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titan-fodder · 4 years ago

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Prima Vista Part II

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Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 10.2k

Warnings: specific character attributes (not appearance, mentioned favorite color, movie, etc.), oral, rough sex, multiple orgasms, Erwin is kind of annoying, semi-exhibitionism, too much testosterone A/N: And, here we go again. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part and told me about it. This one’s for y’all~

Mike immediately notices when you start to avoid him. You had already been doing it, but now it's to the point of ducking into buildings you have no business being in and walking a little too briskly when you catch sight of him somewhere on campus. You also won't get anywhere near the Pi Kappa Alpha house.

And, he gets it. He fucked up that night. Or, he didn't fuck up, but he opened up. Too much. Showed that he was willing to be vulnerable, and you obviously had not liked that.

The first week of watching you duck and cover from afar isn't so bad. He's a little bummed, yeah, but he figures you'll come around, if not for him then at least for his dick.

But, one week turns to two, and Mike gets irritated, a little angry even. Because it's not like he did anything wrong. It's not like you haven't wanted it every time.

He doesn't know your class schedule exactly, but he does know when you get out of your 11 AM and have to cross the courtyard to your dorm. It's where Mike caught you last time when he was playing frisbee with Nile, and it's where he catches you now.

Your speed walking is no match for his normal stride, and he easily closes the distance between you two and grabs your wrist to tug you toward a more private area by the library.

"What the fu—what are you doing?" You spit, pulling yourself free.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to get to my fucking room to nap! Is that okay?"

Mike ignores it, glances over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching, then asks, "Why are you avoiding me?"

Scoffing, you mumble an unconvincing, "I haven't been avoiding you."

"Bullshit."

"I've just been busy, okay? Midterms are coming up, and I'm falling behind…" He can tell you're lying by the way you can't meet his eyes. "I need to focus."

"Am I that big of a distraction?"

You don't miss a beat—"Yes," and your eyes widen at your own answer like you're surprised by it.

Mike raises his eyebrows, taken off guard, and you try to cover your tracks. "I mean, like, I don't have time to be fucking frat boys. And, I know you have the pick of the litter, so it's not like you'll go without."

He has to bite his tongue, a confession right on the tip of it��I pick you—but knows that's the last thing you want to hear. It's too early for thoughts like that anyway. You're too closed off, and he's too transparent. It's not like anything serious could work out anyway, and even if it could, he shouldn't tie himself down.

"I mean, yeah, but—"

You hold a hand up, take a deep breath. "Look, I'll be honest with you. You seem like an okay guy, but you should find some other girl to do this with. I don't wanna be another notch on your bedpost—"

"Then, don't be. We can just hang out."

"Yeah, we tried that at the party and still ended up sleeping together."

"We can make it a rule then." He's trying too hard, he knows, but he can't help it. "No fucking. I won't come onto you, and you won't come onto me."

You snort and pick at the hem of your shirt, obviously not buying any of this. "Why do you wanna be friends so bad anyway? Is it the hard-to-get thing? Is it that I'm making it difficult?"

"Maybe but not entirely."

Why does he want to be your friend so badly? You haven't given him any real reason to. You can bond over nerd shit here and there, but other than that, you don't have a lot in common.

You just seem… Cool. Aloof. Like you don't give a shit about anyone or anything, and Mike never thought he'd find that attractive in a girl, but apparently he does.

"Just come over one more time. We can watch something again or—"

"I'm not going into your room again!"

"You don't have to," Mike says, speaking with his hands to emphasize his point. "We can stay in the living room. Totally public. Any of the guys could walk in."

"Has that ever stopped any of you before?"

Not a hundred percent of the time. Mike has definitely seen more of Erwin and Gelgar than he'd like, but he can tell a little white lie.

"Yes."

You stare up at him, a skeptical look on your face, and then, "I'll see if I can pencil you in."

"Fuck yeah, I promise I'll show you a good time without, like, showing you a good time."

"Yeah, whatever."

You're unimpressed, turn to walk away, but Mike is feeling a little too triumphant, a little too bold, and catches you before you can get too far.

He premises, "Just to get it out of my system," then bends down and kisses you. Palms covering your cheeks, fingers curling around the back of your head kisses you. He uses both of his thumbs, just under your mouth, to part your lips so that he can slide his tongue past them, and you push at his chest half-heartedly, no real force to it as you let him lick into your mouth.

The first whimper that escapes you is what makes you break away, your hands stronger against him to shove him back, and Mike smirks when you glare at him.

"You're on thin fucking ice, Zacharias. Thin ice."

"I'll keep it in mind."

With that, you leave the little alcove the two of you were in, grumbling and cursing the whole way. Mike just watches the sway of your hips and licks his lips.

You come over on a Saturday afternoon. Mike can tell you've tried to make yourself look not cute in loose, ripped jeans and a t-shirt, but it doesn't work. Mike still smiles, and you still roll your eyes at him before kicking your shoes off by the door.

"Okay, so what are we doing?" You ask, sitting two cushions away from him on the couch.

"I brought my Switch in here, so we have that…"

"Oh, do you have the SNES games downloaded?"

"Dumb question. Of course I do."

"Rude. Open that shit up."

He does, and you demand to play Donkey Kong, which Mike has no problem with, but, "A please would be nice."

You click your tongue, holding your hand out for the second tiny controller and tell him, "You don't get to hear me beg anymore."

Mike feels his shorts tighten, but all he does is kick a foot over his thigh and warn you, "Best not test my self-control like that."

"Is that a threat?" You laugh, toggling down to 'Two Player' on the screen and clicking it.

"Not a threat." He bobs his head to the theme music. "Just lettin’ you know."

You get as far as Mine Cart Carnage together, but Mike ends up getting tossed from the cart, leaving you to take over as Diddy. He watches the way you move with your character, sitting up straighter, raising the controller to your chest, swaying one way then the next as if your body is tied directly to the game.

Erwin walks in a little while later when you're focused on Stop & Go Station. He sits down in a plush chair, phone in his hand that he ignores in favor of asking, "What are you guys doing out here? Shouldn't you be in Mike's room?"

Mike glances at him, gives him a look and shakes his head, but you're much less subtle when you snap, "Can it, Smith," eyes never leaving the screen.

"Don't count on that," Mike snorts. "I think it’s physically impossible for him to keep his mouth shut for longer than four seconds."

"Wooow," Erwin drawls, thick eyebrows high in offense. "I'm supposed to be able to trust you, and now you're just talking shit right in front of me."

"For some reason, I get the feeling your ego can't get bruised that easily," you muse out loud.

"I'll have you know I can be very sensitive," Erwin informs you matter-of-factly. "I have a heart. I have feelings. And, I've been told on multiple occasions that I'm more considerate than most men, so there."

You laugh, a silly sound that gets stuck in your throat. "Oh, really? And how many of those women—'cause that's what they are, I'm sure—were left behind after they built you up like that, hm?"

Biting both of his lips, Erwin sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. "I plead the fifth on that one."

"Uh huh, that's what I thought."

While you're fixated on the screen, Mike glances over at his friend, sees blue eyes shining as Erwin stares at you, a tell-tale smirk on his face. He's amused by you. Interested, even.

You stay for about an hour longer before going back to the dorms. As soon as the front door shuts, Mike swivels around and points a finger at Erwin, uttering a low, "Don't you dare," that makes the blond chuckle.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

You mostly hang out on weekends and only in small bursts. Alternating between movies and video games, it's a little hard to speak to one another, but Mike is still able to pry some information out of you and share more about himself.

You're majoring in geological and earth sciences while Mike is working toward a degree in environmental science— "Kinda weird we haven't run into each other before."

You played basketball for a year in high school before getting annoyed by the other girls. Mike, on the other hand, made some of his best friends on his old soccer team.

You had a ferret growing up and now you'll "Never get another pet again 'cause when he died, I died a little with him." (It's the first time Mike has ever seen tears in your eyes, but you blink them away at record speed). He tells you about the dogs his family has had and how the one at home with his parents now is actually his. (Her name's Scout, and I would take a bullet for her.")

Hitch is your best friend even though she irritates the shit out of you, and Mike says something similar about Erwin. "He's a good guy. He's just… Passionate about so many things. He gets obsessive. Drives me insane."

"Obsessed with that pussyyy," you joke in a deep, stupid voice.

Mike snorts, "Perv," and keeps watching the movie that's playing.

And, speaking of movies, your favorite Disney film is The Fox and The Hound— "Good taste," while his is Lion King— "Classic." As far as other movies, though, the two of you spend half an hour arguing over which Mel Brooks is the best, end up having to agree to disagree (Young Frankenstein vs. High Anxiety).

Your favorite color is green. Your favorite food is pizza (“What are you, twelve?”). Your favorite animal is the pangolin. They’re all little facts that Mike stores away, and by the end of the semester, he actually feels like he kind of knows you, and somehow, against all odds, you've managed to not hookup through it all.

That's not to say it hasn't been hard (that he hasn't been hard). Sometimes you come over in skin tight jeans or crop tops, outfits that accentuate your body in all the right ways, and Mike is pretty sure that you do it on purpose.

You're both careful not to drink too much at parties, aware of the likely consequences, but you hang around him enough to gain people's attention—jealous girls watching in disappointment, curious guys sizing you up.

Questions inevitably arise. You complain about Hitch pestering you for details that you will not give her, and he tells you how he has to keep brushing off his brothers.

"She doesn't, like, know we've had sex—would never fucking leave me alone if she did. But she and all her other little friends are so annoying about it."

You're on the steps outside of the frat house, jackets zipped up, nursing steaming cups of cocoa you got from the nearby shop.

"So, what do you tell them?" Mike asks.

You shrug your shoulders. "That we're not fucking. Just friends. They don't believe me, but that's my story, and I'm sticking to it, dammit."

Mike laughs through his nose and takes another drink. "I mean, it's not a lie since we're not fucking and we are friends."

You make a high pitched noise, doubtful, challenging. "Friends is a strong word."

"Whatever."

He's used to you doing that now, denying him every chance you get even in a joking way. You've never once admitted to any type of feelings out loud, and he isn't sure why, some kind of avoidance behavior, but he won't complain because he knows you're at least a little fond of him. You wouldn't keep spending time with him if you weren't.

Deciding to change the subject, Mike prompts, "So, Erwin's party over the break," and you glance at him over your cup with interest. "You're coming, right?"

"I don't know. Isn't it at, like, his ranch house in bum fuck nowhere?"

"Kinda. It's only about a two hour drive from here, but it's definitely off the beaten path."

"I'll have to see. Need to spend time with my mom while I can."

Understandable. He's looking forward to seeing his own parents (and Scout, of course).

The last game of the season is played and won, then finals pass after too many all-nighters and too much Red Bull. Mike actually sighs in relief when he slides into his white Wrangler, all packed up and ready to make the drive back to his house.

He sends one text before pulling out onto the main road—Be safe—and hopes he won't have to wait an entire month to see you again.

Staying with your mom is nice but always slightly depressing. The house is empty with just her in it, less lived in than ever before. You can tell exactly which spots she spends most of her time in—her office to work and the couch in front of the TV to wind down.

You sleep in your old bedroom, spend most evenings texting Hitch after your mom goes to bed, but a few conversations with Mike slip in too. He sends you several pictures of Scout—beautiful but always wearing one of those perpetual Boxer frowns—and in return, you send him pictures of the pretty betta your mother has in her office. It's the best you can do.

After a week of being in your hometown, you're ready to leave it again. It's not terrible or in a bad part of town. It's just… lacking. You'd never tell your mother this, but you have a feeling she knows. It's probably why she doesn't put up a fight when you tell her you're gonna run off for a couple days to attend Erwin's party.

"I promise I'll be back. It's just one night and then the drive back."

Her tone is very serious when she tells you to stay out of trouble, but then she walks you out to your car and hugs you, watching and waving as you drive away.

You text Erwin on the way there to ask if it's okay to arrive early—like a few hours early cause I needed to get out of my house—and he replies enthusiastically.

Absolutely! Mike and Levi are already here 😃

You have no idea who this Levi is outside of hearing Erwin mention him a few times, but you very quickly find out when you get to the large but secluded house. You see Erwin's stupid (gorgeous) vintage Mustang parked in the gravel driveway as well as Mike's white Jeep and an unfamiliar, black Prius.

All three of them are on the porch occupying outdoor chairs that probably cost more than your fucking dorm expenses, but Mike and Erwin both stand when you make your way up the sidewalk. Staying seated, or really sprawled out with his hands behind his head, is a fairly small man (boy, maybe) with inky hair and sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s dressed much differently than the other two, ripped jeans, Doc Martens, and a striped long sleeved shirt under a short sleeved band tee.

“What in the e-boy fuck…” You mutter to yourself, nodding at the blonds and letting Mike take your backpack—not that you really have a choice considering your grip on it is no match for his.

“Was the drive okay?” He asks, swinging the bag over his shoulder and making it look incredibly small.

“Yeah. Once I hit the backroads I could start going, like, eighty-five, so that shaved some time off.”

Mike snorts. “You sound like Erwin. Dude’s always speeding.”

“Don’t fucking start with me. I was in the car with you when you almost hit a pedestrian on a crosswalk.”

“We don’t talk about that.”

Everyone follows Erwin inside the house. It’s just as nice as you thought it’d be, sprawling and open with wood floors, plush furniture, and rustic decorations. There are moose antlers mounted in one room and a god damned bear head in another. It makes you roll your eyes, but to say you’re unimpressed would be a flat out lie.

“Not everyone is staying the night, but I know you have to, so just pick an upstairs room,” Erwin tells you after the grand tour. “I can take you around on the golf cart once you settle in.”

You see Mike roll his green eyes and amend, “We can take you around.”

“Yeah,” Erwin nods. “That’s what I meant.”

Levi is making a face up at Erwin, furrowed brow, squinty eyes, and a little grimace. He hasn’t said more than two words to you since you’ve arrived (“I’m Levi.”), but he doesn’t seem like the chatterbox type, a little more standoffish, and you can’t blame him for that.

“Just in case you’re wondering, I’m in the middle room,” Mike tells you with a grin.

“And why, pray tell, would I be wondering that?”

He basically sings in his deep voice, “No reason,” then walks back downstairs with Erwin and Levi, leaving you to make yourself comfortable.

You take the bedroom at the far end of the hallway out of spite more than anything, but you figure the farther away you can be from Mike the better. After setting your things down and organizing deodorant, perfume, and every day jewelry on the dresser, you join the guys downstairs to find them huddling over the kitchen island talking about plans for the night.

“Should we get a keg? It won’t be that many people, but it might be easier to just pour from one,” Erwin thinks out loud.

“Don’t bother getting a keg if it’s gonna be the same shitty beer you guys have at Pike parties,” you chime in, hip checking Mike so that he’ll scoot over and allow you join their little meeting.

Levi lets out a little laugh, the most expressive you’ve seen him so far, while the other two pout at your criticism.

“Why don’t you pick the beer then?” Erwin prompts. “Since you have such refined tastes.”

Eyebrows lifting, you laugh. “Oh, we’ve got a smartass in the house tonight.” The blond smirks and dusts off his shoulders, making Mike groan in either annoyance or embarrassment. You can’t be sure which one.

“Fuck, is this what it’s always like between you three?” Levi asks, looking between all of you. “Just constant bickering?”

“More or less.”

“That seems exhausting.”

“It is,” you confirm. “‘S’why I can only hang out with them in small doses.”

“Ouch.”

“Wounded.”

“Anyway,” you let your head hang so that all they can see is your shoulders shaking as you giggle, and when you look back up, you make sure that the smile is mostly wiped from your face. “I’m not saying I’m some kind of beer expert, but I at least know that the shit you serve at parties is rancid.”

“And yet, you always seem to forget,” Mike teases. “I always end up having to finish yours.”

“You don’t have to. You choose to, you fucking alkie.”

It’s hard to come to any sort of decision with the non-stop push and pull of the conversation, and eventually Levi just walks away to let the three of you work it out. Erwin orders a keg of Rolling Rock, says something about, “Dad won’t mind me splurging a little since I downsized this whole thing for him,” and you scoff at him.

He’s well aware of his privilege, talks about it in an ironic manner that’s both maddening and hilarious— “Father is going to let me take the yacht out this weekend,” and, “Oh, that’s not country club appropriate.” It makes you laugh every fucking time, but it also usually earns him a smack or two.

The next few hours are spent gathering party supplies and getting the house ready (as in moving some furniture around and hiding valuables). Erwin leaves to pick up the keg after assuring the vendor on the phone that he can drive to them and pay extra for the short notice. You don’t know how he manages it, but you assume his confidence has a lot to do with it.

Only about twenty people are supposed to come, “An Erwin Smith exclusive,” Mike jokes with you as you stash a couple of vases in the kitchen cabinets.

“Oh, does that mean I’m special?” You play.

“Absolutely.”

There’s something churning in your gut as you move around downstairs with Mike and Levi, an omniscient feeling, like you know how the night will end, but you’re going to fight it every step of the way. You’ve made it this long without a slip-up, and you’re determined to make it one more night.

Erwin gets back with about three hours to spare. He and Mike disappear to change into what you assume to be their usual douche-y attire, and you and Levi sit alone in the large living room waiting quietly.

You’re surprised when he speaks first, stating, “You don’t seem the sorority type.”

Turning, you try to make sense of it, respond, “Well, I’m not.” You’re almost offended that he’d even consider you were.

“Then what are you doing hanging around with those frat boy fucks?”

