#me staring at an empty pizza box in my room and being like AND ARE YOU A FIRE HAZARD???

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when the RA starts knocking and you start to think that everything in your room is illegal

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what about edging eddie everytime he comes over to visit you? Grinding or sucking him off only to stop right before he comes every single time.

The way this has been SITTING in my ask box since August :(( I'm sorry. 💕🩷

Can this be bestfriend!Eddie? Because it screams best friend eddie.

The thought of edging Eddie just does something to me. He'd be so whiny about it too whispering to make him cum but you won't and he knows it too. His soft needy cries with that deep voice as your tongue teases his leaking tip. He gets so frustrated when he's about to spill his cum in the back of your throat but you pull him out everytime

Besfriend!Eddie munson x fem!reader

Not proofread.

Your friendship with Eddie was very special. You did everything together. Even fooled around when you got lonely or drunk. You had an agreement of "as long as everything is above the waist," it's okay. Sometimes, things did eventually happen.

You and him didn't date much, so you ended up learning how to give a blow job from him. You taught him how to eat pussy. You practiced on one another. You felt like it was only right to get some experience in for whenever someone asked either one of you out.

That's just how close you two were. It never felt weird or awkward, either. But those type moments only happened once you never spoke of them again. You just heavily made out a lot and did some heavy petting.

Not that you didn't enjoy feeling each other. You most definitely did. You guys felt kinda bad about not having much experience being your early twenties. At least you have one another he'd always reassured. Deep down, Eddie always wanted to make you his.

Now he likes to come over to your place on the weekends to watch a movie and eat junk food. Usually, he brings pizza and rents a terrible b-horror flick from family video.

A loud kick to your door startles you at, and you walk over to look out the peephole.

"Pizza is here, sweetheart." Eddie greeted you with a big smile as you answered your door. That smile soon faltered when he noticed what you were wearing.

You never cared if Eddie saw you naked. You've seen him naked plenty of times when he was drunk off his ass and needed a shower. You opened the door in nothing but a thin tank top and panties that hugged your ass just right. He immediately gulped at the sight.

"It's about time Munson what movie did you pick." You giggled taking the food from his hands.

He clears his throat. "Oh, uhhhhhh, Slumber party massacre." He scratched the back of his neck as he tried to avoid looking so flustered.

"Slumber pary massacre--the movie with the chicks in lingerie getting slaughtered?" You eyed him and got plates ready for the pizza.

"Not surprised that's the movie you'd pick."

You don't really notice how he's looking at you. You're too focused getting the food ready for you and him to eat. You moved around your apartment, and his eyes followed your every step.

Eddie couldn't stop staring at you. His eyes fixed on the curve of your ass and the way your nipples were poking through the material of your shirt. He tries to discreetly readjust himself, so you see the obvious growing buldge in his jeans.

"Yeah, well, we've watched everything else in that video store." Eddie looked down at his feet with his hands in his pockets.

His cock was throbbing against the zipper of his jeans. He stood there by the door, not moving a muscle. He thought if he didn't move, you'd forget he was even there.

"Hey Eddie." You called out softly to him.

His head perks up and his eyes meet yours. "W-whats up?"

"Come sit with me." You pat the empty spot next to you on the couch.

The pizza and drinks were already laid out and ready to eat. Eddie couldn't focus on anything but you. His mind races at all the possibilities of taking you right there on the couch. Your pussy getting split open around his cock. Your cute, soft little moans in his ear. Your juices dripping down your thighs while he fucked you roughly in your living room. Your poor neighbors hearing your cries of pleasure.

The movie was playing, but he has no idea what's even happening or cares for that matter. His eyes kept glancing over at you. You're sitting with your legs criss-cross while eating your third slice of pizza. He had one foot propped up on your coffee table as he licked his lips watching you.

Your eyes focus on the shitty movie he rented. You were right he did pick this out to watch half-naked women run around in the skimpiest lingerie. The killer having a guitar as a weapon now makes perfect sense now, too. Truthfully. It was the closest thing to porn Eddie could get you to watch with him. He was a bit of perv, and he'll admit that.

He eyes keep wandering over to your figure from the swell of your breasts down to your thighs. His head leaned forward to get a tiny glimpse of what's between your legs. Your underwear doing you no justice in covering much of anything at all. He smiled to himself. his mouth watered, remembering the night he tasted you.

You could feel his eyes on you practically all night long. He was acting a little funny the second he walked through the front door. You chalked it up to him working too much and needing some rest. You tried to ignore his lingering stare. You just couldn't any longer.

"You okay?" You looked over at him. You noticed he hasn't eaten one single slice of pizza. "You seem a little...antsy I guess."

He coughed and tried to play it cool. "Me? No, no, I'm fine."

You squinted at him. "I don't believe you."

"Alright, fine." He threw his back and groaned. "it's you."

"Me?" You asked, confused. "What about me?"

"It's....you. it's always you. You always make me so hot and I feel like anytime I'm around you I can't even fucking think straight." Eddie confessed. He was speaking so fast that you barely had time to register what he was saying.

You sit there quietly, not saying a word yet. You don't want to misinterpret what he's trying to tell you. even though you have a pretty good idea of what it's about.

"I--look. Listen--Touch me. Please. We don't have to have sex. Just touch me. Make me beg. I don't even have to cum. I just need to feel you." He voice sounded so desperate.

His eyes looked into yours, and you couldn't deny him. His brown eyes are looking deep into yours. You nod and move to sit in his lap with your back against his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. Your ass pressing right up against his cock. You could feel just how hard he is.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" You whispered.

"Didn't want to make shit uncomfortable." His voice muffled as he peppered light kisses on your neck.

Your eyes flutter closed when his soft lips touch your skin. "You'd never make me uncomfortable we've done lots of things together before."

"I know I just never want you to feel like I'm using you." Eddie leaves a trail of wet kisses from your neck and down to your shoulder. You moved your head back to give him better access.

His hips lift slightly to rub up into your ass. He cursed under his breath, and your hands went down to grip on his thighs

"Fuck sweetheart grind on me." He said breathlessly.

You nod and move your hips back and forth in his lap. Your ass rubbing on his cock over his jeans. His arms wrapping around you tighter as he buries his face in your neck.

"That's it, sweetheart grind that cute ass on me." Eddie grunted and bucked up his hips for some added friction.

You pressed down harder on his cock. Your hips swiveling in a circular motion. He's whimpering in your ear. His legs bounce up and down while you grind on him. You dig your nails into his thighs to hold on tight.

"Fuck please---id do anything for you sweetheart. Anything." Eddie rasped in your ear. "You can have my cock whenever you want it."

"You think I could take it?" You teased and pushed your ass on him hard, making him jerk.

"Baby ill make sure you can take it. Y-you're such a good girl." He groaned and grinded himself up against your ass.

You continued moving back and forth on his cock. You could feel his breathing quickening just by how his chest pressed into your back.

"I know how messy you can get. Thinking about having you squirting all over me." His voice is shakey as your hips switch to moving back in a circular motion again.

You whimper at his words and feel yourself growing wetter. Your panties are completely soaked through. His voice is trembling, and his arms are constricting around you. There is a small wet patch forming on his jeans from the mess you've created in your panties and his precum.

"Mmm, I'm so close." He moans, and you slow down.

You stopped your movements for a few seconds, and Eddie whines. He swallows and tries to control himself.

After a few more minutes, you start moving. His cock is so sensitive and begging for release. He needs to cum so bad but loves the feeling of you edging him. The feeling of getting so close only for you to stop is driving him crazy.

You speed up and your ass grinds down on his cock. Your pace went from fast to slow anytime he got close again. You kept getting him close to the edge only to stop or slow down. it was almost too painful for him to keep going but liked it. His face is covered in sweat.

"let me cum." Eddie beggee and bit down on your shoulder. You whimpered from the pain.

Shaking your head no and grind your ass down on his cock. The material of his boxers scratched against him. He was becoming needy for you the more you teased him.

"Fuck please let me cum baby---please." He kept begging. Your pussy was aching for some type of relief. His breath tickled your throat while he spoke. "Shit I'm gonna cum."

"Oh," your eyebrows shoot up, and you stop. You moved his arms from around your waist and went to sick back down in your spot.

"I-i thought." He swallows and sinks back. His legs spread wide open. The look he gave you almost made you feel guilty for stopping.

You could see that wet patch on his lap that's much more noticeable than you thought. His painfully hard cock straining against his pants.

"You said you didn't have to cum. Remember?" You teased and went back to watching the movie.

Eddie smirked and moved to scoot closer to you." If I make you cum around my fingers will you let make me cum?" He whispered seductively.

"Maybe... we'll see how good you make me feel first."

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"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - SDV Alex Prompt Response

Summary: Alex sees something through your window one night and it scares him silly. You have to explain to him that it's pretty normal out here on the farm and there is nothing to fear. ...Well, you were pretty sure there wasn't, anyway.

Pairing: SDV Alex x Female!Reader; SDV Alex x Female!Farmer

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. Alex is the only other character I've married in the game (I usually marry my girl Leah and well, I married Shane once but I'm still traumatized by the empty pizza boxes so like fight club, I don't talk about it) and he's such a cutie. This scene immediately popped into my head for the prompt line.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1187

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

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“Ahhhh, Y/N!”

You woke up with a start, immediately sitting up and glancing around the room. You spotted your husband running back to your bed from the window, a look of terror in his face. Before you could ask what was wrong, he leapt under the covers and burrowed himself under his pillow, the linens trembling. Beyond being confused, you glanced around the room again, seeing a green face in the window staring back at you. You jumped and then realized just who you were looking at. You silently cursed yourself for leaving your sword in the other room. She gave you a toothy smirk before flying off, her cackles being heard through the thin-paned glass. 

You shook your head and sighed, turning to glance at the shaking lump next to you. “It’s alright, honey. She’s gone.”

An eye peeked out from under the blankets. “W-What?”

You pulled the blanket back over his head, smiling. “She’s gone,” you repeated. “You can come out now.”

Alex lifted up, warily glancing around, his hair sticking up adorably. “She?”

You smiled and sat back against the headboard, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “The witch.”

Alex turned around and sat next to you, placing his shoulder next to yours. “You say that like it’s normal.”

You shrugged. “She flies around here sometimes and she likes to curse animals, people.”

Alex glanced over at you in alarm.

Your grin grew. “You don’t need to worry about her, silly. She usually leaves us alone.” Your smile started to fade when you thought back to what The Wizard had asked you to do a couple of months back. “Then again, I did take The Wizard’s Magic Ink after bribing the Goblin to get into her hut when she wasn’t there.” You bit your lip in thought before you turned a reassuring smile onto your husband. “But that was months ago.”

“Again, you say all of that like it’s normal.” He shook his head before studying you intently. “Are you sure she’s not upset with you because of this ink you took or whatever?”

You shrugged. “Not one hundred percent sure but pretty close.” You weren’t too worried about it. For the most part, The Witch left you alone. A few of your chickens couldn’t say the same but that was a small price to pay considering.

Alex slowly nodded, mulling it over and glancing back at the window. He then suddenly sat up a little straighter and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him. “Yeah, well, if she comes back for you, babe, she better think twice. Or she’ll have me to deal with.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from teasing him that he had been hidden under the blankets not that long ago when you and The Witch were engaged in a staring contest. Instead, you smiled, touched at the words and the gesture your husband was trying to make. “Thanks, honey,” you murmured. “But we’ll be okay.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “We will.”

He held you for a little bit longer, rubbing your arm, before you both settled back down under the covers. You were content to lie there with your head on his chest and him rubbing your back. You were completely relaxed, ready to think about falling back asleep when you heard “Sleep. I”ll keep you safe.” 

You dug your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from chuckling and instead, you smiled and hugged him tighter. “Love you, honey,” you whispered.

“Love you, too, babe.” You heard an adorable yawn follow and his ministrations on your back began to slow. It wasn’t too long before you heard a tell-tale snoring under your ear. 

You gently disentangled yourself from his arms, got out of bed, and tiptoed into the main room. You grabbed your sword and hurried back into the bedroom, the chill of the night air infecting the floor and nipping at your bare feet. You set the sword down carefully within your reach and then got back into bed, noting the cat had joined you, all curled up at yours and Alex’s feet, staring wide-eyed at the window, almost as if on sentry. You nearly laughed at the sight, knowing that while you were intent on making sure your husband felt safe enough to get a good night’s sleep on your farm, your pet was also practically guarding you both. 

You shook your head, chuckling under your breath, before you gingerly settled yourself back into your husband’s arms. His snoring cut off for a moment and he tightened his arms around you, pulling you in closer, before it resumed…right in your ear. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his covered chest, laying your head back down to sleep. It wasn’t long before you were drifting off, The Witch’s cackle echoing somewhere far off as you did. You simply wrote it off as you starting to dream.

And if there was another Void Chicken on your farm the next morning and your husband turned wide eyes on you as he saw it while attempting to give you a hand with feeding the animals, you decided that it was simply what The Witch had done before Alex caught sight of her the night before. And when Alex moved a little closer to you, sticking to you like glue for the next hour, half-protective, half-scared, you figured a visit to The Wizard might be in order a little later that day. If he couldn’t help you, then you’d be making the journey to The Witch’s hut again, intent on settling the matter once and for all.

You didn’t mind The Witch but if your husband didn’t feel safe (and your animals certainly weren’t), then you were intent on doing whatever it took to restore that feeling for him. Especially since, you were pretty sure that you had some important news to tell him in the next day or so, once you had seen Harvey at the clinic to confirm your suspicions.

You surprised him with a hug and smiled, leaning up for a kiss. He smirked and gave you one before you both glanced out over the farm you had built that now belonged to both of you. You watched as the sun continued to warm the sky and paint the horizon in all kinds of colors. You’d seen plenty of sunrises on your own but sharing ones like these with Alex were beyond special. You were grateful that you’d chosen to make the move to Pelican Town and that you found him. You two were building a life together and no disgruntled witch was going to ruin that, not if you had anything to say about it.

“I love you, Alex,” you murmured to him, still staring at the sky. You felt him kiss the side of your head. “I love you, babe.” You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling him gently lay his head on top of yours. Your grandpa had been right; this was just how life should be.

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Oneshot scenario: Merfolk!reader with the turtles (separate)

Just something for a mermay themed prompt while trying to think of other stuff to write

Warnings: the slight mention of drowning (just a brief topic again nothing too graphic)

(I forgot the exact concept art picture from one of the scrapped episodes where Mikey went all out for a mermaid costume for a distraction but, surprisingly it helped while trying to brainstorm ideas for the other scenarios lol)

Soupful Confessions

In the lair, close to the living room...

