointedly, scrunching up her nose at you.
âNo, thanks,â it was your turn to grumble and you shouldered past her into the hallway.
âWait. Wait a second. Yes. Yes, thanks!â she said, tone suddenly shifting into the one where you knew she was up to no good.
âRobs, whatever youâre about to say? Donât,â you grabbed your wallet and chapstick off the kitchen table and turned to fix her with a look. The way she was grinning at you was horrifying. âOh my god. What?â
âKiss him,â she said simply and you looked at her blankly.
âWhat?â
âPut yourself out there! Kiss him!â she said again more enthusiastically and your stomach flipped over.
âSteve? Oh, wow. Let me go ahead and put a âhellâ in front of my no. No, Robs. No way,â you crammed your things into your pockets and shook your head, opening the fridge to try and find a beer. Booze suddenly felt very, extremely, necessary.
âSeriously! Câmon! What, are you chicken?â she make a little squawking noise as you cracked open the last beer hiding at the back of the fridge.
âSeriously?â you parroted back, âWhat, are you twelve? No, Iâm not doing it.â You took a long drink from the can in your hand and grimaced as the carbonation fizzed in your nose. Too much.
âIf you do, Iâll leave you alone for a whole week,â Robinâs tone was sing-songy, dragging out the vowels as she leaned on the open fridge door and smiled at you all sweetly. Full of mischief.
You waited, took another drink of beer and narrowed your eyes at her. Sheâd been begging you to go on a double date with her and Nancy and the thought of it made you want to throw up. Not only were double dates super cringy, but one: you didnât have a boyfriend and two: Robin always suggested Steve and youâd immediately have to shut it down. He was absolutely not your type and there was no way youâd make it more than thirty minutes.
âTwo weeks,â you countered, âAnd if youâre gonna hang out with him it canât be here.â
âDeal!â she said much too quickly, sticking her hand out to you and you frowned, taking it and shaking it aggressively.
âGreat. Deal.â It was just a kiss, right? Not stupid Seven Minutes in Heaven or Spin the Bottle, just cramming a dollar into a jar and a quick peck on the lips and youâd be free from Robinâs meddling for two whole weeks. Worth it.
Buzzzzz.
Someone was at the door, a Nancy Wheeler shaped someone, and the color drained from Robinâs face.
âOh, câmon. Youâre fine, you look great,â you took another drink of your beer and then offered the last half of it to Robin who finished it off in one go.
âItâs notââ Robin burped, beer was a bad choice, ââtoo much?â
âNo, itâs not too much. The eyeliner is nice, really brings out the black in your heart. Now letâs get go,â you grabbed the empty can from her hand and tossed it in the recycling before shoving her toward the door.
âI canât believe youâre gonna kiss Steve,â she said, grin tugging at the corners of her lips and your expression soured.
âOh my god, just go,â and despite your grumbling, despite insisting on your irritation, all you could think about the entire ride over was a sliver of a memory from last summer.
It was smack in the middle of July. Sun beating down with the intent to fry you alive.
Robin had practically begged you to go get ice cream and it wasnât like you were gonna say no. It was hotter than hell out, of course you were gonna get ice cream, but then Steve tagged along. Sat across from you in the booth and ordered a strawberry milkshake. Wrapped his perfectly pouted lips around the straw and sipped it slowly. Licked whipped cream from his fingers. Ate the cherry last and looked up at you when heâd pulled it from the stem with his teeth and for a split second all you could think about was him.
What it would taste like. What it would feel like.
What it would be like to kiss Steve Harrington.
âBye now,â Jason was smiling all saccharine sweet. Pure sugar. Too much and too fake as the girl heâd just kissed slowly backed away from him. Unable to pull her eyes away as he leaned against the frame of the booth effortless and on display for the girls waiting in line, all of them disappointed they hadnât beat the clock to seven.
And as Steve walked across the field to take Jasonâs spot, he audibly groaned watching the other boy soak it all up.
Fuck this. He was not excited, he was not looking forward to this, and he did not want to stand anywhere near a damn kissing booth. Roughing his hands over his face he sucked in a deep breath. It was only an hour. Sixty minutes. It would fly by.
âWell, well. If it isnât the King!â
Yeah, no. This was going to suck.
âHavenât used that since Junior year, Carver,â Steveâs voice was flat, unamused, and when he walked up on the line a few of the girls huddled up and started to whisper.
âAh, câmon, Harrington. Return of the king! Back on top!â the grin that pulled at the corners of Jasonâs mouth grew as he fed off Steveâs negative energy. âCâmon, the ladies love it,â and as he turned back to the line a couple girls toward the end started to walk away, âOof, guess Iâm a hard act to follow.â
Steve jammed his tongue into his cheek, hands balling up at his sides as he eyed the other boy, wanting nothing more than to put a fist into Jasonâs face. âItâs for charity, dumbass. Not a damn competition,â Steve grumbled as the other boy pushed himself off the wall of the booth.
âWhatever you say, King Steve. Dropping like flies. Least youâll get out of here early,â Jason sneered and gave Steve a too-hard clap on the back. Biting down on his lip, Steve struggled to keep himself in check, struggled to keep his hands at his sides until someone else chimed in.
âCarver you better get goinâ, gonna be late for Bible study,â Robin walked up on the boys with you and Nancy in tow and gave Jason a too-sweet smile of her own, âDonât wanna let Jesus down. Well. More than you already have I guess.â
Jasonâs face turned beet red and Steve stifled a laugh with a very unconvincing cough, a few scattered giggles coming from the line.
âShut up, Buckley.â
âTsk, tsk. Howâs it go? Love your neighbor or whatever? Anyway, so nice to see you!â Robin punched him a little harder than she shouldâve in the shoulder and walked up behind the counter to take over for Chrissy Cunningham. âAlright, ladies! Now that weâve taken out the trash â come give the King of Hawkins high a big olâ smooch and help buy new basketball uniforms! Real win/win here, friends,â her voice was so loud it made peopleâs heads turn over at the cake walk and Steve wanted to die.
âJesus, Robin,â he hissed, scrambling over to take up his post under the giant red sign.
Nancy turned to you shaking her head, but smiling all fond over Robin, âI kinda feel bad for him.â
âI donât,â you said with a laugh, watching the line perk up a bit with Robinâs encouragement as Steve looked like he wanted to pass out, giving the first girl in a line a kiss.
âYou know, heâs not that bad,â Nancy said, giving you a nudge with her elbow.
Glancing back over at the booth you saw the second girl walk up and give her dollar to Robin, Steveâs face still flushed and pink, but lips just as pouted and perfect as theyâd been that day at the diner. Sipping down strawberry milkshake and pulling the cherry off the stem and you felt your stomach flip over.
âYeah, I guess,â you muttered, but Nancy chuckled when she saw how rosy your cheeks had grown.
âOkay, well you better get in line or youâll have Robin on your ass worse than before,â she reminded you of your deal and you groaned. âItâll be easy,â she said giving you a grin, âAnd he really is a good kisser.â
Your blush only deepened with her words and you tried to hide it, throwing your eyes down to your feet and starting to walk away, âOkay, great! Canât wait. So awesome. Just the best.â
âRelax! Itâs just a kiss!â she called over her shoulder as you fell into the last place in line behind someone from your old AP English class, trying very hard to not turn and run away.
At first it was an extremely awkward and uncomfortable exchange of events for Steve.
People would give Robin their money, sheâd say thank you in her silly sing-songy Robin voice, and then theyâd walk up to Steve and smile. Sometimes it was shy, sometimes it was overly aggressive, and sometimes thereâd be a weird pause where theyâd just stare at each other. Heâd clear his throat nervously or stress about whether or not he shouldâve brushed his teeth two more times before heâd left the house, but eventually sheâd lean in and theyâd kiss and then itâd be over.
It was ridiculous because he used to kiss random girls all the time at parties and shit in high school. Used to love it. Maybe because it stroked his ego. Because he liked showing off. Maybe he didnât get enough affection at home. Maybe Nancy Wheeler broke his heart and he just wanted to forget, but now? Things were different now. He was different now.
He didnât sleep around, he didnât kiss and tell, his dating life was abysmal and this kissing booth just seemed to add insult to injury.
âSteve,â Robin whisper-yelled between customers as if she could tell he was spiraling, âYouâre doing great. Only two more to go and youâre done!â
âGod, Robin. Please stop talking,â Steve hissed back and gave the next girl a weak, half-hearted smile.
âJust sayingââ
âHi,â Steve cut Robin off and greeted the shorter, blonde girl he recognized from Senior year science. She was second-to-last in line ahead of you and you fought back a laugh, watching the awkwardness unfold.
âHi, Stevie,â she purred and Steveâs stomach lurched.
Stevie? Oh god. Why?
Sheâd clearly just applied a fresh layer of shiny, pink gloss right before her turn came up and when she leaned in toward him, Steve waited til her eyes were closed to grimace. What? He wasnât a monster.
It was slippery and wet and not good, but Steve gave her what he hoped was a friendly enough smile as she pulled away all starry-eyed.
âMaybe see you around? When youâre done?â she asked and he swallowed thickly.
âYeah! Yeâmaybe,â he stuttered and she slipped him a piece of paper with her number on it.
âCall me,â she winked and Steve died.
âOkay, sure. Thanks,â he stumbled over his words and when she finally turned away you watched as he screwed his eyes shut, muttering under his breath.
You caught the words stupid and want to die and you almost laughed, but it fell apart in your throat as the girl walked away and left you there. Last in line and panicking as you suddenly remembered what was supposed to happen next. Why were you just as nervous as he was?
Shaking off the last kiss, Steve was ready to just be done. Only one left Robin said, but when he looked up the pained expression on his face softened.
You.
Robinâs room mate. Her best friend. Her cute best friend. The one who fought him over best friend duties. Who teased him relentlessly and gave him shit all the time. Wasnât afraid to eat an entire pizza on her own and always ordered a chocolate shake with sprinkles at the diner. Who wasnât afraid to call him out on things and had a mouth like a sailor. A mouth heâd wanted to kiss more and more every time he saw you, but he could never find the right time to ask or try or make a move andâ
âOh,â fell from him, quiet and surprised and your lips twisted into a little frown.
âOh,â you said back trying to tease, but it came out sounding a lot more hurt than anything.
Steveâs brows pinched together with worry and he took a step toward you, the most heâd moved all night. âN-no, sorry. I didnât mean it likeâŚâ he rubbed at the back of his neck, trying hard to put words to what he was trying to say, but they werenât coming out.
âThatâs okay. Sâfor a good cause, right?â you shrugged and forced a smile.
âYeah. Right,â he agreed lamely as you crammed a dollar into Robinâs hand with a glare. Two weeks better be worth it.
Then turning back to Steve you took another tiny step toward him and he did the same putting you two dangerously close. Almost toe-to-toe. The scent of fresh laundry and spearmint and boy making you feel dizzy, making you feel dumb, and when you pulled your eyes off the ground to look up at him your breath caught in your throat.
Fuck he was pretty.
That pout. The twin moles on his cheek. The soft slope of his jaw. The way his hair fell messy across his forehead and into his eyes all warm honey, liquid amber, melted caramel. He was making it hard to hold your grudge and you could feel the wall youâd put up around yourself start to crumble.
âSo. We justââ you didnât finish your sentence as he looked down at you, his lips parted, waiting, anticipating.
âYeah. Yeah, uhââ Steveâs voice was low and made your tummy twist as he shook his head a little and leaned down. Tried to do the same thing heâd been doing all night, but suddenly so damn unsure. He paused, close enough you could feel his breath as it warmed over your cheek, âIs thisâis this okay?â
âMmhm,â you murmured and you didnât have to wonder anymore. You were nervous, just like he was was, and it scared the shit out of you.
âOkay, guess Iâll justââ he said, voice barely above a whisper as he closed the gap between you and finally, finally pressed his lips soft and sweet to yours.
And it was everything.
It was slow and curious and a little shy, but the feeling of him against you pushed you to be brave and you tilted your head. Deepened the kiss. Opened for him and he slipped a hand wide and warm and soft at the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair and holding you even closer.
His tongue chased along your bottom lip and you sighed into him, letting him swallow all your soft pretty sounds until you were both breathless and needing air and when he started to pull away you swore youâd give Robin every single bill in your wallet to do it again.
Steve huffed a laugh, hand still holding you gentle at your neck and you bit your lips between your teeth to fight off a grin, too caught up in each other to care about anything else untilâ
âYeah, think Iâm gonna need another dollar for that one,â Robin was beaming at you two like an idiot and you both fixed her with a look, all sass and attitude.
âRobin,â your voice blended with Steveâs and Robin laughed so hard she snorted.
âOh my god, please, please make this work. Look at you two. This is ridiculous. Here, go get a drink,â and she fisted a wad of dollars from the register, counting it out and replacing it with money from her own wallet before practically shoving it at Steve.
âWhatââ
âNo, seriously, Harrington. Leave. Get outta here. Itâs eight anyway,â Robin cut Steve off and pointed at her watch. Eight on the dot. Kissing Booth closed.
