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vawilcox · 5 months

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**warning** this story contains a instance of being drugged by scum bags. Nothing worse happens, but it could still be traumatic for some readers. Please read with caution!

Dabi was casing out a hero stronghold that he had planned on attacking with the L.O.V. when his eyes roamed into you, shopping at the convenience store across the street. He froze. His heart stopped and he couldn't stop staring at you. The unscarred portion of his face turned as red as a tomato. She's sweet as candy. He thought to himself. Then his eyes continued to stalk you as you made your way out of the store. A passing tween cat called out to you and a vein popped on your forehead as you raised a fist and barked off his advance. Dabi grinned at this. And also sour. My little sour patch. Dabi lost all interest in his mission and followed you home. Making sure he wasn't seen.

The next few weeks went by like normal for you. Work. Sleep. Throw all the money into bills and do it all over again. You had no clue that directly across from your apartment window, the apartment facing yours had a hostile take over. A villain showed up and told them they were living there now and that they needed to keep the food coming and to leave him alone. The older couple complied in fear, but soon found the villain wasn't too bad. He spent his time sitting at the window looking in a telescope.

A few weeks more went by and things started to get a little weird. You'd come home to a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the front porch, or notice a new bag of your favorite candies in your jacket pocket on the way to work. One night you came home after a particularly bad day at work, having gotten in a fight with a co worker. Your favorite dinner was on the table, steaming hot. The dishes that had piled up were all washed and put away... the messy house was spotless... you were freaked out, but looked in ever inch of your home and found nothing missing and no one there.

You shrugged your shoulders, too exhausted and burnt out to care more. You ate the food and found it was made exactly how you prefer. You had no clue that Dabi was staring at you while you ate with a giddy smile.

When you went to work the next day the coworker you had a fight with was absent. You found out later that in the middle of the night some kind of accident happened and he was put in the hospital.

Life went on. Little sweet things kept coming and you just started to expect it. You were invited to a girls night out with some co workers and went along to have fun and unwind. Not realizing that your whole world was about to change.

Your two girlfriends didn't tell you that they were bringing dates. Feeling like a total loser of a fifth wheel, you decide to go off and sit alone. They were so wrapped up in their dates they didn't even notice your absence, you noticed bitterly.

You were so focused on your friends you didn't notice the shifty guys eyeing you from the doorway. You didn't notice the money they passed to the bartender nor the pill slipped into your drink. You just remember feeling something was off, in a daze being guided outside... the sound of a struggle and the arms guiding you change. The new ones radiated warmth and were rough, like they were scarred.

You woke up in your favorite pajamas in your own bed, a tray of your favorite breakfast was sitting on the table next to your bed, and a heavily scarred man sat beside your bed glaring at you with his hands steepled, clearly agitated and in deep contemplation.

After taking a quick look over your body you didn't feel anything was off, other than your head being a little muddled. "H-hi.. so um.. what are you doing in my bedroom? Ugh.. my house.. and uh.. why am I in my pj's and what's up with this breakfast?" You ask sheepishly.

"What why and how's huh? Not my planned first conversation but.. it's better than always imagining something that never happens, I suppose." The stranger muttered to himself. His voice gravely. His face and arms covered in scars and piercings. "Wish I could bring them back from the dead and punish them again for this conversation." You hear him mutter, barely audible. Your face paled. It sounded like he just mentioned killing people!

"Uh.... who do you want to bring back from the dead?" The second time in the last few minutes you've opened up your mouth, and the second time you sounded like a scared sheep in your own ears. You mentally curse yourself for sounding so weak. It's so uncharacteristic of you.

"Well, my little sour patch, what do you remember of last night?" He responds, you can tell by his tone he is in a pretty dark mood. You get huffy. What kind of jerk answers a question with another question!? You think to yourself irritabily But still... what do I remember about last night? Thinking back... your friends thoughtless betrayal of girls night... the weird feeling.. the strange creepy feeling of strange men guiding you out of the building... your face goes totally pale and you start to panic.. oh no... not that... don't tell me that last night I was.... then you remember the last part of your memory from last night. The sound of fighting! The hands touching you changed to ones that touched you gently. You remember feeling safe in those hands. They were warm and rough but you knew they were there to protect you. You look up to the stranger, meeting his gorgeous blue eyes briefly and pulling your gaze away, feeling that they'd draw you in and keep you forever if you didn't look away right away... your eyes fall to his rough, scarred hands... everything clicks. You look down to your pj's. To your favorite breakfast, made exactly how you like it. You think back to the flowers, the meals, the treats...

"It was all you... wasn't it?" You barely whisper. Looking up into those enchanting eyes one more time only to hear him whisper back: "Sure was, my sour patch. And I'll take care of you in house from now on. You're not going out of my sight ever again." He said this as a matter of fact, you knew he had some kind of hidden strength and that you had no way out. But somehow you knew he'd never hurt you.. you should have been scared. But you were flattered. "Th-thanks... eat breakfast with me?" You offer meekly. He smiles and nods and scoots up next to you and hand feeds you breakfast in bed.

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snwusberry · 3 days

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pairing: dad!seonghwa x mom!reader (black reader)

genre: fluff

warning(s): the word daddy is used but not for those reasons.

wc: 1.3k

reader's pov

i sit to the side watching thing one and thing two go at it with the cookie dough. no, they're not kneeding it or anything like that, they are busy tearing that shit up, smacking on it trying to make it look like they're 'rolling' it. at that time they think i haven't noticed yet. i have! like father like daughter for real.

"at this point we won't have any cookie dough left to make these cookies for the bake sale." i say more to myself but loud enough for tweedledum and tweedledee to hear.

byeol's school organizes a bake sale for every grade as a fundraiser and it's the 2nd grader's turn tomorrow so we're busy making all the treats were going to sell at our stall and since they're literal babies, the parents need to be there so seonghwa and i both took an off day to be there for the bake sale. we spent the last 2 days making decorations for said stall and i still have glitter in my hair from when byeol got distracted and turned seonghwa and i into "fairies".

"right... byeol i told you to stop eating the cookie dough." seonghwa fake scolds the little girl who's mouth hangs open at the pure betrayal.

these two are like two peas in a pod. a truly unbreakable pair but lord are they a mess.

when seonghwa and i found out we were having a girl we were over the moon. he's always wanted a daughter so imagine his joy. me? i was just happy to be there, boy or girl i would've been happy with either.

he treats her like a precious, rare stone and spoils her rotten but don't let that fool you, she's still an extremely humble and well mannered girl.

"but daddy, it was you who kept eating!" she whines, defending herself looking absolutely adorable with her two missing front teeth.

i smile at the two of them and seonghwa starts rolling the dough looking mighty fine, might i add. his hair is pushed back with a squiggly headband and to top his whole outfit off he's wearing the frilly apron that my mother made for me as a housewarming gift.

the oven dings and byeol jumps to hand me the oven mitts. "thank you dear."

"you're welcome mommy." she smiles which is really contagious and makes me smile too. i get the cupcakes out of the oven and the little girl jumps up and down excitedly.

"be careful love, they're still hot." seonghwa warns her and she nods and takes a step back before jumping again. "what else is left?" seonghwa asks, cutting the dough into little heart shapes.

"icing for the cake pops."

"can i have one mommy?"

"you had way too much sugar today princess, it's 8pm now."

"mmh and you should be sleeping." seonghwa adds but the little girl pouts.

"how am i supposed to sleep when the house smells like candy wonderland?" her squeaky little voice gets louder at her question which makes seonghwa and i laugh.

"but you need to sleep now so you have enough energy for the bake sale tomorrow. then you'll have all the sugary stuff you want." seonghwa whispers amd her eyes light up and she runs to her room and again, we laugh at her little actions.

"let's go put her to bed." i say to seonghwa and i switch off the stove so we can follow the little girl to her room. she's already bathed and in her pj's, bonnet on and everything, so i don't have to worry about that.

we walk into the room and see her already in bed and seonghwa shakes his head.

"what happened to brushing your teeth princess?" he questions and she springs out of bed and runs to the bathroom to brush her teeth and seonghwa smiles shaking his head at her antics. "she's still on a sugar rush. she's not falling asleep anytime soon."

"mmh, 'come lick the spoon princess, here's a cookie, help me roll the dough.' sound familiar?" i recite his own words to him and he raises his hands in surrender. that's what i thought.

"she gave me those eyes." he tries to defend himself and honestly, i get it. it's almost impossible to say no to her when she starts looking all 'sad'.

sad in quotations because, let's be real, she knows what she's doing.

"learn to say no."

"have you?" he questions in an accusatory tone and i accept defeat. granted, i can say no to her, it's just difficult to. seonghwa on the other hand?

i'm saying all of this, he's really good with parenting and discipline, it's just those moments, like these, when he's like, 'fuck it, let her have some of this and that and this too maybe.' she's a kid, let her enjoy.

she comes running back into the room and i look at my husband who's shooting me a look too. there's no way she's falling asleep now.

"maybe we should let her run it off a bit before bed?" i suggest to him and he sighs with a nod and byeol looks between us confused. seonghwa nods and we turn to the little girl.

"what's with you two?" she asks us and i smile down at her.

"byeol, i think we should run before your father catches us." i tell her with a fake tone of fear and she smiles widely. she loves this.

"let's go mommy." she grabs my hand and gets out of bed so we can start running with seonghwa chasing behind us talking about some, 'don't let me catch you'.

the house is filled with her laughter and little shrieks everytime she turns back and seonghwa is near. when she starts slowing down that's when we know she's done for the day.

"okay my baby, let's get you to bed, yes?" seonghwa says, picking her up but her stubborn ass protests.

"but i'm not tired yet." she yawns literally as she says that.

"case closed. let's go."

we both go to her room and seonghwa lays her on her bed, letting her go under the covers. it's routine for both of us to tuck her in whenever we can otherwise she'll be restless.

"what do you want tonight, story or song?" i ask her and she pretends to think for a bit. she usually prefers a song so she's most likely gonna choose that.

"song! but mommy please don't sing this time?" she tells me, blocking her ears and i gasp. excuse me kid??

"i'll have you know, i was very blessed with some killer vocals. you just don't get it." both of them give me the same unimpressed look. literally the same, she's a photocopy of her father. i honestly feel like it's unfair but that's a story for another day. "okay let's have daddy sing, i know who your favorite is."

"you're both my favorites!" she yells, pulling us both to her and we laugh and wrap her into a group hug.

"okay my angel, let me sing you a song okay?" seonghwa says and she nods, laying down completely and hw starts singing. i start patting her as his voice soothes her to sleep and i smile, feeling completely content in this moment. it's just me, my husband and my daughter and there's nothing and no one else that exists to me.

we hear a little snore and that's our confirmation that she's sound asleep. she really doesn't take time. we take turns giving her a kiss on the cheek before quietly exiting the room and going back to the kitchen to finish baking.

"baby?" seonghwa calls me and i hum. "don't you want another?" he asks and looks up from the pot and i glare at him, pointing a roller pin at him.

i can tell he's joking by his tone because he knows good and well that neither of us want another. in this economy? absolutely not.

"point taken."

we laugh and we continue baking for this bake sale we're both dreading.

#seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa imagines #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa fluff #seonghwa fluff #park seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa scenarios #ateez scenarios #ateez x black reader #ateez fluff

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requiem4adrm · 1 year

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Hey! I'm not sure of your rules, so pls disregard this if it goes against what you write, but could you write both Leon and Luis (separately) comforting a reader who used to self harm? Again, I completely understand if you're against writing that. Have a lovely day!

I hope your day was lovely as well! Thank you for this request, and I hope it meets your expectations!

WARNING: This post involves mentions of self-harm and suicidal thoughts so if you are sensitive to this DO NOT READ!

Leon Kennedy + Luis Serra x f! reader (past self-harm)

Leon:

You had been going out with Leon for a couple months now. He was basically the man of your dreams. Although you had spent such a long time together, you had never wanted to have sex or even show a lot of skin to him. He didn't mind this, he knew that when you were ready you would share these things with them, and never pressured you into anything.

Eventually, you finally caved and decided to try and be comfortable around him. You had invited him over and had decided to wear a short sleeve shirt and some pj shorts. You were feeling confident and courageous for deciding to trust him with this.

This was until you caught a glimpse in the mirror and saw all the faded scars that littered your skin. Your cheeks turned red and tears welled up in your eyes from the shame and embarrassment you felt.

"How could anyone love someone as messed up as this?" You thought to yourself.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you just stared at the broken skin, so distracted that you didn't hear Leon announce his presence.

He found you standing in front of the mirror crying, his eyes softening at the sight of your skin and the tears rolling down your face.

"Baby? What's wrong?", he said as he walked over to you.

"Go away Leon, you shouldn't see me like this." You sobbed to him.

"I'm not going anywhere, pretty girl, until I know what's got you so upset."

You turned to him and looked him in the eyes. His face was full of worry and concern, which only made you feel worse.

"This was supposed to be a good thing for me, Leon. I wanted to try and be more comfortable around you because even though you've told me not to rush anything, I wanted to prove to myself that I could stop covering up around you," You paused to catch your breath.

"But as soon as I saw myself it was like all the horrible thoughts came back to me. I was so close Leon. I feel so ugly, and ashamed, and-and I don't know what to do anymore." You wiped at your eyes to stop the tears but they just kept pouring the more you talked.

Leon was quiet as you spoke. Sadness casting over him at the sight of you sobbing your heart out.

"Can I hold you, pretty girl?" He asked gently. You shook your head yes and scrambled into his arms, where he wrapped you tight and rocked you back and forth.

"I want you to listen to me, baby, ok?" You nodded your head into his chest in reply.

"I want you to know how proud I am of you for trying for me. You are the bravest, most beautiful person I have ever met. I want you to know that I love every single piece of you, including the broken ones, and that my love will never change." You sniffled softly into his chest.

He gently grabbed your wrist and brought it to his face, giving each scar a feather-light kiss.

"I want you to know that your scars don't define you, that they just prove that you survived the darkest time in your life. Look at me, baby." You brought your eyes to his face.

He let go of you and began lifting up his shirt, showing you his torso littered with scars from countless missions and near-death encounters.

"Our scars tell a story. Different stories, but they both have the same ending; we won and survived. They show that we are strong and brave. I hope you believe me, and if you still aren't ready I'm not going to push you to do this for me. I love you either way." With that, he left a soft kiss on your forehead and wrapped his arms around you again.

You just couldn't understand how you found the most kind-hearted, beautiful soul to ever exist, and how he chose to give you his love.

"I love you so much, Leon." You whispered to him, feeling his arms go tighter around you in response. You both spent the rest of the night holding each other, finally at peace and basking in each other's love.

Luis:

You had been home with Luis when you decided to take a shower. He was taking a nap on the couch so you figured it would be the perfect time to wash up. You washed quickly, not wanting to wake him. 10 minutes later, you were stepping out and wrapping yourself in a towel. You made your way to his bedroom and began to dry off. You had just finished putting on your bra when the bedroom door swung upon.

You froze at the sound, eyes locked onto the doorway where Luis stood, mouth agape and eyes wide.

"I-I'm so sorry I didn't know you were in here!" He stuttered out.

Your heart began to race, your mind going a million miles an hour. You had wanted to show him your scars on your own terms, but now your secret was out forever. Your eyes watered slightly as you began to sniffle.