You were about take another spoonful of clam chowder soup. While your fish tail sat on one of the steps a surface level in a large aquarium tank filled with water. You placed the soup bowl by the makeshift table beside you. Then swam towards the box shell turtle pacing around a few distance away from the tank.

Before you could ask, Mikey immediately squeaked startled by your sudden appearance.

"Oh (Y/N)! Was the soup okay?"

"Mikey, I'll pretty much eat anything you make. Sorry for scaring you."

"Is something on your mind? You almost made a lap walking around my tank."

"Well... Despite that short-staffed situation during a surf and turf event near the Run of the Mill pizzeria..."

"I'm still excited that I made friends with you and a few other merpeople!"

You winced with a fake smile before going back to the soup filled bowl.

"I mostly tagged along with that group for a discount on seafood pizza."

"I couldn't stomach the idea of eating turtles, let alone ones who were brave enough to serve an angry mob of hungry merpeople."

"Yeah... I still think we were pretty lucky that we based off the menu from a few of dad's old movies. Clam chowder being one of those."

You blinked surprised at the soup then back to Mikey.

"Any clue why he doesn't like talking about clam chowder?"

"Because I tried bringing it up and he just avoids the question with something else."

Mikey only shrugged while playing around with his orange bandana tails.

"He told us only criminals like that movie but, Cassandra turned over a new leaf because of his words of wisdom."

"Maybe, something terrible happened during the making of the movie so, it might have been that..."

You hummed understanding that reasoning. Then held the bowl to drink what's left out of the almost empty soup. Mikey gulped as you perched your arms content with the meal.

"Hopefully its not too weird to ask but, are you free to be a muse?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I had a few sketches for some disguises especially with the mermaid theme in mind but..."

"I didn't want to offend you if some of the designs are in poor taste..."

You couldn't help but, giggle at Mikey as you placed the bowl on his head.

"So you want feedback from me? Sure, I don't bite."

"But, take it easy when you decide to use said distraction in action."

"I wouldn't want that cute face of yours getting hurt."

Mikey blushed as you winked at him and hurried off to get dessert. Unfortunately for him, his brothers also saw the incident and appeared with teasing grins, casually hanging around the kitchen like nothing happened.

Old and New Memories

In the turtle tank...

Donnie spoke up with a sigh.

"You know its impolite to stare at someone for a long period of time..."

"Oh sorry, a while ago, I got stuck with helping one of my classmates for something in Witch Town."

"That place still mentions you-"

"Being the infamous scientist turtle who scoffed at anything magic related and destroyed the center piece statue during an important ceremony."

Donnie felt an imaginary arrow hitting his head as he winced while you continued to talk.

"But still, you made a long way from being stubborn about mystic magic."

"And gained some understanding of it through your way of approaching things."

You fidgeted one of the charms added to the custom made backpack (courtesy of the purple turtle himself) to avoid the tedious process. Carrying a large jug of water when there's no aquarium tank around.

Donnie faked cough now regaining his composure as you looked back at him.

"Accidental destruction of property was the more correct term to describe it..."

"At that time, I was more focused proving April wrong that she didn't need help from those witches."

"Also, there is no way I'm setting foot near that place if they still talk about me in that matter."

"I was already greeted with the angry mob gathering pitchforks and torches when I tried to apologize for my actions."

Donnie crossed his arms as you lightly puffed one of your cheeks.

"On a lighter note, I found out some of my classmates grew up with parents who are big fans of Splinter's movies."

"And..."

You held up a conch shell device and played a recording from its string.

"Do you think we'll turn heads if we change the purple one's wanted poster in a light tone similar to the splitting image of Lou Jitsu?"

"I already heard stories how the former star dedicates his life to raising four turtles and..."

"The purple one can easily get away with anything for having such dashing looks-"

You immediately held the string down with blush surfacing an annoyed look on your face.

"It slowly started an argument on which of you was the best Lou Jitsu look-a-like."

"So the fan club forgot to start the project..."

"But still, at least you have me and a few other fans by your side."

Your fish-fin ears fluttered a bit taking notice of Donnie's smirk.

"While I'm flattered by that girl's comment, I only assume you haven't thought of the idea towards a surprise meet and greet."

"Or you don't like the thought of her dating me..."

The blush deepened your face as you looked away.

"I think she'll be more disappointed that you aren't into pda and hugs."

You felt Donnie's arms pulling you into a hug now sitting on his lap.

"Given the nature of my happy go lucky family members, I just give in to the hugs. However, for you."

"I'm willing to make some amends towards my soon to be partner's needs..." On the back of Donnie's mind was slight panic. With the realization that you look really cute sitting there. And how, he got a closer look at your face.

A Merfolk That Can't Sing?!

Near a rooftop pool close to 10 pm... (Totally not trespassing says the red slider turtle)

Your face sank halfway into the chlorinated water. Attempting to hide the embarrassed feeling as Leo immediately sat up.

"Wait, for eel? I always thought it comes naturally that most merpeople can just lure anyone in by a wonderful singing voice."

You laid on your aquatic back, letting the water glide you across the lightly dimmed pool. With a whine at Leo's fishy oneliners.

"Not me, my parents tried to get help and it didn't even work."

"I already don't like the thought of it being associated with drowning..."

"I almost forgot about that part but, the reason I brought the singing was more towards..."

"Donnie was playing a game where sirens sang during a boss fight."

"I don't know much about metal but, the song surprisingly blends well with the siren singing."

"Okay? I still don't get what you're trying to say."

"I don't want to sound like Dr Feelings but, if you have a favorite song you'd usually like to hum to."

"Maybe try that, since you don't seem happy trying to fit into the scary siren image.

Leo saw you hesitated for a bit but shrugged, now lazily laying on your stomach.

"I'll think about it but, thanks for the brief pep talk."

"Well if you feel up to a small karaoke battle, you know who to call!"

You held back laughing at him in an attempt to hide the blush on your face.

"You almost fell off the turtle taxi proudly winning the previous karaoke battle during a late night beach party."

Leo's confident smile quickly faded into embarrassment. As he immediately placed one of his beach hats on your head. Causing you to sit up to avoid damaging the hat.

"It still counted as a victory for me. We weren't expecting anyone to be up around that time."

"Let alone a surprise visit from a merfolk."

You blushed at the water's reflection, wearing Leo's straw beach hat. A tiny bit of regret deepened the blush as you caught sight of his slow smirk.

"Did my singing actually lure you in?~"

Your fish fin lightly splashed water near his face as you looked away.

"The turtle tank caused a tiny rumor about a turtle with a taxi on its shell"

"I don't think Donnie would be happy about making his prized vehicle open to the public."

Leo wiped the water off his face with a spare towel as he got off the chaise lounge chair.

"I still think I lured you in."

"It just happened to be in good timing, with Donnie making small tests to the turtle tank."

Your fish tail sat by the pool step ladders as you sighed.

"Just don't add any love songs to the playlist or I might curse you for a week."

"I can probably handle whatever hex you throw at me but, I'll still give you dibs on picking the first few songs.

"Just so I have somewhat an idea of what songs you're into."

Ever since he got you to laugh at some of his jokes, the red slider turtle believes you have that merpeople charm in you.

Early Morning Seaside Chit Chat

Close to early sunrise by the Hidden City beach.

The turtle tank was parked a few distance away from the volunteer vendor booth that usually helps with clean up, trash, and protecting wildlife. However, the daily weekend event usually starts in around 9 or 10 am.

Raph could see the groggy eyebags on your face as you struggled to stay awake, resting your arms above the aquarium tank.

"We brought some snacks that should last until lunch."

"So try to eat something so you don't accidentally chomp on a seagull."

You snatched a family sized bag of chips from the snack pile. With a brief thanks as Raph sat across from you.

"I scared off some birds from last year's sea turtle hatching tour."

"I'll be fine."

Raph bit into a piece of jerky as he rolled his eyes.

"That one pink heron almost knocked you into the sea if we didn't step in to help."

"Mikey almost saw a baby turtle getting pecked to death."

"That's the only time I pick fights with any of those birds."

Raph muttered a sigh under his breath as you pouted.

"Okay I'll admit, we didn't want to see that but..."

"I'm surprised how you convinced Donnie and the volunteers to set up a eco friendly barrier for those baby turtles."

You smiled a bit biting into another chip as you spoke.

You guys still helped, spreading the word through cute flyer posters and a tiny fundraiser for a good cause."

Raph lightened up with his toothy grin as he chuckled.

"So, no secret plan to get revenge on that bird."

"I mean Donnie was almost thinking about it, until he got praised with so many compliments displaying his work to the staff."

"Oh, so Donnie didn't have some speech with how cruel nature is and just went with your idea."

You accidentally yawned with an annoyed expression on your face.

"He did but, life is already like that sometimes."

"And not to bring down the mood but, you four would have been just regular turtles if it weren't for Splinter stepping in to protect you guys from being Draxum's super soldiers..."

Raph hummed briefly looking down at the half empty plastic bag.

"I don't think I could fit in with the other alligator snapping turtles."

"I had a lot of weird moments not realizing its a solitary thing and its just not for me."

Raph looked up after hearing you chuckle.

"You could easily win a few over just from your gentle smile."

"Showing off your strength is one thing but, your level of honesty."

"Its almost too sweet that it could blind the competition."

The alligator snapping turtle blushed at your compliments.

"If this is your way of wanting that expensive seafood buffet for lunch, I'm not budging..."

"Awww, but I saved up enough money for a really good couple's discount~..."

Raph eventually caved in to the offer after most of the baby sea turtles safely made it to watery shore. However, to your surprise, the two of you sat in one table alone. With the blush beginning to appear on your face as the waiter took his order.

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So This Is How It Starts

Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: prt.2 to this, after seeing Eddie at one of his shows, you head to his hotel to 'talk'.

word count: 1561

warnings: 18+ content minors dni (please let me know if I need any specific warnings)

a/n: this is just pure self absorbent smut and I was grinning and kicking my feet the whole time I was writing it

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"Princess you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."

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It's almost midnight and you're hovering outside Eddie's hotel room, second guessing every decision you'd made that had led you to this door. It feels like hours have passed before you build up the courage to knock, and the door swings open not a second later to reveal a slightly dishevelled Eddie, slightly out of breath and wide eyed.

"Hey princess."

His hotel room was exactly what you expected: clothes everywhere, empty pizza boxes, bottles, exactly like his trailer at home. As he shuts the door you take a few more steps into the room, mind racing with all of the things you want to say, and even more so the things you want to do.

"So, Eds, I-"

"I'm so fucking happy you turned up tonight."

"Oh, I'm sure you are, hotshot."

He's grinning, looking you up and down.

"You wear this because you knew you'd see me?" He questions, head tipped to the side.

"Get over yourself, Munson, I'm not letting your ego be inflated any more than it already is."

"Oh, come on now... you just showed up at my gig and told me that you've been in love with me since grade school, don't think I can be blamed for my ego right now."

"I think you're being a little dramatic Eddie, I didn't say I was in l-"

"No take backs princess, bet your heads spinning right now. Just can't believe you're gonna get to sleep with the Eddie Munson." He laughs as he moves to close the distance between the two of you, looking you up and down like pray.

"Whoa, slow down rock-star. Who said I'm here to sleep with you?"

"You're trying to tell me you've come to my room at this time to talk? Come on babe, you're not fooling anyone."

Babe. That's new.

And it's embarrassing how quickly it sends heat rushing in between your legs.

"I know why you're here," he drops he tone of his voice and it near sends you to the floor, "just say it. I'll give you anything."

It takes a second for you to gather the strength you need to stay upright, choosing to grip at the front of his shirt to keep your balance, or more realistically to stop you from dropping to your knees in front of him.

With a shaky breath out, you tell him what he wants to hear.

"I need you. You're all I've thought about since me and..." you pause to reassess, "since I got single. And before that... since school. I- Eddie I want you. Now. Please."

The deep, near primal groan that leaves his lips has your jaw dropping and without a beat he's spun you round and is backing you up towards the bed.

-

"I want you to understand," he pauses to unbuckle his belt and pull it dramatically away from his tight, tight jeans, "that I've wanted you for years," another pause, this time to pull his t-shirt over his head, "and if we do this... there's no getting rid of me." He stalks a step closer, hand hovering at the edge of your top waiting for you to give permission for it to come off. "I'll be crawling back to you on my hands and knees, baby."

"Then crawl."

Eddie moans loud, shoving you back onto the bed before diving down to pull your jeans down and off your body. "So fucking pretty," he mumbles, crawling up the bed until he settles in between your legs where he starts nipping at your thighs, kissing his way to your core. He doesn't waste any time in taking your underwear off, mumbling something under his breath about waiting too long to take his time.

The whole situation is making you tremble, breathing becoming erratic as you watch with wide eyes as your best friend flattens his tongue against your cunt and licks a long stripe from your core to your clit, all while staring right into your eyes.

"Fucking divine, babe." He tightens the grip he has on your thighs and roughly pulls you closer to him, humming with pleasure as he dives in like a man starved, licking and sucking and moaning into you as you writhe under him, gripping at the sheets until your knuckles turn white.

"Holy fuck," you practically scream his name as you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance, and you swear you feel the vibrations of his smug fucking laugh as he pushes them into you, causing you to arch your back and let out the most pornographic moan Eddie has ever heard. This only spurs him on and within minutes your shaking and going light headed as your orgasm hits you. Of course it's the best you've ever had, and doesn't he fucking know it.

You have to practically rip his hair out of his head to get him to stop sucking at your over sensitive clit, and the look of disappointment on his face when you do makes you completely fold in on yourself.

"What's the matter, can't handle it?" He teases, leaving you on the bed only to pace around the other side, unbuttoning his jeans as he does. When he pulls his cock out you swear your heart skips a beat. He's fucking huge, and your mouth starts watering at the thought of it.

"Can you put it in my mouth, Eds?"

That completely floors him and you watch as he buckles at the knees. "Oh fuck, you really are trying to kill me, huh?" You get up onto your knees in front of him, and slowly unclasp your bra, looking up at him through your lashes, and he groans. "Come on then, let's put that mouth to good use, yeah?"

His head immediately flies back and a loud moan escapes his mouth as you slowly lower your head down onto him, matching his pace as he starts rocking his hips into you. One hand comes to meet the back of your head where it grabs at your hair as you suck and lick and pump his dick with your hand, and he's an absolute fucking mess above you. "Fuck, shit, baby, stop stop stop. Need to fuck you." He pulls away, looking down at you as he pulls on your hair to crane your head back. "Open." Eddie deadpans, and you obey, opening your mouth for him to spit in before he rids himself of his jeans and climbs over you, reaching for the bedside drawer.