“Oh, that.” You sigh. “Uhh, my friend made me go to one of their parties, and I just… Made an impression, I guess.”

“You fucked one of ‘em, didn’t you?” Levi is smirking, so sure of himself that you don’t really see the point in denying it.

“Yeah.”

“Rich boy or the giant?”

You look over at him, defenses rising like they did your first night in the Pi Kappa Alpha house. “The fuck is it to you?”

Holding his hands up, Levi chuckles, “Alright, alright, forget I asked.”

You cross your arms over your chest, stare off as you wonder if it’s actually that hard to tell. You figured it would be obvious that you’re more comfortable with Mike than with Erwin, but you have been getting more used to the other brazen blond over the last few months, just like you’ve been getting a little more used to Nile and all the other brothers. You haven’t sucked any of their dicks, though.

“How’d you meet Erwin?” You try.

You’re not surprised when Levi snarks, “The fuck is it to you?”

You can’t tell if the two of you are going to leave this ranch house as mortal enemies or as friends, but it’ll definitely be one of them.

“‘Cause you don’t seem the type to hang out with them either,” you tell him.

It's definitely odd. He and Erwin have to go back some time to have been able to stick together through their college years and all of their superficial differences.

Levi admires the black polish on his nails then informs you in a bored tone, “We’ve been friends since we were kids, but it’s no big deal. Just can’t get rid of him.”

The corner of his mouth turns upward, so he can’t be too heartbroken over it. You understand that, haven’t quite been able to shake your puppy-dog of a friend since the beginning of the semester, but you’re not as annoyed about it as you pretend to be.

“They certainly do get attached,” you hum.

The two men in question join you once again, looking much more palatable in jeans and v-necks. Erwin has a button-down hanging open and rolled up to his elbows while Mike is wearing a black and white flannel in similar fashion. It’s the most casual they’ve been at a party, and you can’t help but joke, “Wow, look at you two. More human, less lizard people for once.”

Erwin rolls his eyes while Mike mumbles a Doctor Who reference that makes you suck on the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning.

He’s got his charm turned on tonight, the kind that appeals to you, which will definitely pose a problem.

People start arriving at around eight, some you recognize from the college, some you don’t who you assume to be some of Erwin’s older friends. Gelgar taps the keg within minutes of walking in then plays the role of bartender for the next ten minutes as everyone lines up for a drink. There’s liquor and mixers set up on the counter, and you consider just making your usual, but you figure you should have at least a little of the beer since you’re the one who fought for the more expensive brand.

When you get your cup, foam nearly overflowing past the rim, you take one sip only to cough it back up when Mike shows off his usual party trick—appearing out of thin air—and asks, “You gonna finish it this time?”

You splutter as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand then glare up at him. “I’m gonna try, but it’s gonna be pretty fuckin’ difficult if you keep making me spit up like a god damn baby.”

He’s amused, light eyes dancing mischievously, and you know you’re in for a long night.

Erwin has a playlist filtering through the house’s sound system, a nice balance of several different genres playing at a bearable volume for the first time. Games start up in the kitchen, rage cage around the island, beer pong at the table, and while you’re content to just wallflower in the corner, Mike drags you into it.

“You’re just as bad as Hitch," you complain, but he isn't fazed, just plants you in an open spot at the island and stands right beside you. He's gonna regret doing that; rage cage is one of the only competitive games you're actually good at, but he'll find that out.

It's fast-paced, full of screaming and laughing, jumping and shoving. You get to slam your cup into Mike's on several occasions, drawing curses from him every time.

"Honestly, it's a little embarrassing," you ridicule with a smile.

He downs the small amount of beer in the cup he pulls, adds it to the stack, then challenges, "I'll show you embarrassing. Just wait."

You've had maybe two beers altogether, but it still sends a jolt down your spine.

The two of you play another couple of rounds, and Mike does seem to catch on a little more, but he eventually bows out and pulls you away with him.

More beer. Meandering around the party. It's pretty tame in comparison to all the Pike events you've attended, but the later it gets, the rowdier everyone becomes. Music gets turned up to dance. The keg stops being used for pouring and starts being used for stands. You have the absolute pleasure of watching Erwin hold Levi upside down as the smaller man chugs as much as he can. He beats Nile's record, raises his arms in victory as Erwin shakes him by the shoulders in excitement.

"They're pretty close, yeah?"

Mike looks down at you as you stand on your tip-toes to get closer to his ear as you speak.

He nods. "I don't really understand them, but yeah. They've been friends since, like, elementary school, I think."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

You play beer pong against Gelgar and Nile, end up losing by quite a lot, and by the time you finish the remaining cups and another full drink, you're feeling good. Warm, happy, dangerously giggly.

Mike stands too close as you make your rounds to talk to people, many of them asking how the lacrosse season went. He puffs his chest a little, tries and fails to act modest, but instead of getting irritated like you usually do, you find yourself resting your cheek against his arm as you shake your head. You don't know if the action is to disagree with him or to get closer, but it makes Mike chuckle and shift so that he can wrap that arm around you and pull you to his chest instead.

He smells nice—woodsy with a sweet little bite. It makes your mouth water. You try to call back your determination from before, that readiness to fight and deny, but Mike's body is firm and massive and hot against yours, and he's also drunk and smiling sideways. His eyes are hazy and gorgeous when he peers down at you. His stubble has grown into that perfect length, the kind that feels incredible between your legs, and you can already see your hands tugging at his shaggy hair as he flips it from his face.

"You okay?" He rumbles, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

He knows. You know he knows. And, he knows that you know that—

Fuck. Stop. Just…

"What do you think?" You're aware of what you're saying. The words make perfect sense. You just can't stop them from falling from your mouth is all.

"I don't know," Mike says, a playful lilt to his voice. "Why don't you tell me?"

You're not sure if he's asking for your consent or if he just wants to humiliate you by making you spell it out for him.

"I mean…" Your gaze travels from his face to his neck to his pecs and downward. "The semester is over."

"It is," he agrees, hand moving from your waist to your hip.

"Don't really need to be, uh… What's the word…" You squeeze your eyes shut, splaying your fingers on his stomach. "Studious," you snap. "Don't need to be so studious on vacation."

Mike very slowly starts walking backwards toward the staircase, holding you at arms length by both your hips now.

"No, you really don't."

Voice of reason fading away, you step around him but grab his hand, taking the stairs two by two until you're on the balcony that wraps above the living room. Once you slip into the closer room, yours, you lock the door.

Mike's mouth is familiar in its desperation—tastes like beer and want and him. He pulls his flannel off behind him by the sleeves just in time for you to start pushing his shirt up over his abs, in awe all over again at the muscle group.

It's really not fair.

You pause between kisses to strip, smiling and groaning whenever your lips meet again. You've missed it on some level—the heat, the fucking attraction you just can't shake. All the times you hung out with him, purposely keeping distance, avoiding flirting and touching and staring—you figured it would come to a head. You even guessed there was a good chance that it would be at this party.

But, that doesn't mean you're prepared when he throws you onto the bed, doesn't prepare you for the way he bites your lip and sucks on your neck and pinches your nipples until you moan his name and grind against him, and it certainly doesn't prepare you for the way he spreads your legs, runs his nose up the inside of your thigh, then drags his tongue over your slit.

"Fuck, Mike."

He groans, quick to slide the muscle into your pulsing cunt to taste you. His fingertips are digging into the fat of your thighs, keeping you still save for your trembling which makes the feeling of his mouth even more intense. You want to buck against his face, want to put out the fire raging inside of you by moving somehow, letting some of the energy out, but you can't. All you can do is lay there as Mike licks around your hole and nibbles at your clit and laps up your juices.

"Missed this fuckin' pussy," he breathes, sucking on one of your lips and then the other, pulling blood to the surface and making them puffy and sensitive.

You card fingers through his hair before fisting your hand in it and shoving his face further into your cunt, trying as hard as you fucking can to ride any part of him you can manage—his tongue, his nose, anything that will give you friction.

The sound he makes at your pathetic attempt is bestial, a low, throaty grunt as he rubs his chin up and down your slit, drenching himself in your slick and quickly overstimulating your swollen clit with his stubble.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck—"

"You wanted it," he grits. "You pushed your sloppy little cunt right in my face, so now you've gotta take everything I give you."

You cry as he continues the motion, pussy drooling as the little bud starts to grow raw. "Mike, please, please…"

"Gonna make sure you feel this tomorrow." He stops only to lean back down and suck your clit into his mouth. The tip of his tongue is soft in comparison to the coarse hair, but it still makes your hips twitch, and when he grazes his teeth over it, you squeal and kick.

It's so close to hurting, right on the edge, but it's that helplessness that has you steadily leaking on the bed. It's what makes it easy for Mike to push a finger into your clenching hole, pump a couple times, then slide another one in beside it.

Your climax is coiling in your gut, compressed like a spring and only getting tighter with every thrust of long, thick fingers and every measured flick of his tongue.

Gripping his hair again, you ride it out. Mike loosens his grip just enough to allow you to undulate in time with the waves that wash over you, and you moan loudly as he moves to flatten his tongue over your entrance so that you come on and against it.

He gives you some time to settle down, but you know he isn't done yet, and since you're not quite ready to take his cock in your sensitive pussy, you pull your legs from the sides of his head and crawl to lay with your head off the side of the bed.

Mike gets the picture immediately, and you hear a huff of air leave him all at once before he clambers off the mattress to position himself at the edge. You're a little too low, so he grabs all four pillows to shove under you, and as he does, you lavish his bobbing cock with kitten licks, going as far as sucking on his balls when he leans over you.

"Jesus fucking—"

You can feel the way they tighten, his cockhead dripping pre that lands just below the notch of your sternum. It isn't until he's thoroughly coated in spit that you stop and let him straighten, then open your mouth and relax your shoulders.

Mike is careful as he slides his tip past your lips, letting you adjust to the weight of his cock in your mouth before he pushes in a little further. Your eyes start watering as soon as he passes between your molars, making you stretch your jaw and drool from the corners of your mouth.

He pulls out then, taps his cockhead on your cheek, leaving a mix of precum and spit on your skin before lining himself up again and sliding back in.

He repeats the process a few times as if it'll actually get you used to his size, but it's just not possible. You gag and gurgle, slurp back drool when you're given the chance, and your entire body throbs when Mike tells you, "I'm gonna give you more now, okay? Wanna see your throat bulge with my cock."

You moan around him, try to make the passage of your mouth and esophagus as straight as possible then let your eyes roll back as he slips into the tighter sleeve for a few seconds. Your toes dig into the bedspread, fingers clawing at the material as you fight back the panic that comes with not being able to breathe.

Mike pulls out panting, and you wish you could see his face, the look in his eyes, but you can't. All you can do is lap at his cock until he pushes it into your mouth again.

This time when he slips into your throat, he reaches down to press a hand to your neck, letting out a deep, disbelieving laugh as he feels the way his length moves in it. "Holy shit. I could—" he just barely gives you more, and your responding whine is completely muffled by him, "—Could come like this."

The thought makes you tingle. Or maybe that's the lack of oxygen. You are feeling a little lightheaded. But the idea of him coming down your throat, right into your stomach, fuck, it makes your cunt pulse again.

Mike pulls out, and you suck in deep breaths, a little sob making your chest heave. Tears are streaming from your eyes, getting caught in your hair, and you have to wipe other various fluids from your face.

He helps you sit back up, rubs your shoulders and kisses the back of your neck as your heart rate returns to normal. As soon as he sees you relax, though, he's tugging you from the bed and bending you over it.

The scream that's pushed from you is hoarse as you're split open on his cock. Mike holds you by the hair, pulling your head back as he snaps his hips forward and back relentlessly. He slides in and out of you easily, but that doesn't mean he isn't stretching you to your breaking point.

You shake on the bed, thankful when he lets go of your head so that you can fall back to the mattress, crying and moaning all you want.

"Feel so good, baby," Mike groans. "So good."

He punctuates it with a slap to your ass that causes you to squeeze him, and that only encourages him to repeat the action until both your cheeks are radiating heat and stinging from his hands.

He flips you like a doll, and you're finally able to see his face clearly as he stares down at you with a dropped jaw and heavy lids. You know you're a mess, fucked out and sloppy, but as he abuses your g-spot with the ridge of his cock, all you can do is grin drunkenly and let your eyes roll.

"So pretty when you smile," he praises. Fingers grip your chin, and when you're able to focus your gaze again you find Mike leaning over you, face level with yours. "Open your mouth for me." His tone is soft yet demanding, and you don't hesitate for a second as you do what you're told.

Mike pushes spit through his lips, letting it drip and stretch until it lands on your tongue. It makes you feel cheap and disgusting, but it doesn't stop you from squirting around him.

Devolving into nothing more than grunts and groans, Mike continues to fuck into you but straightens so that he can reach your clit better. He flicks it back and forth until your true orgasm hits you, and then he keeps going.

You cry out, squirm wildly beneath him, but all it results in is two fingers being shoved in your mouth. Stroking over the back of your tongue, more saliva pours from your mouth just like the slick that pours from your pussy while he toys with your clit.

You come again. And again. When Mike finally removes his hand from between your legs, you're nothing more than a puddle, moaning and crying for him.

Every orgasm has made your walls swell around him, his cock feeling longer and thicker than ever as he kisses your cervix with every thrust. That lightheaded sensation is back, white dots dancing around your eyes, and you just barely manage out his name, tapping in his forearm.

"Need… need…"

"What do you need, babe?"

Your arms curl up by your head, fingers moving and spasming as every one of your senses is overwhelmed.

"Need you to—t-to—to come. Need you to c-come."

You've never had to tap out before, but you can't take him anymore. His size. His expression. His lack of fucking mercy.

"Yeah?" He coos, but his cock is still dragging in and out of you. You nod, but Mike draws it out, asking, "Where do you want me to come?"

"Don't… Care…"

"You don't care?" He's still moving, fucking you absolutely stupid as he lists out, "Your face? Your tits?" He gropes your chest, pinching both nipples, and the fact that you don't even whimper must clue him into the fact that he's about to lose you.

Your mind is swimming, fading every time he pulls out only to be brought back online when he pushes back in.

"What about your pussy? Want me to come all over your pussy?"

You moan, the simplest part of your brain apparently finding that appealing, so after a few more thrusts, Mike pulls out entirely and jerks himself off until he covers your folds in hot cum. He gets some on your thighs, some on your pelvis, soaks your peaking clit so that you take in a stuttering breath.

His hand is between your legs again, fingertips spreading the viscous fluid around and dipping into your slit.

Your eyes shoot open for the first time in God knows how long, a panicked, "M-Mike," tumbling from your lips, but he hushes you.

"I'm not pushing it inside or anything. Just having fun."

And, fuck, tonight is the night you learn how filthy he is. Mike spends a few solid minutes rubbing his seed over your puffy lips, fingers the raw tissue around your hole so that you leak for him, then uses it to massage your clit slowly and softly, pulling one last orgasm from you that makes fresh tears spring in your eyes.

You're going to be in a world of pain tomorrow, but you can't regret it—not when your legs continue to shake long after your climax, not when you can already feel that satisfying ache deep inside of you, not when Mike crawls to sit on the bed and lifts you into his arms.

"You okay?" He asks into your hair.

He's rubbing soothing circles on your stomach as you drift in and out. You know you need to shower, but you're so tired and so wrecked, you doubt you'll be able to stand for long enough to clean yourself.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Mm, little bit," you tell him honestly. You can actually feel his heart start to beat harder in his chest, so you reassure him, "Liked it, though."

You think something like twenty minutes pass, but you can't be sure as you keep dozing. It's hard not to with Mike rubbing your stomach, his body rising and falling in rhythm with every breath he takes.

When your eyes open more than halfway, you begin to move, grimacing at the soreness between your legs as well as the mess.

"'m gonna hop in the shower," you announce.

Mike sits up too, stretches his arms and asks through a groan, "Want me to come with?"

"You've done enough coming tonight," you snort. "But nah, I can clean myself on my own."

His eyebrows furrow, but he doesn't say anything, just lets you get up and walk to the bathroom on shaky legs.

The hot water almost puts you back to sleep. You manage to rinse off where you need to, step back into the room fully expecting to see Mike passed out in your bed, but he's nowhere to be found.

As you crawl under the covers, you try to swallow the feeling of disappointment that's stuck in your throat.

Mike is up before almost everyone in the house the next morning, so he spends most of it trying to clean up alongside Levi, though he apparently isn't doing a very good job of it according to the smaller man.

"Jesus, have you ever mopped a floor in your life?"

"Oh, so we're just throwing everything in the same trash bag? No recycling? Your future kids will thank you for that, I'm sure."

"No, there's no way I’m letting you wipe down the counters. Just move."

Levi is lucky Mike is as laid back as he is otherwise he would have thrown the little fuck into the koi pond behind the house a long time ago.

Erwin wakes up around nine and walks down looking a little rough, but Mike has definitely seen him in worse states.

"Thanks for cleaning up," he says, bent over the island and holding his head in his hands. "Pretty sure I would have thrown up if I'd tried. Several times."

He tells the other two that pretty much everyone else started heading out at around three and that he has a list of party-goers he needs to text to make sure they made it home in one piece, "When I can actually fucking see straight."

Naturally, the conversation turns to Mike. Erwin, with his cheek now pressed against the cool, granite countertop, smirks up at him and asks in a sly voice, "So, how was your night?'