Luis noticed the change immediately and went from embarrassed to concerned in a second.

"Cariña, please don't cry. Come here." He grabbed the throw blanket from off the bed and wrapped you in it to help cover you up. You sank into his warm arms almost instantaneously; your anxiety lessening in his embrace.

"I've known the whole time, mi amor." He spoke softly.

"W-what? How-"

"When you sleep you tend to remove your clothes if you're too hot..."

You two sat in silence when all of a sudden you began to giggle. Luis followed suit and began to chuckle until the both of you were laughing.

"I can't believe this... I thought you never knew, and I was waiting to show you." You looked into his eyes as he smiled and brushed your hair behind your ear.

"I didn't want to tell you I found out, because I knew you would come to me when you were ready."

Your eyes watered again at what he told you. You couldn't possibly understand how there was anyone as kind and beautiful as Luis.

"I wanted to show you so bad, but I was so afraid you'd be disgusted with me." Luis's arms wrapped tighter around you at the thought of you being afraid to show him your deepest secret.

"I could never be disgusted with you, mi amor. To me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. How could I ever be disgusted with the one thing I love most in this world?" He placed his palm on your cheek, his thumb rubbing gently on your face.

Tears slowly made their way down your face; you were so overjoyed, and feeling so loved by him that you didn't know what to do.

"I love you so much, Luis Serra. I don't think I'll ever feel as much love for another person as I do for you."

With that, he smiled and laid his forehead against yours, the both of you closing your eyes and just enjoying the moment. That night was the night you knew Luis Serra would be your husband for the rest of your life.

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Hey yall! Hope you enjoyed this. I kinda took two different approaches to it and I wish I could've done better but I kinda ran out of steam when writing about Luis lol. I felt like I just rushed it a bit but oh well. Anyways, you guys have an amazing night/day whateva, and if u have a request plz submit it. I love seeing requests :3

#leon x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon #re4 luis #luis serra x reader #resident evil #luis serra #resident evil 4

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Fifty-nine Days | Dylan Lenivy

*•.¸♡Request : No

*•.¸♡Prompt : none

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : minor plot changes, reader is shorter than 6'0ft, slight angst, loys of fluff, cute Dylan, sexual implications, smut (comes in later), sex in a public place (no one sees), fingering (F receiving), hand job (M receiving), oral (F receiving), praise, Dylan and Reader are switches, cocky Dylan

*•.¸♡Paring : Dylan Lenivy x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 59 days. It takes Dyaln Lenvi 59 days to fall for you and one moment to turn it to hell

*•.¸♡words : 5.4k words

*•.¸♡A/N : I did not expect this to turn out this long, but holy crap am I proud of it

*•.¸♡A/N 2 : I wrote Dylan as Bisexual, I don't know if he's Bi and only liked Ryan at camp or he is just gay, but I spent a VERY long time writing this and really don't want to change it so my apologies

❁ Day One; Meet Cute

Going to a summer camp to be a swimming coach and supervisor of kids and young teens was something different, and different is exciting but you couldn't help but feel nervous about walking to Mr H's office to confirm your attendance

Mr H was welcoming and made you feel comfortable until another camper came bursting in announcing the radio was continuing to 'shout' at him

"Mr H, the radio is shouting still," Dylan announced swinging the door open. "I have- Whoa." Dylan stopped realising he had interrupted a meeting.

"Ah hey Dylan," Mr H smiled, slightly shocked at his sudden entrance. Your heart pounded as if you were in the wrong for being in the office. "Dylan this is the new counsellor, Y/N." You waved slightly, the thumping still pounding in your chest.

"My bad," Dylan chuckled, smiling uncomfortably. "Hi there Y/N."

"Hi Dylan," You smiled, slightly intimidated by how tall he was.

"Just one sec," Mr H apologized. You nodded, looking away awkwardly. "Now what's the problem, Dylan?"

"The radio gear is making weird noises and I can't get it to work, like, at all," Dylan explained rocking on the balls of his feet.

"I can take a look," You said suddenly making the two look at you. "I uh, I majored in IT and robotics, working some radio gear out wouldn't be too hard." Dylan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Only uh, if you- if that's y'know, okay."

"All up to you Y/N, it would give me some time to go over some more paperwork," Mr H nodded, taking a seat at his desk. "Dylan?"

"God please," Dylan joked and you couldn't help but laugh.

Dylan led you from Mr H's office and across to the radio shack. You took a seat at the radio gear and a teasing smile took over your face. "Hey Dylan, have you used a radio before?" You asked looking over your shoulder.

"Is that a trick question?" Dylan asked, watching your fingers tap at the desk. You motioned him over and he stood behind the chair resting a hand on the desk and back of the chair.

"This is a tuning knob, it's the thing that chooses the radio frequency," You started and Dylan nodded listing to your explanation. "But it needs to connect to something like this speaker, yeah? The speaker that is making the cracking noises." Dylan nodded watching you tap the old speaker. "But your problem is the speaker is on, but the radio itself isn't." Dylan's jaw dropped as you flicked a switch on the side of the radio from 'off' to 'on', the green light switching on.

"You're fucking with me right?" Dylan cursed turning his head to look at you.

"No, I am not fucking with you," You smile.

❁ Day Two; Early Morning Chats

Spending your first night alone in the middle of the woods with spooky noises freaked you out far more than you appreciated

Taking a stroll to the lake at four am to skip rocks on the water you did not expect to see Dylan in Buggs bunny pj's come to the water to do the same thing

"Oh hey, hey Y/N, "Dylan mumbled awkwardly trying to cover the cartoon rabbit on his blue shirt.

"Hey Buggs," You joked, picking up another rock and throwing it watching it hit the dark sparkling water and found across the top three times.

"Wow, you're pretty good at that," Dylan commented, dropping his arms to his side and walking to stand by you. You mumbled a thank you before doing the same thing again. "So uh... what are you doing out here? Perving on the fish?"

You giggled, shaking your hand and passing Dylan a rock. "I was going more for the woodland creatures but I won't pass up a good opportunity," You quipped, watching Dylan toss the rock in his palm. "Creepy woods, couldn't sleep properly."

"Same, plus Jacob snores louder than an earthquake," Dylan commented, trying to balance the rock on the tip of his finger. "Do you know how to skip a rock?"

"Skim," You spoke up, tossing another.

"I thought it was skip?" Dylan asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Eh, well I've heard it both ways," You shrugged picking up another and skipping it.

"Ah, but no I've never skipped a rock," Dylan rock in his hand.

"Hand," You requested, holding yours out. Dylan rested his hand on top of yours watching you as you gently bent his fingers around the rock. His eyes moved up to watch your face but you caught him staring. "Focus."

"Yep," Dylan nodded looking back down at his hand curled around the rock.

"Your thumb supports it and creates the momentum and it will roll off your pointer making it spin," You explained, holding Dylan's waist and spinning Dylan's body to the side, his feet facing the water his torso spun to face you. "It will rest on your middle finger in the meantime. You just spin your body and flick your arm from the elbow, and hopefully, it will fling from your hand and bounce on the water."

Dylan nodded following your instructions. Spin the torso, flick from the elbow, spin off the finger and bounce on the water. "Ha, ha! Yeah!" Dylan yelled in victory as the rock bounced on the water before plopping into the water. You clapped as Dylan cheered. "See that, that was so cool!"

❁ Day Ten; Blushing Red

Dylan was simply trying to help a kid carve Emma and Jacob forever into the tree trunk instead he interrupts your swimming lessons and turns, for lack of a better word, as red as a tomato

This starts the kids teasing of the crush developing between you both

"Are you sure Mr Hackett won't be mad at us?" The young camper Gabby asked as she watched Dylan carve the final letters.

"I'm positive, plus even if he finds out, whose to say lover boy Jacob didn't do it?" Dylan joked before putting the swiss army knife back in his pocket. "Now go, I think Chef Nick is cooking up some cookies." Gabby laughed before rushing for a group of campers that were heading for the lodge.

Dylan turned, meaning to head back to the radio shack but he caught sight of a swimming lesson and figured to head over and tease you. "Dylan! Hi!" Another camper, Isaac, yelled, with an over-exaggerated wave.

"Hey champ, how's swimming?" Dylan asked, giving him a high five through the fence.

"So much fun, Y/N's an amazing teacher!"

"Isaac! You're up!" You yelled, waving the boy over. Dylan's sarcastic comment about you running all the fun at the sight of you in a red and black stripped bikini. And suddenly red is Dylan's favourite colour. "Hey, Dylan!"

"Uh- hey, hey Y/N," Dylan stuttered, already feeling the hot redness of a blush creeping up the back of his neck and over his cheeks, dusting them in light pink.

"Dylan's blushing!" A camper shouted and the others erupted in a fit of giggles and 'oohs'.

"All right, all right settle down!" You called, pulling the attention back to you, not that Dylan's ever left. "Half an hour splash around then we will continue with the rest of you guys's laps!" Immediately as the words left your mouth the kids rushed for the pool. "Be responsible, I will revoke your pool privileges if you act like idiots!"

You rolled your eyes and walked to the side gate, resting your hands against the brick wall it was built in. "Huh, you are red," You teased, tilting your head to watch Dylan's cheeks darken in colour.

"No, I uh, I mean-" Dylan stopped and took a breath, trying to look anywhere else than where the water decided to drip and roll down your skin. "I am going to stop talking now and go back to my shack."

"You know we could go to the river tonight, I could teach you, y'know a private lesson," You offered, watching Dylan's face go completely red.

"I can't tell if you're messing with me," Dylan mumbled, staring straight into your eyes. You laughed, and Dylan played with black cuffs on his writs.

"I'm messing with you, campfire's tonight," You smiled, ignoring the blush growing on your cheeks. "We'll just have to reschedule." You sent Dylan a playful wink before turning back to the campers.

❁ Day Twenty-five; Tension and Rain

Dylan isn't trying to be dramatic, but my god is he dramatic

Rain is moving inwards and Dylan is trying to get your attention. But you are very stubborn but Dylan will do whatever to get your attention.

"Not to be, like, dramatic or anything, but I think it's gonna storm," Dylan stated, nudging your shoulder. You groaned half asleep as you and Dylan lay in the grass as the others ate lunch. Dylan huffed, poking your shoulder, "Y/N." You brushed him, resting your hands behind your head. Dylan squinted and poked your shoulder again, "Y/N..."

"Dylan, I am trying to sleep," You mumbled grabbing your jumper and tossing it at his face.

"Number one, this jumper is soft as baby pandas, number two..," Dylan rolled on top of you, straddling your stomach, putting all his pressure on top of you. "Y/N listen to me!"

"Okay okay!" You gasped, pressing your hands to Dylan's torso. "I'm listing! Dylan! Jesus, Dylan Lenivy! Get off!" Dylan lifted himself by his elbows, taking the pressure off of your stomach. Your hands still pressed to his stomach, your chest heaving. "You're like skinny as shit, why are so heavy?" Dylan went to lower his elbows but you pushed him harder. "Dylan I swear to god!"

"Okay okay, I'm done," Dylan laughed pushing himself up and resting on his knees. "Now-" A raindrop hit your forehead, then another, and another.

"Shit!" You cursed, Dylan stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You grabbed your jumper with your free hand as it started to pour with rain. Dylan held your hand as you both sprinted for the radio shack. Dylan threw the door open and pulled you in, throwing the door closed behind him.

You shook your jumper out throwing it over your shoulders before plopping yourself in the office chair Dylan usually sat in. "Comfy?" Dylan questioned. You smiled and slid further into the chair. Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled the other chair in front of the radio equipment, holding down the Microphone button.

"Yo, yo, yo Hacketters, DJ Dylan here," Dylan started, and you giggled quietly to yourself. "Rain has moved over the quarry, so I'd move those butts inside and grab your stuff and head to the Hall. Just cause its raining doesn't mean we don't have fun stuff for you guys to do!" Dylan clicked the mic off and leaned back in his chair, spinning to look at you.

You sat on your phone, scrolling through your downloaded music.

"Hey quick Q," Dylan started, watching you spin in the office chair. You clicked on a song before resting your phone on the table, the music echoing around the small shack. "How did you get your phone back? Mr H was very strict about it."

"I didn't turn it in, and I bought portable charges so I am set," You explained, grabbing the armrest on Dylan's chair and stopping yourself from spinning anymore.

"You, Y/N L/N, are one sneaky and brilliant woman," Dylan smiled, grabbing your chair and pulling you closer, leaning his head on your shoulder, rubbing his face on your fluffy jumper.

"Why thank you, DJ Dylan," You laughed, brushing Dylan's hair back. "Are we staying in here forever or...?"

"I figured until the rain stops," Dylan mumbled finally lifting his head.

"Are we gonna talk about five minutes ago?" You asked, lifting your legs and resting them across Dylan's. Dylan hummed in confusion, resting his hands on your thighs. "You quite literally straddling me."

"I needed to get your attention," Dylan shrugged, tapping his fingers on your legs.

❁ Day Thirty-seven; Heart To Heart and Coming Out

Dylan grabbed a few cokes and snacks and you both sat in the tree house, watching the sun go down

You started to open up to each other, learning about each other

"Well hopefully I get into something with Quantum physics," Dylan admitted, his legs swinging on the edge.

"Quantum physics," You repeated taking a sip from the glass coke bottle. Dylan nodded turning away, fiddling with his watch. "What's quantum physics?"

"Physics but quantumy," Dylan shrugged sipping his cola. You waited for him to keep talking but he just kicked his feet.

"And..." You encouraged.

"And?"

You laughed, brushing your hair back. "And...What is it really? And why do you like it? What made you want to study it?"

"Oh, you're actually interested," Dylan said in shock, looking at you surprised. You nodded, bringing your legs up and crossing them waiting for Dylan to keep talking. "Well quantum physics allows for particles to be in two states at the same time. It's focusing on what makes things at their fundamental level, like their property and nature." Dylan paused and sipped on his coke again. "I know I'm not very sciencey, but I was kinda nervous when I first got her so the jokey sociable side came out."

"So you're a smarty pants who is hiding his intelligence by covering it with jokes and quips?" You questioned putting the empty coke bottle to the side.

"Uh, yeah basically," Dylan nodded, messing with his watch again.

"I mean, I get it," You nodded stretching your legs back out.

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked.

"Hiding what you're really like cuz your nervous... or scared," You explained, taking Dylan's coke and sipping from it.

"So what? You have a super-secret weird fetish or somethin'?" Dylan laughed, taking his coke back.

"Uh..."

"You don't have to tell me," Dylan offered, moving his hand to rest next to yours.

"No I want to," You nodded, moving your hand to sit on his. "You ever like someone and not been able to tell them because they wouldn't react the best?"

"Like they're already dating?"

"No..."

"Like... they're the same gender?" Dylan guessed again. You nodded softly and took the coke back. "Oh, yeah I get that." Dylan nodded, smiling softly. "Bi and ready to fly."

"You made that up," You sighed with a smile, finishing off the drink.

"Yes, but it was amazing wasn't it?" Dylan nudged your shoulder, smiling like a two-year-old that saw an ice cream truck.

"Sure, sure," You smiled nudging him back.

"So that's what you are? Bi?" Dylan asked in a serious tone.

"I don't really know, but I will say women are hot," You admitted, with a cocky smile.

"That is a very true statement, and men are very sexy," Dylan added, leaning back on his free hand.

