#( honey — 🔖 )

[rheeblogs]

★ — PIT STOP

★ — pairing: trucker!abby x fem!gas station clerk

★ — your boring job brought old men, homeless people, and little kids maxing out their parents cards on candy. but when she came in, your stomach turned inside out. | fyi, i'm aware most trucks don't have backseats or anything 😭, but let's imagine for the plot period

★ — warnings: southern!abby, strap-on sex, car sex, dirty talk

🔖 — moodboard by me :)

The hum of fluorescent lights overhead buzzed softly as you stood behind the counter, absentmindedly flipping through a magazine. The little gas station was quiet tonight, save for the occasional car rolling in to fill up. You didn't mind the solitude, though--it gave you the chance to enjoy the peaceful hum of the night.

But that peace shattered when the low rumble of a diesel engine filled the air.

You looked up just as a massive, dusty, semi-truck rolled into the parking lot. Its headlight cut through the darkness, and it came to a halt right in front of the store. Moments later, the driver's door creaked open, and down climbed a woman who seemed like she'd stepped right out of a trucker-themed romance novel.

She was tall, built like she spent half her life wrestling grizzly bears, and had a confidence in her swagger that could stop traffic. Blonde hair peeked out from under a well-worn baseball cap, and her Southern accent was thick as molasses when she spoke.

"Evenin''," she drawled, stepping through the glass door. Her blue eyes locked onto you immediately, a slow, crooked grin spreading across her face.

"Good evenin," you said, smiling politely, though you couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat. She was... gorgeous, in a rugged, intimidating kind of way.

"Damn," she said, stopping in her tracks as she looked you over. Her eyes roamed shamelessly, lingering a second too long on the curve of your hips and the swell of your tits before flicking back up to your face. "Didn't think I'd be gettin' a view like this at sum' gas station inna middle of nowhere."

Your cheeks flushed immediately, and you stammered. "I--I think you're lookin' for the snacks. They're over there." You pointed toward the aisle, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck.

Abby chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made your stomach flip. "Oh, darlin', I'm not lookin' for snacks. Especially when somethin' as sweet as you is in front of me."

You blinked, your lips parting slightly in surprise. Most of the truckers who rolled through were gruff and standoffish, more interested in their coffee than conversation. But this one? She was relentless.

"I, uh..." you trailed off, not sure how to respond.

Abby stepped closer, leaning an elbow on the counter. The scent of diesel fuel and a faint hint of cologne wafted off of her. "You're a pretty lil' thing, ma'am."

"Thank you," you said, almost too softly.

"It's no problem, honey. You got the kinda face that can make a girl forget she's been drivin' for sixteen hours straight," Abby said, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "And don't even get me started on that body of yours. Lord have mercy."

You couldn't help it--you laughed, a flustered, nervous sound. "Do you always flirt with gas station clerks, or am i just special?"

"Oh, you're special, all right," she said, her grin widening. "Reckon I'd remember a face like yours anywhere."

You shook your head, biting your lip to hide your smile. "What do you want, Abby?"

Her eyebrows rose in mock surprise. "What makes you think my name's Abby?"

"Your truck's got "Anderson's Logistics'' painted on the side, nd' your nametag has an 'Abby' patch in bold letters." You said, gesturing to the embroidery.

"Sharp, too. I like that," Abby said, straightening up. "But if you must know, I came in for a coffee. Black. And maybe your number, if you're feeling generous.

Your face grew hotter at her boldness. "Coffee's over there," you said, pointing to the back.

Abby chuckled again but did you said, sauntering over to the coffee machine with the same easy confidence. She poured herself a cup, took a long sip, and then returned to the counter.

"Not bad," she said, placing a couple crumpled bills on the counter. "But I think this place just became my new favorite spot. Couldn't imagine why."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. "Whatever, Abby."

"You wanna take a ride?" Abby asks you abruptly, gesturing to the door.

"In your truck?" You asked, a sly smile creeping on your face.

"Sure, that too."

----

"God, honey. Your body fits my lap perfectly, huh?" Abby teases, as you adjust yourself on her muscular thighs, the friction from your jean shorts making you eager.

"You do this every pit stop?" You ask, your hands placed on her shoulders to hold your balance.

"No ma'am. I told you, you're special, darlin'." She tells you, looking you deep into your eyes, hers a piercing blue. "But enough talkin'. I got sumthin' in my back seat, if you're down for that kinda thing."

And with that, you climb out of her lap and into the backseat, your cheetah print thong peeking out, following a smack to your ass from Abby.

She damn near tears your tanktop off, leaving your chest clad in your matching cheetah print bra, and the shoulder tattoo with words 'Angel' black and bold, close to your collarbone.

"Angel, huh?" Abby says, biting her lip.

You nod, tilting your head, giving her access to you neck. She starts to kiss it slowly, taking in your scent of woody vanilla, getting sweeter everytime she works her way up or down.

