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christmas traditions with the yard boys?

idk if you wanted separate or not but i just. the idea of traditions with the group?? 😭 sorry but i love the idea of everyone being in the holiday spirit together 🥺

🎄because like the yard as a whole just. look, new set, new traditions. you beg them - BEG to decorate the set for the month of december. it doesn't even have to be to a specific holiday (even if you have something for every religious holiday that falls during the month of december on the fence in the background of the set), you just want to put lights up! decorating is your favorite part of the holidays. when each day is done you box them up separately for next year so you can keep to theme for the episodes.

🎄holiday themed photos for the patreon! wrapped up in lights together, strangling people with lights, anthony absolutely having a bow on the top of his head in one of the photos. mistletoe? please, aiden has a hat on with it taped to it. nick literally wrapped in wrapping paper or a ribbon mummy? i don't have anything specific for ludwig because i feel like he is just in every photo causing chaos and havoc. it's all very very goofy but like all on (off)brand on them.

🎄top christmas traditions for them each in my brain is baking with ludwig, wrapping gifts with nick, decorating the tree with aiden and frying turkey or ham outside with anthony.

🎄 ludwig talking about something that his mom always made during the holidays and you looking up recipes so you can surprise him. you have the kitchen cleaned out and you have ingredients on the counter and you know he's got the day off so he wakes up and you just drag him into the kitchen. it doesn't even matter if it turns out well or not, it's the time spent and the attempt that matters (ludwig still tries it and absolutely has everyone else try whatever it is, even if it's bad. he laughs at everyone who tries to be polite after biting it)

🎄you and nick make careful folds along wrapping paper and checking off the gifts you've finished. i really love the idea of it being like a date night? hot cocoa or eggnog and maybe some of your favorite take out? yes, sign me up. throw on a movie or some music and i honestly think its just playful shit talk the whole time.

🎄decorate. the. tree. with. aiden. he's so tall and lanky, he's perfect for hanging things up high and putting the topper on the tree! i think he's also a stickler for good ornament placement so you both have plenty of moments where you step back and go "mmm, i feel like it's too close to this other thing?" god forbid the garland doesn't go with the tree. but as much criticism there is, it's all said with playful love to it.

🎄honestly i dont know if anthony is the type of person to go out and deep fry a turkey or ham, but my brain is whirring at 1000 degrees at the idea of him standing near the fryer in a scarf and jacket just my heart 🥺🥺🥺 just the idea of making dinner with him just. my heart, he melts.

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BLACK-EYED SUSAN | LEVI X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

Chapter 13: Rinse and Repeat

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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful, it was always just red.” – Kait Rokowski

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It had been a few years since your world had gotten simultaneously a million times better and also gone to shit. It hadn’t really hit you two until you had spent a few days back in the homes that had been provided for you. You each had your own house as per usual for victors, but you didn’t need a second. You had spent your life together in a borderline shack, it would feel weird to have the other sleep across the street. But it had been in that gifted house that it finally came crashing down.

All you could see was their faces, all you could feel was that knife in your hand, all you could hear was that goddamn canon. You were sitting on a velvet couch paid for in blood. Now having more than enough food on the table was exchanged for lives. Being able to still exist in the world meant twenty-two people had been ripped from the world.

Levi had been next to you, so he just held you, his shoulders shuddering just as bad as yours, and you cried. You just cried. There’s nothing you can do or say or think to make anything like that better. Only time can help, and to be honest it isn’t very good at its job.

The trip to each district took what was left out of you two. Combined you had killed tributes of five districts out of the other eleven. Almost fucking half. Most of their families just glared at you on their platforms as their child’s face was displayed behind them as you recited propaganda scripts.

District Ten was hard for you. They had surprised you to be honest, neither of Sasha’s nor Connie’s family looked at you with any disdain. All you could feel was pity radiating off of them, especially from Sasha’s father. She told you how he had taught her how to shoot, you almost deviated off script to say how you learnt vicariously through his daughter, how kind she and funny she was.

Connie’s siblings hurt to look at. They looked at you with such big eyes. They should have hated you, they really fucking should have. Their brother died in one of the most horrific ways possible yet they stared at you as if you were one of their sisters. The normal people in front of the stage only copied their looks, none of them hated you for taking away two souls. It didn’t make any fucking sense. It would have been better if they had just heckled you. Just yelled at you and screamed at you, taking the brunt of their words was the least you could do for exchanging your life for one their own.

District Eleven wasn’t so kind to Levi. Kaya’s family looked like they were two seconds from breaking on to the main stage and choking him to death right there. He might have let them. Niccolo’s family was confusing. There was obviously no forgiveness for how Levi killed their son, a wild animal in a spree of rage, but they didn’t look angry. Levi had told you he had just said a few words over Niccolo before coming back, maybe those words were enough remorse for them to not want his head on a spike.

However, the civilians in the crowd didn’t agree. They had to be restrained from climbing up, yelling threats and taunts, about how he could kill a little girl without a second glance, how he took pleasure in killing Niccolo. Levi kept his head down, his undercut blinding his view, but his hand shook in yours. You did the speech on behalf of the both of you.

The districts from Nine to Five didn’t give two shits about you, maybe only some had mild curiosity. Their glazed-over eyes just stared, clearly bored as you were from the fuckery spilling from your lips. Some of the families glared only because their child wasn’t standing up there instead of you, but you couldn’t blame them for that.

One was…weird to say the least. Neither of you had many interactions with either Annie or Bertolt, but you two lead them to their deaths. Levi may have killed Annie directly but Bertolt’s murder was just cruel, you knew that, but you had thrown that rock anyway. Both of their families just looked devoid of any emotion, the crowd didn’t seem to care, that’s One for you, but their parents just looked empty. The speech went smoothly.

Three was strange as well, you never met nor saw their girl, but Falco you certainly had, but you also hadn’t killed him, in reality your relationship him was positive. They didn’t seem to hate you, quite the opposite really, they seemed to be happy you were there. Three was no stranger to careers betraying and killing their tributes so they were probably just happy Reiner didn’t win and it had been because of your own hands. Still, it was strange. Falco’s older brother, the one you had seen in the reaping recording, had looked on the brink of tears but he stayed strong, his back straight and head up high. They probably wouldn’t have looked at you the same if Falco had gone with you. Someone would have needed to kill him at some point anyway, it just so happened it wasn’t you.