"You ready for me?" He smirks, ripping the wrapper from the condom with his teeth before rolling it down onto his length so tortuously slow it has even him hissing with impatience.

Nodding, you moan out a 'yes' as he teases you with the tip of his dick against your clit, humming with pleasure. As he slowly pushes into you there's nothing that could have prepared you for the soft whimper that leaves his mouth right before he kisses you. Both of your hands reach out to grab at his face and pull him in as your hips lift up to meet his slow, deep thrusts that already have you in absolute pieces.

Eddie carries on fucking you slow and deep as you cry out, whispering into your ear about how good you feel, "Don't want any other pussy but yours, baby, you feel so fucking good."

Blushing, you try and bury your head into his shoulder as he picks up his pace, but Eddie's not having it. "No, no no, look at me. I want to see that pretty face when I fuck you." Reluctantly, you do as he says. "There you go, good girl for me baby, so fucking good."

He feels so good you feel yourself start to tremble again, your second orgasm creeping up on you quick as you clench around him, shaking and moaning out his name.

"Oh fuck, mm, do that again. Oh my god, yes. Gonna be the death of me, wanna fuck you all the... mm, all the time princess. Should take you out on stage and show you off at my next show." You moan at that, squeezing your eyes shut as you clench around him once again. "Oh fuck, you'd like that, huh? Want me to take you onto that stage and show everyone who I belong to, yeah? Show everyone how, shit, how I fuck you?"

He grips your shoulders tight and starts pounding into you, fucking your cunt relentlessly as you scream out, over sensitive. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his thrusts become erratic, and his grip on you becomes tighter as he dips his head, hips stuttering as he spills into you while planting sloppy kisses up your neck and jaw.

As he pulls out you both moan at the sensitivity, and he collapses down next you you, hair in his face and a smug fucking grin on his face.

A quick peck onto your temple and he's up, throwing the spoilt condom into the bin and disappearing into the small hotel bathroom.

He returns a beat later and throws one of his t-shirts in your direction.

"Better get some sleep before I'm back and ready for round two yeah baby?" He winks at you, shit eating grin plastered on his face.

-

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thank you to everyone who wanted a part 2 for my fic honestly it means to much I'm just sorry it took me months to write it :')))

[thygoddessouijathicc]

Phone Dave Chapter 3: Steven

(Steven in this AU is such a bitch I love him)

Jack had been trying to interact with Dave for a week.

Neither had been successful.

The restaurant was in a back alley part of Reno, the customers who came were committed but with no employees… they had made all of $100 the entire week. 40% made up Dave’s paycheque for an hour.

The phone was a hard worker, for sure. Jack had never seen a phone who… well did half as much. But he couldn’t do everything.

There was only one option with how Freddy’s was run. Animatronics. They needed workers but couldn’t afford them until they had any actual income. Any animatronic would do.

And for that, they needed funding. It would be easy if they could just scavenge, but Freddys was so profitable that there wasn’t anywhere to get them.

The restaurant was doomed. That much was clear.

“Mr Kennedy… Mr Kennedy wake up…” Jack shot back into the present.

“WHUH!?!”

“Mr Kennedy, you zoned out like an idiot in the middle of my question.”

“Sorry… s’ good weed.”

The phone sighs in exasperation. “Sir, we have a member of upper management coming in an hour, get ready.”

Right… Dave set up a meeting without asking to try to get funding.

Jack stands up, scattering the empty pizza boxes, cigarette packs, blunts, and empty bottles that covered his body on the ground.

Dave suddenly makes a dialup noise.

“What?”

“MR KENNEDY WHAT THE H-HECK!?”

“Hmmm?”

“SIR… SIR YOU’RE-!”

“I’m what?”

“YOU’RE HECKING NAKED!!!!!”

“What I’m… SHIT FUCK I’M SORRY!!!” Jack says, quickly covering himself with one of the boxes.

“J-just be decent for when they get here.”

…

Jack walks out of the office in his usual horrible outfit of a green coat covered in sequins with both a tiger and leopard pattern on it, skinny jeans, cowboy boots, no shirt, and a terrible blonde wig that looks like it could have been alive.

Dave glares at him with no eyes.

“What I’m decent.”

“YOU’RE SHIRTLESS.”

“I’m wearing a tie.”

“ITS GOT HOT-WHEELS ON IT!!!”

“My finest garment.”

“AT LEAST STRAIGHTEN IT OUT!!!”

“Ahem.” Another Scott voice says. Both of them look to see Steven himself leaning against a doorway. “I hope I’m not interrupting… whatever this is.”

“Eeep! No- no worries Sir! We were just finishing our discussion… w-what brings the Company Representative himself down to our objectively terrible location?”

“Both of you used to work for me. Oh and my memory could be a LITTLE fuzzy but I also distinctly remember you both left me to burn to death in the wreckage of my location.”

“I… don’t remember that sorry. Quite fortunately I have yet to remember-“

“I don’t care.”

“Who pissed in your coffee…” Jack mutters. He remembers Steven not being a great boss but he seems to have gotten worse.

God he wished Steven died in the fire-

“I heard that.” The red phone states.

“Good because-“ Dave shoves his hand over Jack’s mouth.

“Hahahahaha… funny joke sir but let’s not insult the company representative. I’ll kill you if we go bankrupt Mr Kennedy.” He whispers the last part.

“Well. It’s good to see one of you has a brain. Now, are you going to keep bickering and wasting my valuable time or are we going to do something?”

“Y-yes sir I’ll show you around. Mr Kennedy will follow us and say nothing because I don’t want him to ruin everything and if I lock him in the janitorial closet he’d just escape.”

“I’m very slippery.”

“Right.” Steven sighs in exasperation.

…

“And here’s the Saferoom. You’ll notice a stark lack of blood! This is because we just opened, the quantity will rise.”

“Uhuh… and the moss.”

“It ate my cleaning supplies sir.”

“Seems like you hardly tried.”

“Uhhhhhh… moving on! This is the dining room. Mr Kennedy has employed… some kind of ghost? I didn’t question it because he didn’t question the lack of pay.”

“Ah yes, ghost Ronaldo. How predictable.”

“Y-yes sir! Next up we have the prize corner!”

Matt stares intently at the 3 of them.

“That concludes our viewing of the prize corner.”

“Thank god.” Steven says, seemingly actually genuinely thankful.

Understandable. Matt is horrifyingly.

“N-next is the dining area! It’s only got a few people right now… Mr Kennedy says they’re his friends. I think they are trash and are scaring away better customers.”

“Eh you just don’t get it Davey.” Jack says, throwing his arm over Dave’s shoulder.

“I barely tolerate this bizarre nickname you have given me in the first place, don’t push it by using a nickname of this nickname.”

“Davey~”

“Sleep lightly tonight Kennedy, sleep lightly.”

“If you two would stop having your lovers quarrel for 5 hecking minutes, thank you.”

“We are not lovers sir, I am the manager and he is the terrible owner, it would be highly unprofessional.”

“I’m technically your boss you know-“

“Rule one, you are not my boss, you are my friend. I do not see you as a friend however I will take this to mean that you are in fact not my boss, and are my subordinate.”

“COULD YOU TWO CONTINUE THE TOUR NOW!?”

“Don’t worry Phoney, I go this.” Jack says, cracking his knuckles.

“Oh no…”

Jack leads them down a hallway.

“On your left you’ll see our world class one of a kind Foxy Stripclub. There used to be more but they got closed. I was the reason they got closed. Now, as you’re both phones I’d bet-“

“Hahahahahaaaa Mr Kennedy is kidding. IGNORE HIM.”

“Well I mean you two could get up on stage yourselves if-“

“Pardon?” Steven questions.

“HAHAHA JUST KIDDING! One more word and you never walk again.”

“Anyway moving on from that is the ballpit! Music man has nested here.”

“Music man?” Steven asks, disgust in his artificial voice.

“He’s a beloved member of the Fazbender’s family.” Jack explains. “Next we have this little shitty playground full of tetanus that we stole from McDonalds.”

“It’s not that much tetanus… just enough to kill my annoying as heck “friend” here Mr Kennedy if he doesn’t shut the heck up.”

“Next is the bathrooms! They haven’t been cleaned since the 60s!”

“I… can smell that.” Steven says… phones can smell… noted… well I mean it’s not the first time.

“Ooookay… and our final stop… the stage! As you can see there are no animatronics! We need some. Can you please give us the money?”

A moment passes. “Hmmmm… no… no I can’t.”

“Oh that’s ok sir I-“ Dave starts.

“And why not?”

“See I don’t see this location being successful.”

“Dave’s a pretty good phone.”

“You know what… let’s be real here… IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW GOOD HE IS. This is a back alley location full of crackheads run by a pothead who’s recent twitter posts indicate-“

“Phoney do you follow my twitter?”

“-INDICATE THAT HE IS MAKING $100 A WEEK AND THINKS THATS GOOD. There has never been a less successful location.”

“What’s the harm in giving us one animatronic!? FUCKING BALLOON BOY! GIVE US FUCKING BALLOON BOY!!!”

“I wouldn’t give you a stick of gum.”

Jack glares at the phone, he glares back… then the door is kicked down by a man dressed as Candy a The Cat, he is carrying a gun.

“VENGEANCE FOR CANDY’S!!!!!!!!!” The man starts shooting at them, Jack manages to grab both phones’ arms and starts to bolt down the hallway to his office.

As soon as he makes it to the room he shuts and locks the door.

“Let me out there I can fight him.” Dave says.

“I’m not letting you get shot.”

“Life and Limb for the Fazbender’s Brand Mr Kennedy, that’s my motto.”

“I’m not letting you get shot.”

“I have a rocket launcher. I could-“ Steven starts

“I’m not letting you get shot.”

Jack starts to dig around in a large pile of takeout bags and rats until he finds a locker covered in Lightning McQueen stickers.

“Mr Kennedy, do you just really like race cars? Because if you do that’s fine but you could just admit that.”

“I will admit nothing.” Jack says as he starts inputting the code, getting it wrong.

“What… what’s your plan?” Steven says, still trying to sound intimidating.

Jack manages to open the safe and pulls out a gun. “I’m going to go get shot for your sorry asses.”

“Mr Kennedy I highly doubt-“

“Shhhhhhh.” Jack puts a finger over where Dave’s mouth should be.

“You know my mouth is under my dial r-?”

“Shhhhh… I’ll be back.” Jack blows a kiss at both phones and kicks down the door while yelling.

“He’s doomed right?” Steven asks.

“Oh yeah totally. Heck…”

…

“Hey bitches.” Jack says, entering the room covered in blood.

“Mr Kennedy! You’re… covered in blood.”

“It’s not mine don’t worry.”

“Did you ACTUALLY beat that Candy the Cat freak?” Steven asks.

“Didn’t kill him, it’s been like 12 years since I’ve killed anyone and I don’t want to break that streak.”

“But you did stop him?”

“Oh yeah I did.”

“Well… in light of recent developments I…. Ahem… have decided to grant you two unrestricted access to the condemned animatronic warehouse. It’s free… technically illegal… but hey you know the old Fazbender’s motto, Sweep it Under The Rug It’ll Probably Be Fine.”

…

The two wave as Steven gets into his car which Jack is totally not weird about.

“I see this not being the last time we interact. I’m sure you’ll be in dire need of help again.” Steven says. “Catch you on the Flipside.”

The man drives away, and Jack sighs and sits down in the parking lot.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing him again Mr Kennedy.” Dave says.

“You know what Dave? Me neither.” Jack sighs, before passing out.

[spooky-draws-stuff]

Chapter 3 full ego story

1,000 words

This series explains the entire version of my ego cannon.

@n-anon @kalebsocs

"Wake up Chase" Anti hissed, gently placing his hand on top of Chase's head. Chase's eyes opened slowly as he turned his head around in confusion. Anti moved his hand to Chase's right shoulder, digging his claws into his skin gripping Chase tightly. Chase let out a soft whimper of despair. "What do you want from me?" He shuddered. Anti grinned as the dull edge of the blade slid underneath Chase's throat. "I need your help for something very important. Of course I do have a form of my own, but this is much more fun. Let me in, and maybe I'll help you with something." 

Chase's eyes widened. "No, please not again. It's so awful having you inside my head, using me to get hurt instead of you." Chase pleaded. Anti glared at him with annoyance. "Don't be such a baby, this won't take that long. You're friends with Jackie right? If I can convince him to follow me, he'll be quite valuable. You see Chase, once I capture Marvin there will be no other egos who will try to stop me.”  Anti giggled and placed the knife back in his pocket. "Haven't you forgotten, you no longer can afford your home. I can give you a place to stay." Anti whispered, his voice echoing in Chase's ears.

"Yeah well I can just live with Jackie, we're best friends! I don't need you!" Chase's voice trembled. "Just let me go! I'm tired of you giving me ham sandwiches and pasta noodles! When will I get some real food around here?!" The anger continued to build inside of Chase.

Anti unhinged his jaw, revealing his fangs. His eyes glowed and he leaned close, pretending he was going to bite him. Chase flinched. "You're so bad at pretending to be brave. Don't you know, you only make me stronger? Now, enough wasting my time. Shut up, now or I'm going to fucking stab you." Anti threatened, and walked behind Chase placing his hands over his shoulders. Anti closed his eyes and started to glitch  vivid colors before glowing a neon green. Chase's head leaned back, his jaw opening and Anti became a large shadow wrapping his long claws around Chase's mouth and neck before disappearing.

Chase opened his eyes, and they emitted a faint green light. "Now, where do we go next?" 

Henrik slumped over his desk, a mug of coffee tightly gripped in his hand. "Oh Robbie the drama, Anti's back again!" Henrik let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "He took over Jackie and got into a fight with Marvin and now they won't talk to each other. I tried to help Jackie, maybe he just needed a break!" Henrik drank from the coffee mug. “A BREAK?!” Robbie screamed. “LOOK AT YOURSELF DOCTOR! You’re a fucking mess! When’s the last time you slept? It’s like you’ve become obsessed with being awake!” Robbie reached over to Henrik and gave him a tight hug. “I’ll fight him!” Robbie shouted boldly, then his voice became quieter with disappointment as he let go. “One day…” 

“I can’t sleep, Robbie, I keep having this dream. There’s this long hallway, and I walk closer to see what’s going on. It's chase and he’s crying. He won’t tell me what's wrong. It’s raining outside, and there’s this flash of lightning. And I see this shadow behind him, mocking me. And when I hug him, he turns around and…..” Henrik tried to hold back his tears. Robbie gently shook Henrik. “You have to tell me, please!” Robbie inquired. “His eyes are green, like Anti. he reaches for me, and then I feel his hands around my neck. And then I wake up.” 