"You smell s'good, honey." Abby says, easily lifting you back onto her lap. Her hands fly to the back of your bra, unclasping it with ease.

"Fuck, Abby. You're s'strong." Her hands are on your hips, forcing you to grind on her lap, making your pussy wetter by the second.

"Lay back, honey."

----

Abby's kisses are tender, yet demanding. She kisses with so much passion, like you were the only girl she needed in her life. Who knew a pit stop would make her this crazy?

You're laying in her backseat, leg propped up over her shoulder, as she grips your thighs and sloppily eats you out.

"Pussy's sweeter than honey, darlin'." She says, her voice sending chills into your clit, the vibrations stimulating you more than she was alone.

"Mmm..--just like that, Abby, fuck." Your manicured hands scratch her scalp, the semi-neat braid coming undone in the process. Abby makes eye contact with you, gripping your thighs tighter.

It's almost as if Abby learns your body quickly, the way her tongue thrusts in and out of your pussy, leaving your legs quivering after every movement.

She stops, leaving you confused.

"Under the seat, that box. Grab it." You look around for a second, spotting a black box covered by a jean jacket under her seat. You move the jacket and open the box--revealing a seven-inch clear strap.

"It's new, I promise. Haven't gotten a chance to use it yet."

You look at the strap and back at Abby, who has a very convincing look on her face.

"Then, fuck me with it, Abby."

----

Abby secured the harness around her waist, trying to make sure not to hit her head on the roof of the truck in the process. It was veiny, girthy, and looked like it could absolutely ruin you.

She grabs your hips, letting you hover over her lap, watching you let your panties that originally were pooling at your ankles, fall to the truck's surprisingly clean floor.

"You wanna' ride this shit, honey?" She says, still holding your hips steady.

You nod your head up and down, and slowly sink onto her strap.

"Yeaaaah... sink on it, darlin'. Just like that." Her praises were making your head spin, and the way her strap felt so deep inside of you almost felt like it was attached to her.

Abby jerks up, letting the rest of her inches sink of inside you.

You grind against her, the pleasure almost bringing you to tears. Your rhythm steadies, the rocking of your hips sending Abby into orbit. The base of the strap is hitting her clit, causing her hands to grow tighter around your ass.

"Fuckin' me like you mean it, huh baby?" Her voice. Her accent. Her everything. You were so close, beginning to go from grinding to practically jumping on her dick, feeling your stomach start to heat up.

"Mmmph.., I'm--fuck, Abby.. close." That's all Abby needed to hear. She takes a firm grip on your hips, and roughly fucks her strap inside of you.

"Yeah, angel. Take this fuckin'.. dick," Abby starts, throwing her head back as the base of the strap hits her pussy just right.

"I'm--Abby.." You manage to moan out.

"All over me, honey. Fuckin' cum on my shit." She pounds into you, the both of you gushing, all over her lap.

"You truly are an angel, miss." Abby says, holding you close as you catch your breath.

You put your clothes back on, checking your phone's time. Twenty minutes. Not too bad.

"I really gotta get back on the clock." You say, giving Abby your phone to insert her number in.

"I understand, darlin', so do I. I had a great time." She smiles, fixing her tight white tee to put her jacket back on.

"I did too, Anderson." Abby leans in to kiss you, almost as if she could get used to doing this more often. You climb out of her truck and make way back into the gas station.

"Drive safe, Abby."

"Oh, don't you worry about bout' me, honey," she said, tipping her hat slightly as she started the engine. "I'll be back here soon enough. Just don't go breakin' hearts in the meantime, alright?"

"I'll call you after my shift, Anderson."

"Perfect."

And as the roar of her truck faded into the distance, you realized you were already looking forward to her next pit stop.

🏷️ — @rosemariiaa, @d3arapril

[kairoot]

the hide my bfs here prank one with jay is so real 😭😭 i cant wait to see the break up one 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hopefully u don’t plan on making it too angsty or anything :00

enhypen, break-up prank ꒰♡︎꒱ . ⁺

genre: fluff, a little emotional but not too angsty!

warnings: mentions of ending a relationship, nothing too much, jay’s is a text message oneshot

requested: yes!

pairing: enha x gn!reader

author’s note: of course, i didn’t plan for this to be too angsty, mainly all jokes! 😽💕

🔖 — heeseung.

instantly turns into a confused Bambi

doesn’t take you seriously at first

but then he’s kinda worried

a rollercoaster of emotions tbh

esp after you tell him it’s a prank

heeseung had noticed that you were acting weird all day. whenever he went to kiss you you didn’t kiss back, or when he talked to you your responses were short. he wasn’t sure what it was.

as he entered the room, he saw you sitting at the edge, scrolling through movies on the tv.

he sat on his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“love?” he called, your gaze not on him but you could feel his on you. you gave a half-hearted hum, eyes still on the tv.

“is there something wrong?”