Two was painful. Instead of two separate families standing on their respective platforms it was just one. There was confliction in their eyes for sure, you were surprised they could even stand to be around each other, their sister or bother’s son killing their child. But they stood together. Staring at you with a mix of hate and affection. Levi had to do the speech that time.

Four was hard once again, but only because of one person, specifically Marcel’s younger brother. He flew daggers from his eyes, pure fury ran through his veins. He probably would have killed you both if he had the chance, probably would have been good at it too. You could only begin to imagine the anger he had stored up since you had sliced his brother’s throat.

You recognised him in the reaping for the next game.

He used his anger well.

At the end of the trip you had to go to the Capitol once again for the Presidents party. You nearly preferred the arena.

Floch was sweating buckets under Zeke’s gaze the entire time and drank himself into a stupor, avoiding you both at every turn which you were glad for. People reached for you like you were statues, brushing your hair and clothes and bodies like you were pets. Nick was the only thing stopping you from cursing everyone in the vicinity, Levi came close. Zeke watched from his balcony, eyes narrowed and sipping on champagne waiting for one of you to misstep so he could order a bullet into your heads.

When you got home you two didn’t know what to do. You both fucked around for a year, bought anything that caught your eyes at the hub no matter if it was an ugly piece of pottery or a toy. You bought a lot of liquor too and drank most in one go. The burning in your throats let you forget the inferno in your brains. A small price to pay for some peace and quiet between neurons.

You two were rarely sober for the first few months. You’d wake up and have whiskey for breakfast, you’d walk around town, maybe sneak through the fence, and have some gin, and if it was a particularly bad day you’d opt for tequila as your bedtime stories.

People in the streets knew to leave you alone, just to let you wallow a bit, they hadn’t seen many victors, but they could guess that starting up conversations with people on the knife’s edge was a good way to get punched. Hannes talked to you two occasionally, usually at the hub, cheering your bottles with his flask. He didn’t ask about the game, he saw enough anyway, he just pretended you were those troublemaker kids you had been when you left.

It was Hanji of all people that got you out of it, though she wasn’t one to talk when it came to the number of empty bottles in your living room, but she at least cut the number down a bit or swapped out the drinks for something weaker much to your slurred complaints.

The months after that were hard, letting the built-up trauma hit you like a train. You both started getting nightmares.

One of you would wake up already screaming or crying or be entirely frozen still and unable to move as their body quaked. The other would hold on to them until their tremors ceased and their breath evened again. Then you’d just rinse and repeat the next night.

Rinse and repeat.

Flinch at a raised voice, go numb at the sight of blood, start hyperventilating when you were sure you had seen another tribute in the crowd.

Try not to let yourself die.

Rinse and repeat.

Then the next game came around. You both offered to go as mentors, to let Hanji take a backseat from the role after her isolating years, she came to make sure you didn’t say something stupid, but she just got to hang around without much of a care.

The two kids that you got weren’t good. You knew the second that their names were called that they were goners. Wouldn’t make it in the bloodbath, and even if they ran, they probably wouldn’t live past the first day. You learnt to push their names away. It didn’t help any to hang on to them.

The kids weren’t dumb, they knew that too.

There was a little bit of hope when they looked at you however, a hope that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Porco had sliced both of their throats open within the first minute. Porco won the title of victor in only three days with a kill count of eight. They never had a chance.

You think that was the last time you cried.

When mentors go to the Capitol and watch the feed, they sit in a room together connected to an ongoing party that never stops until the games do, infested with sponsors and government officials. Only mentors are allowed in that room, not even titan servants. You just needed a room to be in to be able to grieve only with people that understood.

They always looked after the new mentors, it didn’t matter the districts or even if their tribute killed yours, they’d hold you, get you a glass of water or usually something stronger, just let you get everything out and topped up makeup on your red rimmed eyes before you got ambushed by press outside the door. Sometimes the career districts were prickly, but only the ones that truly cared about the kids became mentors anyway, so they weren’t ones to give you shit.

It just sort of numbed you after that. You’re not sure if you could even remember all the kids you sent to their deaths. No, you definitely couldn’t, and you didn’t plan to.

Without fail every year they always got killed in the bloodbath, and every year without fail you’d drill into them to just run away, but they just wouldn’t listen, or the careers just didn’t let them leave. You both spent most of your time in the Capitol just flicking off the tops of third bottles and taking quiet bets on who was going to win or who’d kill who. Levi was always right.

It was actually Erwin’s idea to do something back at Twelve, to find something to pour yourselves into. So, after the 70th Hunger Games you went back and pushed your ludicrous amount of money to builders to create an orphanage. The one on your side of Twelve was shit and didn’t have the funding nor space, it was the reason you two had never gone to it yourselves, so you gave them some of your load too so they could get food on the table for once.

Kids started trickling in, you didn’t run the place yourselves, you didn’t have the emotional range to do something like that anymore and you’d probably do more harm than good as their caretakers, they didn’t need a pair of fucked up twenty-year-olds to lead them through life. But you visited, making sure everything was up to scratch and there was no complaints or concerns from the kids about the people you had employed or the quality of their beds and food or if they needed some more toys to play with.

Levi always made sure the place was meticulous, and it was kinda funny how he used cleaning as his way to bond with the kids. They always complained but they never said no when he asked for their help. You helped kids with schoolwork and funded whatever type of skill they wanted to learn.

“You wanna paint? Here’s an easel and some paints from the Capitol that my designer friend sent over.”

It was hard to smile but at least you could help them to.

One day, when you two had dropped in to visit before you went to stock up on vodka, a boy came up to you with big emerald eyes, with a black-haired girl trailing after him. He asked a question that got everyone surrounding you looking up from their sandwiches.

“Can you teach us how to fight?”

And so you did. Twelve had always been at a disadvantage, nothing in your district aided you for the Games, the closet you’d had was learning about mines and explosions or having the physical strength to lift a pickaxe but that was only available when you worked in the mineshafts at eighteen, the last year qualifying for the reaping, and eighteen-years-olds were never picked.

So usually any kid that went in was utterly fucked.

Unless you tried changing that.

You started small. Learning how to throw a proper punch or kick, things you had learnt on the streets stirring up trouble. How to balance yourself in a proper stance so a gust of wind or a shove from a career wouldn’t send you stumbling.