“Wow, that's messed up. Yeah I don’t think I can help you with that.” Robbie took off his jacket and wrapped it around Henrik. “It’s cold in here, and you need to go to bed. Jameson and I will protect you.” Jameson waved from across the room and flexed his strong muscles from his right arm and winked. Henrik rolled his tired eyes. “Fine.”

Jackie stared out his window blankly, an empty pizza box in front of him. Empty cans of alcohol littered the kitchen floor. “I just don’t get it. Why does Marvin hate me now? I made a mistake. I should’ve paid more attention! Of course Anti used me, why wouldn’t he? But..if only Marvin could remember what happened when Anti took control…maybe he could forgive me?” Jackie’s thoughts raced through his head. “It’s been almost a month since that happened. I keep trying to call chase…and he won’t answer.” He bit into a candy bar and tossed the wrapper onto the floor.

“WHY DOES EVERYONE I CARE ABOUT LEAVE ME?!” He slammed his fists into the kitchen table in frustration. There was a loud knock on the door of Jackie’s house. Then the doorbell rang. “Jackie! Please, let me in! I need to talk to you! It’s important!” Jackie was hesitant at first, but he was so desperately lonely and worried that he decided to answer the door. “Oh, chase, it’s you! What happened, where have you been? I missed you!” 

Chase walked in and Jackie closed the door. Chase sat down on the couch, then commented ominously. “Do you know how stupid you are?” he titled his head and grinned. “What?” Jackie narrowed his eyes in confusion, thrown off by this unusual behavior. “Wait…” Jackie’s hands clenched into fists. Chase lunged at Jackie and grabbed him. They both fell to the floor with a hard slam and Jackie rolled on the ground, doing everything he could to push Chase off of him. Chase kicked Jackie hard, and Jackie slammed his fist into Chase’s nose. Blood splashed onto Jackie’s face.  “ANTI! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! GET OUT!”

Chase laughed. “You would hurt your best friend?” 

“YEAH I WOULD! THAT'S NOT GOING TO WORK ON ME, I'M TIRED OF YOUR SHIT!” he roared.

Jackie picked up Chase by the throat. Chase tried to pull Jackie’s arm off but failed. Jackie then let go and shoved him near a shelf, the shelf crashed onto the floor. 

“Chase you worthless puppet, can’t even fight in this stupid useless body!” Chase snarled before lifting the shelf off of himself, but not without a slight struggle. “Aww, is Anti too angry to keep fighting?” Jackie taunted in a soft friendly voice. Chase’s body convulsed and in a flash of light Anti glitched behind Jackie, wrapping his arm around his throat. Jackie’s eyes widened in horror as he struggled to escape Anti’s hold, but Anti was too strong. 

Anti let go after a minute and pushed Jackie onto the couch. Bruises started to form on his arms. “Not so strong, are you hero? You can’t escape me.” Anti pulled his chef’s knife from his pocket and pressed it against Jackie’s face. Sweat dripped from Jackie’s forehead. “What’s wrong, can’t talk anymore?!” Anti kicked Jackie in the ribs. “Yes…you’ll make a very useful puppet. And for you…” Anti pointed his knife at Chase. “You’re going to help me…with the next phase..”

[crimsonblackrose]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers. <3

Omg how long has this been sitting in my inbox? I didn't see it. I'm so sorry, and thank you. I'm going to go with things back home that while I'm here that are bringing me some level of happiness.

1. The sound of the wind through the leaves of the trees, the buzz of the bees as they amble about the flowers that are in bloom and the smell of said flowers. I have to hike through a garden so full of life to go anywhere and it's bringing me so much joy. 2. Friendly cuddly animals. There's something about a giant st. Bernard that's excited to see you and demands cuddles even if it means getting totally slime-d, or a sweet calico cat that the shelter said was mean running towards you in excitement to ask for pets because she's just so happy, or to step out of a car and find a flock of chickens that have come running to say hi. 3. Food. My aunt grows a lot of her own food so every meal is a delight. She's made: eggplant lasagna, a cauliflower crust pizza bursting with veggies, she makes this delightful tea that she switches up with fresh herbs from her garden, the current iteration is basil and parsley, we had salmon patties and have made two pies a strawberry rhubarb and a blueberry and peach. We also went to the local ice cream shop that's only open part of the year and got the soft serve sherbet that has been my favorite since I was a kid. 4. The coops atmosphere. Honestly have never felt super comfortable sleeping at my aunt and uncle's house ever since I was a kid. It's generally full of people I don't know, souvenirs and gifts from my uncle's work with spooky stories generally attached, ghost stories and horror films and then just a vast emptiness that makes me feel a bit like courage the cowardly dog. I've been told countless times the house itself is haunted. And generally I'm put in the one room that no one has said is haunted. But it's summer and that room does not get AC so my aunt and uncle instead have put me in the coop. The coop used to be a chicken coop but then at some point my aunt and uncle refurbished it into a pool room and then decided it was nice enough there to sleep there during the summers because they put in AC. And the atmosphere is something. There is a big pool table, of course, a fire place, air conditioning, a bar, a ye olde fridge full of beer, old school bar art, more souvenirs and gifts from my uncles work which includes more wall space of masks,and because my eldest half-cousin refuses to ever sleep in the house and only sleeps in the coop when he visits the coop is full of all these horror b-movies and cult classics to watch. The atmosphere is fun, the bed is comfy, and it's remarkably spooky despite not being haunted, and I really do get why people like it. I just kinda wish I was sleeping in there alone. 🤣It's like a cool experience I want to share but also be like okay was that sound the wind or do you think something's prowling around out there? It's got wifi, it's got cable tv (I watched part of Clueless yesterday and it was great), it's got AC and a fridge, it's got games, it just really needs a bathroom. 5. The sky. I'm in rural farm country which means there big open spaces and just large swaths of sky without as much light pollution. It's not as much stars as I saw at the home I grew up in, or where I lived in South Korea, but there's still more than there are where I currently live. And during the days where I've been floating around in a pool I can stare up at the sky and watch the clouds just go by and birds soar past. And at dusk there's just so many fireflies/lightning bugs around.

[midwestmade29]

TLC 🩵

This one is for you @supakixbabe 🖤 I hope this brings a smile to your face! Word count: 1.1k Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @tekkers

Original request:

Nick Jackson. Maybe the reader is having a bad day, has shut everyone out, and Nick breaks down her walls to help her? I think a lot of people could benefit from reading that. Maybe they can be best friends to lovers or just best friends.

Disclaimers: None really! Just some feel good fluff with the world's most precious soul 🥰

Nick Jackson knows you better than anyone, so when you're stuck in a rut he comes and saves the day...

It was going on day 3 of you feeling crummy. Things weren’t working out in your favor; your self-esteem had taken a hit, and you just weren’t feeling well. You had shut everyone out, ignoring phone calls and texts and only traveled between the couch and your bed. After about a day and a half, your phone stopped buzzing with notifications which left your apartment feeling how you did inside, quiet, and alone.

You were laying on the couch flipping through the tv channels with your hair a tangled mess, empty food wrappers and dirty dishes on the coffee table, and you were wearing the same pajamas you’ve had on for days. Suddenly, there was a knock at your door that made you about jump out of your skin! There was another soft tap on the door, but you laid there silently hoping that whoever was on the other side would go away.

“Y/N, it’s me. Nick,” a familiar voice spoke softly.

Your eyes grew large when you recognized it, panic started setting in when you remembered the current state you and your apartment were in! You rolled off the couch and onto the floor, trying to run your fingers through your hair to smooth it out when Nick spoke again.

“Please Y/N, let me in. Your neighbor is staring at me,” You chuckled at the slight dismay in his voice and figured you should put an end to his suffering.

“I’ll be right there!”

“Hey,” Nick greeted tenderly.

He didn’t seem to notice your unkempt appearance when he smiled at you and explained why he showed up unannounced.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call or text, I wasn’t sure if you would’ve answered or not. I know you’ve been having a rough time lately, so I wanted to check on you,”

Nick held up a canvas bag that looked like it was filled to the brim with random items, piquing your curiosity.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve just been stuck in a rut, and it’s been hard to pull myself out of it. Um, thank you for coming by. Please, come in! Ignore the mess…” You stepped aside and ushered Nick into your apartment, following behind him as he made his way into your kitchen. Embarrassment started to cover your cheeks when you noticed his eyes scanning the room, your urge to apologize for things being so untidy was strong.

“I guess I’ve fallen behind on my chores,” you laughed nervously. “And maybe my personal hygiene. Sorry Nick, I-” was all you were able to say before Nick stopped you, but for good reason.

“No need to apologize Y/N, I get it. I didn’t come here to make you feel bad or embarrassed. I’m going to order us dinner and put away some of the things I brought with me. Why don’t you take a hot shower, take your time and I’ll have everything ready when you get out?” Nick’s kindness made your heart swell, his presence was everything you’ve been needing the last few days.

“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly, Nick responded quickly with a “yes” and shooed you away.

Thick pillows of steam flowed out of the shower and filled the bathroom while you stood underneath the hot water. It felt amazing on your skin, every swipe of your loofa made you feel like you were coming back to life. You followed Nick’s instructions and took your time, staying put until the water turned cold.

Once you were done, you dried off and brushed your hair before grabbing some clean clothes from your dresser. When you reemerged into the kitchen, you saw Nick close the front door behind him with a pizza box in his hands, a smile covering his face when he noticed you watching him.

“There she is,” he stated affectionately. “I ordered your favorite pizza; I hope you’re hungry. I’ll grab plates and drinks and meet you on the couch,”

On your way over to sit, your eyes scanned the room and noticed that Nick had been busy while you were in the shower. You saw that your dirty cups and dishes that were all around had been placed in the sink and dishwasher, the trash had been bagged up and sat by the front door, a new candle had been lit and fresh flowers in a vase sat on the coffee table. You bent down to smell the sweet blossoms when Nick walked up behind you, his voice making you jump a little in surprise.

“I was hoping they would make you smile. I remembered they’re your favorite kind. There’s also a new blanket waiting for you on the couch,”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you wrapped Nick in a tight embrace, nearly making him drop everything he had in his hands. He quickly sat it all down and hugged you just as tightly.

“Hey, no more tears, Y/N. It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered. 

“It’s not that. It’s just you’re so thoughtful and caring and it just means so much, you know?” 

The pizza was delicious as you and Nick devoured it while watching your favorite show on tv. He took care of cleaning up while you wrapped yourself in your new blanket and took a seat on the floor by the coffee table. The both of you had picked out a board game to play and it was your job to get everything set up for it.

The night was filled with laughter, smiles, and happiness which was something you hadn’t felt in a while. All the weight you had carried on your shoulders lately didn’t feel quite as heavy, and it was nice having someone there to help you lift it. Nick’s smile lit you up inside every time you were the reason behind it, his laughter breathed life into you.

“You didn’t let me win, did you?” you asked suspiciously. “Do you know who you’re talking to, Y/N? I’m as competitive as they come! Of course I didn’t let you win, you beat me fair and square this time,” he replied with a wink. 

At some point, you and Nick had fallen asleep on the couch together with your new blanket draped over you both. You were facing his chest with your arms wrapped around each other when you started to stir, but the slow and steady beat of his heart soothed you right back to sleep.

You remained tangled together most of the night, even after the two of you migrated to your bed. That night you had the most restful night of sleep that you had in a long time, you slept without fear of waking up alone because just like always, you knew Nick would still be there with you no matter what. 

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camping

Lark catches him with one leg out the window. He’s fully kitted; holstered, prepped, armored, ready. A dark pack slung over his shoulder. 

In the low light, Xavier pretends the look on his face isn’t fully, completely wounded.

“Are you leaving?” He asks.

Nothing about Lark is timid. He’s cool. Even-tempered, mostly, where Xavier knows he runs way too hot. They temper each other. Bring the baselines up, down. Around him is the most normal Xavier thinks he’s felt since getting here, being this person. And so the quiet tone of his best friend’s voice cleaves him in fucking two. 

One for you, he thinks, and one for you to send back to my mom. You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you? Make sure I get there? Make sure I get home?

Instead of answering, Xavier pulls the balaclava further down his face. For one single second, one skip of his heartbeat, Lark’s expression is obscured. When it comes into view again, the furrow of his brow and sorrowfully twisted mouth have vanished. He’s Lark again; not a scared boy facing what might be loneliness for the first time in a long time. He’s Lark. Cool, even-tempered. Has found, without Xavier’s help, his baseline. 

“Just for tonight,” he says. Even to his own ears, he sounds off. Falsely chipper. “No worries, man. I’ll be back by morning.”

“You’re not being careful anymore.” His friend crosses his arms over his chest. “You weren’t in the first place, but you’re really not now. Sneaking out is insane, Xavier.”

He’s glad for the balaclava. It obscures him, too. Hides the guilty set to his jaw. 

“I’m not going to get you in trouble, okay? I’m not asking you to look-out or anything. You don’t have to—”

“Dude. It’s not me I’m worried about, you fucking asshole.” Lark seethes.

He takes another step into the room. Xavier has the insane thought, the out-of-body swoop of nostalgia, that if he were a different person, Lark would trip over a pile of clothes. A pair of boots, a backpack, a discarded pizza box.  But Xavier’s quarters are stark and empty. 

Xavier tilts his body back into the room, cool night air whipping against just one side of his face now. 

“Matilda doesn’t know.” He reasons, one palm cutting through the air as he speaks. It comes up to tap the collared mic at his throat. He’d fucked with the electronics within. With a solder borrowed via favor from one of the repair techs, he’d fried the conductor on the chip that handled GPS; couldn’t be tracked. With a scalpel he’d slipped into his back pocket on a trip to medical with a broken nose, he’d dug into the tiny microphone; couldn’t be heard. Xavier wasn’t messy. He wasn’t without thought or care or concern. And he certainly wasn’t fucking stupid. He was prepared. 

He might feel pitted, gutted, carved out by the Shadows, but he wasn’t above doing a little gutting for himself. 

 “She doesn’t. Promise. I wouldn’t do that without telling you.”