“hee,” you started, putting the remote down. “i think we should break up.”

his heart sunk for a moment. that was so random, you weren’t serious right?

“babe,” he laughed a bit, taking your hand in his. “seriously, what’s wrong?”

you finally look down at him, a sour look on your face. his expression changed, doe eyes now sparkling up at you.

“did I.. did I do something?”

the prank didn’t last very long since you weren’t able to resist the look in his eyes.

“oh, baby,” you wrapped your arms around him, cooing. ok, now he was really confused..

“i was joking honey, i can’t leave you.”

that made his insides all fuzzy. but he was still indeed, confused.

🔖 — jay.

confused pt2

esp when you call him by his first name

is lowkey upset

he’s in denial

cause how are you gonna try to break up with THE park jongseong??

over text too??!

will not let you “break up” with him

🔖 — jake.

might actually break down in tears

he’s a bit emotional guys

is literally going through a list of things he did in his day to check if he did anything wrong

shut him up with kisses please before he starts panicking

definitely don’t try this prank on him again

“hey, babe-“ jake sat next to you on the couch, going in for a kiss. he stopped his sentence though, when you dodged the smooch he was about to give you.

“jake, omg this is why i wanna break up with you.” you playfully rolled your eyes. his turned into puppy ones, now leaning away from you slowly.

“w-what? did i do something? am i being too touchy? clingy? did i forget to put the seat down? did-“

he began to rant before you grabbed his face in both of your hands and brought your lips to his soft plump ones.

he made a confused noise but still melted into the kiss.

“I’m confused.” his words were muffled by your lips still on his, his hands coming to rest where yours remained on the sides of his face.

“i can never prank you.”

🔖 — sunghoon.

smug.

knows you’re not serious

cause once again, how are you gonna leave HIM?

does not take you seriously

“hoon, we should end this.” you said to him, leaning on the countertop in your kitchen. he stood at the stove, attempting to make dinner for the both of you.

“what, me trying not to burn dinner?” he chuckled a bit, that deep laugh making your cheeks warm. you tried not to get distracted by his charm and continue with the prank.

“no, our relationship.”

he snorted, not sparing you a glance, “y/n, please.”

“what?”

“you love me way too much to leave me. i’m just too handsome and lovable.” he shrugged, continuing to stir around dinner in his pan.

“you’re no fun, sunghoon.”

🔖 — sunoo.

ok?

then leave?

will not complain 😹

only cause he knows you’re not serious

if you were, he’d obviously talk to you abt it

but because he’s not fooled by your little jokes anymore he’s like fine 🤷🏽‍♀️

“sunoo, we should break up.”

“okay.” he responded from the sofa, scrolling through his phone. he didn’t even look up at you, just shrugging his shoulders when he answered.

“okay?” your mouth was agape as you laughed a bit.

“mhm. bye-bye.” he waved somewhere in your direction, still not looking up from his phone.

“SUNOO, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT FOR ME.”

“nah, im good.”

🔖 — jungwon.

is like wtf

wdym break up

what did he do?

lowkey has a hard time processing what you just said

you walk side by side with jungwon up to the library the two of you would be studying at. you stopped outside of the door, a faux pout on your face.

“what’s wrong, love?” jungwon stopped to look at your face as your gaze seemed to be on the ground.

you turned to him, “wonie, we need to break up.”

“what?” his eyebrows furrowed below his beanie. he shifted on one foot, eyes still on you as he tried to process the words that escaped your lips. the words he never, ever wanted to hear.

“we have to break up.”

“y/n, did you seriously bring me all the way here just to tell me that?” now he sounded irritated, his jaw clenching.

you finally looked up to see his expression, actually feeling bad now.

“no, baby, im just joking.” you hid your giggle with a small smile, wrapping your arms around his torso.

he sighed, shaking his head while mirroring your smile. he placed a hand on your head while the other came to wrap around you.

“come on, we’ve got some studying to do.”

🔖 — ni-ki.

wants to take you serious when he sees your face but he just can’t

ki is the prank master, he can see right through your little jokes

is like, “you? wanna leave me? yea ok 😹”

clowns you 100%

ni-ki plops on your bed, ready to share different details about your day when he notices your expression.

“what?” he lifts his head, propping himself on his elbows.

you sigh, not looking up, “i wanna break up.”

there was a loud silence before it was interrupted by ni-ki’s loud laugh. he cackled for a good while, grasping his stomach as you looked at him like he was crazy.

“are you really laughing right now?”

“i-im sorry, it’s just-“ he snorted, laughing even harder this time. you sat there, arms folded. you could never fool someone who could pull pranks better than you.