You taught them the things you learnt in the Capitol and in the training room; what foods were safe, how to set a trap, how to treat a wound, how to conduct an interview, how to form an alliance, who to avoid.

It was a long time before you held a blade again.

They had begged you for months to just teach them how to knife fight, but the idea still shook you. You hadn’t held a throwing knife in your hand for years, but it still melded uncomfortably comfortable into your palm. You could still throw it and hit it dead on centre. You knew if the throw was hard enough to go through someone’s skull. You knew how long it would take for their body to hit the ground if it were a clean shot, and how long it would take if it wasn’t. You knew how many milliseconds it would take for the canon to fire.

Picking up a knife again, only if to teach, was a torturous process, but you didn’t let them know that. You would just drink a little more that night.

“Eren keep your arms up! Try and copy Mikasa’s form!” you barked.

They all stood in a line, throwing knives into hay bales, some making it, most missing. Mikasa was unsurprisingly the former, Eren was unsurprisingly the latter. The two were always the hardest at work though it seemed it was usually driven by Eren’s ambition. The kid wasn’t gifted with natural talent but he was stubborn enough to try and make up for it. They had come to the orphanage after Mikasa’s parents were murdered over some debt they couldn’t pay and Eren lost his mum to a mine explosion and then his father caught something bad from his own patient.

It was always them begging you (well Eren at least, Mikasa would just ask nicely) for more lessons and whatever advice they could squeeze out of you. It frightened you a little, Eren’s enthusiasm, you had seen that face before.

It was an unspoken truth that they were your favourites of the bunch, the others didn’t take offence to it, it was just those two were always coming up to you two whenever they got the chance, though you were scared it was because they reminded you of an overconfident kid and the one trying to take care of them. You tried to pretend you didn’t see Gabi and Falco when you looked at them.

“I’m trying but my arm’s starting to feel heavy!” Eren said, not even bothering to turn his head.

“You brats don’t have time to get tired when you’re in there so just get used to it,” Levi replied.

He walked behind them, arms crossed as he analysed each of them, you tried not to make a joke that Eren and Mikasa were taller than him now. He muttered out tips to those who needed it, and compliments to those who deserved it, you had tried to get him to coddle them just a little bit but then he said overestimating yourself just gets your killed and you couldn’t say anything to that. When he got to the end of the line of kids, he wandered back over to you and you gave a crooked smile.

He bumped his shoulder into yours before turning around and standing next to you, you both falling into your usual silence as you just watched.

“There’s more of them than usual,” Levi noted and you nodded absentmindedly.

“It’s today, it makes them nervous.”

“Zeke never picks them though.”

That was true, when you had first started up the orphanage, you had expected Zeke to jump at the opportunity, there was no way he wasn’t privy to your every movement let alone something that required legal documents to be signed, so how he hadn’t rigged the reaping to pull one of your kids was honestly getting a little unnerving.

But each year a pair of kids were picked that you didn’t recognise, and you’d breathe a sigh of relief; it’s much easier to forget strangers.

You realised that the games were rigged at the 71st games, you had noticed that all the slips of paper you could see, even though they were folded in half, would all start with the same letter, it peeking out, and then the name called out would match. You asked Hanji afterwards, cause there was no way she hadn’t noticed, and she just laughed in your face.

“It’s a show, of course they choose their cast.”

You leant your head on his shoulder as you watched, he leant his head too. His arms untangled themselves from each other and he let one fall, letting his pinkie interlock with your waiting one. You both still being there was a constant surprise and an unspoken threat, because someday, when Zeke got tired, or you did something to piss him off, that fact might not be so true anymore.

But Levi’s there now, maybe not tomorrow, but today at least, and you could only hope that the trend remained.

“Cut it out dude!”

You both whipped your heads around, finding two kids wrestling on the ground. They panted as they tried to get the advantage, dust billowing around them as the other kids stared. Neither of you could be bothered to move. Eventually one straddled the other, pinning him to the dirt.

Levi’s pinkie tightened.

The boy on the ground whined while the other grinned in victory before joining his empty hands together and sending them down onto the boy’s chest.

Levi stiffened beneath you and alarm bells blared in your head.

The boy started pretending to stab him.

“Die! Die! Die!”

The kids around them laughed.

The boy beneath told him to stop.

Levi’s breath shortened.

You were at the kids in a second, pulling them off one another.

“That’s enough.”

They went silent, the boys looking down to the ground in shame, though they didn’t know why you were trying so hard not to glare.

“Time to pack up anyway, you guys need to get ready for the reaping,” you said, you were just greeted with whinges, “Put the knives in the tub you lot. Now.”

They instantly shut up, knowing that tone of yours was not to be messed with under any circumstances. They all shuffled off, throwing the knives in, you always counted them all in case one of them took one, but they were good kids.

Levi nodded at them as they filed back inside the building, jaw still tight. As soon as they were all gone, Eren and Mikasa waving goodbye at the end of the line, you sprinted back over, running your hands through his hair as you brought his face to your shoulder.

“Shh it’s okay it’s okay.”

A shudder whipped through him.

You kissed his temple. “You’re not in the arena, you’re in Twelve. I’m not about to die and neither are you. No one is dying and no one is going to. Just breathe, just focus on my voice and breathe.”

Eventually he stilled again, air flowing through his lungs like normal. It didn’t happen as much anymore, but it still happened. It probably didn’t help that he was about to meet two dead kids.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

He nodded into your shoulder before finally raising his head, sliding over his façade again. You two of all people had to be the strong ones today, you couldn’t show fear, you weren’t allowed to anymore.

The walk home was silent, most people were inside or rushing home to get ready. You dropped past the hub quickly and you bought some bottles from your usual, Levi didn’t say a word, just stared into space. You passed the town square, the camera crews were nearly all set up, the barriers were getting placed. Hannes was testing the mic on the stage, he sent you a nod that you sent back.

The Victor’s village was always weird to see, after passing smog polluted houses with windows that are barely transparent anymore with walls that are starting to tilt, you come to a pristine gate. The separation pissed you off like it was saying you were better than them, but Nick would have your head if you even suggested taking it down. The houses were beautiful too. Maybe it was just an average house for a Capitol citizen, maybe a little nicer, but it looked like a goddamn king’s estate compared to everywhere else in Twelve.

People would say you deserved it, to have a nice home. It made you want to puke.

You could see Hanji through her window, lounging on a couch, bottle of whiskey in hand. Seemed like a plan.