"A-greed."

❁ Day Forty-six; Almost

Jacobs's plan to prank Nick goes horribly wrong, most likely pulling something in his ankle

So unfortunately you and Dylan are forced to make the campers lunch

Dylan groaned, sighing as he leaned on the counter. "Stop complaining, you'll be fine," You teased as you put together a sandwich.

"But it's so boring," Dylan continued to groan.

"I'm on the last couple of sandwiches, then we can take a break," You offered, looking up at Dylan. Dylan sighed and nodded walking over to you and standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. "You're hovering."

"So? I am going to continue to annoy you until you're finished," Dylan shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder, and pressing a hand to the counter you were working on. "Why couldn't Mr H just do this?"

"Jesus, Dylan, you are right next to my ear," You said flinching away. "You do not need to be so loud," Dylan mumbled a sorry, resting his hand on his hip. "Mr H won't do this because this is what we need to do as counsellors."

"No, this is what Nick is meant to do," Dylan complained much quieter this time, his breath fanning over your neck. You chuckled, putting the sandwich on a paper plate. "Okay you're done," Dylan said grabbing your hips and trying to tug you along. You gripped the counter stopping Dylan from pulling you away.

"Dylan I have two more to make," You sighed spinning around to face Dylan. He huffed, letting you go and resting both his hands on the counter. "Do you really want to leave these kids hungry?"

"No... but I would like to have the rest of my free time not doing Nick's job," Dylan pointed out.

"Well, it's not his fault Jacob's stupid prank went wrong," You reminded him, resting against the counter. Dylan rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you.

"Please, Y/N..." Dylan begged, pouting his lip out.

You held the side of his cheeks pulling his face up in line with yours. You couldn't help but let your eyes flick to his lips for a second. "No," You huffed, trying to turn back to the food.

Dylan grabbed your hips again, locking you back in place on the counter. The sudden spin made you clutch on Dylan's shirt to steady himself. Dylan looked across your face his eyes pausing on your lips this time, you couldn't help but stare at his as well. Dylan brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you close.

"Are you losers done in here?!" Kaitlyn yelled, throwing the doors open. Dylan pushed himself back and you spun around to the sandwiches you were supposed to be making. "Oh-" Dylan's face was bright red as he looked around the kitchen for something to distract himself with.

"Were, uh, almost done here," You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. Kaitlyn smiled, looking between you both.

"It's okay, I'll finish up with Dylan, Ryan needs help by the boat house cause you know... you are the swimmer," Kaitlyn explained with a sly smile. You nodded, sparing a glance at Dylan who was still red with embarrassment.

❁ Day Fifty-eight; Jealousy And Realisation

You and Ryan were cleaning up the boats after the double lesson for the final day you had with the kids

Dylan helps Kaitlyn find sticks and wood for the fire

Ryan helped you tug the final boat up the shore, you both exhausted from the campers. "God how do those kids have so much energy?" you joked, stretching your arms over your head. Ryan glanced up, watching your swimmers pull against you.

"I know, they're a little crazy," Ryan chuckled pulling his swimming trunks up a bit. "There's a few life savers in the water, if you can grab those ill stack the boats."

"Yeah, just be careful though, those things are heavy," You commented, making your way back to the water. You dove under the water from the boat ramp, tugging the lifesavers from the rocks they were tied.

You brought them back to the ramp, tossing them up. "Do you need some help?" Ryan teased, watching you try and pull yourself up.

"Don't be a dick," you said rolling your eyes. Ryan laughed and reached down, grabbing your hand and tugging you up. "Holy crap, you're strong." Ryan grabbed your waist to steady you, making sure you didn't fall.

Dylan walked from the radio shack, Kaitlyn walking next to him. "So have you talked to her?" Kaitlyn asked, picking up sticks for the camp's final bonfire.

"Who? Y/N?" Dylan asked, pulling along a large tree branch and a bundle of smaller sticks in the other.

"Uh, yeah, obviously," Kaitlyn nodded, wiping her hand on her pants. "You two seemed pretty close in the kitchen." Kaitlyn grabbed another branch, resting it between her arm and stomach.

"Well we weren't, there was nothing to be close about," Dylan sighed with a sarcastic tone. "Just drop it."

"Sorry, sorry," Kaitlyn apologised with a teasing smile. "Well, maybe you still have a chance- oh shit."

The two stopped. Dylan watches Ryan pull you from the water, grabbing you by the waist to steady you. Kaitlyn watched Dylan clench his jaw and fists, accidentally snapping the sticks. "If there wasn't a moment to be close, why are you having a moment of jealousy?" Kaitlyn pointed out.

Dylan lifted his free hand, raking it through his hair. "Oh fuck me," Dylan cursed, feeling his heart tighten and his stomach twist.

"Let's get these back to Mr H," Kaitlyn encouraged, tugging Dylan along.

"Um, I just wanted to say," Ryan started, handing you a towel as you both stepped into the boat house. "That um you're super funny and cool and you're super hot, or uh, pretty-"

"Ryan," You called, calming Ryan down. "While I accept the compliments entirely and agree with the campers that you are very attractive, I just don't see you that way." Ryan nodded with a small disappointed smile.

"Nah, Nah, I get it, but y'know, got to shoot my shot," Ryan nodded. "Plus I know you had something with Dylan."

"What?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows.

"I thought you and Dylan..." Ryan trailed off, hanging his towel around his shoulders

"No, no, I mean yeah he's super smart and funny, and he's pretty cute-" You cut yourself off, sighing at how oblivious you were. "Oh fuck me, I like Dylan."

"It took you that long to figure it out?" Ryan said, laughing softy.

❁ Day Fifty-nine; Truth Or Dare, Kiss Me

Dylan's plan of truth or dare ends up in a different direction than what he was hoping for, but you will never catch him complaining

Ps, this is where the smut comes in

The moon had fully risen lighting the camp in a cool white glow. Jacob had supplied the group with beer, and watermelon and Kaitlyn had a bag of Peanut butter butter pops. You squished between Dylan and Kaitlyn, wanting the quickest access to the beer and Kaitlyn was sharing the butter pops with you.

Dylan clapped his hands, clearly bored with the conversations everyone was having. “Okay! New idea. Party game!” Dylan declared, setting his beer down. Some people groaned not wanting to stop their discussions. “Come on, people, we might never see each other again after tonight! Let’s make some memories!”

“Well, what do you have in mind?” Kaitlyn asked, holding the butter pops out for you.

“How about the ultimate game of secrets and lies,” Dylan suggested, sparing a glance your way. “Truth or Dare, but Dylan style. Okay, so house rules are, someone asks you a truth or dare. Then you choose, and then you pick the next person. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts.”

"Dylan, that's normal truth or dare," You chuckled, sipping on your beer.

Dylan stuttered, his face dusting pink, "Uh, yes."

“So... we can, like, make people kiss?" Kaitlyn asked, her eyes darting around, pausing on you for a second longer.

“If they choose dare, yeah. As long as everyone consents... of course,” Dylan confirmed.

“Cool beans," Kaitlyn shrugged trying to contain her smile.

“I mean, keep it in your pants until it’s your turn, but…” Dylan teased.

“I mean, who does get to go first?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Well it's house deals, so..." Dylan trailed off looking around the fireplace. Dylan clapped his hands together, turning to the other logs. "Abigail! Truth or dare?"

"Umm," Abigail thought. "Truth"

"Really dodged a bullet huh?" Dylan questioned. "Alright. Here goes. Have you ever slept with anyone?"

"Oh, uh... I..." Abigail trailed off.

"At this camp," You clarified.

"Hey, you cant-"

"Have you ever slept with anyone at this camp?" You repeated slapping your hand over Dylan's mouth.

"Ah, no! Nope. Sorry," Abi answered, shaking her hand. You removed your hand and took a sip from your beer.

"Alright Abi, it's your turn," Dylan continued, glancing back at you quickly.

"Alright okay, um..." Abi thought for a while with encouragement from Kaitlyn but Emma lost her patience and jumped in.

"Ugh! Ding, ding, ding, too late," Emma sighed. "My turn. Ryan truth or dare?"

"Dare, gimme what you got," Ryan said enthusiastically.

"Okay, Ryan. Your dare comes with a choice."

"Can she do that?"

"I can do whatever I want," Emma dismissed. "And I dare you... To kiss... Either Dylan... or Y/N."

"Wow... I mean... I guess 'both' is off the table?" Ryan questioned trying to get past the choosing part.

"Sorry- I don't make the rules," Emma shrugged holding her hands up in defence.

"I mean you literally just did, but okay, let's do this," Ryan sat for a moment, looking at the two. "Y/N shall we?" Ryan gave you a small wink. You sighed and walked to Ryan who placed his beer down before standing up as well.

He held the side of your face shielding your face. "I'll dare Dylan to kiss you," Ryan whispered, making you smile softly. You stepped back bringing your hair back and sat beside Dylan who looked slightly disappointed.

"Y/N!" Ryan shouted excitedly.

"Wait no dude, she just went," Jacob complained throwing his hands up.

"Nope, shut up!" Emma encouraged, seeing Ryan glance between you and Dylan.

"Dare," You stated, leaning forward slightly.

"I dare you..." Ryan paused dragging out the suspense. "...To hook up with Dylan already. Who might I add you've been pining over for the past two months."

"What!?" Nick shouted, bewildered at the new information. You stood up and Ryan tossed you the keys to the lodge. Dylan looked up at you, shocked but... excited.

"Dylan," You said holding your hand out for him. "Shall we?" Dylan took your hand and tugged him up. "I give my go to Jacob!" You shouted, tugging Dylan quicker.

Dylan walked behind you, slightly stunned. "Just ah, so you know I didn't kiss Ryan, he told me he was gonna dare me to kiss you, not you know... hook up."

"Do you want to? Hook up I mean," Dylan asked as you reached the lodge.

"I mean yeah, do you?" You asked pushing the door open.

Dylan pushed you inside holding your face as he bent down to kiss you. "God yes," Dylan rasped against your lips. Dylan kicked the door closed behind him, pushing you further in until you bumped into a table.

"Really the table?" You asked, pulling back, your hands draped around his shoulders.

"It this or Mr H's bed," Dylan shrugged, still staring at your lips. You nodded and pulled yourself onto the wooden table. Dylan moved close, standing between his legs as he moved back to kiss you again.

You pulled back for a second to breathe and Dylan moved to leave marks and bites down your neck. "Fuck... Dylan," You sighed throwing your head back, your hands tugging at his hair.

"Can I take your shirt off?" Dylan asked pulling back. You slipped your arms away, hooking your finger to the bottom of your shirt and peeling it off. Dylan gave a giddy smile before diving back in to kiss you again, "Jesus Christ you're gorgeous." You smiled against his lips, running your hands down the front of his chest, to the bottom of his shirt.

You slipped your hands under the grey material, feeling across his toned torso. You tugged it up and Dylan grabbed the back, pulling it over his head and tossing it toward your discarded shirt. "Shit, fuck your pretty-" You cut yourself off, kissing down his chest.

"Is that a good thing?" Dylan asked, tilting his head back up to look at him.

"God yes," You mumbled, pulling him back to kiss you. You grabbed him through his belt loops, messily unbuckling his belt and tossing it away. You quickly kicked your shoes off as Dylan pulled back slipping your pants off. Dylan ran his hands up your thighs, his lips back on your throat. Moans slipped past your lips, very aware of Dylan's fingers drumming on your inner thigh. Dylan paused, making you look at him properly, "If you ever want to stop just say something, yeah?" You nodded, trying to pull Dylan back to you but he slid his hands along the table leaning as close as possible without touching you. "Y/N..."

"Let you know if I want you to stop," You repeated, resting a hand on his cheek.

Dylan smiled, quickly pecking your nose, "Sweet." You giggled and pulled him down to kiss you. Dylan moved his hands across your stomach, pulling the elastic of your underwear and letting it snap against your skin.

"Dylan..." You whined trying to get him to touch you. Dylan chuckled, letting his thumb run under the fabric. "Dylan please touch me."

Dylan nodded hooking his fingers under your underwear and you lifted your hips making it easier for him to pull them down. Dylan ran his fingers through your wetness, circling your clit. "Oh fuck."

You tugged at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Dylan reeled his hand back, making you whine softly. He quickly slipped his shoes off and stepped back letting you tug his pants off and he finished pulling them off completely. You tugged at his hips dragging him back to you and you pulled his boxers down enough that his dick sprung out. Dylan kissed you, small hisses and pants slipping past his lips as you pumped his cock, twisting your hand occasionally. Dylan dug his teeth into his lip trying to hold back a loud moan. "Jesus, are you trying to kill me?" Dylan chuckled, a moan taking over the end of his sentence.

You smiled, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. You tugged his boxers off completely and Dylan quickly stepped out of them, your hand never leaving his dick. You sped your hand up, sliding your thumb over his slit and Dylan's knees almost gave out. His hands shot to the table to steady himself and chuckled softly at him, kissing under his jaw and leaving a dark purple mark there.

"God if you keep doing that you're gonna make me cum," Dylan moaned, moving to hide his face in your neck, his teeth digging into his lip again You brought your other hand away from his hips, running your fingertips along the bottom of his cock and up to toy with his slit, the other hand still pumping him.

"That's kinda the point," You giggled. You kissed his shoulder as he jerked his hips into your hand. You stroked him with a faster, harder rhythm, kissing back up his neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dylan repeated, his thrusts chasing your hand movements. "I'm gonna cum, holy fuck! Y/N!" Dylan's hips rutted into your hand, his cum spilling into your palm. You kissed along his shoulder, using your clean hand to trace shapes on his back. Dylan pulled away from your neck, his lips red and swallow from biting them.

You gently ran your thumb across his bottom lip, before moving to his jaw and then kissing him softly. Dylan moved his hands up your thighs, tugging at your underwear. You lifted your hips helping him pull them down. He moved to rest on his knees, kissing up your legs.

Dylan ran two of his fingers from your slit to your clit, circling it with quick movements. "Fuckin' hell," You hissed, falling back on your hands, not missing the cocky smile Dylan gave you. Dylan slipped his fingers back down your slit, teasing you slowly. "Dylan I swear-" Dylan suddenly leant forward, taking your clit in his mouth. A hand shot to his hair, tugging it as Dylan rolled your clit against his tongue. His hand gripped your hip keeping you pressed against the table, his other slowly pushing two fingers inside you.

Moans and gasps slipped through your lips as Dylan steadily pumped his fingers into you, curling them at the knuckles making you clench around him. Dylan continued to assault your clit with his tongue, his thumb tracing circles into your hip. "Jesus, fuck me, holy- Fuck, feels so good," Your legs started to shake and Dylan pressed you harder into the wood table. "God Dylan, I'm gonna-"

Dylan moved his fingers in a beckoning motion, speeding up his movements. Dylan sucked harder on your clit and your orgasm washed over you. Your arms gave and your legs twitched as pleasure hushed through you. Dylan slowly pulled his fingers from you, working you through your orgasm.

Dylan pushed himself up, leaning over you and kissing you. His hands pressed beside your head, the other resting on your cheek. "Your so fucking gorgeous," Dylan whispered, pulling away from you ever so slightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, Dylan helping you sit up. "Like god you're fucking perfect." You laughed softly, kissing Dylan again.

"Do you want to keep going-?" A shrill scream rang out, causing you both to jump slightly.