⟢ milan’s notes: another short reaction im sorry 😞

taglist: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura (message or comment to be added)

[weoris]

HONEY & COTTON

제이크 headcannon + drabble — soft boyfriend jake! 𐙚 𓈒 ݁ requested soft hours gn!reader , idol au , live-in-boyfriend , established relationship cw. sweat mint-choco popcorn.. skinship kissing playful nicknames coffee six hundred words clickhere!

sim jaeyun as your boyfriend

no matter the time or situation, you’re always on his mind. when he’s feeling down, he reminds himself of your encouraging words and trust in him. when he’s at practice, his members have to deal with his whining about not being able to see you. when he even catches sight of a mere picture of you, it’s like the outside world drowns out — and his whole world becomes you.

Jake whined for the hundredth time in the past 2 hours, making Jay already roll his eyes before he spoke. “Mm~ I miss Y/n..” Jake pouts, resting his head on Jay’s shoulder. “I know you miss Y/n.. we all know you miss Y/n.. but you’re so damn sweaty and clingy- god help me!” Jay replies, pushing his friend’s head off his shoulder.

The latter huffs and pouts even more. “Punk.. Y/n wouldn’t complain about my sweat.” He crosses his arms. “We all are sweating! It’s not even that bad..” Heeseung raises an eyebrow at Jake’s words. He takes a whiff of his wet shirt and gives them both a stubborn look. “Yeah.. ok.. whatever..”

love-deprived jake can be such a clingy mess. when you walk into a room, it’s like his eyes light up. he loves the way your eyes immediately search for him in any room he’s present, which doesn’t last long since he immediately tackles you in a hug.

now that you two live together, he wonders how he could’ve ever lived with 6 other guys when he could’ve been living in paradise with you. there’s not a lot of time spent together because of hectic schedules, but it just makes those moments more special.

“Mmm.. where did you go..” Jake mumbled into your shoulder as he hugged you from behind. his hair and mind still messy and sleepy as he pressed a few gentle pecks against your shoulder like second-nature. “Honey..” you chuckled and brushed his hair with your fingers as your other hand stirred your coffee. “You just woke up..” you hummed at him.

eyes still closed, he gave you another cute smile as he snuggled closer to your back. “I know~ that’s the point.. I can’t sleep without my love..” he giggled as he nuzzled his head into your neck, making you chuckle from the tickling sensation.

and believe me, he’s the biggest drama queen when it comes to his friends. using you like a shield is basically a part of the ‘boyfriend jake kit’, and all of his friends can tell. but he was clever, he knew you were a simp for him and couldn’t say no to whatever he asked for.

As sunghoon continues cursing out Jake, the latter smiles teasingly. “How could you let me lose?? I was this close to winning, you brat!” sunghoon says angrily, rolling his eyes. “Ahh! Y/n, help! Hoon is yelling at me!” Jake playfully teases, holding your arm in front of him as protection while he playfully grins at sunghoon, making you laugh and ruffle his hair.

“Guys.. I can’t buy every one of you different types of popcorn. And no, Sunoo, I’m not making a new type of artisan mint-chocolate popcorn either.” You huff, sighing after all the guys had complained about needing to share the popcorn you had bought from the grocery store. They pouted and muttered apologies. “Hmph.. yea guys, don’t be so selfish.” Jake says in a petty voice, when he himself was the one who strongly insisted on getting his own batch of snacks. You sighed again, but with a smile this time.. you couldn’t help it.. your boyfriend was too adorable..

but something about him, you really could not help it.. he was sweet like honey and as soft as cotton..

© weoris | tumblr.

XiNYi 的 🔖 i know it’s over-said, but he’s such a golden retriever, it’s so crazy TT i think he’s just naturally the cutest boy on earth. seeing him act so cute with hee makes me crazy literally !!

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[messylustt]

thank u for the tag honey <3 @poutysprouty (just came on here randomly and briefly, and thought this was cute (even though months later aha) miss u babe xx

this or that !!

coffee or tea || early bird or night owl (i’m a mess in the morning) || chocolate or vanilla || 🍵🧾🍧

spring or fall || silver or gold (but I wear both honestly) || pop or alternative (again more so both) || 📀🕯️🎞️

freckles or dimples (only since I have them. but i’d DIE for freckles eee) || snakes or sharks (anything underwater noooo) || mountains or fields (picture an indie teen film picnic) || 🫧🧺🐚

thunder or lightning (gotta have both honestly) || egyptian mythology or greek mythology || ivory or scarlet || 🚏🎐🃏

flute or lyre || opal or diamond || butterflies or honeybees (even if I freak) || 🎧🪕🤍

macarons or eclairs (used to make them in school) || typewritten or handwritten || secret garden or secret library (even though I love the secret garden movie) || 📃🕰️🍥

rooftop or balcony || spicy or mild || opera or ballet || 🩰🚬💷

london or paris || vincent van gogh or claude monet || denim or leather (bring me to the 80s/90s) || 🗞️🔖💭

potions or spells (i’m a witch duh) || ocean or desert || mermaids or sirens (even if they scare me) || masquerade ball or cocktail party || 💮⛲️🕸️

no pressure tags <3 @mirophobic @sirenspearrl @moremaybank @pearlsinmyhair @bellybumm @cultrise

[chaeoniz]

i missed you too omg 😭✋🏻 why do we always talk whenever i plan to bake that day… it’s uncanny.

ooh, girl don't you stop 🗣️🔊🎶 don't you stop 'til you get enough hanni :3 🗣️🔊🎶oh, hanni hanni pie 🙂‍↕️ (honey) 🗣️🔊🎶 honey, honey, honeypie 🗣️🔊🎶 — chae ! 💌

CHAEE 🥹🥹🥹

[imkittyjustkitty]

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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[clndstn-headmates]

Hii! I'd like to request a Mituna Captor introject!