You squeezed Levi’s hand as you unlocked the door and led him inside. You shed your jackets and shoes and put away your bottles, leaving one out. You glanced to him, he was still sort of out of it, he needed quietness, maybe a bath. Yeah a bath would do, those always calmed him down.

You trekked up the stairs, on the landing you let yourself take a little run up and slide across the wooden floorboards on your socks towards the bathroom door. Silly shit helped sometimes.

You reached out and grabbed the handle and turned it, pushing forward on the door. It let out an ungodly and far too familiar screech.

You gasped and slammed your back into the wall.

Fuck.

Your breath was getting quicker, not letting your lungs get enough oxygen before taking another gulp.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You crouched down, elbows on your knees as you pressed your palms into your eyes at a sad attempt to get your brain to stop.

You could only see him, or in more exact terms, you could only see his melted remains.

Fuck.

Rapid thumps came from the stairwell, you didn’t look up as arms enveloped you.

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m fine.”

He didn’t say anything, just kissed your head before holding you tighter. Your need to talk to communicate was even less than it used to be ever since the Games. There were things you two didn’t need to speak about, you just acted on, knowing exactly what to do.

Though there were moments you didn’t want to talk about, and you didn’t plan to talk about them either. He didn’t mention finding you sobbing on the bathroom floor surrounded by spilled sleeping pills and you didn’t mention waking up alone in bed and finding him completely out of it on the roof of the orphanage. You didn’t talk about it, but you held each other a little tighter just as you did both of those nights.

“I’ll get some oil for it when we get back,” Levi whispered.

You nodded into his chest.

“Bath?” he asked.

You nodded again.

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Warm water has magical powers you swore, it really shouldn’t be able to make someone feel so good, to be able to relax and almost drift away forgetting about the possibility of drowning. What a lame way to go out, though it was much nicer than the ways you’d seen.

You laid on Levi’s chest as the water rippled around your little movements. He played with your pruned fingers, touching the fingertips with his own like it was an interactive museum exhibit. You watched, fascinated by his fascination, blinking slowly as the bath bled out all of your stress.

Moments like that were nice, but it had to be broken today. You couldn’t stay in that warm heaven forever, though it was quite tempting, you wouldn’t exactly be missing out on the adventure of a lifetime.

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You ruffled the towel through your hair as you sipped the vodka. The burn and taste were barely noticeable, even the effect had begun to wear off or maybe you had just gotten better at being under the influence.

“Catch.”

You threw the bottle to Levi on the couch who caught it without a second glance, immediately taking a few gulps of it himself.

“Hello you two.”

You both looked to the door, sending tight smiles to your usual guest, though to be honest your home was hers and hers was yours at that point.

She walked behind Levi’s couch and took the bottle that he already had extended to her, taking a gulp before placing it on a side table.

“Ready to send children to die?”

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The reaping went as usual. Hanji welcomed everyone to the 74th Hunger Games, two kids got reaped, one fifteen-year-old and one thirteen-year-old, you couldn’t remember which was which. You waited in the train, neither of them came up to talk to you and just ate up all the food they could before passing out on the nicest bed they would ever sleep in. You didn’t bother them, one look and you knew they were a lost cause.

The process went on.

Neither were that charismatic, they were only memorable because they were last and that was pushing it as is. They both got low scores, a four and a six. The thirteen-year-old cried himself to sleep the night before, or he might have, you wouldn’t know, you slept through it.

That morning you went up to the roof with them, got in the mentor’s hovercraft and just twiddled your thumbs, wondering who was going to win that year or what the arena was going to look like. You went in, sitting in the back of a cart, going through the maze of corridors beneath the grand stage, not bothering to focus in your eyes to see your surroundings. It was just grey walls anyway.

You yawned when you got to the centre, scratching the back of your neck as you tried to find your tributes amongst all of the shaking teenagers.

A finger tapped you on the shoulder. You spun around to see the girl from…Seven? She grinned, her eyes crinkling.

“I just wanted to say I think you’re really cool, I really admire what you and Levi did in your games.”

You blinked.

“Oh, is that so? Good luck then I guess.”

She smiled even wider before running off with a wave. You dragged a hand over your face before heading over to your tribute waiting for you.

It was a forest arena, nothing too special.

The games had long since started when you got back to main city of the Capitol and went into the sponsor party, both of you immediately beelined for the mentor room. You watched as replays showed one getting killed in the bloodbath the other getting hunted down by none other than the careers. You just stared at their slow-mo screaming faces and sighed.

You didn’t cry, you didn’t even blink. You did the first time but after that it’s just been shut away. Thankfully there was no new mentors that year, you didn’t have to deal with sobbing messes. You were too exhausted to care for someone anymore. Compassion doesn’t come cheap.

The mentor room was filled with pain as always, most were just trying to unlearn two names as quickly as possible, drowning their neurons in liquor so they could pretend that two faces weren’t burnt into their brains. It won’t be enough, it never is. You knew that too now.

Some of the others in the room weren’t mentors but they were victors all the same, having just grabbed a free trip to the Capitol so they could bum off some high-class booze. Couldn’t blame them. They were lucky though, the other districts, having more than three victors meant they had the option of just staying home and just ignoring the screen. They didn’t have to know the kids.

You two spent the rest of your time in silence, going back up to the penthouse to sleep before coming back, hoping the whole ordeal would be over soon.

The girl that talked to you before it started, a girl from Eight you had learned, was still alive though, and you couldn’t help but cheer for her a little bit. She started an alliance with a girl from Six, both doing well against the attempted threats on their lives by the careers. Soon they had made it to the last few with only a few scratches to show the world, much better than your leg to say the least. It still ached every once in a while.

But you were still surprised when her little duo alliance were the last ones left. Their mentors were on the edges of their seats, hands covering their noses and mouths like a prayer, eyes glued to the screen.

Then the girl from Eight did something fucking stupid, something that made everyone’s breath hitch around the country.

She brought out some poisonous berries. They had killed a career with them, not needing to get into a fight, but then they held grenades in the form of blueberries in their blood-stained hands.

They brought it to their mouths as the room cursed in unison, people rose from their seats, you could hear people yelling outside the door. They both hesitated for a second as they counted down but plopped them in their mouths anyway.

Two canons fired in quick succession.