Mike bites his lip to hide a smile, leans out of the kitchen to make sure you aren't stumbling down the stairs or traipsing about the house, then looks back to his friend and laughs, "Fucking mind-blowing, dude." He doesn't go into explicit detail—that's never been his style—but he does whisper about you taking him better than any other girl and that he's, "Addicted, dude. I genuinely think I am addicted to her pussy."

"Don't be fucking dramatic, Zacharias," you pop out behind him, slapping his back as you pass him to get to the fridge. He can see the ghost of a smile turning your lips up, but it's hard to feel satisfied at that when his own face is beet red.

Looking at Erwin, Mike throws his hands out by his side, mutters an incredulous, "Dude," that makes the other blond chuckle.

You grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, making Levi grumble, "Are none of you guys concerned about the planet? God damn."

Standing between Mike and Erwin, you take a few gulps, all eyes on you until you swallow and question, "Can I help you?" Now that you're right next to him, Mike can hear a scratchiness to your voice, almost as if you're getting sick, but he knows better, knows exactly where it came from, and fuck if it doesn't make him twitch in his sweats.

"Have a good time at the party?" Erwin pries once again.

You look at him with a deadpan expression, then answer, "Seems like you already got the deets, so sure. I had a grand time."

Mike isn't sure if you're being sarcastic about it just like you are everything else. You had just kind of left him hanging when you'd gone to shower. He hadn't thought too much into it even if he'd been a little bummed, but he thinks he understands. You just need more space than he does.

Or, it could have been that you hadn't enjoyed yourself. Oh god, what if you'd just been faking? What if you'd lied to him when he asked if he hurt you? What if you're in pain right now and just hiding it?

Mike zones out while you talk with Erwin and Levi about plans for the day, works himself into a nice little panic but is still able to hear you tell them you're just gonna head back to your mom's.

"You sure?" Erwin asks. "I know you only planned to stay one night, but you're more than welcome to hang out for longer. We’ll be here for at least another few days."

Levi adds an, "Unfortunately," that earns him a hair ruffle he swats away.

"No, it's cool. I can't leave mom alone for the holiday or she'll start to think I don't like staying at the house."

"You don't, though."

"Yeah, but she doesn't have to know that."

Mike stares after you as you take your water bottle and return upstairs, and it doesn't escape the notice of the other two men.

"You're so fuckin' whipped, man," Erwin teases.

Mike doesn't deny it, just holds up a middle finger.

Erwin isn't entirely wrong, though. Mike has been trying to deny it or play it off as nothing more than lust, but there's more to his feelings at this point. He tries not to be obvious around you, to keep his cards close to his chest because he knows you just want to keep things casual—barely even want that if he's being honest.

So he can hide it. He can pretend it isn't happening. In fact, Mike should be thankful that you only want sex (sometimes) because it leaves him to do whatever he wants. He could fuck other chicks left and right, and you wouldn't even bat an eyelash. That's a good thing, right?

That worry about last night still has him on edge, though, so before you can leave, Mike catches you in your room as you're packing up and closes the door.

He expects you to make some kind of comment about not being able to go again, but all you do is tilt your head to the side in a dangerously cute way.

"Hey, I, uh… I just wanted to make sure you felt okay after last night."

You blink at him, pause in folding your clothes, then show a wide, real grin.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sore in various places—like, super sore—but I'm fine."

Mike's mouth twists to hide his smirk, and he mumbles a low, "Sorry."

"Don't ever apologize for your monster cock," you tell him, setting your shirt down on the mattress before pacing over to him. "Like, unless there's tearing of some sort, which there really shouldn't be since you're good at preparation, whoever you fuck should be okay. Sore but okay."

His eyes go a little wide when you stop in front of him, looking up with an expression he's really never seen before—or maybe that you've never allowed him to see before—and the longer he stares, the more he realizes that you're god damn glowing.

Taking a chance, he finds your waist with his hands, inches just a little closer, then leans down when you stand on your toes and tug him by the shirt.

You taste like peppermint and already smell like the perfume you wear every day, the scent that has made Mike dizzy for the past few months. He moves a hand to your back to press your body into his, and when you take his bottom lip into your mouth, biting and sucking, he groans and pulls back before he can get too hard.

"What's all this? Why are you so perky this morning?"

"I get giddy after good sex," you say with a shrug. "Sue me."

"That why you run away every time I fuck you?" He questions.

You nod. "Couldn't run away this time, though."

"I'm sure it's really bruising your pride, letting me see you all warm and gooey."

"I am not warm and gooey," you protest. "I was last night, but—"

"Aw, gross, why'd you have to say it like that?"

You giggle—giggle—then remind him, "You're the one who felt the need to fucking fingerpaint."

Mike vividly remembers the way your pussy looked covered in his cum, the way it felt to smear it and play with your swollen entrance and clit, and now… Now he is definitely hard again.

"Better stop before you end up on that bed again."

Your eyes are dancing, tone mischievous when you respond, "Only if you're gentle."

"Christ—"

He's got you naked and spread on the mattress in less than thirty seconds, tongue buried in your cunt as he soothes every part of you he can reach.

It would be cruel to actually fuck you again. He knows you're probably a little more tender than you're letting on, so Mike settles for licking into you and flicking your clit, never using teeth as it swells in his mouth so that you pant and moan, and promise, "I can handle it, Mike, I can…"

"I don't care if you can or can't. Just lemme do this."

And, it's not like he hasn't pulled his cock from his pants, pumping it and coating his length in the pre-cum he drips at the mere sight of you.

He can tell you're getting close when your thighs start to tense. You alternate between shifting your hips and going slack. It's the latter that you leak the most, pussy opening around his tongue only to clench a few seconds later.

"Just one finger, Mike, please, I want—I need something inside me, please, please," you moan.

Mike turns his face to kiss your thigh, sighing but giving in easily when he acquiesces, "Only one."

The noise you make as he slides his middle finger into you is like music, high pitched and drawn out, with an awe one would sing hymns with.

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, fuck, tha—"

He understands why you wanted it so badly when he pulls it out and sees his finger coated in white, considers fucking you with it to the point of tears, but before he can, the door to the bedroom swings open and fucking Erwin walks in to ask, "Levi and I are going to the store—"

“Jesus fuck, Erwin!" Mike swears. "A little busy here!"

His friend is unfazed, but more importantly, you are too, arching your back, pulling Mike's hair to get him back where you want him, then moaning his name like you never have before as you come.

You tremble and take in stuttering breaths, and Mike does his best to hide your exposed pussy from prying eyes as he looks at Erwin and barks out a furious, "No, I don't need anything from the store. Get out."

The blond shrugs and turns, walking out without shutting the door, and Mike swears he's gonna kill him. He's too bold and too entitled and now he's seen far too much of your body, and Mike doesn't like that.

"Did you come?" You ask in an airy voice. Mike guesses you could feel the rhythm of his hand on his cock, probably pushing his face harder against you with every pass.

"Uh, no. I don't know if you noticed, but Erwin walked in."

"I noticed," you snort, sitting up on your elbows. "Why do you think I moaned your name like that?"

"What?" It had seemed a little odd. Mike knows he's pretty good at oral, but you've never made a sound like that before.

"Fucker wanted to see what we were up to, I decided to show him. Now he knows how good you are."

Mike stands, peers down at you skeptically and says, "You're being too nice to me today. It's freakin' me out a little."

He doesn't think it's necessary to add that Erwin is already aware of his sexual prowess considering they definitely had a threesome with a rather adventurous girl back in freshman year. It's just not pertinent information.

"Soak it up, Zacharias. I'm sure the good mood will be gone by tomorrow."

"Why, cause I won't be at your mom's to fuck you stupid every night?" His voice comes out cocky, but it's stifled by the way you squeal when he slaps a hand over your wet pussy.

"I'm sensitive, you asshole!" You're smiling even as you whine. "And, here I was about to give you head to get you off."

"I mean, you can still do that."

You glare up at him the whole time you slide off the bed to your knees, warn, "Better hope I don't bite."

After you leave (and after making out against Mike’s Wrangler for a little too long), he goes back inside to find Erwin and Levi lounging in the den with a movie playing. He wastes no time in snapping his fingers at Erwin and commanding, "We're gonna talk."

"Oh, are we?" Erwin doesn't even look away until Mike grabs the back of his shirt, and only then does he move from his spot. "Okay, okay, watch the wrinkles, bro."

He follows Mike into the kitchen, out of earshot unless either of them raise their voices which… Could happen.

"What the fuck was that?" Mike hisses.

Erwin looks at him with big blue eyes and plays dumb, "What the fuck was what?"

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Mike makes sure his voice comes out low and steady, "Smith, I swear to God, it's been a long time since I've punched you, but you're fuckin' testing me, dude."

Erwin smiles, face lighting up with what looks like excitement but could also be fury.

"Mike," he starts. "Don't tell me you're getting violent over a girl." His tone is patronizing, his eyebrows are high, and his grin is downright menacing.

"I haven't gotten violent yet," Mike grits.

"Hey, how was I to know what you two were doing up there?"

"It's not about you walking in, dude! It's about you just fucking standing there!"

Erwin chuckles and blows him off, "Mike, I've seen your dick before. You've got nothing to worry about."

"That's not what I'm worried about. You just, like, came in when she was in a vulnerable position, and that's fucked up."

"She didn't seem to mind."

Mike sucks his teeth, takes another grounding breath, then asks again, "Why? Why did you wait to leave?"

"You want me to be honest?" Erwin rolls his neck then his shoulders. Mike has seen him do that many times before lacrosse games to loosen up—to get ready for a fight.

Mike's fist clenches at his side. "Yeah, I do."

"You've been making yourself crazy over this girl since the start of the semester, and I want to know why."

"What do you mean?" Mike doesn't know why he asks, has a pretty good idea of what Erwin is alluding to.

The blond still dodges the question but in about the worst way possible. "It's not like you two are exclusive or anything."

Mike feels the way his lungs fill to the point of burning, how his jaw clenches until his molars begin to ache under the pressure, and before he really knows what's happening, he's bowing up to his best friend.

Erwin matches him, only a couple inches shorter, chin tilted, that maddening light in his eyes.

"Walk away, Mike," he warns. "And, we can forget this little spat even happened."

Mike peers down his nose at him, trying to rein in his emotions because Erwin is right. You two aren't exclusive. You don't want to be. You told him it was because you need to focus on school, but it could be that you want other options.

But fuck, Mike doesn't want Erwin to be one of them. He's stolen more than a few girls right from under Mike's nose with his stupid charm and stupid face and stupid money. He doesn't want you to fall prey to all of it too.

Mike doesn't even register the quiet footsteps padding into the kitchen, but Levi's smartass, "You guys about to kiss or somethin'?" definitely snaps him out of his head.

Stepping back, Mike resists the urge to punch the counter and break his fucking hand, then turns and strides out.

He's supposed to stay at the ranch house for a couple more days, but Mike needs to distance himself before he does something stupid.

When he comes back downstairs with his bag on his shoulder and his keys in his hand, Erwin seems to realize his error on at least some level and stands from his place on the couch.

"Mike, come on, I'm sor—"

"Let me cool off, dude,” Mike snaps.

Erwin shuts his mouth and sits back down, smart enough not to follow Mike outside.

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Twenty Five. Part 2

Smiling down at Robyn, I feel so fulfilled. I can’t even comprehend this feeling, nobody understands this because she left and I never got this moment and now I have “I feel so complete you know, I got to go to prom with you” placing my hands on her butt “why is it I have a feeling that this would have been the moment?” Licking my lips smirking “huh, what moment? Little miss nasty?” Robyn smirked as she placed her hands on my chest “you know damn well what I mean but thank you. This has been the best thing that has happened to me, I feel so much in love with you. Thank you for being the best man, you have been so supportive of me and I can’t fault you for that, I know I have been annoying with things but thank you” shaking my head “not annoying, it’s understandable” pressing a kiss to her forehead, I grinned looking down at Robyn as she put her head down “don’t cry” I said in a whisper “you know I got you, I love you so much” I hate when she cries “forehead kisses, you being like this is making me emotional. You’re the best” I chuckled, the song ended and so did Robyn’ and I little bubble, taking in a deep breath “woo” my friends clapped their hands “y’all some goofy niggas, y’all done making things all mushy?” Shaking my head, holding Robyn’ hand “I got my prom night, I ain’t a heartbroken nigga anymore” Barry dapped me “I am super happy for you both, this was needed for you both. Chris never got over this, I think his life was never the same when you left” Barry can stop now “I think the next time we going to see you both like this is when you both getting married” raising an eyebrow “marriage, you are putting that in the air” they crazy “you are so whipped Chris’ it’s actually sickening, you don’t even realise how sickening you are. But here we are, I’m happy for you both. Y’all leaving now” TJ winked “I ain’t that whipped, it’s just nice to do that” Barry groaned out “who the hell does this for anyone? You are so whipped, oh my god” rolling my eyes “picture guys!” Tina said, turning to Robyn “let me fix ya crown queen” Barry made gagging sounds “this nigga is a whole lie” hitting Barry in his stomach, Robyn stood to the side and I stood behind her “oh we are going old school” Tina took the picture of us.

Chewing on my bottom lip watching Robyn just posting on Instagram, I want to devour this girl so badly. She is looking like a whole meal “I wrote this, my baby surprised me. I went back to school and had our prom and become prom queen and king, I don’t deserve him. He’s made me the happiest girl in the world” I cooed out “thank you poppa” pressing a kiss to her lips “you deserve it, you uhm ready to go now” I ain’t pushing but I want to go “yeah of course, I just can’t believe it. You really did this, what made you do it? Like seriously? You do nothing if you aren’t pushed so why?” Rubbing the back of my neck smirking “you’ve have a pretty shit time Robyn, and I feel like it’s made you close off a little. I wanted to open that heart of yours again, I feel we both can let life get between us and I hear you, I see you are feeling like I would stray away because I was at Diddy’ party, I get it but also you should get me and know I would never. The girls weren’t you; they are just plain fake. I want the real and that is you, and I wanted to do something nice for you and look at that smile” Robyn stared at me in awe, she is happy, and I like that “let’s go, Tina I’m going now. I will call you once we are ready to go back home” Robyn rushed to Tina, a spring in her step which to me verifies she is going to be ready for tonight.

Robyn is doing the most, she can’t stop posting “again?” I said laughing “how can anyone say our love ain’t real? Look at us, I mean I look terrible, but we look as one, they say when someone is your soulmate you start to look like them, I think it’s true. Your forehead is coming out” placing my hand over my forehead “I’m joking but they do say it but thank you for today. Your mother said my son is up to no good and I said how do you know that? You can’t just say that and not back it up and she said because you had a grin that is saying you are up to something when you left and look at that. I can’t wait to be married and just take you off the market” I smiled nervously “marriage huh? You don’t need to take me off anything, I’m yours and I have made that clear but doing what I did for you. You know, I was there, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t look because I did but it gave me nothing, girls tried to speak to me. They are the ones hitting me up, they are for cheating and they want to do these things to me but it’s me, it takes two to cheat Robyn and I ain’t that, on god I’m not” Robyn smiled lightly “love you my heart” Robyn rested against me, she is pleased with my answer I am assuming “just that you know there is other girls with bigger boobs than me, bigger ass than me, a nicer body than me. Probably give better head because I don’t really do that, you know?” resting my chin a top of her head “you are so stupid sometimes, they can shake their titties all they want. I got you, they all fake. How can one be so like this? You are literally wanted by every man” it’s crazy to think that “because men see me has a fuck. I just want to know my man will want me and my small titties, you know” I chuckled “forever my love” she is so silly at times, I think she overthinks things too much.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I feel so giddy about all of this “you know what Chris, I have had a pretty horrible time and I feel like I wouldn’t have got through this without you. I would be stuck in my blackhole, I am doing this because of you. I am being me because you make me feel this way, I thank you so much Chris. And today, I swear you have made me the happiest. You have been there for my downs; you have seen me at my worst. You have cleaned me, cuddled me. Thank you so much” she is being too sweet “stop it, get off the elevator. This is what a man does, I am doing it because I love you” Robyn walked off the elevator “I do not deserve you at all, I swear I don’t Chris. You are the sweetest soul. I love you” grabbing the key card from my pocket “I love you more twin” inserting the key card in the door “ladies first, sexy ladies first” I added “thank you daddy” holding the door open for her as she entered “what?” she breathed out “those fake candle lights still on?” peaking through the door “Christopher, poppa” I have really hit the jackpot, I just know it “follow the path” touching Robyn’ butt as she made her way into the room but then it just hit me, this looks like a proposal like this is wild I have done the most about all of this, I mean marriage. That can wait, it has to wait but I cannot do it now “I am so in love already” walking behind Robyn and up the steps, this deadass looks like a proposal, I am dumb.

“Oh my god son son is here! He is waiting for us!” I chuckled making it up the steps, grinning wide seeing the bed with the heart shape with roses “this is beautiful, I am so speechless. When I said I can’t help you, it’s like you know but you hate doing it. I love you poppa” placing Robyn’ bag on the floor of the room, I know the air in the room has changed, licking my bottom lip. I can feel it, I feel it so bad and I know Robyn does too. Robyn turned to me “uh yeah, how about you pop open that champagne” this is dumb, like I am dumb because the fuck. Did I just shy away from sex, this is some shit. I am feeling nervous, that is it. not nervous in a bad way but like feeling all giddy inside. Clearing my throat making my way around the bed “elephant in the room” Robyn said “huh” looking over at Robyn dumbfounded, the bottle popped open “you got some good hands on you ma” I admitted, she really do “I know how to work my shit Chris” licking my lips laughing “I can see that” Robyn grabbed the glasses and made her way over to me “elephant in the room Chris, I know you feel it, I feel it too” taking the glasses from Robyn “feel the love? Yes I do” Robyn poured the champagne “that too but don’t play dumb with me” clearing my throat again, my throat is dry, Watching Robyn turn away to place the bottle down “for you princess” holding out her glass “here is to us, to our future” we clinked glasses, our eyes never left each other as we drank from the glass, oh this is going to happen tonight, and I am so ready for it.