"What the fuck was that?"

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alisinyobooty · 25 days

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First Date

Pairing: y/n and Chris Sturniolo

Summary: y/n and chris go on a dream first date after dating for a little while now

Warnings: none

Word Count: 805

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Me and Chris have been together for a while now, but we’ve never been on a real date. We are always with people and when we aren’t with people it's not ever really a date more like a hangout.

Sometimes Chris, Nick, Matt, and me enjoy watching whatever video they had filmed that week together in the living room. This week they made a video with Larray and the topic of a first date had been brought up by none other than Chris. “I wanna go to Top Golf,” Chris says referring to where he would like to go on a first date. “You wanna hit balls with your girl?” Arrington replies. “Yeah, and get like the big donut holes and fill them up with the jelly” “I love big donut holes” Larray buts in. Laughter comes from both the TV and the living room. “You bringing that up was so random though” Nick gets out in between laughs. “Well, the only reason I said it was because I had noticed me and y/n have never been on a first date” Chris turns to look at me. “Oh yeah you’re right we never have,” I said in a way that made it seem like I had no idea. “You know what. That's gonna change.” my eyes widened in slight shock from this statement. “Why's that?” I respond. “You’ll see tomorrow. Be ready by 6 in a nice outfit but make sure it's comfy” Chris says smiling from ear to ear. My cheeks reddened a bit. We all continued watching the video but I barely focused on it due to the fact all that was on my mind was what me and Chris’s day would be like tomorrow. I woke up earlier than usual the next morning filled with excitement. I pulled out a cute top and matching pants. Later my phone buzzed, Chris was here. I bolt down to see the familiar vehicle pull up. I get in the car, and I am greeted by not only Chris but also Matt. “You seem shocked to see me. Remember he can't drive”. “Oh yeah,” I say with a giggle. Eventually, we make it to Top Golf. “You kids have fun!” Matt jokes before driving off. Me and Chris walk into the place and do what we have to do. This was my first-time golfing, so Chris had to teach me. Every word he told me went one ear out the other, so he had to hold me. He hugged around me trying to show me how to pose and how to hit the ball. I got the hang of it pretty quickly. We spent hours upon hours “hitting balls”. I even got a big donut hole just like Chris had mentioned in the video. We ate some food too. Sadly, Matt came back meaning we had to go. “How did you kids like it” Matt still joking. Chris just ignored him. “It was really fun i loved it”. Chris hid his smile. “Well, right now we are on our way to Target because I have to get a few things and it'll be easier instead of making a million stops.” “ok,” me and Chris said in sync. Once we entered Target Matt was gone. That kid seemed to be on a mission. Me and Chris tried to keep up and while on our mini chase, we passed the pajama aisle. A gasp came from Chris and before I knew it, he was dragging me into the aisle. “Chris what are we doing here?” no reply. “Chris?” The boy was too focused on digging through the many clothing racks. “CHRI-” My yell is stopped by his sudden movements of pulling out two matching pj sets. A smile plastered on his face. “How about we have a sleepover”. Before I can even think we are running around Target looking for snacks and baking supplies. We check out and call Matt. “Bookie where are you,” Chris says in a funny high-pitched voice. “In the car waiting for you two to finish your lap around” “oh shit you saw us?” Chris's voice returning back to normal. “Yes. Now hurry up i ain't got all day”. The two of us get in the car out of breath from sprinting. Once we are at the triplets' place me and Chris get changed into our new clothes. The rest of the night is spent with us baking cookies, watching movies, laughter and cuddling. I check my phone and the time is plastered in my face 3:30 AM. “wow it got really late so fast. How many movies did we watch?” no answer. I look over and Chris is knocked out. “Welp guess that's my cue to sleep too,” I say to myself. Shutting the movie off, placing all our food somewhere else, and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “This was the best first date ever”.

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I literally can't write fluff . this is my first time writing it soo.😭😭 (if you want to send feedback feel free to!)

#chris sturniolo #fluff #sturniolo x reader #female reader #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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Something Extra Special

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of reader’s hair, daddy kink, slight touching (not really anything), brief alcohol consumption

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A/N: I’m so sad Daddycember is coming to a close 😭♥️ I always love it 🥺🥰

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“Good mornin’, baby girl.” He’s smiling, speaking quietly and brushing your hair back to kiss your forehead.

It’s like you’re waking up the day after your honeymoon all over again. The two of you on vacation, exploring the world and resting peacefully together. Nothing is ever better than when you’re together.

“Good morning, daddy.” Comes your airy, morning voice, happiness laced in your tone.

You’re in his arms, like you always are when you sleep. The curtains are still shut, gentle rays of light peeking out from the sides. But overall, the room is still dark. He’s been up though, Jack always wakes up early, he can’t help it. It’s a schedule that was set early in his life, since he joined the army in his early twenties. And you don’t mind, he likes to workout in the morning, get chores done around the house, and he usually lets you sleep while he does it. Today, he waited as long as he could, deciding to wake you after so many hours scrolling on his phone.

“You ready to open your presents?” He asks with another gentle kiss to your forehead.

Somehow, you’d forgotten that it was Christmas day. As cheesy as it sounds, every day was special with him. But upon your remembering, you smile, feeling giddy. Tilting your head up at him, you’re met with that handsome smile, nodding happily to him.

You’d both spent an incredible amount of time and effort into the other’s presents this year, but honestly, you did that every year. You were thoughtful people, and that trait was tenfold in your relationship.

“Should we have breakfast first?” You ask, yawning while you stretch.

“Sure, babycakes.” Reaching over, he grabs the phone. “I’ll order room service.” It’ll likely be your last time ordering; you’re leaving for home later today.

When Jack turns to face you, he grins widely, chuckling. Reaching over, he puts a hand on top of your head, mussing your already wild hair. “Your bedhead is really cute.”

It makes you smile shyly, cuddling up into him all over again. You listen to him as he orders, playing with the ring on his left finger while that baritone voice nearly lulls you back to sleep. Never in your life have you felt this calm in someone’s presence.

“Wanna eat in bed?” Jack asks, admiring the way your thumb runs over his ring.

“Nah,” Shaking your head, “I wanna see the presents. Let’s eat out in the living room.”

As usual, your wish is granted. While you get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, Jack takes it upon himself to set up the food. So far, everything has come quick and has been delicious during your stay. There’s really nothing better than good food after a long day, or a tasty breakfast to start it.

In your opinion, your relationship is the epitome of opposites attract. Jack is an absolute extrovert, he loves to go out and meet new people. But you, you’re more introverted, you recharge when you’re in your own space, tending to be a homebody. And as your relationship grew, you started to reflect a little bit of each other in your own personalities. Jack has brought out your more adventurous side, and you’ve definitely brought out his inner domesticity. For instance, instead of going out to some big fancy breakfast, Jack wanted to stay in on Christmas day. Not only that, but he liked the idea of opening gifts in your pjs, with just the two of you. The longer you’re together, the more he wants to experience things just with you. He likes the intimacy of it, and he never wants to share you.

“You look so cute.” Already, he’s pulling you into his arms, your body plopping onto his lap while he sits on the couch.

“You’re so lovey today.” You giggle, relaxing on him.

Pulling back, he frowns. “Am I not lovey always?”

Turning your head, you eye that handsome face. “No, you definitely are.” Lifting your hand to him, your palm resting over the side of his face, you then say, “And I really love it, baby.”

He grins, a small, happy hum emitting from him. “Remember when we used to say ‘I really like you’?”

The memory makes you chuckle, nodding. “Yeah.”

Hugging you tighter in his arms, that wide smile presents itself again. “And now we get to say I love you.”

It’s a routine thing, an everyday thing, that phrase. Before leaving for work in the morning, you’d say it. When one of you went to the store, you’d say it. Hell, if one of you went to shower you’d say it. Some might say it’s overkill, that saying the words so often makes them lose their meaning. But neither of you see it that way, not when the words came so naturally.

“I knew it the moment I met you.”

“Did you really?” He asks, surprised by your admission.

Again, you nod, fingers stroking his face. “When I looked into your eyes, I knew it.” When you looked into those eyes, you saw everything you needed.

“You’re gonna make me blush, babycakes.”

“You look so cute like that.” Leaning in, you give the tip of that curved nose a sweet kiss. “Now c’mon, let’s eat so we can open our gifts.”

“Why don’t we do both?” Jack suggests, leaning over to hand you your plate.

Of course, you agree. Jack had your gifts set aside in a closet, bringing them out and into the living room when he brought in the food. And with them only feet away… they’re just staring at you.

“You go first, honey.” He insists, grunting while crouching to sit on the floor beside you.

Both of you bring your plates, setting them on the coffee table just to your left. Before even taking a bite of your food, some delicious-looking raspberry crepes, you reach for a box. Sliding it close, you grin like a little kid, fingers already tearing in.

“Baby,” You tut, opening the small box. “How are you so good at gifts?”

All he does is smile and shrug. “You like ‘em?”

“Of course I do!” Reaching in, you rub the tip of your finger over the gems on your new set of stud earrings. But they aren’t just any type of gem, they’re your birthstone. “They’re so pretty, baby.”

“Open this one.” Your husband then insists, handing you another smaller gift. “You’ll like this one so much more.”

It’s in your hands in a second, you don’t even hesitate. Another jewelry box is revealed when the wrapping paper is ripped away, and Jack was right. Somehow, you’re even more in love with this gift.

“Look at the engraving.”

It’s a silver bracelet, your wedding date engraved into it.

“Honey…” You’re only two presents in and already, you’re tearing up, an emotional smile on your face. Lifting your right arm, you slide the thin cuff onto your wrist, admiring it. “I love this.” And then, you’re finding him, leaning over for a kiss.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, baby doll.” He’s smiling into it, the sweet press of your lips. And he still has his morning breath but you really can’t bring yourself to care. How did you end up with a man like him?

“Well open some of yours before I finish mine,” You then tell him, folding your legs. “Today is about you, too.” It doesn’t take much convincing; Jack is just as excited as you.

The first gift he picks out is in a bag, and once he realizes what it is, he’s releasing a grateful breath. “Baby, this is so great. I’ve needed this so bad.”

“Yeah,” You laugh, “Ever since you dropped your old one back in the fall when you were doing your tipsy dances.”

“Hey, I wasn’t that drunk, okay?” Raising an eyebrow at you while holding the crystal decanter and glass set in his hand.

“You were drunk enough to shatter it!”

“Whatever.” He waves a hand at you, returning his gaze to the whiskey set. “Anyways.” Chuckling, he reaches for another one, the smallest of his presents.

“You really like these on me, huh?” That famous smirk is back on his face, those warm eyes glancing over at you.

“You look so handsome and cozy in them.” They’re a set of three flannels, each of them a different color pattern. “Do you like them?”

“Honey, of course I do. They are pretty cozy.” He has about a million in his closet, but what’s wrong with a few more?

“Baby, are these…” When he opens his next gift, he’s not prepared for what it is.

“Our vows.” Answering him softly, you then say, “I framed them. We can put the other’s on our nightstands.” You thought it was a sweet idea, to be reminded of the other’s loving promises every day.

“Babycakes, this is… this is perfect.” When he looks up, you can see the emotion in his face, the genuine love in his eyes.

Scooching closer to him, you hold his cheeks in your hands, thumb stroking his skin. “I love you, Jack.”

And then those strong arms are around your waist, pulling you in. “I love you, sugar.” He’s close, pressing his forehead onto your own.” More than anything.”

The rest of your gifts are opened while eating, your stomachs’ growling becoming too loud to ignore. Upon further discovery, you find yourself holding a pair of fuzzy house slippers, a thoughtful gift from your hubby. The floors in the penthouse are made entirely of wood, and you’d been complaining about your freezing toes lately. There’s also a pair of Nike shoes in with your gifts, ones that you’ve been wanting since the summertime. They’re a gorgeous lavender shade that caught your eye as soon as you saw them. And lastly, a dark purple Coach purse. You’d never mentioned this particular item to him before, but you love it entirely. Jack knew your favorite color and was also aware that you were in need of a new bag. He’s always been so attentive with you, knowing you so well that when the time for gifts comes around, he barely even has to ask.

On the other end, Jack won’t stop talking about how grateful he is for not only his gifts, but for you. You’d bought him a new pair of dress shoes to wear to his meetings, his old pair having one too many scuffs for his liking. In his words, he was ‘starting to look like a fool’. You’re surprised he hadn’t already bought a new pair himself. You’d also given him a full luggage set, one with durable material and quite a few bags. The luggage he brings for his work travels are the exact same bags he had in his military days. They’re old and tattered and to say the least, they needed to be replaced. And finally, you got a charging station for him. Now, every night, he’ll have a place to set his iPhone, AirPods, and Apple watch, all of them easily accessible while charging up for him to use the next day. Jack isn’t very high-tech when it comes to this stuff, it confuses him and he’s slightly insecure about it. So when you make things easy for him, he really appreciates it.

The commencement of your gift exchange takes both of you to the balcony. Jack with his coffee, you with the glass of orange juice you’d happily made into a mimosa. The pajamas you wore last night are light and cozy, a satin nightgown with a pale, yellow tint to it. Jack in his signature white short sleeve and light gray sweatpants. You’re not dressed warm and you don’t have to be; the temperature out on the balcony is more than pleasant, the only chilly thing being a small breeze.

“Uh-uh,” Jack tuts, a grin lining his lips.

Taking his own seat, he reaches for you, strong hands finding your hips. Pulling you into him is easy - you let him. With a small plop, you’re on his lap, resting against his chest. He maneuvers you sideways so you’re in a sitting bridal-style position.

“Hey, baby.” He smiles, leaning in. A small peck to the tip of your nose prompts your own grin.

“Hi, daddy.”

Jesus, does he love that name. And he loves you that much more for giving it to him.

Sighing, he stares into your eyes, those warm orbs filling you with love. “Life is perfect with you, babycakes.” Reaching forward, he lightly palms your hip and the sweet curve following it.

He’s not wrong. When you found each other, something just… clicked. It’s like the universe found balance, like you’d never have to search for happiness ever again.

Smiling, you release a small giggle, more like a hum. “Do you think we’ll ever get tired of saying ‘I love you’?”

“No, baby. Never.” Shaking his head, he releases another breath, clearly smitten with you. “Not when it’s the truth.”

It sounds cheesy, but it’s true. Expressing your love for the other comes as easy as breathing the air.

Jack’s arm wraps around you, holding your back while you rest against him. The moment is filled with a quiet tenderness, both of you gazing at the setting surrounding you. Your senses are entertained, each of them, and not in an overwhelming way. The scenery is stunning, your eyes taking in the view. People on the street pass many floors beneath you, their conversions something you’ve yet to understand. Your taste buds tingle with the fizzle from your mimosa, the combination of orange juice and champagne. The scents filling your nose are… unique. The salt from the beach, the flowers being sold, the spices in the food, it’s all special to Italy. And the touch you feel is of him, his comforting embrace, something you’ll never take for granted.

But the moment is cut short due to your time constraints. Jack allows the two of you to rest in this tender embrace for about thirty minutes, until both of you finish your drinks.

When you’re both finished with your plates, Jack cleans up and stacks them on the room service tray. Each of you then make your way to the bathroom, showering and getting ready for your long day. Jack made sure to wake you up with enough time to open gifts, shower, pack, and leave. That meant rising before the sun at six in the morning. This time around, your flight is fifteen hours, and takeoff is at nine am.