The transmission was as silent as the room. No one knew what to do. You stared at the screen with two dead kids. There wasn’t going to be a victor. There wasn’t going to be a victor because they copied you.

“I really admire what you and Levi did in your games.”

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

The room slowly turned to you two as your heart hammered in your chest, Levi’s hand fumbled for yours.

You were fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

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a/n: sorry this chapter was late! this was mainly just summary but we’ll really get into it next chapter

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Glitter in The Air (Sean X Reader)

A/N: This is just pure Sean Falco bubble gum cotton candy fluff just for Joz ☺️☺️😍

You held your finger above the mouse and debated which road to take:

Add him. It's only been four years, but he's bound to remember you.

Forget it. It’s been four years, how would he ever remember you?!

Without a second thought you clicked add friend on the Facebook name “SeanFalco92.” You typed out a little note just in case.

Hey, Sean.

I'm sorry about what happened at the University. You're a bit infamous. Not every day the quiet Irishman gives it to the campus police. That fire hydrant was ugly anyways.

Y/N, The Dark Room Princess

Then you switched off the internet to prevent yourself from nervously checking every ten minutes to see a response. So you poured yourself a cup of coffee and put your headphones in. It was gonna be an all-nighter on your grad school thesis.

Your computer made a loud ping noise that startled you from sleep you didn't realize you had fallen into. You raised your head and looked at the time “11am.” Thank God, still a few hours until you had to turn in your thesis. Then you were free to never worry about university again, until the loans rolled in. You groaned.

Still you adjusted yourself and your glasses to read the message that had come up alongside the friend request acceptance.

Hey! Yeah it's totally been awhile. How have you been? I felt the wrath of my parents when they bailed me out. Due for a bit of community payback for a few months. Sorry “Service.” Next time I won't get nicked.

Not quite sure about the dark room reference, but was thinking you should meet me at the carnival on Friday. I know I shouldn't be on campus, but I had tickets before everything went down. Care to be my reason for still showing my face after all that humiliation?

Sean

You shook your head and laughed. He definitely didn't remember you, and you weren't exactly sure what he was up to. Who turns down an opportunity to spend the night with Sean Falco?

You took your time replying. Showering. Eating lunch. Printing your thesis and assembling it. Not wanting to appear eager in your reply. He pinged again.

You there? It looked like you were online. Sorry, didn't mean to appear so needy or forward. I just thought it’d be nice to be reacquainted.

You cocked an eyebrow, cheeks flushed a bit and finally returned a response.

Yeah. I would like that. I live in the Madison apartments. Get to Union station (I'm guessing you lost your license?) and we’ll take the Gold Line back to campus. See you at 7.

Sean's comeback was immediate.

It's a date!

Your face grew even hotter. Fuck, it's a date.

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You couldn't help but be nervous as you paced around the front steps of your apartment complex. You felt confident in the cute outfit you rushed out and bought impulsively. Or how you bit the bullet and got your hair done too after you delivered your thesis. You claimed it was in celebration of the rest of your life and nothing to do with the tall, lanky Irishman now headed your way.

“Sean!” a bit startled as you turned around in his direction.

Curly hair a bit wild, his jeans looking industrial but you knew they weren't bought that way. The purple tee-shirt he wore somehow made his leafy green eyes positively stunning. His hand was outstretched with a flower held towards you.

“T’ought I might go a bit old-fashioned t’night,” you took the --- from him. “Maybe a bit o’ congratulations for finishing your t’esis paper.”

Glad your hair covered your ears because you knew the tips were bright red. You never remembered his lilt being that strong or noticeable. Maybe for some strange reason it was his nerves too?

“A Peony? Sean, these are my favorites! How’d you know?” you smelled it briefly before you tucked it away behind your ear. Pleasantly surprised. “Thank you.”

“I may have creeped around your photos a bit, hope ye don't mind?” Sean raised his hands and crinkled one of his eyes shut.

“This is my first flower from anyone, so I'll take some light stalking in the meantime. We should hurry though, the train leaves in ten minutes.”

The two of you side by side. You sat turned to face him, back towards the window of the car. Sean faced forward and stole sideways glances while you talked.

“So what does a young lady with a Masters in Art History do fer livin?”

“I want to restore old paintings at the Met in New York, but I'll probably be stuck here in Portland till I'm thirty. What about you, think you can bypass a degree and still be a photojournalist? Maybe and Irish Ansel Adams?”

Sean laughed, “How did you know any of that?” He looked directly at you with a gleam in his eyes.

“You really don't remember me do you?”

You took a chance and slid your hand into his to prevent him from picking at a loose thread in his shirt. Sean easily enclosed it without hesitation.

“Mostly!” Cheek hidden in his smile. “I just thought something about ye clicked in my brain. Can't figure out why, but was hopin’ going out with ye would jog my mind. Is t’at ok?”

There was no time to answer. Soon enough you were back on campus. You talked Sean into some french fries and corn dogs before tugging at his hand excitedly.

“Ok, the Ferris Wheel! Let's do that first? We should be able to see downtown, and it'll be dusk by the time we get on.”

Sean hesitated as his eyes glanced up towards the top. A flash of nerves behind his eyes, but he gave up and shrugged. Obediently following you in line while he ate, a bit sullen.

Surely the guy who just fought a fire hydrant and a cop wouldn't be scared of heights, you thought. Then you flashed back to that day Freshman year and Sean's panicked voice in the dark. His ragged breath and palms that sweat through your tee shirt as he held onto your shoulders.

You shoved a cheese fry in your mouth as the line staggered forward slow and steady. The conversation had died quite suddenly, but you knew you had to take the chance. Cheesy romantic comedy as this all was, who doesn't want to be with a hot guy alone stuck on a ride?

“Uh y/n?” The giggle was back in Sean’s voice now as you broke from your reverie. “You've got some..” His thumb swiped at the corner of your mouth before he lifted it to his own. “Cheese.”

“Thank.. you?” The tension was silent and awkward.

Then, as the two of you simply stared at each other, Sean let out a sound somewhere between a strangled laugh and a snort. It was infectious, and you instantly joined in. That type of laughter you aren't sure how people achieve, but it leaves you breathless and annoying to everyone in your sight.

“I don't know.. why..I licked.. my thumb,” he wheezed around the most childlike giggle. “It was like a weird compulsion.” The way he said the word came out like “way-rd,” and instigated more laughter from deep inside you.