Feel free to add anything at all (go overboard if you wish, NullIDs/TrisIDs/ForcedIDs/Scentic/Bloodic ect) to the fields!

Preferably more skater/chaotic themed then bee/honey since that's usually the way Captors are presented :3

Names: Mituna, Mason

Age: Chrono 19

Pronouns: He

Genders: Demiboy, Transmasc

Sexuality: AroAce

Source: Homestuck

Species: Troll

Role: Internal Soother

TransIDs: TransSchizophrenic, TransHarmed, TransGroomed, TransGoldBlood

CisIDs: CisFluffyHair, CisSkater, CisAutism, CisADHD

Paras: any (excluding MAP, necro or zoo please)

This was fun, I hope you enjoy him. Feel free to change anything.

-Mod Max

Names: Mituna, Mason

Age: chrono 19

Pronouns: he/him

Genders: demiboy, transmasc, dirtbagteenboy

Sexuality: aroace

Source: Homestuck

Species: troll

Role: internal soother

TransIDs: transschizophrenic, transharmed, transgroomed, transgoldblood, teenfluid, nulltraumatized, nullheadaches, nullabled, nullID, transDPDR, transKorean, transJapanese, transChinese, transMalaysian, transVietnamese, transThai, transTaiwanese, transLaotian, transSingaporean, trischronicallyonline, permabloodynose, permahigh, permabruise, permascrape, permabruisedknuckles, divapaddict, transpornaddict, transnosebandage, multiracial, transpiercing, transbassist, polyAsian, ethnicfluid, transhuman, demihuman

CisIDs: cisfluffyhair, cisskater, cisautism, cisADHD, cistics, cisTourette's, cistroll, cishorns, cisdisabled, cisID, cisblackhair, cispsionic, cisenergetic, cischaotic

Paras: fictophile (🔖), plushophile (🧵), objectophile (🛍️), maidophile, animephile, technophile

Appearance:

art1 art2

[pricesprincess]

₊˚ෆ 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒

₊˚ෆ 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒: minx or any sweet names such as baby, sweetie, sweetheart, sweetpea, honey, which I do call others please let me know if you feel uncomfy with it!

₊˚ෆ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠: she/her

₊˚ෆ 𝑒𝑡𝑐: i am very strange and hard to talk too as i never know what to say and i'm just weird but i am very sweet and funny! happy married! serial post deleter, horror/thriller movie fanatic, professional yapper.

₊˚ෆ 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑠/𝑜'𝑠: john, toji, shiu, simon, kyle, johnny, katsuki, draken, enji.

₊˚ෆ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠: sims 4, gaming, anime, john price, makeup, music, iced coffee, toji fushiguro, writing, pink, reading, simon riley, car rides, snow, roleplaying on discord, cold weather, kyle garrick, autumn, drawing, painting, coloring, halloween, soap, sabrina carpenter, shiu kong, when men are men, katsuki bakugo, food.

₊˚ෆ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠: liars, hot weather, hot coffee, bad hair days, wet socks, people who don't like someone based on something they can't change in less than ten seconds or at all, people who text and drive, car problems, antis and haters.

₊˚ෆ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔: dandadan, gossip girl, horror movies, whatever else is on tv, my facebook & tik tok feed.

₊˚ෆ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔: dandadan, bride by ali hazelwood, my #🔖tbr (i need more), my tumblr & facebook & tik tok feed.

₊˚ෆ 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠: ao3 | twitter which is locked down

[petriquors]

FIVE MEALS PT. 2 | Sophomore Year MASTERPOST

You’re baffled when Chikara walks into the library study room. He wrestles with a small mountain in his arms: a collection of books, his backpack that’s halfway fallen off his shoulder, a little bag from the local coffee shop, and two paper cups with tiny blue deer all over them.

“I thought I only wanted tea,” you tease him, grinning as you hold his copy of A Wild Sheep Chase and tilt your head to figure out which cup is your honey green tea.

“I know, I know,” he says when you rush to help him corral all his belongings before something inevitably falls and adds a new stain to the tile floors. “But the muffins looked good. I got you one, too.”

You glance his way, but he’s bent over and wrestling with the old power outlet and his charging cord. “Are we going to be here a while?”

“Probably,” he says like a question while he pops back up to his full height.

