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The Conversation

Final Part of The Interview [Part One] [Part Two] [Ao3]

Steve finishes putting on his boots, shoves a beanie on his head, and grabs his thermos of coffee before heading outside. Robin had texted when they left Pendleton so they should be arriving soon, and he wants to make sure the dogs stay clear of the driveway, and also finish some of the chores he is being lazy about. The mountain air is cold in February, and the snow is deep, but it's still warm for a winter day in Eastern Oregon.

His childhood house had been at the edge of a little forest. His current home is tucked away in the woods, trees for miles, and the nearest neighbor farther still than that. He's lived a lot of places, been able to see the whole of America almost, and in the process, he's learned that he'll always be a small-town boy. The real revelation is how at home he feels in this two-bedroom cabin sequestered away from any town at all. Sure, he's got to drive a little over half an hour to get to the nearest grocery store, but he's learned he likes that.

He's got 1600 acres of woods all to himself and the dogs. He's owned this property for almost four years, but recent events made him finally move out here. Originally, he'd bought it to make it as another flip project, but something in his gut told him to make it a vacation home / safe haven for his family instead. Robin, mainly, as a getaway from the LA life and overwhelming spotlight she'd started to face as her music career took off. He might be turning it into his permanent home and base of operations, but everyone knows they're still welcome.

Anyway, the day might be warm for winter, but the night won't be, so Steve sets his thermos on the top of the wooden railing of the porch and heads down the steps to the woodshed. The plan in the summer is to update the cabin, which includes adding central air and a good heating system, but until then, portable heaters are in the bedrooms and the wood stove gets the rest of the cabin. There's also plans to start the construction on the guest house. It's going to be a busy summer.

He replenishes the woodpile on the porch from the woodshed and debates chopping more but decides against it. That can be a tomorrow chore. Next is cleaning up the snow paths he's made previously. Doesn't want anyone falling on their ass on the way to the house, no matter how funny that'll be to watch. As usual, Pancake makes the task difficult because she wants to play with the snow shovel. Melody cries until he throws snow into the air by the shovel full for her to play in. Chowder, old man that he is, supervises from the porch, front paws hanging just off the top step.

It's rough going but he manages to complete the few chores, even with two dogs underfoot.

Steve is on the front porch, forearms holding his weight as he leans against the railing, thermos of coffee between his hands, taking in the afternoon sun and enjoying the silence when Dustin's work truck slides into the driveway. Almost literally, given the foot and a half of snow still on the ground. The driveway is long, okay. Steve's doesn't have enough time in his day to keep up with salting it all.

It'll be strange to see Eddie after all these years. He still can't believe Robin got him to come. When he'd asked how she did it, she brushed him off with an it's not important.

Speaking of Robin, she's the first person out of the truck, sliding out of the passenger seat and then cursing when she drops right into the snow. She shoots an accusatory look towards the cabin, and therefore Steve, like he placed the snow there himself, when the fault is Dustin, who has left the driver side with plenty of room between the truck and the snowbank.

Dustin gets out of the truck and Steve faintly hears him say this side, man, less snow before pushing his door closed and turning to brace himself as Pancake and Melody rush from the porch to circle like sharks, barely restraining themselves from jumping up. Chowder follows after slowly, taking his sweet time getting to Robin, his favorite human. Steve can't even be jealous about that because Robin is his favorite human, too.

The back driver side door opens, and he watches as Eddie Munson all but falls out of the truck. It's the least graceful anyone's looked getting out of the back of the truck and that's counting Chowder and his old man hips. Seeing Eddie again is- well, it's a lot of emotions all at once, but they're are all overshadowed at the moment by how Eddie looks... well, bad. His hair is longer than Steve's ever seen it, a little longer than mid-back length, but it looks like it hasn't seen a proper hair brush in a couple of days. Even from this distance Steve can see the bags under his eyes. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.

He pushes himself off the railing and meanders down the two steps, waiting for them to notice he's waiting. Robin trudges out of the snow berm and to the front of the truck, where Chowder is waiting patiently for his pets and kisses. Dustin has managed to get Melody to stop hopping in front of him so she can get her side scratches, and Pancake has realized there is a new, third person with a set of hands currently not petting her, and is circling Eddie, waiting for him to reach down and pet her but he just stands completely still, heading tracking her in her circles.

"She's friendly, I promise," Steve calls out, which makes Eddie's head snap up to look for the source of the voice. Well, everyone looks, but Eddie looks like he's seeing a ghost, which. Fair. Steve kind of feels the same way.

"Hello, Dingus," Robin calls as she stands from her crouched position, where she's been cuddling Chowder. As soon as she stands, he starts making his way back to the porch. "I have delivered one Edward Keaton Munson. You are not allowed to ask anything of me for, at minimum, a year."

"Steve! Why didn't you tell me you knew the Eddie Munson?" Dustin shouts.

Robin is scoffing, clearly offended. "Am I not famous enough for you Henderson!?"

"Get back to me when you've run a 24-hour Dungeons and Dragons live stream for charity!" Dustin shoots back, then has to dodge Robin's half-hearted punch aimed for his arm.

Eddie stays silent, looking more pale than when he got out of the truck. Steve's a little concerned he's going to faint.

"You been living under a rock, Dustin?" Steve asks. "My knowing him is apparently the only thing on the internet currently."

Dustin puts his whole head into the eye roll. "You spend a month backpacking with your girlfriend in the southern hemisphere and you never get to hear the end of it. I told you I'd catch up on your drama after I catch up on my DnD Live Plays."

"You also missed me winning a Grammy, you know."

"I thought Steve's thing was more important?"

"You are impossible, Henderson."

"You guys going to argue in the snow all afternoon, or do you want to come inside?" Steve says then places his fingers in his mouth and whistles. Melody and Pancake dash for the front door, where Chowder is already waiting. Dustin, Robin, and a still eerily quiet Eddie fall into line to walk the trail to the porch Steve had cleared.

Steve jumps the steps, grabs his thermos, lets the dogs in, and then holds the door for everyone else. Robin and Dustin breeze past, but Eddie slows, eyes jumping around Steve's face as they just look at each other for a moment. Eddie opens, then closes, then opens, then closes his mouth.

"Hi," Steve offers up, shifting a foot to hold the door open so he can wave his fingers at Eddie.

Eddie swallows thickly, then whispers back, "hey."

"In the house, Eddie. Don't want to let too much cold in," Steve tilts his head towards the doorway.

"Oh, right, sorry," that kick starts Eddie again and he crosses the threshold, Steve close behind.

Robin and Dustin are currently occupying the bench just inside the door, taking off their shoes. Once Dustin has his boots off, he leaves the bench, heading to the kitchen. Eddie seems lost, just standing in the entryway, so Steve takes the spot Dustin just left and proceeds to undo the laces on his boots. He gets one boot done by the time Robin stands, wandering after Dustin once she's hung up her coat, scarf, and gloves. Eddie doesn't move still, so Steve pats the empty spot beside him.

"No shoes in the cabin. Dogs track in enough snow, don't need us doing it too," Steve says, then busies himself with his other boot.

He sees Eddie sit and begin to untie his- jesus, he's not even wearing boots. Just a black pair of sneakers. Eddie unties his shoes in silence, sitting rather stiffly next to Steve.

This quiet, obedient Eddie is not what he expected.

"You want something to drink?" Steve asks, once both of them are free of their shoes.

"No, thank you."

"Alright. Have a seat, then," he gestures towards the couch. The cabin door opens up directly into the living area, which Steve has set up as 3/4th a living room and 1/4th dining room, in that a small kitchen table is along the far wall. Beyond that wall is the kitchen, where Robin and Dustin are undoubtedly helping themselves to his coffee or hot chocolate.

Eddie shuffles off to sit on the edge of the couch, as close to the armrest as he can get. Now that Steve can see him closer, he can see he's added more piercing to his face than just the eyebrow ring he wore in high school. Snake bites, a septum piercing, and a second eyebrow ring next to the original. He's sure that if Eddie's hair wasn't covering his ears, he'd see more metal there. Eddie had hung up the coat he'd been wearing but under that is a hoodie he didn't take off, so Steve can only guess if he ever got those tattoos he'd been planning in high school. His entire outfit is black, which just makes him look sickly in the cabin lighting.

Steve drops himself into the chair facing the couch. It's Melody's favorite chair to curl up in, but Steve thinks she'll forgive him for taking it. There's tension in the room, so he tries to break it. "You look like you've seen a ghost, dude."

Eddie makes a weird nose, almost a whimper or a whine, but before he can say anything, Robin rounds the wall, holding a mug of hot liquid and she says, "Oh, I'm sure he feels that he has. I didn't tell me we were coming to see you."

"Robin!" Steve is shocked.

"What? You said you wouldn't mind getting some closure, so I got him here. Does it matter how?" She takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch from Eddie, making a show of how comfortable she is in the space by sitting cross-legged and leaning back against the couch, in comparison to Eddie who is sitting up completely straight, barely on the couch with how close to the edge he's sitting.

"Yeah, it does! If he's not here voluntarily- if Eddie doesn't want to talk to me you can't-"

"I do," Eddie says. It grabs Steve and Robin's attention and Steve sees Eddie almost wilt under their twin stares. He clears his throat before continuing, "I mean, I would have come still, if she'd told me. I do want to talk to you. Apologize for.... for everything. So much I don't even know where to begin, or how."

"Uhh, this feels like something personal," Dustin says from where he's standing with his own mug, hovering nearby. "Should I be here for this?"

Good question. Steve doesn't care if Robin and Dustin hear what they talk about, but Eddie might. "How about we just relax a bit. How was the drive?"

Eddie scrunches his face, a half confused expression on his face.

"Fine," Robin says at the same time Dustin says, "Tense as fuck."

"Those two things don't seem like they match," Steve says.

Dustin moves to plop himself on the couch in between Eddie and Robin, then quietly curses as his drink sloshes over the edge of the mug. He starts mopping at it with the sleeve of his shirt as he says, "Robin is a liar. The tension in the truck is going to linger that's how bad it was. I'll be feeling the tension every time I get in the rig. Clients will feel the tension when I pull up to their curbs!"

"It was not that bad!" Robin swats Dustin. Successfully this time, since there's no way for him to dodge unless he wants to spill his drink again.

Steve just laughs. "Robs, light of my life, mate of my soul, knowing you and your grudges, Dustin's probably going easy on the description of the tension here."

"Well, there wouldn't be tension if I was allowed to say what I want to say."

"Can we go, like, five minutes without your negativity?"

"My negativity!? I'm not negative, I'm rational and level-headed!"

"You are not sounding very level-headed right now."

Dustin chimes in, "Steve's right. Level-headed people don't have to shout that they're level-headed."

"What say you, Eds?" Steve asks, the old nickname slipping out. He doesn't have time to be embarrassed about it though.

Eddie stands quickly and flings his hands in the air, having reached an invisible limit Steve is unaware of, pacing about the living room as he basically shouts, "Why don't you hate me!? You should hate me! I hate me! I can't- why are you just sitting there, trying to have a-a decent conversation with me? You should be screaming at me! You should be mad! Why aren't you? My fuckin' song ruined your life!"

The silence in the living room is heavy following that, all eyes on Eddie. Even the dogs, who had been in various states of sleep, lift their heads and look in Eddie's direction.

He looks mortified by the out burst, and his face turns red. "I-I'm sorry. I- I'm just, I'm sorry. I need air."

They all watch silently as Eddie jams his shoes back on and goes out the front door without tying them or grabbing his coat.

Steve sighs, deep and annoyed. At Robin and himself. He looks to Robin and she looks shocked by Eddie's outburst. She was watching the door, but turns her head to meet Steve's eye, a small frown on her face.

"Well, it's not like he's going far," Dustin says. "You going after him?"

"I don't know if I should."

Dustin scoffs. "Don't be an idiot, of course you should. We drug that guy to the middle of nowhere to talk to you. He agreed to come to the middle of nowhere even though I could have been a hit man hired by Robin to off him in the woods and he didn't even complain. Didn't even question. I don't know what happened, but I think you two need talk it over."

Steve blinks at Dustin. "Since when did you get so wise?"

"I've always been wise. You just refuse to see it with your ageism. Go. Robin can fill me in on the beef, here in the toasty, cozy cabin, while you two chat in the cold, and freeze your asses off."

"I don't have ageism-"

"Wrong argument to be having, Steve!" Dustin interrupts. "And take another cup of coffee with you. Even if he doesn't drink it, dude doesn't have gloves either so y'know, warm the hands."

Steve does just that. Fills his other thermos with coffee, taking a chance by adding cream and sugar, before putting his boots, coat, and beanie back on. He throws Eddie's coat over his arm and tucks both thermos' against his body with that same arm so he can have a free hand to open the door.

Eddie isn't far. He's pacing back and forth in front of the truck, talking to himself.

Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Steve steps off the porch and makes his way to Eddie. "Hey."

The pacing stops and Eddie turns to look at Steve. They just look at each other as Steve approaches. Steve doesn't stop until he's close enough to reach out and touch before he shuffles the two thermos's to his other arm and extends the one with Eddie's coat on it out.

"Thank you," Eddie says, taking the coat and shoving himself into it quickly.

"Brought you coffee, too," Steve holds out one thermos and after a pause, Eddie takes it, too, then almost instantly brings his other hand up to cradle it, warming his fingers.

He looks up from the thermos and meets Steve's eye. "I am sorry, Steve. I'm sorry for how things ended between us, and for the song I wrote, and for-for not thinking about how people would be able to work out that you were the Steve from Hey Steve. You should hate me for that alone. I'm so sorry for everything that's happened because I didn't think of the consequences."

"I don't- I don't hate you man. Not... not anymore. Not for a long time."

"Well, you should!"

Steve frowns. He wants to argue because who is Eddie to tell him how he should feel? But that's not going to help anything. "When Robin called me. During her interview after the Grammy's and asked if she could tell the truth I never- I didn't know what she meant by the truth. But. Well, nothing she said was a lie, but it wasn't the full story."

Eddie stays silent, seemingly waiting for Steve to continue.

"Those first two years after our breakup were- I'm not going to lie, they were fucking awful. I think I received my first bit of hate mail the very same day Hey Steve released. It was harsh. All from the same person, but sent to my Facebook and my Twitter and Instagram. Guess they really wanted me to read it.

"And then, with each passing day, a new person, new message, just as awful. After three days I deleted Instagram and Twitter. Then I locked down Facebook but like- physical letters showed up at my house. I can't lie, it certainly felt like you'd ruined my life."

Eddie makes a wounded sound at that. "That's because I did! What I did was unforgivable and-"

"You don't get to decide for me if I forgive you or not!" Steve snaps. "I haven't actually said I did forgive you, did I? All I've said is I don't hate you."

That gets Eddie quiet again for a moment, then he says, "you ended up hospitalized because of me."

"Robin said I ended up hospitalized, and that's true, but it wasn't- It was more complicated that just being your, and your fans', fault. For people who were supposedly on 'your side' of our breakup, they used a lot of homophobic language. That's how my mom found out. The letters were easy enough to just get rid of because all the bad shit was on the inside, but someone sent a post card, and mom collected the mail that day. It's... I don't like talking about this."

"Then don't," Eddie is quick to say, "you don't have to explain anything to me, or make yourself relive these events. It's- you don't owe that to me."

"I think I need to. I wrote you a song, said I'd do it all again, and I meant that. I want you to understand why. Just. Just give me a minute."

Eddie nods and takes a sip of his coffee. He looks pleasantly surprised and takes bigger drink before his face falls into a frown as he stares down at the thermos and Steve has to look away. He turns and squeezes his eyes shut to continue. "Mom showed the postcard to my father, and he confronted me that evening. It was.... it didn't start off bad. He asked if it was true. That I was gay. I made a choice, then. I didn't have to; I could have lied. I could have told him I was straight and that I didn't understand what the postcard was saying, but I didn't.

"I knew how he felt about queer people, and I told him the truth anyway. I was bisexual. I thought it was a miracle that he didn't kick me out instantly. Instead, he calmly asked me if that meant I liked woman. I said it meant I liked more than just woman.

"Then he told me that didn't matter. That so long as I liked woman, I would be with a woman, and that we never had to speak of this again. And I told him no. He didn't get to decide that for me. He said that he would rather have a dead son than a faggot one. And I thought- I never- surely he was just meaning, like, metaphorically, right? Like, he'd disown me, kick me out or something so I scoffed and said- God, I was so stupid. I knew it wasn't safe, but I was so angry at him, I shouted 'dead or alive, I'm your faggot son so deal with it.' And he- he said 'dead it is' and he attacked me."

He hears Eddie suck in a breath, hears the crunch of snow in what could only be Eddie taking a step towards him but stopping after just one step. Steve doesn't know if he wants Eddie to close the distance and give him the hug he knows Eddie wants to do. Steve doesn't know if he'd welcome the embrace or not. He sucks in his own shaky breath, and continues, "He almost beat me to death that night. The only reason he didn't was because mom dialed 911," Steve turns around, looks at Eddie and sees the tears falling down his own face reflected on Eddie. "As far as I know, dad's still serving time for his attempted murder, so like, at least I don't have to worry about him. And mom... I don't even know what to think of that.

"She called 911, didn't want to see me die, I guess, but also couldn't have a gay son. She sold the house, and everything in it, while I was still in the hospital, and just... disappeared. Robin's family took me in. She told that story during the interview, you knoe, but I wasn't even at the house when that guy with the gun showed up. I was meeting with a lawyer.

"She-Mom was- I don't know what she was trying to do but she gave me the family business. The whole company! It felt like she was trying to buy my forgiveness, except she didn't ask for it and still hasn't contacted me. It's like... she felt guilty about what happened but hated me at the same time. Felt she needed to do something to alleviate her guilt? Or maybe she just wanted to cut herself free of the whole Harrington name; free herself from me and my father. I don't think I'll ever get closure for that one."

Steve quits talking, needs to take another moment. He'd already rambled on about more than he meant to but talking to Eddie had always done that to him. Afterall, before they dated, they'd been friends. He sips at his coffee, not knowing what else to say.

"Jesus, Stevie, I'm so sorry. I didn't know- It's no excuse but I'm just so sorry."

He doesn't think Eddie knows he called him Stevie, but it's nice to hear. "So, see, it wasn't your fault. Your song set things into motion, for sure, so it's nice to hear an apology, but like, if anyone is the bad guy in this situation, it's Richard Harrington."

"But Robin said she just had to help you move to here. That you still get hate mail, and doxxed. That's on me. I saw your list of addresses, Steve! You've had to move, like, eight times a year!"

Steve can't help the cackle that springs from him. He surprises himself with the laugh, and Eddie, too, if his wide eyes and eyebrows hidden behind his bangs are any indication. "I- yeah, I move a lot. And yes, this most recent move was because of a brick with Hey Steve scratched into it broke my living room window, but like, I've only had to move because of harassment like, four times, if I'm counting the whole mom-selling-the-house thing."

"What?"