It seemed to ease Sean’s apprehension as the two of you began to board the ride, though. A calm coming over him as you both quieted down. He white-knuckled the bar as it clicked into place over your laps. Eyes wide as it lurched into motion.

You brushed your fingers tentatively over his clenched fist. Sean had a glazed look in his eyes as you slowed and stopped multiple times. You inches towards the top. He really was frightened.

“I've just gotta get over this. I'm confronting my fear is all.” He sounded so serious with a hint of pride, you stifle a chuckle with a bite of a lip.

Sean peered slightly over the edge of the car and looked downwards. Then it halted suddenly and he grabbed your hand and covered it with his massive one. You squirmed around to hold it properly as he squeezed his eyes shut. The car swung back and forth a bit on the precarious side, even for you. One last time, and it would start spinning in its giant lackadaisical circle.

Forward. Pitch to a stop even harder than the last few. This time Sean buried his face in your shoulder, and you relished this surprising role-reversal. But then he looked up at you in the most serious manner.

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

At the same exact time you said:

“First claustrophobia now heights”

You both sat up straight and gaped.

Again simultaneously.

“How d’ye know I'm claustrophobic?!”

“Did you just call me pretty?”

For the moment, Sean was no longer afraid. Your sentiment about his fear distracted him long enough that he loosened up immensely. Long fingers scratched at his mess of curls while deep in thought. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, heart beating wildly in your ears.

Sean tugged at his chin with a forefinger and thumb. Obviously deep in thought as he gazed off into the sky. It was like a lightbulb finally popped on over his head.

“Jesus (jaysus) Dr Bacher’s photography course. Freshman year!”

You smiled, “By Jove I think he's got it!”

“T’at’s how ye know me. We got right stuck in that darkroom door. It was like a pitch-black tube really. Man I bloody well panicked.”

“I thought you were screwing with me at first! Your hands were so sweaty my tee-shirt was wet from where you were groping me. I kept thinking how every single girl in our class would've killed our professor to be stuck with the hot Irish guy. All that heavy breathing, my teenage brain thought it was sexual tension.”

“I was 18 wedged in a small space with a cute girl. It was claustrophobia, but it was also sexy.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and smiled. The two of you ignoring the ride and it's slow rotations. Still holding hands.

“I don't think I imagined that..” you struggled with the next line.. “parts of you were totally poking into me.”

Sean's mouth dropped open but he repeated his prior sentiment. A bit higher pitched. “I WAS 18 IN A SMALL SPACE WITH A HOT GIRL!” His lilt was more pronounced.

“Who gets a fear.. boner,” you rolled back into the hysterics from earlier on the ground.

Sean's face a deep crimson as his mouth tightened into a straight line. He looked away, but you knew he was playing along. Those eyes betrayed him with a hint of a smile.

“You told me if I got us out you’d take me on a date.”

“I said I'd kiss ye if we got out alive. Never knew how long it’d be til someone found us.”

“You did!” you agreed excitedly. “The door just needed hoisted up and back on the track. Which I did! Then we stumbled out and I practically threw myself in your arms for that kiss.”

“Wait, did we?” Sean turned back to you as the Ferris wheel slowed to another stop. Neither of you remembered it moving.

“No. Stupid ass Derek Sandoval was in the classroom waiting for you.”

“Oi! Watch now, he's still my mate.” Sean's turn to tease now.

“I bet he is.”

The two of you sat back in the car. Your fingers still entwined but the fright had melted away. Sean let out a long steady breath as he really looked out on the carnival and the multicolored lights as they danced around you. The stars blanketed the sky.

“Sean?”

His face heavenwards. “Yeah y/n?

“I think you owe me a kiss,” your words soft, almost a whisper.

Sean’s gaza came back down from the clouds. The music and noise from the crowds seemed to fade away as your breath caught in your throat. Without a second thought, he let go of your hand and put his arm around you. That soft mouth leaned over and almost melted with yours. Your bodies enveloped in a hug as Sean slid the tip of his tongue between your lips. Your own darted forward to fight with it.

Then the car hulked into motion again and you broke apart. A smirk on Sean's face revealed a dimple, and you joined in with a grin of your own.

“Well, that was worth a four year wait.”

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2 weeks till Christmas...

hello, okay, so.

we have 2 weeks until christmas officially.

i'd like to be open for any and all cliche requests to write OUTSIDE of right person wrong time. i'm talking holiday headcanons of any holiday, happy ones, sad ones, things that could only happen in a lifetime movie.

let these be the gifts under your metaphorical tree

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okay hear em out: nick introducing you to the guys for the first time!!!!!!

nick, who is normally very secure and confident on the outside, you can tell he's nervous. like he's reaching for your skin while he drives you back to the house, hand going from laced with yours to stroking over your jeans.

"it's going to be okay." you can tell he says it mostly to himself, but accentuates the end of his sentence with a tiny leg pat. it is going to be okay because he loves you and he's 100% sure that they will love you too. when you finally park and are ushered to the door you are greeted like you've always been family.

"oh my god you're so tiny," anthony, slime you tell yourself, is not much taller than you but teases anyway and wraps his arms around you in a bear hug. "it's nice to meet the girl that nick won't shut up about!"

"i do not talk about her all the time," nick says, kicking off his shoes, and gently pushing slime away as aiden throws his arms in the air. he's the only one you've spoken to before, having picked up nick's phone while he was driving a few days ago.

"aiden!" you yell and throw your arms up before hugging him. "it's so nice to meet you!" anthony grumbles something to himself with a playful eyeroll that nick smacks his shoulder for. aiden hugs you back tightly for a beat before pulling his phone out.

"where's lud?" nicks eyebrows knitted together before touching his forehead. if anyone was going to miss it or be late or just be the problem child, he said it was going to be ludwig.

"that's okay. only losers miss meeting me, so, L for ludwig," you joke, having adopted most of that from hearing nick talk.

"holy shit you sound just like a shitty ai."

"okay - well, i'm going to be honest with you, i have never said a sentence like that before out loud." the three of them nod and are all in agreement with how awful it sounded. if it were any other group of people you would have been embarrassed.

the next hour and a half before ludwig shows up is much akin to hanging out with older brothers. their collective love language is shitty jokes (that are all bark and no bite) and inescapable, obnoxious gestures... it's comfortable chaos, yelling at each other and smacking things out of the others hand.

when ludwig does walk in, he misses you initially complaining about getting stuck in traffic in the rain and wonders why everyone is over? aiden gestures towards where you're sitting on the couch next to nick.