“Good,” you quip, “because…”

And then you slide a little brown bag of your own across the table. He glances down at the anthropomorphic bagel character printed on the paper, then back up at you, and then he starts laughing. “You brought breakfast too?”

“I thought we’d be here for a while!” You laugh in your own defense, easily falling into teasing him as he teases you.

“Then I guess we’re here for breakfast and lunch,” he pretends to sigh in resignation. “The book’s pretty long.”

You nod, fighting a smile. “Oh, yeah; this’ll be a few hours at least. We can outline over muffins and then put the presentation together over bagels.”

“We might even need to go for another round of coffee.” He sits, finally, and pulls the muffins from their bag. They’re huge, because of course they are. “Here.”

The muffin fits in your hand and, slowly, you pick away at it—and your project—and then the bagel, and then another run for coffee. It’s odd, you think, that a project that easily could have been painful to get through feels easy and light, the ice broken by the slim-but-delightful odds that both of you woke up this morning and thought to surprise the other with breakfast.

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[sweethoneyrose83]

The person who sent you this wants to make Halloween cocktails with you! 🐈‍⬛

Let’s make a Black Cat Strawberry Margarita! Simple and delicious with a touch of black salt and edible glitter to bring this vision to life. You

Have to try this one at home! Be sure to save it for later 🔖

📥 Say BLACK for the black rimming salt!

Black Cat Margarita

🐈‍⬛ 1-2 muddled strawberries

🐈‍⬛ 2 oz tequila

🐈‍⬛ 1 oz lime juice

🐈‍⬛ ½ oz triple sec

🐈‍⬛ ¼ oz agave

🐈‍⬛ strawberry cat ears*

🐈‍⬛ black salt rim @twang_official

*Strawberry Cat Ears:

🐈‍⬛ honey

🐈‍⬛ black rimming salt

🐈‍⬛ strawberries

Cut the strawberry in half.

Cut small slits to attach them later to the glass.

Dip the outside in honey and then in black salt.

Freeze for best results.

[baba-bee]

★ About Me ★

˙⋆✮ Name ✮⋆˙

🐝 Tobi

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🫂 As a coping mechanism

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🧠 Autism, ADHD, OCD, PTSD, and Bipolar.

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˙⋆✮ Lights ✮⋆˙

💡 Too bright or flashing

˙⋆✮ People ✮⋆˙

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[znialie]

To the most handsome boyfriend in this universe, Aziel Biantara.

09/08/2023 — 09/11/2023🔖

Hey! congratulations to us, we made it babe! we can through this 3 months shit phases in relationships! bohong deng! 3 bulan sama kamu tuh indah banget, bener - bener seindah itu gapake peres ya ini hehe. Okay kita ulang lagi deh yaa?? yang tadi pemanasan dulu HAHAHA💨

Hello, Aziel Biantara! engga kerasa 3 bulan sudah aku dan kamu melewati masa - masa indah, asam, pahit, garam, dan manis hubungan kita. Banyak hal yang sering kita lakuin bersama mulai dari nemenin kamu kerja sambil sposes bareng, late night talk with you, sesi curhat as brother and sister dan masih banyak hal - hal indah yang udah kita laluin bersama.

Kamu masih inget ga sih gimana perjuangan kita buat sampai di tahap ini? lebih tepatnya perjuangan kamu buat dapetin aku seutuhnya. I know kalo dulu bisa diulang rasanya gaperlu kita lewatin sakit nya dulu baru happy ending, tapii coba deh bayangin kalo dulu kita ga lewatin sakit dulu apa iya aku dan kamu akan ngerasain juta - jutaan kebahagiaan yang kita rasain sekarang? eheh tapii gaada kataa terlambat atau menyesal sama sekali untuk kita. Aku bahagia banget sama kamu, i really mean it babe! seriously 🥺

I have spent so much time looking for people that i can connect to, people that i can love, people that will love me back. I never thought i’d find someone as great as you (INI SERIUS). You make me a better person and for that, i cannot help but love you even more. You are the best thing that has happened to me and i want to spend the rest of my life in this universe with you. Kalo ada kata - kata lain yang bisa wakilin gimana rasa sayangnya aku kekamu, mungkin bakalan akuu tulis dan aku akan selalu bilang itu kekamu. Kamu itu seindah itu buat aku aa, aa tau gakk kalo kamu itu emang seindah itu? even kamu selalu bilang kamu belum bisa jadi yang terbaik buat aku, tapi kamu udah lakuin itu. Kamu membuat aku jadi wanita yang paling beruntung, wanita yang paling dicintai dan dihargai. Kamu selalu melibatkan aku apapun itu tentang kamu, gak setitik pun kamu ngebiarin aku gadapet peran.. hal sekecil pun kamu selalu ngelibatin aku.. i feel like fgshsgsha ohh god he’s so cute aarggg i want to kiss youu rn!!!! eheh

SOooo … happy 3rd month anniversary, honey! I want you to remember how much i always love and adore you. I will always love you and I’m willing to put all my effort to this love never dies. Hope that this love never ends and we can continue filling with happiness. I love you, aa! Thanks for making me so happy and special!💖

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[imaushi]

you give off baji vibes shawty

get smooched or what 😩

[henqtic]

itsy bitsy spider . lily evans x reader . wc: 465.

summary: after an encounter with a spider, lily is there to help you fall asleep. ( requested )

note: i’ve never written or even read for lily before so this is probably a bit out of character  . partially edited .