“I’m not worried about her, either.” Lark scoffs. Xavier notes honest and deceptiveness in it, somehow. He figures Lark trusts her to handle herself. Figures maybe he would like to do it for her, so she didn’t need to. 

“Well then, what in the fuckin’ —”

“You,” Lark hisses, his voice nearly rising above their frantic hissing whispers. “You, Xavier! I’m worried about you.”

They blink at each other. The sliver of moon in the sky outside the window barely cuts into the room. It illuminates a diagonal strip across Lark’s face. And despite his bravado, his confidence, Xavier finds himself memorizing that visage. He wishes Lark would, too. Wonders if he has already. 

“I’ll be back in the morning.” 

“This is stupid, Xavier.”

Xavier’s head, beginning to poke out the window, wrenches back on his neck. He stares at Lark. Lark stares at him. Sick panic slips between each of his ribs like a heavy, acidic ooze. He imagines it eating at the bone, the cartilage. Imagines it dripping off the remains, settling in his stomach, eating him up from the inside out.

This whole time, Lark? You too?

Lark takes a step towards him. “I meant—”

Xavier turns and launches himself from the window. It’s not a far drop, but he lands on the ground with a heavy thud. His arms pinch in towards his sides as he stomps across the base, avoiding cameras and eyes and lights as he seeks the hole in the barbed wire fence and slips through it. One of the sharp coils of metal catches his pants at the thigh. The fabric rips, his skin rips; the tears soaking under the sockets of his balaclava aren’t from the pain.

*

Benji doesn’t like it out here. The wilderness. The fact he’s so far from base, from home, makes the darkness of the forest that much more oppressive. It’s another country. Another continent. And he feels the night seep into him like every winding kilometer between him and his bed — even if it’s currently without a frame, even if the floor it rests on needs refinished, has been eaten through with a burgeoning colony of termites. 

As he sits at the campfire, his back to the tent that provides meager shelter and even less comfort, Benji imagines going back to that property and finding nothing. Nothing but the brick at its base, the fancy gifted pots and pans from Saha sitting on a stone floor because bugs have eaten the rest of everything. 

Nothing, he thinks, would be leagues better than this.

He’s well and truly alone, which is probably making the paranoia worse. Probably making the crunch of twigs and dry leaves louder. The call of an owl becomes the cry of a monster. Not for the first time since he joined up, not even the first time this deployment, Benji is reduced. Made less. Smaller. He feels young and scared. Feels how he had at thirteen, brought along up north for a hike in a nature reserve. He’d gotten lost, then. Found his way back to the group with shaking knees that he still wouldn’t admit to.

 The big sprawl of greenery hadn’t been like Crosby, with its view of the shipyard and distant skyline, evidence of humanity in the occasionally litter-strewn scraggly grass. No humanity out here, besides him. No evidence of it except the trail of smoke into the sky. 

As if on cue, the wind picks at it. Brushes across, some divine hand guiding water-laden bristles through the grey. Making it fade, disappear. Once the fire’s out, where will the evidence be? Where will Benji?

“Hopefully not fuckin’ here,” he mumbles aloud, mostly because it’s nice to hear a voice.

“I like it.”

Benji’s shoulders tense. He nearly nearly goes for his weapon. He should. It’s sitting right beside him, one gloved hand resting on the stock. He should lift it, turn on a knee as he’d been trained, aim and let his training (the muscle memory) solve the issue of an intruder for him.

Except he doesn’t. The owl calls again, the leaves crunch, but he feels only that initial zap of panic. A cold flare up his spine, tingling his scalp; only that tiny, tiny moment.

Because he recognizes that voice.

“Fucker.” Benji accuses. He twists on his ass, peering over his shoulder into the close-knit interlocking of trees. At the shadowed edge of his terror, in the darkness he tries not to think about, stands a figure. Materializing it — well. Like a shadow. How funny.

 And isn’t it strange, isn’t it awful, that such an imposing cut of a man strikes not a single fucking chord of fear in him? Rather, the lingering dread of the forest washes away. The smoke rises in a straight plume once more, and it just slightly obscures Xavier’s face as he rounds the fire and sits opposite.

“Coulda killed you.” Benji continues. The other man busies himself peeling off his gloves, his helmet, the dark hood covering his face. 

“Nah.” Xavier sticks his tongue out and touches two pale fingers to it, makes such a cutely contrite face as he plucks lint off that Benji finds himself grinning. He watches the American throw the balaclava to the side, and it skitters across the dirt to disappear at the edge of their orange-glow sanctuary.

“Ugh. I hate this shit. So cheap. Falls apart on the second wash.”

“Lyin’ liar.” Benji deadpans. “Smell you lot constantly. No washin’ happening over there, I’ll tell y’that much.”

“Fuck you.” Xavier chirps. He scrubs a hand through his already messy hair, makes it even more tantalizing. “I’m sure you’re not getting regular showers out here either. Playing Boy Scout.”

Benji pretends that the hint of fond amusement is triple its strength, because it warms him more than the fire. Xavier’s long legs bend. He rests his chin on his knees, tilts his head slightly as he regards Benji. The consistency of that stare makes heat rise to his cheeks. 

Benji raises two fingers in the air. “On my honor, or whatever.”

“It’s three.” Xavier points out, raising a massive hand to demonstrate. “Pretty sure two is for the girls.”

He corrects it with a nod, a suggestive whistle. “Ooh. Thanks, mate. Wouldn’t know know about that, personally.”

Xavier blinks at him. A gorgeous wash of color, not from the cold of the air surrounding them or the crackling fire, touches over his cheeks. He barks out a fantastic laugh that beckons Benji to join in with a huff of his own.

“Alright. That one was pretty good.”

“I know.” Benji’s cheeks already hurt from smiling. “Thanks.”

The conversation lapses once they’ve done their strange ritualistic check in. They ask things. Rarely do they ask the questions that beg to be put forth, and this time is no different. Benji asks about a tattoo on his wrist when he wants to ask: are you eating all right, are your friends all still alive, have you got any new traumas? 

Xavier asks if he’s keeping up with his hair, because it looks longer. Instead of asking: do you think you can keep doing this for much longer, when do you think this shit will ever stop? Will it? 

Will it? 

Eventually, Xavier’s growling stomach drives a wedge in their chatter. Benji snorts and retrieves the hotplate from his pack, the dehydrated meal, and the main course of one of his meals: a near-expired can of mixed vegetables.

“Oh, fuck.” Xavier groans in such a way that he has to ignore it. He puts a hand on his loud stomach. “You’re such a jack of all trades, man. What are they going to do without their chef? Their medic?”

“I’m only out here for the next —” Benji checks his watch, flicking the sleeve back to note the hands. “Two hours.”

Because you told me to be here, because we’re both in the area, because I want to see you, because we only ever get —

Xavier huffs, blowing a red-gold strand of hair from his forehead. “Two hours.”

Benji ignores whatever thing laces the end of that complaint. He can’t think about it like he can’t think about the groan Xavier had let out at the sight of food. It feels too real. Too personal. Too intimate. It makes him wonder, maybe, that he isn’t the only one who wishes for more time.

“S’enough to catch up, play cards.” He shakes the can, grimaces at the wet sloshing of its contents. “Eat a three course meal.”

Xavier bats his eyes, then shuffles around the curve of the fire. Puts himself closer to Benji, their crossed knees bumping. “That’s a cute nickname for me.” 

“Awful.” Benji accuses as he cracks the can with his pocket knife, sets it up to warm at the fire. From his pack he retrieves his canteen and a plastic bag. 

“Dude. If that’s weed —”

“It’s spices —”

“Oh, man. Benji. If that was weed I was going to fucking—” Xavier makes an obscene gesture, tongue tucked in his mouth, an eyebrow quirked. “You’re already like, my favorite British guy other than that one old guy from Taken.”

“He’s Irish, mate. Fuckin’ hell.”

“S’the same thing, almost?” 

Benji regards him impassively, eyes unblinking. “Xavier. You ever our side, you cannot say that shit.”

Xavier falls back to his elbows, his legs kicking perilously close to the fire as he laughlaughlaughs. Benji loves the fucking sound. He’s growing used to hearing it, although it’s only occasionally. Every so often sort of noise. He wants it to be a regular one.

“Holy shit. Benji, you should have seen the look — oh my God. Oh Jesus. Your face!”

Benji kicks at him half-heartedly, turning to focus on the food so the grin he sports is half as visible. 

*

They eat and chat. Then they retreat into Benji’s tent. It’s barely big enough for him, so they’ve got to cram together. Got to, of course. No other way around it. Xavier could leave, be back where he needs to be on time. But instead they fit piece by piece, limbs and arms and torsos. Wrap together, shove and knee and prod, until they find something comfortable. There’s not enough room to play cards. Not enough room to do much but face each other, chat more. Benji keeps the arm not tucked under his head on Xavier’s waist — because his hand fits there nicely, but also because he needs to see his watch. 

Because they talk. Because they can pass hours like they’re minutes. 

“Oh, she’s posh.” Benji’s laughing, trying to keep his voice down as much as possible. They’re playing a dangerous game already; his volume doesn’t need to add to the peril. “Won’t drink water plain, hates the taste.”

“You have bad water over there?”

“Naw. S’good, actually. Anyway, she, like — she’ll put frozen fruit in, yeah? Makes this whole concoction, says it tastes better.”

“I always forget to drink water.” Xavier admits. “She sounds smart.”

Benji snorts. “Yeah, she is. Smarter than me anyway. Smarter than the whole lot of us just by default. She didn’t join up.” 

Xavier squirms a little in place because Benji has tilted with the force of his laughter. The movement brings there. Bodies together again, Xavier’s hip more under his palm, their legs tangled together. It feels intimate. Their heads rest on their arms, on the cold ground; it feels like pillow talk, anyway. 

“You ever been camping?” 

Xavier switches topics like that naturally. Like he knows when something is hedging too morose for Benji to linger on. Like he can sense it, place guiding hand on his shoulder, steer him somewhere nicer. Benji wishes they were somewhere nicer. He wishes they were in his bed, actually. He shuts his eyes and imagines it. When they blink open, though, they’re still out in the middle of nowhere, Montana. At least — he thinks they haven’t crossed borders, anyway. Might be nowhere, Saskatchewan. He’d like that. Never been to Canada. Never been camping.

Benji tells him as much. Then keeps going, and tells him about that teenage trip to the nature reserve. How scared he’d been, how embarrassed.

“I think camping would be fun with you.” Xavier’s big palm brushes over his side. They’d both taken their vests off. Their weapons rest in the corner of the tent, shoved far enough away they don’t dig into any soft places. 

“Yeah? You don’t seem the type.”

“I like the water better.” Xavier says with a gleam to his eye. Like it’s the sun off the surface of the water right there, reflecting through a memory. Benji smiles a bit. It should frighten him just like the forest: how easy it to imagine Xavier in nicer, softer, prettier places. On the water with salt and spray and wind in his hair. 

In Benji’s bed, maybe. Even though it lacks a frame. 

His eyes lid, smile slipping. “If I fall asleep, will y’wake me up?”

“You have, what —?”

“Hour.” Benji hums. Most of the word trails off in a sigh.

“Sure.” And then, quieter: “I’ll just…keep watch.”

One of his eyes cracks open. He shoots Xavier a narrowed, knowing look of smug satisfaction. “Freak. You gonna watch me sleep?” 

“Yeah. You’re so pretty, Benji.”

Benji’s eyebrows climb his forehead. Xavier presses his lips together immediately. 

The words had escaped on their own, it seems. Immediate — manipulation or honesty, Benji’s not sure. He doesn’t care either. He watches big green eyes get bigger, blow wider in their panic. Round and wet. Benji thinks of spring rain, stark emerald leaves against a washed grey sky. He loves that contrast. It suits Xavier well, too. Thee crown of his hair in the low light still saturated, lovely; green eyes against the dark tarp behind him, over his shoulder. Benji brushes a hand over it, fingers tracing muscle that shivers under the touch. 

He doesn’t feel like he can sleep, anymore.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He murmurs. He traces the defined curve of muscle beneath Xavier’s black t-shirt, fingers slowing as they move from fabric to skin. His collarbone is sharp and stark; Benji traces that first, dips down to the hollow of his bobbing throat, moves upwards over his jaw. “Takes one, I suppose?”

Xavier blushes, then. And he really won’t sleep — he won’t do anything but push Xavier onto his back. Shove, more like. He shoves and Xavier goes. He makes a soft noise, hands landing on Benji’s lower back as he settles overtop him. 

“We don’t have time for this.”

Xavier huffs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he shakes his head. “I would be, like, so quick.”

“Love that you’re freely admitting that.”

“You’re kidding. No shame here. You are —” Xavier’s touch coasts up the back of his neck, fingers burying into his hair. Benji makes a noise of his own, something vulnerable and surprised, when it tightens. “Okay. Um. Tell me now if you’re serious about time. Because I’ll roll over and leave you alone. But —”

“Roll over.” 

Xavier swallows hard. He rolls over, shifting onto his other side. It’s warm from where they’ve been touching. Benji tucks himself against that broad back, face burying between his shoulder blades. 

“How quick?”

“Oh, fuck.” Xavier’s hips push backwards. It’s so fast Benji knows it’s reflex; uncontrollable. “That depends.” 

“On?”

Xavier draws in a long, slow breath. It wheezes out of him a little shaky, and his hands come up to cover Benji’s where they rest on his slim waist. In a delicate, submissive voice he says: “On, um, whose hand it is?” 

“Yours. I want to watch.” 

Xavier moans then. There’s a rustle in the bushes not far from their clearing that makes them both pause and laugh. The sound had spooked something out there. Something, Benji thinks, that sounded blessedly small. And yet he feels safe here — it wouldn’t have mattered if the thing stomped away. Not when Xavier’s belt clanks as he undoes it, not when the whole mass of his warm body tucked to Benji’s chest, quivers and twitches. 

“This all you want to take me camping for?” He rubs his face into scratchy black jersey-knit fabric. Inhales the scent of pine, dry leaves, cool mountain air, Xavier. “Charming little bastard.”

Xavier’s heavy breathing hitches; either on a laugh, or the fact that Benji has guided his hand, with fingers encircling his wrist, down the open zipped of his pants. He can feel the exact moment Xavier touches himself. The taut pause of his body, heart set to a racing pattern. Benji tucks his nose against the pulse in his neck, tongue darting out to swipe salty skin.

“Could roast marshmallows.” 