âUh,â Steve started, looking back over at you with a lopsided smile, âWanna get a drink?â
Your heart fluttered in your chest, hummingbird wings and nerves and a feeling you hadnât had in a long time. A tiny flicker breathed into flames when Steve pressed his lips to yours and you felt your cheeks warm again at the thought of it.
âFor charity?â you teased, trying hard to will your blush away as you pulled your eyes up to meet his.
âNo way,â he said, too quick and suddenly his cheeks matched yours. Pink and rosy and warm and you laughed. âNo,â he tried again, smile tugging into a smug grin. Just a tiny bit King Steve, but the show of confidence made you weak in the knees, made you want to kiss him again and you grinned right back.
âOkay, but youâre driving. Robs has a hot date,â turning you winked at Robin and her jaw dropped, fighting the urge to dive over the counter and kill you.
âA hot date?â Steveâs eyes grew wide and he reached up to slap at Robinâs hands, âWith Nance??â
âIâm late, gotta get this to Click, told her Iâd close this up by eight so she could go home,â Robin rambled, trying to pretend like there was so much to do, but failing miserably.
âHave fun!â you teased, throwing her sing-songy tone back in her face, but she ignored you, walking off across the football field still mumbling under her breath.
You looked back to make a joke to Steve, to laugh at Robin, but the sight of him had your words dying in your throat.
"Ready?" he asked, twirling his keys on his ring finger, looking the most relaxed heâd been all night and your heart leapt, hammering against your ribcage. Deep green henley snug across his chest. Dark wash Leviâs hugging all the right places. Hair still messy in his eyes. Those eyes. One hand jammed in his pocket and dirty blue Adidas shifting on the terf, ready to get outta there. Ready to get a drink with you and dammit, Nancy was right.
He was a good kisser.
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hi i love your writing! could you possibly do justin herbert and reader breaking up but then they rekindle and itâs a happy ending?
author's note; anons treating me so well u guys have better ideas than i do icl
summary; alcohol and not being over your ex doesn't exactly mix well- unless, of course, your ex seems just as hung up on you.
word count; 1K
warnings; drinking, swearing
characters; Reader x Justin Herbert
You let a loud sigh escape your lips the second your apartment door shut behind you. You placed a palm on the door, using it for support as you slipped off your heels and let your bare feet sink into the carpeted floor.
"Jesus," you muttered to yourself. Without missing a beat, you headed to your fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. You set your purse down on the kitchen island and, wine bottle in hand, padded over to the couch.
You turned it on and, of course, your ex-boyfriend's face filled the screen. "It was just a flesh wound." He told the press before you could switch the channels. Your hand paused, hovering over the Netflix icon you had been meaning to press. A flesh wound?
You couldn't stop yourself from pulling your phone out and googling it. Three years later you were unable to resist the need to know he was okay. His dismissal of it on television seemed reasonable, you decided as you scrolled through a few articles.
But then a few articles became a highlight reel. And then media posts. And then his Instagram. He still followed you from back when the two of you had dated. You remembered his management encouraging him to make the account, and how, despite the fact he didn't run it, he had made sure you were one of the few hundred he followed back.
The split had been amicable. Your post-college heart had been absolutely broken, but Justin was moving to LA and you couldn't handle the distance. The two of you tried keeping in contact for a few months, but the second he was spotted with another woman you shut down.
By the time you had sorted out your feelings for him, it felt too embarrassing to reach out.
Now, ironically, you were in LA. And you wished you had held on to contact. Because god damn was dating in LA boring. The one you had just returned from had entailed a Chiefs fan mansplaining football to you and complaining about Taylor Swift- all because you had peeked past his shoulder to get a look at the Niners' score.
You forced yourself to close your phone. You stood up and walked over to the closest mirror, checking yourself out. You had done your hair and makeup and picked a cute outfit- even worn heels!- just for the guy to be a tool. You smoothed out your shirt.
Fuck it, you told yourself. You texted your best friend.
Wanna go out?
Absolutely, bitch. She replied.
The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. How you had gotten home, or what exactly had happened the night before, you had no idea.
You groaned loudly and leaned over to grab your phone off the nightstand. The notifications that greeted you were so mortifying you were sure you were going to puke.
Seven missed calls from Justin, three voicemails, and five text messages. There was no chance in hell you were looking at any of those.
You took an everything shower, blew out your hair, painted your nails, and made yourself food. Who knew that your ex-boyfriend could be so helpful when it came to working through a hangover?
Finally, hours later, you had to check. The time without your phone- although you hated to admit it- was driving you crazy. You could only sit through so much without wanting to check it. And you were sure your best friend had to be worried you had choked on your own vomit at this point.
You responded to her texts first, with a simple 'I think I drunk called Justin.'
You ignored her frantic texts and clicked on his first voicemail.
"Hey." His voice sent shivers down your spine. There was something so homely about the way he sounded. Like hearing an old favorite song. "I think you drunk called me. My hand's fine, thanks for asking. Just a sprain, it'll be fine by the end of our by week. " Ever polite.
When Justin first stepped into the spotlight, so many people questioned his personality and whether he would be fit to lead a team as their quarterback.
He had never cared. He always dismissed it with a quiet wave. He was how he was, and you had loved him for it.
The voicemail cut out there, and you played the next one.
"Sorry," He began, because what else would he start out with? "I can't stop listening to what you sent me. I know you're drunk, but you said you haven't gotten over it- just in case you don't remember in the morning- and I haven't either. Just thought you should know." A click. You cringed. You truthfully didn't remember a moment of it. You understood now how the prohibition had happened.
The last one. "Ok, I swear this is it." He laughed. The sound was like stepping under a warm ray of sun on a cold day. "I miss you. Text me when you wake up- I'm sorry for blowing up your phone. You said you were in LA? We should reconnect."
You put your phone face down and ran a hand over your face. Reconnect. With your ex-boyfriend. That you still weren't over.
You texted your best friend. She responded with a bunch of messages that all had the same point; 'absolutely, you dumbass, you are still so in love with him and i'm sick of hearing about it.'
You swiped out of her messages and opened Justin's, which were full of concerned texts and him asking for you to text him when you got home to ensure you were safe. You bit your lip to try and control your smile.
I'm free anytime this week. Coffee?
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Hi hi!! Can I ask for a hurt/Comfort fic (or headcanons?? Whatever u feel like writing:3) with copbur?
Like he had to work longer than he told u by accident, but u get really anxious about people being away (I'm not projecting guys I swear-) and when he comes home ur little and sad and he's really sweet about it and feels so bad he accidentally did that to his baby :((
anxious days with happy nights
note; OH MY GOD YES I CAN!!! ngl I really struggle with separation anxiety/abandonment issues in general but esp with a carer so like ooo I'm gonna have fun writing this, thank you!
words; 2.1k
warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy petnames (i stick to baby though), separation anxiety, crying, panic, abandonment issues, reader gets a bath, not proofread, lmk if there's more!
pairing; cg!copbur x little!reader (gn)
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taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo (ask or dm to be added!!)
wilbur usually kept his shifts to the same length every day. his routine was set and it wasn't going to budge. he'd wake up at 6, get dressed and showered and then he'd wake you up to do a little check in. if you were big, you'd handle yourself for the most part; even if he preferred when you let him fuss over you. but if you were little, he'd help you wake up, get you dressed, get you to brush your teeth while he did your hair, etc etc. you'd both have breakfast and by 7:50 he was out the door and on his way to work. that way you'd be awake with him long enough to feel secure and not end up waking up without him and panicking (which has happened before and resulted in him taking an extra day for his weekend off).
his hours were the same, 8am - 4pm, Monday through Friday. it was the same routine every day, and it was easily expected to stay that way. his job usually consisted of more quiet work, like paper work, intake or lunch rounds. nothing out of the ordinary, nothing where he had to handle scuffles or escaped inmates. it was repetitive, and he liked that.
you had woken up in a normal headspace, getting yourself ready and joking around with wilbur before he left. you thought of busying yourself with house work, dishes that needed to be done, laundry that wasn't overflowing but you felt like it needed to be done. but you couldn't manage it mentally, you were exhausted and nothing was to a level of needing to be done at that moment, so you rotted on the couch and did some simple embroidery during the morning. you didn't start to slip until lunch time, having decided on a snack plate instead of a put together meal because you were simply just getting so tired and didn't feel like it. the rest came with it.
the further you slipped and the later it got, the more on edge you were. you managed to catch wil during his afternoon break, texting with him and telling him of your day. part of him was estatic you were little and enjoying yourself, while the other was worried since he wasn't there to actively care for you. not to mention he only had a fifteen minute time window to speak to you before he got swept back into work.
he told you he had to go, and you understood, telling him how much you loved him and missed your daddy! he smiles and puts away his phone in his pocket before going back to his post.
you managed on your own until it was around the time he usually left work, you didn't get a text or a call that he was on his way. he wasn't answering his texts and he should've been home by now. but he wasn't. you were panicking a bit, curled up in blankets and staring blankly at your phone hoping to all hope that you'd get a call from him. that he would be coming home.
your anxiety only built further and further as time passed, you tried to keep yourself cozy and distracted, turning on some cartoons as your phone went unchecked.
another hour passed and you heard the front door click closed, you lifted your head, dried tears over your cheeks.
"daddy?" you call for him, jumping out of bed and waiting for him to answer.
"baby?" wilbur echoes back and he hurries up the stairs, seeing you peeking out of the bedroom door, your eyes held wide with a pout on your lips. he scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom. he sat down and set you between his legs after he kicked off his shoes. he runs his thumbs over your cheeks as he takes note of your reddened eyes and the tears dried on your skin. he frowns, kissing your nose as he rests his hands on the small of your back.
"how tiny is my baby, mm?" he tries to lighten the mood with a soft question, trying to keep you with him as his mind wanders and runs with different thoughts. feelings of guilt and worry at the sight of you so distressed and he knows it's because he was late. but he'll address that later, right now his baby comes first.
you shrug softly, reaching forward and grabbing hold of his shirt, messing with the fabric and rubbing it between your fingers. it's a softer cotton shirt, and you always like to fidget with it when you can.
"are you.. five? two? ooo is my baby realllyy tiny? hm?" he kisses all over your face as he speaks, trying to coax a smile or a giggle out of you. you crack a bit of a grin, shaking your head as you look up at him.
you hold up one finger, smiling sweetly as he gasp, "oh so you're a little baby, then?" and you nod as he places a big kiss to your forehead, pushing back your hair and tucking it behind your ears.
you move to crawl against his chest and he takes you into his arms, rubbing at your back as you drape your arms around his neck. you don't feel like talking all too much, just so tired and overwhelmed with all the feelings you have, that words just feel exhausting.
silence drapes over the both of you, and wilbur tucks his face into your neck as he hums, "I'm really sorry, baby. I got all caught up at work with a bad guy and I couldn't get home in time, I wish I did," you nod into his shoulder, humming softly as his arms tighten around you.
"s otay, daddy," is what you manage to squeak out, and he sighs, tension and stress being let out with the long breath and you hold yourself tighter to him. you don't want him to disappear, you need to hold on tighter. tighter, tighter, tighter.
he feels your hold tighten, and he rubs your back while leaving little chaste kisses by your ear. he mumbles small words of reassurance, "I'm here, baby. not going anywhere," which earns a little whine from you as you bury your face deep into his shoulder. he holds back a small chuckle, and it comes out as a huff of air as he simply keeps you close.
more time passes, nothing changing other than the intensity of your hold on him, hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. it helps you stay grounded, he doesn't mind.
"baby, have you done your routine yet?" he knows the answer, but he still bothers with asking anyways. you shake your head with a huff, his lips curl into a grin and he nods, "mkay baby, time for a bath then."
he then works on prying you off of him so he can effectively get you ready for a bath. you're shaking your head and whining at him, and he tries to soothe you with soft back rubs and little kisses to your face. it works for the most part and your silent complaints seem to fizzle out as he settles you between his legs again.
"can you sit still for daddy while I get things ready? mm?" he coos, knuckles running over the soft skin of your cheeks and you nod vigorously. wilbur chuckles and kisses your forehead before handing you your favorite stuffie and turning the TV to bluey. you focus your attention on the show, sitting still on the middle of the queen size mattress. he slips out of bed from behind you, untucking his shirt out of habit as he gathers up some pj's for you, taking them and laying them out behind you on the bed. then ventures into the bathroom.
he starts by running the water in the bath, then adds some bubbles to get all foamy. he keeps the door open so he can hear if you call for him, or if you fall. he then crouches to look under the sink for some of your bath toys and a bath bomb. he wants to make tonight's bath a bit more fun and exciting than your usual baths. mostly to help soothe the guilt that grows in his gut. he keeps the bath running as he pokes his head into the bedroom from the bathroom and smiles at you.
"hey, honey, the bath's almost ready," you look over to him and nod, reaching your arms out and making grabby motions with your hands. he scoops you up from under your arms and kisses all over your face, "good baby," he cracks a small grin, holding you on his hip as he carries you into the bathroom. after he sets you down on the counter, he kisses each of your cheeks before he begins to help you undress.