·:*₊‧ masterlist . taglist form . request works . ·:*₊‧✩

You expected all of your childish fear to eventually go away. Just evaporate into thin air, never to be seen again— like the boogeyman or leprechauns.

To be fair, both the boogeyman and leprechauns could be real in her world.

Her, who had been your lifeline since you rekindled your friendship before she went off to Hogwarts. Especially when that turned into more, and you moved in together.

Her, who had to rush in from your bedroom to the bathroom after hearing your scream. And it was all for a little spider passing its time in the corner of your ceiling.

Lilly let you go without any chastising, promising that she’d take care of the eight legged bug and you could go get ready for bed. So you did, getting dressed in a long sleeve top, pants, and socks that could go over the fabrics.

By the time she got back, you’d changed the sheets and left only one big blanket on the bed to minimally places any other spiders could burrow their way into.

Minutes had passed since then, half an hour actually, you’d been watching the alarm clock on your nightstand, unable to go to sleep not knowing if there were a bunch of baby spiders just waiting to pop up in the night.

“Are you okay honey?” She asked softly from behind you, her body spooning yours.

Her senses were high around you, not feeling your breaths getting any softer or the muscles of your body relax. She could almost feel the fear radiating off of you and it crumbled her inside.

“Yeah I’m fine Lils,” you lied, shaking your head gently as you continued, “And I’m really sorry about being dramatic earlier, I probably scared you with how loud I screamed.”

She kissed your forehead, her long auburn hair brushing up against your face, “Don’t apologize, okay? Everyone’s afraid of something, I’m happy your fear is spiders and not something worse.”

“When are you gonna tell me what the ‘something worse’ is?” You wondered out loud, asking the question as to why she had distanced herself from magic and all of her friends always lingering in the back of your head.

“Soon,” she said slowly, “Really, really soon.”

“Can you sing me to sleep?”

She hummed, allowing you to close your eyes so that you couldn’t see her little smirk.

“The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain. And itsy bitsy spider couldn’t bother you again.”

“As long as you’re here to kill them for me I’ll be fine, goodnight Lily.”

As you drifted off to sleep, you swore you could hear her whisper, “Why would I kill an innocent creature?”

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[vee-nvs]

SEARCHING…: BREAK UP PRANK (PT II)

🏷 — TARQUIN, HELION, ERIS, KALLIAS | [pt I here]

📍— you tell them you want to break up as a prank (resquested)

🔖 — gn! reader (you/ your pronouns), cursing, use of pet-names, modern!au (all except for tarquin’s - his can be read as modern!au, but not necessarily).

VI. TARQUIN

you and tarquin were resting on the beach. or at least you were.

while you peacefully read your book, tarquin talked with cresseida and varian about politics – something he had promised you not to do in his free time.

tarquin had been overworking himself on the last few months and he had barely any time to take care of himself or to stay with you.

you looked in their direction for the nth time, hoping that they would be finishing the topic about work. tarquin and varian seemed to still be deep into the conversation, but cresseida- who looked even more bored than you -, made eye contact with you and blinked an eye, saying with no sound, only the movement of her lips “prank”.

"tarquin..." you call him, but he ignores you "tarquin" you call again, louder this time, making him shift his gaze to you.

"yes, baby?"

"i think we should break up"

you regretted it as soon as the words left your mouth. you could see the dread taking over his body: his eyes dilated, his mouth opening and shouting as if he was a fish out of water and sweat going down his temple. When he got up from his chair and gave one step closer to you - just one, as if to not scare you away - even cresseide seemed to regret her suggestion.

"tar..." before you could finish your sentece, he went down on his knees.

"please, c-can we talk?" he pleaded.

"honey," you kneeled in front of him, holding his face with your hands "it was just a stupid prank, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to get you by surprise, just wanted to get you to stop talking about politics."

"oh, fuck" he hugged you tight "never, and i mean never, to this shit to me again"

"in my defense," you started, trying to light up his mood "it was cresseida's idea."

tarquin turned to face at his cousin, a death look in his eyes.

"run" he said before getting up and starting to run after her in the sand, making you and varian laugh.

VII. HELION

“y/nnnn”

helion had been annoying you for the past hour, trying to convince you to leave your books behind and go lay with him on his king size bed, which seemed very comfortable in that cold morning…

but, sadly, you couldn’t. you had to study for your finals - and helion knew that, yet he was doing everything in his power to distract you. as you tried to read the powerpoint, a way of shouting his mouth came to your mind.