“Think you’ll be ready in time, honeybee?”

Again, you’re both dressing cozy. Jack in a pair of sweats, you in your yogas, each of you with a hoodie. And while your outfits are simple, he’s always had a knack for getting ready before you, deciding to pack both of your bags during that time gap.

“Yeah, I’ll be done soon.” Tying your hair into a low bun, you yawn. As exciting as this trip has been, you’re excited to get back home and sleep in your own bed.

“Hey,” Jack’s soft voice wakes you from your sleep, his palm caressing your forearm. “Babycakes.”

“Mm?”

“We’re home, sweet pea.”

Just like before, you’d been sleeping, only waking for the occasional snacks and other treats. And Jack didn’t mind letting you snooze, that’s what he brought the mask and neck pillow for. Truthfully though, he’s glad you were asleep on this flight. He’s never been so fidgety during a plane ride before. What you don’t know, is that he’s got another surprise.

The trip home is significantly calmer than the trip you had when arriving in Italy. There aren’t as many people, so you don’t have to wait in long lines or listen to annoyingly loud conversations. When the plane lands, it’s quick and easy, having not been fully boarded in the first place.

“Baby,” You whine quietly, trudging along beside him. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, sweetcheeks.” Jack coos to you, kissing your cheek.

He’d made quick work of finding a cab, loading your bags and letting you snuggle into your seat. The drive from the airport to your home isn’t too long, though, thankfully. All you want is to get home.

“You missed the penthouse, huh?” He teases, wrapping an arm around you.

“Well, yeah.” Pouting, you glance up at him with tired eyes. “It’s our home.”

“That it is, sweetheart.” Your husband sighs, leaning his head against your own. “That it is.”

Internally, he’s searching his mind, planning out the rest of the night. Right now, in Louisville, it’s six in the afternoon, he has ample time to give you your last gift. But he’s not sure if you’ll want to unpack and shower first, maybe even get in a nap.

“Is everything okay, baby?” It’s easy to notice how quiet he’s become, especially when the two of you get to the building.

After paying the driver, Jack circles the cab to get your bags. Still in his head, he shrugs, brushing you off with a yeah, baby. But you’re not so convinced. On your way up, you find yourself retreating into your own head. Was I too grouchy? Did I say something mean? Could I have helped out more?

“Hey babe, you sit down for a little bit.” You insist, watching him unlock your front door.

Inside, everything is normal. Your winter decorations are still hung up, your Christmas tree looking beautiful as ever. There’s just something about being home after going on a long trip that makes you extra thankful for it.

“You sure?” Raising an eyebrow, he then says, “I’m okay to do it.”

But you know his back has got to be killing him, especially from carrying all of your baggage.

“Yeah,” Smiling, you reach out, taking a few bags from him. “Go sit.”

Jack keeps a smile on his face until you turn, striding down the hall to your shared room. But then, he’s whipping out his phone.

“Who’re you talking to, baby?” Back out in the living room, you stop in the kitchen, grabbing some water.

“Tequila,” He answers nonchalantly. But at this point, he figures he better tell you, because right now, he’s not sure when he should do it. “Actually honey, I’ve got one more gift for you.”

“You do?” Scurrying over to where he sits in the living room, you grin, absolutely giddy. “What is it?”

Jack grins upon seeing your reaction, licking his lower lip before he says, “Something extra special.”

“Tell me!”

“Well, do you want it now, or after we’ve unpacked everything?”

“Now! Duh!” Scooching up beside him on the couch, you smile happily. “Please?”

“Okay, honey.”

“Okay, he’ll be here in a minute.”

“What? Who?”

“Tequila, he’s bringing your gift.”

“Oh my gosh, what is it?!” The fact that he has another person involved makes you even more excited. How big is this gift?!

“You gotta close your eyes for me, okay?” And then, there’s a knocking on the door, your eyes shooting over to it. But Jack is stern with you. “Close ‘em!”

“Okay! Okay!”

Keeping your place on the couch, you hum happily, having entirely forgotten about unpacking your things. T must’ve been pretty close for him to get here so quickly. The small click of the door hits your ears, Tequila’s mumbled voice and then Jack’s soft thanks.

“You still got ‘em closed, honeybee?” His voice is lower, grunting slightly. Is he carrying the gift?

“Yes! I promise I do.”

Something shuffles in front of you, but it’s not Jack. You can just tell that it’s not him. And as soon as he tells you to open your eyes, you do. But all you’re met with is a plain, brown package.

“This is my present?” Looking up at Jack, you’re met with his entirely anxious grin.

“Well, you gotta open it!”

Something feels… off. You can’t put your finger on it, but this doesn’t feel like just any gift. This is clearly something special.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You’re gonna love it.” Kneeling down, Jack crouches by the box. Looking over at it, and then at you, he says, “I promise.”

With a deep breath, you lean forward, placing your hands on the top flaps. Honestly, you have no idea what the hell this is. You try to move it closer to you, but Jack reaches out to stop you. The small inch you did move it, though, tells you this is heavy.

“Uh-uh, just open it right here.” He tells you, glancing at the box almost protectively.

“Baby,” You laugh, wanting to ask again what this is. But all you say is, “Okay.”

Kneeling down on the ground, you shuffle closer, holding your breath. With slow movements, you open the top flaps, light from the above lamps shining in. And what you see makes your eyes widen.

“Baby…” And you’re not sure if you’re saying it to Jack… or to him.

“Do you love him?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You’re smiling, small tears in your eyes. “Of course I do.”

Reaching in, you place your hands beneath his little armpits, lifting him from the box. He settles into your arms, releasing a soft whimper in the process.

“Well,” Jack says, scooting closer to you. “What’re you gonna name him?”

“It’s a boy?”

“It is a boy.” He grins, wrapping an arm around you, his other hand petting the pup’s head.

“Theodore.” You state firmly, “That way we can call him Teddy.” And it fits. The Corgi puppy already looks like a teddy bear, anyway. “Baby, I can’t believe you got me a puppy.” Laughing, you shake your head. “Oh my god.”

“So, you like your present?” He asks, kissing your cheek gently.

“Honey, I love him so much. It’s our first baby!”

This makes Jack smile, your wording.

“I already have a few things for him, a crate and a bed, a food and water bowl, too. But I figured we could go out tomorrow and get him some toys and stuff.”

“Oh my gosh, can we get him a little blanket?” Already, Teddy is snuggling into your arms, yawning. Leaning down, you nuzzle him, smiling. He even has that new puppy smell.

“We can get him anything you want, angel.”

“Do you love him, too?” You ask, turning your head to face your husband.

He frowns, disliking your doubt. “Of course, I do!” Leaning in, he scratches beneath Teddy’s chin, giving his head a small kiss. “It’s like you said, honey. He’s our first baby.”

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stillintoeddie · 2 years

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sowing the seeds of love | eddie munson

warnings: angst, hurt, strong words, panic attack, breakup (steve and reader)

disclaimer: i love steve i just needed some drama that’d make sense. don’t attack me xx

it all happened so fast that you don’t even know what to think. what to do. all you know is that you don’t wanna look at steve right now. or ever again.

‘y/n just listen to me!’ steve shouted as he ran out after you. you were supposed to meet up with him after work so you went to his apartment and you just walked in. without knocking because you never done that with him, he always kept telling you to just walk in. but this time you wished you knocked. ‘baby, please!’

‘do not fucking call me that, harrington!’ you finally yelled back, turning around to face him. ‘i am not your fucking baby! apparently i never was. i was just distraction from nancy, wasn’t i? well good because now you have her all for yourself!’

‘ba- y/n it’s not like that, listen-’

‘no, i will not be listening. and do not even try to excuse yourself in any way. honestly i don’t care that you did that. you seemed off for months now, i knew there’s something in the air.’ you said, struggling because there was this arching pain in your throat. you were trying so hard not to cry. ‘i just don’t understand why didn’t you tell me.’

‘i love you, y/n,’ he said as he walked up to you. but you backed off.

this was the first time he said that. he never said anything about love before. at least not to you. and the truth is, you don’t know if you loved him. you had a crush on him. you had feelings towards him, but you’re not sure what it was.

‘you might love me, but you’re not in love with me, steve.’ you said and finally let your tears out. ‘and it’s not your fault. i’m not mad. you cannot control who you love. i’m just upset that i wasn’t good enough to make you forget about your ex. i’m just hurt that you kept lying to me about your feelings when in reality you were still in love with nancy.’

‘i’m so sorry.’ he said and you smiled through the tears. ‘i am so fucking sorry-’

‘it’s okay, just... i don’t wanna see you right now. i’ll come back to take my stuff next week.’

this was the last thing you said to him.

you spent the whole week in your house telling your parents you’re feeling sick, you’ve not left your room once. then the next week you finally had to go to school but you were ignoring everyone there. barely listening in class, not coming to lunch where you usually met up with your friends. it was weekend, your parents weren’t home because they left for a wedding of a relative you didn’t even know. robin was checking up on you every day since she was your only close friend. of course you had friends at school, especially in the hellfire club since you were one of the members but you didn’t think you were that close to any of them. but you were wrong.

on a sunday evening you heard a knock on your door. you didn’t expect anyone and robin said she’s gone for the weekend so you were really confused who was that. you were hoping it wasn’t steve, because as much as you’d like to take him back you know it’d be bad for both of you.

you got up from the couch, in your dirty pj’s and glasses on your eyes. hair in bun because you didn’t even have the strength to wash it, or wash yourself.

‘eddie?’ you said as you opened the door. he was the last person you expected to see today. ‘what are you doing here?’

‘i heard about what happened,’ he said and let himself in.

‘oh yes, come on in. right. sure.’ you said sarcastically and locked the door. ‘eddie-’

‘and you were ignoring me at school.’ he interrupted you and kept talking. ‘didn’t come to the club, didn’t see you at lunch. and since you were ‘sick’ i didn’t wanna bother you but after i heard what really happened i came here to check up on you.’

‘i’m fine, eddie-’

‘you’re fine?’ he asked as he pointed at your tv and messy table in front of it.’have you eaten?’

‘jelly beans. yesterday.’ you said quietly. ‘drank a bit of coke, too.’

‘sweetheart, you gotta eat.’ he said as he walked up to you and you threw yourself into his arms and started sobbing. ‘i am gonna literally kill him on the spot.’ eddie hugged your body close to his as you started crying harder. ‘come on, let’s go sit down, shall we?’ you didn’t reply. ‘y/n?’ he looked at you and your face was so red and you were clearly shaking. ‘oh my love, come on. breathe.’ he made you look up at him and focus on his face. ‘yeah? in and out.’ he was breathing with you. ‘good job, sweetheart. you breathin’ alright now?’

‘yes, i’m so sorry-’ you started but he stopped you right away.

‘you have nothing to be sorry for, alright? you’re hurting. it’s normal.’ he reassured you as you both sat on the sofa. ‘listen, don’t take it the wrong way but when was the last time you showered?’

‘eddie!’ you laughed and hit him on the shoulder. ‘wednesday. i really didn’t have the strength to even change my clothes.’

‘no it’s understandable, don’t worry. why don’t you take a shower and i’ll make something to eat, hm?’ he asked and smiled at you. you looked into his huge, beautiful, brown eyes and forgot about the whole world for a few seconds. ‘y/n? are you listening?’

‘what? oh!’ you blushed. he caught you staring. ‘of course, sorry i zoned out.’ you stood up and were about to enter the bathroom when you heard eddie calling your name again so you turned around.

‘take a picture next time, it’ll last longer.’ and as he said that, you rolled your eyes and closed the bathroom door. you stripped from your old, stinky clothes and finally turned the shower on. the water was so warm against your skin. it felt so good.

eddie was in the kitchen, preparing some mac&cheese for the both of you. he wasn’t much of a cook but this was the meal he was best at. while the pasta was cooking he cleaned up the living room and put some music on. you loved abba and even tho he wasn’t a fan of music of this kind he enjoyed it if you did. 20 minutes passed and you finally walked out of the bathroom. clean, smelling like flowers. you walked through the living room and smiled when you heard chiquitita in the background and your favourite candle was put on the table next to two empty plates.

‘what did you make?’ you asked as you walked to the kitchen.

‘jesus christ, y/n!’ eddie jumped, not hearing you coming. ‘you almost gave me a heart attack and made me spill the drinks.’

‘sorry,’ you giggled and looked around. ‘so?’

‘mac&cheese, your favourite. and green iced tea, here you go.’ he gave you both mugs as he took the pot where mac&cheese was. ‘sit down. i’ll be back in a second.’

‘okay,’ you said as you sat down. chiquitita ended and the next song called lovers (live a little longer) was on. another one you liked. you looked around as you didn’t see eddie anywhere. did he leave? before you could stand up you saw the front door open and you saw eddie with a little flower bouquet. ‘eddie?’

‘i forgot to take it from my van,’ he said as he sat down next to you. ‘i thought you’d like it. sunflowers, your favourites. thought it’d make you feel better.’

steve never gotten you flowers. especially not sunflowers.

‘eddie, you didn’t have to.’ you said and felt tears in your eyes. ‘you’re gonna make me cry again!’ you sobbed as you sniffed the flowers. ‘they’re beautiful, thank you.’ you gave him a little shoulder squeeze as you got up and put them into the flower flask.

‘every pretty girl deserves pretty flowers. especially when the ex boyfriend couldn’t do the job properly.’ he said and you laughed a bit. ‘let’s eat, shall we?’

‘thank you eddie,’ you said as you took the first bite. ‘this is fucking amazing.’

‘why thank you, sweetheart. i tried.’ he smiled back at you. ‘now tell me, how are you really feeling?’ you sighed as you looked at him. ‘oh no, i’m sorry. do you prefer not talking about it?’

‘no it’s not that. it’s just i don’t understand this. i don’t feel mad, i should be mad. but i’m not mad. i was upset, i still am. but not at steve, at myself. that i’m not lovable enough and-’

‘hey, y/n. no, do not say that.’ eddie interrupted you and looked straight at you. ‘you are not the problem here. you are not “not lovable enough” you are more than lovable. it’s steve’s fault he doesn’t know what he wants. he shouldn’t get with you in the first place. he hurt you, badly. that is not okay. do not blame yourself. you are lovable. more than you know. i-’ he said but he stopped. ‘your friends love you. and you will find someone who will love you and you will love them.’

you were looking at him the whole time, holding your tears in. you didn’t wanna cry more. his eyes were so beautiful.

your friends love you.

but do you? you thought.

‘you’re an amazing girl and anyone would be lucky to be with you. to be loved by you. steve is an idiot for letting this go.’ he was rambling like crazy. but you didn’t mind.

his words were running around your brain. he made you feel emotions no one ever did before. not even steve.

‘thank you eddie,’ you said finally after a few seconds of silence. ‘thank you for being here. for me. for making this food and cleaning my mess up.’

‘anything for my favourite girl.’

my favourite girl.

the truth is. you really wanted to be his favourite girl.

a/n: if you want a part 2 lmk x

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things #joseph quinn x you

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iris-sistibly · 1 year

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Jang Bong-hwan found himself standing in front of Daejojeon Hall. The sky was a hue of orange, yellow and blue. There were people around him, the peculiar thing was they were dressed differently, like how people in his country dressed up during the Joseon dynasty.