"what did my baby do today?" he croons, helping you into his arms before setting you down in the bath. you shrug at him, padding at the water as the bubbles collect around you.
he grabs the little washcloth and gets it all wet before he starts to scrub at your back, "i's watched cawtoons a bit," you finally speak up, eyes droopy and tired as you watch him.
"oh you did now, mm? what did you watch, bug?" he smiles sweetly at you as he gently guides your arm to be closer to him, and he gently scrubs your arm and shoulders before moving to the other arm. he glances between your eyes and where he's cleaning you up, waiting for you to answer.
"Ninjago," you mumble, smile brightening as your eyes widen with it.
he chuckles, kissing your temple and humming at your answer, "zane still your favorite?"
you nod happily, giggling before you ramble on about the episode you watched, and everything that happened. he manages to comprehend most of it, but the rest was all baby babbles that he couldn't quite make out.
after your body was all clean, he sat back for a minute, letting you play to your heart's content as he watched you. his shirt is a bit soaked, and he has some bubble bath in his hair from when you tried to give him a foamy hat, but he doesn't mind. with a small smile on his lips, and love in his eyes, he watches as you play and splash, giggling and including him in your play. he leans closer a moment later, grabbing hold of your hand and rubbing his thumb over the skin. wilbur then kisses each of your fingertips, ending with a kiss to your palm. you giggle and splash about, grinning ear to ear.
"was dat fow?" you ask softly, eyes squinting with a smile on your lips. he grabs your other hand and repeats the order of kisses before he places one tiny kiss to your nose.
"oh, well I'm just showing my baby how much I love them," he smiles softly before he starts to wet your hair and lather up your scalp in soap. you smile and hum, shutting your eyes as he washes out your hair.
when he's done, you're so tired that you don't even fight to stay in the bath, just letting him pick you up and wrap you up in a soft fluffy towel, drying you off. he carries you into the bedroom and helps you get all dressed, kissing all over your face before he helps you get back to the bathroom to help you brush your teeth. you're sleepily leaning against him the whole time, exhausted from your anxiety filled day.
once he got your teeth brushed, he carried you over to the bed, grabbing your hair brush and a couple of hair ties. he sat you between his legs as he unpaused the TV, letting it play as you focused your attention on bluey. he gently brushed out your hair, before splitting it in two and braiding both sections. he places a quick kiss to your temple before turning you to face him and shut off the tv.
"alright, baby, time for bed," you nod, reaching your arms over his shoulders as he picks you up and pulls you into his chest, kissing all over your face. he held you to his chest as he tucked you both under the covers, making sure your stuffie was safe in your arms. after he had effectively kissed every spot on your face, he pushed your bangs back and pressed you to his chest.
"goodnight little one," a small pause as you held him closer, a smile on his lips as he continued, "I love you."
you murmured an echo of his words, telling him you loved him too, and you were soon asleep. held tight in his arms with comfort surrounding you.
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can you list out some of the unhinged things sp has done? im re-reading orv rn and it just genuinely amazes me how seriously i took this guy when his arc came about XD prior to that he was just the silly chill dude that sent weird silly messages lol
sp enjoyer pipeline be like: hehe silly guy -> wow thats terrifying -> he's pathetic actually <3 -> oh he's so sad đ˘ -> he's so pathetic <3 -> good for him honestly -> he's so pathetic-
i will try my best to list as many things that i remember but also note that im aware not every message kdj received was sent by him as opposed by the kkomas but i Might overlook some of these since the kkomas are part of him too
sp was shown to like kdj at his most wicked, as he calls it, just for him to call him pathetic in front of yjh. it's okay beloved ik this was crucial to your character development
he finds the idea of yjh impregnating kdj to be ridiculous and then sponsors kdj 600 coins (yes ive checked)
speaking of sponsorships that one time he basically mocked the constellations of silla by sponsoring kdj the coins that mjw was trying to give to kdj lol he's a shit disturber at heart (his 666th turn exists after all)
he also congratulated kdj when he became sys's sponsor (isnt he cute) and then kdj went on a tangent about how theres no way sp is ordinary cuz no glucose guardian can possibly be weak and ordinary regardless of the simple titles
he can comfort a sad swk and gossip about joongdok to uriel (well probably kkomas but REGARDLESS theres at least one kkoma thats a fudanshi. thats enough for me)
he crashed the constellation banquet like it was nothing. shit disturber as i said
when fourth wall is deactivated briefly, sp 'snaps' at the outer gods/great ones trying to spy on kdj while simultaneously spying on kdj himself
he sacrificed his fingers in order to save kimcom and when kdj tried to "rebel" like !!what if i dont do what you want? he went i still have more fingers left. like kdj bestie ur not winning an argument against him rn
he showed up in white, a color yjh very much "detests" and kidnapped kdj in front of yjh. not only that but he also mocked yjh's powerlessness while he was at it. it's the way the only reason sp hates this version of yjh is bcs he has kdj and he didnt for me
he's created 1.8k+ chibi dolls of himself
next is the 2nd kidnapping. can you call it unhinged if one of your exes shows up at your door and she immediately realizes that theres someone you desperately want to protect even after ruining so many worldlines?? idk tis up to yall
when he mentioned to poseidon that he has already killed him 25 times just for shits and giggles and then proceeded to kill him again
when astronaut yjh was abt to die and sp shows up like "bitch u wish for that luxury" "anw this will be the last time i save your weakass cuz unlike you i actually got a kdj to take care of. bye lmao"
anw this got longer than i anticipated but here it is. my lil list of sp's unhinged moments. im pretty sure I've missed a few here and there but this guy is mentioned like 800 times in the novel and i dont have the patience to look through it all without getting distracted
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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 8)
A/N: Can we talk about how cute this gif is pls heâs so adorable đŤśđť
Synopsis: Yn realizes that Conrad still cares about her, iâm more ways then one.
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Conrad was always the protector. My protector. From the time we were little kids, and even till now.
When I was 14, this guy tried to hit on me at the pier. Susannah and Laurel were off with Belly, Jere and Steven getting ice cream inside. Conrad and me were waiting outside but Conrad went to use the bathroom.
This guy, who looked 16 or 17 came up to me and started talking to me. It was the weirdest thing ever.
âHey, you new around here?â I didnât know what to say to him because I was almost 15, but I didnât think I looked like it.
âUh, no.â I say quickly. He shakes his head and sits down next to me. I felt his shoulder touch mine, and I looked around to find Conrad but couldnât.
âSo, got any plans? We should totally hangout.â
No. no.
âUh, actually iâm here with my familyââ
âIâm sure they wonât mind.â He says it more forcefully and then grabs my wrist which makes me wince. Luckily, he got there in time.
Conrad grabbed the guy by the shirt and pushed him against a bench, people staring to stare.
âDonât fucking touch her, ever.â
The guy laughed, âOh iâm sorry, is this your girlfriend?â
Conrad then punched the guy. Like actually punched him and there was blood on his knuckles.
The guy then stood up and surrendered his hands, moving away from us and down the pier. Conrad immediately came over to me and sat close, while a soft look pulled over his face.
I had never seen him get so angry before. His hair had fallen in front of his face, and he looked hot. Very hot.
âAre you okay?â He says while checking my face with his hands for any injuries. I laugh and grab his hands, putting them to his sides.
âIâm fine. I should be asking if your okay?â
He shakes his head, âIâm fine. Iâm sorry for leaving you. I promise, no one will touch you again.â
I nod and then when everyone came out, we acted like nothing happened. Ever.
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That next morning, I woke up really early. I grabbed my blue strip aviator nation jacket and some spandex. I opened my phone to see it was only 5:45am but I had 7 missed calls from Frankie.
Ugh. I canât even.
There was also a couple of texts. I must have crashed early because I didnât see these when I went to bed.
Fran: u little slut! when u wake up tell me what happened on Bells birthday.
Fran: r u dead?
I laugh as I read the texts but my face turns serious when I see another one.
Conrad: meet me by the beach tomorrow morning?
I immediately felt this rush. This wanting.
I tip toed my way downstairs and out the back door before walking to the beach. I let the cool air hit my face and then I saw Conrad laying on the sand.
I walked over to him, sitting down. He sat up in the sand and moved closer to me so that our shoulders were touching.
âHey there.â He says through a half smile.
I nudge his shoulder a little bit before looking out at the water. âConrad?â
âYeah?â
âIâm sorry about how I acted at the Marina.â I recall the events from yesterday, and Dean was not happy when he found out me and Sarah were high. He blamed it on Sarah though because it was her blunt.
He shrugs, âNah itâs fine, iâve been the ass this whole summer.â
Same old Conrad. Always taking the fall.
He was so much taller than me. Even when we were sitting in the sand. I wasnât the tallest, in fact thatâs all Steven would bully me about. How I was older than Belly but she was a little taller than me. Conrad was at least 6â1.
âSo whyâd you wanna meet?â
I saw Conrad fidget with his fingers, and I knew he was getting nervous. âCon?â
âDo you remember?â He blurts out. He doesnât have to specify anything at all. Of course I know what heâs talking about.
âConââ
âDo you?â
âYes.â I answer sharp and quick hoping that this conversation can be done for.
âThatâs all I wanted to know.â
Is he serious? Thatâs all he wanted to know? What the fuck.
I just shook my head and got up, walking back towards the house. I didnât bother to see Conradâs face when I left.
â
so you just left?!
I rolled my eyes as I listened to Frankie rant over the phone at how stupid I am. It was funny.
âFrankie, Iâm not putting up with his bullshit anymore.â
donât worry, Iâll make sure you donât have to when I come down there for your birthday.
âabsolutely not. thatâll make things worse.â
Then at least let me act like boys are obsessed with you at him, which there are. Atlas wont shut up about you.
Atlas is this hot football jock in our friend group whoâs been obsessed with me. Iâve never felt it at all.
Before I can answer Belly comes in the room and I smile, âOkay gotta go Frankie.â
She goes to protest but I hang up.
Belly sighs, âHas she maybe talked to Taylor since she got back? We arenât really speaking.â
I shrug, âTaylor and Frankie hate each other. I doubt it.â
Belly nods and we stand there in silence until I decide to break it. âWe should do something.â
Bellyâs face lights up which makes my heart warm, âWe could go into town, maybe get some muffins before everyone gets up?â I then looked at my clock and it was 8:15. Almost two hours since I saw Conrad. I wondered where he was, even though I shouldnât.
âSounds perfect.â I say.
So here me and Belly were walking down the pier with ice cream in our hands. I had a strawberry and she had a chocolate. It was silent, but at least we were doing something.
Me and Belly were like sisters from birth. Luckily, John and my mother were always close growing up, which meant that we would hang out all the time. I even came up to the summer house when I was 3 and 4. So, Iâve basically been coming here the same amount.
Weâve told each other everything. I remember when I had my first kiss. I was 14 and it was late may, right before we went to cousins. Even though it was a dare, I was still freaking out.
âBelly!â I ran into her room. It was 11 at night and it was also 2 nights before we left for cousins.
âWhat?â She says through a groggy voice.
I jump onto her bed and pull her up straight. âI just had my first kiss.â
âWHAT?â Belly screams but I put my hand over her mouth and her words are muffled.
That night, we sat up talking for hours about crushes and first loves, but we never mentioned Conrad. I felt guilty, because Belly always loved Conrad, but I couldnât lie.
So did I.
We were best friends, and I eventually realized it bothered Belly, the âinvisible stringâ that Susannah had claimed was there with me and Conrad.
Maybe in a way, itâs better this way? I can get Belly back now that things are over with Conrad.
But then reality seeps in, and I realize after last summer, If Belly found out, nothing would ever be the same again.
â
After hanging out by the pier, me and Belly went our separate ways the rest of the day. The fourth of July was soon, which was Susannahâs favorite holiday. I saw some fireworks in the kitchen earlier which got me excited.
The sun was setting and everyone always seemed to be doing their own thing these days. Steven out with Shayla or at the club with Jeremiah, Belly hanging out with Cam, and Conrad⌠smoking or with Nicole. I felt kinda blah.
To my surprise, Conrad was in the kitchen. I sent him a small smile and saw he was making crepes. Strawberry crepes.
This damn guy.
Strawberries have been my favorite fruit since I was a little girl. Susannah used to joke I would become one. Some birthdays, Conrad would take me to the pier and get some chocolate covered strawberries.
My face lit up, âIs that what I think it is?â
He smiles a little, and it was the most innocent and pure smile iâve seen from him all summer. âI was in the mood for them.â
âWell, then youâll have to understand Iâll be taking oneââ I go to grab one but he smacks my hand away.
âNope.â
I frown, âWhy! Thereâs four right here.â
âWhy would I give you one?â He says through a smirk.
âJust because.â I go to grab one again but this time Conrad physically moves in front of me creating a walls between me and the crepes.
âConrad!â I groan. His hair was falling in front of his face and was messy, always my weakness.