This feels like our first time, the first time at the hotel room. Touching the corner of Robyn’ face and brought it close to me. Robyn closed her eyes, exhaling a deep breath “Chris” she whispered when my breath trickled down the side of her neck. I nibbled at her skin, earning a small moan from her. My left hand at her waist, and my right gently touched her lips with my finger and dropped my head until our foreheads touched. Lowering my head and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. Robyn leaned in closer and deepened the kiss, she pushed her tongue against my closed lips, urging them to open. Our tongues tangled and the heat between us was just beginning to spark to life, instantly I felt the urge hit me. I want this woman so bad, our breathing hitched, and Robyn tugged at my top to take it off. Pulling my top over my head, Robyn was quick to start pressing kisses to my chest, she missed me, she missed my touch, and I can tell she has. Robyn pressed kisses upon kissed on my chest and then she nibbled on my nipples, my breathing hitched, she hasn’t ever done that to me and that felt good. She continued to kiss my chest and made her way down, making sure to kiss on my navel, she has really got me feeling a type of way under her spell. I was going to let her continue but it’s me, I want to make her feel good. She managed to unbuckle my jeans before I picked her like it was nothing and placed her on the bed “son, son can’t see this Chris. Move him” of course she would remember that damn bear, grabbing the bear and throwing him to the chair in the corner “be nice to him, he better not be able to see” shaking my head “never, it’s good” she is funny, she need to quit thinking of that bear.

I nibbled my way down her body, first stopping at her breast and tracing the tip of my tongue around her nipples. Robyn’ body arched, and she released a throaty moan, leaving her breast I kissed my way down to her belly button, circling my tongue over it. Continuing pass her panties, I kissed her inner thighs. I smirked moving back from Robyn’ centre, I know she is not happy thinking I ain’t giving her pussy the attention it deserves. I took her feet in my hands and began to massage them. Sitting up on her elbows she watched me apply deep pressure to the sole of her foot before rubbing down to the heel then back up again. Staring at Robyn, my eyes never leaving hers as I started kissing her feet. I started slow, moving my lips around her foot, occasionally sticking my tongue out to lick various spots. My intention is to please her; bring her immense pleasure. I kissed each toe on both of her feet and Robyn shuddered. Using my thumbs to create a circular motion, Robyn is completely taken aback when I pulled one of her toes in my mouth. Placing her feet back on the bed, Chris kissed her ankles with an intense look in my eye. My lips moved further up her legs, Robyn bucked her hips in response to me finally pulling her panties off, her sex was free and throbbing to be tended to.

Once we were both naked, I positioned myself over her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss “open your legs” I whispered against Robyn’ lips “wider” I groaned, unsatisfied with the limited access she initially gave me. I used two fingers to stroke her clit when she finally spread her legs for me. He swallowed every whimper that left her mouth, still finding the sounds she made during sex to be the sexiest thing on this earth. She is so swollen and wet, her heat dripped down my finger. Her body curled and she bent her legs back to the point where her knees almost touched her chest when I plunged two fingers inside of her. I slid them back and forth, waiting until they were completely soaked with her moisture before pulling them from her centre with the biggest smirk on my face.

She is more than ready for me and I needed to be inside of her. Entering Robyn slowly, I let out the biggest sight of relief, I wanted to turn Robyn onto her stomach, but I wanted Robyn to be looking at me, it’s been a while and it’s nice to see my wife. Sliding inside of Robyn, her breathing stopped momentarily while the feeling of me inside of her shook through her body. I slid in and out of Robyn at an agonizingly slow pace. Robyn wrapped her arms around shoulders, it reminded me of the very first time we had sex which was the best sex I generally really has. I wanted to prolong the moment and savour the moment, kissing Robyn’ shoulder but Robyn didn’t waste no time as she bit my shoulder instead of exhaling out a moan “fuck” Robyn breathed out into my ear, her hips moving against mine at the same time creating friction. My pace quickened and each thrust became deeper than the last, my fingers gripping onto her waist a little deeper then before. I yanked Robyn’ arms from around my shoulders and stretched them out in front of me. Grabbing on to her wrist, I pinned her down on the mattress just above her head and slammed my hips into her harder. She cried out and her screams growing louder and louder as I kept pushing in deeper and deeper, rolling my hips in at an angle until I filled her.

Panting out as I leaned down to Robyn, our lips touched but neither moved to fully connect them together and form a kiss, we simply inhaled the others breath. Robyn wanted to throw her head back, she wanted to close her eyes and cry out as her body felt close to bursting into flames, but she couldn't bring herself to break the eye contact she held with me. I know she is close; she is so close. Staring into her hazel made my heart feel heavy in my chest, the love I hold for her, I want her forever. She inhaled deeply, her body clenching around me; unwilling to let him go. we both were in a trance, our hunger for one another. Her inner muscles gripped me tighter and my body reacted before my mind could comprehend the sensational feeling. The weight of my body pressed Robyn deeper into the mattress. She bucked her hips up to meet mine and I moaned out her name. When Robyn finally exhaled, my lips captured hers and I sucked the breath from her body. I moved in and out of her slowly, timing my strokes just right, I ensured that we experienced our orgasm at the same time. Our moans were louder than the thunder booming outside of the window as our bodies meshed and we came together. We remained connected, our gaze is so heavy.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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positivecorrelation · 4 years ago

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“I hope that it's enough Is it enough?”

“Before you came around I was lost and out of place You're the only love I found and I'm hoping that you'll stay”

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When Colson & Marshall decide to be in relationship, it doesn't go smooth at first. Mostly cause they've this sense of betrayal. Both believe that the other is taking advantage of the other. Yet they want to stay in this relationship.

They're always tip toeing around each other. There are times when Colson tries to start a conversation and says something silly and Em always give him a smile but the moment Colson looks away, that smile drops and frown appears, and Em wonders, does he want to bring my guards down? Should I be cautious about smiling around him? Colson on the other hand goes through similar doubts like, did he really want to smile? Does he really hear what I say?

It's not easy for them to trust anyone but deep inside they still want to trust each other. It's a slow process.

But from where did this sense betrayal came from?

In Marshall's case, those sneak disses, along with the line "when your idols become your rivals" have left an impact on his mind. He had seen Colson's interviews and songs before the beef but never imagined Colson to have such a reaction. In fact, he never wanted 'MGK' to solely face the whole wrath. He truly wanted others to come out of their hiding places.

Colson felt betrayed because he really wanted to be on Shade45 and possibly become a member of shady records and leave Diddy's hell. When that didn't happen and constant tweets and DMs failed, he tried other methods and when those worked, he made a last effort to talk to the guy but that didn't go so well as he had planned. Nevertheless, others don't need to know or believe but he still respects Marshall.

The beef might be over but this sense of betrayal still lingers.

They want to commit fully into this relationship yet they feel the other might leave them one day, that the other one is not serious about this thing between them. That the betrayal has already taken a toll on the other's senses and they're just waiting for the right time to say 'I hate you'.

They both fail to realize that, it was the beef that brought them close. Unknowingly both have played their parts to bring each other into this relationship. Instead they wait for the other shoe to drop.

Love grows, so does the silly jokes and smiles. Hugs, cuddles and kisses were bound to follow.

They make all kinds of effort to make each other happy. Buying expensive but thoughtful gifts. Since the day Colson has uttered the words that he likes flowers, Em makes it sure that everyday he gifts Colson a flower. Whether he's at home, on tour or in the studio, each day a different flower, just for Colson, and if Marshall's at home he makes sure that its him who gives Colson the flower of the day.

Marshall in return gets a different kind of gift which sometimes also works as a reward for letting Colson win at certain games. Colson loves to hug Marshall. Once a self proclaimed Stan and now possibly life partner, Colson feels Marshall enjoy hugs more than kisses. So everyday, whenever Em hands him a flower or leaves for the studio, Colson hugs him to his heart's content.

The sense of betrayal slowly but surely starts to fade away.

From enemies to lovers, they've come a long way.

Yet they still wait for the other to give them a sign. They want to make sure that they're each other's forever.

Its Colson who breaks first.

He begins to notice that Marshall is spending more and more time in the studio or at home office. He knows Em has a strict routine of devoting his time at studio but this is different. At first he ignores but then Marshall misses a few dinners, forgets to give him his daily good morning kiss and even hugs halfheartedly. Colson is hurt. He never voices them but he feels miserable, that sense of betrayal starts to reappear.

However, unlike his other relationships, he makes a final effort. Instead of simply leaving or confronting Marshall with bitter words, he decides to speak his heart out.

Like any other day, when Em hands him the flower, Colson takes it but the moment Em tries to go back to his home office, Colson grabs ahold of one of Marshall's hands. Em, without any hesitation turns back and waits.

He knows the end has come so he keeps his face devoid of any expression. He can see Colson’s wearing his hoodie. He can clearly see that the guy is trying to compose himself and maybe repeating the words in his head to say them in one go, so he waits.

Colson just keeps on looking at the flower. It's a white rose. A white flag, he supposes. Nodding to himself while still holding Em's hand, Colson looks up from the flower and into Marshall's beautiful blue eyes.

The words simply refuse to come out but he refuses to back down. He feels like this might be his karma for never taking any relationship seriously.

Not wanting a repeat case of what had happened during the whole beef, also fearing that Marshall might take his hand back or god forbid, take away his chance to talk, he begins to speak;

"You know... I don't want you to think...I just...For the past few weeks... F**K". Colson's voice breaks. Who thought it will be this difficult to speak his mind? He can see Marshall's still waiting patiently for him to just...

Taking a deep breath he tries again and finally pushes himself to say the words.

"I don't want to run our relationship on fumes, Em. I might've never told you but you mean a lot to me, more than I can ever explain. Even if I don't mean that much to you, whenever I hold you, I know you'll hold me back. I cared, still care and will continue to care about you. I genuinely care about your opinions, your likes and dislikes.

Everything about you is important to me.

I fell for you Marshall, do you get that? Please, please just put me out of my misery and tell me, do you feel the same way too?"

Colson takes a moment to simply memorize the face, the man who means too much to him. He needs to say the rest of the words...

"You've ignored me in the past and that had hurt me Marshall, You may not believe it but it did hurt, a lot. I swear to you when I say I cannot go through that again because its tearing me up inside Em, and this time I may not...

So please...just... please tell me, do you even love me... the way I love you?"

Marshall can clearly see, Colson is trying his best to not break down. There's tears glistening in his eyes. Em's throat close up, he didn't want to do this but now he has no choice. He takes out a sheet of folder paper from his hoodie's pocket and hands it to Colson. He can clearly see there is confusion in Colson's eyes but without much delay the younger one takes it.

Colson feels reluctant to give up, he keeps holding Em's hand cause he need answers and this feel like a joke but he keeps his patience and tries to unfold the paper with one hand.

It finally unfolds.

The first thing Colson notices is that the page mostly filled with doodles, some lines maybe lyrics that have been crossed out.

"So that's it? That's his answer? Is this his parting gift?" Colson cannot help but wonder.

That old feeling of betrayal comes rushing at the forefront of his mind. His vision becomes blurry. He can feel his hope is taking its last few breaths,his treacherous heart begins to ache.

A few lines catches his eyes so he decides to just read them and be done with it. His breath gets caught in his throat. He's not sure what he’s just read. He wants to be absolutely sure.

So reads them again...and again...and again...

"You are my heartbeat, Without you my heart never settles, My eyes may bleed but their search for you is A tale I wanna tell.

Should I name it, 'Reckless'? Cause it's endless, might Call me shameless but baby You're mine and I wanna be yours and I promise you, my darling, This love is so pure cause Damn! I'm feeling secure.

But be aware, if you decide to Leave me one day and Cross a thousand oceans

Call it Shady or simple madness,

I swear to you, my darling, I'll bring you ashore."

After reading it for what feels like a millionth times, Colson finally looks back up at Marshall and this time he cannot keep the tears at bay. But Em cannot have that, so he tugs him closer and holds him tight.

He doesn't want to break the beautiful moment but he's feeling so relieved that he pulls back. He needs Colson to know and truly understand that he's very serious about this... them...this whole relationship thing.

"I hope this answers all your questions cause you've already answered mine. This is a rough draft but you'll get the final product on your birthday and sweetheart... the whole world will witness it too."

Marshall tries to put all the love he feels for Colson, in those words. So the moment he finishes his confession, Colson slams into him and just hug him tight. He tries to laugh and kiss and bury himself simultaneously in Em's neck; he wants to surround himself with only Marshall... his Em.

Marshall in return, softly kisses Colson's forehead, before hugging him even closer. Its feels good to be loved, really loved. To be in love without any fear; and so for the first time in a long time, Em finally, without any doubt or hesitation, smiles.

#EMGK #Float your boat #Made it a single post for your reading pleasure #I'm no rapper or poet

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beastfury5580 · 2 years ago

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Donkey Kong Z Special Episode: Deja Vu

Special Episode: Deja Vu (DK and the Crossover Gang arrived into the 8-bit NES universe where K Rool has the fruit gems and crystal coconut in his possession. This DK and the others have to scale across four stages while K Rool throws barrels instead of DK until they reach 100m)

Jolly DK - SDGF Sayla Desuno

*It is now 9:12 AM*

DK: *Started waking up as I yawn while stretching and got up out of bed with a delightful smile on my face and went to brush my teeth and shower*

*Krystal, Klonoa, Roxas and Russ are in the kitchen making breakfast*

DK: *Using the toilet* Those bananas really hit the spot but I forgot how much the fibers mess up my stomach. *chuckles then turns on my Nintendo switch OLED and started playing it while I take a dump*

*Link, Koriju, Lucario, and Dillon are training while Daisuke and Kota watch, Spyro and crash are playing star fox assault on the GameCube while diddy is looking at some stuff on his touchphone, and fox, falco, peppy and slippy work then DK walks out to meet everyone*

DK: Good morning everybody! ^_^ Fox and Peppy: Morning! Falco: Sup. Slippy: Hello! ^_^ Diddy: *Reads* When you are extremely angry at your friend, but try your hardest not to show it. *Laughs* This is true. Falco: Why do you look up memes anyway? Diddy: Eh, some of them are funny and some are not. I still laugh at them anyway. Though don't even get me started on that "expanded dong" thing either... Falco: Trust me I won't. DK: What'cha looking at little buddy? Diddy: Looking up memes on the internet, and some of them are REALLY funny. *Reads another one* ...Riko...I don't get it. Hey, slippy look at this one. Slippy: Okay. *Went over to diddy and put my hands on my knees and bends down to see and read one* "To all the people who didn't shoot down. Slippy toad right before a boss battle because I mean, seriously, who doesn't want to blow this out of the sky" Wow, that's just mean. Diddy: The internet is also a cruel place after all. Here's another one. *Scrolls down* Slippy: *Reads it* "This toad's got too much booty in the pants" Hey! My butt's not that big! Is it? Diddy: *Laughs* No! But it wasn't for you silly. Falco: So Fox, what's the plan for the final gem? Fox: The only plan I have is to beat the shadow alliance before they can get to planet titania. Yet we're still so far away, there's no telling if we'll beat them to it or not. Another plan is to watch out for traps Fichina was just the surprise attack. Falco: Yet here's the thing. Kaliga is somehow getting stronger than k rool and yet somehow he managed to oversee everything, where we'd be and what we'd do. It's difficult to tell what his motives are in trying to kill all of us. Sora: What if we trap the other villains? It'll just be Kaliga vs DK. Falco: If it'll help then who cares at this point? Fox: *looks at my laser blade handle* Long as I have this it doesn't matter. Makes me feel like I can cut through just about anything. Slippy: It's a nice weapon right? And look, I got one too! *Turns my green laser blade on and swings it around* Hey fox look at me! I'm Jedi master Yoda! ^_^ Falco: Turn that thing off before you cut our limbs off "Jedi master"! Banjo: Dude you're giving me mother hen vibes. Falco: Shut up! *Drink my tea* Fox: As fun as it is you may want to use the laser blade wisely. We'll also need to test your sword fighting skills as well. Koriju: I will be the judge of that. *Walks in with Daisuke and Kota following me* I'm a master of bushido and I would love to spar slippy in the sacred arts. Slippy: You're not going to be hard on me are you? Koriju: At the beginning no. Slippy: *Gulps* ... Koriju: Fox if you would. Fox: *Gives Koriju my blue laser blade* Koriju: *Turns the laser blade on* Take your position, keep your sword in the center. *Hold my laser blade in front of me* Slippy: *Tries to mimic what Koriju just did* Falco: This is ridiculous, slippy's a tech genius he's not a swordfighter. Koriju: Hajime!

Koriju Vs Slippy: Swordplay - Final Fantasy X-2 International + Last Mission OST #04 - Last Mission No.1

*Slippy and Koriju circle around each other then both of them started clashing blades until they back away to make space*

Koriju: KIYA!! *Swong forward* Slippy: WAH!! *dashed back then front flip over Koriju* Whoa! Koriju: RAUGH!