Steve holds up a finger, adding a new one as he counts them out. "Mom sold house. Scary gun guy at Robin's. The year anniversary of your first album's release. I was still in Hawkins, figuring out what to do with all the money I'd, uhh, inherited I guess, so I was easy to find. And the most recent one. Not sure what inspired it this time. Usually, the hate mail resurges when you go on tour, but it's less and less every time. Anyway, none of those other moves are because of crazy fans."

Eddie blinks at him, a picture of confusion. "But I found a YouTube video and that guy- he showed all your old addresses. He said- I thought..."

"Well, there are a lot of addresses. But not because of your fans. I move for my job. Do you... did you even read the truck?" Steve gestures to Dustin's truck and Eddie steps around to see the printed H&H Project Flip and below that is their website.

Eddie looks back to Steve like that answers nothing. Which, fair, but it would answer a lot of questions if Eddie had looked up the website. "After that surge of anniversary hate, I knew I needed to get out of Hawkins. Robin was graduated, then, and headed to college. I decided I wanted to see more than just Hawkins. I followed Robin to college in Chicago, and uh, bought a house. A real fixer upper but that was fine. I had plenty of money to throw into it. On a whim I thought, what if I try to fix it. I had a lot of free time and if it ended up badly, I could afford to pay a professional to fix whatever I broke. I found that I loved doing that."

He's still just being looked at like he's not making sense.

Steve rolls his eyes, "I flip houses, dude. Me and Dustin. Harrington and Henderson Project Flip. I was in Chicago for three years, lots of addresses for that city. But then Robin pointed out there were a lot of states. That I should see all 50 of 'em by renovating a house in each. She'd moved in with her then-girlfriend by this time, so she said I should go. See the States at the least. So, I did. I find it easier to just live in the house I'm renovating, so I'm not paying mortgage and then rent somewhere else in the same city."

Eddie looks like he's had a rug pulled out from under him and he lets out a laugh that's a little hysterical.

"And moving so much has allowed me to meet so many amazing people, y'know? I got friends in all the states. So, like, yeah, you did ruin my life, but like, just my life from 18 to 20. So, yeah, I'd do it all again. Did you think I've been living in perpetual misery for the last ten years?"

"Robin certainly made it easy to assume that, so yeah!"

"I think she did that on purpose. To hurt you back."

"I deserve it," Eddie says. "I didn't even try to check in on you. Well, once, but when I couldn't find you on any socials I just. Gave up."

Steve shrugs. "I didn't reach out either. And if you'll remember, I broke up with you. Screamed in your face that we were over and went home."

"I don't know when, or even if, Corroded Coffin will tour again, but I swear to you, we'll never play or release Hey Steve again. And I'll release a statement, or go on camera, or something, and address this. I can't make it right, but I can make a change starting now, to do better and be better," Eddie says this while gripping his thermos to death.

"I believe you, and I forgive you."

Eddie nods grimly, then looks from Steve to the cabin, and back to Steve. "Do you think Robin will ever forgive me?"

"I don't know. You hurt her pretty badly, too. We were all best friends in school and when we broke up, you cut off Robin, too. And then, when she started to gain her own fame- I think when she first moved to LA, she thought you'd try to reach out. But you never did."

A silence falls over them, and Steve refuses to break it. He's done enough talking. They drink their coffees 'til they're empty before Eddie speaks.

"Where does this leave us?"

Steve thinks about it before answering. "You were my best friend before you were my boyfriend. You'd been in my life longer than you've been out of it. We don't have to be anything. We can have our closure and go our separate ways, if you'd prefer. But, I think I'd like another chance at being your friend."

"I can do friend," Eddie says slowly, like he's picking his words carefully. "I can. But, full transparency, I think I still love you."

It hurts to hear, after all the pain and the time, and it's a bittersweet kind of hurt. "I'll always love you, Eds. I meant it, you know, every word of the song. But I don't know if we can, or should, try again. We were so good until we weren't."

Tears spring from Eddie's eyes when Steve says he loves him, and they don't stop falling even as he's nodding along with everything Steve says. "No, I know. I know. I just, I needed you to know. Friend is, it's so fucking great. More than I ever expected, and certainly more than I dared hope."

"Come on. Let's go inside where it's warm and chat with Dustin and Robin like civilized people. I need a break from the heavy talk."

"Yeah. Me too. Thank you, Steve. For the chance."

Steve shrugs and shoots him a crooked grin. "Yeah, well, ruin this a second time and Robin will rip you to shreds on live TV, probably."

There's more to talk about. More hurts to heal and things to discuss, Steve knows. And maybe after all the talking, they'll learn they've changed too much to even be friends. But that'll be okay, because if that's how it goes, it'll be because they talked it out instead of screaming at each other in a living room.

If they've changed too much, this time, it'll end gently.

It doesn't stop Steve from letting a little bit of hope in. That this won't end, that they can find a way to be in each other's lives again.

As friends, or more.

#steddie #my fic #the interview #prepare yourself for the whiplash of a full tonal shift in the story as we switch to steves POV #tw: homophobia #tw: assault #Steve discusses his assault/subsequent hospitalization. I tried to not go into too much detail but proceed with caution if thats a trigger #there is also the use of the word faggot as a slur #also! there is a point where steve casually says robin has a girlfriend #this is NOT an accidental outing. Robin is an out and proud lesbian singer/song writer/grammy winner #also.... maybe there will be an epilogue? I am debating.#if you wanna be informed on the epilogue #subscribe to the fic on ao3 cause it'll alert you if i add another chapter

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leossmoonn · 5 months

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snow day | mike schmidt

summary - abby has a snow day and spends it with you and mike

warnings / includes - not edited

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“hey, abs,” mike whispers, shaking her away. she groans and pushes his hand away. “i don’t want to go to school.”

mike glances at you, seeing the excited smile on your face. “you don’t have to, abby.”

she opens one eye. “why?” “your school called and cancelled school. you have a snow day!” you exclaim.

abby sits up in bed, a big smile on her face. “we can build a fort and a snowman!”

“you got great ideas, babe,” you grin at her. “do you want to sleep in some more or are you hungry?”

“i’m hungry,” abby says. “can i have waffles with chocolate chips?”

“you sure can. get to work, chef,” you turn to mike. he chuckles softly. “i need my sous chef.”

“alright. you need any help getting ready?” you ask abby. “no,” she says, hopping out of bed and heading to her closet.

“okay. call us if you need anything. we’ll be in the kitchen.”

you and mike make your way to the kitchen, grabbing a box of pre-made pancake mix and putting some milk and eggs into it. mike’s hands rest on your waist, his chin sitting on your shoulder as you both wait for the batter to cook. you lean into his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from him. it’s so cold in his house during winter time since he tries to cut down on the electric bills, but you don’t mind. you had him as a portable blanket and he doesn’t mind. it’s an excuse for him to be closer to you.

“you sure you can take work off today?” you ask. “yeah,” mike nods. “even if i couldn’t, i am not driving in that mess.”

you both look out the window. you got eight inches of snow. you didn’t even want to try and walk in it, much else drive.

“well, i’m glad we can take the day off.” you spin yourself around, leaning your back against the counter. mike smiles, “me, too. it’s well-deserved for both of us.” he leans in, pulling your lips in a slow kiss. you sigh into him, your eyes fluttering shut like you’re in a movie. his kisses always make your brain feel numb and body tingly.

little footsteps pad behind two. mike is quick to pull away, positioning himself to where he’s beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“did you out chocolate chips in the waffles?” abby asks. “yes, ma’am,” you answer.

she sits down at the table, placing her crayons and blank pieces of paper in front of her. after the whole freddy’s fiasco, she’s stopped drawing those kids and now has started drawing her friends from school and her teachers. she’s been very into drawing you and mike, as well as your cat that you and mike are 99% sure she’s plotting to steal.

“you should show that drawing to cornelius, abby. he’ll probably be confused that there’s two of them,” you remark.

“or you can bring him here and we can keep him,” abby says.

you can’t help but snort at her request. “maybe if mike invites me to move in.”

mike rolls his eyes, flipping the waffle maker and taking the waffle out. “you basically already live here. your cat probably thinks you’ve abandoned him.”

“not true. i haven’t stayed a night here in a couple weeks.”

“mmm, yeah. what’s up with that?”

“been busy. you miss me or something?” you grab some plates and silverware, starting to set up the table.

“maybe,” he says. you glance at him, catching the coy smile playing on his face.

“after breakfast can we make a snowman ?” abby asks.

“sure,” you nod. “it’s cold, abby,” mike says.

“there’s nothing else to do here. and i want to build the fort after we go outside.”

“that’s not a bad idea,” you look at mike. “i’ll look if we have a carrot for the nose.

abby eyes light up and mike shoot you a glare. you pat his back gingerly, grabbing some napkins and cups.

“you have to put on a sweatshirt and coat, okay? and a hat and gloves,” mike says. abby let’s our a big sigh. “fine,” she says, knowing it’s part of the seam.

abby gobbles down a waffle and a half before she pops up out of her seat like a jack-in-the-box, running to her room and putting on all her warm clothes. she throws on a beanie and grabs a scarf, having you help her tuck it into her coat.

“hurry up, guys! the snow will melt!” abby exclaims, running to the door.

“hey, hey, hey,” mike stand up. “i’ll get my coat on so at least one of us is outside with you.” he goes into hips room and grabs his winter coat and some boots.

“here, you need this.” you slip a black beanie onto his head. “i’ll be fine.”

“you made abby bundle up, so you need to, too,” you say. “fine. don’t worry about the dishes, i’ll clean them up after this.” mike kisses you on the cheek before going outside.

you at least put the dishes in the sink before getting yourself ready to go outside. you close the door behind you, seeing the bottom hall of the snowman already standing.

“that was fast,” you say. “abby was very enthusiastic. now she’s a little tired i think,” mike says.

“it’s hard to roll snowballs, even for me. they always fall apart when i do it,” you sigh.

“ah, finally something you’re not good at,” mike grins at you. you roll your eyes and punch his shoulder, a smile breaking the straight line on your lips. “i’m pretty good at this.” you say as you bend down and pick up a handful of snow, molding it into a small hall and throwing it right at mike’s face.

“hey, i’m right next to you! that not fair!”

you give him a wink, walking over to abby to help her roll a snowball. you’re almost done when you feel snow it the back of your neck. you gasp and look up, seeing mike’s hands in his pockets.

“what?” he asks, a telling smile on his face. “abby schmidt, would you like to form an alliance with me in a snowball fight against your brother?” you turn to her as you help her put the body of the snowman on.

“yes, duh!” she giggles. “looks like you’re alone, micheal,” you look at him, putting your arm around abby.

he shrugs, making another snowball. “i’m not worried.” he hits you in the face like you did to him.

“looks like we have a war on our hands,” you remark.

you and abby end up using half of the snowman as your shield. mike is careful not to knock down the snow balls, but he has impeccable aim from playing little league, so it’s no sweat for him. abby is your snowball supplier. her little hands mold them quickly, handing them to you one after the other as you aim them at mike’s face and chest.

“you getting cold with all the snow in your clothes, schmidt?” you ask.

“nope. i’m pretty warm, which means you suck at this.” he throws a snow ball at you, hitting your shoulder. the snow fans across your neck, hitting a sliver of skin where your scarf doesn’t cover.

“we need to make a huge snowball,” you whisper to abby. “on it,” she nods excitedly. she’s already lined up 10 snowballs for you to use in the meantime.

“no conspiring secretly!” mike says. “we can do what we want!” you laugh, throwing another snowball, throwing it with too much force to where it lands behind him.

mike ends up using a tree as his shield. even with it’s small branches, you find it more difficult. you look down at abby, seeing a snowball half the size of your snowman.

“good job, babe,” you pat her back. “after this can i have some hot chocolate?” abby asks.

“of course. we can celebrate with it,” you grin. you look back at mike who aims a snowball at your head, knocking your beanie off. “oh, it is on.”

you and abby stand up, carrying the big ball of snow. it’s heavier than you thought it would be, but you’re hopefully that this will work.

“woah.” mike’s jaw drops. “this is really not fair. i don’t have a teammate to do that with!”

“sucks to suck i guess,” you laugh. you and abby count down and throw the snowball at mike, causing him to tumble over. it covers most of his body, his face covered in snow now. “we won!” you exclaim, high-fiving abby.

“alright, nice play guys. next time i’ll get you,” he says, dusting himself off.

“we’ll see about that,” you grin.

you three make the rest of the snowman, using a carrot for his nose and blueberries for his eyes and smile. you grab your scarf and wrap it around his neck, mike grabbing a baseball hat from his closet and putting it on the snowman’s head.

“very nice,” mike remarks. “let’s go inside. i’m so cold,” abby says, running to the door.

“yeah, i’m going to take a shower,” mike says as you all step inside.

“me too,” abby says.

you and mike let abby shower first. mike showers after her and you make all of you hot chocolate and bake some cookies in the shape of christmas cutters.

you take a quick shower after mike, more so to warm you up than anything. you pull on one of mike’s sweaters and some pj pants. when you exit the bedroom, you find abby and mike building a fort over the tv.

“good idea, guys,” you say, grabbing your mug and sipping some hot cocoa.

“can we watch a movie?” abby asks. “of course,” you nod.

abby puts on a christmas movie, laying on her stomach in front of you two. mike is laying against the bottom of the couch with you in his arms.

“mm, i’m so sleepy,” you yawn, snuggling up to his chest. “that snowball fight wear you down?” mike asks.

“unfortunately, yes. i’m surprised you’re not snoring already.”

“i do not snore.”

“oh, yes you do.”

“well, you sing in your sleep.”

“you’re making that up,” you laugh. he shakes his head. “the other night you were singing ‘crazy train’ or something.”

“that is…” you breathe out, “a lie.”

“i’ll record you next time, how about that?”

“okay. prepare to be wrong.”

he chuckles and kisses your forehead, hugging you tighter. “i love you.”

you hum and smile, reaching up and kissing his lips. “i love you more.”

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sooniebby · 1 year

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ఌ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

꧁ 𝙆𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 2.5k

Rating › SFT

Warnings › none

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(Name) was a very outgoing person. Everyone had at least hugged him once—since he was a very touchy person. But he never went overboard.

Most of his classmates always had a good experience with him. It was a shame that his family had to move but (Name) never saw the bad in leaving—he could always make new friends.

Maybe a boyfriend too. He really wanted a boyfriend.

(Name) wasn’t exactly a sports guy. He preferred cooking. His hobbies were more traditionally feminine but he never saw it that way. What he liked is what he liked.

Besides, cooking was a great way to break the ice to new people.

(Name) placed a bag of cookies on each of his classmates desk, stating his name to each person. His classmates either looked surprised or happy. Who could turn down cookies?

When (Name) reached a student with his eyes glued to a PlayStation Portable, (Name) grinned. He wasn’t a gamer but his little sister was. Oh, she’d just love this random guy.

“My sister loves games!”

The guy looked up at him before giving him a curt nod. He looked a bit awkward—he didn’t say anything else before looking back at his console. (Name) took that as him being shy.

“What’s this console called? She doesn’t have it, I might have to get it for her!” (Name) grinned. He knew what it was called.

“Uh, it’s a PlayStation Portable…”

“Cool. I’m Hirai (Name).”

“Kenma Kozume.”

It was silent after that. (Name) hummed, knowing he’d have to try a little harder at getting Kenma to open up. He smiled and placed the bag of cookies on his desk before walking away.

He’d continue trying.

ꕤ

“Kenma!!! What games do you like to play?”

“Kenma!! When did you start playing volleyball?”

“Kenma?! Why haven’t you eaten lunch yet?! Are you trying to die?!”

“Kenma!! I made cookies for you and Kuroo!! Oh, maybe I should make more for the whole team!”

“Kenma—”

Kenma wanted to kill himself. He wasn’t sure how he got (Name) follow him around like a puppy looking for it’s mommy. At first, it was fine. (Name) just wanted to get to know a classmate.

But then it lasted more than two weeks. It’s almost been three months. (Name) was still talking to him. Even his usual self that put off other people was just making (Name) get closer.

(Name)’s voice was now stuck in is head. He was sure just hearing his name could give him a heart attack. It didn’t help that his teammates, especially Kuroo, kept laughing whenever (Name) came to visit him during practice.

“He probably likes you,” Kuroo said.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, why’s that so surprising. No one would do what he does for just a friend.” Lev said, earning a glare from Kenma. When was he invited into the conversation?

Kenma shrugged it off but he did wonder. Did (Name) like him? The first few weeks it seemed like (Name) was stuck on trying to be his friend.

But he did notice how (Name) looked more embarrassed each time he gave him snacks. Like he was scared Kenma would say his cooking was bad or something. Not that he ever would, (Name) was pretty good at cooking.

He might as well just ask.

“Kenma!!!”

“Your boyfriend is here.”

Kenma glared at Kuroo before walking out of the gym to see (Name) holding a box. He waved at him and took the box from (Name), lifting up the covering to see what was inside.

“I know cookies can get pretty boring so I baked an apple pie! Kuroo…” (Name) blushed. “Kuroo said it’s your favorite.”

Oh. Kenma stared at (Name) in shock. He didn’t know what to do. (Name) was really annoying to him in some way but he didn’t hate him. He seemed like a good guy, just didn’t know when to leave certain people alone.

But he didn’t like him. Not like that.

Kenma hummed. “Thank you. I’ll share it with Kuroo.”

(Name)’s smile dropped before he forced a small grin. “Hope you enjoy it.”

With that, he left. Kenma didn’t know why he felt bad. He didn’t like (Name). Did he? Kenma shook his head before turning to go back inside only to see Kuroo looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“The hell was that?”

“Nothing.”

“You should just tell him if you don’t like him. So he can find someone else who does.” Kuroo said, grabbing the box from Kenma and walking back into the gym.

Kenma hated how his heart stung at that. He didn’t want (Name) to focus on anyone else. A sigh left his lips, he hated how confusing his feelings was. At the very least, he didn’t want (Name) to give some other guy the gifts he was giving him.

Was that a romantic feeling?

ꕤ

“Kenma!!”

(Name) had some rough patches with figuring out if he wanted to just be Kenna’s friend or not. He thought, maybe if they went out together without Kuroo, he could figure things out. He found Kenma walking down the hallway during lunch, his head down as he paid attention his console.

A grin appeared on (Name) lips as he skipped over to him, reaching over to give him a high five. But he miscalculated how close he had gotten to Kenma that he knocked the console out of Kenna’s hand.

(Name) tried to grab it before it fell to the ground but that seemed to only make it worse as it instead fell on it’s face than the back. A sickening crack was heard as it slammed onto the ground. It was broken.

No way in hell it could’ve survived that.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident! I would’ve never done that on purpose!” (Name) kneeled down to get a clean look of the damage. He looked up to see what Kenma would say since he hasn’t said anything.

But the look Kenma gave him frightened him. He looked so angry.

“This is all you do, huh?”

“What do you mean…?”

“Ever since you got here, I haven’t been myself. Because I can’t be by myself. You’re always there like a annoying little baby.”

“Kenma….”

“That! It’s always ‘Kenma, Kenma, Kenma’! Hirai, I was trying to be nice and not say anything but if you hadn’t transferred here, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Kenma!”