"oh! shit - i'm sorry!" he crosses the distance and reaches for you, almost in a handshake manner as you're standing up.

"are you going to shake her hand?" anthony asked incredulously. "are you interviewing her? just because it's a woman on a couch doesn't mean it's a casting couch video lud, god."

"that's not - " luds hands shake in fake anger "how do you even think of that?"

"you're the one who went to shake her hand you freak!" you sit back down with an amused grin, knocking your leg into nick's.

"i think they like you."

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would you care to share any of your nick thoughts (jealously/general/ whatever you want!!) ? he’s my absolute fav and there is like zero content of him ❤️

DEEP INHALE

yes i have thoughts about nick

first and foremost, if i had to pick one of four, nick is the one i give my drink to at a party to hold onto it. not because i don't trust the other guys, but nick breathes to me that he'd be the one to keep his hand over it and take it genuinely seriously?

he's a hand holder and a clothes sharer. if he can he definitely takes your shirts and your hoodies to wear (and leaves you one in return, if you're not already mid stealing, or swapping at the same time in the morning).

i also see him as someone who is very good about grounding his partner(s + friends, really). it falls in line with the hand holding? he lets you draw on his jeans or trace over his tattoo or feel the calluses on his hands. soft spoken when he needs to be, makes sure you keep eye contact with him so he can read your facial expressions.

and on the other hand honestly, you know that he's sending you memes as answers to your messages. like, custom ones too, he's not yanking them off google and sending them to you, he's making them himself and sending them as responses. sometimes it's miserable too because like, you just need to know what he wants you to take out for dinner or if he wanted to go out for food and he's sending some shit like this

and you just reply "ok we will go out"

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nick + christmas fluff???? maybe looking at christmas lights together and rating them

okay just. hear me out.

you're in the aisle at like walmart or some other store of a similar vein, chewing on your nails because Nick left you there to grab lights while he grabbed a tree stand a few aisles over. he comes back and sees that you haven't made any choices.

"what's the hold up?" he asks innocently and puts the tree stand in the cart.

"i can't figure out which ones i want for the tree. because like, i think i like white lights better but if we're getting all silver stuff, the rainbow lights will bounce off of it really nicely?"

"okay so what." he cuts himself off because it feels goofy asking but like, how else do you ask? "so what's an s-tier light for the tree?" you snort.

"we're doing a tier list now?"

"yeah! humor me, what's s-tier?"

"i guess... white, led lights. they're so bright, and pretty. but i think specifically for outside, not inside... but the rainbow led lights are... probably s-tier too but for inside." Nick nods.

"I think all the led lights are probably always s-tier, as long as they don't blink. if they can blink but don't have to, then yes s-tier."

"but lights that blink all the time?"

"oh, f tier, clearly. it's distracting." you laugh in response. he goes to grab a bundle of icicle lights.

"ew no, well maybe not ew but i don't want gimmick lights."

"how are icicle lights gimmick lights?"

"it's for people to cope with not having snow." it was his turn to laugh, wrapping an arm around you and putting the icicle lights in the cart.

"well i'm huffing copium then because i like them."

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im considering getting my first tattoo and im just daydreaming about nick sitting with me when i get it :]

first of all, yay!! that's so fun, i hope you love it and find a good artist <3

second of all, nick would absolutely love joining you for a tattoo session, especially if its someone's first? it's definitely a split 50/50 if he teases you the whole time on the way to the appointment, he's got a good dry humor voice like "where are you getting it? oh yeah that's gonna hurt like hell, and it's got color? oh you're gonna cry definitely"

the other side of it is if you're genuinely really nervous or whatever, he'd talk you down out of not getting it. "yes it hurts, but it stings kind of more than it hurts depending on where you get it. yes color hurts a little more. i'll be with you the whole time" he'd absolutely hold your hand regardless, just talk to you and the artist the whole time.

(can we talk about a lifetime where he is the tattoo artist instead?)

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ok here are some of my angsty nick brainrots (tw for mental illness and brief references to ed’s/self harm! nothing graphic but still wanted to give the heads up)

in a non creepy way, he does NOT get over breakups easily. type of ex to insist you can still be friends immediatly after a breakup and slowly try’s to repaint himself as a possible romantic interest in your life. drives you and accompanies you while you’re doing errands, drives you to appointments if needed, brings flowers and your fav food if he knows you’ve had a long day, etc. does not make moving on from him easy, because he has no intention of moving on from your guys relationship anytime soon. he still wants you, and deep down no matter the circumstances of the breakup part of you still wants him and he knows that.

type of partner who who gets angry if he finds out that his partner has depression or any other mental health disorder. never at you of course, but at the events that lead you to that place. when it comes to outside parties/situationa hurting you or your guys relationship, he tries to resolve it asap. makes things very complicated if anything is tied to your family/friends and you’re still in regular contact, as he doesn’t understand why you would want to be sound people that have hurt you so much.

if you doing anything to possibly harm yourself such as starving or other forms of sh, he immediately blames himself. you’re always there for him as an outlet to help him get through his problems, and he couldn’t help you to the point where you turned to this. another thing that’s difficult at the start to communicate with him about as he accidentally makes the focus on him, rather than you.

oh my god.

✨yes yes yes✨

nick who fixates but is aware of it and tries to not let it be so so intense but he cares so much about you and what's going on. who experiences this deep-seated anger seeing you still answer calls from your parents who have never once supported you in your life, to bend over backwards to do something for them.

the anger and frustration from knowing that something in your past happened to cause the domino effect in your soul that hurts you so, so badly that could have been easily prevented.

tw sh talk below the cut :)

finding out that you are hurting yourself on purpose drives a nail into his chest, and i think that he immediately does try to turn it around. help you find another coping mechanism, can't stand the image of you bruising yourself or making yourself bleed or throw up.

"please," he asks softly, holding your hands in his, pulling you close to him. "we can work through it, it'll be okay. please let me help."