*They both continued clashing while locking blades until they backed away again*

Koriju: You're technique and formation need work. Sora: Hi boy. *Petting Daisuke's head* Daisuke: Woof! *Wag my tail playing with Sora* Peppy: Whoa, be careful not to hit the equipment guys! There is a training room for a reason. Fox: Exactly what I said. Falco: HA! Where's the fun in that? Klonoa: Breakfast is ready! *Walks in but stopped halfway when I noticed Koriju and slippy are fighting* What's going on here?! Koriju: Focus slippy! Don't simply dodge, defend! Slippy: Hold on I'm not that fast! Koriju: Alright then I'll let you strike. Slippy: Really? Koriju: *Stood my ground*

*Slippy jumped in the air to strike Koriju but he dodged and slapped slippy on the head*

Slippy: Agh! Hey! Koriju: Your opponent won't simply stand still. They will dodge and use every weakness against you until you've lost. Always remember that when in a fight. *Turns off the blue laser blade and gives it back to fox* Slippy: Awe man.. *Put away my laser blade* Combat battle is hard. I don't know how you all do it. Koriju: Practice and experience, those two things are what makes us all warriors, even krystal-chan. Fox: What were you saying klonoa? Klonoa: I was saying breakfast is ready. Fox: Alright everyone let's eat. *Walks to my seat and take my plate*

A Nice and Peaceful Breakfast with all my friends - Policenauts Soundtrack [PSX][Sega Saturn][PC98] 22 - Sweet Home

*Everyone is eating their breakfast at the table together like a family*

*Now after breakfast*

DK: Mmmmm, that was so good. ^_^ Diddy: Man you guys really know how to cook. Krystal: Thank you diddy. Daisuke: *Lays down as I'm tired* Koriju: Thank you for doing this for me sora. He needs the energy. *Petting Daisuke's head* Sora: No problem. I love dogs. ^^ Russ: So um...how long do you think until we reach titania? Fox: Not for a while, that means we have time to prepare for anything. Slippy: And I have time to upgrade the arwings and landmasters too. K Rool: *Through the ship's mic* Hellooooooo. Everyone: ?!

*The Shadow Alliance Warship warped out of hyperjump then the great fox stopped*

ROB64: Enemy detected! Enemy detected! Falco: I got a bad feeling about this... K Rool: I think this has gone long enough. Now let's see if you can survive this time! *Pressed the button*

*The warship fired a black hole next to the great fox*

Peppy: That idiot opened a black hole! Fox: Quick! We have to get away! DK: Diddy! Diddy: Right!

*Both DK and Diddy transformed into super kong gold and platinum as they both flew outside and pushed the great fox out of the black hole but both of them were being pulled in the black hole's gravitational pull as they both screamed and vanished*

Fox: DONKEY KONG!!! DIDDY!!!

*The room went silent*

Peppy: ...DK? Slippy: *Cries as I hold my face* Donkey Koooooong!! Link: I can't believe they're really gone...no one could have survived a black hole in space. Krystal: What do we do now fox? Fox: ... *Walks over to the glass window* Krystal: Fox? Fox: I....I don't know.....

*Meanwhile*

K Rool with the fruit gems - Donkey Kong Arcade Music - Donkey Kong Start & How High Can You Get

*DK and Diddy jumped out of the black hole in their 8-bit appearance*

25m - 25m BGM - Super Smash Bros. Brawl

Diddy: What's going on? I feel different here. DK: ...Oh no...we're back in cranky's timeline! Diddy: Wait really? *looks up* Oh...this came from the smash tournament too...I REALLY didn't like this stage... K Rool: Enjoying the view down there boys? DK: K Rool! And he has the rest of the fruit gems with him! K Rool: Come and get me! *Took out a metal barrel and throws it down the stairs* DK: Diddy come on!

*DK and Diddy went up the stairs while jumping up the barrels*

DK: Now I know how Mario's dad felt when rescuing Pauline...so many stairs. Diddy: We can climb up. We're apes after all and there are ladders. DK: Oh yea.. let's finish this! *Picked up Diddy and tossed him up then jumped and pulled myself up* K Rool: Oh! *Grabs the fruit gems and climbs up*

50m - Donkey Kong - 50M [Arcade]

Diddy: Okay this is the next level. DK: Watch out for the flames though. K Rool: *Snap my finger*

*There are floor spikes in different sections of the level*

Diddy and DK: *Kept moving up as they jumped over the flames and avoided the spikes* K Rool: Oh good heavens! *Grabbed the fruit gems and ran up the ladder*

75m - Donkey Kong Arcade Music - 75m BGM

Diddy: The music went silent. DK: *Noticed the spring obstacle bouncing down* That's why. We need to jump over all that and then avoid the jack spring to get to K Rool. K Rool: As if I would let it be that simple!

*A glowing light came from under the floor and started bursting out in explosions*

Diddy: Blast pads? Now he's just being unfair! DK: There has to be a way to get to him faster. We can't keep going up forever! Diddy: And how is he doing all of this anyway? He's literally beating us in our own game! K Rool: You'll never get these fruit gems! *Grabs the fruit gems and continues climbing up* DK: We need a cheat code to get to him faster. It's not allowed but the only option I got. Diddy: I got one. POKE 12118,234

*DK and Diddy now have unlimited lives*

Diddy: We can die a bunch of times until we reach to K Rool. DK: That's great and all but it won't help to get to him faster. K Rool: *Evil laughs* Giving up boys?! Diddy: Well suck it up. It's all we got. Now come on!

*DK and Diddy jumped onto other platforms while both of them dodged the spring and climbed up the ladder*

100m - Donkey Kong Arcade Music - 100m BGM

Diddy: K Rool's never gonna see this coming. We have to take the pieces off so that K Rool falls on his head. You got to distract him while I do that. DK: You got it.

*Diddy and DK got to work while K Rool got distracted *

DK: Yoohoo, K Rool! Come and get me! *Taunts him by shaking my fat butt at him while hooting* ^_^ K Rool: Forget it! There is no way I'm falling for that! DK: Yeah? Well, your wife is ugly as hell! K Rool: No one talks about my Kalypso that way! *pulls out my Blunderbuss and fires at DK* Diddy: *Climbs up quietly and flips up to gather the gem fruits* DK: *Dodging K Rool's blunderbuss cannons to break the bolts attached to the steel girders*

*Diddy managed to grab all the fruit gems when k rool wasn't looking and the bolts were destroyed, K rool looks down when the middle girder fell down and fell down to the bottom, banging his head on the ground. DK and Diddy cheered after getting all the fruit gems yet a dreamy mirage ended when fox called to diddy and DK in their sleep*

Fox: DK? DK. Hellooooo DK: *Yawns and wakes up* Wha? Fox: You've been sleeping for a long time now. I just wanted to make sure you're okay. DK: ...So it was all a dream... Fox: What was? DK: Oh nothing. Diddy: *Yawns and stretches* How long was I out? Fox: For hours. It's now 1:00. Diddy: 1:00?!? *Got out of bed quickly and ran off* I practically missed breakfast! DK: *Got out of bed* Fox: He'll know that his breakfast is in the fridge. DK: *Thinks* "So now I know how cranky feels..." *Follows fox out of my room*

*Meanwhile on DK Isle*

Cranky: *Snorks as I woke up* DKJR: Something wrong father? Cranky: I dunno. I had the strangest feeling of deja vu in my dreams...it's almost as if my past life was tempered with... DKJR: I'm sure it's nothing. Cranky: Yeah you're right. *Went back to sleep*

End

#donkey kong

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kellykadesperate · 7 years ago

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Nicole!! Well if you want to do it, Aaron has to stay with Seb for a couple of days on his own for the first time because Robert is away for some business thing and Seb gets feverish (Nothing more than your common baby cold but Aaron almost has a heart attack). Vic is busy with her diner too, etc. That is about it sorry the idea is small but if you can't feel it, s'okay.

(it was a great idea!)

It’s been about five months since they got back together.

Four whole months is a healthy strip for them and Aaron has to pinch himself sometimes.

Not because he doesn’t believe he gets this, no, but because they’ve managed to get this, and be just happy.

Struggling through things but, happy.

And Seb’s there, he’s slotted into their lives in a way which Aaron will always be grateful for.

The birds singing outside manage to make Aaron twitch, and before he knows it, there’s a tiny hand pressed against his mouth and he’s blinking quickly.

It makes him smile lazily, and Seb’s mouth is open and closing over and over again like he’s trying to say something.

He’s squeezed in between Aaron and Robert and he’s trying his best to wriggle around and flicker his eyes.

When he does, they’re wide and alert and Aaron’s never going to get over how much noise Seb can make, all soft breathes and gurgles.

Aaron gently strokes at Seb’s head the way he does when he needs to ground himself and then Robert’s picking up on the noises and he’s awake.

“Mornin’.” Robert grumbles out, voice all thick and making Aaron have to calm the heat which surfaces in his stomach and travels south. It’s the most stupid, hardly sexy things ever now, which make Aaron lose his shit and it’s maybe because they were apart for so long but -

“When did he get up?” Robert’s rubbing his eyes, sitting up in bed and his hair is ridiculously flat against his forehead.

Aaron pulls a face. “Before me.” He mumbles, and he’s got his hand stretched over so that Robert can pull him a little closer. “Woke me up by putting his hand in my mouth again.”

Robert is suddenly amused and smirks. “He wants to be a boxer just like you.” He says, places a hand against Seb and then kisses at his head.

“No one’s touching his little face.” Aaron says protectively and Robert seems to agree to that.

It’s soft for a second or two and then Robert has a grown line forming on his forehead.

“Go on,” Aaron mumbles and Robert gulps hard. “I haven’t forgotten you know.” He says heavily and yeah his heart tightens but they’ve been through this and he’s told himself that it’ll be fine.

Robert looks uncomfortable and it’s a rare but sensitively soft sight these days. They’ve talked so often about where they’re heading and it’s good, but Robert still looks at him sometimes as if he’s asking,

“Is this too much?”

“You haven’t?” Robert says, eyes fluttering and Aaron presses his head down towards Seb’s head. He’s not sure why it smells so good but it’s a comfort thing.

“It’s just for a few hours, I’ll be fine.”

Only the truth is,

He’s being left with Seb for the first proper time and it’s okay, it really is, he wouldn’t have said yes, if he wasn’t up for it.

But.

“I don’t want you thinking that -” and Robert is climbing off the bed now and sighing. “You have to.”

Aaron just scoffs. “It’s not a chore.” He says, and his heart does something funny as Robert looks at him like he is the best thing in the world. “It’s just, me and Seb hanging out without you around.”

And Robert’s eyes flicker in to something tentative and beautiful as Aaron watches him nod his head and start running about because he’s slept in too long.

Aaron bites his lip and looks down at Seb wriggling on the spot. “Your dad should invest in an alarm clock.” He says and Seb reaches out and holds at Aaron’s hand tightly.

Always tightly.

Robert’s got a suit on and a new briefcase so smells of leather and cologne as he stands by the door.

“If - if you need anything, just go get Diane.” Robert says, face slightly flushed pink and his eyes melt a little as Aaron comes towards him with Seb in his arms.

The little boy has grown almost overnight and Aaron’s able to hang him by his hip now with a gentle ease.

“I won’t have to. He’s no trouble.” And that’s true. Because Seb cries when he’s over tired or needs feeding but that’s about it. He’s not a complainer, yet.

“Yeah, for you.” Robert says, comes towards them and strokes Seb’s soft tuffs of blonde hair. “Saves all the drama for me don’t you?” He says and then he gulps hard like he’s unsure.

“Oi.” Aaron says and Robert’s head is raised a little. “We’ll be fine.” He reassures, thinks about Vic and how she’s hardly available to call now she’s of doing her Diddy Diner stuff. They’ll have to be fine.

They will be.

Robert nods slowly before he’s kissing Seb’s head and then kissing Aaron’s cheek.

It’s domestic, it’s routine.

Only Aaron wants more.

He leans in closer and turns his head so that Robert is kissing his lips instead and Robert laughs against it before settling into a soft rhythm.

“Love you.” Robert mumbles, kind and passionate at the same time.

And Aaron says it back, Seb gurgling away in his arms as he does.

And then Robert’s gone, door closing and a train to catch, meetings to attend and -

“And then there were two.” Aaron looks down at Seb and smiles and he doesn’t know why exactly but Seb’s always looking back at him with this wide eyed amazement.

Almost like he knows that Aaron’s this special person who his dad loves.

Aaron’s getting carried away, tries to settle himself and it takes no time. Because Seb sort of likes nothing more than to ball his fists and gurgle and punch against Aaron’s chest.

So, Aaron’s laying on the sofa, has his hands tight around Seb’s waist and makes playful faces at the boy with the little freckles.

“You’re always good for me.” Aaron whispers as Seb drops his head backwards and then falls down towards Aaron’s chest. It makes Aaron chuckle a little and then he’s flicking through the channels and rubbing at Seb’s back as he continues to wave his hands up and down.

“You fancy watching Top Gear?” Aaron says playfully and then smiles. “It’s sort of law in this house Seb, you’ll love it when you’re older.” And he sees Seb speaking to him and playing with cars and being in awe of Uncle Cain’s garage and his heart fizzles.

It’s soft like that, it stays that simple until Seb’s only finishing half of his bottle of milk before pushing it away.

“Come on mate, it’ll make you big and strong.” Aaron says, and yeah he’s a little nervous. Just because, Seb’s usually always gagging for me and he hasn’t seen him reject it like that before.

And he manages to convince himself that it’s because he’s only been in his life for a few months and -

Aaron’s eyes flicker as he stares at the bundle in his arms, Seb’s frowning, looks like he wants to cry and then his eyes grow glassy and this feeling just takes over his entire body.

There’s this desperate need to protect and suddenly Seb’s against his chest and he doesn’t want to ever let him go. “Oh, it’s okay.” He says.

Only Seb’s sweating, his back is wet and he’s all pink and puffy and -

He’s not right.

Aaron’s not supposed to panic, like Robert’s told him not to panic over silly things, they’ve been through this but -

“Seb, Seb mate, it’s okay.” Aaron says, breath rushed and harsh. “You’re going to be okay.” He promises, decides to start bouncing him up and down but that makes Seb cry even louder and Aaron has to think quickly.

He thinks about settling him down on the sofa, calling Diane. But he doesn’t want to let him go, doesn’t want him on his own.

He keeps shushing him and it keeps not working as he tries to Diane and she doesn’t answer.

“It’s okay, I know mate. I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with ya.” Aaron’s mumbling, keeps kissing at Seb’s head and walking up and down.

And then he’s laying him on the sofa and taking off his onesie and the baby grow underneath. But then Seb’s going to be too cold and -

He doesn’t want to, but he’s calling Robert and it’s fucking failure, it really is.

“Rob, Robert, he’s crying. He keeps crying and - and he’s really really hot and -”

Robert says he’s coming home, sort of just like that and Aaron’s more than just a little relived.

“See, daddy’s come home. He’s - he’ll be able to help you. He’ll do it better than me.” Aaron says, and Seb’s got tears rolling down his face.

Aaron catches them all, has she curled up on his chest as he desperately googles what could be wrong.

Robert unlocks the door as quick as he can, he’s shaking a little as he does it and all he can think about is Aaron and Seb and -

When he opens the door, he has to catch a gasp in his throat because Aaron’s laying there and Seb is curled up on his chest looking like a little doll.

Aaron’s got an arm thrown over the little boy and they’re both sleeping soundly.

He comes a step closer and Seb’s almost sensing him in the room because he lifts his head up suddenly and Robert pulls a finger across his lips but it doesn’t help.

Because Aaron’s suddenly holding Seb tighter and Robert’s heart skips.

“I didn’t even hear you come in.” Aaron’s saying sleepily. “I was so -”

“Scared?” Robert whispers, and Aaron frowns out a yes.

“I can’t do it.” He blurts out, looks disgusted and Robert’s heart breaks.

“Don’t say that.” Robert whispers. “You’re amazing with him.”

Aaron frowns. “No I’m not.” He sighs, “I was so panicked.”

Robert bites his lip. “Because you care.” He shrugs. “It’s okay Aaron.” He whispers before stroking at Aaron’s face.

“I love him.” Aaron shuts his eyes and pulls Seb closer to him and Robert is so amazed by how little Seb cares about being held so tight. He usually squirms when Diane fusses over him.

Robert cries, of course he’s crying over Aaron’s words and then Aaron’s sitting up and holding Seb in his arms.

“I’m sorry, for letting you down.” Aaron’s biting his lip and Robert frowns at him.

“You didn’t.” Robert shakes his head before touching Seb’s forehead. “He’s got a fever.” He mumbles and Aaron rolls his eyes.

“I convinced myself it was so much -”

And Robert smiles faintly. “It’s okay.” He mumbles and Aaron blows out a breath, wants to believe it as Robert leads them up the stairs and into their room.

Seb’s groggy, won’t settle in his coat and Aaron turns over so he’s looking at Robert.

“I want to bring him in here, he’s ill and lonely and -”

“Misses your hugs as much as I do.” Robert smiles out, and Aaron’s eyes flicker before he’s getting Seb and placing him in between them like the night before.

Aaron’s just staring at Seb, watching him to check he’s okay and Robert’s doing the same.

“You didn’t fail today you know.” Robert tells Aaron. He looks unsure and Robert leans over and gently strokes Aaron’s thumb. “You love him, and me and - I never thought I’d see that look in your eye but -”

“What look?” Aaron whispers.

“Like you just wanted to keep Seb safe.” Robert mumbles, can’t believe how much it made him feel things.