(Name) just stared up at Kenma with shock. He heard Kuroo say something to Kenma but he wasn’t hearing it. His heart hurt. Was he that annoying? All he could think about was his last friendships.

Did they also hate him but was too scared to say anything?

(Name) whimpered, tears streaming down his face. He could feel the other students staring. It’s but if a big deal with one of the quietest guys in schools gets angry. And he did that.

He brought out something cruel in Kenma.

Maybe he should’ve left him alone.

“Hirai…” he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Kuroo’s. (Name) glanced up to see Kenma but he was gone. He felt his lips quiver as he turned to look at Kuroo. Kuroo looked a bit embarrassed to say the least.

But mainly as if he didn’t expect that from Kenma. No one was. But (Name) brought that out. He needed to fix his console and then leave him alone. It was the least he could do if he had caused so much inner turmoil for Kenma.

(Name) wiped away his tears and grabbed the console, wincing when his finger traced across the screen. It was shattered. Could he really fix this?

Kuroo tried to grab the console from him but (Name) pulled away, holding it to his chest.

“No. I’ll fix it. It’s my fault.”

“Hirai, it’s not your fault.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kuroo.” With that, (Name) stood up and walked away, hoping no one else could see his tears.

ꕤ

“The hell was that? That wasn’t you, Kenma.”

Kuroo didn’t know what the hell was happening between Kenma and (Name). He was hardly a friend to (Name) but he liked the kid. But to see Kenma just yelling at (Name)—it was hardly yelling but it was a higher volume that Kenma had ever spoken—it made him concerned.

“Was he bothering you that much? I could’ve talked to him.”

Kenma just stared at his wall in his bedroom, sitting down on his bed. He himself wasn’t sure why he got so angry. It had a little bit to due with his losing an online gaming tournament but he wasn’t that angry about it. He couldn’t just put the blame on that.

He didn’t want it to be true but he knew it had to do with what Kuroo had said. Something about (Name) liking someone else. Yesterday, he was going to the cooking club, wanting to give (Name) a gift.

Maybe even ask to hang out but then he saw (Name) with a guy. And that guy was so close to him. He touched (Name) so freely without any care. Pulled him close by touching his waist. (Name)’s waist was so small in his hands.

Yeah, he got angry.

He was too late.

But he stupidly took it out on him. Was feelings supposed to be this complicated? He would’ve been more calm had (Name) not broken his console. It just all slipped out.

“My console…”

“Your console? Seriously?”

Kenma looked over at Kuroo. He had forgot he was even there. “No. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Are you going to at least apologize?”

Kenma simply hummed. He didn’t think he had the right to even speak to (Name). It would be best if they didn’t speak to each other again. He was obviously not ready for anything serious if he acted so childish.

But it hurt. He really wanted to try and have something with (Name). And he ruined that chance.

ꕤ

It had been almost a month, winter break was tomorrow. Kenma avoided (Name) like the plague. Whenever (Name) even tried to talk about what happened, maybe try to put everything behind them, Kenma ran away.

He tried to talk to Kuroo but Kuroo simply said it wasn’t his problem. His volleyball teammates said the same. Lev was a bit more sympathetic and tried to give (Name) some ideas but ultimately said if Kenma didn’t want to talk, he couldn’t force it.

(Name) hated it. If they couldn’t be romantically together, he at least wanted to fix their friendship. It was a bit odd to his other classmates—who thought (Name) would’ve hated Kenma.

But he didn’t. He still wanted Kenma.

He wanted an apology first, don’t get him wrong but he knew Kenma didn’t mean everything he said. Kenma wasn’t that type of person. (Name) was just worried something had to have happened to Kenma that week for him to act so uncharacteristically.

Was it family trouble? Gaming? Did he not have the funds to fix the console when they both heard how it cracked.

It was damaged badly from the fall. (Name) had to visit multiple game stores to find one that had enough confidence to fix it. It was in his bag since last week. He tried multiple times to return it but only got ignored.

“Hirai, what are you doing for winter break?” A classmate, (Name)’s cooking club member, asked him as they began to pack up for the end of the day.

“Nothing really. My aunt is coming over to visit.”

His classmate smirked, “you should come over to my house.” He reached over and tugged at (Name)’s scarf. (Name) simply laughed. His classmate was a touchy person like him but he had a girlfriend.

But to Kenma, he didn’t know that. Which was why he pulled (Name) away from the guy and stormed away, tugging (Name) with him. (Name) followed him but tried to ask what was wrong.

“Kenma! What’s wrong? What happened?!”

“Kenma!! You can’t—!”

(Name) huffed when he suddenly slammed into Kenma’s back. He waited for Kenma to say something. Especially for so rudely taking him away from a conversation.

“Are you dating him?”

“Eh?” But he got no response from Kenma.

(Name) frowned. “Nikimura has a girlfriend… why do you—?” A blush appeared on his face. No way. No way, no way! Was he jealous? He waited for Kenma to say anything but only received a soft sorry before he quickly walked away.

“Kenma!! You can’t just run away!” (Name) yelled at him but that didn’t stop him. He pouted to himself. Just when he thought Kenma was maybe about to apologize and confess his love to him, he cowardly ran away.

“Hirai.”

“Oh, Kuroo!” (Name) watched as Kuroo walked over to him, wondering he saw the whole thing. He hoped not.

“I can take you to his house.”

“Really?!”

“Yea. Your couples quarrel is getting annoying at this point.” Kuroo grinned. “Also, Kenma won’t say what he’s feeling since he thinks you hate him.”

“Let’s go, quickly!” (Name) grabbed Kuroo’s hand and pulled him along.

He was excited. Very excited, he couldn’t hold in his smiles as Kuroo led him to Kenma’s house. He hoped Kenma would take the console back. And maybe, he could get that date he wanted.

Once they reached the house, Kuroo motioned for him to hide to the side. It took only two knocks before Kenma opened the door, a frown on his lips. He looked as if he was crying but (Name) couldn’t really tell. Kenma’s eyes always looked a bit sad.

“Christmas present.” Kuroo smirked.

“What? It’s not even…” Kenma’s voice trailed off as he caught a glimpse of (Name). He looked panicked for a moment, wanting to run back to his room but stopped when he saw the console in (Name)’s hand.

“Here,” (Name) walked over and placed the console in his hand. “I paid to have it fixed.”

“Thank you….” Kenma frowned. “Hirai, I’m sorry. I took my anger out in you. That was wrong of me.”

“It was wrong. But I forgive you. But why did you react that way?”

Kenma blushed. “Oh…. I was, uhm, jealous.. I saw you with another guy. I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” He pulled the console up to cover his face.

(Name) giggled, reaching to push it down. “You should’ve just asked me. I only like you.”

It was silent as Kenma just stared at him. As if he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. He thought to himself that he didn’t deserve it. That he should’ve had to apologise more. Maybe pay (Name) some cash for fixing his console.

Kuroo coughed. “I don’t have all day.”

“Why are you still here?” Kenma cursed.

“I wanna see how this plays out.”

Kenma wanted to tell him that this wasn’t some kdrama but decided against it. Kuroo was the one to bring (Name) here. He’d allow it just this once.

“I think I like you too…”

“You think?”

“Kuroo!” (Name) grunted.

“Sorry.”

“Then, wanna go on a date tomorrow? I’m free,” (Name) smiled.

“Yeah… yeah, we can.”

(Name) and Kenma smiled at each other. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders. They’d have some things to discuss for a future relationship but for right now, it felt as if things would be alright for the future.

“Are you guys going to kiss now?”

“Kuroo!!!”

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Showing off my angst chops. I rarely get any requests dealing with sft so I had to do my best

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#bottom male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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like i saw your obey me fanfic with mc's true form, is it possible to see the other brothers reaction to mc's true form?

Lucifer

“You look…truly stunning (Y/n).”

He’s taking in your beauty and trying to calm himself

He can’t go being bad as he is the example for how his brothers should act

That and he is just taking in the fact that he can see you for your true form

Even with the sheep add-ons

He knew who you were because he chose you to come here

He tries to make it sound random but he did see your face

And to finally see you looking back at him with your (e/c) and human face he finds it harder to control himself

But he will

…as long as you don’t do anything that shatters his perception of you being a cute little sheep

Like touching him gently with your little hands

Or smiling a toothy smile when you compliment him

HE CAN’T STAND THIS!!!

You get away with so much because he flusters so easily around you

“I-I have to ask you (Y/n)-san if you could please refrain from–I’m-I’m not sick-just whatever! Do what you were doing before.”

Satan

“I’d like to formally get to know the new you–excuse me–real you, (Y/n)”

He’s quick to know its you and is quite fervently making notes on all the parallels

With how much he reads, he’s read something about sheep with horns not always being male

He’s still going to examine you like your a cryptid come to life

Everything you do becomes a spectacle to him

“You seem to eat the same foods as before but you’re actually a messy eater.”

“Hey!”

At the end of the day it doesn’t make it any easier for him to steal your attention when his brothers on the prowl

But now that you can run more efficiently and actually turn pages he may see you in the library more

He’s delighted at this new development and will often use this change to satisfy his own desires

“Remember how I used to hold you while I read? It's really the same, just sit in my lap~!”

Asmodeus

“(Y/n) how could you hide such a sexy bod under all that wool?!”

He is so fascinated

Just an hour ago you looked like a cute little sheep that blushed at his advances

Now your a cute human who does so many other things when your flustered

And he is just eating it up

Now when he can actually play dress up with you in his clothes

Before he’d have to stitch up some weird strechy thing

“(Y/n)! Come out! I have another thing I want you to try on! No it isn’t an outfit I’ve had sex in…yet!”

He’s eager to explore you’re new body and all the cute faces and noise you’ll make

Check your room before you sleep he’s more prone than ever to spy on you to catch you doing something intimate

“I didn’t see anything! Well maybe I saw a nipple but that's it! What, come on?! We can be even!”

Leviathan

“You’re one of those!? The fated trap that otakus fall for the most!”

Refers to Ruri-chan’s encounter with the prince that revealed themselves to be a charming woman

He avoids you for awhile

He’s honestly afraid of this change

And he kind of feels upset that you didn’t tell him before

How dare you hide that you had the likeness of an anime waifu

How dare you!?

..then again when would it have come up

“I’ll let you in if you promise to do Ruri-chan’s power dance.”

“Okay.”

“And wear the dress.”

“O-okay.”

“And s-sit on my lap while we play!”

“Uhm..Levi thats…”

“ Fine! You probably wouldn’t want to sit on a stupid otaku like me, anyway!”

Once he gets past his little sense of betrayal he finds you a lot easier to read when he’s geeking out

Sooo many cosplay outfits

Even…matching outfits!

“It would have been more convenient if you could change to a cat-girl but this should be fine. Move your hands, you're spoiling the authenticity of the cosplay! Don’t you want to honor The Tale of the Seven Lords!”

Beelzlebub

“Don’t worry this doesn’t make me want to eat you, if you were wondering.”

He knows you’re human he knows that

But it means so much more when your not gnawing at food thats been placed in front

Now he sees you’re still so small

Still so portable

You even still eat such a small amount

Its so…cute

“Here (Y/n), you’ll need more of this if you want to grow bigger.”

All this change would do was spur his necessity to protect you

You obviously can’t defend yourself with such a weak human body

So its up to him and Belphie

“(Y/n) I’ll hold you so you don’t get trampled.” “But people are just walking to class.” “...”

Belphegor

“What is…(Y/n)?!”

If it weren’t for him literally being there he wouldn’t believe it

But since he was it’ll take him awhile to go near you

He really doesn’t like humans but he’ll try

Slowly letting himself sit next to you

Then following you

Eventually he’ll miss holding onto you and will creep into your bed

Only to be pleasantly surprised

“For a stupid human, your really soft.”

He’ll get you alone and apologize for his behavior

After all he did kill you once

“Now that we have that all cleared up, you’re only allowed to sleep with me.”

Like Beel he then goes on the overprotective route

“You’re so fragile, but you’ll be safe in bed…with me.”

#obey me x mc #yandere obey me x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere obey me #yandere harem #yandere lucifer #yandere satan #yandere belphegor #yandere belpihie #yandere asmodeus #yandere beelzebub

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savorypink · 6 months

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portable heater

a game of uno, bad puns and hot chocolate.

smut.

“I want you to know, whatever happens after this,” Alex begins, “I love you. And I’ll always love you. No matter how this ends.”

“Alex, you don’t know how honored I am to have my heart broken by you.”

He examines his deck of cards before pulling one from his hand. “Draw four.”

You look down at his chest, the impromptu table you’ve used throughout the game. You’ve got a weapon in your arsenal, too.

“That’s cute,” you pull your draw four from your deck. “Draw eight.”

“No, no, no.” He sits up, the cards falling onto his hips and the floor underneath him. You bite back a moan from the sudden movement, his tip just tickling your sweet spot. “You can’t do that. Can’t put a draw four on a draw four.”

You attempt to sit straight in his lap, your back threatening to arch. “We’re playing house rules. Whose roof are you under?"

Just to tease, you clench around him, your wetness seemingly never-ending with him buried in you deep. He fits almost too perfectly, every inch hot and snug between your tight walls, the stretch burning deliciously. You could stay like this forever, but Alex can’t.

“Yours,” his voice airy, lust coated in every letter. “Teasing should be against the rules.”

“I’ll ask again: whose roof are you under?” You squeeze once more for good measure, your composure almost faltering as you watch him sink to the floor again, his neck arching, veins prominent as he hisses.

“Yours. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It almost sounds like a plea.

You want to give him what he wants, you do, but you can’t help but be on your highest horse while you’re on his lap. Control looks good on you; keep wearing it. You look down at the scattered cards on the ground, sucking your teeth.

“I should make you clean these up,” your tone commanding, but you quickly flatline, “but I want hot chocolate. Get up.”

He rises slowly, your sweet spot being teased again with his tip. The cards in your hand begin to dent as your grip tightens. His large hands find either side of your legs, preparing to pick you up. You drop the cards and snake your arms around his toned shoulders.

“Ready to get up, cheater?”

“Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

With a ‘hup!” he lifts you two off the floor. You clench again, this time for good reason, afraid of losing the heat you’d built up. Alex nearly stumbles on his feet, his hands sure to leave marks on your thighs with his grip.

“You can’t do that and expect me to walk straight.”

You run your hand over the soft fuzz on his head, and you swear he twitches inside you. “M’sorry. Didn’t know the walls were closing in on you.”

Alex doesn’t laugh, but you still hear the rimshot in your head. He begins his descent into the kitchen, “You talk a big game for someone with a cock inside of ‘em.”

You pull back, your fingers tracing over the muscles of his chest, your fingertips “accidentally” grazing his nipple. “Some may even call me… cocky.”

You don’t know how he does it, but his hand comes up to smack your ass. The sting just turns up the building heat in your core. You suppress a moan in his neck, his skin lightly scented with body wash and aftershave.

He pulls open the cupboard with one hand while the other rests underneath you. He grabs the hot chocolate mix and mugs for both of you. Before he can reach for the kettle, you stop him.

“I want mine with milk, please.”

He lets out a sharp breath through his defined nose, his frustration growing more apparent. You love every second of it.

You shudder when the cold air of the refrigerator hits your bare ass, though it does soothe the sting from the smack Alex gave you moments ago. He closes the fridge with his foot, his leg barely reaching the door.

“You should carry me like this all the time. Do housework. Pay bills. Go for a run even.” Your nails lightly scratch the hair on the back of his neck, and goosebumps begin forming on his arms. You feel a familiar twitch in your core again and kiss his flushed cheek. “Just a little longer, baby, okay?”

Alex chuckles, most likely compensating for his shaky handiwork with the milk, some drops missing the mugs completely. “I’m convinced you’re trying to kill me.”

“A lovely way to go out, ain’t it?” You kiss his unmoving lips, pouting at the lack of reaction. “Kiss me, you fool.”

Shuffling to the other side of the kitchen, he places both mugs in the microwave. “Once I start kissing you, I won’t stop.”

You shut the microwave door with your free hand. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. One minute on high.”

His trembling hands press the buttons, sweaty fingerprints staining the numbers. You find it adorable. Once the microwave hums, he plops down on the dining chair. He comes down a little too hard, his tip going past your sweet bits, all while you shout profanities in your head. Your clit just grazes the fabric of his sweatpants, your walls becoming more hot and slippery by the second. Your nails sink into his shoulders as he groans, low and guttural.

“How much longer?” He leaves wet kisses along your neck, desperation in each peck. His hands come underneath your sweater with no destination, just wanting your skin against his own. You clear your throat, your cold hands finding warmth underneath his tank top. He thrusts into you at the contact, and you scratch at his stomach.

“When the hot chocolate is ready.” The words barely make it out of your mouth.

As if on cue, the microwave beeps. You’re annoyed he has to get up again, but you’re pleasantly surprised when Alex finally pecks your lips.

“I fucking hate you right now.” In this context, it’s the kindest thing he’s ever said to you.

You smile before kissing his cheek, his stubble tickling your lips. “Love you too.”

As he gets up, his footing is shakier than before, moving painfully slow, both afraid of dropping you and shooting his load. You hope for the latter. Your legs squeeze his hips in a vice grip, allowing him to use both hands to grab the mugs out of the microwave. He holds the cups mere inches from your ass; you don’t worry about him burning you, but in your mind, the more heat, the merrier.

Sitting the both of you down once more, Alex makes sure to move much slower this time. Coming down with a sigh, he hands you your hot chocolate, his smile condescending. The frosty feeling in your hands melts immediately, and you take a sip, the sweet and hot liquid fuzzing your chest. You’re finally warm.

“If you spill any of that…I am going to fuck you into oblivion.”

You smile as you take your next sip. You love him too much to do such a thing. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

#mickey is typing…#alex turner fanfic #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #two posts in one week. is it crack?#happy saturday to my bald alex supremacists

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shuttershocky · 8 months

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Hello mr. shutters bearer of all the arknights knowledge, do you have a “Fire Within the Sand for dummies” kinda guide? I went through the whole tutorial only to come out more confused than excited, don’t really know what I should be doing or why

After a full weekend of playing the game mode, I.... still don't know a lot myself (there is a crazy amount of features to this game mode) but I CAN do better than that horrid tutorial.

Understanding Reclamation Algorithm

So Reclamation Algorithm is a Survival game mode for Arknights, where the goal is to survive 12 whole days and defeat the boss at the end. Your run ends if the center of your base gets destroyed by enemies (or if you quit), but any structures you add to your base will carry on to your next run, assuming it survives the attack.

Let's get one thing out of the way: no, you're not beating this game mode in a single run. Not even with an uber stacked roster of operators. Instead, by continuing to unlock your tech tree and building your base little by little, you can eventually get stronger and stronger headstarts to your runs until you'll manage to survive all 12 days.

So let's talk about how to get started:

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Like any other survival game, your first order of business is acquiring Food, Water, and Materials to build your base and other tools with.