âJust let me have a crepe.â I whine. He shakes his head and then I attempt to grab one in between his stomach and arms but this time he grabs me by the waist and picks me up.
âConrad! Put me down!â I try not to laugh but it doesnât work. I canât help it.
âNope. Never.â
I wrap my arms around his neck and tug at his hair, put he doesnât put me down. My head was barried in his neck and his arms were on my waist still.
Eventually I give in until he puts me down on one of the chairs, and his smile was so wide I thought I might die.
âHere. Take one.â He says, putting a crepe on a plate and handing it to me.
We sat there and ate the crepes in silence but it wasnât a bad silence anymore. It was kinda fine.
Then I realized not being like this with him isnât the best option, and no matter how much I love Belly, I love Conrad too. Sometimes it feels like heâs apart of me. Like a piece of my heart will always beat for him.
I suddenly felt more lost than I have in a while.
â
A/N: Poor yn, lmao. Fourth of July episode next đ
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I'm home (Sakusa x inferred blackfem!reader)
Content: Reader studies abroad in america and has finally come home to see her volleyball bf <33
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"Are you sure he misses me?" Those pretty acrylics you got done before leaving the states tapped your phone as it was pressed up against your ear.Â
"How many times are you gonna ask? He's your boyfriend, so you of all people should know he misses you. Badly. It's always "I wish she were here", or "(x) more months until she's home." He's always talking about you." Motoya scolds over the phone, you're standing by the baggage claim waiting for your suitcase to appear on the conveyor belt.
"Don't give me that attitude, you're his cousin, which was why I was asking." You push a braid behind your ear, wearing a protective style is important especially for traveling. You don't have the time to put up with your hair.Â
"Sorry, sorry. Anyway, are you stopping by Osaka first or what?" His voice is filled with pure curiosity. A groan escapes your throat. How long does it take for one suitcase to come out? You should have checked it in as a carry-on.Â
"Well I'm closer to Tokyo so I wanna head there first. I'm gonna surprise Kiyo." The jet lag is finally starting to hit you, it's about 11:30ish pm in Tokyo while back home it's 10:30ish am.Â
"Alright, make sure to come visit me and Suna though, actually how long did you say you were staying? We play the jackals next week. Maybe we can all get together!" He seems very excited, it's evident in his voice.Â
"I'll be here for the next month and a half. I'm so fucking tired." He chuckles, "it might take a night or two, you've been in the states so long."Â
"Yeah, I was gonna get a rental but I might just uber to Kiyo's apartment." Motoya hears you yawn.Â
"E-excuse me, are you tourist?" A woman asks you in broken english.Â
"It's better if you rest then see Kiyoomi tomorr-"
"I'll call you back, Toya." He tries to say something but you're already pressing the red decline button.Â
"No, I'm just here visiting family. I'm studying abroad in the states." You answer back in english. The lady stares at you as if she's trying to understand what you just said.Â
You repeat your sentence in japanese and she replies meekly, "I'm sorry, I just assumed you were american because of your skin. I just wanted to say it's super pretty." She smiles at you shyly.
"Well you wouldn't be too far off, I'm half american. Also thank you, you're so sweet." She nods and walks off to get her suitcase.
"Finally! My suitcase." A few people stare at you, when they see you jump up in triumph, they musnât understand your impacience.Â
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"Where to?"Â The cab driver asks. He seems pretty fed up and his cab smells of cigarettes.Â
"Let me pull up the address really quickly, I'm sorry." He sighs impatiently while you hurry to type in your password to find Kiyoomi's address in the messages shared between you two.Â
"Okay, it's xxxxxxxxx." The man nods. The slow hum of the cab letâs you know that heâs began driving and your eyes close. Secretly you hope to get a little rest, not that it would help much. The man hits the gas and you jerk forward, luckily your seat belt keeps you from hitting the passenger seat's head restraint.Â
"Sorry 'bout that." Thereâs a tinge of sarcasm laced within his voice and it holds no real empathy. Instinctively your eyes roll. Why do people have to make other peopleâs day bad just because their day was bad? He's definitely not getting a good review from you.Â
The drive was about thirty minutes with traffic being slow at such late hours. The street lights of Tokyo make it hard to sleep, itâs so unnaturally bright.
Where you live now is nothing compared to the brightly lit streets of Tokyo. Sleep is no longer an option, those pretty eyes of yours trail certain restaurants and shops the cab drives by.
The cab driver hit the brake indicating that youâve arrived at your destination. Within seconds he turns around to look you in your eyes, âcash or card?â
You donât have much yen on you. Making a stop by an atm is your top priority for tomorrow. âCard, whatâs my total?âÂ
He scratches his head. He best not make up a price on the spot, thatâs super annoying. The total isnât too bad, luckily. He definitely charged you more than he deserved though, yes it was timely but customer service was awful, if you could even call that customer service.Â
Excitement was hot in your stomach as you stepped out of the yellow cab. The tokyo air felt so nice against your skin, it feels amazing to be back, even if only for a little while. Once youâve collected your bags it was time to walk into the apartment building.Â
The receptionist looks up to meet your eyes when he notices you. "Are you a new resident or are you visiting?" His voice is perfectly generated, you donât quite remember him from last time, but he must have been working here awhile to nail that voice.Â
"I'm visiting." You bite your glossed lip, the flavor of peach invades your mouth. Itâs Kiyoomiâs favorite. Mainly because the first time he bought it for you, it was a last minute first date gift. Since then itâs stuck with both of you, he enjoys the way it tastes on his lips after you kiss him.Â
"Alrighty, do you know which apartment you're visiting? I'll ring to let them know you're here. It is quite late after all." He says, glancing back at his computer.Â
The plan is to surprise Kiyoomi.. you set your bag down on top of your suitcase.Â
"Do you mind if I just go up? It's been a few months, and I want to surprise my boyfriend." The man stops for a second, "In that case go ahead, but let me tell you, many people come to surprise boyfriends or girlfriends and they end up breaking up because said s/o wasn't expecting them and was seeing their side piece."
You giggle, it's wrong to laugh at such a story but you know your Kiyoomi. He misses you so much, everyday when you facetime he whines about wanting to see you.Â
"I thought that was only in very cringey romance movies but thanks for the heads up." He nods and sends you on your way. You make a mental note to get a new suitcase. Yours is ratty and the wheel is broken which means you must drag it everywhere. That is not convenient, especially when traveling a lot.
His apartment is on the fifth floor of the building. "Where's the key he gave me?" A groan escapes your lips. You really hope that excitement didn't override your rationality and that this key is somewhere in your purse.Â
Frantically searching, it turns up under a bunch of other crap you donât need. Without Kiyoomi to lecture about your messy purse itâs become a nightmare inside of it. "Oh thank God, I can't ruin this."
Ding. It's finally time, excitement creeps up in your body. It's been about seven months since you've seen Kiyoomi in person. He came to the states for christmas to see you.Â
With him being a pro athlete and you being a college student, it's hard to find time in your schedules to spend time with one another. Long distance relationships aren't the easiest and you missed him terribly. The thought of seeing him kept you busy while flying. Now.. now you're right in front of his door.Â
With patience you slide the key into the lock and twist it the right way in order to open the door.Â
You hear footsteps, Kiyoomi's lamp is on in his room. What's he still doing up? Doesn't he have practice later?
"Motoya, I fucking told you I'm not watching a movie with you when I have practice later-" Your boyfriend stops at the genkan when he sees you.Â
All the anger in his face disappears and his face smooths out. Before you can even process what's happening, those long arms of your Kiyoomi are around you. You practically melt in his touch, becoming one with him.
âWhat are you doing here, baby? I- when did you land?â He asks all at once, his sweet breath right in your ear. He smells like vanilla and cinnamon, âGod I missed the way you smell.â Is all you can say at the moment.
âI just landed like an hour ago, came to see my man before I go visit anyone else.â That chuckle of his warms your heart. Heâs going to be the death of you, for sure.Â
âI was just about to call you, itâs like 12pm in the states right?â He asks.
âSomething like that. I love you so much.â Itâs so random but true, you do love him.Â
âI love you too, so so fucking much. I canât tell you how desperate I was getting to see you.â He sighs. He leans back slightly to take in your face, you do the same. Heâs so handsome and beautiful at the same time.Â
You pull him by his collar to kiss those lips you love so much. Honestly you expected this kiss to be desperate but it was passionate and slow. He placed his hands on your face, theyâre warm and inviting. You break the kiss and he smiles at you.
It reminds you of how much a grouch your boyfriend was when you had first met him. He was always frowning or pouting. He keeps telling you he doesnât pout but you know what you saw. His hands donât leave your face and hell if you mind.Â
âIâm finally home.â You say with a small content sigh. Itâs only for a month that youâll be home, but soon enough youâll graduate and get to live with him permanently.Â
âYes, my baby is finally home.â
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these summer nights (chapter one)
pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader
mentions: summer camp au, gender neutral reader, alcohol consumption (reader takes a shot), ocs (kind of)
a/n: well it's finally here! and in time for summer too! im so sorry ch1 is such a beast omfg... i tried to split it, but there was no solid point for me to do so, so it ended up over 10k words LOL (<- in agonee). check out the masterlist for more info on the fic (tags & summary). hope u guys enjoy! :D
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Youâd found the job listing in a Craigslist ad, of all places.Â
Because who even used Craigslist nowadays anyway? You, apparently, in your boredom and desperation to get a summer job. Your semester was about to end and youâd found yourself looking at a very uneventful, money-less summer. Youâd completely forgotten to apply to internships with the whirlwind of work and studying you had to do while school was in session. Which inevitably led to you scrolling through all manners of websites and flipping through newspapers in an attempt to find a job at the last minute that you could possibly do. You needed the money, you had to admit. Bills didnât pay themselves and the on-campus job you had during the school year unfortunately didnât carry over into the summer.Â
At first your eyes had glanced over the ad in the dreary haze thatâd come over you due to hours of mindless scrolling. Then you did a double take when you saw the pay. Thirty-five dollars per hour. Thirty-five. What the hell?! That was significantly more than the minimum wage you were earning through your university. If you did this job, youâd be cruising for a bit during your final year in school. It almost made you think it was a scam.
You quickly skimmed through the jobâs small blurb. It was for a full-time summer camp counselor at some place called Camp Fazbear. Three months in the woods with a bunch of kids. Hm. You opened a new tab and did a quick search for âCamp Fazbearâ. Links to an official site popped up. It seemed legitimateâthat was good enough for you. Closing the tab, you returned to the job listing and skipped right down to the requirements.Â
You didnât really have any experience with children on your resume, but that pay was seriously no joke. And they covered lodging and food for you? Holy shit, it was a steal. It wouldnât hurt to apply. You might as well, honestly, especially with how unsuccessful youâd been with getting any responses from other internships. A few clicks later, youâd submitted your resume and reference letters through the websiteâs portal. Your hopes werenât too high, but youâd be dumb to not at least attempt to get an interview. What was that saying about missing all the shots you didnât take? Yeah, that.Â
A few days later, you got a response email asking for your availability for a phone interview. And suddenly, things seemed to be moving a bit too fast for your tastes.Â
Youâd nailed the âinterview,â apparently, for you were sent a bunch of papers to sign. Waivers, background checks, contracts, housing agreements. You had to watch some trainee videos, take a drug test, and do a joint CPR and first aid course. And as soon as you were done with your finals, you packed up your things into a large suitcase, settled the sub-leasing for your apartment for the summer, and drove your way down to Camp Fazbear.
It was a bit of a long drive, going from the small city your university was in to the middle of the woods. You watched as concrete and brick buildings were replaced by wide, open fields and vibrant green forestry. You got lost a few times, made a few wrong turns and got off at an exit that you swore was the right one, but eventually you found yourself passing under a large arch over the road that said Welcome to Camp Fazbear. There was some drawing of a bear on it, but you didnât get a good look at it. Probably the camp mascot or something.