His eyes scanned the entire place, deep inside he felt a sense of familiarity, he knew he'd been here before but his mind wanted to make sure that he wasn't imagining things...again. “Royal physician please hurry!” he heard a woman whose voice could probably be heard within the entire area. “Court Lady Choi?” Bong-hwan instantly recognized the voice, and he was right. He knew those people well enough to identify them by just hearing their voices. The middle-aged woman was running towards the hall, behind her was the royal physician who was struggling to keep up with her speed.

Bong-hwan’s brows furrowed, "I'm for real not in modern-day Korea am I?," he thought, then gasped when it finally sank in his mind, “Oh shit!” he immediately checked on himself. His voice hasn’t changed, hair was still short, his physique which he spent so much time at the gym to perfect was still the same, and most importantly, his thing was still hanging down there...safe and sound. Bong-hwan felt relieved, it was good to know that he was still himself, but how did he end up here once more? Did he die? or did he fall into a coma again and his soul traveled back in time?

“You there!” the lady-in-waiting pointed at him which stunned Bong-hwan.

“Me…y-you can see me?”

Lady-in-waiting Choi scoffed, “What are you talking about?! Of course I can see you!”

So he wasn’t just a mere soul or a ghost [thankfully], but why was she acting like she knew him? Come to think of it, not even the guards tried to interrogate him–a man in a strange (modern) clothing who clearly doesn’t live or work in the palace. The only person who was able to confirm his identity was the late Kim Byeong-in and no one else. The queen wouldn't be so reckless to spill the tea to everyone right?

"Don’t just stand there!" Court Lady Choi snapped him out of his thoughts, "The queen is about to give birth!"

Before Bong-hwan could even ask questions or process what the lady had said, the latter suddenly dragged him along with the royal physician. Inside, the agonizing screams of Kim So-yong can be heard in every corridor, perhaps it was an exaggeration but it was loud enough to make everyone fluster.

Bong-hwan recalled the time he found out that the queen was pregnant while he was still inside her body, thankfully he didn’t stay long enough to experience the labor pains and actual childbirth. But nevertheless he felt bad, all throughout his stay the queen shared everything to him, her memories, struggles, pain, happiness…and even love for the people around her, including the king.

Speaking of which, where is Cheoljong?

He knew he survived and successfully ousted the corrupt and greedy officials of his court. But if he traveled back to the time of their child’s birth, then that means it has only been months since he left, probably the same time it has been since fully recovering from coma.

“His majesty has arrived!” someone announced in the midst of the commotion. Everyone made way for the king, with him were Prince Yeongpyeong and Special Director Hong. Poor dude came rushing to Daejojeon Hall still wearing his pj’s…uh…sleeping garments. “My queen! I am here!” His mind was too focused on his wife to notice everyone else. Cheoljong stepped inside as soon as the doors to the queen’s room opened. The royal physician, and some of the queen’s maids followed. Worried about So-yong, Bong-hwan went in to check on her, the queen was drenched in her own sweat, and writhing in pain. Hong-yeon was wiping away her sweat while trying to comfort her, "Please try to take deep breaths, it might help you calm down your majesty," she said while in-tears. She has always had a soft spot for her.

"My queen!" Cheoljong sat beside his wife and held her hand while controlling his emotions.

“My king! It hurts so much!” the queen cried.

“It hurts me to see you in pain my queen, I may never know how hard and excruciating it is to bring another life into the world, but I assure you that I will remain by your side as I have promised.”

The queen smiled in gratitude, who would have thought that they would truly fall deeply in-love with each other, considering that their marriage at first wasn’t exactly a blissful one?

“I am sorry your majesty but you have to step outside while I help the queen deliver the child,” the physician said. Upon hearing that, the queen frantically shook her head, “No! He’s staying here! He’s staying with me!”

“B-But your majesty…”

So-yong glared at him, “Listen royal physician, the king and I made this baby together, and did everything together to prepare for this moment, so we’ll be pushing this child into this world together, do you understand?! Now if you insist on NOT letting him stay, I will skewer you and fry you to a crisp!”

Bong-hwan couldn’t help but smile. Admittedly, So-yong taught him to forgive, to help whenever he can, to have faith, and most of all, he learned to care for the people around him. Meanwhile, he taught her to stand up for herself, to never let anyone dictate or control her, to be confident about herself, and just be the badass/savage queen she was born to be. They have grown so much, and he was proud of them...of her mainly.

The royal physician sighed and gave in, “Very well, Court Lady Choi and Hong-yeon will assist me, the rest of you please wait outside. They did as they were told, but before Bong-hwan stepped out of the room he glanced at the queen, the latter saw him too. Upon realizing who he was, she pointed at him, “You…I’ll deal with you later,” she said as the doors shut.

Bong-hwan kept pacing back and forth, he winced at each time he heard So-yong push as if he was also feeling her pain, and in between she would blurt out random cuss words which she probably picked up from him. “M-My queen you’re gripping my hand too tight, y-you might break my bones!” he heard Cheoljong say.

“Hey! I spent nine whole months carrying your child, and now my womanhood feels like it’s being ripped apart and you dare complain?! I might as well break your fucking bones right now!”

“Your majesty, push!” said the royal physician, So-yong pushed as hard as she could. At the same time, Cheoljong's cries can also be heard.

“Goodness your majesty, I can see the head already!” Court Lady Choi sounded delightful and excited.

“Only the head?!” the king and queen uttered in unison.

“Push!”

“I'm gonna kill you Cheoljong!”

"My baby please make haste!"

Meanwhile, the maids, Prince Yeongpyeong and Special Director Hong also waited outside the room. The prince chuckled while he listened to his little brother suffer the wrath of his wife in the birthing bed, “That’s the queen alright.”

“Good grief, if I’m going to end up like his majesty, I might as well not marry at all,” the king’s bestfriend answered.

“Has a message been sent to the queen’s father already?”

Hong Du-il nodded, “I asked Kim Hwan to personally deliver the message to Kim Mun-geun, the old man would probably bring more gifts for the royal baby.”

“He’s going to be one spoiled child.”

“I don’t think so,” Bong-hwan chimed in. Both men looked at him, “He will be very much loved by the people around him, and he will grow into a fine, intelligent, brave and kind man who will continue his father’s legacy. His parents are good people, they will raise him well.”

Du-il nodded, "Of course they will."

In history, the son of Cheoljong and Cheorin died six months after his birth. But like his father, this child is a fighter, Bong-hwan knew this because he experienced it first hand. While still in the womb, he was faced with life-threatening situations, yet despite all that, he ended up thriving. Bong-hwan had put his faith in Cheoljong once, and he has placed his bet on the right person. The king succeeded in creating his own path, and the odds turned to his favor. If Bong-hwan is to gamble once more, he would go all-in for this child.

He didn’t know how much time had already passed, but all of their anxieties turned into elation when they finally heard the loud wailing of an infant. The maids rejoiced, Bong-hwan and the two other men were relieved. Moments later, the royal physician stepped out of the queen’s room wearing a huge smile on his face, “The queen has safely delivered a healthy little prince!” he announced.

The sun rose to its full glory. On that day, a new life took its first breath into the world, and upon his arrival came a new found hope for a brighter future. And thus, the kingdom rejoiced.

***

Jang Bong-hwan walked into the queen’s room, full of happiness and excitement. Inside were the young couple with their newborn son, the little boy was sleeping peacefully in his father’s arms, while So-yong leaned against her husband’s shoulder, holding their baby’s tiny hand. It was a beautiful moment, both parents were enamored by the boy’s charm, “He’s a handsome little prince,” Cheoljong said proudly, he then faced his wife, “Thank you my queen.”

“I should be the one thanking you, my king, for always being there for me.”

“In this lifetime and in the afterlife, I will always be with you my love.”

“As am I, now and hereafter...I will never stop loving you.”

The couple moved closer to each other, their lips barely an inch apart, their hearts beating as one. But their intimate moment was interrupted when they finally noticed Bong-hwan's presence. “Hey, how long have you been standing there?” asked So-yong.

“Long enough to witness a cheesy k-drama moment,” Bong-hwan answered, "Congratulations by the way." The queen smiled in response.

“Would you like to hold him?” Cheoljong asked, just like everyone else, he didn’t seem freaked out at all. Bong-hwan looked at Queen Cheorin (Kim So-yong). As if trying to communicate through the mind, he wanted to know what the heck was going on, why do others seem so chill with him being there? He didn’t get any answer, she just let her husband place their child gently in his arms. Bong-hwan took a moment to have a good look at his face, indeed he inherited all of his parents’ best features. "I can already imagine the number of women who would swoon over him," he jested, “Hey kiddo, let me tell you something…the first lesson you need to learn about life is–” he paused, memories of him as the queen suddenly flooded his mind, from the moment he woke up in Cheorin’s body, to meeting the people whom he had grown to love as family, and most importantly, the long and crazy journey that led them to this moment. They've surely come a long way, and it was such an incredible yet humbling experience.

And it made Bong-hwan feel more...alive.

His expression softened, he has always had a fiery personality, but now he seemed to be calmer, “...Is that it's never short of battles, at times you’ll feel afraid, sad or frustrated, there will even come a point when everything seems hopeless. But believe me when I say that no matter how crappy life can be, one way or another, you will always find something or someone worth living and fighting for, so don’t ever give up okay? I’m rooting for you little prince! Fighting!”

The boy’s parents expressed their gratitude as Bong-hwan handed the baby back to his mother.

“I’m really happy to see you, both of you once more,” he said afterwards.

“I never got to say this, but I’m glad you came Jang Bong-hwan, thank you so much…for everything.”

Bong-hwan shrugged, trying to act cool, "Oh no need to thank me, although I...never got the chance to say goodbye to you the last time, sorry about that," he said, “Come to think of it, I wonder if we’ll ever meet again?”

“You will always be a part of me, just as I will always be a part of you, well…all of us actually. Whichever timeline, lifetime, or part of the world we end up in, one way or another, we are bound to meet once more, I sincerely believe in that.”

The queen gestured Hong-yeon to come forward, the maid handed a box to Bong-hwan, “What is this? A parting gift?”

So-yong chuckled, “You can say that.”

Bong-hwan opened the box and inside was a pin, he remembered it very well, it was the same pin he used to carve out that message in the stone by the lake.

“Keep it,” Cheoljong said, “And when we cross paths again, let’s have a drinking game.”

Bong-hwan smiled and nodded, “I’m looking forward to beating you Cheoljong.”

“So am I Bong-hwan, so am I.”

***

Jang Bong-hwan found himself back in his own room in modern-day Korea the moment he opened his eyes, “What a dream,” he thought. But then, he felt something in his hand, and to his surprise it was the pin the queen gave him. A smile formed on his lips, then he started giggling, and soon enough his laughter filled the entire room, “I am so gonna beat your ass your majesty,” he said. He got out of his bed and got ready for the day, after breakfast he immediately left and drove to the place where it all began. Thankfully, there weren’t many people that day. Bong-hwan knelt in front of the stone by the lake, it had been more than a century since the reign of King Cheoljong and Queen Cheorin, yet it felt good to know that this place still exists until now. He traced his fingers along the writings on the stone, and when no one was looking, Bong-hwan took out the pin, and wrote something:

I came was here for nothing and it was epic

-Jang Bong-hwan

Epilogue (by: Iris)

A/N: This fanfiction is solely based on the show Mr. Queen, and has nothing to do with Korea's history.

I regret not watching the show sooner, it wasn't a light rom-com like I was expecting. Bitch every episode was intense and I enjoyed the roller coaster of emotions this show gave me. This fanfic is one of those that I spent more than a day writing bc I tbh it's just that I'm in that moment when I badly want to write something but I don't fucking know what to write.

I thought about giving Bong-hwan and Cheoljong some moments together, but I wanted Bong-hwan and So-yong to have their moment too. So being the lazy bitch that I am, I just decided to put all three of them together just to make it easier for my brain cells 😜.

#korean drama #mr queen #shin hye sun #kim jung hyun #seol in ah #na in woo #choi jin hyuk #queen cheorin #kim so-yong #king cheoljong #jo hwa jin #lady uibin #kim byeong in #jang bong hwan #go princess go #fanfiction

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22 - Christmas Special (ft. the Grinch) // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin butler x fem!oc warnings: sad fluff, angst, SAD SAD, drugs (pills), physical agression, paranoia, memory loss?, cursing, annoying male territorial shit, teeth rotting christmas presents, 18+ minors mdni

22/?: Austin struggles to wrap gifts alone on christmas eve before spending the next day with Elsie & her suspiciously nice boyfriend. Elsie finds herself atop Austin after opening his gift. Austin is cornered with an unexpected proposition.

prev chapter -> 21 - Blue M&M's see masterlist/summary for background info + chapter log

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(SORRY YES I NEEDED MULTIPLE GIFS SH)

I hope you get your ballroom floor Your perfect house with rose red doors I wish I'd known that less is more But I was passed out on the floor That's the last thing I remember It's been a long lonely December

-AUSTIN-

A mountain of failed gift-wrapping attempts sat next to me as I started what I hoped would be my last one. Smoothing out the foiled paper flush against mahogany slats and carefully placing one of the two vinyl records I’d gotten for Elsie strategically in the middle. A scissor still dangled from my pinky while my palm attempted ease the frustration built up behind my eyeball.

“Okay, it’s fine. I can do this. It’s just wrapping a fucking gift.” I muttered to myself, something I did quite often. When you have to reassure yourself as much as I did, saying the words just in your head got to be inadequate.

Taking a deep breath, I repeated the process I had already done what seemed like a million times – fold (poorly), tape, fold, tape, add a cute ‘to/from’ sticker tag, a bow, then holding it out to admire my handiwork.

Then, paranoia all over again.

My stupid fucking brain.

I tried my best to delicately tear a small corner from the taped gift in order to double check that it was the right record. And obviously, it was the same fucking one as the last ten, but of course it destroyed the wrap job completely.

“Fuck!” I swore, letting out a charged, frustrated groan before chucking the kitchen scissors across the living room floor. Then, ripping the gift wrap off, crumping it into a ball and repeated the action, landing opposite the scissors.

My foolish coping trick was the first line of defense when I attempted to focus on one of the thousand skyscrapers that scattered outside my floor-to-ceiling windows. City glows and holiday twinkles littered the midnight skyline, then a wall of snow flurries poured over the scene. There wasn’t a damn thing out there that interested me enough to stare at to distract me. If anything, the arrogant bustling city only added to my heightened state. My eyes then scanned across the room – the wall, no – the couch, no – the coffee table –

The mug on the coffee table. Elsie’s mug.

Reminding me of how we had spent almost every Christmas Eve together for the past 6 years. Well, we met on Christmas eve and sat in a breakfast diner until about 2 am Christmas morning. But the traditions really began when we moved into our apartment the year after that, sophomore year. We’d find the most pathetic looking evergreen at the closest tree farm and brought it home.

We were both so broke we couldn’t afford real decorations, so we’d buy plastic dollar store ornaments and even made some out of paper. Like kindergarteners we’d get a thick stack of construction paper and create those chain garlands, draping them all over the house. Then on Christmas eve we’d wear tacky matching PJs, make the sweetest hot chocolate with the biggest marshmallows and watch cheesy Christmas movies.