When you first start a run, you have your base in the center of the map, and nodes linked to it that have logos for what you might find inside. These nodes are (mostly) stages, containing different resources. A water droplet means the stage has water, a crab logo means it has crab enemies you can hunt for food, a log means it has trees you can cut for wood, etc. Entering one of these stages uses up one of your Act points, and if you use up enough you can't enter any more nodes and have to press "Advance" (seen on the top right of the picture) to go forward 1 Day.

Now whenever you try to enter one of these stages, you're taken to the following screen:

In RA, each operator has a Stamina meter. Bringing them into one level reduces their available stamina by 1 point (so no spamming your best team over and over!). If an operator has run out of Stamina, you can feed them one Stamina point once per day using electrolyte isotonic, but for simplicity's sake let's call it gatorade.

So here's the gatorade screen. Using it is simple. You chuck food items into a blender, and whatever comes out is gatorade. More gatorade = more operators you can feed at once. Since making gatorade is necessary to keep refueling your operators, this means that you'll need a steady supply of food.

Another thing you can do with Food is cook them into special meals instead of Gatorade by combining various food ingredients. These meals have special effects that you can feed to an operator like +1 Block or +30% ATK, I'll leave you to discover these on your own.

Acquiring more food is simple. You see those nodes called "hunting zones"? It means there's food inside them. Bring your operators in and kill the monsters inside to keep you fueled. Collect as much food as you can before time runs out!

You can also build farms in your base to supply you with wheat for food each day, but building a farm (called Portable Planting Trough) requires you to have Materials and Water.

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Acquiring Materials is done the same way as acquiring food. if you see a logo in a node that says it has wood, that means you can enter the stage and have your operators chop it down to collect wood until the time runs out.

When you have materials, you can go to this screen called "Research and Development"

This lets you use the materials to craft stuff for your base or tools for you to use while exploring the nodes.

So for example, if I want to build 1 tile of a defensive barrier for my base, I need 3 wood and 1 water. I can then plop this wall down on my base, and as long as it doesn't get destroyed in battle, it carries over to my next run, slowly building a fortress!

But you need water to build anything, and this is where you'll have to pay a bit more attention.

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Acquiring Water is more difficult than Food or Materials. Unlike the others which can be done by operators, you MUST have a water pump tool crafted (hilariously called the "Crabbie Pumpie") to get water. Bring the Crabbie Pumpie with you into a stage with water, plop it down on a water tile, and watch it extract water every few seconds. Here's what you'll need.

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So as you can see, you need Food to fuel your operators, Materials (like Wood) to build your defenses and tools (such as a Crabbie Pumpie to acquire Water), and Water to be combined with Materials to build your base defenses.

You need to build these base defenses, because every few days, raiding parties will attempt to attack you and end your run by destroying your Energy Facility. Building defenses around your base helps you survive these attacks!

Understand everything so far? If so, congrats! The rest of Reclamation Algorithm can be discovered for yourself as long as you understand how to acquire Food, Water, and Materials, as well as how to keep your operators refueled. This game mode has a shockingly large amount of complexity to it that would bloat this guide if I tried to write everything, but as long as you remember what Food, Water, and Materials do and how to get them, you can stumble blind through everything else and learn it by playing the game!

Here's some basic tips to get you started:

Operators with low redeployment times are king. Not only can they dart around a map to take out enemies and hunt down food, but when acquiring materials, an operator must be retreated to empty their backpack into your base. This means that you'll be retreating and deploying operators while gathering materials, and fast redeploy operators like Executor Specialists and Agent Vanguards help immensely

Summons provide vision on stages just like operators do, which means that Summoners or Trappers like Magallan and Dorothy can light up a map all on their own. Useful for scouting out enemies or finding resources hidden in a stage!

"Gathering Hubs" are tools to help you get resources. Deploy one facing a batch of trees or rocks or ores, and the hub deploys machines to help your operators carry materials back to base.

"Portable Planting Troughs" are farms you can put in your base that give you 1 Wheat a day. They really help keep you stocked up on food and I recommend you build them as soon as possible so you have a steady supply of food to make gatorade with!

Don't feel bad if you're not surviving for very long at first. Enemy waves in RA are brutal, and your base needs to be a damn fortress to survive all 12 days. You can just quit a run if you think if a raid is looking like it will crush you, you can keep your base unharmed that way!

Invest in +Starting Wood at the upgrade tree first, not having to farm wood as your first action of every run can give you a lot more flexibility!

#Arknights

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sserpente · 1 year

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A/N: Okay, so I had a dream about this and wanted to write it down. Then it sort of escalated to 5k words. Well then. Have fun reading!

Words: 5133 Warnings: smut, forced relationship, kind of (?), Neil + mentions of abuse

“Billy moved out, did you hear? Got himself a nice place in the apartment block down the road from Starcourt Mall,” Sally, one of your best friends, mentioned surrounded by the loud noises of the arcade machines around you two.

“You’re making it sound like I should give a shit?” You rolled your eyes, downing your drink. You’d had a shitty day at work, you were allowed to pout, especially because Billy Hargrove was a self-absorbed and arrogant womaniser collecting girls like Lego sets. Perhaps you would still be charmed by him to this day if he hadn’t managed to lure you into his bed all those nights ago. Since then… no phone calls, no hellos upon passing one another in Hawkins, no nothing.

“Oh, come on.”

“Please… admire him from afar if you must but stay away from him. You know he’s trouble.”

Your friend threw another plush basketball at the blinking arcade machine in front of her. She wasn’t even close to breaking the high score.

“Hello? Promise me you’ll stay away from him!” you insisted.

“Ugh, fine, I promise! Your turn.” The machine gave a disappointing sound, signalising the end of the round. Your friend handed you the last plush basketball.

You sighed, pressing the blinking button that was also shaped and painted like a basketball to start a new one.

“Don’t win without me, I need the bathroom.” And with that, she strolled off, leaving you to yourself. You sighed once more, attempting to break the high score in the meantime. The main prize was a portable record player with headphones that you really wanted.

But unfortunately, it seemed like the odds were not in your favour today. Most of your throws weren’t even remotely successful and the counter right above the basketball net remained low. Perhaps it was your anger towards Billy Hargrove that made your movements way too uncontrolled.

“Need some help?” Speak of the devil. Your eyes widened when Billy stepped into your field of view and gently pushed you out of the way. Your lips parted but by then, within a matter of moments, he was already throwing the plush basketballs into the net as if he’d never done anything else. A few more balls and then… artificial bells sounded from the arcade machine and spat out the paper voucher for your portable record player. That fucker had beaten the high score.

“I was doing perfectly fine, you know.”

Billy took the ticket and handed it to you, grinning cheekily in the process. The smell of his minty chewing gum filled your nostrils—he was way too close for your comfort right now, so you took a step back, glaring at him.

“What’s wrong, doll? Am I making you uncomfortable? Or perhaps a little too comfortable?”

“Oh, please,” you spat. “Get away from me before I get sick.”

“Careful, you’re almost making it sound like you didn’t enjoy our little get-together then.”

“Well, it wasn’t that special if that’s what you’re wondering,” you lied. “You’re so fucking full of yourself, Hargrove. Grow a spine.”

“That’s not what you told me when we were in bed.” Billy’s grin grew even wider as he chewed on his gum as if to emphasise his sneaky words.

“How much of a cliché could you possibly be? Fuck off already!”

“I propose a bet.”

You raised your eyebrows, teeth grinding. “Do you now?”

“Yeah. I happened to overhear your little conversation with your friend. Sally, is it, right? I wonder… I wonder if I could get her to go out with me.”

“Yeah, right. She trusts me, Hargrove. I told her in great detail what a big arsehole you are.”

“Listen to me. If you win, I’ll leave you both alone, alright?” He lifted his hands as if you were pointing a gun at him. “But if I win… you play my girlfriend this weekend.”

His girlfriend!? You must have been hard of hearing. “I’ll do what?”

“My dad is stressing me out about being unable to hold a girl once I’ve fucked her.”

“You aren’t,” you interrupted. Billy gnashed his teeth for a moment.

“So I want to prove to him that’s not the case and bring home a proper girlfriend for Valentine’s Day this weekend. You were the first person I could think of that…”

“That what?” you interrupted him yet again, bracing yourself for an insult.

“That I would actually consider under different circumstances,” he ended, almost a little reluctantly.

Oh. Well, you had certainly not expected that.

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, Billy. Besides, Sally will never agree to go out with you after how you treated me when we… met.” You had meant to say dated. But then again, that wasn’t quite right. He’d lured you into his bed after a nice dinner and that’d been the end of it.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Billy pointed at someone behind you with his chin. You spun around, trying to warn Sally but Billy was already strutting over as if he owned the place. He practically cornered her near one of the pillars, leaning against it with his right arm and towering above her like… oh, fuck, you despised the fact you were still attracted to him!

Any moment now, she would shake her head and push him out of the way. Content with that forecast, you watched her bat her eyelashes at him. Wait, what!?

She was not! Traitor! Your jaw dropped as you watched Sally tuck a strand of her hair behind her ears and mouth a wholehearted yes. You were seething by the time she returned to you with Billy right next to her.

“Looks like you’ll meet me for dinner at mine this weekend. Wear something pretty,” he mused as he walked past you, winking in the process. Fuming, you almost crumbled the paper voucher in your hands, even more so when Sally made it back over too and you started screaming bloody murder at her.

“You are so stupid, Hargrove.”

“You’ve had better insults, doll. I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day. I’ll pick you up at five.”

Friday came around a lot sooner than you would have liked. You hadn’t spoken to Sally since the Billy incident, only picked up your portable record player and left with a quick goodbye after your rant—and without letting her explain herself.

Granted, she hadn’t known about the bet but hadn’t you warned her about Billy only moments before he’d shown up?

You sighed when you heard the doorbell ring not a minute after five. Surprised that he was on time, you strutted downstairs. You would have been damned if you had decided to wear a dress for him. Instead, you had chosen a leather skirt with black tights and a red top matching the day.

When you opened the door for him, your lips parted. In his right hand, he was holding a massive rose bouquet.

“Wow. Cheesy, Hargrove.”

“I agree. But girls appear to like this shit, so…”

“Yeah, we do. If the guy actually means it.” Billy bit back a grin and handed you the roses before nodding toward his car.

“Let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes when you grabbed your bag and your jacket and followed after him, making sure to take some extra time to lock your door. He let you store the roses in the backseat for now but when you moved to get in his car, he suddenly stopped you.

“What? No kiss?”

“Excuse me? We’re not even near your dad’s house yet.”

“You see those kids over there?” You followed his glance while Billy’s travelled back to you. “They hang out with Max. I need them all to think it’s real, alright? That starts now.”

“You’re stupid, you know that?”

“Come on, doll. They’re looking over already.” Billy had you trapped against his car, making you swallow thickly. The scent of his aftershave was almost overwhelming and with his strong body pressing against yours, and you were reminded once again of what had driven you to get naked for him in the first place.

Grunting quietly, you looked at him, grabbing him by his leather jacket to pull him close. He took the reluctant invitation immediately, kissing you so ferociously that he left you breathless within a heartbeat. Billy’s tongue slipped into your mouth, battling yours for dominance, his impatient hands travelling all over your sides until they came to rest against your butt cheeks.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the sensation of his lips against yours sucking you into the memory of how eager and willing you had been the first time he had taken you out for dinner. He’d been charming, cocky, had known exactly what to say to make your knees buckle… you would be lying if you claimed you didn’t enjoy making out with him now, the way you dug your nails into his shoulders was solid proof of that.

Fuck, stop it. It’s pretense. Pulling yourself together, you eventually mustered the necessary composure to push him away. Max’s friends, whoever they were, turned away quickly as if to pretend they hadn’t just gawked at you two.

Billy smirked cheekily. “You stole my gum.”

You had indeed. You blew a bubble with it casually, shrugging your shoulders in the process. “So get a new one. Are we leaving or what?”

“As you wish, doll. The chariot’s waiting.”

You rolled your eyes once more. You sincerely doubted Billy Hargrove would ever love anything or anyone more than this damned car.

“So?” you asked once you were both sat and Billy had started the engine, now driving you towards his house.

He gave you a quick glance. “So what?”

“What do I tell your dad? How long have we been dating? How did we make things official? What drugs did you give me so I’d start calling a jerk like you my boyfriend?”

Billy took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The quiet metal music coming from his radio was oddly calming and the entire car was reeking of cigarette smoke… you didn’t hate it. And that bothered you.

“Say you couldn’t get me out of your head after our first date. Leave the rest to me and just nod and smile.”

“Ever the sexist arse,” you remarked with a sweet smile.

“How’s that sexist? I’ve planned the lie through, alright? Just play along, doll, can you do that for me?”

“You’re practically forcing me to do this, it’s still sexist.”

“You lost a bet. I’m a fair winner.” He grinned, making you gnash your teeth and cross your arms before your chest. He wasn’t even wrong. You didn’t know what Billy had told his dad about you—you only knew that the man was allegedly abusive.

It was a thought that made you slightly nauseous and uncomfortable, even more so when Billy finally pulled up in the driveway and stopped the engine.

“Right, we’re here.” He turned his head to you and for the first time, it almost seemed like there was fear glistening in his blue eyes. “You won’t screw this up for me, right? Please.” Your lips parted when he spoke your name so softly it made your heart jump.

His eyebrows rose when you sighed, remembering what your friend had told you about Billy’s reason for moving. What if it was true? What if there was an actual reason for this ridiculous little white lie he’d spun with you? “No. No, I won’t screw it up. I’m not an arse. Billy… before we go in there, I need to ask you something though.”

“What?”

“Is it… is it true your dad hit you? Is that why you left? Is that… why you’re trying to impress him so much and make him believe I’m your girlfriend?”

When he snorted, you were certain he couldn’t possibly have reacted in any other way. But then, when his eyes met yours again… there wasn’t just fear swimming in them. It was terror—and all of a sudden, you actually felt bad for him.

No one deserved that. It probably wasn’t short of a miracle Billy was such an arsehole, he didn’t know it any better and all those girls he lured into his bed… that boy was so desperate for love it baffled you that you had never seen it before.

You’d act out of human decency. At least, that’s what you’d tell yourself throughout this evening, you decided when you finally got out of the car and let Billy take you inside. You were greeted by Max’s mum as soon as you stepped over the threshold. She embraced you warmly, then held you an arm-length away from her to look you in the eye.

“Billy has told me so much about you already. I’m so glad he found someone for himself. You’re as beautiful as he was raving too,” she added with a wink. It was then you spotted Max behind her, rolling her eyes and giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah, what she said,” Billy’s father tossed in. You took a deep breath when he entered the hallway and offered you his hand. He almost squished your fingers when you took it.

“You actually do exist. He’s a little fuckboy, I was worried he’d made you up.”

“Oh… well, no, last time I checked I was real.”

Billy chuckled, pulling you close. Oddly enough, comfort flowed through you like a gushing wave of salt water when he did, calming your nerves that were all of a sudden competing at an imaginary race. You didn’t actually know if you were a good actress—and Max was already looking at you suspiciously but, with one single threatening look from Billy, she gave him a languid expression, rolled her eyes one more time, and made her way to the kitchen, presumably to help her mother finish dinner.

“Did you like the roses? I helped Billy pick them out for you,” Susan called out from over there when you took off your jacket and let Billy take it from you.

“Oh yes, they’re lovely, thank you.”

“So…” You shuddered when Neil spoke your name. It felt different. Whenever Billy said it, it felt like he was seducing you. “… how on Earth did my son pull you then? Don’t get me wrong, you seem proper enough, I just didn’t think he’d ever introduce an actual girlfriend to us. He fucks everything with boobs.”

Your eyes widened and you almost choked on the glass of water Max had handed you in the meantime.

“I… fell in love with him. I didn’t care about the girls before me because he didn’t either. I guess it just… happened.”

“Really…” Neil didn’t seem convinced—not because he thought you were lying, you were sure, but because he genuinely couldn’t believe a woman would fall for his son and give him a chance. Technically, you didn’t. And that made you feel even worse for him.

It was Susan who ended up resolving the tense situation by sticking her head through the open kitchen door. “Well… let’s eat, shall we? I made a rabbit stew for the occasion.”

You nodded gratefully, moving towards the set dining table that Neil pointed to.

“You’re quite a good actress, doll,” Billy whispered into your ear as he brushed past you, his hand sneaking around your waist. You shivered when you felt his warm breath against your earlobe. Damn him.

Sitting at the dinner table with Billy’s dad, Susan and Max was no less awkward than pretending to be Billy’s girlfriend. The conversations were forced and tense, almost as if every single one of them would have liked to be somewhere else.

Max excused herself as soon as she finished her plate, grabbed her skateboard and mumbled something about meeting up with Lucas, Mike, Dustin and Will to which Billy shot you an I-told-you-so-glare. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but when he grabbed your hand under the table and squeezed it tightly almost as if to calm you down, you instantly relaxed. Your entwined fingers… felt good. It felt right. You could almost get used to that.

Shit, snap out of it!

“Are you two staying the night, Billy?” Susan asked politely as she stood to collect the dirty plates. Neil, in the meantime, did not make a single move, instead sipped on his beer. You suppressed a snort. If it was Billy and you, you’d make him help you or so help him.

“I don’t think so, Susan but thank you. I have an early shift tomorrow and my place is closer to the pool than yours.”

You were pretty certain that was a lie but even if it wasn’t, you appreciated Billy not trapping you here overnight too. You had to get away from him again as soon as you possibly could if you wanted to avoid catching actual feelings for him because with every passing minute… that got harder and harder.

Susan was surprisingly open-minded toward both him and you and Billy… talked. More than you had ever heard him talk. Turned out he was quite intelligent and took interest in the world of finance and various sports. He was quite good with geography, you figured, and he had only recently finished reading “The Name of the Rose” by Umberto Eco. If he had told you any of that… if he had told any girl any of that… he would have had no need to charm the pants off of everybody the way he did. Why did he always act like such an arsehole? Perhaps… perhaps because whatever he said, nothing was ever good enough for Neil. Perhaps… Billy had stopped bothering because he assumed he wouldn’t be able to impress girls with that either. Well… he’d certainly impressed you tonight without even knowing.

You caught yourself staring at him the moment your eyes met. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it and cleared your throat.

“Would you like some dessert?” Susan’s voice tore through the sudden silence.

“I’m full, Susan, thank you,” Bill responded, not taking his gaze off of you. You swallowed.

“Me too. I won’t have to eat for three more days after this. It was delicious.”

Susan smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Let me take you home,” Billy continued then, getting up from his chair. You nodded, holding back a whine when he inevitably let go of your hand to retrieve your jacket for you. As soon as you joined him, he pressed his lips on yours as if to prove a point. Wait, no… he was proving a point. So why did you melt into that kiss? His hands on your cheeks felt good, even more so when his thumbs stroked over your cheekbones.

By the time he released you, both Neil and Susan were standing as well, ready to say goodbye.

“It was… nice to meet you, Neil. And you, Susan.”

“The pleasure was all mine, my dear. Come visit again soon, will you?” Max’s mum pulled you into a hug, Neil gave you another painful handshake.