“Already cooked for you, dickhead.” Benji teases, keeping his voice soft and low. He cups Xavier’s elbow, chasing a hand up and down his forearm as it moves. He’s thinking of that array of tattoos; stark black against pale skin, how freckles peek through the blank spots in cute little constellations. 

“S-Stargaze?” Xavier gasps. The pace increases. His head falls back, skull knocking almost painfully against Benji’s forehead.

Something in his chest jumps at that: the simple, sweet offer to lay on their backs together, look up at the cosmos. It feels so normal. Peaceful. He thinks about the hole in his roof, the one he’s yet to patch. He can’t see the Milky Way from Liverpool, but wonders if something plucked the tent away if they’d be left under that wash of starlight and distant celestial bodies. 

Benji shuffles closer, wedging a knee between Xavier’s thighs. He presses upwards until he knows Xavier gets that good, mean little bit of pressure. And he knows it’s good because he pushes back, ass against where Benji himself is rapidly growing hard.  

Xavier whines properly, then. His hand pauses. Benji’s eyes lock to the tendon in his arm, how the whole limb shakes with effort. 

“Ooh.” He coos, briefly setting his teeth in a nip to Xavier’s shoulder through his shirt. “Interesting. M’taking notes on that.”

Xavier laughs again, although it’s far pitchier and shot-through with desperate, aching arousal than any of the laughs he’s gathered. Pretty. Breathy. 

“Yeah? Is that what that is — pen in your pocket?”

Benji bites down. Harder this time. He punctuates the trap of flesh beneath his teeth with a punch of his hips into Xavier’s plush ass. It pushes him forward with a gasp, a little jolt of his body across the small space of the tent. 

“Keep wankin’.” 

Xavier starts up again, his hand moving faster and moans coming quicker, with more desperation. “Do me a favor? Don’t say wanking.” 

“Right, okay.” Benji snorts and adjusts to put his lips to Xavier’s ear. His voice lowers without much of his own input. “Keep touching yourself. Don’t stop, Xavier. Get yourself off, huh? What a gorgeous fuckin’ boy you are. Go on.”

“Oh —”

Benji squeezes Xavier's hip, his side. His hand roams upwards, darts a path between firm pectorals. His fingers coast only briefly to his throat, the lovely line of a pale collarbone, before two touch to a soft, spit-wet bottom lip. A shiver runs through Xavier when it drops, goes slack, opens; when he welcomes the digits in with tongue, with soft suction, Benji offers a filthy moan.

Using that leverage, Benji tilts his sharp chin to the side. He wants to watch. See how as Xavier’s eyes squeeze shut and his cheeks flush with color. Wants to watch it wash over him, shake him. He keeps his other hand firm to Xavier’s waist, presses them together and bites his own lip at the instinctive nudges of Xavier’s hips backwards. 

He’s noisy. Louder still when he cums, teeth briefly clamping onto Benji’s fingers where they’re pressing down on his tongue. He strokes his thumb over Xavier’s jaw as he rides it out, still moving and rolling himself back. The friction isn’t enough, but it’s good. So good Benji can’t help but once again imagine them on the floor, in his bed.

He’d get out the nice sheets. He’d cook again. And that scares him. That terrifies him. More than the forest, more than getting lost, more than being alone. 

But he holds Xavier through the aftershocks, murmuring softly and patting his hair away from his temple. It scares him, how easily the tenderness fits into them. Into this —  it’s not a tender life, and it’s only inevitable that it rips apart this, too. Benji doesn’t want to be caught cleaved in two when it happens.

So, when it’s time for him to go, he doesn’t wake Xavier. He lingers, sure. Watches him sleep. A fist tucked under his chin, other long arm splayed out — it’s the most room he’ll have without Benji in the tent, and yet he still looks much too large. 

Much too pretty. Too there, too real. 

Benji’s quiet as he sets about getting ready to trudge back. The sun will be up, so he won’t worry about the forest, the darkness, the owl calls distorting into something nasty. He thinks about the beach as he walks. He thinks about little bits of frozen blueberry floating in seltzer water, tinting the bubbles lilac. He thinks about camping. He thinks about his mattress on the ground.

Xavier’s warmth lingers all over him. Enough. It has to be enough, for now.

*

When Xavier arrives back to basecamp, Lark’s shocked to find him looking more weary than he’d left. That’s not typical for his rendezvous asides. Usually, he's floating about a foot off the ground and concussion-loopy, grinning. Not now: he settles silent into the spot next to Lark, accepts a tray of unseasoned mush slid his way. 

“He doin’ okay?” Lark asks, focus darting to either side to ensure they have no eavesdroppers. 

Xavier’s gaze lifts for just a moment, but it feels as though it drags. He nods, then pauses, then shrugs with heavy weighted shoulders. He’s got dark, sleepless smudges underneath; he’s admitted before, in a gross display of affectionate longing, that sometimes all they did was talk and sleep. Sleep sleep. 

Xavier’s eyes well up as they stare at one another. There’s no apology necessary. Lark doesn’t need one. He doesn’t expect it of Xavier, either. He doesn’t expect a lot of things from Xavier, but what he admits next is not one of those things. 

“How do you get over…I mean. Every time. Every fucking time it’s like that, you know? What if this is it?” Xavier asks. He tilts his head for privacy, keeps his rough, sad voice low. “What if he’s — and what if that’s all I get — and I never —?”  

Lark swallows, too. He can’t reach out and hug Xavier; not with dozens of cold, prying eyes around them. So he nudges their boots together beneath the table, trying to communicate the feeling of his arms around Xavier’s shoulders with eyes alone. 

“I don’t think there’s any getting over it?” Lark admits just as quietly. After a moment, he sighs. “And I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“I know.”

It’s the corporal who responds. He watches as Xavier sits up a bit straighter with a purposeful, steadying breath. He pushes the tray away. Something flicks off behind his eyes. That makes Lark want to cry more than the conversation, than Xavier’s constant jumping into danger for one, two, three unguaranteed hours.

[simpscripts]

Headcanon Security Breach Fnaf x Reader

Prompt: How each of the animatronics would react to the reader with their merch/ handcrafted merch.

Freddy:

As you exited the gift shop you couldn’t help the slight spring in your step as you finally got your hands on the stuffed animal Freddy you have been eyeing forever. It was so cute just like the animatronic you have grown to love as you get to know more and more.

You figured with your employee discount plus working there would automatically help you get your hands on merch easier but you quickly learned even with employee perks the merch, especially Freddys plush, always flew off the shelves as quickly as it was stocked.

“Freddy look! I finally got the plush!” You squeezed the plush tightly into your chest in a full hug as you bounded up to Freddy.

He is shocked seeing how much love you already have for the plush version of himself and gets funny warm feelings watching how happy you are to have his plush.

“Superstar, I am honored you want my merch! I wish you had told me sooner, I always have extras in my dressing room!”

With that he would insist on dragging you back to his room, the singular plush in your arms getting buried by the pile of merch he is practically throwing at you.

“This one, and this one. Oh Superstar you have to wear my shirt too, you would look amazing in it! Oh and this one too!”

“Freddy, help, you’re kinda suffocating me here buddy!”

“Whoops, sorry about that.”

For the rest of the night he would absolutely demand you put on a small fashion show for him, first closing the blinds to his room, and of course always being a perfect gentleman and turning around while you change out of each shirt.

With each shirt you tried on he would loudly clap, showering you with adoration and praise, acting as if this was the first time he had ever seen his shirts worn.

Chica:

You had a very big surprise for Chica today, you had spent all morning before your shift executing the perfect pizza for your beloved animatronic.

This was no ordinary pizza though, you spent hours adding the cheese and pepperoni slices so they made the image of Chica’s face to show her how much you adored and appreciate her.

It was a bit of a balancing act holding the large box in your hand while trying to knock on her dressing room door but with the fresh smell of pizza wafting through the door it didn’t take long to hear Chica call out in a questioning voice “Do I smell pizza?” Before ripping open the door.

You cant help but laugh watching the animatronic before you already start fidgeting, shaking at the joints, and staring at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N you brought me pizza?!”

“Not just any pizza, open it up!” You yourself were very excited to see her reaction, but you also noticed the near feral gaze she had while reaching out for the box. “Carefully!”

Chica would be sobbing if she could while looking down at the perfectly cooked pizza that mirrored her face.

“I made it for you!”

“You... made this?”

You nodded back happily and before you knew it the box was snatched from your hands and the large animatronic sped passed you, screaming with an ear piercing screech ‘pizza’ as loudly as she can, while forcefully pushing you aside as she passed causing you to spin in your step.

Chica would then go door to door to each dressing room screaming and bragging about her pizza portrait, slices disappearing between each visit. By the time Chica reached Freddy’s door the whole pizza was gone.

“Where is the pizza, Chica?” Freddy asks while looking down at the empty box.

“It’s pizza Freddy, how could I not eat it? But just picture my face as pizza and that’s what it looked like!”

Roxanne:

Roxanne’s mechanical eyes scanned over the crowd in front of her, stopping as she picks up on her favorite employee’s form amongst the crowd as she always does.

Taking a second to scan them over her eyes suddenly zeroes in on the tight fit purple grey shirt you were wearing with her face prominently displayed across the chest.

In seconds flat she is marching through the sea of children before scooping you up in her arms.

“What are you wearing Y/N?” All of her functions seem to shut off as her attention is fully on the shirt adorning your body, mechanical hands running over the shirt and slightly tickling your stomach as she brushed passed it.

“I’m wearing your shirt! Why do you not like it?” Answering a bit insecurely at her strange reaction. “You know I am your biggest fan!”

With that statement Roxanne practically had cartoonish stars and sparks shooting out from her eyes.

“Of course I love it and of course you would love me! I am the best!”

She squeezes you tightly before lifting you in the air high above her head, ignoring your panicked squeals, as she bounds back over to the rest of the group.

“Y/N Is my biggest fan! I am the best! I am loved! I have so many fans that adore me!”

She throws you around like a little puppet, showing you off to each of the band members while proudly shouting about how great she is.

Once she is finished bragging she would find the closest marker and start signing your shirt, your bag, your lanyard, anything and everything she could get her hands on for you to show off that you were her biggest fan.

Monty:

Packing up your locker at the end of your shift you make sure to grab your brand new Monty plush before shutting the door. Walking through the plaza you shout a general goodbye to the animatronics before skipping over to Monty’s door for the personal goodbye you give him each night.

From the moment he opened his door his eyes locked onto the small plush tucked in between your arms, he knew he should probably feel happy seeing you with it but his hyperactive rage and jealously fueled up instead, quickly plucking the plush out of your arms in between his claws, and holding the head of the plush in a death grip.

“Why do you have this?”

“Monty please be careful with it, please don’t break it!”

“Nonsense! You don’t need this filmsy thing when you have the real thing right in front of you!” With a deep laugh he impulsively ripped the head of the plush right in front of your horrified gaze.

You brokenly screamed out a plea for him to stop but it was too late, in between his claws were the split remains of his own plush with stuffing falling to the floor between you two. Tears started bubbling up in your eyes as you look up at him in total shock at how selfish and impulsive the reptile could be.

“What’s wrong Y/N? I thought spending time with me would be better than with some cheap imitation, is it not?”

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT MONTY!?” You couldn’t hold back your own rage now as your tears flooded down your cheeks. “OF COURSE I WANT TO SPEND MY TIME WITH YOU MORE BUT THAT PLUSH WAS THE BEST REPLACEMENT FOR WHEN I AM ALONE AT NIGHT!”

After your small rant you both stared at each other for a bit as Monty tried to process your words. You frustratedly wipe your tears away and take a few big deep breaths to calm yourself.

“It’s not like you can leave and come home with me Monty, that plush was going to keep me company when I felt sad or alone.”

His eyes scanned the whole area quickly taking in what he had done and realized how much he had messed up. Without responding to you he quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before running off through the halls.

Eventually he made it to the gift shop and despite it being locked up he quickly ripped open the door, adding another broken door to his long list of items he has destroyed over time, and barreled through the shop trying to find the display with his plushies.

Setting you down on the ground he quickly scoops up as many plushes as he can, not noticing his tail knocking over several displays , and pushing the plushes into your arms.

“I...am sorry, I did not think clearly, I just wanted you to myself.”

You cant help but giggle softly, watching him desperately try to fix the situation in the most Monty way possible, filling your heart with warmth.

“I forgive you but please don’t do it again, if you wanted me to hug you instead you could have just asked me.”

He would quickly take this opening to pick you up, plushes and all, and spin you around knocking over even more merchandise in the process.

Sundrop/Moondrop:

“Hello friend! How are you! Did you have an amazing day?” Sundrops bright cheerful voice screamed loudly as you entered the room, arms tucked behind your back hiding your surprise.

“Hi Sunny! I had a great day, thank you for asking! But its about to get better!”

The bright yellow animatronic in front of you spun his face around, swinging it side to side as he swayed looking at you quizzically as he could.

Before he needed to respond you swung your arms out in front of you, displaying the sundrop and moondrop art you made specifically for them.

He leaned down slightly, bending comically at the knees, to observe the paper in front of him before gasping loudly and fainting dramatically, falling into the ballpit behind him. You giggled as you watched him, his head popping out of the pit before spinning around very quickly.

“This is amazing! Did you make this? AH” He screeched out causing you to flinch suddenly. “IS THAT GLITTER GLUE!?!”

“It is! Do.. you like it?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your heels anxiously.

He quickly bounced out of the ball pit, reaching an impressive height, before flipping and landing in front of you. “Like it? I LOVE IT!” He squealed loudly as he picked you up in his arms bridal style and spun you around until you got dizzy.

“Ok ok, I am glad you liked it but I am getting a bit dizzy Sunny, do you mind putting me down?”

“Oh right!”

Once he placed you down again he couldn’t contain his happiness and chose to dance around you in a circle as you giggled along with him.

“Hey sunny, do you mind if I shut off the lights so I can show Moon?”

He stopped his dancing and nodded to you happily, taking your hand and leading you over to the light switch. “Thank you for asking, I am sure he will love it as much as I do!” He spoke ecstatically before taking your hand in his, both of you switching off the light together.

With the lights now off you reach into your pocket to pull out your flashlight, turning it on and revealing the moon faced animatronic now before you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? It’s late, you need to be in bed, you need sleep, you need-“

“It’s alright Moon, I stayed late so I could show you and Sunny what I made!” Quickly pulling out the paper again and holding it out for him.

Unlike with Sundrop, Moon took his time to fully examine the art piece. His hand tracing along the lines of the art work and rolling over the bubbly surface of the blue glitter glue you used on his hat.

“Do you like it Moony?” You were hesitant to speak and break him out of his concentration.