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THE JEALOUSY HEADCANNONS ABSOLUTELY. nick was definitely a more physically with whoever the other person was when he was younger, more willing to shove them out of the way of hit there arm off of you. but god FORBID you started to look even a little bit uncomfortable due to the other person. younger nick (and even him a little bit now, old habits die hard what can i say) would go straight to attacking the dude. i don’t see him caring much about making a scene because it wouldn’t be any of his or your friends bothering you in that situation, so their opinion doesn’t really matter. sorry for rambling but your tags invoked something in me i had to share

NO PLEASE SHARE ALWAYS I LOVE THIS THANK YOU I LOVE TO KNOW THAT WHAT IM WRITING MAKES SOMEONES BRAIN TICK

nick just going straight to decking someone and you just yell in reflex like "NICK" and he shrugs and wipes his hand off "guys a douche" akdjfghaed and lets be real it's the hottest thing you've seen all day and you keep that memory in your pocket.

and absolutely balling my eyes out at the idea of having a counter on your phone that's like - "days since nick punched a guy" and you just reset it. he definitely doesn't get super jealous all the time but you're so fucking pretty and when people outside the circle want your attention he's like 🤷🏻‍♂️ talk shit get hit

i love him

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ok hate to be coming back so soon but like…. what type of jealous person do you think nick is?? like i have such mixed feelings about if he’s more laid back or is just one of those people who pretends to not care but then asks there partner who that was earlier or something

Okay but same though? I feel he's both depending on the place. Hear me out.

Out and about, grocery getting, out to a book store, or just like running errands and some guy tries to get your attention? Or someone is talking to you a little too close for a little too long? I dont think he really cares. He is the type of person to just come up in the middle of your conversation and join it nonchalantly and wrap his arm around your shoulders. A gentle, "back off buddy haha" He wouldn't admit that seeing you two carry on a conversation for so long made a small flame of jealousy in his stomach, but he's secure with you, you know. Jealousy seems silly in moments like these.

Now I'm sure it was in jest but in the episode of the yard that just dropped (The Hasan Episode, 124) Nick said (and I quote) "I'd get violent for the ones I love" and like this was probably clearly a joke but. Ugh. I love the idea that it bleeds into the tiny moments where he is white knuckling his phone because you are giving someone at a party too much of your time. Or you laughed a little too loud at some other guys joke.

And it's- like if it's one of the guys or girls that are in your closer circle I don't think he cares tbh, I think that those jokes are so ingrained in your life together that they're empty words. But a guy he doesn't know has just touched the small of your back at the party? Excuse me? No, not happening. Nick is over there with his arm around you, distance immediately created between the two of you and the random.

He does not treat you like you're property, because you're not, but chivalry be damned if he's going to let someone try to steal you away right in front of his eyes (he is dramatic).

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pls fluff for nick from the yard

nick who might not always get you coffee without you asking, but has your order memorized so if you ask him for it, he gets the right thing every time.

nick who keeps an eye on you from afar if you're ever at a party together regardless of whatever he's doing or what you're doing, just wanting to know where you are if YOU need him (or he needs you really because sometimes he just needs a quick like. hand touch. a high five, a fist bump, smacking each other in the arms. just something)

nick loves when you body double with him because you both work together with someone else just chilling in the room. outside of gaming there's also his director work, so if you need a place to just zone in and work on something (or even just, to focus on reading and stop getting distracted) he welcomes you in his space.

@jayludge said it best on my previous post "I also believe that his affection shows best through simple quality time, as well as small, simple physical touch. He's definitely the one randomly rubbing your back, and wouldn't react if you randomly needed a hug, would only pull you in and let you stay." (sorry to yoink your quote nic but i wouldn't be able to put this into words without feeling like im directly taking it from you anyway, love you 💋)

nick who is a big cuddler?? sorry his arms just make me feel like he would be so so good at sleeping together at night and specifically like. he likes to be the big spoon, he likes holding you in his space (he'll accept being the little spoon - that's fine, BUT he would prefer you to be wrapped up by him).

nick whose smile is infectious when you catch each others eyes. whose cheeks tiny pink when you run your hands through his hair when you tell him you love him, who just loves to love you.

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more nick hc? loved your last? angst maybe

people are hungry to be hurt and its holiday time!! smh.

the first thing i think of for angst is just fighting so like... i feel like fights are like quiet, borderline full cold shoulder, especially depending on what type of person his partner is. if you're an angry arguer, who yells and bites with your words, Nick just stares you down. letting you yell, letting it out of your system. he asks plainly, "are you done?" not in the 'can you shut up?' but in the polite way that is 'is that everything you needed to say or do you have more?'

when he speaks its like short controlled sentences, especially if you're yelling, and just. takes his space from whatever the argument is. "i hear you. i need a minute." and it just. sometimes it's just 30 minutes, an hour, and other times it's a day or more. it really depends on what the argument is and how heated it gets. when the conversation does finally pick up and you two talk it out, it's not strained at all. it is easy. (which is nice! but waiting to get to that point is grating and can make it worse, too)

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pinned/FAQ

hello; my name is bunny (or other variations)!

i am 29 and i am very short but i am very loud. i'm married! he's lovely, he is one of two very sweet proofreaders i have.

my blog is **mostly** minor friendly, i try to keep it minor friendly to the best of my ability but everyone makes mistakes. i don't write ns4w, but outside of that i really do like to explore any and all avenues of writing. i am trying to get more comfortable with sad/angsty stuff :'))

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love language series - lud, jerm

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would you care to share any of your nick thoughts (jealously/general/ whatever you want!!) ? he’s my absolute fav and there is like zero content of him ❤️

DEEP INHALE

yes i have thoughts about nick

first and foremost, if i had to pick one of four, nick is the one i give my drink to at a party to hold onto it. not because i don't trust the other guys, but nick breathes to me that he'd be the one to keep his hand over it and take it genuinely seriously?

he's a hand holder and a clothes sharer. if he can he definitely takes your shirts and your hoodies to wear (and leaves you one in return, if you're not already mid stealing, or swapping at the same time in the morning).

i also see him as someone who is very good about grounding his partner(s + friends, really). it falls in line with the hand holding? he lets you draw on his jeans or trace over his tattoo or feel the calluses on his hands. soft spoken when he needs to be, makes sure you keep eye contact with him so he can read your facial expressions.

and on the other hand honestly, you know that he's sending you memes as answers to your messages. like, custom ones too, he's not yanking them off google and sending them to you, he's making them himself and sending them as responses. sometimes it's miserable too because like, you just need to know what he wants you to take out for dinner or if he wanted to go out for food and he's sending some shit like this

and you just reply "ok we will go out"