“Take care of him. The boy really does need a woman in his life who’ll take care of his shit.” Sexist idiot.

You smiled sweetly at him to not provoke a fight, more than happy when Billy finally led you back outside and to his car. He lit himself a cigarette all the while you let out a relieved sigh as soon as the door closed behind you and inhaled the crisp cold air. It was dark out already.

“Thank you,” Billy broke the silence after a few heartbeats. “You saved my ass today.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’ll take you home.”

And then what? We never speak of this again?

“Don’t you think they’ll find out eventually? That we’re not actually a couple?”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. I don’t live here anymore. My dad can go suck a dick, I won’t tell him shit about my relationships after tonight.”

“And what if Susan asks about me again?”

“What’s with the questions?” He barked with a start.

“Well, excuse me, Billy, you dragged me into this net of lies. What do I tell everybody else? The town is quite small in case you haven’t noticed.” And strangely, I wouldn’t be opposed to keeping up the act for a while longer, you added silently.

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll figure something out. I’m taking you home, get in the car.” He dropped the butt of his cigarette to the ground and blew the smoke into the cold air before stomping it out with his shoe.

You did as you were told only barely managing not to mutter a quiet “arsehole”. You absolutely hated the effect he had on you and when for a split second, he wasn’t being insufferable… he was actually likeable. You’d seen it. Tonight, you had seen it and you wanted more of it. It gave your heart… and your pussy, god damn it, a reason to desire him and that fucking pissed you off, and hence…

Hence the car ride back to your place was quiet. Only that made you even angrier. With every passing second, the sexual tension between you grew more and more.

“So when are you taking Sally out, then?” you asked spitefully.

Billy smirked and shook his head. “I’m not taking her out. Well, I probably will now that I’ve told her I would but I won’t fuck her. She’s not my type.”

Your jaw dropped, head whipping in his direction. “So what, you just played her in order to get me to agree to this?”

“Would you rather I fucked her?” That shut you up. No. Of course not. First of all, you didn’t want Sally to experience the very same heartbreak you had gone through because of him. Second of all… the thought of it oddly made you jealous.

You gnashed your teeth, refusing to say another word to him until he stopped the car right in front of your house and you practically stormed out of his car.

“Hey!”

You spun around, prepared for another snarky comment. Billy had climbed out of the car, holding the bouquet he had gotten you.

“You forgot your roses.”

“Right. Thanks.” You rolled your eyes, treading back to retrieve them from him and staring him down in the process but Billy was unwilling to lose the stare-down contest. It was the moment his fingers brushed against yours that you lost it—that you both lost it.

The roses landed on the asphalt when he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you so ferociously he knocked all air from your body before he flipped you around and pressed you against the side of his car, his tongue invading your mouth to taste you all the while you dug your nails into his jacket.

Hastily, Billy opened the door to the backseat of his car without parting with your lips even once. He pushed you back inside impatiently, hovering above you with your feet dangling out.

“Climb in,” he breathed out in between a few more sloppy kisses. His saliva was all over your chin at this point and yet, you never wanted him to stop making out with you ever again. You’d missed this. You’d missed him. And you hadn’t realised just how much you missed having sex with him after that one night your subconscious had been holding on to so tightly it now made you dizzy.

You did as you were told so Billy could close the door, next thing you knew he was already tugging at your clothes to get you naked. You had to admit it wasn’t so easy to undress in a car and you were more than just grateful to your past you for wearing a skirt today. Billy ripped your knickers straight off of you, tossing them away.

“Ass! You’re… buying me… a new pair…” You managed to choke out in between his sloppy kisses. Fuck, that man really did know how to snog. As an apology, he dipped his right hand between your legs, cupping your pussy in a possessive manner before gently parting your lips and teasing your clit with this middle finger.

You arched your back, unable to hold back a moan and you were glad the engine was still running to drown out the noise you were making to any passers-by. Billy worked you up quickly, his other hand busying himself with your jacket, your top and your bra. You groaned once he had gotten them all off of you with your help.

Fuck, why were you naked already and he wasn’t?

“Saves time,” he responded. Wait, had you said that out loud? Was his delicious treatment already clouding your senses? Bucking your hips up to meet his delicious touches, you soon felt a familiar heat pooling between your legs. Billy had you wet within minutes and when he pushed two fingers inside of you and curled them to stimulate your g-spot, you were putty in his hands.

The slick noises of him fucking you with his digits filled the car along with your panting, his thumb never ceasing to play with your clit. More kisses, more tongue, more teeth.

He soon left a wet trail from your jaw down to your neck, tasting his way all over your upper body. You whimpered when he found that one sensitive spot right below your eyes and began to suck on it with relish until your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were sure he’d leave a hickey. Now that was going to be fun explaining this to Sally tomorrow—but right now, you couldn’t care less.

Eventually, Billy withdrew visibly reluctant, leaning over to the passenger seat to open the glove compartment to snatch a condom. You sat up, giving him more space. He was quick to fumble with his belt and the buttons and zipper of his jeans and you watched with your mouth practically watering how with but a few skilled and quick movements of his hands, he rolled the condom over his erect member. The light in the car was gloomy, you couldn’t make out all of his features but it was enough to give his hard cock a moment of appreciation. You licked your lips, imagining what it would feel like to suck him like a popsicle. But maybe not in the car.

Billy sat back then, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pull you towards him. You climbed on his lap, careful not to bang your head on the roof of the car and held on to his shoulders all the while he guided his length into your dripping cunt.

Slowly, you sat down on him, impaling yourself on his cock until he was fully sheathed inside of you, pressing against your cervix. The slight pain was bittersweet, even more so when he cupped your arse under your skirt and began to move you for him. You fell into a fast and greedy rhythm soon enough, riding him eagerly on the hunt for your release.

Your foreheads were touching, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. Soon, you were fucking vigorously, a moaning and lustful mess turning the windows around you foggy. The smell of sex filled the entire car, the slick noises of your pussy and skin slapping against skin heightening your arousal even further.

You were done for when he sneaked his hands between your legs again, right to where your bodies met to give that sensitive bundle of nerves some more attention. You stopped lifting your hips up and down for a second, grinding on him to intensify the sensation and then, just like that, you fell.

Just like the first time you’d slept together, Billy was one of the very few men who’d ever accomplished to make you cum—the fact that he was insanely attractive obviously helped but it was his skilled fingers that knew exactly what to do with you, playing you like an instrument.

Your orgasm rippled through you uncontrollably, your cunt squeezing his cock, demanding his seed. You were almost annoyed by the thin layer of latex separating the two of you when he too came, thrusting up into you a few more times before grabbing a hold of your arse again and pressing you down on him all the while your pulsing walls were still milking his jerking dick for all he was worth.

Your legs were shaking by the time you both came down from your high. Letting your head fall on his shoulder, your heavy breathing was the only sound echoing through the car for a few moments.

“I’ll pick you up after my shift tomorrow,” he suddenly said.

“For… what?” you panted.

“I’m taking you out. Without pretending this time.” You whined when he lifted you off of him to remove the condom from his softening cock. To busy yourself, you gathered your clothes in the meantime.

“And…” Hesitant, you put your bra back on, struggling with the clasp a little. Your hands were still trembling from your orgasm. “What’s the endgame?”

Billy stared at you, almost as if he was outraged you’d dare ask him to speak it out loud. With your heart in your mouth, part of you was way too excited about the fact that maybe… maybe whatever there was between you could be more.

“I don’t know, okay? Fuck, I like… I do like the idea of you being my girlfriend. There. Happy?”

You grinned, biting your lower lip after adjusting your skirt and pulling your shirt back over your head, not bothering to put your jacket back on for the few metres to your door.

“Yeah. Very much so, actually.”

Billy shook his head. “Great.”

“I should… head inside now.”

“Don’t forget those cheesy flowers, they were goddamn expensive.”

You chuckled, picking them up from the ground when you got out of the car. They’d survived the fall, luckily, with only a few petals now decorating the cold asphalt. This time, the cold air hit you like a blow in the face, your sweaty skin much more vulnerable to the cool temperatures. Billy followed suit after adjusting his trousers, pulling you close to him yet again.

“Good night, Billy.”

“Good night. Dream of me.” He winked, kissing you gently one last time. “And Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You scoffed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, you arse.”

You could still feel his hot gaze on you until you’d disappeared inside your house and locked the door behind you. Fuck. You’d dream of him tonight indeed.

A/N: Come say Hi on my blog if you enjoyed this Imagine! There’s so many more on there! ♥

PS: I totally stole one line from this Billy Hargrove POV on Youtube. I believe it’s called “The Hawkins lifeguard notices you staring”, go check it out, I really recommend it! ;-)

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kybercrystals94 · 3 months

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 4 | Prompt 4: Obedience

Rated: G | Words: 1069

Summary: Wrecker has to sit out a mission. [Character Focus: Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Hunter]

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Wrecker squints at Tech’s hand. “Well, if you’d keep your karking hands still, I could tell ya!”

Tech sighs. “I’ll have you know that my singular hand is perfectly stationary, and the answer was two.”

“Aww,” Wrecker whines, gripping his head between his hands. “What does that mean?”

“It means you have a concussion,” Tech says, pulling out his portable med scanner he keeps with him on the field. He scans Wrecker to confirm his diagnosis. “It also means that you will have to sit out the rest of this mission.”

“What? That’s not fair!”

“Fairness has nothing to do with it,” Tech argues, “The fact of the matter is that you are a danger to yourself and others in this condition.”

“You’re not the boss,” Wrecker responds childishly, “Hunter is.”

“And Hunter will doubtlessly agree with my assessment.”

“Says you!”

“Precisely.” Tech taps his comm link. “Sarge, Wrecker has sustained a head injury. It is inadvisable that he continue with the mission.”

Wrecker leans in before Tech can cut the transmission, “I’m fine!”

Tech pulls away, throwing Wrecker a glare for good measure. “He is not fine,” Tech reiterates.

“Does he need immediate medical attention?” Hunter asks.

“Negative.”

A sigh filters through the comm. “Alright. Get him somewhere secure to lay low. We’ll come for him once we finish the extraction.”

“Roger that.” Tech flashes Wrecker a wry grin that the giant can’t even see under his helmet. “I told you he would agree with me.”

“Shut up,” Wrecker grumbles before letting out another pained moan.

Tech glances the vicinity for threats. “This is as good a place as any to have you wait for us to return for you,” he decides.

”Don’t leave me here, Tech, c’mon,” Wrecker pleads. “I’ll be careful.”

”You heard Hunter’s orders. You are to wait here until we finish the extraction. I will abide by his decision, and so will you.”

“Hunter always sides with you,” Wrecker grumbles.

Tech rolls his eyes, but plays into the argument. “Not true, but he usually sides with reason, which is more commonly provided by myself.” The splicer gets to his feet, returning his med scanner to its pouch and adjusting his pack. “This is for the best. Please try not to do anything foolish until we get back.”

Wrecker growls some sort of incomprehensible reply, but Tech takes it to mean that he will comply with the order to stay put. Wrecker didn’t need immediate medical attention, but he did need to be careful. His injury could easily be worsened by unnecessary movement and stimulation. However, Tech sympathizes with the disappointment his brother must feel, so he adds, “It is a dull mission anyhow, you won’t be missing out.”

“I could’ve found something to blow up,” Wrecker sighs, leaning forward to put his head on his drawn up knees.

“Stealth, Wrecker,” Tech reminds him. “It is a stealth mission.”

Wrecker makes another displeased noise that is muffled into his hands. Tech hesitates a moment before gingerly patting Wrecker on the shoulder in what he hopes is a pacifying and comforting gesture. He isn’t sure if Wrecker takes it as such because the hulking clone doesn’t acknowledge him in any way. “We’ll be back soon, Wrecker. I’ve marked the location, but keep your comm available so that you can communicate should you need assistance.”

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Much to Tech’s surprise, Wrecker does not bombard their comms with any sort of wheedling or whining or distress. In fact, he does not check-in once. It is troublesome, but Tech tries to focus on the data extraction, ignoring the gnawing feeling of wrongness. When he left his largest brother, Wrecker was stable and fine, as Wrecker so eloquently put it. Not fine enough to continue the mission, but fine enough to rest and wait without fear of sudden demise.

Regardless, Tech works with distracted speed, finally slipping the data stick into his utility belt pocket and nodding at Crosshair that they are finished.

The sniper is leaning lazily against the console, watching the door, but pushes himself up as Tech puts away his equipment. “Don’t you think it’s odd that Wrecker hasn’t commed once since you abandoned him?”

“I did not abandon him,” Tech says stiffly. “I know exactly where he is.”

“Wrecker is never this quiet,” Crosshair continues as if Tech had not spoken, “unless he’s unconscious…”

Tech swallows.

“...or up to something.”

Up to something.

This gives Tech pause. He had not considered that possibility, and he isn’t sure if it makes him feel better or worse about the situation. He picks up his comm. “Wrecker, come in. Are you still at your approved location?”

A pause ticks several seconds too long. “Yeah?”

Crosshair and Tech exchange glances, Crosshair’s expression hidden behind his helmet. Tech imagines it looks about as incredulous as he feels.

“And you haven’t left that location?”

“Why would I? I’m a danger to myself and others in this condition,” Wrecker retorts, echoing Tech’s own words. However, his evident annoyance is unable to conceal the lie in his tone.

“What did you do?” Crosshair asks now, lifting his own comm.

“Nothing!”

“Boys, if you’re done interrogating the wounded, let’s head out,” Hunter cuts in.

The feeling of wrongness resumes its gnawing. But, Tech assures himself, at the very least, Wrecker is still alive.

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Wrecker is sitting just as Tech left him.

“‘Bout time!” Wrecker whines, getting to his feet. He staggers a step or two unsteadily, putting a hand to his head and groaning.

“You were only left alone for twenty standard minutes,” Tech tells him.

“Felt like forever!”

Crosshair is scanning their surroundings. “And what did you do in the meantime?”

“I already told you I didn’t do anything!” Wrecker growls, giving Crosshair a shove.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Crosshair says, undeterred.

Hunter steps between them. “Alright, enough. Wrecker, if you say you didn’t do anything…we’re going to take your word for it.”

Tech doesn’t miss the lilt of doubt in Hunter’s appeasement, but it effectively shuts down the argument nonetheless.

It isn’t until the Marauder is taking off that they hear and see the explosion in the distance. Tech doesn’t even have to check the location to know it was the Separatist base.

Three heads swivel to Wrecker who stares back in surprise. “That was not me,” he says, “I promise!”

No one believes him.

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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I HAVE AN IDEAAA✨✨

so I just wondered creepypasta characters (of your choice) have a snowball fight since it's almost Christmas🫶

Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Jeff the Killer, and Laughing jack x reader having a snowball fight (platonic)

WOOOOOOOOO the creepypasta requests are keeping me sane between all the TADC requests (no shade, i will close down TADC when i truly get tired of writing for it) rolls around

EYELESS JACK:

really the only reason i picked ej was because i love him and because he lives in the woods in my au/hc, so.... he gets more than enough snow and lord knows that this man needs a little fun in his life! not too incredibly competitive over the fight, so you have a decent chance at winning! not at all phased by the cold, since hes... well hes not sure what he is but hes already cold, whats a little more cold going to do? kill him? probably not.... though he does make you come back inside when you show signs of getting way too cold. he cant have you getting sick, after all! definitely makes you bundle up before you guys even open the front door. very nice, though, you actually get a smile from him... and dare i say a few laughs?

LAUGHING JACK:

really up to anything you want to do, especially if its going to be a game! while sure hes not competitive, it should be noted that lj can be a little aggressive in his play style... as in he kind of underestimates how durable people are... he probably throws a HUGE snow ball at you... and i mean like one thats at least half your size/hj... ooooooh you guys definitely make little forts! you will probably get sick, though, since unless you say anything hes not really going to notice any cues that youre getting too cold... though look on the brightside! lj is very warm and hes more than willing to let you warm up next to him! hes like a portable heater! might have to ask him to pipe down if you guys are playing in your backyard, it would be hard to explain to your neighbors who this 8 foot tall clown man is

JEFF THE KILLER:

oh i just know that hes going to put rocks in the snowballs, so you gotta be careful with that! sore loser, very competitive in the fact that "if i lose im going to lose im never going to be able to live it down (its not that serious)" so youre going to have to really plan things out if you even want a chance at winning.... okay you might not need to be overly strategic, jeff isnt the best planner and he tends to brute force his way with things, so you might have the upper hand if you actually try to hit him in his weak points. destroy his fort, overwhelm him, hit him where it hurts (its really not that deep.) very insistent that you guys keep going because he cannot stand the idea of being beat, even if you two are both freezing your asses off. you both likely get sick... jeff seems like the type to be whiny when sick imo LMAO so have fun with that

HOODIE:

like a middle between eyeless jack and jeff. hes competitive but not in the same way of jeff, he just takes the game way too seriously but he doesnt actually feel inclined to win. he can swing either way with the outcome, you know? does not put rocks in the snowball, though. not a dirty cheat, plus he doesnt actually want to hurt you! makes very good forts that are sturdy, you SWEAR hes put bricks in them but rest assured its pure snow. takes you inside ones you start showing signs of getting too cold, probably puts a time out on the game by making the T hand shape that people do in games, since i personally hc that he doesnt speak (communicates via primarily sign language but he sometimes leaves you notes!). doesnt get sick easily, so if you do get sick hes going to look after you. dont even try to fight it. he has nothing better to do, hes going to be there whether you want him there or not

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #jeff the killer x reader #hoodie x reader #eyeless jack x you #laughing jack x you #jeff the killer x you #hoodie x you

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sw33t-d1vine · 1 year

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I would adore to read a fic where the reader gets to touch his face- his human one. I am obsessed with the his skin is very sensitive headcanon. So the idea of him allowing you to press your hands past the Spring Bonnie suit to touch his skin and him secretly loving it. Is endearing.

“ Under my skin “

Springtrap x GN!reader

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Curiosity gets the best of you, and you ask Springtrap whats under the mask.

(A/N) this request is so cute omg !!!!! i love the idea with his skin being sensitive, its adorable :3

Humming to the faint tune of the music playing, you and Springtrap were leaning against each other, enjoying the company of one another.

You brought your little portable CD player with you to the burnt down pizzeria to listen to music while you both talked and sat next to each other. It was oddly comforting, despite you being sat next to a literal walking corpse.

Springtrap wanted to hear how much music had changed over the years, so you brought in some CD’s to play. He wouldn’t say he hated it, but it just wasn’t his cup of tea. Either way, he didn’t complain and let it continue playing.

You shifted a little, tilting your head up at Springtrap to look at him with curiosity. He never told you much. He didn’t talk much in general either, since his vocal cords had been damaged from the springlocks. But he still tried to make small talk with you, and it would eventually fall into a comforting silence.

You always wondered what his life was back then. Sure, he had told you stories and such, but you were still so curious. He was a mystery.

Springtrap side eyed you, noticing how you were staring. “What are you looking at, dear?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, his rabbit ears flopping a little. You blinked, cheeks forming a small, pink hue in embarrassment. “Oh, nothing.. I was just thinking. Sorry.” You smiled.