You eventually came up to a security checkpoint. The guard lounging around in the little cabin flashed you a lazy grin and checked your I.D., cross referencing it with a list he had. Then he lifted the gate arm, waved you in, and returned his gaze back to the small T.V. on the desk in front of him. You eased your car back into motion, cruising down the road until you had to make a turn onto a dirt pathway. Not too far nowâyou were close. Sure enough, a large, wooden lodge appeared as you rounded a corner, surrounded by trees and bushes.Â
There was an area in front of the lodge that looked like a small parking lot with all the dirt packed down and uniform. There was another small, silver car positioned by a bush. You parked your car in front of a tree with a small parking sign nailed to it, killed the engine, and unbuckled yourself so you could step outside. Immediately, the fresh smell of leaves and grass, wood and earth, invaded your senses. You inhaled deeply and exhaled it all in a deep sigh. The air here was much fresher than the cityâs. It made you feel lighter. You closed your car door behind you and clicked your keys to lock it. You didnât expect anyone to try to rob you all the way out here, but still, habits.Â
Dirt crunched under the soles of your sneakers as you made your way up the few stairs of the lodge to its entrance. But before you could rap on the door, it swung open of its own accord, a tall, blond-haired man beaming a smile at you.Â
âAh, youâre here early!â he said brightly, stepping to the side to wave you in. âSaw you pulling in on the cameras. Come in, come in!â You thanked him and stepped into the air-conditioned room. You recognized his voice as the man who did your phone interview.Â
âYou must be Mr. Emily?â you asked as you spun around to watch him close the door behind you. He was wearing a pair of blue overalls over a white shirt. He nodded and confirmed your own name, then began to walk across the room. It was a small reception area, by the looks of it, with a desk to the left and a few chairs and couches to the right. Potted plants decorated the corners of the room. Fairy lights were strung up over the entrances. Cute.Â
âAre you hungry? Thirsty?â Mr. Emily asked you as he led you through the reception area and into a larger room with more seating arrangements that had a rather tall ceiling. A chandelier hung elegantly in the center of it. Interspaced doors lined the wall to your right. Glass windows let in golden sunlight that bathed the area in a warm glow. There was a staircase that led to an upper gallery to the left with more rooms connected to it. Directly across from you was a large set of glass doors that led further into the camp, from what you could see. âI imagine the drive must have been a bit of a long one.âÂ
âIâm fine, thank you. It wasnât too bad,â you told him, still looking around at all the decor and furnishing. There were some bright stuffed animals sitting on a few of the sofas and loveseats. A wooden smell permeated the air, likely due to the strong oak the building was made of. Mr. Emily led you into one of the rooms along the rightmost wall. It was his office, from the looks of it, with a large L-shaped desk tucked in the far left corner and a few chairs positioned in front of it. Pictures and drawings lined the walls. Most notably, though, were the blueprints he had, either along his deskâs surface, or pinned to the walls.Â
âExcuse the mess,â he said hastily as he began clearing away some of the blueprints, rolling them up to shove to the side. You couldnât really make out what was on them, but the ones on the wall looked like⌠robots? Kind of cool. âI hadnât expected you to be here so soon! Not an issue, of course. Better early than late!â He shot you a smile that you mirrored as you sat down on one of his chairs.Â
âSorry, traffic wasnât as bad as Iâd expected.â Youâd left pretty early, too, just in case. You scratched the back of your head and found yourself looking at a little bear plushie that sat on one of the shelves above his desk. Aw.Â
Mr. Emily waved a hand at you in dismissal as he sat in his desk chair across from you. âAll good. Now. Iâve received all your paperwork, of course. Letâs seeâŚâ he trailed off as he rummaged around and pulled out some papers from within one of his desk drawers. He started leafing through them. âYou did the required training and got your certifications. Good, good. Contract has been signed, a direct deposit has been set up⌠Excellent.â He mumbled to himself a bit as he clipped the papers together and shoved them into a manilla folder with your name on it. He then set it to the side and looked up at you. âRight! So, since youâre here a bit early, Iâll have one of our more senior counselors give you a tour. Iâm waiting for the others to arrive so I can get introductions and the small orientation out of the way.â
You nodded, fidgeting slightly with your fingers. âAnd the kids havenât arrived yet, right?âÂ
Mr. Emily shook his head and bent down slightly to grab at something under his desk. âOh no, no, theyâll be here in a few days. We need to get a few more preparations done and get all the new counselors ready for their duties.â He straightened up and lifted a small tote bag into the air to hand over to you. âHere! Your uniform and a few other things!â
âThanks.â You grabbed the bag from his hand and looked down at the design on it. There were little suns and moons all over it. Peeking through the top of the bag, you saw two collared orange shirts tucked inside along with a little nametag and a water bottle. There was also a keychain and some stickers. Your gaze softened. How nice! âIâm assuming I have to wear the shirt every day?âÂ
âYes,â Mr. Emily confirmed. âIt makes it easier for kids to locate their assigned counselor. Youâre allowed to wear any sort of pants with it, be it jeans or khakis or shorts.âÂ
You bobbed your head alongside the information you were receiving and opened your mouth to ask a question. But before you could get it out, there was a knock at the door.Â
âEnter!â Mr. Emily called out, and you turned around to see another man walk into the office. He was rather tall, with light brown hair that appeared even lighter in the sunlight, tanned skin, and dark blue eyes that immediately landed on you. He gave you a smile. Mr. Emily clapped his hands together. âAh! Michael! Perfect timing.âÂ
âThis one of the newbies?â Michael asked with a bit of an English accent, quirking an eyebrow up at you as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans.Â
You introduced yourself. âAm I gonna be known as a newbie for the entire summer?âÂ
Michael grinned at you. âPretty much. But hey, at least youâre not the only one.â You sighed to show your reluctant acceptance.Â
âMichael here will give you that tour Iâd mentioned,â Mr. Emily told you as he stood up from his desk chair and started gently ushering the two of you out. You stood up and patted your pockets down to make sure you still had your phone, keys, and wallet. You did. âGo on, I still have much to do. Iâll contact Michael once the others have arrived so you both can come back here. Off you go!âÂ
âAlright, alright, see ya Henry.â Michael waved a hand as he exited the office with you trailing behind him. You gave Mr. Emily a farewell, your tote bag slung over your shoulder, and jogged to catch up to Michael while he walked towards the exit leading to the rest of the camp.Â
âHe seems nice,â you mused out loud, stepping outside into the warm sunlight and slight breeze wafting through the air. Ah, this was nice.Â
âWho, Henry? Yeah, heâs great,â Michael replied with a faint smile. He made his way down the stairs of the lodge and started leading you across a wide, open space. âCrazy smart, too. He could be doing anything, and yet heâs here.â There was a moment where Michael looked thoughtful, but then he shook it away. âAnyways. Welcome to Camp Fazbear, where happiness and fun come to life, yadda yadda. This is the main pavilion area.â He waved his hand across the large space you were in. There were hardly any trees apart from the ones lining the pavilionâs perimeter. A couple campfire pits were spread out here and there, surrounded by massive logs and a few chairs. There were some picnic tables as well.Â
Michael pointed to another large, wooden building to the left of the space. âThatâs the main mess hall. Itâs where the kids go for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Err⌠oh! Thereâs a map over here if you wanna check it out.â He walked over to a large board to the side of the mess hall that had a map on it protected by glass. You stepped up closer so you could observe it.Â
âMan, this place is huge,â you commented as your eyes raked over the map. A ziplining area, lake, pool, field, rope course, bathhouses, and a bunch of other miscellaneous buildings were just a few of the things that greeted you. Shit, you hadnât expected it to be this big. It was kind of scary, but also very exciting. Youâd give anything to be a kid staying at this place for the summerâit looked like it would be a hell of a time.
Michael snorted. âYeah. Makes it a pain when you have to walk everywhere.â He gestured at you to follow him and the two of you continued your way across the pavilion and onto a path lined with more trees. There were a bunch of other workers milling about, likely helping to get the camp ready for opening in a few days. Most of them looked busy, but a few offered you and Michael a smile or little wave in greeting. At least the people here were nice.
âSo⌠youâre a college student, right?â Michael asked you after a moment of silence interrupted by the occasional crunching dirt or snapping twig under your shoes.Â
âYeah, going in the final year for my Masterâs program.â You couldnât help but let your gaze drift about, taking in the way the honey-colored sunlight filtered through the green canopies above you. It was gorgeous. Very scenic. You could get used to this.
He hummed. âIâm a fourth year grad student. A lot of our counselors are college aged, if not most. âS why we have a kinda high turnover rate. People graduate and go off to do other things.â Grad student? You wondered what he was getting his PhD in.Â
âMakes sense.â You paused as you remembered one of the questions you had. âActually, what do you guys do when itâs not summer? Close down everything?âÂ
Michael shook his head and watched a bird fly overhead through the leaves. âNah. Well, we close for two months, but then we reopen as a winter resort kind of thing. We get a lot of snow over here. Then we close again for another two months and open back up the summer camp.âÂ
âThatâs pretty cool,â you admitted, thinking about all the work that must go into switching from a camp to a resort. âSeems like a lot to do, though.âÂ
âOh for sureââMichael shot you a grinââbut we have hardworking people, so it works out.â Â
Itâs a minute before you both emerge into another open space, this one with brightly colored cabins positioned around it. You recognized the characters on some of the cabins as being the same as the stuffed animals you saw in the first lodge.Â
âWho are all those characters?â you asked, pointing to one of the cabins that had a white and pink chicken painted on it that matched its similarly-colored decor. âAre they all camp mascots? I thought there was only the bear.âÂ
Michael gave you an odd look and stopped in front of the cabins, where there was another small fire pit with benches around it in a circle. âMascots? No? Those are the main counselors.âÂ
You gave him an odd look back. âWhat.â You thought you were the main counselorâor one of them, anyways.
He stared at you. You stared at him. âWhat do you mean âwhatâ? Didnât you read the job description?âÂ
At that, your look turned slightly sheepish. âUm, I may or may not have skimmed it and any paperwork Mr. Emily sent to me.â Embarrassment crept up your neck and into your cheeks. Maybe you should have read through things more carefullyâŚÂ
Michaelâs look turned incredulous. âOkay, first of all, ew, call him Henry, heâs not that old. Second of all, did you really accept this job without fully researching it? Did nothing about the animatronics pop up during your interview??â
âListen, I was desperate,â you half-heartedly argued. âAnd no. It wasnât much of an interview, honestly. He just confirmed my information and asked me about my availability and background.â Animatronics?? What did you get yourself into?Â
Michael blinked slowly at you, then raised a hand to his forehead. âIncredible. Iâm actually impressed. I donât know how you dodged this information.â He shook his head slowly and gestured to the cabins. âThose characters are the main summer counselors. Theyâre all robots with self-learning A.I. Your job is as a counselor, sure, but itâs mainly to support them and act as a handler of sorts for who you get paired with.âÂ
Self-learning A.I.? You knew robots were a thing that was slowly becoming more integrated and accepted in society, but you didnât expect a summer camp of all places to have them. âYouâre joking,â you said flatly. Michael gave you a deadpanned look. âYouâre not joking.âÂ
âNope. I told you Henryâs a genius.â He shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at the cabin with that familiar brown bear on it.Â
âHow did parents even agree to this type of thing?â you wondered. You could see how sending kids to a three-month long camp where most of their supervision would come from robots would seem rather⌠extreme. Especially for those with less progressive perspectives.Â
âThatâs the thing,â Michael replied, ânot all of them were entirely comfortable with it. And the government got on our arses for all-robot counselors, so we had to hire human handlers. Itâs worked so far.â He gave you a shrug.Â
âThatâs fuckinâ crazy, dude,â you finally blurted out after you took a few moments to process everything. âRobot counselors. I feel like Iâm in the future.âÂ
Michael let out a deep laugh that made you perk up slightly. It sounded nice. âIâve gotten used to it by now. Theyâre honestly no different than working with peopleâmaybe even better.â He pointed to the cabin on the far left decorated in red, purple, and gray with a wolf painted on it. âThatâs Roxanne, Roxy for short. The next one is Chicaâs.â Oh thatâs who the chicken was. Made sense. His finger moved along. âThen Montgomery, or Monty.â The alligatorâs cabin was painted with greens and purples. âFreddy Fazbear himself.â At least now you had a name for the bear and his orange and blue cabin. âAnd finally Sundrop and Moondrop. Sun and Moon for short.âÂ
That last cabin was half painted in yellows and oranges while the other half was in grays and dark blues. You raised an eyebrow at the two animatronics painted on their respective sidesâthey looked like polar opposites, though they both had a crescent moon across the same side of their faceâand turned to give Michael a confused look. âWhy does that cabin have two of them?â It was a sharp contrast from the others.Â
âOh, Sun and Moon are one animatronic. Sun comes out during the day, and Moon comes out at night. Itâs a cool light sensitivity mechanic,â Michael explained to you, causing an ooohhh to escape your lips. You had to agree; that was pretty cool.Â
âSo where are they now?â you asked, your eyes looking about as though you could catch a glimpse of the animatronics, wherever they were. Now that you knew they were part of the camp, you were excited to meet themâif a bit nervous.Â
âTheyâre in rest mode, charging up for later.â Michael took that moment to glance at his watch. âSpeaking of which, we should move on if we wanna hit everything before Henry radios.âÂ
You nodded and followed alongside Michael as he guided you past the cabins to point out the bathhouses (âYour cabin room has your own bathroom attached to it, so you wonât have to share with the kids,â he told you amusedly after spotting the less-than-pleased look on your face) and additional storage buildings. He took you practically around the entire camp, leading you past the lake and its boathouse, the pool, a giant field for miscellaneous activities with a playground tucked in one corner, and the ziplining area. You were certain that you would get lost in the first few daysâmaybe even weeksâof being here, but at least you wouldnât be completely alone.Â
As you were both slowly making your way back around to the main lodge, Michael told you about some of the security measures Camp Fazbear had. He pointed out a few of the hidden cameras in the forestline in addition to the more obvious ones perched at the top of the solar-powered lamp posts. There sure was a lot of security. You wondered why. âThereâs a cutoff point in the woods where kids canât go past. Itâs obvious where it is, since thereâs a bunch of signs and cameras around the perimeter, but we usually donât have issues with kids wandering past it by accident.âÂ
You hummed, eying the blinking red dot on one of the surveillance cameras as you both walked by it. Michael continued, âThe animatronics are connected to the cameras anyways, so theyâll be instantly alerted just in case, but they canât really cross the boundary line unless one of the exceptions in their protocols are reached.â He paused for a moment and scratched his head. âHenryâll probably go over all this in the orientation. Sorry, I know itâs a lot of info.âÂ
âThatâs okay, itâs kinda interesting,â you admitted. âI didnât expect Camp Fazbear to be so⌠high tech. I thought it was a regular old summer camp, yâknow? Like, âno technology for three monthsâ type of thing.âÂ
Michael chuckled. The two of you stepped off the pathway through the woods you were following and back onto the main pavilion. There were more uniformed people bustling around here, carrying boxes of this and that. âWell, with robot counselors it was kind of a given that the camp would be a bit atypical.â You gave him a look that practically screamed oh really? He snorted, then added, âBesides, we still confiscate phones, so itâs still kinda no tech for the summer.âÂ
âAw, really?â you complained lightheartedly, one of your hands covering the pocket your phone was in defensively. âCounselors too?âÂ
âYeahââMichael tossed an apologetic look your wayââHave to set an example for the kids, after all.â Â
âBooo, hissss.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, complain all you wantâ Oh! I forgot to point this out earlier. Thatâs the maintenance building over there.â Michael pointed to a slightly smaller building hidden past the large mess hall. You hadnât even noticed it. âAt the end of every week the animatronics need to do a maintenance check. Just a scan to make sure all their systems are working properly. So itâll be up to you to make sure theyâre functioning as they should.â Oh man, this was a lot to keep track of.