Christmas celebrations with my family were always so chaotic and stressful, full of arguments and tears. But the ones with Elsie were so easy, so fun. I hated Christmas until I met her.

When we finally decided to not renew our lease last year and she moved in with Nox, I packed our decorations away into storage totes, keeping all of them, even the paper ones. I intended to surprise her with them and have her help me decorate this holiday, but then all this shit happened.

And so, here I was staring at her favorite mug that was filled with my futile effort at the hot cocoa tradition, by myself. I out did her in almost every concoction that required a kitchen, but her hot chocolate was one I could never quite replicate. But maybe if I added enough sugar, enough syrup, enough marshmallows, it just might have some aftertaste of hers. I thought it might bring some sort of comfort and festivity to this lonely Christmas eve.

My heart was still thumping and my hands already trembling from the inability to wrap a fucking gift, but I kept staring at that stupid, condescending cup. I lifted it off the table, leaving behind a brown ring on the glass and brought it to my lips. Tipping the entirely full and now cold beverage to my lips, letting the liquid seep past the layer of melted marshmallow. Immediately repulsed at the taste, spitting it out. It was bitter.

“Augh-“ Wiping the liquid off my chin and furrowed my brows at the cup, “What the fuck?”

How the fuck could I have made hot chocolate bitter?

Using my index, I gently pushed the mountain of marshmallow to inspect the drink. It was watery, pitch black and had floating specks. Specks.

Grounds.

The cup was full of coffee. Black fucking coffee.

Right now, that mug was a familiar pest, but I had to weigh out how dangerous it really was. Racing through the steps I took earlier to make this cup, but all I could see was me ripping open an instant hot chocolate pouch, pouring it into the warm milk and mixing it. I thought I could remember even taste testing it to check the sweetness. It was all so real, vivid, tangible.

I had been taking my meds – or at least trying to.

It took a moment before complete and utter descent kicked in.

My chest felt tight, constraining, like an anaconda wrapped around my ribs, and just about every negative emotion a human could feel hit me like a train. Anger, heartache, loathing, sadness, jealousy, frustration, everything. Before I could even process the rumble surging through me, the full cup soared through the air clashing into my white wall. Ceramic shards flying and coffee painting the wall brown.

The sight of it encapsulated everything I was experiencing, the shattered cup a perfect analogy for me and Elsie. Her favorite mug in pieces. Something that was once full of beauty and meaning, now shattered on the ground. The scene reflected my mind as well - broken, fragmented, incapable of being used anymore.

I folded my extended legs into myself when tears began to well in my eyes, pressing my face against my knees and wrapped arms around them. My sobs shaking my entire body and soaked my stupid Christmas pajama pants.

I didn’t know what I was crying about – the frustration of not being able to trust my brain? The inability to wrap a fucking gift because of said brain? The lack of my best friend? or the sheer loneliness of this eve?

The harder I cried the tighter my grip was around myself. It was the hardest I’d cried in a while, maybe even since my dad. But at least I had Elsie then. Now I had to play some fucked up game of chess just to see her on Christmas.

“Okay,” Wiping the tears aggressively with the palms of my hands, “I can do this.” My breaths still rapid and staggered.

The words of my father rang in my ears –

Shut the fuck up, men don’t fucking cry

Only little girls sob like that

Be a fucking man and cut it out

You’re an embarrassment

Why was I relying on a woman to come save me? A woman that wasn’t mine? A woman that didn’t even want me?

Once my cries slowed enough to pull myself up, I went to what I really relied on - arguably worse than any girl. Going straight to the cluster of orange prescription bottles scattered all over the apartment, finding the one I wanted on the granite kitchen counter. I plucked an entire bar and knocked it back with ease.

If I wanted to get those fucking presents wrapped, I needed to do it before the pill entered my system fully.

Unrolling the wrapping paper tube reaching the end, leaving me with just enough to finish. I laid out the metallic paper, placed the records on their respective squares and employed my last resort when I really couldn’t trust my mind. I used my phone to snap several – several pictures of the records, front and back, from all angles. Now, I had concrete proof for myself that they were correct ones. Even with the evidence, I figured out a way to leave a small discrete opening in the back so I would have an extra layer of verification.

As the Xanax began to filter into my mind, I decided it would be a great idea to write a letter to Elsie, basically emotionally dumping whatever I felt in that moment.

Though I hadn’t decided when or if I’d ever let her read it.

I slipped on a pair of dark jeans, getting ready for this stupid fucking group Christmas Elsie had arranged. I didn’t understand why she would even set this up, why she pushed us to get along - but whatever it was important to her.

What I couldn’t wrap my head around was why Nox allegedly wanted to apologize, I knew he wasn’t sorry. I hypothesized that it was all Elsie’s puppeteering, and we were just her dolls on dangling strings.

Regardless, it felt a lot like a minefield. I wasn’t much of a people person, I avoided them as much as humanly possible. Though, that was difficult being in the industry I was in. But people like Nox always kept me on my toes, they reminded me so much of my dad. I loathed the juvenile mind games and territorial rivalry.

Nox was convinced I wanted something that wasn’t mine. It was as simple as that. I suppose this fence mending dinner was the perfect time to prove him wrong. I could wave a white flag and call for a ceasefire. I shouldn’t have to fucking tip toe around my best friend of six years just because of some fucking asshole. As much of a shitty thought it was, I knew they wouldn’t last.

He was temporary, I wasn’t.

I piled gifts in my arms. The gift wrap crinkling around the two flat presents reminded me of my last-minute verification method. I lifted the tiny hidden opening at the back to check the record, then pulling out my phone to match them to what was in my hands. This process delayed me quite a bit – about 20 minutes late as I kept going back between the two pieces of reassuring evidence. Before I left, I poured some white tablets into my palm, deciding to snap one in half and swallowing it dry. I couldn’t be too out of it in front of her, especially not on Christmas.

After a knock, I anxiously waited for Elsie to open the door. The most enthusiastic smile plastered on her face when it finally cracked. “Yay you’re finally here!” She exclaimed before even fully opening the door. Joyful arms squeezed around me, filling my nose with a strong peppermint scent, “Merry Christmas Austin!”

Hm, Austin. Not Aus or Aust or Austie. I wonder fuckin why.

Even though ‘Austie’ was the lamest fucking one, it was my favorite. I’d do whatever she wanted when she used it. She could ask me to bring her lava and I’d figure out how some way to gather some for her, even it singed me, even if I came back to her looking like Deadpool.

She wore a short, strapless red dress with scrunched sleeves just off her shoulders, a black corset tied around her waist. It almost resembled a pirate’s dress. Her hair curled and topped with reindeer antlers. A sudden flash of her on my couch in my oversized shirt using my lap as her own personal toy-

Thank god for Nox appearing because my eyes and thoughts would’ve lingered much longer. He crossed from the kitchen. His outfit much like mine, black jeans, black shirt. Except Elsie had just plopped a Santa hat on my head. “Nox won’t wear one.” She glared over at him with a pout.

And of course, I would, right? Because I do all the things he doesn’t, right? Including making her fucking come. Must be nice to have your cake and eat it too. I’d like to have just one fucking decent slice of cake. The abrupt rumble of resentment told me maybe this Christmas special was a mistake.

“Hey man, I just wanted to say sorry about… well everything.” He gave me the stereotypical ‘bro’ handshake. I didn’t believe a word that man said, but this time it did seem genuine. Perhaps he did have some sense knocked into him from having the best thing that could ever happen to him ripped away, even temporarily.

“It’s alright, I’m sorry too.” My best attempt at a cordial apology.

“Okay okay! Presents!” Elsie broke the tense air, clapping excitedly.

My brain already began to slow down thanks to the meds and suddenly, the idea of this didn’t seem so bad, maybe even fun. That sense was fleeting though when she went to grasp my hand but promptly drew away, probably remembering her boyfriend was right fucking there.

Funny how this worked - her instinctively reaching for my hand and the word ‘baby’ swirling at the tip of my tongue. The memories from a couple weeks ago looping in my brain – the dressing room, truth or dare, dancing, couch, eating, cuddling.

They seemingly just no longer existed. They didn’t mean anything, they never happened.

The fucking close call clause.

Did they mean anything? Did they mean anything to her? Did they mean anything to me?

A jarring twist in my chest suggested that they might mean something - or it might be because she was completely unaffected.

But it was wrong, the twist wasn’t any of those things, I was just fucking angry.

The close call clause was in place for a reason, for this exact reason. And normally it would be relieving, but for some reason it no longer felt like a safety net. As if what we did had burned a hole straight through the web, and I was falling through it.

Falling into what exactly?

She led us to the sloppily decorated tree, surely because she wasn’t home for so long or because she didn’t have me to help her. And I knew Nox wasn’t one to assist in any sort of festivities. “C’mon,” She tapped the ground next to her looking at me, “Sit.” But naturally, Nox stole the seat. So, I chose to sit to the other side of her, further away.

Nox and I exchanged gifts first. It’s always awkward when you’re required to get gifts for people you don’t really know.

Shocker, we got each other the same things – Amazon gift cards.

She excitedly handed over a small container to Nox. He opened the box revealing a luxury designer watch, silver with a navy face. “Oh, thank you baby.”

‘Baby’

A sharp jab pierced through me as the memory of calling her that rolled across my brain. It didn’t sound right when he said it, it sounded like a lie. But I guess I was lying too, since I only ever managed to call her that when I wanted to be inside her.

“Do you like it?” She chirped, straightening up like a little kid giving their parents a finger painting.

“Yeah of course.” Wrapping his arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple.

I studied him, this was a reconciliation dinner after all. I wanted to know if it was genuine, picking apart every word, tone and gesture. It appeared authentic – so fucking bland, but authentic. Perhaps that’s why she’d get so wrapped up in him, he could just act this way and she was pliable in his hands again.

“Your turn Austin!” She shot up from the floor, “Wait here! Close your eyes!”

My eyebrows scrunched watching her scurry away across the grey carpet. What could she possibly have gotten me to require this song and dance? I glanced over at Nox, sensing his anger but keeping a pokerface. A stupid, happy, festive pokerface. Any other time, her cheerful excitement would wrap me in a fluffy warm cloud but even with the Xan beginning to kick in, I was still just unnecessarily fuming. Nonetheless, I closed my eyes as instructed and waited for her.

Some fumbling came from the other side of the apartment before I sensed her next to me. “Okay! Open!” I was almost afraid to look, any tiny misstep threatened to set Nox off.

Cracking my left eye before opening both wide. She stood there with a vintage guitar, one I had been searching for - for years. I think I had only ever mentioned this guitar to her once. During one of our first trips to our college diner, before I even learned how to play.

“I- Oh my god Elsie.” In complete awe of the wooden instrument.

“I know your new role has some music parts, I thought this might help.” She beamed at me, wider than with Nox’s gift. Her green eyes brighter than they were with him.

“Wow- um you really didn’t have to do this.” Leaning forward my fingers tracing the smooth, worn curves. “How did you even know?”

“I pay attention.” Shrugging and giving me the soft kind smile that always seemed to melt me.

That was my Elsie. Not whatever artificial shell of a human Nox turns her into. How can you see her, who she is, her heart and treat her the way he does? Why would you want to change her?

“I’m, just wow. It’s beautiful Elsie, thank you so much.”

She didn’t need to ask me if I liked it. She knew.

She rested the guitar across the couch before coming back to sit down. Nox handed his present to her, a generic teardrop diamond necklace. But she acted like it was the best thing on the planet. Probably because it was the nicest gift he’d ever given her.

Her arms wrapped around his waist nuzzling into him, “Thanks babe.” She shined, “It’s so pretty!” The way her eyes flickered up at him broke completely through the calm lull of my high, for some reason making me more furious, livid even. The sort of fierce anger that I’d only ever felt when disgusting men would hit on my girlfriends at bars and clubs.

But as her delicate fingers unraveled the thin chain from the box handing it to him to place around her neck, it brought another sensation. His tattooed hands gently laid the silver necklace on her accentuated collarbones and clasped it at the back. The same ferocious feeling came but beneath a different filter. It was like someone took the arteries in my beating heart, wrapped them around the thumping muscle, then tied them in strangling knots.

Why?

Wanting to fuck her was one thing but wanting to put some cliché necklace around her neck? That was different. I didn’t fucking like that feeling. That was the worst one yet.

“Are ya gonna keep me waiting or what?” She joked, leaning out of Nox’s arm to lightly smack my own. It was only then that I realized my stare had stayed on them when my thoughts ran rampant. I glanced over at Nox, finding an expected displeased look.

“Oh, Oh yeah sorry.” I twisted behind myself and picked up the poorly wrapped slender boxes, stealthily peeling the paper back to ease my doubt one last time before handing them over to her. Coincidentally I had also gotten her something had long been on her ‘in search of’ list. “Alright well, I’m not sure I’ll be able to top that, but I hope this comes close.”

Her dainty fingers followed the edges of the wrapped presents then tucking a soft chocolate curl behind her ear. From the gift’s shape it was pretty obvious that they were vinyls, but she was probably assuming they were some new albums, thinking something like Taylor Swift or Halsey. She gently tore the wrapping paper seeing only the corner and letting out a gasp already able to tell what it was, “Austin!”

Elsie loved old music (hence the Cher guilty pleasure) but an even bigger love than Cher was-

“Oh my god it’s Elvis!” Then followed what could only be described as an ear-piercing screech. “Aaahhh!” Almost as if she flew off the ground and pummeled me to the floor (still screaming) knocking all the wind out from my lungs. The spirit of the king must’ve certainly been in her at that moment because my god, I’d never seen anyone move that fast. It was what I imagine parents experience when they give their kids Harry Styles tickets, just ear drum shattering screaming and ‘thank you’s.

The records I got her were antique Elvis vinyls, originals from his very first albums. They cost me an arm and a leg, literally, an absurd amount of money I didn’t even want to say outloud - but this reaction was worth it.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” She hugged me tight, her body on top of me and then, at just at the right angle away from Nox, she smushed my face in her hands and planted an aggressive smooch on my cheek. Yep, those expensive little plastic discs were worth this. And if her looming boyfriend wasn’t just feet away, I don’t think I could’ve restrained from pulling her on top of me in that skimpy dress.

Once her spirit returned to her body she promptly recoiled, regaining composure in front of a visibly irritated Nox. “Oh- I’m so sorry everyone.” She chuckled, nervously playing with her fingers, “I just got really excited.”

My slowed body struggled to pull myself upright again. I didn’t need to look up to know what Nox’s reaction was like this time. Fucking Elsie, with an antic like that I could very well get my ass kicked, for real this time.

“Well.” He cleared his throat sending a rumble through the apartment, “That was eventful.”

“I- Yeah, sorry, I know you don’t like when I get loud like that.” Her voice now shy, hidden and her attention on her hands as they smoothed out the plastic that covered the vintage record.

My jaw clenched and fists tightened hearing her shrink herself down for him. That’s when I turned my now fuming eyes at him, his nearly black ones already on me. No surprise that they matched my energy, his girlfriend just tackled me to the ground, screaming. I knew that was something she wasn’t doing with him, in any context. She certainly didn’t restrain from being loud with me when my head was between her thighs, and I definitely didn’t mind.

Then in the most terrifying switch, one I visibly saw in his eyes, he shifted. He confirmed it when he flashed a pleasant grin. “I just didn’t know you liked Elvis so much babe.” Was this man not dating her? Did he even know the color of her eyes?