Springtrap gave you a look. Even though he could barely express emotion with the mask, you somehow still understood his looks. “What were you thinking of?” He hummed, turning away.

“Just..” You scrunched your face, trying to find the right words without sounding weird. “..I want to know you more. I know you’ve told me stories- But I just wanna know more..” You furrowed your eyebrows, watching as he turned to look back at you.

“Like what?” Springtrap leaned forward a little, turning towards you. You thought for a second, then hummed, “Like..How you look under there maybe? Or how you became like this?- If thats okay..!” You didn’t wanna bring back any bad memories, so you didn’t pry.

Springtrap looked taken aback, leaning back a little. It looked like he was thinking, almost like he was debating wether he should tell you or not. He eventually let out a grunt, leaning closer. “You can see me. Don’t expect anything pretty though, darling.” He joked, and you could only chuckle and nod. “Okay.”

Slowly, Springtrap parted his jaws, his flesh showing from under it. He didn’t show all of it, just the lower part. It didn’t look..bad. It could be worse. Thats what you though, at least.

Tilting your head a little, you smiled. “..Can I touch..?” You asked. Springtrap took a second to respond, his jaw closing. He didn’t wanna say that his skin was sensitive.. It was embarrassing.. But, he did trust you. You wouldn’t hurt him or anything like that, so he nodded and parted his jaw again.

You carefully reached out past the suit, and rested your hand against his face. It was cold compared to your warmer hands, but that was expected. Caressing his cheek gently, Springtrap leaned into your touch. He would never allow anyone to touch his face. But, for some reason, he didn’t mind if you did. In fact, he secretly enjoyed it. Your warm hands against his cheek felt heavenly.

The two of you sat together, listening to the music play in the background as he told his stories.

#william afton x you #fnaf william afton #william afton #william afton x reader #springtrap #fnaf #five nights at freddys #springtrap x reader #— Springtrap ✮⋆˙

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catgirltoofies · 1 month

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dragon's dogma's dlc isn't even remotely what people claim it to be

what people say: "you need to pay for fast travel! you need to pay for extra lives! you need to pay for character editing!"

the actual truth:

- you can pay for one mark location. this is an undeniable advantage, especially considering how early you're given it. the portcrystal is overpowered and i think it's the only dlc here that actually really matters

- you can pay for up to five extra lives. you can't buy more than the five dlcs, and getting wakestones is extremely, extremely easy if you want to bother to grind them. especially from the start of the game; every pawn starts with a quest where you get ⅓ of a wakestone for having them in your party for a day. if you really wanted to grind out wakestones, you could hire two fresh pawns, sit on a bench until a day passes, then dismiss the pawns and hire another pair. i don't even know why this dlc exists it's not even valuable and you can just. lose it. they're consumable. it shouldn't exist but not because it's an evil mtx, it's just weird.

- you don't need to pay to edit your character or your pawn. you can buy the art of metamorphosis for 500 RC, which you can get easily by simply playing online and having people hire your pawn, which they will do as long as you're online. I've been playing about 20 hours and have over 2000 RC, enough to buy 4 arts of metamorphosis. and even if you DON'T play online, for whatever reason, you can get RC as rare drops from enemies, so given time you can just build up a stock. in addition, following in the assumption it'll be like the first game, you'll be able to edit your arisen and pawn after entering ng+, which is probably a lot more investment than just fighting some cyclopes for RC.

- to discuss the other dlcs. you can buy RC directly, but there's not much reason to so far unless you want glasses or to change your pawn inclination.

- you can buy a makeshift gaol key, which will break you out of jail once, or you can buy one from a number of traveling merchants for like 1000 gold, which is a pittance

- you can buy the pawn inclination change items. these are more expensive to get with RC, clocking in at 2k RC, but inclination isn't really very necessary to change, and certainly not often.

- you can buy a pack of 3 harpysnare smoke beacons, which... do something? they let you grab onto harpies in certain areas and ride them to other places, but i don't know how useful this actually is in general, and I'm pretty sure you can just buy them from some general stores for a couple thousand gold

- you can buy a heartfelt pendant, which is a gift item that makes someone like you. the only relevance to this mechanic, as far as i know, is getting merchants to give you a discount, and for rp to have your beloved related to story events (assuming it follows the same as the first game). in the case of merchants, you can just look at their favorite items and give them Three (3) of their liked items and they'll be at max affection. in the case of your rp beloved, well, you should already care about them. you should get them what they love instead of just buying a pretty necklace. also if you want to search for every seeker token you can get the arisen's bond that way to max anyone's affection.

- you can buy a mod that changes music and sounds to be from DD1. to each their own

- you can buy a special camping kit. it's lighter than the normal kit, so it's helpful, but you can also just buy it for 6000 gold from some traders without needing to buy it.

- you can't even buy ferrystones. you don't even pay for fast travel you pay for a portable fast travel point, which still costs a very expensive ferrystone to teleport to.

- if you see the steam reviews, they're mixed. if you change the filter to only see reviews from people who have played the game for at least nine hours, that changes to mostly positive. the significant majority of negative reviews were made before even playing the game for NINE HOURS.

- there are other valid complaints about this game, this post is exclusively addressing the dlc. i will continue to defend this game because it's really really fun and I'm really annoyed at the review bombs by people who have no idea what they're talking about and are just parroting something they heard on twitter without actually knowing anything about what they're saying

- p.s. i want to be clear; i don't think microtransactions are a good thing and i genuinely believe none of these dlcs should be available as dlc, for various reasons (mostly detailed above). but the issues i have with them are generally the opposite of the issues people cry about, and i want to make clear that while there are problems with them and plenty of reasons NOT to buy the dlcs, the oft-cried reasons are misleading at best and outright false at worst

#dragon's dogma 2

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renecdote · 1 year

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For the character and word, Maddie & ocean?

buckley siblings feelings for all your buckley sibling feelings needs 🥰

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The night Buck comes home from the hospital, Maddie watches a documentary about the ocean. A couch has been ordered, but it won’t arrive until Wednesday, so she’s sitting up on the other side of her brother’s bed, absently playing with his hair while a beluga whale dives deep in the cold Arctic Ocean.

“I didn’t know they were such social animals,” she says, more caught by the documentary than she thought she would be when she sat down on top of the covers with her phone and a cup of tea.

Buck’s eyes are closed, curled on his side with his head not quite touching her hip, but he’s too still to be sleeping. Close to it though, maybe, because his reply is little more than a mumble when it comes.

“Guess the ocean gets lonely.”

Maddie doesn’t shiver, but the feeling sits beneath her skin, more sensation than cold, and she reaches for her tea to ward it away. She wonders, sometimes, if Buck ever would have forgiven her if she hadn’t fought her way back out of the ocean that day. If he ever would have forgiven the ocean. She thought for a long time that the tsunami had already broken that bond between her brother and the water he loved so much, a heartbreak more swift and cutting than Abby ever was, but Buck has always been braver than she gave him credit for. Braver than she thinks he should be, some days.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, fingers still moving through his hair. He hasn’t complained, but by the time she managed to convince their parents to go back to her house for the night, he’d been squinting in a way that meant headache. Probably a whole body kind of ache as well.

“‘M okay,” Buck answers, but he sounds too tired for it to be convincing. “You didn’t have to stay.”

Maddie rolls her eyes. “You just got out of the hospital, Buck, of course I’m staying.”

It’s a familiar kind of argument, more easily won this time than it has been in the past. Maddie still isn’t sure if she should be worried about that, or just happy that Buck is willing to accept her help. He hadn’t even asked any questions when he saw the overnight bag she dropped at the bottom of the stairs. Hadn’t asked when she shut the door behind their parents. Hadn’t protested, even when she looked him up and down and said, “okay, time for bed,” in the same kind of decisive tone she uses with Jee when she starts getting overtired and cranky.

In return, Maddie didn’t argue when Buck flipped through Netflix to find a documentary he was already halfway through. Not even when he rolled onto his side only a few minutes in, tired eyes sliding closed, giving up any pretence that he was actually watching it. Ever since he was a kid, he found it easier to sleep with noise. Maddie used to read to him for hours when he was young. Used to worry about him strangling himself with headphone wires when he got her hand-me-down portable CD player as a teenager.

She still worries. Maybe more than she did when he was a kid. Less about him strangling himself in his sleep, but more about whether he’s sleeping at all. Whether he’s hurt. How he might get hurt. He’s not a kid anymore, but he’ll always be her baby brother. She doesn’t think she’d ever stop worrying about him even if she could.

On the TV, a baby whale is calling for a mother who drifted too far away, and Maddie bites her lip, feeling teary and a little bit ridiculous for it.

You’d tell me, right? she wants to ask. If you weren’t okay?

But she’s scared that the answer is no. She’s scared that it’s something she might not be able to fix.

So she just keeps running her fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp, and when the baby whale has been reunited with its mother and she feels a little less like she might cry, she says, “I love you, Evan.”

There’s just enough of Buck’s face visible in the ocean-blue light from the TV to see him smile as he replies, “Love you too, Mads.”

It’s enough. For now, it has to be enough.

The documentary slides into warmer waters, the sun bright and sparkling as a bale of turtles pulls themselves out of the ocean and onto the beach to lay their eggs. Maddie watches them carefully dig their nests and lay their eggs, then leave them there to incubate and hatch. She watches baby turtles claw their way out of the sand and down towards the water, fighting for survival from the moment they draw breath. A gull circles low, cawing, and she looks away right as it swoops, unwilling to watch as it captures its prey.

Beside her, Buck’s breathing is slow and even, the tension in his body softened as he sinks into sleep. There’s an air mattress downstairs, tucked into a cupboard after being borrowed once and never returned, and Maddie really should have set it up earlier so she could sneak back down and into her own bed for the night as soon as Buck fell asleep. But she didn’t, and she finds herself lingering now, reaching for any excuse not to be as far away as even the bottom of the stairs.

What if he has a nightmare? What if he has trouble breathing during the night? What if he wakes up and needs her?

(What if she wakes up and needs the reminder that he’s alive?)

In the end, she doesn’t even turn the TV off. She just stretches out on the bed, still on top of the covers, and lets the blue ocean light and her brother’s steady breathing lull her into dreamless sleep.

And when Buck does startle awake in the middle of night, woken by the conjurings of his own mind, she’s there to reach out and lay a hand on his chest, rubbing soothing circles while she murmurs, “You’re okay, it was just a dream, go back to sleep.”

He takes a troubled breath, shaky in the darkness, and when he shuffles closer, Maddie thinks it’s for her as much as for him. They haven’t done this since Buck was a kid—not when his leg was crushed, or that embolism almost killed him, or any of the dozen other too-close calls he’s had—but she pushes back the covers now, just far enough to climb under them, and she wraps her arms around her little brother.

“I’ve got you,” she whispers against his hair, hand moving on his back. “I’m here, you’re okay.”

Maddie doesn’t know if he believes her. She doesn’t know if he is okay. But she’s here, she’s got him, and that has to be enough. For now, it has to be enough. She holds him tight, holds him safe, and sooner than she thought he might, Buck drifts back into sleep. Maddie presses a kiss into his hair, and lets her own eyes fall closed, and when she sleeps, she dreams she’s a turtle, drifting through the warm ocean currents.

#Maddie Buckley #Evan Buckley #911 Fox #fic

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August

A/N: Okay, I know it took me forever to get this published again, but here it is! This is set to the theme of August by Taylor Swift, obviously. As always let me know what you think and enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT. DNI if you are under 18. 18+ only

Word Count: 7.4k+

Salt air and the rust on your door

I never needed anything more

Whispers of “Are you sure?”

“Never have I ever before”

Summer is a magical time of the year. If you don’t mind sweltering temperatures, humidity so dense that you can feel the air around you, and every place you visit being over packed to the point where you literally can’t move without touching someone's sticky body. Despite those lows, the triumph of what summer truly stands for is where it makes it a winner over all the other seasons.

Freedom.

No longer being tied to class schedules, extra curricular activities, stressing over college applications. Nope, not this year. This was the year that you were putting that all behind you and stepping into the future. Your future.

College was on the horizon, growing larger the closer it appeared. All the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears now long gone as the crisp hopefulness of the next chapter popped into your line of vision. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to enjoy what your little hometown had to offer during your last year as a permanent resident here.

It was why Danny’s piece of shit truck was idling in the street, blocking your driveway, waiting for you to come bounding down the stairs to spend the day at one of your favorite places in the world. His entire face lit up when you entered his line of sight, throwing open the rusted passenger door and hearing the creek of it echo into the neighborhood as it moved.

Not even uttering a hello, you grabbed the loose auxiliary cord that hung from the refurbished radio and connected your phone to it. As Taylor Swift filled the speakers, he rolled his eyes, looking over his shoulder to pull away from the curb and begin the drive.

“You bring the cooler?” You asked over the pounding of the music, turning around and seeing it crammed behind the seats. “Mhm. There should be a raspberry iced tea Arizona in there.” Your eyes lit up with excitement at the discovery, cracking it open, and leaning towards the open window.

Your hair whipped around in a complete frenzy as Danny got up to full speed, seeing the content smile gracing your lips, eyeing the view as it whizzed by. He laughed at the view of you trying to tame your locks, hand landing on your thigh subconsciously as he continued the drive.

You two belted along to the songs that randomly played through your combined playlist, Danny’s fingers tapping on the bare skin of your thigh to the beat of whatever was playing. There was nothing better than spending your days like this together. It was always the highlight of your vacations.

When you two could disappear from everyone else and just bask in one another's company. The splash of the water cascading onto the secluded shore had your mind humming in peace. Sun soaking on a picnic blanket and towel, a small portable radio by your head playing music into the area around you, a backpack stuffed to the brim with food laid next to you.

Danny wading out of the water, small trunks clung to his thighs, long curls pushed back away from his face and dripping down his bare back had you smiling as he approached you. He snatched his towel from under your head that you had been utilizing as a pillow, wrapping it around his body.

This was an area that you two had discovered once by sheer accident, but now was your own spot that no one else had seemed to find quite yet. A small piece of the lake that was undisturbed by any other bodies. Something that seemed to have been crafted just for the enjoyment of you two.

Not even your group knew of this place. Whenever you all would come together, it was to a different place, much more visible to the public then where you currently resided. No, this was just for you two. It wasn’t something you had discussed either. Keeping this a little secret between you both. It just…was.

Danny’s soaked body dripped onto yours as he stood over you, a true giant from the angle you were laying at. He had grabbed his own beverage of choice for the day, guzzling it down in one go before collapsing on the blanket next to you, letting the sun conveniently dry him.

Wiggling closer to him, his skin was cold to the touch as you rolled over, leaning on one elbow to peer at him. “You’re very pretty.” Was all you offered as you stared him down without his knowledge, eyes being shut as he relaxed. His body shook with laughter as you poked his cheek, then his nose.

“Think that’s what I’m supposed to say to you.” He mumbled out, eyes remaining shut as he lifted an arm, letting you cuddle into his side. You scoffed at his response, laying your head on his bicep, staring up at the cloudless sky. “No.”

That was how you two remained for the rest of the afternoon. Laying soundless as you drifted in and out of naps, occasionally treading into the water before coming back out and occupying your time in a different way.

Munching on a sandwich he had made for this afternoon, you were engrossed in your book, sunglasses perched atop your damp head. You had been reading out loud for Danny to listen to the tale despite not having heard the first seventy percent of the story, but he didn’t mind. His head rested on your lap, listening intently to your enthusiastic tones and the changing voices as different characters spoke.

Handing the sandwich down to him, eyes never parting the book, not halting your reading, he took it from your hands and polished it off for you, having finished his long ago. His phone went off in the backpack that had been continuously moved around the blanket space as you two moved around throughout the day.

Stopping where you were in the chapter, you handed it over to him to see that it was his alarm going off, signaling that the day had come to an end and it was time to return home. Silently, you both stood and began packing up all your belongings.

Mindless chatter flew between you both as you rolled the towels after he shook them out to remove any lingering sand and pebbles. “Okay, tell me again why he’s in jail.” You had the backpack handle in your mouth, stuffing the towels in there, but spit it out as you spoke.

“Because he was falsely accused of murdering the girl from his high school.” His brow furrowed at your words, folding the blanket up. “How do you know he was falsely accused?” You stood, bag slung over one shoulder as you waited for him to finish his task. “In chapter four it says that he was out of town with his grandfather.”

He stood back up, slinging his arm over your shoulder as you walked back to the truck. “Okay, so why doesn’t the grandfather go and bail him out? Tell the police that he was on a trip with the guy.” You shook your head, fingers lacing with his as they dangled over your shoulder. “Because the grandfather died the following week.”

Danny’s bottom lip pushed out as he nodded his head, opening the truck door for you as you climbed in. The window was rolled down as he shut the door, leaning through the opening to you. “Yeah, you need to tell me how that ends cause it sounds fucked up.” You laughed, nodding at him as he tapped the tip of your nose before walking to his side of the car.

The entire drive home, you sat in the middle seat, pressed into his side. His hand rested on your leg, tapping to the beat of more songs, a permanent smirk plastered to his lips. These were the days you savored. Craved.

Where it could just be you two. No pressure, so stress, no nothing. Just you two. That was how you liked it to be. If it could remain that way for the rest of time you would snatch that up in an instant. And you knew Danny would, too.

When he pulled back up to your house, your achy limbs from a day of swimming cried as you trekked up the driveway to your house. Danny called out to you from the open window as you reached the front door, drawing your attention back to him instead of the shower and bed that were screaming your name. “Call me tomorrow. Love you!”

Your hand shielded your eyes from the setting sun, waving at him as he began driving off, calling out an ‘I love you’ back as he left. You two tried to make that trip happen at least once every other week. If it couldn’t be a lake visit, it was something else. Movie night at someone's house, arcade and ice cream, the only all night diner in the county. It didn’t matter as long as it happened.

No one else knew of these little escapades you two had. You just simply didn’t bring it up and no one ever asked. It wasn’t lying because there were no suspicions of you two breaking off from the group and going and doing your own thing. If they ever caught wind of it, they never said anything.

It wasn’t anything more than just spending quality time in the company of a close friend. No romantic interest really. Was Danny attractive? Of course. He was literally one of the most sought after boys in your graduating class, but you wouldn’t see him in that light. To you, he was just Danny. And to Danny, you were just you.

That’s all it was.

Did you plan to lose your virginity to him on a random Wednesday night just a few weeks before you left for school? Absolutely not. But if there was someone you were glad it happened with. It was Danny.

You two had reconvened for a movie night, sprawled out on the couch in your basement, watching a movie that Danny had brought over, but your mind was elsewhere tonight. You had been chatting with one of your friends about moving away for school and when she found out you were a virgin, she was quick to suggest you have that taken care of before going off to school.

It gnawed at you for days following the encounter. Was going off to college a virgin really that big of a deal? According to her and whatever census she had read or taken, yes it was. Danny had noticed you were off tonight, your mind wandering into an abyss he knew you could occasionally get trapped in.