âI should make a checklist or something,â you murmured, more to yourself than Michael, but he laughed anyway.Â
âYeah, thatâs what I did when I first started out.â There it was again, that same thoughtful expression on his face. It was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. You wondered what he was thinking about.Â
Just then, the walkie-talkie clipped to Michaelâs waistâthat you realized had been partially hidden under his shirt this whole timeâgave a little bzzt before a familiar voice floated out of it. âHenry to Michael.â
Michael unclipped the walkie and held it up to his mouth. âYo.â
âEveryoneâs here, right on time. Head back to the lodge, over.âÂ
âOn our way, over.â Michael glanced at you as he reclipped the walkie to his jeans. âWe timed this perfectly, it seems. Câmon, itâs orientation time.âÂ
It was a short walk across the pavilion back to the lodge. Michael led the way up the small set of wooden stairs and through the doors, aiming for Henryâs office. Heâd left the door open, and once you and Michael stepped through, you were able to see the three other people crammed into the space around Henryâs desk. They all turned around to look at you and Michael. The sudden attention made you plaster a polite smile onto your face. You held onto the shoulder of your tote bag and said a quiet âHello.â You got a few nods in response.
âThat was fast!â Henry said cheerfully from his desk chair. He gestured at the two of you to step in closer. âCome in, letâs get you all introduced. Close the door, Michael.â A quiet creak preceded the click of the door shutting. You shuffled as close as you dared to the backs of the chairs two people were sitting on and looked at Henry as he started speaking again. âOkay! We can start with a little icebreaker.â Aw man, you hated icebreakers. âName and favorite summertime activity. Iâll go first! My name is Henry and I like to hike! Whoâs next?âÂ
The five of you remaining all glanced at each other before Michael decided to be the first victim and take one for the team. He cleared his throat. âNameâs Michael. I like drive-in movies.â He nudged you in the side and you took that as a sign that it was your turn. You introduced yourself and gave your favorite activity. Then you looked expectantly to the man standing to your left.Â
âVincent,â he said in a drawling voice. He was a dark-skinned brunet with long hair that was pulled in a tiny ponytail at the back of his head. Black eyes swiveled around the room in disinterest, arms crossed over the purple shirt he was wearing. âI like⌠fuck if I know. Swimming, I guess.â He gave a half-hearted shrug and pointedly looked at the man sitting on the chair in front of you.
âM-My nameâs Jeremy,â he introduced himself with the slightest of stutters, his fingers fidgeting with each other. Jeremy looked like a small thing, sitting in that office chair. He had wavy, blond hair messily scattered upon his head and hazel eyes that darted away quickly once they made eye contact with someone elseâs. His skin was a light brown shade, and he was wearing a plaid shirt that matched his eyes along with some dark jeans. âI like⌠staying inside, mostly. Playing video games.â That was so valid of him, you thought to yourself.Â
The last person to go was a blonde woman with vibrant green eyes that looked sharper than a pro chefâs kitchen knife. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail underneath the cap she wore. Lightly tanned skin poked out from the long-sleeved shirt she had on; you wondered how she wasnât absolutely sweltering in it. She sniffed slightly. âIâm Vanessa,â she said flatly. âI guess I like the beach.âÂ
âExcellent! Wonderful to have you all here,â Henry said immediately after Vanessa got her last syllable out. âVincent, Jeremy, and Michael are our three veteran counselors, so that makes you two our newbies for the summer!â He looked at you and Vanessa, then offered a wink. âDonât worry, you wonât be known as the newbies for the entire summer!âÂ
âOnly most of it,â Vincent added with a smirk. Henry gave him a look that wasnât all too serious, then continued on with his little spiel.
âAnyways,â he continued pointedly, âIâll spend the next hour or so going over basic orientation things. I will supply you all with packets you can use that will contain the most important information. Itâs a lot to take in, so itâll be good for you to study it in the next coming days before the children start to arrive.â He said that last bit mostly to you and Vanessa. You both nodded to show you were listening and understood.Â
Henry passed out said packets from a pile in one of his desk drawers, then started off the orientation. He was rightâit really was a lot of information to take in. What your days would look like, how youâd keep track of the children, what to do in the case of an emergency, who to contact if you needed help⌠just your general camp guidelines. You found yourself losing focus halfway through and had to pinch yourself to keep aware. A quick glance at the others showed that they were also either completely tuned out (Vincent) or raptly listening (Jeremy). Thank god all this information was in the packet. Youâd definitely have to study it later.Â
Then, Henry started talking about the animatronic counselors. Thisâfor obvious reasonsâimmediately piqued your interest.
âThe main counselors are connected to a secure database with all the childrenâs information on it,â Henry explained, making small gestures here and there with his hands. âThey have facial recognition software, so they can easily keep track of whoever they are assigned to. They have sensors built in the backs of their heads and are able to tune in to the right radio frequency to communicate via the walkie talkies. They can also access the security cameras. There are charging stations located in every building in the event that they must rest and recharge.âÂ
He flipped through a few files on his desk and pulled out a picture. You and Vanessa leaned closer to peer at it. âThis is what the stations look like.â It was a large, dark orange tube with a lightning bolt on it that looked like something straight out of a futuristic movie. Weird. You wondered how much electricity it required to power it.
He then went on to explain the maintenance checks and how they are carried outâjust like Michael said he would. Apparently, you also had to help wipe them down at the end of every day to ensure none of the children would get sick from germs and to get rid of any dirt that may have accumulated from being outside all day.Â
âYou will each get assigned to one of the animatronics for the summer. Your job will be to assist them and ensure things are going smoothly, though keep in mind that they are the main ones in charge,â Henry informed all of you, though honestly, this was all likely more for your and Vanessaâs benefit. âIf you look at the bags I have given you, you will see a specific design on them. This design matches with the animatronic you will be paired with.â A quick glance at everyone else showed that they were indeed holding onto similar tote bags. But before you could see who had what robot, Henry started speaking again. âI already called them over a bit ago. They should be waiting for us outside my office.âÂ
Your eyes snapped over to Henry as he stood up from his desk and started making his way over to his office door. âWaitâ weâre meeting them now?â That bubble of nervous excitement was starting to rear its head again.Â
âOf course!â he replied cheerfully, pausing momentarily just before the door. âNothing to be worried about! Theyâre rather nice!â With that, he threw open his door and bustled through, not waiting for the rest of you to gather your things so you could follow. Michael and Vincent were already long gone by the time you had stuffed your packet into your tote bag. Vanessa and Jeremy had already gotten up and moved around you to leave, seemingly not an ounce of nerves in their steps. You took in a deep breath and followed after them, immediately locating the animatronics hanging around the seating arrangements in the middle of the large room.Â
The first thing you noticed was their heightsâeven with some of them sitting around on the couches. They were fucking massive.Â
Vincent had strolled right up to Monty and was giving him a sharp grin that was mirrored right back at him as they grasped each otherâs hands as though in an airborne arm wrestle. Vincent was a pretty tall guy, but standing next to Monty, he looked kind of short. âLooks like itâs me and you again this summer, huh big guy?â Vincent smiled in a mischievous way that just spelled out trouble. Uh oh. Before you could hear Montyâs reply, Chica sprang up from her seat and rushed over to Jeremy, calling his name out loudly.Â
âYouâre here!â she squealed as she immediately latched onto him for a hug. Jeremy stumbled a bit; he was only able to stay upright due to Chica holding onto him. âOh weâre gonna have sooo much fun!!âÂ
You smiled at their interaction, then noticed Michael was talking to Freddy and Henry in a corner. The animatronic bear practically towered over them. At least Chica was shorter, you noted as you eyed her again. Not by much, but at least she didnât loom over Jeremy.Â
Your eyes then found Vanessa as she trailed over to Roxy, who was still sitting on one of the couches, inspecting her nails. Vanessa stopped somewhere near Roxy and then they seemed to just look at each other. Awkward. You didnât envy that interaction. You tore your eyes away so you could look around some more at the conversing pairs of counselors.Â
That just left you andâ
âHelloooo!!! New friend!!âÂ
You turned to your left and immediately had a mini heart attack as your gaze darted up, your head soon following until it was almost craned back.Â
Sun was fucking tall.Â
If you thought the other animatronics were big, that was nothing in the face of Sun. His gangly body and limbs seemed to make him appear even taller than he actually was. You were practically swamped in his shadow. He leaned down closer to you once he noticed youâd stepped back to increase the distance between the two of youâif only to ease the muscles of your neck. His face was just inches away from your own. Oof. You tried not to cringe back. His head spun slightly to the left in a way that was not natural for a human, and there was a moment where his wide, white optics briefly flickered blue pupils into view that traversed up and down your body. You blinked at him in confusion, but didnât say anything.
âScan complete!â he chirped after a moment in that peppy voice of his, eyes returning back into that bright white. Scan? What the hell? âOh, new friend, we are so excited youâre finally here! Weâre going to have so much fun this summer! Weâll be the best of friends by the end of it!â Â
âY-Yeah,â you agreedâthe right thing to say, if his excited wiggle was any indication. The large grin on his face seemed to stretch wider, blinding you with its brightness. He had ribbons with bells on them attached to his wrists, and they gave a little jingle as he moved to clasp his hands together. It was amazing how human-like he seemed. Henry really was a genius.Â
Speaking of Henryâthe man clapped his hands together to gather everyoneâs attention. You turned around to look at him, a silence befalling the room just before he began to speak.Â
âOkay guys, now that youâve all been introduced to each other, you can head over to your cabins and settle in. Todayâll be a bit of a slow day, but tomorrow Iâll need all hands on deck for preparations. Just take it easy for now. Youâll get your radios and keycards tomorrow.â Henry turned to look at Roxy to address her, who raised an eyebrow in question. âVanessa will need a tour after sheâs unpacked, so you can give it to her. But other than that, youâre all free to go.â Â
âFinally,â Vincent groaned, his hands crossed behind his head as he turned around to make his way back to the reception area of the lodge. Monty trailed after him with a wicked smile and clapped the man so hard on the shoulder he nearly tipped over.Â
âGuess me ând you got some catchinâ up to do, huh?â Monty laughedâa rough, mean-sounding thingâwhen Vincent shot him a halfhearted glare. They seemed pretty tight; it made something twinge in the pit of your stomach. The feeling would pass, though, you were certain. A quick glance around the room showed that Michael, Henry, and Freddy were discussing something together as they headed towards Henryâs office. Camp logistics, probably. Vanessa and Roxy had both disappeared in the direction of the main pavilion, likely to get that tour started. Meanwhile, Chica had grabbed Jeremy by the wrist and was dragging him after Vincent and Monty to join them in the reception room. Everyone just seemed to jump right into thingsâtogether.