The buzzing of her explaining to him how much she loved the king of rock and roll faded to the background as the full weight of the drug kicked in. I brought my hand up to touch the searing remnants on my cheek from where she placed her lips. It only made me realize that through all of the shit we did at my house – the dancing, the touching, the couch – we never kissed. Not once. She never even kissed my neck. I didn’t kiss hers either. My mouth did touch her, but never a kiss.

So maybe she was right, it never happened. Nothing happened. We never even kissed.

It’s not like we were having some illicit affair, but I still felt like a secret.

She wasn’t mine to kiss. She wasn’t mine to fuck. She wasn’t mine to want. She wasn’t mine to have. She wasn’t mine at all. She was his. And as much as the thought of it nauseated me, it was the harsh reality.

They ordered take out Chinese. Although Elsie and I protested since people shouldn’t be working on Christmas, but Nox insisted. Elsie passed a white and red carton to me.

“So, Elsie tells me that you landed that one role?” Nox asked, proving that he didn’t listen to a word she said since she just gave me an entire guitar for it. I believed his apology earlier but after the gift exchange I became hyperaware of any word he said.

My decelerated mind took a moment to process. “Yeah, yeah.” Scooping out some lo mein onto my plate. “It’s not that big really, but definitely bigger than any other role I’ve had.” He just nodded and I passed the carton to him. “She told me that you just got a promotion too?” Nox worked in some business office, typical former fratboy pipeline.

“Yeah, it’s been great. More money but of course more responsibility.”

I glanced over to Elsie, who looked like a parent who was monitoring siblings getting along. A part of me wanted to play nice and keep a smile on her face, the other part wanted to end the dinner there, tell Nox off and leave.

The sinking paranoia from earlier took a front seat as my gaze stayed on her as if some subtle gesture would confirm or deny the authenticity of our transgressions. If it had all been imaginary then any stirred feelings were just that, delusions. It would make all of this so much easier. It was then that felt a pair of eyes boring into me, realizing that lost in my own thoughts my stare never left Elsie.

Excruciatingly uncomfortable small talk swirled back and forth between us the entire dinner.

In a bustle while cleaning up Nox bumped into Elsie spilling red wine all over her dress. She immediately left to get the stain out, he didn’t offer to help, and I certainly wasn’t going to, seeing as I didn’t have a death wish. I made my way to the kitchen to help clean up, wanting to keep busy in an effort to avoid any awkward small talk with Nox.

Almost in the instant she left the room, the brooding raven-haired male was in my face, grasping my shirt with a fist and shoving me back, this time against the counter. Fucking Elsie, I knew her little show with the gifts would land me here. “Listen here fucker, I’m sick of you filling her head up with bullshit.” His voice dark, only slightly different from his normal voice. The angular edges of his face seemed even sharper.

“Bullshit?” I questioned, “What the fuck are you talking about?” God this was so ridiculous. We’re grown adults, why was I being thrown around like a rag doll over some stolen glances. But with the high that weighed down my limbs, I had nothing in my arsenal to fight back.

“You with your fake mental shit, your ‘hallucinations’. Telling her you saw me fucking cheating?” Ramming his boney fist into my sternum. “I know you’re just doing it so she’ll come to your rescue, so she’ll leave me for you.” His eyebrows furrowed with intimidation, creating deep wrinkles between them.

“They’re not fucking fake, I’m fucked up in the head, obviously.” Regarding him with a sneer. “I don’t need rescuing for her to come to me.”

“I see the way you look at her.” Thankfully not catching onto my sly jab.

“I don’t know what y—" Going to protest.

He shoved me back again, his fist tightening around my shirt, and each knuckle making itself known. “She told me about your little game of truth or dare.”

Truth or dare – she only told him about truth or dare. And thank god because I’d probably be dead in a dumpster by now if he knew the rest.

I blinked up at him, “She told you?”

“Oh, you bet she did. I knew her touch was different, now I know why.”

She touched him differently? After us?

“What the fuck do you mean different? Nothing even happened.” Practically spitting his face.

“She hasn’t wanted put out since she came home from you.” Causing a vein to pop out of his forehead.

Who the fuck says ‘put out’?

“Well, that’s not my fucking fault, maybe you’re just shitty in bed.” His thick bushy brows lowered and forced me back into the cold, sharp granite edge.

Maybe my mouth had fucked some sense into her.

I beat him to it before he had a chance to explode, “I don’t fucking want her Nox.” A guilt pulsed like a lie. “She’s yours.”

He ignored me, “Now here’s what going to happen.” growling just inches from my face, his expression twisted into a threat, “I’m gonna introduce you to my friend, and you’re going to like her, and you’re going to leave my fucking girlfriend alone.”

“And why the hell would I do whatever fucked up scheme that is?” Countering his insane demands. What normal person creates such a calculated plan. And what the fuck did that mean, his ‘friend’ and ‘you’re going to like her’. What, was he pimping me out to some random bitch?

The grip on my shirt only constricted, tightening the cotton around my chest, “Because I know your little secret.”

“And what would that be?” I scoffed.

“Your bloodshot eyes and giant pupils. Your heavy, slow movements. Your slurred words.” Tone pitched with prideful blackmail. He was right, the only reason I wasn’t trying to escape was because moving was too much effort. “It’s honestly shocking that your so called ‘best friend’ can’t tell that you’re fucking strung out.”

I hadn’t thought about it that way. Even though I was hiding it from her, and I didn’t want her to know – actually hearing it caused me to view it in a different light. If I was obvious enough for Nox to notice, how didn’t she? How could I notice her every tiny gesture, but she couldn’t even tell I was high?

“You follow the plan, and you’ll have an endless supply of whatever fix you want.” He cushioned the appeal of this ridiculous plot.

Endless supply – now that was a thought. I could tell that my doctor was starting to get suspicious, I was only a couple more requested early refills before she’d cut me off.

Eyebrows furling up at him with curiosity, “And how exactly would you do that?”

“Ah, so I got your attention,” His lips curving into an arrogant smirk, “The how is none of your concern.”

I analyzed him, searching for any explanation of how exactly he’d have unlimited access to supposedly whatever I wanted. My silence must’ve answered some silent trick question since he followed with,

“I knew you’d sell out your little crush for some pills.” Heaving me once more into the counter coaxing an audible wince when the edge dug into my hipbones, “You see, me and you are more alike than you think. We both rely on things we shouldn’t. We both love the same thing – except that thing only loves one of us back.”

Love?

Heavy eyes rounded at his words, more surprised at the visceral sting through my gut. I knew if I took any more time to unpack it, he’d suspect it meant something else.

“For the last fucking time, we are just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. There is nothing is fucking going on, you’re just fucking delusional.”

“No, you’re the one who’s delusional to think she’d ever chose you over me, that she’d ever love you.”

The sting returned, this time followed by rage. Though I was unsure what I was angry at, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t the sender, just the messenger. My nails dug into my curled fists, “It’s going to hurt her, being away from me. You know that.”

“Yeah, and I’ll be there to take care of her. I’ll be the one to save her.” That was it, wasn’t it. He didn’t like how it made him jealous, that she came to me more than him.

“I’m not doing it.” I stated simply, taking any ounce of composure to mask the brewing fury.

“Well, if you don’t go along with it, I’ll tell her you relapsed.”

And there it was. I hadn’t wanted to say it. And he said it with such ease, when I couldn’t even admit it to myself. If I said it out loud it’d make it real. But it was already fucking real.

But it was my secret and Elsie couldn’t know. I didn’t need her to know. There was still a part of me that believed I had it under control, that I could stop if I wanted. As long as I could get myself clean without her ever finding out, it would never hurt her. And I wouldn’t have to burden her again.

Aside from the relapse, it was probably a good idea to stay away from her. Ever since Thanksgiving week, things hadn’t been the same. At least not for me. I couldn’t get her out of my head - her in my clothes, in my bed, in my arms. In my fucking lap.

It was eating away at me, even more than the drugs. The only thing harder than accepting my relapse was the realization that I had to push her away. I thought I could just stifle, push, stomp, burn it out - but today showed me that was impossible. It was too confusing, it hurt too much to be around her.

I had to do this stupid fucking scheme.

Next Chapter -> 23 - Comeback Special (Christmas Pt. 2)*

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In My Heart is a Christmas Tree Farm

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Summary:

Annabeth, Conner, and Travis plan on going home for the holidays, but Annabeth dreads having to face her parents and their opinions on her relationships, work, and just life in general. She intends on getting someone to go with her for the trip to pretend to be her boyfriend so she won’t have to suffer all Christmas vacation listening to her parents complain. That’s when she meets Percy…

-Chapter 3-

Annabeth spent the next morning laying on her couch, drink hot chocolate, and eating sweets. She felt her phone buzz and she grabbed it off of the coffee table. She was surprised at who was calling her

“Hello?” She said

“So when am I picking you up?” Percy asked

“I never said anything about picking me up?” Annabeth said confused.

“Well you invited me to your friends game night, so the least I can do is walk with you.” He says

“Oh, um around 3:45?” She says smiling

“I’ll be there wise girl” he says and hangs up

She then realizes that he doesn’t even know where she lives.

Annabeth: I didn’t even tell you where to pick me up at

Coolest guy ever to exist: well duh but I know what building you live in so I’ll just meet you outside

Annabeth: sounds good

Annabeth: oh and I forgot to tell you, it’s kind of our tradition to wear pjs to these game nights. And tonight’s theme is Christmas pjs so you better show up in something amazing

As Annabeth settled back into the couch she gets another call

“What Conner” she says irritated

“Jeez, love you too Annabae” he says laughing

“Sorry I’m just trying to relax.”

“Okay well you can wait a second.” Conner says

“Okay Conner what’d you need?” She asked

“Who’s this guy that you’re bringing tonight.” Conner asks

“His name is Percy, the one that I asked you about last night.” Annabeth says as she gets up and rinses out her mug

“Okay… how’d you two meet.” He asks

“Well two days ago we bumped into eachother and he spilled coffee down shirt on accident.” Annabeth goes onto explaining yesterdays events

“Awww has Annabae finally found her true love.” He says laughing

“Conner shut the fuck up before I come over to your house and shove your own foot up your ass” Annabeth says

“Whatever Annabae you know you love me.”

“Bye conner” she says and hangs up roller her eyes

Annabeth watches another movie and then start getting ready. She’s wearing a Christmas sweater that says “Where’s my Ho at” with ornaments and slowflakes all over it, and plaid pajama pants with Ugg slippers. As she tends to her hair she checks the time. It’s only 3:14 so she still has plenty of time. As she gets ready she turns on Christmas music.

Once she’s finally ready she grabs her jacket and heads out of the door. As she walks out of the smartens complex she sees Percy. In a Rudolph onesie. And it has lights all over it.

She starts laughing at him as he walks up to her.

“What are you laughing at wise girl.” He says smiling

“You dummy, I love your onesie.” She says still laughing.

As they walk over to pipers house Annabeth explains who everyone In the friend group is.

“So first there’s Piper obviously. She is beautiful, and she has a good sense of humor. She’s a literal queen at putting together these game nights so be prepared to be dazzled.” She says

“I’m very prepared.” Percy says

“Then there’s Jason, her boyfriend. He’s pretty smart but doesn’t have much of a sense of humor and sometimes takes things too seriously. But he’s a really good guy.”

“Okay…”

“Then there’s Leo. I don’t even know how to explain Leo. He is basically a little kid in an adult body. He makes way to many jokes and can rarely ever take anything seriously. He also physically can’t sit still so he moves around a lot. You too would definitely get along ”

“Hey!” He says with a smile and lightly pushes her arm

“Then there’s Frank. Frank is a super chill guy. He’s a quiet dude. He looks really scary but is really a bit teddy bear.”

“And then Hazel is Franks girlfriend. She’s really sweet and baked most of the food at the game nights. She’s a really good artist too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And then there Conner… he’s super chill, and he’s funny. But don’t get on his bad side. He’s also kinda protective of me since I’m like his little sister.”

“Noted”

As they approach pipers apartment Annabeth gets exited. She hasn’t seen her friends for weeks now.

“Also I might wanna warn you, they will probably make some stupid jokes. Just ignore them though okay?” Annabeth says

“Okay. You ready?”

“Yep” Annabeth says opening the door.

Leo, Jason, Piper and Conner were already there. Piper was in the kitchen warming up mugs of hot chocolate. Leo, Jason and Conner were all in the living room playing a racing game on Jason’s Xbox.

Piper was wearing a Santa hat, with a red tank top and plaid pants like Annabeth’s.

Jason was wearing a Santa Claus onesie.

Leo, because he was Leo, decided to wear a Santa hat, a shirt that says “Ask about my big tree” with a plastic Christmas lights necklace and pants that had grinch heads all over them.

And Conner had a penguin onesie on.

“Hey guys!” Annabeth says as Piper runs up to give her a hug.

“Annabeth! Finally I havnt seen you in so long.” Piper says

“I know it’s been a busy few weeks.” Annabeth says as she sets down her bag

“And who’s this?” Piper says looking at Percy.

“This is Percy, Percy this is Piper.”

As they shake hands Jason, Leo, and Conner all come into the kitchen.

“You must be Percy, love your onesie man I’ve heard lots about you.” Conner says as he shakes Percy’s hand.

“Conner what are you even talking about I didn’t tell you he was even coming until today.” Annabeth says blushing.

“I know Annabae I’m just playing around.” Conner says

Leo and Jason both introduced themselves to Percy. Fifteen minutes later Frank and Hazel walk in with boxes of cakes cupcakes cookies and more. As they set up the food table Annabeth went into the living room to help pick out the first game.

“Percy, how do you feel about monopoly?” Leo asked with a smirk.

“I don’t think he’s ready to play monopoly with you and Piper yet Leo.” Annabeth says laughing

“Why not wise girl?” Percy asked

“You’ll see” she says grabbing the monopoly box and opening it.

After hours of yelling, cussing, monopoly prices flying everywhere, and Leo jumping across the table at Frank, Hazel and Frank end up leaving.

“Yeah I guess it’s time for us to leave too,” Annabeth says

As her and Percy walk home Annabeth figures that it’s time to ask him.

“Percy?” She says suddenly nervous

“Yes?” He says

“Um so tomorrow Travis Conner and I are leaving to go back home for the holiday, and um-“ she cuts off

“Spit it out wise girl” he says laughing

“Well my parents are always telling me to get a boyfriend and stuff so I was just wondering if you would want to ya know go with us to Colorado and pretend to be my boyfriend.” Annabeth says really fast.

“I could think of some worse things than spending the week with you.” He says smiling.

She looks down blushing.

“I’ll just have to find a ticket tonight. And let my mom know I won’t be here for Christmas.”

“Okay are you sure? I mean I could pay for your ticket if you want.” Annabeth says

“Of course wise girl. And no it’s fine I’ll pay for my own ticket. Like what could be so bad about visiting your parents?” Percy says as they make it to her apartment.

“Oh you don’t even know.” Annabeth says with a small apologetic smile.

As she gets into bed that night she texts Percy.

Annabeth: our flight is at 11:00 am tmr

Coolest guy ever to exist: okay I’m booking a ticket right now

Annabeth: ok are you sure I can’t buy it for you

Coolest guy ever to exist: I’m sure Annabeth. I’ll see you tmr bright and early.

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