He nudged you with his foot, pausing the movie after you missed the big gag of the movie. “What’s up with you?” Your eyes snapped up to his, flurried with confusion and questions. Your fingers played with themselves, lip tucked in between your front teeth, but you shook your head. “Nothing, why?”

Rolling his eyes, he sat up and moved closer to you. “Come on. What’s wrong?” Should you ask him this? Was it your place to even know this information? You knew he was your best friend, but this topic was much more suited for someone like Sam. Battling yourself in your mind, you finally decided to just blurt it out at him.

“Are you a virgin?” His eyes went wide as he blinked once at your question before breaking into hard laughter. You pouted at him as he tried to catch his breath. Slapping him away from you as he rolled closer to you, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, you were annoyed. “Wha-what? What the hell brought that on?”

Finally catching his breath, he was able to ask you that question. Grumbling under your breath, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Nothing.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him inching closer to you despite you moving further from him, but to no avail as you were at the corner of the sofa.

“Seriously, what happened? Why do you want to know that?” Your eyes were glued to the paused tv screen, shaking your head as your only response. “I’m teasing you! It was just really out of the blue.” Peeling your eyes back to him, only slightly, he was smiling at you.

“Why do you want to know?” You huffed a small sigh, eyes falling down to your lap at the frayed blanket that lay over you. “Because I was talking with Sarah and she said that if I go to college as a virgin it’ll totally be a hindrance or whatever.”

His brows drew in, confusion etched across his face. “That makes no sense.” You groaned, hands flailing as you did. “I know! But what if she’s right? What if I get there and a guy finds out I’ve never had sex and then won’t do anything with me? Then word spreads and I’m a total outcast.”

Danny rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “That won’t happen. I can guarantee you.” Mumbling, you ignored his words. He obviously wasn’t understanding your issue with this. He had no idea what you were talking about. “Yeah well, you’re not a virgin so you don’t get it.”

“Yes I am.”

Your head flashed up, eyes connecting with him at his words. “What?” He nodded with a shrug, acting like it was entirely obvious. “Yeah. There just hasn’t been, I don’t know, a right time or person. Just hasn’t felt right.” He was acting so nonchalant about the entire thing, it was flabbergasting to you.

“But what about prom? You took Susie and you guys had a hotel after.” He closed his eyes, reliving the memory as he laughed. “She got so plastered at prom that she literally got to the hotel room and passed out on the bed. I ended up sleeping on the couch.” Your brows furrowed, shaking your head, uttering an apology. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

He beamed at you, chuckling. “Why are you apologizing? It’s not an embarrassing thing. It’s literally a construct, nothing more.” His eyes connected with yours and softened. “Bug?” You squeaked out, nerves wracking your body at the sheer idea of what you were about to ask.

Humming in response, he took your hand in his overly large one, calluses from the drum sticks hardening some of the skin. “Would you-would you ever,” you couldn’t even get the question out before he spoke out over you. “The only person I’ve ever thought about going that far with is you.”

Swallowing thickly, you felt like you were going to choke on your tongue. The stare between you both was so intense that you were scared to do anything but look into the incredibly dark irises that pinned you to the couch. Slowly, Danny moved closer to you, calve held in his hand as he extended your leg.

Danny knew what you were going to ask him. He wanted to make this as easy as possible and didn’t want you to feel like you had to outright ask him. It was all he had ever thought of. Exchanging this encounter was a big deal and there was no one else he would have rather done it with.

Both of you were breathless, entirely nude as you laid on your couch, fighting for the shared breath between you both. Before Danny made any further moves despite how far you two had gotten, he was entirely shaking, choking on his own words as he spoke out. “Are-are you su-sure, bug?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you caught his lips against your own, breath hitching in your throat as Danny entered you for the first time. Eyes squeezing shut, you wanted to savor this moment, searing it into your memory. Feeling nothing but comfort and serenity with him.

As you two came down from your fast highs, Danny rested his forehead against your own, chasing your lips, over and over. He laid down on top of you, wild curls splayed across your chest. His heavy head laid on your bare skin, listening to the quick beat of your heart. Both giggling out at what had just happened as you enclosed him in your arms.

It wasn’t what you were expecting to happen, but you were beyond happy it had. The experience was everything you had ever hoped for, with the person you trusted most in the world. Forming a bond that you weren’t entirely sure what to do with. Unsure of what it meant for the future, but it didn’t matter because it wasn’t able to form anymore.

You went to school the next week, taking on a new life as you went to experience what you had heard was supposed to be one of the best, but most stressful times of your life. But you knew that no matter what you did, where you went, that Danny would always be there for you. Danny knew that it was the same for you too. As he and the band took off, he knew that when he came home for breaks it would be the same every time. Both of you waiting patiently for the other to come back.

Even though it was incredibly selfish on both of your parts. It was okay, because for the time being, you were allowed to be just that. Selfish.

Your back beneath the sun

Wishin’ I could write my name on it

Will you call when you’re back at school?

I remember thinkin’ I had you

The first two semesters of school nearly annihilated you. No, really. They were beyond rough. After a tough lesson your first semester of why 8am lectures were never a good idea, you knew better going into your second semester. Afternoon and evening lectures were your friend.

The course load you had on your plate was crushing. That’s why when spring break rolled around, you were more than content to come back home and relax by the pool for a full two weeks. Of course, that plan was foiled by your gang planning their own homecoming for the same time. And they all loved the fact that you had a pool.

It’s why you had music blaring through the outside speakers, the smell of barbecue wafting through the yard, and the sounds of pool splashing filled your ears. This wasn’t a bad way to be spending break. Not at all.

Especially when Danny was practically naked in front of you the entire time. Since he had shown up at your house and enclosed you in a massive embrace the night you had flown in, you two had hardly spent any time apart.

He had slept at your house that night, squeezing into your full size mattress, not wanting to be apart from you after having slept together the second he stepped into your room. Every day after that, you two were either with the group or you were getting texts from him about secret meetings.

Nearly every single day of the full two weeks you were home had the group at your house, enjoying the warmer weather and pool. It came with the ground rules of being the owner of the pool. You almost always had to expect people to optimize using it. Today was of course no exception.

It was a struggle to keep your eyes off the boy as he lifted himself on the edge of the pool, newly tanned skinned from spending nearly every single day outside, glistening from the water droplets clinging to his torso, muscled back contracting as he used his arms. Nearly had your mouth watering until your attention was ripped away, Jake shaking his wet hair out as he plopped himself down on the edge of your seat.

“When do you fly back to school?” You sighed, setting your book on the table next to you. “Tomorrow night. I have class first thing Monday afternoon.” He groaned, leaning back against your tucked legs, back sitting soundly on your shins. “Us too.”

You only hummed in response, eyes instinctively connecting with him from across the way. He had heard your small conversation with his brother, eyes burning in desire. Subconsciously clenching your legs together, knowing that tonight was going to be your last chance to spend with him until god knows when. It had to count.

Danny only texted you an address and told you to be there around eight. As you traveled to the location he had sent, you were confused as you looked around and saw no surrounding buildings. Yet, when you saw his old truck and a small camp made up, you pulled over quickly.

Rushing over to him, Danny caught you, instantly connecting you both. Your hands held his jaw, his arms wrapped around your waist, both moaning in utter relief, not even able to spend a full twenty-four hours apart without insane desire burning through you both.

When you finally pulled away, you took in the sight. Some small lights were at the four corners of the air mattress. Pillows and blankets filled the space, calling you to lay down in its warm embrace. You did exactly that, pulling Danny with you.

As the sun set and the stars came out and glistened along the sky, you felt the chill rush down your spine. Straddling him, your neck craned back, looking at the moon and its friends decorating the sky. “God, look at that!” You breathed out, entirely forgetting what you two had just finished moments earlier.

His hands still held firm to your hips, not even looking behind you, just directly at you. Enamored with what he saw before him. The moonlight lit up behind you, casting you in a glow that was rare to observe. He felt like the chosen one, being lucky enough to witness this.

Climbing off of him, you laid next to him, wrapping the sheet around yourself as your head rolled over, seeing his sharp features already looking straight at you. Your face lit up in a wide grin at his locks held up in a loose ponytail.

“Where do you guys go next?” You finally asked after you two held each other’s gaze, fingers linking together as he pulled you closer towards him, not wanting you to be too far. He sighed, “Nashville. Still working on the album and setting up tour dates.” You hummed, eyes slipping shut as the warmth of his body seeped into your bones.

The sheet was wrapped around your nude frame loosely, only draped lowly on his waist. The stars danced in the sky, not a cloud to cover them. You could hear various insects chirping in the distance of the field you sat in. Only basking in the moonlight as it soaked you both in its glamorous rays.

Danny sat up after being in silence for a beat too long. Clearing his throat, he didn’t want to turn and look at you. To see your reaction to what he was about to take the time to ask you. What he had been grappling with since you had left for school months ago.

“Are you going to call me? When you’re back at school?” You sat up to match him, lips dancing nervously on the bare skin of his back. Wrapping the sheet tighter around yourself, you rested your chin on his shoulder, brushing some of his hair away from the skin, you placed another chaste kiss there.

Before you spoke, you wanted a second more to enjoy this. Before it was ruined by what your response was going to be to him. Instead, you took the hair tie from his locks and did his hair for him. Fixing it to hold the hair up and out of his gorgeous face that he had hidden from you. Letting his tense muscles come into better view.

Beautiful.

He shivered at your touch, eyes closing as he sat waiting for your response despite knowing what it was going to be. “Why can’t we just have this?” It was whisper quiet, only carried by the soft breeze that danced across the grass you were currently laid in. Nodding, he wrapped his arms around you, turning and bringing you back to his embrace.

Listening to his steady heartbeat beneath your ear, you basked in the warmth his arms offered you. The serene comfort that you could only seem to find with Danny. It wasn’t what you had wanted to say. Not in the least, but it was what you had to say.

It would be too hard. With him and the boys' music exploding as it was, you with school preoccupying any and all of your time, it wouldn’t work. What could work was knowing that the other would always be there during the breaks. To retreat back to one another and do this over and over would work.

It was just what you had to do. Danny knew that too despite how much it shredded him to hear it actually said. The band was taking off at lightning speed in a way none of them had anticipated and he knew that there was no way he would be able to juggle both. Not right now.

But he knew that you would be back in the summer and he would be too and it would pick right back up. That thought brought him comfort to combat the sadness that sat deep in his soul and burrowed.

Hope.

Back when we were still changin’ for the better

Wanting was enough

For me, it was enough

To live for the hope of it all

Cancel plans just in case you’d call

And say, “Meet me behind the mall”

So much for summer love and saying “us”

Cause you weren’t mine to lose

You weren’t mine to lose, no

And that was exactly how it continued on. For a few years actually. Up until spring and summer breaks weren’t a thing anymore because college had rapidly come to a close. That was one thing about entering the real world. Those breaks didn’t exist. Which meant that whatever you and Danny had didn’t exist anymore either.

Knowing that they would be there to see you at those sure times, no question about it. Where he would be waiting for you with a warm embrace and the best time of your life. It all came to a close when you landed your big girl job, Greta Van Fleet became a global sensation, and adult life swept you both up in very different ways.

No time for those silly summer flings that clenched your heart in unexplainable ways whenever you thought back to them. Whenever you thought back to him. That’s why when you got a call from them asking if you could take a bit of a vacation to meet them, you jumped at the chance. Especially when you found out where they wanted you to meet.

In the middle of their great European trek. To watch them perform for adoring fans, see what they had blossomed into after all this time. No longer the garage band you sat in on to watch their practices nearly every single day. Instead, now globe trotting rockstars.

Transforming into these grown men, who you honestly would never see as such, was…odd. Seeing the familiar permed ball of frizzy curls always brought a sense of comfort to you, but the on-stage bedazzled jumpsuits and rhinestones had you giggling at his love of performance shouted out to the world. The always long locks of the brothers who could’ve been classified as twins more so than the actual twins, newly adorned facial hair had you rolling your eyes at their attempt to be “men”. Then there was Danny.

No more of the unkempt curls, but instead nourished well formed ringlets and bangs. New found fashion of button ups that were almost entirely unbuttoned and tight pants that left little to the imagination. Built form instead of the strong skinny you were used to. He was utterly breathtaking as you took him in.

You yourself had changed much as well much to the surprise of the brothers. It wasn’t a one sided transformation, but instead something that happened on all fronts for everyone. A part of growing up. It didn’t stop the yearning that settled deep in your bones whenever your eyes connected with his though.

He knew exactly what you were feeling. It was reciprocated and he was itching to find a way to get you two to sneak off together. Just like old times. Something he thought about far too often, but would adamantly deny if it was ever brought up. When your phone went off at a group dinner after watching a show stopping performance from the brothers, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Danny had concocted an entire tale to be able to spend the day with you tomorrow. One that you bit back a smile at as he explained to the brothers why he was going to be absent from their group tomorrow and why you were going to also be gone tomorrow evening. It worked perfectly. Not a single question asked.

You two were sitting at a candlelit table on a balcony overlooking the city, snorting in laughter at the stories you both had missed from everyday life. Your heart ached as you listened to the insane stories of the life he now lived, what you dreamed you could be doing with him. He couldn’t explain the sadness that sat deep in his gut as you chortled through story after story of your workplace and coworkers.

As giggles died down, setting your now empty wine glass on the table, you let a deep sigh you didn’t know you had been holding escape into the night. His soft eyes held your gaze, smile never diminishing as he watched you battle your thoughts. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Well, Danny, it sounds like you are literally living the dream.” He shrugged, polishing off his drink and leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, it’s not too bad.” You rolled your eyes at his candor. Eyes slightly squinting in his direction, you nearly tripped over your tongue as the words expelled from you. “Still interested in your old fling, then?”

He had been waiting for you to ask all night. There would never be a time in his life where you weren’t always playing in his thoughts in some way or another. As he had been traveling the world, all he had been thinking about was how you should’ve been by his side for everything. How it didn’t make sense that you weren’t there. That he missed you more than he could put into words. This evening had been the best one he had spent in the last year on the road.

“Always.”

Danny took you back to a hotel room that night that he booked with you in tow. Giggling as you stood at the check in counter, he told them he didn’t care what kind of room was available as long as there was a room. The suite was extravagant and more money than you would ever know what to do with just sitting in your bank account, but he didn’t even bat an eye.

The entire evening you had spent within his grasp. Reliving past memories and experiences you thought would never happen again. Nearly destroying a hotel suite together after having sex on every surface you could find. Desperate to feel his muscles contract as he reached finish after finish. To see his face contort in a way that it only did when pure bliss washed over him. Only when he was experiencing this with you.

The rustled sheets and blankets were strewn about the room despite the top sheet you two were hidden beneath. Feeling his gentle breathing as he slept soundly underneath you, holding you to him. Not wanting to let you go. Not again.

Despite how wonderful and mind numbing the time had been together, it was a jarring realization of what exactly was going on between you two. The harbored feelings that you had kept at bay for far too long crashing to the surface only to be shunned away from the harsh reality of what lay before you.

That it would never work. That as time continued on and you two continued changing through the times that it was only ripping you further apart. Such different points of life that you two sat in, you couldn’t even begin to see him from where you were standing. How he was living his life without you and enjoying himself more than you would ever begin to understand.

The stories you shared were the only highs you could offer him. The rest of your time was spent in a mundane existence that you could only dream about spending with him. That Danny would make better in a way that only he could. Knowing that after telling yourself for exponential amounts of time that he wasn’t thinking about you, didn’t need you, you didn’t truly believe that.

This evening proved that.

You crept out of the room before the sun rose that morning. Not wanting to be there when he woke up to face that light together. You wouldn’t do that to yourself. Because you loved him too much. Too damn much.

Instead, you were going to survive off the hope that maybe one day way down the road there would be a glimmer of chance for you two. That chance didn’t exist yet, but maybe one day it would. Because that was all you had to go on.

Hope.

Your phone dinged into the room, vibrating against the wood of your nightstand table. You were getting ready to go see a movie with one of your friends and you thought the message was going to be from her that she was on her way.

Instead, Danny’s name sat on your screen, telling you that you needed to meet behind the mall at nine that night. One of your secret rendezvous points that no one would ever think to check into.

Quickly messaging your other friend that you weren’t feeling your best that night and would have to cancel, you haphazardly changed your clothes and rushed out the door. He was already there waiting for you when you arrived. Arms enclosing around you and placing chaste kisses all over your face, neck, and arms.

Laughter echoing off the buildings as you weakly fought him off. “Where we going tonight?” You asked as he wrapped you in his embrace and started to move you both towards his truck. “Ah, that’s a surprise, bug.”

The entire drive to the top secret location, you were tucked into his side as he drove, lips occasionally dancing across your hairline and temples. It was a fact that whenever you were with Danny that you were always beaming. He loved it. Seeing you so utterly happy. It was unlike any feeling he could describe.

When you sat in an empty field that you two frequented together, he was smiling brightly, grabbing all of the supplies he had packed in the back of his truck. “We are watching the meteor shower tonight,” he finally told you as he made the bed of his truck into a makeshift bed for you both.

You had briefly mentioned this to him last week, but in actuality it was to the entire group, not realizing Danny had picked up on what you had mentioned. Crawling in between his legs, you back connected with his chest, letting his arms drape over you.

With heads inclined up, you two watched the meteor shower for hours. They traveled across the sky so quickly you would miss them if you blinked. It had been quiet for most of the night, Danny just letting you enjoy this.

It nearly startled him when you began talking. “Danny?” His lips pressed into the crown of your head, letting you know that he was listening. “Can you promise me something?” You were speaking quietly. Not wanting to spook the night. Worried that if you were to raise your voice, it would startle the stars from their resting spots.

Speaking again before he had the chance to, it was choked out. “Promise me it’ll always be us, Danny.” Without a moment of hesitation, he tipped your head back, locking eyes with you as he lightly pecked your lips.

“Always.”

Nearly crying the entire flight home, you were filled with disappointment. They had dropped you off at the airport after a few wonderful days together, Danny hardly able to look you in the eyes. When he had woken up without you by his side, he couldn’t understand why you would have left. Maybe everything he had thought you two had was all a figment of his imagination. Something he had concocted in his mind to cope with the unreturned feelings he had for longer then he could begin to explain.

All you had wanted was for him to stop you from getting on that plane and going back home. It was too much to ask. You knew that. You knew that Danny was never yours to lose. So why did it feel like you were?

But I can see us lost in the memory

August slipped away into a moment in time

Cause it was never mine

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets

August sipped away like a bottle of wine

Cause you were never mine

Every time you and Danny managed to sneak away from everyone it almost always was something different. Making sure to escape to somewhere you wouldn’t accidentally run into someone you weren’t supposed to be seeing.

Sometimes it meant going to the arcade, movies, or ice cream. Always the next town over just to be safe, but still. It meant getting to spend time with him while you could. Before August would come to a close and you would part once more.

Any time you could spend together was utter bliss. The summer months meant freedom, but it always held a deeper meaning to you. Summer was Danny.