“I always will.” Aaron says easily, “And i promise ya, I’ll panic less next time.” He says and Robert’s eyes sparkle.

“You don’t have to.” Robert says, “You’re doing amazing.” He whispers.

And Aaron doesn’t believe that so,

“You’re doing perfect.”

And he’ll keep telling Aaron that until he’s blue in the bloody face.

#robron #robron fics #sebastian white

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thenickelportrust · 7 years ago

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OKAY SINCE YOU'RE WILLING TO INDULGE ME: what if the MC and the LI find themselves under the mistletoe and are very much about to uphold the tradition when someone ruins the moment

Indulgence, (ho-ho-)ho! (In other news I was severely tempted to make the person who interrupts each one of these V but then I realized I couldn’t write V’s without assigning a specific V and then having one of their siblings (aka basically another V) barge in. And sadly that would leave one V left out of the fun.)

Anyway, here you go! An extra-long holiday gift ask!

Side note: because these got so gosh darn long I just kinda put the Exes at a point in the relationship where it wouldn’t really matter whether or not they were your Ex.

Side side note: It’s under the cut to keep the post itself from flooding people immediately.

Finley: The office was fairly quiet. Most people had already left- taking an early start to their holiday break, buying last-minute gifts, or meeting family and friends at various parties. You’re just about getting ready to head out yourself, standing with arms crossed in front of the printer that slowly, and loudly, churns out page after page of your most-recent cover-piece draft. A quick little diddy that you whipped up on whatever new pop scandal you had to cover to keep your cover alive and well. You’ve avoided it up until now because someone had the bright idea to put some mistletoe above the printer, which has resulted in a lot of flustered coworkers laughing uncomfortably as they give some chaste, and somewhat unwilling, pecks on each other’s cheeks. Not willing to participate in this office-wide ritual of discomfort, you quietly procrastinated printing until everyone else left. Now that the office was quiet once more, there’s no one to awkwardly kiss- unless you wanted to try your luck with the printer.

But by its hissing and growling, it probably wouldn’t be all that keen on the idea.

Finally, the printer reluctantly spits out the last page. You gather your work up and turn to leave- but stumble back a bit as you nearly crash into someone entering.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t see- ah…” Finley backpedals to the doorway, their surprised expression softening into a smile when they see you. “It’s you, I didn’t think anyone was still around here…”

“Neither did I.” You admit, then with a quick nod up to the mistletoe, “You avoiding it, too?”

Finley nods once, “I swear, whoever had the bright idea to hang that thing up…” They sigh, “Say, I guess we both failed avoiding it. So…” Finley clears their throat, rubbing the back of their neck- are they- are they blushing? “If you want to get it over with then… Well, ah, I guess it’s custom to make it as awkward as possible, yeah? So which would you prefer- the awkward ‘we both try to kiss the cheek and end up head butting’, the ‘avoiding eye-contact as much as possible before a barely-pass-for-a-kiss on the forehead’ or…?”

“Never took you for one to keep custom, Finn.” You find yourself taking a step forward, the papers set aside atop the printer.

“Mmm, I’m surprised, after all I’ve such a reputation for being formal.” They also drift forward, your back and forth banter fading when their hands drift to your hip, and yours to their shoulders. As if in rebellion of the avoidance-based custom your gazes lock. You brush a strand of straw-colored hair away from their bright blue eyes. You can feel your heartbeat against your chest- you wonder if they can feel it too. You lean forward, your eyes close slowly- until the last thing you see is Finley’s bright blue eyes slowly fluttering closed as well and-

“Hey! Boss! I thought you’d left already!”

Both you and Finley jump- and you may or may not let out a somewhat undignified yelp out of shock. But the jury’s still out on that one, of course. You stumble back, grabbing your papers and holding them out in front of you like a shield. Finley doesn’t fare much better, whipping around so quickly that they nearly slip on the slick tiled floor and end up awkwardly balancing their weight on the old printer- hand landing on its top with a loud bang as they attempt to play it off with stiff casualty.

“Ah, you’re here too! The usual nightworkers, eh?” A coworker who you could’ve sworn had already left stands very much not-having-left with arms crossed over her chest as she grins towards the two of you. Your heart is still beating loudly. Can she hear it? Can Finley? No, no, that’s ridiculous. “I’m just ‘bout to head out, thought I heard something in here.” Her eyes flicker up to the mistletoe.

Please don’t- “Ah I see how it is… Got caught under the mistletoe- eh?” She wiggles her eyebrows conspiratorially. “Well, then I won’t interrupt- have fun you two!” She knocks on the side of the wood once, casting another sly smile your way before disappearing around the corner.

Both you and Finley seem to just… watch her leave with astounded expressions. At least you think so, you can’t really see their expression from here. “Finn-”

Finley’s laughing- you can barely hear it, just quiet chuckling that’s really only hinted at by the bouncing of their shoulders, they turn around to you, one hand digging up into their hair, brushing their messy bangs away from their forehead as they glance up at the mistletoe. “I swear, that thing is cursed.”

You can’t help but laugh a tiny bit as well, “Wouldn’t be that surprised, knowing the luck of this place.”

“Yeah, really. If there’s anywhere that ends up with cursed mistletoe…” They shove their hands into their pockets, Finley’s head shakes slowly, “It’s coming down as soon as I’m done here.”

“Just try not to invoke the wrath of some angry dead guy? That’s honestly the last thing we need.” You shuffle around the papers in your arms, “Well I- I guess I should… get going then…?”

“Ah…” Finley looks down, their face kept a careful blank, “Yeah, I suppose you’ve got… everything you need here.”

You make a noise that might stand in for an agreement, a sullen disappointment digging into your steadily slowing-back-down heart. Just as you pass them, however, a hand latches onto your arm. “Yea-” Your voice stutters to a halt when Finley leans over and quickly presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Happy holidays,” They whisper into your ear, “We should… find some time to celebrate it, together, when there’s not some fake plant hanging over us telling us what to do.”

You couldn’t keep the smile from your face if you tried, “I… I think I’d like that.”

Raf: “So what time did you say your sister was coming over for dinner?” Your currently perched atop a ladder- which on your own would most likely not result in any grievous injuries, but that still didn’t stop Raf from stopping his own helping with the decorations to wait carefully beside your, hands always up and hovering by your hip to make sure you don’t fall.

“According to Ash six o’ clock… which means anywhere between five and seven- ah, be careful!” You can’t help but smile when you see him tense at even the slightest wobbling of the ladder. Who would’ve thought hanging a bunch of lights could be so stressful for one person? You pull back your sleeve and check the watch on your wrist- it’s already five-ten, so with any luck she’ll stick to her proposed-time. There’s still a couple of things you want to put up.

“Is that it, then?” Raf asks hopefully, “At least for here?”

“Hmmm…” You lean back- which of course only makes Raf fidget a tiny bit more, “Not yet, there’s one other thing I want to put up here- think you could grab that tiny box over there? There’s something in it I want to put up right over the doorframe here.” You pat the empty space beside you.

Raf turns warily towards the box, he seems conflicted about leaving your side. You can’t help the wistful sigh- though to be entirely fair you’d be worried if Raf wasn’t so paranoid about even something small like this. You fight a smile from your face, “I’m not gonna fall.” And ultimately fail.

“S-sorry, I know I’m…” Raf backs away, smiling bashfully as he scratches the back of his head- though he still eyes the ladder warily, “I’ll go and get the- uh, the box.” Raf quickly scurries over to where you’ve piled the majority of the decorations in one big culmination of holiday enthusiasm. You sit back on the top rung of the ladder, hands folded underneath your chin as you watch him dig around. The dim, warm light falling around the house from the candles and few lights you’ve left on, the soft music drifting over the air from the speaker that for some unknown reason was so complicated it took the both of you puzzling over it for a solid half hour, and the smell- Raf must have made enough for six people set out on the kitchen and it all smells amazing. Everything is so… quiet. It’s nice. You so rarely get to use those words together nowadays. ‘Quiet’ and ‘nice’.

“This one?” Raf holds up the tiny red box containing something you bought on a silly little whim.

“Yep! That one!” You’re not even really sure what made you buy it.

“Here you go.” Well, no, that’s a lie. You know exactly why you bought it. Raf places one hand against the ladder, glancing up at the red-wrapped box curiously, “What is it, anyway?”

“Oh, just something small.” You pop the top off, you hold it up and let the tiny waxy leaves and little white berries glint with the soft orange glow of the room lights.

“That’s…” Raf trails off, watching you carefully as you stretch over above the doorframe, tying the red ribbon into the string you used to hand the rest of the decorations on. Leaning back, you pause for a moment to admire your handiwork.

“Happy holidays, Raf.” You scoot down a few steps on the ladder and turn towards him- and he’s wearing a grin as big as your own.

“You are… unbelievable.” Raf lowers his head as he laughs, “In all the best ways.”

“And…?”

“And?” You nod to the mistletoe now hanging almost directly above his head. Raf’s eyes crinkle in another smile, “And, apparently, impatient.”

“Hey, now!”

Raf just reaches up, his hands cupping your face, you lean in towards him- arms looping around his neck-

“Happy goddamn holidays, everyone!” The door slams open- a foot kicking its way through- the door hits the side of the wall with ferocity. Apparently more ferocity than it’s assailant intended, as a quick, “Oops!” follows up the loud slamming noise.

And then you, shocked by the sudden noise and in a desperate attempt to scramble back all the while forgetting that you, still, on the ladder, end up kicking the ladder aside and crashing to the ground. Raf, who was no longer expecting you to fall, yelps as well, trying half to catch your fall and half to break it- which all only ends up with the two of you slamming against the floor with the ladder crashing along beside you.

Another, albeit much more quiet, much more apologetic “Oops…?” floats up from the front doorway.

“Are you… alright…?” Raf groans from beneath you, one of his hands presses against his eye.

Your head aches, your knee hurts, and you think you landed at least partially on your funny bone, “I’m great. How about you?”

“I’m good if you’re good.” He smiles- and immediately winces once more.

“No- you’re not.” You gingerly press against his hand, “Let me see- what happened?”

“It’s fine.”

“Raf.”

“You, uh, might’ve landed on my eye, though.” You finally get him to move his hand away- the beginnings of a purple bruise painting the skin around the closed eyelid. “Nothing too bad, though.”

“Raf!”

“I’ll go get some ice!” You see a blur of black hair dart to the kitchen. You quickly pick yourself up off of the ground, helping Raf up as well. Almost as soon as your up, a bag of ice is shoved towards the two of you- Ayesha smiling sheepishly.

“Uh, sorry, this is my fault, isn’t it? You left your front door open so I thought I’d surprise the two of you but, uh- that didn’t work very well, did it?” She laughs uncomfortably.

“It’s not your fault, Ash, you’re fine.” Raf reassures her, gratefully taking the bag of ice and pressing it to his eye, “We… probably should’ve put the ladder away first.”

“Right… well, happy holidays! I, um, I have more gifts than just a black eye, by the way.” Ayesha gestures to the door, backpedaling quickly, “I was gonna wait till I left to give them to you guys but, uh, maybe I should do that… now…” And with that, she rushes out the door in a hurry once more.

“The mistletoe was a bad idea.” You mumble quietly.

“The mistletoe was sweet- is sweet.” Raf corrects, somehow still smiling, “It was the kiss from a ladder that was the bad idea.”

“Seemed romantic at the time.”

“So does a kiss from a sinking boat, or in front of an active volcano,” Raf points out, “Doesn’t mean they’re good ideas.”

“Hmmm… good ideas there…”

“… I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“I’m just playing with you.” You nudge his side, “Besides, we don’t need any of that to make it romantic.”

“You’re right. As long as you’re here, it’s always romantic.”

You can’t help but laugh a little bit as he gives you that sappy-sweet smile all the while pressing the ice to his injured eye, “Even when I’m unceremoniously injuring you while trying to give you a kiss?”

Raf only grins wider, “Well, less so then than other times but… yes, even then.”

Jacob: It’s not a very comforting thought when you remember that the man walking through the cold winter snow coming home late from work on the holidays usually ends up being the unlikeable main character for the first half of any holiday special. But here you are, the busy businessman who didn’t mean to but somehow ended up missing holiday dinner with your loved one now trudging home through the ice and snow entirely miserable- and not just because the car finally gave up and died somewhere on the road back, not just because your pants are soaked through and your legs are chilled to the bone, but because you know from how excited Jacob had sounded before that he’d been planning something special for tonight and you had to cancel. It wasn’t even a life-or-death, hero-crashing-into-the-side-of-your-office exciting cancel either. But that the printer called and there was a mishap and you were required to spend an extra two hours tucked away in a space two sizes too small for even the shortest of your emergency-maintenance group that smelled of burning ink, paper, and rubber.

Some start to the holidays.

No doubt Jacob was already asleep. You didn’t even get a chance to call and explain, just send off a quick text saying you might not make it- and what kind of good boyfriend sends ‘might’ in that kind of context anyway?

With some slight resentment making you even cold enough to compete with the wintry chill, you throw open the doors to the apartment building, trudging up the steps as pinpricks tickle the edges of your fingers while they slowly regain feeling in the artificially-heated building. They don’t regain full mobility, however, by the time you reach the front door, which leaves you fumbling awkwardly with the keys trying to get the apartment door to open without making a complete fool of yourself.

Luckily, the door spares you the chance, instead it whips open before you even manage to put the key in the lock. Jacob stands on the other side, his eyes wide- hair wild and messy like he’d been asleep, which he probably was.

“Jacob I-” You think up a million and one ways to phrase your sudden absence on your planned day together that might deflect his anger. But you get to say exactly none of them as Jacob’s face splits into a grin, and he wraps you up in a large, warm embrace- practically tugging you into the apartment.

“You’re back! You didn’t come back and I was starting to get worried! I stayed up- er, I tried to stay up, I ended up passing out on the couch but I wanted to stay up! What happened? I got your text but it seemed so rushed I thought something had gone wrong but then you didn’t send anything else and you weren’t there so I got worried that maybe it was something serious that happened and- you smell bad you know that? You smell like… rubber- was there a fire? Are you alright? You didn’t get burned did you-”

“Woah- woah! Slow down.” Jacob backs away- just enough to look at you, his hands still gripping the sides of your snow-soaked clothes. Clothes… He’s still wearing his day-clothes. He didn’t even change, just… waited for you? “There wasn’t any fire- but the printing machine almost exploded.”

“Exploded…?”

“It’s been a ticking time bomb for years.” You shrug, “I’m… I’m sorry. That’s no excuse, I should’ve- I should’ve called or something or… I just thought you’d be asleep but I guess…”

“Oh- oh, no! It’s fine! You’re fine!” Jacob is quick to reassure you, shaking his head rapidly, “I mean- I was worried, of course, but you’re back! And… you’re really cold.”

“Uh, yeah, my car kinda… died.” You don’t really know why you laugh, to dispel the lingering feeling of guilt? To break the silence? Either way it ends in an awkward clearing of the throat. “I think I should probably get changed.”

“Ah- right!” Jacob releases you from his embrace- and part of you regrets saying that. The warmth and familiar comfort of his arms around you was… nice. Perhaps the first nice thing you’ve really had today. “You go get changed. I can- uh…” He looks down, eyebrows furrowing in thought, “Ah!” He claps his hands together, “There’s some extra blankets Iaying around here somewhere! I’ll grab them!”

“You don’t have t-” But he’s off, already tearing one from the couch and scouring around the apartment.

With the bedroom door half-closed behind you to give some semblance of privacy as you switch into a much drier, much less rubber-smelling, and much more warm pair of pajamas, you can still hear Jacob dancing around the livingroom looking for blankets. Even if you didn’t want to laugh to yourself you don’t really think you could hold it back. Old clothes discarded for now, you can see Jacob through the slim crack of the door that leaks light through- piles of cloth spilling over his arms. You’re about to go over and call out to him that he can stop when you spot something dangling over the door, nearly imperceptible in the low light. Is that…

Is that mistletoe?

You swing open the door to get a better look at it- yes, there’s no doubt about it- that’s mistletoe. Jacob put some mistletoe over the door.

“Ah, good! You changed!” Jacob skids to a halt in front of you, “I don’t think there’s any more than this- and some might not be very warm but I got all the ones I could so I think these might help some…? Uh,” He tilts his head, brows furrowing when you don’t respond. He follows your gaze, “Oh! Oh that,” Jacob laughs, he shuffles around the blankets in his arms, turning his reddening face away. “Uh, I saw it earlier today. I dunno, I just- uh- well, it’s a holiday thing, yeah? And I mean, it’s supposed to be romantic, and I’m not really the best at being romantic- or decorating- and especially not romantic decorating- but I guess I thought it might be nice? Somewhat. Is it too cheesy? It’s probably too cheesy. I can take it down. In fact, let me just put these down and I’ll take it down right now.” He marches past you.

“Jacob.”

“Hm?” Jacob turns to you, dumping the blankets on the bed.

“You didn’t kiss me.”

“I- uh- I’m sorry?”

You stifle a snicker, and point up to the mistletoe. “Aren’t you supposed to kiss me?”

He brightens visibly, “I mean, I guess so.” You can see him trying to play it off with a shrug, but his eyes spark with a kind of jovial energy. “If you want.”

You welcome the return of his warm embrace, already feeling the warmth of him chase away the chill that lingers on your skin. Jacob falls silent, he reaches towards your face, hands cradling your chin, brushing along the line of your jaw- brushing off the outside cold, “I’m… glad you’re home.”