“sometimes i think we should break up”

“ha, no you don’t” he denied, confident. but when you didn’t answer, nor made eye contact with him, he felt his stomach doing a flip.

“right, y/n? you didn’t mean it”

when helion didn’t receive an answer again, he got up from his bed, going in your direction. he held your face without hurting you, but forcing eye contact.

“say you didn’t mean it.”

you wanted to stay silent, to prove that you could be just as annoying. however, when you saw the hurt in his eyes, you groaned.

“i didn’t. got the idea from a prank i saw” you murmured.

“i think i deserve a hour of cuddling after this”

VIII. ERIS

you hated to spend time around the vanserra family. however, lucien was an exception. your boyfriend’s youngest brother was definitely one of your bests friends.

so when he showed you the video of that prank, you had been looking for an opportunity to do it. and when eris called you saying he would be back home earlier, you knew it was your opportunity.

you placed your phone in a place in a discreet way but with enough space to film it, as lucien requested.

and when eris opened the door, you knew you had chosen the right day, since he seemed more relaxed than usual after coming home from work.

“hey, hon”

“i want to break up” you said without getting up from the sofa, not wanting to get a way from the camera focus.

eris coughed, choking on air – the blood on his face gone.

“hm… i…” he coughed again, cleaning his throat “can i know why?”

you didn’t answer, looking at anywhere but him.

“is there anything i can do to change your mind?”

again, no answer.

“please, love” you noticed his voice was closer before he appeared in your field of vision “talk to me”.

you didn’t plan on giving in so soon, but you never saw that look on his face - never. eris was one of the least emotional people you knew and even after dating for months you had a hard time reading his expression.

however, you could see the fear in his eyes as he kneeled before you, making him look to much like a boy scared of the storm – and the hand on your knee as if you were the plush he needed to feel safe.

“oh, eris” you said, hugging his shoulders and he hugged your waist. “i’m so sorry, this was just a stupid prank” you pointed to the phone.

eris was silent for a few seconds before getting up and looking from the phone to you.

“lucien?”

you agreed with a head gesture.

“fuck you both” he walked towards the bathroom.

“wait, eris! i’m sorry!” you shouted as you went to your phone, turning of the video.

“you’re sleeping on the couch tonight” he screamed before shooting the door.

you started banging on the door, trying to hold your laugh.

“babe… please, open the door. let me wash your hair as an apology”

eris didn’t say anything, he just unlocked the door – letting you in.

IX. KALLIAS

“it’s not that! he’s just… a home guy” you said for the nth time, trying to explain to your friends why your boyfriend hadn’t come to another party.

you were telling the truth: kallias didn’t like parties, even less college parties. but sometimes you wished he would go to have fun and dance and drink with you. you felt down seeing your friends with their significant other’s having fun, while yours was always at home, not necessarily doing something important.

“does he even care about you?” one your friends asked.

“of course he does”

“then why don’t you prank him?” other said “call him and say you want to break up”

it wasn’t a good idea, you knew it. but you had had a feel drinks and you were upset with him. so you went outside of the house where the music wasn’t so loud.

surprisingly, none of your friends followed you. still, you called him.

“hm, hi?” he picked up, his voice slightly sleep.

“i think we should break up”

the line was quiet for a few seconds, before he asked:

“you still in that party?”

“hm, yes?”

“wait there” and he ended the call.

to say you were surprised was an understatement. kallias never was the type to go and act. so instead of calling him and telling him it was just prank, you took your chance to see if he really cared.

you just didn’t expect him to care so much as to show up in his penguin kigurumi.

“oh, mother” you laughed as he pushed you to the car, his blush going to his ears was he tried to get there was as fast possible, hoping no one would see him.

“why are you laughing?”

“are tou serious?! i never thought you would show up, let alone wearing your kigurumi.”

“we needed to talk! and break up talks are not meant to happen through call”

“oh, ‘lias” you putted one hand on his cheek, feeling him cover it with his own “‘m sorry, it was just prank.”

“why would you do that?!” he asked as he let fo of your hand, his voice low but with some angry in it.

he was truly hurt.

“i-i don’t know. my friends came with the idea, saying you didn’t care enough to come with me to the parties. and i wanted to prove them wrong. prove to myself that they’re wrong”

neither of you looked at the other when you finished, silence filling the car. you felt bad for upsetting him, but you were happy that he had came to you.

“i’m sorry. i just really hate loud music and…”

“no, it’s fine! you don’t have to be uncomfortable to show me you care. just… i don’t know, try showing it in other ways, but in ways i notice.”

“like going out in public places in my kigurumi?” he smiled at you, finally looking you in the eyes again.

“yeah, stuff like that.”

you both stayed silent for a few minutes, only holding hands, before kallias asked:

“do you want to go back inside? i-i really don’t want to go in wearing this, but if you…”

“nah,” you squished his hand “let’s just go home and cuddle”

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