Before you could ruminate on the relationships between the older counselors and their robotic partners, something stepped into your line of sight. You looked up from staring at Jeremyâs retreating back to see Sun, who gave you a bright grin as he leaned back down into your space. Again. This time, you shifted back slightly. He was awfully close. Did he have a concept of personal space? âNew friend,â he started eagerly, âallow me to accompany you to our cabin to help you unpack!âÂ
You blinked at him once in surprise, then gave him a smile. âSure! Lemme just go grab my stuff real quick.âÂ
âRight-o!â Sun straightened up and gave you a salute that was more endearing than you thought would be possible from a seven and a half foot robot. You stepped around him and started making your way over to the entrance of the lodge, where your car was still parked outside. Directly behind you was the sound of heavy footsteps. A quick glance over your shoulder showed that youâd gained a shadow: Sun happily followed you, practically bouncing with each step. Alright then.Â
As you passed through the reception area, you saw that Jeremy and Vincent had the foresight to leave their belongings by the desk so they wouldnât have to go back outside to the little parking area. You guessed they were just used to it by now. You breezed by them as they hoisted bags over their shoulders and passed suitcases over to their robot partners. Stepping through the front door, you immediately noticed the addition of two new cars of varying sizes and colors crammed into the space in front of the lodge. You wondered if some of your coworkers had carpooled. Seemed like it.Â
The steps creaked under your shoes as you beelined for your car, taking your keys out in the process to unlock it with a beep beep. You pulled out your backpack from the backseat first and folded up your tote bag as much as you could so you could stuff it inside. It just barely fit. You slung the backpack over your shoulders, closed the door, then walked to the back of your car to pop open the trunk and heave out your suitcase.Â
It wasnât until youâd slammed the trunk shut that you finally glanced to the side to see Sun patiently standing on the front porch of the lodge, hands clasped behind his back as he watched you with that wide grin. You thought he would have followed you all the way to your car, but you guessed not. Like this, you were able to properly take in the sheer height of his figure and what he was wearing. Puffy, sun-patterned pants covered his legs while his skinny torso was bare and on full display. His rays spun around slightly as you locked your car up once more and dragged your suitcase over the dirt to step back into the lodge.Â
Once youâd reached the bottom of the small set of stairs, though, Sun leaned forward without stepping away from his spot and reached out a hand to grab your suitcase from you. âLet me help you with that, new friend!â he said cheerfully and lifted it up towards him. He held your suitcase by the handle on its side, not bothered by the weight whatsoever. You marveled at the robotic strength in his lithe limbs. Fascinating.Â
âOh! Thanks, Sun!â You beamed at him and hopped up the stairs so you could follow him back through the lodge. By now everyone had disappeared, likely to their own cabins. âYou didnât have to! I appreciate it.âÂ
âAnything to make your transition into Camp Fazbear easier!â He turned his head down to look at you as you followed his strides at his sideâto the best of your ability, anyways. Man, he had long legs. He slowed down slightly for you and you gave him a quick thankful grin. You both exited out onto the main pavilion and started making your way across it. âHave you received your tour of the facilities yet?âÂ
You nodded, hoisting your backpack up so it sat better on your shoulders. âYep! Michael gave it to me already. I got here a bit early.â You raised one of your hands up to shield your face from the sun. It was bright out.Â
Sun seemed to droop down in an almost dramatic mannerâa motion that made you glance up at him curiously. âAww, thatâs a shame! Iâd wanted to give it to you!â Was he disappointed? The robot was disappointed. You gave him a consoling pat on his arm.Â
âItâs okay, dude. You can give me a tour of the cabin.â At your words, he sprang back up easilyârejuvenated. It was kind of funny. You suppressed a smile.Â
âThatâs right!â he beamed and bounded forward. His head did a complete 180 so that he was looking back at you as he skipped aheadâan action that took you by surprise, but well, he was a robot with a rather spindly neck. âCome, new friend! Race ya there!âÂ
âWhaâ Sun! Wait up!â you called out as you gripped your bag by its straps and jogged after him, careful not to jostle your belongings too much.Â
It was no doubt that Sunâwith his long limbs unbothered by the weight of the suitcase he was carryingâbeat you by a long shot to the cabins. You huffed out a breath of air as you skidded to a stop next to him and leaned down to brace yourself against your knees. âYouâreâ pretty fast,â you puffed out. Sun grinned down at you, patiently waiting for you to collect yourself. You straightened up and wiped some sweat from your brow. âThat was hardly much of a competition!âÂ
His sun rays spun around his head in a flair that made you suppress a little laugh. âIâm sure by the end of the summer youâll have me beat!!âÂ
âDoubt it,â you snorted and gestured at him to go up the stairs of the yellow and navy cabin youâd be staying in for the summer. He bounded up to the wooden doorâit had a crescent moon inside a sun carved into itâand opened it with a dramatic flourish as you trudged heavily behind him.Â
âAfter you!â he chirped with a bow, his arm across his chest.Â
âWhy thank you!â you replied with a grin, charmed by his politeness. You stepped past the open doorway and let out a small whistle once you swept your gaze around the interior of the cabin. âWow! Itâs big!â
It really wasâthe outside of it made it seem much smaller than it actually was, especially with how high the sloped ceiling was. The cabin, similar to its exterior decor, was painted gold with red stripes on the left and navy with yellow stars on the right. There were bunk beds lined along the walls with sheets that were a sky blue and had puffy clouds on them. A quick mental calculation lets you know that there were ten bunk beds total, each with their own little dressers next to them. That made it, what, twenty kids tops? The idea of being in charge of so many was a bit intimidating, but you supposed you could handle it with Sunâs help.Â
âWelcome to our humble abode!â Sun announced as he stepped inside after you and closed the door. He walked further in until he was in the center of the room and brandished his free hand about. The bell tied to his wrist let out a small jingle with the movement. âHere is the main room with all the kidsâ beds! Shoes are allowed inside, but not on top of the beds and sheets. Every Sunday, we do a weekly cleaning of the cabin to get the children used to tidying up after themselves and to ensure the floors donât get too dirty!â
You nodded along with the information and followed Sun as he made his way further into the cabin. There was a door tucked in a far corner along the left wall. He opened it and gestured for you to go inside. As you did so, you noticed it led to another, smaller room. There was a bed to your left that had a small nightstand next to it, along with a wooden armoire to your right. A window with its curtains drawn across from where you stood allowed warm sunlight to filter across the polished, wooden floor.Â
But what really caught your attention was the large, orange tube positioned in the far right corner, by the window.Â
âUh,â you started eloquently as you pointed to the charging station that looked as though it was currently off. âWhatâs that doing in here?âÂ
âHm?â Sun ducked into the small room after you, walking over to set your suitcase down by your bed. The ceiling in here was much lower than the one in the main room, so he had to stoop down a bit. But even then, the tips of his sunrays brushed against it. He retracted them further into his faceplate, then looked to see what you were pointing at. âAh! Yes. Thatâs our charging station!â
âI know that,â you said gently, wondering if your question hadnât been clear enough for him to hear or something. âBut whatâs it doing in⌠my room??â It was a little⌠strange. You didnât think youâd have a roommate, albeit a robotic one.Â
Sun fidgeted with his hands, swaying gently side to side in an animated motion that you wondered was programmed into him. âOh! It used to be out in the main room. But! It was distracting for the children, especially when we recharged at night! No, no, it was better to put it in here! More privacy as well!â He gave you a smile that was thin at the edges. His fingers twitched slightly, then he was back to giving you a bright, beaming grin and that thinness was gone like it had never been there in the first place. âThink of it like a slumber party, new friend!âÂ
You stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. How bad could rooming with him be? You doubted youâd spend much time in here anyways. âAlright then.â Your words seemed to ease some invisible tension in him, for he slumped down, then bounded right back up. He nearly hit his head on the ceiling, but managed to stop himself just in time.
âGreat!â he exclaimed. You gave him a smile, then looked around the room once more. There was another closed door to the left of the one youâd just come through. You supposed that was the bathroom Michael had mentioned to you earlier. But before you could walk over to it to inspect the shower (hopefully it was clean), Sun started talking again. âTake all the time you need to unpack! I would advise against lying on your bed, though! We need to wash the sheetsâas well as the ones in the main room. Thereâs a small laundry room over there!âÂ
You followed his finger as he pointed out of the open doorway that led into the main room. Directly across from you, against the right wall of the main room, was another closed door. In-unit laundry machines were a blessing, though you supposed with twenty-something kids also using them, it would get messy pretty fast. You sighed.Â
âWellâŚâ You walked over to your suitcase and set your bag down on your bed, resigning yourself to the arduous task of unpacking. Sunâs gaze followed you, his head spinning in an inhuman way to track your steps. You stretched out your arms and shoulders, then settled your hands on your hips. âBest to get started then.âÂ
Later that eveningâafter youâd unpacked your bags and resheeted your bed once theyâd been properly washedâthere was the sound of your cabinâs front door banging open as someone loudly called out your name. Who the fuck could that be? You paused and lifted yourself from your bed, where youâd been aimlessly scrolling through your phone and internally bemoaning the fact that youâd have to part with it in a few days. After a few seconds of staring at your open bedroom door, you eventually jammed on some flip flops and shuffled to the door to check it out.
âYo! Newbie!â Vincent grinned at you once youâd walked out of your room to see who it was. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. You raised an eyebrow at him as he lifted up a hand at you in greeting. âYou busy?â
âNot really,â you responded after a moment of contemplating if you had anything major to do. Sun had left a bit ago before it got dark, chiming out something about having a few tasks to get done, so youâd been left alone for a while. Your head tilted to the side. âWhy?â
Vincent pointed behind him at the open doorway that led outside. âEveryoneâs hanginâ around the firepit if you wanna join. Kind of a tradition we have before all the kiddos roll in.âÂ
Oh? You perked up. âSure! Sounds fun.â Youâd take any chance to get closer with everyone else.Â
âAwesome, câmon then.â He waved his hand at you and turned on his heel to make his way back outside. You stuck your phone in your pocket and followed, pulling the door shut behind you before you walked down the cabinâs wooden stairs. By now the sky had taken on a midnight gradient, the last vestiges of burnt mandarin light peeking just above the woodsâ canopies as deep navy and purple swept across everywhere else. You took a moment to appreciate the twinkles of white, red, and yellow that filled the skyâthe nebular clouds that looked as though theyâd been delicately painted there. Living in a city never allowed you the chance to see just how gorgeous the night sky was, and you knew youâd spend all the time you could while you were working here to look up at the stars.
You followed Vincent as he made his way over to the fire pit in front of the cabins. By âeveryoneâ you soon realized heâd meant the rest of the human counselors, for you couldnât see a gleam of metal anywhere. You wondered what the animatronics were doingârecharging, maybe.Â
You took a seat on one of the stone benches around the fire pit, next to Michael who greeted you with a small smile. On the bench directly across from you sat Jeremy and Vanessa. Theyâd already gotten a fire going, and you watched as hazy smoke curled up lazily towards the dark sky from the flickering flames.Â
âRight!â Vincent exclaimed as he sat down on the bench to your left and started rummaging around in a black bag that had previously been placed there. âWeâre all college-aged here, yeah?â
You were sure he was asking just to confirm if you and Vanessa were. You both nodded and watched as Vincent pulled out a tall, glass bottle from the confines of his bag. Shades of orange and red from the fire gleamed across its surface, reflecting the dancing flames. Uh oh.
âBro, Ciroc? Really?â Michael groaned as he reached out a hand and curled his fingers at Vincent so he could pass the bottle over. Once the container was in his hands, Michael turned it around so he could read the label. âAnd coconut-flavored too? You know this tastes like shite, man.â
âWhat? You prefer the Malibu from last time?â Vincent bit back at Michael, rummaging around in his bag once more so he could pull out some red solo cups and another bottle of juice. Michael made a face and that was all the response Vincent needed. âWe gotta initiate the newbies somehow.â What.
âHuh?â you eloquently asked, eyes widening slightly when you noticed Vincent had taken back the bottle of Ciroc and was pouring a shot into two of the solo cups. No mixer either? Fuck.Â
â...Do we have to?â Vanessa asked in a surly voice. âVodkaâs nasty.âÂ
âYes,â Vincent said at the same time Michael said âNo.â They both looked at each other.Â
âYou donât have to if you really donât want to,â Michael said quicklyâhis gaze flicked between you and Vanessaâbefore Vincent could get a word in. The other man rolled his eyes, but nodded his head in agreement.Â
âBut then youâd have to do something else,â Vincent added and extended both his arms towards you and Vanessa. He wiggled the solo cups within his hands at you. âCâmon, one shotâs not that bad. Iâm going easy on ya.âÂ
âIf itâs any consolation,â Jeremy piped up, making your stare move from the cup to his face, âI refused to take a shot of Vincentâs Jungle Juice once and he made me do a polar plunge into the lake.â You gave him a sympathetic look as Vincent started to roar with laughter.Â
âOh man! That was a good night! I still say you shouldâve taken the shot!â he managed to get out through his laughs. Jeremy gave him an incredulous look.Â
âI-Iâm pretty sure that would have killed me!â
After hearing that⌠youâd honestly rather just take the shot and get it over with. You didnât even want to entertain the idea of what else Vincent would make you do as an âinitiationâ.Â
âFine.â You sighed as you leaned over and grabbed the cup from Vincentâs hand. âAt least itâs just one, I guess.âÂ
Vincent grinned at you as you settled back down in your seat. âYeah, see? You get it!âÂ
Looking over at Vanessa, you saw that she too had decided to just take the shot and get it over with. You raised your cup into the air at her in a cheers, then tilted your head back so you could swallow the shot in one go. Immediately, you felt the vodka burn at your mouth and throatâall the way down to your stomach, where it settled in hotly like it was lava. God, that was foul.