“Me too.” The tension that had been propping up your shoulders clattering away with one long sigh. You close your eyes, pull him a little closer and-

And then the phone starts ringing.

And instead of a sweet, romantic holiday kiss you’re left breathing out an irritated, sighing-hiss of “Oh for the love of-,” You peak around Jacob’s shoulder- and it’s work. Of course the number is work.

“Do you, um, do you want to get that?” Jacob shuffles his feet, hands already slipping off of your face.

“You know what? No.” You reach up and grab his hands. “Ignore it. It’s not important.”

“Are you sure…? I don’t want you to get in trouble because-”

“I’m sure.” You shake your hand, grip loosening enough just to shift your fingers through his, “I don’t care how important it might be. It’s not as as important as this. As you.”

“Oh.” Jacob clears his throat, “Oh, well, uh… Ditto…?” Jacob laughs, and buries his head in your chest, “Oh god. I’m not good at coming up with romantic lines.”

“Mm, guess I just need to pick up the pace for both of us, then.” You nudge his head away, “And Jacob? You still haven’t kissed me yet.”

At least those angry businessmen in holiday movies always end happy. Perhaps… it’s not so bad to be one of those, after all, then.

Lucy: There are many things to expect when you come home for the holidays. Lights, sure, maybe even some candles or a tree or candycane-themed decorations or perhaps anything that glows brightly and has some sort of festive spirit about you. Normally, though, these decorations are set up on the walls or inside the house.

Normally you do not walk into your home to find Lucy struggling against a string of fake holly leaves, half pulled up along the walls and the other half somehow wrapped around the majority of her arms, neck, and torso.

“What the-?”

“Oh- you’re back!” Her head pops up towards you, only to be jerked back once more from where her long hair has gotten wrapped up in the fake leaves. “Would you, uh, mind helpin’ me out? I was trying to get these untangled but I was ‘fraid I would break them if I just tugged so I was trying to be gentle but…”

“Didn’t work according to plan?”

“You could say that.” She shrugs, then swings her arms out to the side- or about as much as she can, what with them currently occupied by the vine. “But, hey! Least I’m getting into the holiday spirit, y’know?”

You stifle a laugh as you walk over to her, examining the twisted tangles of the string, “Yeah, and from the looks of it the hard part is going to be getting you out of it… How did you even manage this?”

“Determination and perseverance, mostly.” Lucy waits patiently… Or at least what her version of patiently is, with a constantly tapping forth, occasional shifting of the feet, and overall shuffling around making it considerably more difficult for your to find the key to freeing your girlfriend from this predicament she’s gotten herself into.

It’s insane. The loops and twists and tangles remind you of the kind of rollercoaster torture device a B-movie horror film’s villain would use to try and kill off the protagonists. There’s just no way to get it undone. “I think we have to break it.”

Lucy’s expression shatters. “You sure?”

“I mean, unless you want to spend the rest of your life as a holiday lamppost… then, yeah, I think we have to cut this off of you… got any scissors?”

“In the box.” She nudges her head- perhaps the most mobile thing about her- towards a pile of holiday ornaments and decorations- most of which are covered with several layers of dust and you think that snowman is missing one of his button eyes. There’s so much here- handmade decorations, store-bought, some of them even still have the price tags attached. Somewhere in the jungle of festivities you find the scissors and return to Lucy.

You set to work freeing her from the twist of the light-vines. “What’s all this for, anyway?”

“Ah, y’know…” Lucy shrugs, “I though it’d be fun.”

“Cutting you out of fake leaves is supposed to be fun?”

She rolls her eyes, “Not this part. But… Well…” You snip the last cord, and the leaves fall away- or those that don’t are quickly tossed aside by Lucy as she steps away from the offending vine, giving it one last dirty look. “I mean, I just thought that it’d be fun to have a… normal-ish holiday. With everything else that’s constantly going on and how we’re both always bouncing from thing to thing I thought it might be… nice to take it slow?”

You can barely believe what you’re hearing. “Wait- you’re telling me that Lucille Pinchette wants to take something slow?”

Lucy laughs and runs a hand through her hair, “I mean- Maybe? I dunno, not really slow-slow in all that weird… gather round the tree and sing cult-songs kinda slow, but just…” She sighs, then Lucy steps forward and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you closer to her. “I wanted to spend some time, just the two of us, and the holidays seemed like a good excuse. So I guess I had to commit to the excuse.”

“You don’t need an excuse just to spend time together, Lucy.”

“I know,” She grins, “But I thought- ‘hey? Why not make it special? That’d be neat!’“

“It’s always spec-”

“Oh!” And then you’re perfectly romantic, beautiful, planned declaration was unceremoniously interrupted as Lucy releases you, sprinting towards the haphazard pile and digging through the holiday decorations with the kind of intense fervor only Lucy can manage to pull off, “Hold that thought!”

Lucy digs through the box, “Uh, Lucy?” she seems wholly intent on unearthing whatever it is she’s set out for- “Lucy…?” entirely having forgotten you in the process. Luckily, her distraction doesn’t last for two long, and soon Lucy shoots to her feet, presenting something proudly between her fingers with a loud,

“Aha!”

She marches up to you, hands folded carefully behind her back. “You know, the decorations might not have worked so well, but I think I have a good way to make this special either way…”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” You cross your arms Lucy’s confident grin growing as she strides towards you, her hands detangle, and she holds up something right above your head. You glance upwards- and between Lucy’s pinched fingertips is a small branch of fake mistletoe. “You bought… mistletoe?”

“Yeah! Make it special, right?” Lucy grins coyly, “‘Sides, now you gotta kiss me. No backing out of it.”

“Who ever said I was gonna back out of it?” You loops your arms around the back of her neck.

“Mmm, call it… insurance?” Lucy’s free arm settles back into place against the small of your back, the mistletoe slowly drifting downwards as she seems to forget that she’s holding it, leaning in towards you. You can feel her breath against your face- she smells like peppermint and other holiday store smells.

And of course to complete the moment Lucy’s phone starts ringing in her pocket. The bright and cheery tune shattering whatever romance had built up somewhere between de-tangling her and retrieving the mistletoe. Lucy groans, her eyes dancing up as she clutches the mistletoe with a closed fist. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me…” Your left with a sudden chill where her hand once was, eyeing it almost longingly as she fishes the phone from her pocket and checks the name of the rude interruptor.

“Who is it?” You don’t yet release her neck from the loop of your arms, reluctant to let ago once more.

“It’s… my boss.” Lucy sighs, “Probably a battle just ended and they need more people ASAP.”

“Oh…” Your fingers start to untangle, “Then I guess… you should go…?” Sliding off of her neck to her shoulders.

Lucy’s eyes flicker from the phone to you and back to the phone- that merry jingle playing once more on repeat, her lips pursed and her eyebrows scrunched together. She tosses the phone onto the couch, reaching up and grabbing your hands in her own, “You know what? Nah. Today’s the start of the holidays and I might not be able to make that very special but…” She smiles at you, “I guess everyday is special when it’s with you, eh?” Lucy blinks once, twice, then sighs defeatedly, “Wow, shit, that was… bad. Even for me that was really, really bad.”

“Yeah, it was.” You speak through a series of laughs, “But you know what? Had you not gone to get the mistletoe, I would’ve said the exact same thing.”

Lucy barks out one bright laugh as well, “Ha! You’re as bad as I am.”

“We make a good team for bad pickup lines.” Her phone finally stops ringing, her boss apparently giving up, “And failed attempts at romantic moments, apparently.”

“Now that,” Lucy’s grin is wide and lopsided, one eyebrow raised with it making her entire face look a little crooked, “We do.” She leans forward, pressing her cheek to yours, “And it’s absolutely perfect.”

Yolanda: You never really thought you’d start to get used to things like champagne, diamonds, and the kind of extravagant ball gowns a princess would consider a pipe-dream. But then again you never really thought you’d start dating Yolanda Waltz of all people.

Life is full of surprises.

You stand, shuffled off to the corner like with most events, with the only people who really ever approach you being those who either know why it is you’re here, at Chat Blanc’s exclusive holiday party, and think that they can somehow weasel some of Yolanda’s dirty little secrets out of her girlfriend… Or those who think you’re probably a part of the staff and want to be directed to where the bar is. Or ask you for a plate of some kind of food whose name you couldn’t even dream of pronouncing.

You had hoped to spend more time with Yolanda during the holiday but… Well, duty calls. “Oh, darling,” She’d said in that melancholic, sweet voice of hers one hand trailing down your cheek, “What I’d give to spend a quiet holiday with you… I promise- once this dreary routine is done we’ll have the rest of the weekend all to ourselves. Just you and me- no parties, no press, just us.”

‘Just us’…

Well, you hope so, at least. Because right now this is about as far from ‘Just us’ as the Earth is from the other side of the galaxy. Speaking of which, is just about how far away Yolanda seems to be from you right now.

You can still see her, it’s always hard to miss Yolanda in the crowd with the way her mere presence seems to dwarf them- and her height helps too, of course- but she’s on the other side of the room. A room filled to the brim, as per usual, with people in a myriad of expensively tailored suits and gowns. Granted, there’s less here today than normal- and you’d heard that the holiday party was even more exclusive than usual…

Can something get more exclusive than Chat Blanc to begin with? Apparently. But Nickelport’s vast and star-studded population more than makes up for the lack of invitations. Filling and perhaps even overfilling the room even with a third of the usual cat-cards sent around.

Which of course means that there’s about a hundred or two people between you and Yolanda. And the promise of ‘just us’ has taken to the sidelines along with you.

At the food is good and the alcohol is free. You turn the drink around in your hand- brightly colored as per usual, only now it’s a swirling mixture of green and red. All of the drinks around you have different holiday colors- blue and silver, red and green, black, red, and green, and many others. You hold it up to the light, peering at the small bubbles that drift between the drink-

“Enjoying the refreshments, darling?” And jump, nearly spilling the decorative liquid all over yourself. The corner of Yolanda’s lips twitch upward. But she still manages to keep that calm, serene face she wears during all of her parties. “Though I can confidently assure you that they taste much better than they look.”

“You’re here.”

Somehow, though, you’re rather blatant exclamation almost makes her break face. “Indeed I am.”

You can feel the heat rising to your face, “Right, yes, what I mean is- uh, why are you here?”

“Well, if you are referring to the party, I am the hostess. It would rather… improper for me not to show.” Her hand rises to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, “However, if you’re asking why I’m here speaking to you, well… I’m surprised you have to ask. I would think it obvious that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

You almost allow yourself to melt into her gentle touch- and boy do you wish you could. But the piercing glares of Yolanda’s scorned guests keep your nerves buzzing too much for that to happen. “Yeah, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s where you should be.” You jerk your head away from her hand, nodding towards the whispering mass. Yolanda doesn’t bat an eye.

“I beg to differ.” Her fingers fall to your wrist, slipping her hand into yours she leans forward until her breath brushes against your ear- and in a low whisper, “Come with me.”

“But the-”

“They can wait.” You feel her smile stretch against your cheek, “I’d rather spend my time with someone more important.”

“Don’t tell them that,” You laugh, “I mean, geez, say that anyone is more important than them and half the egos here will probably implode.”

“If that what it takes to steal a moment with you then I would gladly announce it to the world.” Yolanda tugs on your wrist, already guiding you towards the door, “Now, come with me.”

The crowd parts as she walks. Yolanda doesn’t even have to extend an arm or speak up- it’s as if they sense some aura radiating off of her, pushing them carefully aside and leaving a wave of eyes trailing against your back. Some curious, some envious, and a few with almost angry stares. But none dare to step into her path as she guides you towards the door and into a dark hall.

You hear the door close behind you and then he world is shrouded in dark, “Yolanda?”

You’re answered by the flick of a switch, and suddenly the room is alight with starlight. No- not starlight, just a series of tiny light bulbs imbedded into the ceiling, the walls, there are even a few lighting up the floor beneath you- surrounding you in a pale, romantic glow that makes it feel as if you’re standing in the center of a wintry night sky, surrounded by a pearl necklace of stars. And there she is. Next to you, her hand resting on your hip, enthralled not by the glittering galaxy around you but by the surprise and delight on your face.

“How did- Why did- What-” Your mouth fails to make proper sentences… Granted, your brain is struggling with making them up right now as well.

“I promised you that you’d have me all to yourself after all is said and done,” Yolanda takes your hands, stepping in front you with concern warping her expression, “I must ask you to wait a little bit longer for me to truly keep up that promise but…” She steeles herself, chin raised defiantly, “I am still a woman of my word, and so I suppose I had… Well, I wanted to do something to show you that I had not forgotten our promise.”

“Well, this is one hell of a something.” You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning if you tried, “Yolanda this is- I don’t- I don’t even know how to say how amazing this is! I could kiss you for this.”

“I’d be honored… However there is one missing piece before you do that.” Yolanda gives your hands a squeeze, and then slips away quietly. She steps towards the door, producing something hidden by her hands that she hangs above the door frame. You trail after her quietly, trying to peak past Yolanda’s shoulders to see what it is she’s doing. But a coy smile and quiet ‘Not yet’ brush you back until she’s finished with… whatever it is she’s doing. Yolanda steps away moments later and there, dangling among these faux-stars is…

“Mistletoe?” The waxy green leaves catch and reflect the glittering light, and the tiny white berries almost blend in among its dazzling brethren.

“As grand as all this is I figured some… festive spirit might also be appreciated.” She takes your hands once more, “And as you know, I’m quite the stickler for tradition.”

“Hey, if this is tradition then I’m not about to complain.” Yolanda pulls you forward, her face comes closer to yours, your eyes flutter close until even the stars fade and you’re just left with-

The sound of a door slamming open and a surprised, meek squeak of, “Miss Wa-ah, oh, uh, um….”

You hear Yolanda sigh- her breath brushing against your cheek, the sweet smell of apple and lime drifting around you- so close, but so far. “Yes? What is it?” Yolanda leans back as your eyes reluctantly open. A shy and nervous waiter in the Chat Blanc uniform shuffles around in the doorway- the bright orange light of the ballroom washing away a few of the stars.

“Oh, well, I-I um,” They swallow nervously, “People were, uh, asking for you, s-so I came to see if if- uh… You were available, but…” Their eyes flicker over to you. “I can, uh, tell others that you’re otherwise… oc-occupied.”

“No, no. I shouldn’t be gone for too long.” Yolanda’s fingers slip away, she brushes out her dress and squares her shoulders, “Tell them I’ll be right there.”

“Yes ma’am!” The waiter seems all too eager to scurry away.

Yolanda turns to you once more, her calm façade breaking momentarily into a conflicted mix of regret and disappointment. “Soon, it will be just us, my darling.”

“Just us.”You repeat.

“Just us.” She presses a hand to your cheek, “Wait for me, and I will see you soon.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You smile. “Just don’t be too long.”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” She presses a kiss to your cheek, and then Yolanda slips away- casting you one last longing glance before the door closes and you’re left among the stars.

Eileen: You woke up to the smell of countless sweet goods floating through the room. Apples and chocolate danced around the ceiling while raspberry smells and cinnamon scents quietly wandered below. Delicately dancing among all these was a blueberry perfume and all were, of course, warm and inviting. So warm and inviting, in fact, that you could already feel your eyelids closing, those sweet odors lulling you back into a dream filled of cream puffs and pies. But the sunlight was already poking its thin yellow tendrils through the gap in the curtains, filling the room with a pale winter light. More than that you know that if the house smells like this then it must mean that Eileen’s been up for quite a while.

So you drag your feet from the bed and onto the soft carpet that squishes down beneath you. Slipping on a jacket but forgoing the clothes that would mean you’d really have to wake up you follow the trail of delicious smells down out the room, down the hall, and to the kitchen.

Eileen buzzes about, fluttering from stove-top to oven to counter with her hands shoved into mitts two sizes too big. She places one still-steaming pie next to another, which lies next to a tray of brownies, which is next to a platter of cookies which is… How much did she make? And how long has she been up?

“You know, I don’t think the apocalypse is starting anytime soon- isn’t it a little early to start stockpiling food?” You jest but you’re met with no reaction. In fact, Eileen seems not to hear you at all. Already going at a chocolate-chip laced batter with a whisk and the kind of ferocity that you can normally only find in the destructive aftermath of hero-villain battles on the street. “Eileen?”

You walk around to her side, but she still doesn’t see you- her green eyes zeroed in intently on the batter in her hands. In fact, there’s a bit of a purple bruise from lack-of-sleep underneath them, her red hair seems frayed and messy, with fly-away strands floating about her face- she looks paler than usual, too, the few freckles on her cheeks seem more pronounced now then before. “Eileen, are you alright?” You reach out- but when your fingers brush her arm she screams in surprise, jumping back and letting bowl and batter clatter to the floor, chocolate-chip dough scattering over the tile.

“It’s you!” She squeaks out, then grows red with embarrassment and clears her throat, “Sorry- I-I mean, it’s you. You… you scared me.” One hand presses to the space above her heart to emphasize this.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… but I called out.”

“You-you did?”

“Several times.”

“Oh… dear…” Eileen sighs, and looks forlornly at the batter on the floor. Her lower lip quivers as gloved hands squeeze together, the fabric warping and stretching over her knuckles. “I’m sorry- I guess I got so lost that I… I’m sorry.”