“It’s amazing, I have never seen anything like it. Is that glitter glue?”

“Mhm, here I want you both to keep it.” Pushing the paper fully into his grip.

Before you knew it your in his arms, much like how Sunny held you just moments ago, dragging you off to his room.

“We shall hang it above the bed so we can always look at it!”

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨

A/N: This is the start of a new series of shorter fics to indulge me and how much of a hoe I am for these characters. Each character will get their own part and I will be writing for a gender neutral reader in each one. However, I would like to specify that for Robin specifically I will be writing with a female/non-male reader due to her being a lesbian and I’m not comfortable writing her with a male reader. 

Also gonna preface that while there isn’t gonna be smut outright, this series will be for 18+ readers only. MINORS DNI. 

Steve Harrington’s parties were always legendary. There was one party you remembered from a couple of years ago where someone had drunk so much and done so many shots they got alcohol poisoning, the ambulance whisking the unfortunate soul away putting a stop to the end of semester celebrations. Since then, the parties had been slightly less lively and alcohol consumption was monitored a little more carefully. That didn’t stop you or the others drinking, dancing, and badly singing the night away out by the pool while a bizarre mix of everyone’s music blared at top volume from inside the house.

Tonight’s party was no different. Empty pizza boxes were scattered around the large living area while a mixtape Eddie had made of different songs everyone enjoyed emanated from the speakers and made the ground vibrate. Olivia Newton-John’s Twist Of Fate was currently playing, and Nancy was dancing along to it with Jonathan, the latter blushing a little as the former encouraged him to let loose and get into it a little more. Steve was watching wistfully, his eyes following Nancy’s every move. Eddie and Billy were off to the side with half empty red solo cups filled with whatever nasty concoction Robin had thrown together in the punch bowl. You and Argyle, meanwhile, were leaning on each other on the sofa as your highs from the purple palm tree delight he’d supplied began to dwindle.

Everyone complained loudly when the volume of the music was turned down slightly, Robin grasping an empty beer bottle in her hand.

“Guess who’s got an exciting game in mind for everyone,” she sang, her form practically vibrating with excitement.

“Is this game gonna be the same as the last one you came up with?” Steve asked. “Because if so, no thanks. I don’t feel like explaining to my parents why there’s another red wine stain splattered up the wall.”

Robin shook her head and bit her lip. “Better than that, my friend. I’m proposing a game of… seven minutes in heaven!”

The room was silent for a moment apart from the sound of the song changing to Hey You by Pink Floyd. Everyone stared at Robin, not quite sure they’d heard her correctly.

“Seven minutes in heaven? As in making out with a random person in a closet for seven minutes?” Steve was somewhat incredulous, an eyebrow quirked upwards.

She nodded. “The very same. C’mon guys, it’ll be fun!”

Billy scoffed and took a sip from his cup. “That’s a stupid game.”

“What’s wrong, Hargrove?” Eddie teased. “Worried you’ll get Harrington?”

“Rather him than you, freak.” The last part was said in more of endearing way rather than to be cruel, not that any of you would have known otherwise if he hadn’t smirked while saying it.

“I think it’d be a pretty rad time, my dudes,” Argyle piped up from his spot beside you.

Robin pointed in his direction. “See, Argyle has the right idea. It doesn’t have to mean anything, it’s just a silly party game. Pleeeaaase?”

You smiled as you sat up. “I’m in. It’s got to be better than just sitting around doing fuck all.”

As soon as you agreed to join in, Eddie and Steve immediately decided that they were going to play as well. Nancy was reluctant, but opted in once Jonathan reassured her that it didn’t have to have an impact on their relationship as long as they were both mature about it and discussed any issues they had with it if such issues were to arise. Billy was the last to agree to play, muttering that he didn’t want to be left out of the fun.

You all made your way up the stairs to Steve’s room, agreeing that each pair would use the closet in the guest room next door for a little more privacy while still having someone close enough that they could knock on the door and let the couple know when their time was up.

The eight of you sat yourselves in a circle with the bottle laying on its side in the centre, Nancy on your left and Billy on your right. You could just about hear the music from downstairs, the sound providing background noise so that there wasn’t just an awkward silence.

“Okay!” Robin clapped her hands. “Here’s how this is gonna go down. Person A spins the bottle and whoever the neck of the bottle points to when it stops is Person B. Person A and Person B will then get seven minutes in the closet together to make out or whatever you decide to do. When your time’s up, someone will come and knock twice on the closet to let you know that you can come out.”

Billy scoffed as he leaned back on his hands. “And when do you know when seven minutes are up? You gonna be counting down each second?”

She rolled her eyes and held up an egg timer that she’d acquired from the kitchen. “This baby will start going brrr when time’s up. That good enough for you, or would you prefer that we all just count loudly to 420 seconds?”

You interjected before he could come up with a snarky response. “Sounds good to me! Why don’t we get started and decide who gets to spin first, yeah?”

Robin briefly shot you a grateful expression. She then retrieved some straws from her back pocket, the bottoms concealed by her fist. “Whoever draws the straw with the red pen mark on the bottom gets to go first. After that, we’ll go round the circle clockwise.”

One by one, you each pulled a straw from Robin’s hand. By the time two straws remained, the only people left to pick a straw were you and Robin. Everyone else’s straws had been bare, meaning that one of you would be the first to spin the bottle and therefore the first to spend time in the closet.

Your hands began to sweat as you pinched the end of a straw. You bit your lip, pulling it out of your friend’s fist and cursing when you saw the red mark. Of course. It felt typical that you had almost literally drawn the short straw. With a huff, you put it in your pocket and leaned forward to grip the bottle. You twisted your wrist around then span the object and resumed your seated position before as you waited to see who it would land on.

Billy | Nancy | Jonathan | Argyle | Steve | Robin | Eddie

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆.....

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕:

I want to sit on the kitchen floor eating pizza at 3am with you and talk about our hopes and dreams

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬: 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑬. 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑷𝑨𝑫, 𝑨𝑶3, 𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬!

𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬

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You could feel his eyes on you From across the room. A small smile creeped up on your face as you peered up at Chris from your book. He quickly snapped his eyes from you acting as if he wasn't looking at you. You chuckled. "I saw you."

You shut your book, sitting it beside you. You walked over to him; he was sitting on the couch across from you so it wasn't that far of a walk.

You straddled his waist, the first thing you did was kiss him, your fingers running through his hair. Chris Chuckled softly running his finger over your cheek. "I'm so in love with you." Chris whispered. He looked into your eyes with his blue eyes. His eyes were scrunched from the smile that was on his face. Chris wasn't lying when he said he was in love with you. He's been in love with you for years and he honestly didn't remember a time when he didn't.

To him, you were an angel. He's been waiting years to find you and when he did, god he was on cloud 9. Everything about you was flawless. Your smile, your laugh, your humor, your beauty, everything.

Just like Chris was there for you, you were there for him. Panic attacks, need help with something like killing a spider, cuddles, you both had each other's backs. It was like you both were meant for each other

Chris, He couldn't comprehend a world with you, but he didn't have to worry because a world without you wasn't going to happen any time soon.

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"I'm so in love you too." You kissed him again before pulling away with with a chuckle. "So what do you want to do today?" You ran your finger up and down through his hair as you waited for an answer.

Chris sucked in his breath, "um I was thinking we can stay at home, go get in the pool, look up at the stars, and later come in and watch a movie while eating pizza. What do you think love?"

You smiled at him. "I think that's a good idea." You gave him one more kiss before getting off of his lap. "I'll finish reading until later when the sun has settled behind the mountains." You sat back down on the other couch, grabbing your book.

"sounds great babe."

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Those few hours flew by in a heartbeat. Before you knew it, you and Chris were in your swimwear and on your ways to the pool.

As you walked outside the cool night air hit you. You shivered as you tiptoed the pool. Chris was right behind you as you waddled into the pool. Just as you imagined the pool way cold too. You weren't planning on staying in it for long though.

Chris got in with you, quickly wrapping his arms around your you. "It's a little cold, but it's very nice." Chris looked up at the sky. "The stars are twinkling, the moon is high in the sky, and I'm with my best gal. Nothing is more perfect." He looked back at you before kissing you.

You pulled away smiling. "I feel a lot warmer when I'm in your arms." You said pressing your head into his shoulder. Chris rubbed his hands up and down your bare back. "Same."

You both stayed like that for a little whil, no words being spoken until you pulled away. You looked up at Chris, he had his eyes closed. "What are you doing Chris?"

Chris opened his eyes, "making a wish." You laughed, "what did you wish for?"

"can't tell you, if I do it won't come true." You raised your eyebrows, "okay." You snuck in a chuckle before you pulled away from him fully, "well I'm going to go back in, it's getting really cold." You turned around climbing up the little ladder.

You wrapped yourself in the towel on the lounge chair and walked inside leaving Chris by himself.

You went straight into the bathroom, discarding your clothes so you can take a shower. Opening the glass door, you turned on the water, wait till it was hot before you got in.

As the fresh warm water ran down your body, you sighed. Your head was empty, you just allowed the water to fall over your body.

Your peace didn't last long; Chris opened the shower door a few minutes later. He was shivering,"is there room for two in here?"

You laughed, moving back so he could join you. He quickly got in under the warm water. "Ahh, that's much better."

You shook your head, a smile on your face. Chris turned to you, "so you want me to lather you up or not?" Chris asked. "Sure, just don't do anything weird."

You picked up your towel and handed it to him. Chris began covering you in soap. He managed to make it none sexual which was nice. Showers with him always ended with doing it.

When he was finished, you returned the favor and soaped him up. Once everything was rinsed off you and Chris got out.

The both of you put on some warm clothes. Chris some sweats and you put on some panties and one of his oversized shirts.

Now you were sitting on the couch, dodgers head in your lap as he slept and Chris who was on the phone with his favorite pizza place.

You watched as he made the phone call in the kitchen. You remembered thinking to yourself he was so handsome pacing back and forth as he talked to the man on the other side of the phone. You thought he wouldn't notice your eyes but he did, and when he looked your way you stared into space like you weren't looking.

"I saw you." He said as he walked over to you. "You saw nothing." You said giving him an angry looked which to Chris was freaking adorable. "Okay fine, I saw nothing." He sat down beside you and gave dodger some pets.

"pizza Will be here in about 30 minutes so we can watch a movie until then." Chris leaned over a grabbed the romote control off the coffee table. "Whatcha wanna watch babe?" Chris asked as he turned on disney plus. "Hmmm, Lilo & stitch."

Chris laughed, "okay." He turned on the film and you both began to watch it.

That lasted for 30 minutes before the doorbell rung. "I got it." Chris got up and went to answer the door.

Dodger lifted his head and looked up at you. "Pizzas here buddy." You said, getting up. Dodger followed you to the kitchen where you pulled out two plates for you and Chris. Chris returned this time with the pizza. He sat it on the counter and opened the box. The amazing smell of pizza filled your nostrils causing you to moan. "It smells so good. I don't think I'm going to make it to the couch."

You sinked down on the floor. Chris looked down at you confused, "what are you doing?" "I'm eating on the floor. Join me, it's great down here." Chris shook his head but joined anyways.

"you're right, it is nice down here." He took a bite of his pizza with a raised eyebrows. You both sat on the floor until you were full. The small conversation you were both having quickly blossomed into a conversation about both of your futures together.

"I would like to live on a farm." You said as you hugged your knees. Chris nodded, "yeah, I always wanted one too." There was a brief silence before Chris spoke again. "Maybe we can have that farm one day. You know when we have kids."

Chris was nervous as he said that. You both talked about kids before but never really went into depts.

"I mean yeah. We can have 3 or 4 kids on a farm with a few chickens, and maybe a goat or cow. But we're just living our best life; I want that." You smiled at Chris. He smiled back at you. "Yeah, I want that too."

You both stayed quiet again before Chris blurted out a few words. "Marry me."

You turned to him shocked but confused. "I'm sorry?" Chris exhaled softly, fully turning to you. "Marry me. I don't have the ring with me now, it's a ma's house, but I really want to spend the rest of my life with you." He reached out and grabbed your hands, "so marry me."

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest, you weren't expecting this at all. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

You chuckled before hugging Chris. Chris felt relived, he thought that was going to be hard but nope, it was simple and he was happy with the outcome.

You pulled away looking at him, "I love you Chris."

"I love you too." Chris took your face and gave you a kiss on the lips. he couldn't wait to make you his.

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[beomglocks]

better ; c.yj

summary : you deserve better

pairing : ex-boyfriend/mafia leader!yeonjun x reader

warnings & other : angst, mention of trauma, stalking and kidnapping, yeonjun breaks into your house, refer to picture for visual, i saw this edit on ig and now my mind has fuel, listen to better by WOOGIE.

w/c : ???

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the sunlight peeks through your shades and onto your face, causing you to stir in your sleep. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut hoping your brain can trick itself into sleeping for just a couple more hours longer.

it works for a couple of seconds. closing your eyes tight may have tricked your brain into thinking it was still dark enough to indulge in more sleep.

you sigh peacefully, hoping to get back to your previous dream but you're cut off by the sound of a door being slammed shut.

you open your eyes but remain in bed. it had to be around 7am at least which means no one should be in your house. well, no one should be in your house period. if it was a robber, they sure do work early.

you get out of bed, not caring about your lack of proper clothes because if you were gonna die, what's the point? you take careful steps toward your kitchen to make sure you don't alert whoever may be in there.

the sound of things being moved around and frustrated groans grows louder the closer you get to the room. you grab your nearby safety bat from a corner in your hallway and bring it above your head to swing.

when you come into the line of sight of the intruder in your house you halt yourself from swinging and bring the bat down to your side, the person not realizing yet that you're there.

anger bubbles inside of you at the sight of the sleeve of tattoos and dark head of hair that you recognize all too well.

"what the fuck are you doing in my house yeonjun?"

the boy in question seemingly pays no mind to your question and simply continues rummaging through your fridge and cupboards. "where the hell do you keep your peanut butter?"

you cross your arms at him. "i asked you a question."

"so did i," he retorts. you roll your eyes at him. "you're in my house ass hole, in case you forgot."

he subtly rolls his eyes away from your line of sight and stands up from the fridge. now that he's seen you, his eyes linger on your body for longer than you're ok with. he leans back on your counter with a smile, a visible change in his demeanor, "good morning."

"answer my question," you frown. he sighs, "we got busted and i needed a place to crash."

"yeonjun!" you exasperate. "what? i slept on the couch out of respect for you," he raises his eyebrow, taking a bite out of his slice of dry bread.