You spluttered a bit and waved your empty cup at Vincent, trying not to breathe in too deeply just yet. âJuice! Juice!âÂ
âAlright, alright!â he snickered and took your cup from you so he could fill it with a generous amount of juice. He handed it back to you. âHey, good job, newbie!âÂ
You gulped down half of your drink to chase away the lingering taste of alcohol and coconut. Something patted you on the back and you peeked to the side to see it was Michael. You gave him a grateful look and finally lowered your cup. âThanks, I hated it.âÂ
âSurprisingly, that was better than some of the other shit I had back in college,â Vanessa noted. You looked up to her to see her looking down into her empty solo cup, just as unbothered as before, if not a bit bored. Seemed like she had taken it better than you had. Vanessa, you decided at that moment, was cool.Â
Vincent gave her a smirk that was just lined with mischief. âUp for another one, then?âÂ
âIâll pass,â she immediately declined and set her empty cup down next to her.Â
Vincent only shrugged and started pouring some more of the Ciroc into three other cups along with some juice. âSuit yourself. Who knows when weâll be able to have drinks again once the kids move in.âÂ
âKnowing you? Sooner rather than later,â Michael scoffed as he rolled his eyes in good nature. Vincent gave him a sly smile, but didnât say anything else.
As he passed out the drinks to Michael and Jeremy, you piped up again with a question thatâd briefly been on your mind earlier. âSo⌠what are you guys all majoring in, if you donât mind me asking?âÂ
âNot at all! Iâm studying robotics,â Michael said once heâd taken a small sip of his drink. He made a face and gestured at Vincent to pour him some more juice. âI already told you, but Iâm a fourth year PhD student.â
âIâm in my third year studying game design,â Jeremy chimed in. He then shrunk into himself a little. âWhich is, uh, sorta obvious since I like video games and all.â You gave him a small smile at that.
âIâm in my last year of getting my MechE PhD,â Vincent announced proudly, âand Iâm fuckinâ dying.â He downed half of his drink right after. Your heart went out to him in sympathy.Â
â...Comp sci Masterâs,â Vanessa spoke up after a short moment. You turned to look at her. âIâm planning to graduate in December.âÂ
âA semester early?â you asked and she nodded. âNice!â You then told them what you were getting your own degree in before settling them all with a thoughtful look. âI guess the robot counselors really called out to you guys then, huh?âÂ
âYou kidding?â Vincent blurted out, waving his cup in the air. The drink within it sloshed around a bit, so he reeled his arm back in. âGetting to work with Henry is a blessing! The manâs incredible at robotics and A.I. development! Itâs every engineering studentâs dream!â
âDoes he give you guys more⌠technological responsibilities with the animatronics then?â you asked curiously. âSince you have the education?âÂ
âOh yeah,â Michael answered. âHeâs surprisingly lenient with that sort of thing. Let us do what we see fit when it comes to maintenance or looking at his blueprints.âÂ
âThatâs pretty nice of him,â you commented, thinking about how much of a resume boost it would be for them. This would probably count as a project of sorts, right? That was cool.
Michael smiled warmly, lost somewhere else. âYeah, heâs great.â
âHow long have you all been working here, anyways?â Vanessa suddenly questioned, her gaze directed to the three veteran counselors. Vincent hummed.Â
âIâve been here for about four years, I think,â he said thoughtfully, one of his fingers tapping lightly against his chin. âMichaelâs been here longer than I have, though.âÂ
The man in question nodded. âYeah, itâs been a while for me. More than five years for sure.â He looked contemplative for a second, staring into the fire as it crackled and sparked before him. Then the look was gone, as though it had never even been there in the first place.Â
âI-Iâve only been here for two years,â Jeremy said, both his hands clutching at his cup. âSo Iâm uh, relatively newer in comparison.âÂ
âI see. So youâve all pretty much stuck around for a while,â Vanessa mused, more to herself than anything, but it made you tilt your head at her. She seemed to notice the unstated question that lingered in the air, for she added, âOh, I just wanted to see how often people returned. I was only planning on staying for this summer.â
Michael nodded. âUnderstandable, yeah. People come and go all the time. Life just catches up to them.â He shrugged, then turned to look at you. âHow âbout you?âÂ
âBit too early for me to say, honestly,â you responded after a moment of thought. You shuffled your feet a bit, feeling your flip flops slide against the compact dirt they were resting on. âI hadnât thought that far ahead yet. Have to see if I like working here first. Actuallyâ while weâre on it, whatâs it like working with the kids anyways?âÂ
âFucking exhausting!â Vincent groaned, throwing his head back. âEspecially once it gets hotter! The tykes have endless stores of energy, I swear.âÂ
âThatâs why weâre technically assistant counselors.â Michael snickered and leaned back slightly on the bench, propping his arm up behind him. âThe animatronics are able to handle everything just fine.âÂ
You hummed. âYeah, I suppose they donât really run out of energy, huh?âÂ
âOther than when they need to recharge,â Jeremy added. He then scratched his head. âWell, I guess they all have solar technology, so thatâs not much of an issue eitherâŚâÂ
âSolar technology?!â you blurted out incredulously. âWhat the hell??âÂ
âTook the words right out of my mouth,â Vanessa remarked dryly.Â
âOh yeah,â Michael grinned, apparently delighted at how stupefied you and Vanessa were, âthey got upgrades like you wonât believe.âÂ
You raised your eyebrows as you turned your head to look at him. âHow did Henry even get the money for that??âÂ
âActually it wasââ Vincent started, then cut himself off with a quick glance at Michael, who was suddenly staring resolutely into the fire before him. It was so subtle you would have missed it if you hadnât already been looking at him. But before you could question anything, Vincent continued as though nothing had happened at all. ââall the funds from the government and the parents, you know? This place isnât exactly cheap.âÂ
You exchanged quick looks with Vanessa. She had definitely noticed the slight hiccup as well. Part of you wanted to press, but well⌠A quick glance at the three veteran counselors showed that they likely didnât want to discuss it furtherâthey avoided both your and Vanessa's gazes, either by taking a sip of their drinks or staring into the tangerine flames. So you let it go for now.Â
âI bet it isnât,â you said lightly and an invisible tension seemed to melt away from the group at your words. âThat thirty-five dollars an hour deal was what really hooked me in.âÂ
âAyo, you too? Up top!â Vincent cackled and raised his hand up for a high-five. You leaned forward and slapped your palm against his with a grin.Â
It was fun, hanging out with the other counselors as you all slowly made your way through the bottle of Ciroc. The stars overhead rotated across the sky, the flames from the fire pit died down until they weakly licked at ashy logs. It was starting to get a bit chilly, but you were too busy enjoying yourself to notice the goosebumps that decorated your skin. You exchanged stories all evening and into the nightâfrom your college days and from their adventures working as camp counselors. It made you excited, you had to admit, hearing about all the things theyâd done. It sounded like this summer would be a fun one and there was a warmth in your chest thatâd sparked to life upon getting to know your coworkers better.Â
âAnd thenââ Vincent choked out, lifting a hand up to his face so he could wipe away a tear. His cup sat on the ground next to him, forgotten. ââAnd then this asshole dropped the fucking oar into the lake! We were stranded there for hours, man!âÂ
âI-Iâd told you guys it wouldnât be a good idea to go rowboating that late!â Jeremy snorted, his cheeks a little rosy from the two drinks heâd consumed. You giggled into your hand when Michael let out a loud groan in response.Â
âWe were drunk and on a mission,â he told you and Vanessa, his ears slightly tinged red.Â
âHe was so shitfaced he couldnât even hold the oar properly!â Vincent nearly yelled. He got punched in the arm by Michael and gave him an offended look. âHey!â
âHow did you guys not get caught?â you asked before they could start tussling again. Vanessa snickered when Vincent reached back over and punched Michael just as harshly on his shoulder.Â
âOh no, we did. Moon got our asses once he noticed we werenât in our rooms,â Michael said somberly, rubbing at his shoulder with his opposite hand. âHe wonât let us live that shit down to this day.âÂ
âWhat was he doing outside anyways?â you wondered aloud, rubbing at your chin. âSeems kinda hypocritical to me.âÂ
Vincent turned to look at you. âDid no one tell you?â he asked, squinting at you slightly. Or wellânot at you. Honestly, you couldnât tell where he was looking at, just that it was in your general direction. âThey free roam at night.âÂ
ââFree roamâ?â Vanessa repeated, tilting her head to the side slightly. You turned to look at her and noticed she was staring at something over your head. But before you could turn around to see what it was, she continued speaking, her eyes darting back over to Vincent. âFor why?â
Michael answered in his stead. âSecurity purposes.â You raised an eyebrow at that.Â
âAnd also so their servos donât lock up or whatever,â Vincent added and you noticed he was staring at you, a wide grin on his face that revealed basically all of his pearly teeth. You gave him a confused look. Why was he looking at you like that? His grin only got wider.Â
âWhy are youââ you started to ask, then immediately froze when something behind you gripped at your shouldersâtight and cool.
âBoo!â A voice rasped right into your ear. You yelped and jumped forward, your heart pounding in your ears as you abruptly spun around to see a tall, gangly animatronic hunched over where youâd been sitting. Spindly fingers wiggled in a wave at you, a grin with sharp teeth glinted in the dying flames of the fire pit.Â
âWhaddahell!!â you wheezed, hand clutching at your chest. You hadnât heard him approaching at all! Everyone burst into laughter at your reaction, filling the quiet night air.Â
âOh my god the look on your face!â Vincent practically shouted, slapping his hand down repeatedly on his knee.Â
Jeremy wiped a tear from his eye and gave you a sympathetic lookâor as much as he could manage between his laughs. âHe does that to everyone, donât worry.âÂ
Moon snickered when you turned back to him to give him a halfhearted glare. His red eyes were upturned into crescents, and he bounced from one foot to the other in delight. Like Sun, you noticed as you took the moment to observe him, Moon had nothing covering his chest while puffy, navy pants decorated his legs. They were adorned in golden stars and small specksâjust like the fluffily-rimmed nightcap that sat on his head. The bells tied around his wrists let out an occasional jingle as he hopped about.Â
âYou have just made yourself an enemy tonight,â you told Moon seriously, crossing your arms over your chest to make yourself appear as intimidating as possible. He seemed amused by your words, if anything, for he let out another sly giggle.Â
âCareful,â Vincent warned you suddenly, âyouâre dealing with a real shithead over there.âÂ
Moonâs head spun around to face Vincent at his words. You watched as he slouched over to the man so he could loom over his head with his terrifyingly sharp smile. Vincent just looked up at him, unamused.Â
âDrinking on the premises?â Moon tsked, the bell attached to his nightcap jingling lightly as his head rotated to the right in an unnatural way. His fingers wiggled again in a wavelike motion, his hands raised in the air by his shoulders. âNaughty, naughty.â
âOh fuck off, guy!â Vincent batted at Moonâs nightcap and sent it swaying back and forth. âYou know there arenât any kids here.â Â
âLanguage!â Moon chided, then reached down to snatch up the bottle of Ciroc by Vincentâs foot. There was about a shotâs worth of liquid left in it. Vincent let out an indignant âhey!â and raised his hand to grab at it, only for Moon to pull his hand up and awayâout of Vincentâs reach. âItâs bedtime. Go to sleep~âÂ
âMoonâ give that back!â Vincent jumped up to his feet and stretched his arm up further, but Moon unfortunately was much taller and simply dangled the bottle just over Vincentâs head.
âBeddy bed! Bedtime!âÂ
Michael sighed and got up from where heâd been sitting to stretch out his arms. âHeâs right. We should head to bed. Lotsa things to do tomorrow.â He bent down to grab his cup from the ground. You nodded and walked back over to your seat so you could grab your empty cup, the others standing and dusting themselves off to help clean up as well.
It was quick work to douse the fire pit and collect your few belongings. Vincent spent a few minutes grappling with Moon and spitting out expletives until eventually he managed to snag the Ciroc bottle and stuff it into his bag along with the bottle of juice. Under Moonâs watchful eye, you all tossed your cups into one of the garbage bins near the cabins and made your way to your respective rooms, calling out goodnights that echoed across the open space.Â
You trudged up the stairs of your cabin and looked behind you once youâd opened the front door. Moon watched you, standing stock-still by the darkened fire pit. The lights of his eyes shined brightly through the darkness. You shivered slightlyâfrom the cool air or the creepiness of being watched by a robot, you would never know.You held up two fingers to your narrowed eyes, then turned your hand around to point them at him in an âIâm watching youâ motion. You were just able to see his eyes upturn once more before you finally receded back into your cabin, shutting the door behind you with a quiet click.
a/n: btw, vincent is not actually purple guy. i just took his character as an oc of sorts!! i thought it would be a fun throwback to 2015 fnaf days, where we didn't know shit abt the lore LMAO. i also took creative liberties with jeremy fitzgerald as well!
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