Every break wasn’t always the same though. You weren’t naive enough to believe that you were the only person Danny was seeing year round, but it was a stab to the chest when you came home for Christmas and saw he had someone else under his arm.

In the spot you should’ve been. But you knew it wasn’t fair to think like that. Danny wasn’t yours. The relationship wasn’t yours. There wasn’t a relationship there to claim. Instead, you forced a smile to your face and refused to look in their direction for the family Christmas party.

By the time summer had rolled around again, you both found yourselves partnerless and ready to immerse yourselves back into each other. Your parents had left for a week-long cruise through the Florida keys which meant you had the house all to yourself while they were gone.

Which meant spending time with Danny every single night.

He hadn’t left your house all week. You two had purchased enough food and drinks to last the entire time. Lying to friends that you had gone with your parents and that Danny was off visiting some distant relatives for the week had meant you two were golden.

Danny hardly let you out of his sight the entire time. Having christened the entire home, you two were laid in your living room on the final night, drunk on champagne you had purchased for brunch, but ended up not using for that purpose. Never having reached brunch.

The fireplace was the only light source in the room, tv playing lowly in the back, you were sat atop Danny’s lap, bottle in hand and swigging from it. He was speechless, seeing you in this light, nude on his lap and seeing you unbelievably happy.

The happiest he was sure he had ever seen you. The happiest he had ever been. He didn’t understand what he was feeling as he watched you. Relief? Content? Love?

No, of course not. It wouldn’t make sense. It didn’t in his mind. That’s why he tabled it, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, just wanting to spend the time he had with you, with you. No pressure, no anxiety, no expectations. Just the time you two spent together where it was just you two.

What summer was for you, it was for Danny. You were summer.

When Thanksgiving came, you were nervous. Extremely nervous to even be attempting to do this in front of your family and closest friends. In front of Danny. Everyone was warm and welcome to offer a seat at the table for your new partner. Nothing serious you noted, but wanting to get your mother off your back about bringing someone home, you bit the bullet and drug him along with you.

Now as you felt eyes burning a hole into the side of your head, you were wracked with regret. You knew it was going to be hurtful to him. That’s why you didn’t want to do it, but how could you explain whatever your situation was with Danny to them? You couldn't, which is exactly why you brought this guy.

Danny had never experienced these feelings before. Jealousy, sadness, anger to this degree. But he had to be fine with this because you weren’t his to put some sort of ridiculous claim on. No matter how much he wanted to.

You weren’t his.

Back when I was living for the hope of it all

Carrying on with life was proving to be much more complicated than you had intended. If you knew this would be the outcome, you wouldn’t have gone in the first place. Moping around your home was proving futile to your mental health.

Go figure, right?

Curled up on your couch, you were startled when a pounding came from your front door. It was late, way too late for someone to just be casually showing up at your home. Slowly approaching the door, they knocked again, making you jump back just a couple of feet.

“Bug!”

Instantly standing up straight at the voice, you threw the door open. Danny stood there, clearly nervous to be standing at your front door. His eyes were bouncing around at you and the surroundings, your mouth agape like an idiot.

Blinking rapidly, you came back to your senses and fully opened the door and moved for him to come in as you grabbed his arm. “What-what the hell are you doing here? Why didn’t you call me? What’s going on?” You were rapid firing the questions off and as you went to ask another, he cut you off.

“I shouldn’t have let you get on that plane.”

You shut up. Facing him in utter confusion at his words, hearing the strained tone in which he spoke. Shaking your head, you didn't know what to say back. “I love you.” Was the next thing out of his mouth that nearly had you collapsing onto the floor.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked up at him to see him crossing the room to you. His hands cupped your cheeks as the tears fell down them. The tremble in his hands nearly disappeared entirely the moment he got his hands on you.

“I love you, bug and I know you love me.” Your chin wobbled at his words, vision blurred from the continuous stream. “I shouldn’t have let you get on that plane. I’m not watching you leave me again. I can’t do it.” His mouth was set as he finished, refusing to accept any but your confession of love.

Your hands went to his wrists, grabbing at the familiar skin that you missed dearly. “You are mine. You’ve been mine since we were teenagers! I love you and you’re not leaving me again.” You sniffed, trying to find your voice to respond to him.

“I love you.” You finally squeaked out. His eyes shut, relief flowing from his veins at the admission. Bringing you to him, he connected you both in a needy mess. It was all you two needed.

To be with one another past summer. Because despite Danny being summer, you knew that he was yours year round. And you were ready to stake that claim.

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Any tips for a first date? - Makeup,Hair,Outfit Ideas💋Plus mannerisms,do’s and don’ts 💅🏾

First Date Tips💕

Disclaimer: Everyone has their preferences but this is what I find to make the most sense 🩷

General Beauty Tips:

Stick to what you know. This isn’t the time to try something new with your look. You want to be as confident as possible.

Play up your best features. For example, more blush to accentuate your cheekbones or lip liner for stronger lips.

Less is more. People across all identities can generally agree on this. While we do want to have some sense of glamour, we never want to overdo it.

Wear comfortable shoes! You never know what y'all could end up doing.

Bring gum or portable mouthwash with you. You need to make sure that breath is FRESH. You don't want something stuck in your teeth either... yikes!

Put powder in your purse so you can go touch up. I suggest going to the bathroom at least once to double check on yourself or at least have a mirror to look at yourself in.

Mannerisms, Do's & Don'ts:

DON'T: Chew with your mouth wide open! If you are talking and your mouth is full, cover your mouth with your hand as you speak.

DO: Put your cloth in your lap so no crumbs/etc spill all over your outfit.

DO: Wipe your mouth with your cloth/napkin.

DO: Make eye contact if you can, if not look between their eyes lol. But eye contact is the most powerful thing on a first date.

DON'T: Go on a date you're uncomfortable with. If they want to walk around a park and that freaks you out, say so.

DON'T: Feel pressured to have your date a certain way. Whatever is YOUR preference, stick to that. But DO be open to creative date ideas.

DO: Engage in creative conversations. Small talk can get tiresome after a while. It helps a LOT if you guys have been on the phone/Facetiming up until this point because it makes it less awkward.

DON'T: Talk about how badly you want a relationship. It's not wise to show desperation, from you or the other person lol.

DO: have a friend you trust and keep them up to date on the entire date. That friend or family member should be ready if something goes wrong. But that friend or family member should also be hyping you up!

DON'T: let them know how much you've been FBI stalking this person. Background checks are imperative, but they don't need to KNOW you've done this let alone dug through their tweets dating back to 7 years ago lol.

DON'T: even think about doing drugs! You need to be SOBER! Unless this is your partner, I DO NOT recommend drinking on this date!!!

DON'T: Overly judge, psychoanalyze or nitpick this individual. AVOID getting too personal omg. While you do want to hit important topics and need to (cause what if they're an incel lol), keep it light and positive. Some reservations DO need to be kept to yourself to not make it overly awkward for both of you.

DON'T: even think about talking about that ex! Better yet, don't tell them anything about them except that it was good and y'all decided to go separate ways. I wouldn't share that something might've occurred until y'all are way more personable. I know it's HARD, but you don't know this person girl!

DO: Use discernment and keep your guard up.

DO: Keep things light, soft, and feminine. You have the power. Don't cuss too much (unless y'all are friends like that), don't go off about things that you hate, just chill. They need to walk away wondering about you rather than thinking about everything you've said.

Things to consider:

As far as the touch barrier, it's all about the vibes you personally have. How personable are you and the other person? What happens after this date is your choice. Only do what YOU are comfortable with.

Have you both been talking up until this point? Personally, I like to talk on the phone for a few days before and familiarize myself. Texting is not the vibes. Y'all are not pen pals!

Have you vetted this individual before this date? What are their views on paying for dates? Are they the romantic type? Have they shown any red flags up until this point? If you haven't vetted them, get ready to. AND DON'T GO EASY ON THEM JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE LONELY! THEY ARE REPLACEABLE! 😭

Make a list of your icks! Are they a sloppy eater? Do they show manners during dinner to the waitress/etc? If doing an activity, do they include you, or are they more worried about themselves? Make a list of what you expect to see also. For example, I expect at least the bare minimum: told I'm beautiful, flowers on a first date, and for the door to be opened lol.

What is the safety level here? Are the two of you acquainted enough for you to get in their car? Remember, this is objectively a stranger (unless otherwise proven). What are the plans that y'all have? The safest rule is to ALWAYS drive yourself in case something goes wrong, and always go somewhere well-lit. Don't drive too far out, either... that shows inconsideration on their behalf for your well-being.

What is the relationship you have with this person? Do they show intention with you even while y'all aren't out and about? Have they made their intentions clear?

If you are comfortable enough, plan the next date. If not, politely remove yourself. Everything weighs on behavior even BEFORE the date, in my opinion.

Here is a bit of a mood board for the first date. Have fun, girl, and just relax. Keep these things in mind but remember YOU are the one they are pursuing, not the other way around. YOU hold the world in your hands. Don't ever go through things as if you need to impress this person. Do THEY impress you? Food for thought. Keep me updated! 🎀

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imkittyjustkitty · 1 year

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② are we dancing after death?

🔱 — i'd meet the sea ༄ ⠀finnick odair x gn!tribute!reader ⚔️ 🔖) [one] CHAPTER TWO [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] [eight]

chapter synopsis; The Quarter Quell nears. warnings; blood & veins mentioned once or twice, implied/mentioned prostitution (doesn't happen to reader), reader imagines strangling someone, like one swear word A/N; paragraphs in italics are flashbacks, i got a bit excited about mentioning other canonical district 10 victors (plus an oc who may or may not show up later 👀), i'm also not too sure how mentors are chosen for the games each year? also i just want to say thank you so much for the support on the first chapter, it makes me so happy to know people are enjoying this series as much as i am!!

It's warm, as it always is in District 10. It may be winter and the temperature is noticeably colder, but you still find that walking around outside with a warm coat on does more discomfort for you than if you were to walk around in the vaguely-cold weather without it.

It's been almost seven years since you'd entered the arena and emerged from the other side a victor. Since then your life in 10 has been undeniably empty, a lonely existence that seems to only serve as a reminder that tiptoes dangerously on the border of a punishment.

You've even found yourself looking forward to the games, if only for the possibility of being chosen as a mentor that year and being able to see.. a certain someone.

You'd met Finnick a couple years ago, when some very enthusiastic 'fans' of yours had practically begged some rich public figure in the Capitol to invite you to a party they were holding. They'd said it was an invite you were free to decline (Though it would 'break their hearts' if you did), but when a group of peacekeepers showed up at your doorstep the morning you were expected to take a train to the Capitol, it was made very apparent you had no choice but to play along with the rich snobs who had demanded your attendance.

You couldn't bring yourself to care too much, very well aware that you were not special in any regard in this situation, victors don't get a day of rest if even one Capitol citizen decides they want you around. You supposed you could even go as far as to say you were lucky, considering they didn't ask for anything other than your attendance.

The Capitol is suffocating, though that should be no surprise. The lights are bright and music beats out of speakers like thick blood pumping through heavy veins.

Your surroundings pound against your walls, a heavy throbbing in your head as you try to seclude yourself to a corner of the giant roof-top party. Your outfit — a 'gift' from a particularly enthusiastic designer — is as ugly as it gets, a green shade that resembles animal faeces more than the it does the tree leaves in 7 that the designer was undoubtedly trying to replicate. It sticks like honey, clinging to every inch of your skin that it covers, almost like a portable prison cell as you try and fail to even lift your arm above your waist.

You calm your frustration by imagining a scenario in which you can rip this fabric prison right off your body and strangle the woman who practically forced you into it.

You'd never do it, but — as some bright red drink that you haven't taken a single sip of sits in your hand heavy like a a threat begging to be heeded, and the world around you is completely out of control full of people who view you as less of a human and more of an accessory, — it doesn't hurt to daydream a little.

You're aware of your resting facial expressions usually resembling that of someone planning a murder — which to be fair is rather accurate right now — so as you notice a shadow in the vague form of a person approaching you, you prepare yourself for the same overused ice-breakers that tipsy Capitol citizens seem to love so much.

What catches you off guard, is the when the figure simply rests against the same wall you're leaning on beside you, not yet saying a word. You blink quickly, trying to clear the fog in your eyes to see who stands beside you.

You think that maybe this stranger finds the silence comforting, maybe they're just trying to get away from the loudness and crowdedness of the party like you. But for you, the silence is anything but comforting, the fact this person has not said a word to explain why they're now standing with you, and you can't even make out who they are in the dim lighting and fog that's building up behind your eyes all night, only scares you.

It's a whisper straight into the wind — when the stranger finally talks — almost like a test to see if you care enough to listen. You do.

He says your first and last name quietly, not like a greeting but rather just a statement void of any goal.

And then he introduces himself, Finnick Odair. You can tell he's known since the moment his eyes landed on you that you're not a Capitol citizen, he says he doesn't make a point to remember the names of every victor that gets tossed aside and forgotten by the Capitol, but he recognises you.

You recognise him too, by name. He had been someone your mother had compared you to late one night, a boy who had won the games so young, just like you were meant to.

But now he wasn't a young boy you'd resented for less than a moment after being basically told he was everything you weren't. In fact, he was better company than anyone you'd met in your whole life.

You carefully make your way through District 10, the wide fields and twisting footpaths granting you a world where for a moment you can pretend you're the only one here, that beyond blades of grass and unstable barns sits only empty land and freedom.

And then your feet hit the pavement of the Victor's village, your silent bubble immediately broken as the sounds of life and activity echo through the rows of houses.

You can hear the sounds of footsteps hitting the ground, and slight conversation mixes with the wind as you watch your neighbours living their lives around you.

The house closest to your left is dusty and not well-kept — as it always has been — the only sign of life being the open curtains, which slightly reveal an old woman by the name of Tule standing with her hands leaning against a kitchen bench, and a slightly taller old man — Greir — sitting on a stiff armchair in front of a television, both undoubtedly preparing for what everyone else is.

To your right, is the Yule household. The houses in the Victor's Village are big, spacious in a way that makes you feel lonely, but in a way that has served yet another victor; Phox — and her family — very well. You can hear through the slightly opened windows that most of them must be gathered in the living room too.

Neighbouring Phox's home, is Karter Breer's, District 10's most recent victor. They won 3 years ago, a year which you couldn't remember anything about other than who won. You know very little about Karter — you've slowly learnt little things here and there about your other fellow victors purely from living near them for so long, and Karter's only lived here for a shorter time than you — but you expect that once their extents of self-isolation lessen and they leave the house more, you'll know just as much about them as you do about every member of Phox's family.

As you keep walking — your shoes hitting the uneven concrete rather ungracefully — you pass an empty house or two, Tule's home, and even the home of Alto; possibly the only other inhabitant of this row of houses who can compete against Karter for loneliest Victor.

You pass more houses — at least four — until you reach yours. It sits right in the corner of the tall fences that surrounds the community here, purposefully as far away from the entrance gate and all your neighbours' houses.

You unlock the front door and try not to wince as it creaks loudly. The inside of your house is undeniably yours. As much as you isolate yourself, you're still human, and you've still slowly made this place your own... and possibly in the process made it Finnick's too.

One of the details that makes it very clear that this house — while you may still be the only one who lives in it — is not yours alone, is the ribbons.

They're tied to chair legs and door handles, each one taking you back to all the moments in which Finnick had tied the different colours around your hair, or wrapped around your wrist like a homemade bracelet, or even daintily tied around your finger when you weren't looking.

They admittedly look a bit tacky, they make your house look almost unkempt to anyone else. But to you, they make this hollow shell of a building more of a home, or at least a reminder of a home you do have, even if it may not be right here.

"Someone is staring."

You don't want to say it any more than he wants to hear it, but the Capitol woman that can't be any more than a few years older than you and Finnick hasn't stopped watching the two of you since she's noticed you.

The ghost of his hand moves away from yours just slightly, an inaudible sigh leaving his lips.

"I should leave..” He whispers to you, making no move to actually walk away.

He’s right, there’s people everywhere, you may not be the only Victors in attendance — although you’re definitely the only ones who look like one of you is about to get down on their knees and ask for the other’s hand in marriage — but that doesn’t mean there's no eyes on you.

You’ve known this all night — known that you’re constantly under surveillance here — but you and Finnick haven’t seen each other in months, haven't been able to speak let alone hold one another. You can’t decide whether you regret risking it all like this or not, him just being close to you feeling like a good enough reason to risk it all.

You don’t answer him, you don't usually do, in a world where you could say so much but have so little time to do so, it grows overwhelming. So your solution is simply say nothing.

Finnick knows this, and loves you for it — not despite — but he also knows that though while you may not say it, you want him to stay with you in this moment where you'll pretend that all is well, even though you both know you shouldn't.

There is a whisper, one purposefully intended to only be audible to you.

"See you later."

Simple. To the point. No room for argument. But you can see, for the fraction of a moment that Finnick's eyes stay on yours and he smiles ever so slightly, there is something more left unsaid.

There's an 'i love you' within that phrase which holds such certainty that you can't help but believe he means it. There's a 'stay safe' almost as a light joke but also meant with full seriousness. And then, for only split second now lost to time, there's a flicker of a sorrowful reality, of something that tells you you both know that later could very well be years.

Later could be later tonight, it could be a moment where you run into each other leaving the party, where you get a chance to pretend no one needs to say goodbye again. Later could be within months, where you could both be chosen as mentors for your districts. Later could be within weeks, one of you could just drop dead at any moment, the other would have to beg and plead to even be allowed into the district where the funeral would be held.

Yet for a moment, it's like Finnick has walked back over to hold your hands in his again, as you mindlessly fidget and simply stare at nothing, your movements freeze when you feel something new around your skin.

And there, wrapped around your pointer finger, is a small yellow ribbon tied in a bow, no doubt the same ribbon that was wrapped around the glass Finnick had been holding not long before.

You may be reading into it too much — as you fiddle with the ribbon, refusing to untie it — but it feels like a promise. That while yes, later will come one way or another no matter how much you try to stop it, but maybe — for now — there is comfort in that.

You can't help but be excited for whatever parties that will be thrown in the coming days, if just to see him as soon as possible.

Your thoughts are only of the possibility of seeing Finnick soon as you walk through the echoing halls of your house, pulling your jacket off tiredly and laying it on the first flat surface you see, then moving to pull your slowly-falling-apart shoes off from your sore feet.

The mundanity of the ritual brings a sort of comfort, your house and dull clothes an unchanging factor in your life (No matter how much several parts of your outfits have been slowly unravelling from unkind weather and getting caught on fences).

For a moment you just stand in the foyer, not too far from the front door. Thoughts don't really cross through your mind as you stand there dully, your gaze simply zoning out where you stand.

A buzz and sudden music coming from your living room pushes you out of this state, your steps calm and un-rushed as you move through your house to eventually find your television showing you the beginnings of a Capitol broadcast.

You sit down on the couch in front of it, slightly leaning forward as to not miss what will soon be said.

Quarter Quells are scary, they're unpredictable, but something deep inside you says it will all be okay, because soon you will see Finnick again at whatever trashy party you're both invited to, and you won't have to give less of a shit about the games.

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