You step around the mess, gingerly resting your hand on her shoulder- Eileen’s head snaps up to you, but she doesn’t jump away this time. “Eileen, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Ah… It’s nothing, really.” She carefully, slowly, removes the gloves from her hands, smoothing down her shirt and fidgeting with her hair, tucking it behind her ear and then twisting it undone between her fingers. “I just- Well- I got to thinking about how this is our first holiday together- really together, I mean. And I- well, I was trying to think of some way to celebrate it and I couldn’t really think of anything so then I thought I’d bake you something special but then it wasn’t special enough so I had to try again, and again, and again, and…” She waves a hand towards the sweet-feast slowly piling up on the counter, “You can see how well that worked out.”

“You made all this… for me?”

She laughs, a nervous, tittering laugh, “I suppose it sounds rather silly when said aloud, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, Eileen.” You cup her face in your hands, and even with just that much she already seems so much more relaxed- leaning into your touch, a soft smile gracing her bright face. “You really didn’t have to do all of this- any of it really.”

“I know, I know… but… I wanted to.” She sets the gloves aside, gently removing your hands from her face, “You are… dearly important to me- and indescribably special. I just wanted to show you how much… but I guess I got a bit nervous that it couldn’t quite come up to my expectations.” She squeezes your hands, shrugging to herself, “But I should have expected that, really. Nothing I could make would ever really show just how much you mean to me- not really.”

“And nothing could ever be as sweet as you are.”

“You… You were waiting to use that line, weren’t you?”

You shrug with a grin, “Eh, maybe. Maybe not. We’ll never know.” Your eyes trail down the line of pies and cakes and cookies. Breathing in the mix of warm, familiar sugary scents. Your eyes inadvertently flutter closed, and when they open you glance at the ceiling- “Huh? When did that get there?”

“What is- oh.” Eileen laughs once more, “I got tired from baking, once, and ended up doing a little decorating, just some small things, like lights and wreaths and candles and-”

“Eileen, do you know what that is?” She follows your gaze upwards, eyebrows crinkling in confusion as her lower lip juts out in a pout.

“Hmm… no?”

“It’s mistletoe.”

Eileen’s head tilts to the side, mouth curving over the word slowly, “Mistle…toe…” Then a bright red flush takes over her cheeks as she tears her hands from yours, covering her mouth with a tiny, “Oh!”

“Hm? So you didn’t plan to get me under the mistletoe today?” You feign a wounded look, one hand over your chest as you sniff dramatically, “And here I thought you wanted to kiss me.”

“Shush, you.” Eileen lightly taps you on the arm. “So dramatic. I must have put that up there while decorating and not noticed but… I suppose now that it’s there we should kiss.”

“There’s simply no escaping it.” You agree, already moving your hands back to the sides of her face, pulling Eileen closer as her eyes close and you bend towards her. Surrounded by the sweet smells of the pies and the burning smell coming from the oven-

Both you and Eileen seem to realize that burning smell at the same time, she gasps and quickly tugs herself away, already slipping the gloves back on and whipping open the oven- which pours out black smoke. You back away, one hand to your nose, coughing, as Eileen pulls out a smoldering corpse of a cake, dropping it into the sink with a plunk and turning on the water faucet. You hurry to a window, throwing it open and watching the smoke trail out and dance up into the sky. You stick your head out of the window, taking a big gulp of air not-tainted by the smell of failed cake, and when you turn back around Eileen’s turned off the water, and the cake has become little more than a soggy, blackened mess.

“Well, now, that didn’t really work as planned.” You loop an arm around her shoulders, which bounce lightly as she laughs.

“Oh, it’s no matter.” Eileen grins up at you, “I think we’ve got enough cakes for now, anyway.”

Informant: Sometimes it’s nice to have a quiet holiday. The day passes by lazily- but not in ‘dragging its feet’ kind of slow, instead, it’s much of a sunny-day lethargy, like lounging on the beach with the sun’s slow slither across the sky as your only telltale sign of time. Granted, it was neither sunny nor were you at the beach. The snow had piled up outside trapping you within the house, and the warmth came not from the hot sand and sky but instead from a warm fire’s glow tickling your feet, the cup of hot chocolate clutched between your fingers, and the slow and steady rise of the Informant’s chest as you cuddle up against him in front of the fireplace.

You’d had plans to go out today, do something nice and holiday-themed… but the snow put a quick and sure stop to that. It wasn’t safe to drive and there was no way in hell either of you were about to go trudging through hip-deep snow drifts with flurries attacking your face when you had a perfectly serviceable cocoa and fire here. It also gave you the excuse to snuggle up with the Informant, his arm draped around your side and a blanket covering the both of you as you marathon holiday movies, occasionally breaking up the ‘joy and peace to all’ with your own odd observations about how surreal some of those movies can get. Or creepy. Some are very, very creepy. You’re not sure they meant to be but they are.

The Informant’s hand runs idle circles over your shoulder, tracing unseen lines. You feel your eyes growing heavy, your yawn brings tears to your eyes and blurs the movie in front of you into a mess of green, white, and blue colors.

“Hey,” The Informant’s fingers stop running lines around your shoulder, squeezing it lightly instead, “How about we turn this off and turn in early? Sound good?”

“Mm, but it’s not late enough for sleep yet.” You shake your head, “I guess the chocolate’s just getting to me, I’ll be fine.”

“Oh yeah?” The Informant’s lips quirk upwards in a crooked smile, “Then how come you’re about to spill it all over yourself and the couch?”

“What?” You look down, and sure enough your hands hand been drifting to the side, with the hot chocolate dangerously lapping the edge of the cup. You right it quickly, leaning forward and placing it on the much safer coffee table instead of in your apparently unstable hands. “Okay… point. But it’s still too nice here to leave.” You flop back against the Informant.

“You just don’t wanna move.”

“Maybe,” Drawing out the letters in one long drawl, you pull the blanket around the two of you tighter.

“Are you gonna make me carry you back there?”

“Maybe.” You drawl once more, grinning up at him, “I mean, I wouldn’t complain if you did.”

“True, that’d be far too easy.” The Informant mulls, “Ah, I’ve got a better idea.”

“Now I’m scared.” And apparently rightly so, as the Informant wiggles his fingers threateningly, and dangerously close to your neck, you gasp. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Hey, last time you were the who tried to get me in a tickle fight… And we all know how that ended up, don’t we?” Your face goes red, and part of you berates yourself for it, but the memory flares up in the back of your mind.

“Yes, well, still.” Nice rebuttal, there.

The Informant chuckles, “Alright, Alright. No tickle fight… for now. Well, I guess that leaves me with just one option, then.” And suddenly his hands scoot underneath you and you’re hoisted high into the air. Instinctively you wrap your arms around his neck, yelping with surprise, but the Informant cradles you carefully- never letting you fall. He laughs despite your frown at him.

“At least warn me next time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The Informant carries you towards the bedroom, with your head pressed into the crook of his neck- he still smells like hot cocoa.

“Oh, wait.” You press a hand to his chest as the two of you pass under the doorframe.

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You point above his head, the Informant looks up and smiles.

“Right… the mistletoe.” He shakes his head, “I’d ask why you put that right there… but knowing you, I’d say that you planned for this exact situation.”

“Well I didn’t account for the snowstorm in my master plan,” You tap your chin thoughtfully, “But I’ve learned to accommodate sudden changes, and of course not much could stop my grand scheme.”

“Your grand scheme to get me to kiss you under the mistletoe?”

“It’s truly a very nefarious plan.” You twist your hands through the Informant’s hair.

“You’re practically a supervillain.” He holds you up a little closer.

“Do you really think so?” Your voice drops into a whisper.

“Absolutely dastardly.” He leans in closer.

A knock on the door resounds through the quiet of the apartment, rising over even the din of the TV’s quiet prattling. The Informant sighs, and you can’t help but feel that string of disappointment in your heart as well. Still, he takes it in good humor, smiling as he presses his forehead to yours, gently setting your feet back down on the ground, “Well, it looks like your plan’s been foiled either way.”

“Oh, no,” You shrug with a smile, “This is just a minor setback. I’m sure that my plan will come to fruition eventually.”

“Is that so?” Another knock at the door, The Informant squeezes your hand, already slipping away, “Then I look forward to seeing when that day comes.”

Ricky: You would’ve thought that, somehow, the holidays might make Ricky a little less… Well, a little less Ricky. Maybe he’d even smile at the happy-looking decor or the warm feeling of companionship that always comes with the holiday spirit or… or… or something. But no. No Ricky is still there, frowning over his papers from work, even though he technically has the day off, still a grouch as always.

Now that won’t do at all.

It’s the holidays! He doesn’t want to spend it doing something big and extravagant? Fine. But there’s no way in hell you’re going to let him just sit there and work through the holidays with that sour look on his face. You need to do something, anything to remedy this disastrous situation.

So you went out shopping. You may have shopped a bit too much. Because now you’re trying to stealthily maneuver around Ricky’s home-office by dragging too-heavy boxes around and stringing up holiday lights and decorations- you’ve dropped more than one thing, and you can tell by the curious, cautious glances that break up Ricky’s workaholic trance that he’s growing suspicious of everything you’re doing around the flat.

Still, somehow you manage to place the snowglobe on the table without shattering it and plug in the lights without the power going out, and Ricky is none the wiser. Still, the last touch is going to be the trickiest, it involves hanging something just above his door without Ricky catching wind of the surprise. You’ve left the space just outside carefully devoid of any holiday spirit to keep him in the dark up until now, and if you’re caught here then the entire surprise will be ruined. So you grab a step-stool, place it carefully outside the door, setting it down so very gently so that it doesn’t make a peep. You’re practically holding your breath as you step up on it, the last touch clenched in one hand as you lean over to-

“What are you doing?”

“Ricky!” You gasp, and in your shock the decoration slips from your hand, falling to the floor. You stumble off of the stool, arms waving out beside you until you catch yourself awkwardly on the wall, hands pressed against it with feet skewed unnaturally to prevent yourself from falling. “You, uh… Hi.”

Ricky’s eyebrows rise upward, but he doesn’t look all that surprised at your sudden display of a lack of coordination, just confused… Well, confused, that is, until he glances around the room, taking in the newly decorated walls adorned with multicolored lights, the tiny snow globes and candles and nutcrackers lining every flat surface you could find and the little paper snowflakes and stars strung up around the ceiling.

“Su-… Surprise?” You recover from your half-fall, smiling hopefully, “Uh… Too much?”

“Just a bit.” Ricky admits, “What did you do- buy out the whole department store?”

“They had some great sales.” You give a strained laugh, Ricky still says nothing. Your shoulders slump- there’s still no holiday joy or even a mere spark of happiness on his face, “Okay, yeah, it’s too much. I just-… You didn’t seem happy!”

“You did all this because I didn’t… seem happy?”

“Yes!” The disappointment begins to bubble up and boil into frustration, “I mean, come on, Ricky! It’s the holidays! And all you’ve done is sit in that office and work! And I get it, you’re a grouch who can’t find any joy in any of this stupid, silly stuff, but really? You won’t even come out of there and spend the holiday- I dunno, not working? This is supposed to be a time that you spend with the people you love and care about and I had hoped that maybe, just maybe we could spend a little time together but no- you’ve been locked up all day and I guess I just… I dunno, I thought maybe if a quiet holiday wasn’t going to work I had to be loud enough to actually get your attention.”

Ricky falls silent, he bends down and picks up the fallen decoration you failed to get up- “Is this…?”

“Mistletoe.” You sigh, “It was a stupid idea but I thought- I dunno, I thought that if I could get you outside I’d have this whole ‘Ta-dah! Look at everything here. Isn’t this great?’ and that the best way to start off the holidays would be with a kiss or something- Look, it’s cheesy. And it was a bad idea, obviously.”

Ricky presses his lips together in contemplation. Then, wordlessly, he steps over to the stepstool- “Ricky?”- righting it as he stands up and hangs the mistletoe above the door. “What are you-?” Ricky steps back down and places his finger to your lips.

“I’m sorry.” He starts, “You said you wanted this to be a grand surprise, right? I’m not the best actor, but…” Ricky steps back into his office, he leans back against the desk, and gestures outward with his hands, “Go ahead.”

“Oh.” You feel a grin spreading over your face, you clear your throat and knock on the side of the door, “Hey, Ricky?”

“Hm?” You can already see him fighting off a smirk- he really is a terrible actor when it comes to this.

“Come outside, I have something to show you.”

“Well, I suppose I could spare a moment.” Ricky pushes himself off of the desk. He feigns a look of surprise at the door- perhaps a bit too much surprise if you’re being critical. So you match it, and show a bit too much enthusiasm as you eagerly throw your arms out towards the gaudy decorations.

“What do you think?”

“I think it’s… absolutely garrish,” Ricky smirks at you, “But you put them up, and I suppose that makes them amazing, too.”

“Well, now, you could’ve been a bit nicer…” You shrug, “But I’ll take it.”

“You’re forgetting something.” Ricky nods to the mistletoe.

“And who’s to say I wasn’t just waiting for you?” You wind your arms around his neck.

“Happy holidays,” Ricky mumbles, pulling you close. He leans towards you then…

Then his office phone begins to ring. And you can feel Ricky grip the back of your shirt as an irritable sigh makes it way out from his lips. “I step away for one minute and-”

You laugh to hide the disappointment. “It’s fine. I get it. You’re ‘off work’ but you’re never really off work, right?”

Ricky shakes his head, he doesn’t even glance towards the phone, just cups your face in his hands. “No. It doesn’t matter. Not today.”

“But-”

“But nothing.” Ricky smirks, “You said it yourself, didn’t you? It’s the holidays. No work- not for today. Today is about you- today is for us.”

V: You would say that V really went all out for the holidays but that would imply that they don’t normally go all out for… Everything. V’s making scrambled eggs? V’s going all out. V’s throwing a party? V’s going all out. V’s celebrating the holidays? V’s going all out. And by all out you mean that you woke up nearly suffocating under a pile of presents wrapped in thousands of different brightly colored patterns each of which hurt your eyes in a new and interesting way. Once you manage to stumble out of the swamp of wrapping paper and bows you find yourself lost in a jungle of holiday decorations- a candy-cane forest maze with the way you think you’re supposed to take lighted by a series of dimly glowing candles.

“V?” You call out but to no response. Shrugging away any sane wonderings of how they could have set this all up without you having heard or just how long this took you follow the path of candles towards the living room.

And there’s the culprit themself, “Ah! Hello, love!” V stands surrounded by even more candles, a burning match in their hand as they light another- all of them are scented, you realize, as the almost overpowering stench of everything holiday- from pine to mint- overwhelms your senses. “So glad you’re awake- what do you think?”

“I think I’m going to throw up.”

“Now, now, that’s no way to get into the holiday mood.” V saunters over to you, laying a hand against your back, “You’ll go numb to the feeling soon, darling, and then you’ll simply be left with that pleasant holiday smell.”

“V… why did you raid a candle store, again?”

“Can I not simply wish to wash you with the greatest holiday experience ever known to humankind?” V gasps innocently, “Oh, darling, I simply wished for you to have the grandest holiday season possible, so of course I couldn’t decide which was more fitting- dawn pine or candy-cane lane? Of course both have their own pros and cons but it was simply too difficult a decision so, of course, I remembered that the most integral part of any relationship is compromise- and therefore I bought both.”

“This is a fire hazard.” You glance around the room, “This is… absolutely a fire hazard.”

“Ah but that just makes it all the better!” V wraps you up in their arms, “Oh, did you open your gifts? I was so hoping you’d enjoy them. Of course if you don’t then I’ll gladly return what you don’t wish to have- that way I can simply find you something even better!”

You flash back to your previous struggling to emerge from that sea of presents, “I- uh- yeah, they’re great. Hey, V? You really… didn’t have to do all this. I would’ve been fine with a small holiday.”

“A small holiday?”

You push yourself away from them, “Yes. I was kind of hoping for it, actually, just you and me together. Doing something… not quite so crazy?”

“Ah…” V’s face drops in disappointment, but they recover quickly, “Well, then, no matter! I’m sure there’s some lovely restaurants we could peruse if you’d so wish, and besides- the greatest gift I could possibly bestow upon you is my own company so I suppose that will have to do for now.”

You snicker, and plant a kiss on their cheek, “I’d like that.”

“Well, then we simply must find the best possible restaurant- ah! But before we go, there’s one last surprise I have for you, dear.” V leans in close to your ear, and with a quiet, happy hum, tells you, “Look up.”

Cautiously, with the usual amount of dread that comes when V tells you they have a surprise, you glance upwards- “That’s… a lot of mistletoe.” The entire ceiling is covered with a layer of mistletoe- it almost looks like the plant is growing out of the ceiling itself. “This is even more of a fire hazard than I thought.”

“Well, now, I wanted to be sure that no matter where you went you’d be bound to kiss me.” V places a hand to their chest, that sly smile creeping across their face, “I suppose as it is now you’ll just have to keep kissing me for the time being. Not that that’s an unpleasant situation, I’m sure.”

“I know I’ve said it before but you really are insane, you know that, V?”

“I’ve something of a reputation to keep up at this point now, don’t I?” V pulls you close, their hand pressing against the small of your back, keeping you to them, “Now then, my love, would you perchance bestow upon me the honor of your kiss?”

“Well when you put it like that…” You lean forward- even V themself smells like the candles- peppermint and pine.

The doorbell rings, and sufficiently shatters the atmosphere. Both you and V pull back with a sour look at this interruption… but… Who is it? “Were we… expecting anyone?”

V frowns in thought, then they grin widely, “No but… ah! I think I’ve a keen idea of who it is.” They grab your shoulders, the bitterness washed from their face with a new grin of excitement, “Tell me, love, have you ever met my siblings?”

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