"what the fuck do you want me to do, thank you? i told you not to involve me in your mafia gang whatever shit anymore and you go and do this," you gesture to the mess on your countertop.

"yeonjun you're the only other person here! what's with all this shit on my table?!" he continues eating nonchalantly as you scold him and try to clean up as best as you can.

"can you calm down," he sighs. he takes another bite of bread before placing the plate on top of a random box of pizza. "no one saw me come here, you'll be fine."

you continue cleaning, without saying a word to him. you feel like if you open your mouth you'll explode. you clench your teeth as you watch him look through your fridge again out of the corner of your eye.

it's been months since you last saw him and this is the first thing he does. from the counter, you have a pretty good view of his back as he looks through the fridge.

even though you hate him, your mind wanders back in time when that same back would be littered with your marks and scratches. the neck tattoo that would be colored with hickeys he would proudly wear is now bare and untouched.

your eyes go up to his head which thankfully is still turned away from you. the pink mullet he used to rock is now a dark undercut with hints of red. it looks good on him, you have to admit. his ears have more piercings than you remember and you hold back a smile thinking about the time when you would play with his ears and he would tell you to stop.

"you're awfully quiet, what're you thinking about?" he asks, still facing the fridge. you have to remember your relationship with the mafia leader ended months ago, whatever feelings that were present right now were most likely your heart missing human interaction.

"thinking about how i want you out of my house," you mumble, picking up a half empty cup of ramen. he sighs, standing up and fixing his messy hair.

"i said i was sorry," he leans back on the fridge, watching you clean. you bite your tongue, picking up the empty pizza box and tossing it in the trash. "sorry doesn't make up for trauma yeonjun, that's what you don't understand," you say quietly.

"if i knew that would happen to you i wouldn't have left you alone, you know i would've had soobin or taehyun be around you 24/7!" he reasons.

"well you didn't," you breathe out. you give him a tight lipped smile and for the first time in months he's reminded of the pain he saw in you eyes when they brought you back.

"you decided drugs and money were more important than your fucking girlfriend that you love "oh-so-much" getting stalked and kidnapped."

“that’s not tr-“ “that’s what it felt like!” you place an empty soda bottle on the table. he blinks at your outburst. in all the time you’ve spent together, you were never one to lash out even when he annoyed you to no end.

he stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. "y/n," he sighs angrily.

"even after i killed them all? it wasn't enough for you! you still left me," he steps closer to you and you unconsciously step back. you recognized this tone on yeonjun but he never used it on you. it's gravely and deep and on the rare occasion that you did hear it, the outcome was never good.

"yeonjun..."

"no, look- i know what happened to you was fucked up but i tried my best! it still wasn't enough- you still left and didn't even tell me.." he chuckles at this. "do you know how long it took to find this fucking place?"

you look down, suddenly feeling small. any bravery you had has now dissipated. it's like your mind and body were so used to yeonjun that you just knew when to submit.

"you were my only sense of normalcy in that place," he mumbles. "sure i've got the boys but they're not you.."

his head is hung low, making his hair cover his eyes. your first instinct would've been to run into his arms and pepper him in kisses. endless strings of 'i love you' to reassure both of you that what happened wasn't either of your faults.

you bite your lip, "is that why all this food is like this..."

he doesn't move from his spot. "im sorry, i miss you." you almost feel your heart break. you hate seeing yeonjun so messed up about something that he just eats to forget because it's his only other form of happiness, well apart from you.

you walk up to him, bringing your arms around his slim frame. at first, he doesn't hug you back since he wasn't expecting that but soon enough he engulfs you as if he's been touch starved for ages.

"im sorry, please come back to me? i'll do better, i promise you won't get hurt anymore hm?" he sounds hopeful and it makes you close your eyes.

"you need to leave," you say quietly. you feel him hug you tighter as he places his chin on your head. "please let me stay with you," he pleads.

you force yourself to step away from him which takes a lot more effort than you thought. you look up at his face and he looks so broken. it’s rare to see a mafia leader look this vulnerable but yeonjun opens himself up to you like this at times and you feel lucky, in a weird way.

he watches you expectantly, waiting for your answer. “yeonjun i just- i don’t feel safe around you anymore.”

you swear you see his heart shatter right in front of your face.

you want to hit yourself but it’s true. where you once felt peace you only feel fear. maybe once upon a time yeonjun was like your savior but now he brings pain, especially with the type of work he does.

he looks down, biting his lip. you can tell he's trying to act like what you said didn't just tear a hole straight through his heart. "you know i'll still watch over you and keep you safe," he promises.

you smile lightly at him, glad that he hasn't completely given up. "i know." he wastes no time stealing a kiss on your forehead, quickly moving away before you can complain or push him away.

"you still fucked up my kitchen though," you say when he starts walking away to your door. he only shrugs as you watch him walk out your door and out onto the streets.

you can only sigh, hoping he'll be safe until he can get his base back.

[kitkatpancakestack]

For anonymous, who requested established buck and eddie designing the layout of their nursery for their daughter. Extremely elated to invite myself into the girl dad!buddie pandemonium.

Read this and the rest of the Interior Designer!Eddie series on ao3!

XIX

“Buck.”

A mop of brown hair appears in his eyeline, above the edge of his book. He uses his hand to mark the page and lowers it to his lap, revealing Christopher’s bright-eyed smile. “Hey, buddy. What’s up?”

“Dad is doing it again.”

“You mean—”

“Uh-huh.”

“With the binder?”

“Yes."

“Right.” He grabs the receipt he’s using as a bookmark and wedges it in place, setting the book on the side table. Christopher flops onto the couch and turns on the TV, and Buck navigates his way through the still unfamiliar halls of their new home. There are still boxes lining the walls and the ratio of organization to chaos isn’t yet ideal, but they’re making it work. Anyway, Eddie’s been fixated on something else entirely, leaving Buck and Christopher to do most of the unpacking.

He finds his husband sitting on the floor of the empty room with his binder in his lap and a pencil stuck in his ear, staring off into the middle distance. Buck watches for a moment, amused, before he lowers himself to the ground, too, his joints carrying out a full-bellied symphony as he does so.

Eddie angles his head toward him, lips twisting in an amused smile. “Lot of snap, crackle, and popping going on over there.”

Buck bumps him with his shoulder. “That’s big talk, Mr. I-Threw-My-Back-Out-Doing-Laundry.”

“It was from the call, Buck, that piece of the ceiling dropped and bent my spine all out of shape. You saw it happen, you were there.”

“Right, okay.” He scoots close enough to lean his head against Eddie’s shoulder, eyes skating over the scribbly page of notes. “Your son is concerned for your mental health, by the way.”

“My mental health?”

“I believe that’s what I said, yes.”

“I’m fine. I’m being perfectly normal about this.”

“Uh-huh.” He plucks the binder out of Eddie’s lap and flips through the latest section labeled Isla. A disgruntled noise of protests bubbles up the back of Eddie’s throat, but otherwise he doesn’t complain. Buck flips through the notes, not really reading, just absorbing the volume of his husband’s weirdest idiosyncrasy. “You realize she is a baby, and will not be able to shower you with praise and approval, right?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s what I thought.” He deposits the binder in Eddie’s lap and presses a kiss to his temple as he stands. “I’m ordering pizza for tonight. You gonna join us?

Eddie waves him off. Buck rolls his eyes and searches for Christopher, who is in his room, still putting his stuff away. “Dad acting normal again?”

Buck shrugs, flopping onto the bed. “Normal as your dad has ever been, I suppose.”

Christopher nods, turning the book in his hands over and over. A slew of comfortable, wordless moments pass, Buck staring at the ceiling and planning out the week, before Christopher says, “He might not be okay.”

The bed creaks as Buck sits up to peer more directly at him. “What makes you say that?”

He shrugs. “He gets a bit weird with me every time I try talking to him about it. I don’t know.”

“Hm.” Buck lies back down, scratching over the stubble on his face. “I’ll keep an eye on your dad,” he murmurs. “I always do.”

And he does. He doesn’t have a notebook where he catalogues Eddie’s movements every hour, but he still feel like a scientist observing a specimen. Over the next several weeks, Eddie spends most of his time in the soon-to-be nursery, nose shoved in his binder. Soon-to-be, because no meaningful progress has been made in the one room that actually has a time constraint. And Buck knows Eddie has a plan, because he’s seen the Pinterest boards, and scrolled through the tabs on his laptop, and flipped through the pages in the binder, but nothing has translated from Eddie’s head to the physical space.

So, a couple weeks before they’re set to bring their daughter home, Buck does something he never thought he would do:

He asks Eddie to go to Target with him.

It’s early on a Saturday, both of them sleeping off a double. Eddie is essentially dead to the world, so Buck takes advantage and rolls on top of him, tucking the cold tip of his nose into the juncture where Eddie’s jaw meets his neck. “Eddie,” he whispers.

A broken, half-asleep moan is the response.

Buck presses an open-mouthed kiss to his throat. “What are your plans for today?”

Hands slide down Buck’s back, fingers digging into the divots on either side of his spine. Eddie’s voice is low and scratchy and molten lava when he replies, “I have one very good idea right now.”

“Mmhm.” Buck rolls off but doesn’t move far, tangling his fingers through Eddie’s frazzled bedhead. “Let’s go to Target.”

“Target? You?” He’s blinking, suddenly more awake. “I’m sorry, is there someone under the bed pointing a gun at you or something? What’s going on?”

Buck fists a chunk of hair in his hand and administers an emphatic tug. “Asshole. It’s shopping. Let’s go shopping.”

“So weird. I must be dreaming.”

Absolutely insufferable. He thinks about calling him out on it, but Eddie always looks so safe and loved and vulnerable in the mornings, this one especially, and so Buck sidelines his plans for thirty minutes and rolls back on top of his husband.

Christopher seems enthused at the idea when they break it to him over breakfast, but his hidden agenda is revealed when he makes doe eyes at them to buy some new video game that’s just been released. Eddie holds out all of five minutes before caving, five minutes longer than Buck lasted, and the excitement placates Chris while they amble around the store.

“Check this out, Ed.” Buck holds up a peach-colored bean bag and a matching pillow. “This goes with the crib and the rocking chair. And it fits your theme . . . what was it? Morning Sunrise?”

Eddie’s face flushes, as it always does when his interior design compulsion is verbalized, but he runs his fingers over the fabric. “I like it,” he says. “Put it in the cart.”

Buck takes it as a small victory. He moves through the baby aisle and actually has fun doing it, feeling the weight of reality settle, anticipating the expansion of their family unit. So much so that he doesn’t realize Eddie’s left him until he looks up and he’s alone.

“Eddie?” he calls.

Christopher nods toward the toy section. Buck follows, and sure enough, Eddie is standing with his hands on his hips, staring down a giraffe that is bigger than Chris.

Shocking everyone, Eddie says, “I want this.”

Buck blinks. “It doesn’t exactly fit your theme, babe.”

“I don’t care. This. I want this.”

And it was the only thing all day that Eddie picked out for himself, so Buck offers to haul it under his arm on the way to check out. They throw everything in the car, eat Pizza Hut for lunch, return home, and then lug everything inside their house.

Later that night, a little before one in the morning, Buck jolts awake and reaches across the expanse of his bed, only to find empty, tousled sheets beside him. He pulls on a sweatshirt before shuffling down the hall. The room to the nursery is cracked open. Eddie is inside, binder in his lap, leaning against the wall, again staring at nothing.

Without a word, Buck pushes the binder out of Eddie’s lap and replaces it with his head. Eddie’s hand moves to Buck’s hair like opposite poles of a magnet and sifts through it. “What's going on with you, Ed?”

A harsh sigh, heavy and tired. “I don’t know. I don’t know why it’s . . .” the thoughts hangs, unfinished. Buck picks at a loose thread over the knee of Eddie’s jeans.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, feeling Eddie shift beneath him. “It’s okay if it’s hard.”

"It shouldn’t be.”

“Christopher isn’t angry, you know.”

When Eddie doesn’t respond, Buck knows he’s hit the nail on the head. Knowing somebody better than yourself will do that. “He’s excited to have a little sister,” Buck continues. “And he thinks you’re a great dad. The best dad. They don’t give those #1 Dad mugs to just anybody, you know.”

He hears the huff of breath above him, rolls onto his back to see Eddie’s face.

“I also think you’re a great dad." He pokes Eddie’s cheek. “Smokin’ hot, too.”

Eddie laughs. Buck grins, because making Eddie laugh is one of the greatest joys he’s even known.

They sit together for a moment in the nursery, until Eddie pats Buck’s chest in wordless insistence. Buck moves out of the way, trailing Eddie as he hauls in the bags from their Target trip. He drops everything to the floor. “Probably going to be up all night,” he says. “Get some sleep, Buck.”

“I’ll help.”

“Cute, but I don't have time to micromanage you.”

Buck makes an indigent squawk in response, but Eddie kisses it away, and then pushes him out the door. “Sleep,��� he repeats. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ed. Even when you’re being a meanie.”

The laugh follows him all the way into unconsciousness.

The next morning, Buck finds Eddie swaying gently in the rocking chair. The crib is set up. The white carpet with silk fringes covers the middle of the floor, and there’s the peach beanbag, and a pile of peach pillows, and a peach baby box with Isla written on the top, and the giraffe keeping guard over his kingdom in the corner. It’s perfect, and real, and theirs.

“Wow,” Buck says, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. “Strong work. As usual.”

The familiar sound of crutches clacks up behind him, and Christopher pokes his head through. His jaw drops, and then he grins, and when Eddie opens his arms, he actually falls into his father’s lap. Buck’s throat tightens. Chris hasn’t done that with either of them in a while.

“It looks so good, Dad,” Chris whispers.

“Thank you, mijo.” He kisses the top of his head. “I’m glad you’re here to see this. To help with this.”

“Duh, she’s going to be my little sister. It’s my job.”

It could just be the reflection of light, but Buck thinks there might be tears in Eddie’s eyes. “You got it, Superman.”

“But, Dad?”

“Hm?”

“The giraffe has got to go.”

“You don’t like my giraffe?”

“No. The eyes follow you. I don’t trust it.”

Buck barks out sharp laughter, and Eddie tightens his hold on Chris, rocking back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. “We’ll see,” he says, meeting Buck’s eyes across the room.

Later that week, Eddie changes his design theme to Giraffes at Sunrise, and he grins so much while holding a giraffe pillow in his hand, that neither Buck nor Christopher can bring themselves to say a single word against it.

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.