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lavendertom · 6 months

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My Favorite Prize

Mike Schmidt x f!Reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: none! just fluff and fun 🤗

so this is my first time ever writing a fic and posting it, so apologies if it isn’t great and has mistakes, i just felt so drawn to this idea i had to attempt to write it! i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

this is kind of an au where nothing bad ever happened to the pizzeria (i’m an optimist if u can’t tell), mike still has the security job there, but it’s all good vibes bc he deserves happiness :’) basically just mike, abby, and reader having a fun day out at freddy’s ☺️

also was written w a female reader in mind, but i don’t think there’s any explicit use of she/her pronouns so do what you will with that

keeping this intro short as possible, but i’ll include another a/n at the end!

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You would’ve never thought that taking a babysitting job for a neighbor down your street would lead to some of the best memories you’ve ever had. Not to mention it also led to you and Mike, your boyfriend, meeting each other.

Naturally, you spend a lot of time with Mike and especially his sister, Abby, who you’ve been babysitting for about 6 months now. Your bond with her feels like so much more than just being her babysitter, even more so after starting to date Mike. You are always more than happy to do all kinds of activities with her, even if you’re “off the job.” After all, you’re at the house almost everyday now.

“Can we please go to Freddy’s today? I’ve been collecting quarters for months now, I want to use them!” Abby begged as you, her, and Mike finished your breakfast.

“I’m sure your brother doesn’t want to go to work over the weekend, but I can take you if you really want to go.” you said with a smile as you got up to wash off your plate.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t want to join in on this?” Mike asked looking back at you.

“You need a break, Mike.” you answered. “You stay home and rest, Abby and I will go. Plus it’s your job, you don’t want to be thinking about work over the weekend. I don’t mind taking her, trust me.” You often needed to remind him it was okay to stay home and rest. He works his ass off, mostly to provide for Abby, but also because he can’t help but spoil you as well. Even if you didn’t need anything, he still cared too much.

“Please y/n!” Abby shouted from her seat. “Let Mike come too. It will be extra fun then!”

“Yeah, y/n.” Mike said, giving you that look you couldn’t say no to. You looked into those brown eyes, shaking your head smiling.

“Okay, okay,” you responded laughing at the siblings, “let’s go then.”

The three of you piled into Mike’s sedan. On the way there, you and Abby sang some of her favorite Disney tunes, occasionally getting Mike to sing a line or two.

When you arrived, Abby immediately ran up to the stage of three animatronic animals who were singing and dancing. You and Mike followed behind, hand in hand. The pizzeria was full of children playing games, eating pizza, and running around doing whatever kids do.

“I don’t know why she loves those damn robots so much.” Mike said as the two of you walked in. “They’re creepy.”

“I think it’s cute.” you replied. “I think it’d be fun to hang out with them sometime, you know? Like, play arcade games with them, eat some pizza. I mean, you practically have a sleepover with them every night, Mike.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you had to be their guardian every night.” he said sarcastically.

“I don’t buy it, you love them.” you responded, squeezing his hand. He gave you a dramatic eye roll and you couldn’t help but giggle at him. You finally caught up to Abby, finding the girl still in awe of the animatronic show. “Alright Abby, what are we doing first?”

The girl thought for a moment, until her eyes lit up and that mischievous little smirk she makes was on her face. “Skee ball competition.”

“What does the winner get?” Mike asked.

“If I win, you have to get me ice cream for dessert.” She replied confidently. She always knew what she wanted, and she was gonna get it no matter what.

“And what if I win?” you asked.

“Then Mike has to get you a prize.” She replied grinning at the two of you.

“Why’s it always me who has to pay the price?” he asked. Abby already began skipping towards the arcade games.

“You’re the one who asked.” you replied giving him a shrug. “And by the way, I’m so winning this.”

“Yeah?” he asked smirking as the two of you followed Abby. “What if I win? What do I get?”

“I guess something can be arranged if you win.”

“Well you better start thinking of something because there won’t be an ‘if I win’, just a when I win.”

The three of you found the skee ball games, each picking a lane to play on. You all agreed whoever had the most points after three rounds of playing was the winner. Abby decided she would count down before shouting “go!” and the game was on. Surprisingly, Abby did very well, and the game ended with a win for Abby, and a draw between you and Mike for second place.

“I win!” Abby shouted jumping up and down before giving Mike a hug. “Now you have to get me ice cream for dessert!” You couldn’t help but smile at the two, their bond was unlike any other.

“Okay, okay, Abby!” he said with a laugh as Abby pulled away from him. “But before that, it looks like y/n and I have a tie to break.”

“Oh, we’re doing this now huh?” you said, crossing your arms. “You can’t stand a draw?”

“I was told there would be prizes and I am not letting my efforts go to waste.”

“Okay, fine, best of three wins.” You grabbed a handful of quarters out of the cup sitting on edge of the game.

“Ready to lose, sweetheart?”

What he didn’t realize was Abby slowly making her way towards your skee ball lane, silently noting she was on your side.

“Don’t get so ahead of yourself, babe.” you said with a playful scoff. What ensued after was the best mix of chaos and fun.

You and Abby were both trying to throw as many balls as you could in the somewhat small skee ball lane. The two of you were laughing at how terribly it ended up working out. Mike finally realized the team you two had formed to which he kept playfully shoving the balls out of your hands, while somehow still maintaining control of his own with his other hand. By the end, you were so out of breath from not only playing the competitive game, but laughing at the madness that occurred.

“I can’t believe you let Mike win, y/n!” Abby said, sounding more upset than she should’ve been.

“I would never let your brother purposely beat me at a game of skee ball.” you said, still out of breath. “He sabotaged the game!” you shouted, giving him a knowing look while pointing an accusing finger at him.

“I believe I deserve some sort of prize for my victory.” he responded smirking as he stood looking at you with his arms crossed.

You finally caught your breath as you looked into his brown eyes, then down to his lips which still held the small smirk. You walked closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you stood on your tip toes to place a soft, small kiss on his lips. He put his hands around your waist, pulling you in just a bit. You could feel him smile, and you did too, letting out a small laugh.

“I’m still here you know.” Abby said, making you both turn to face her, still standing by the skee ball lane. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the two of you showing affection, but you knew deep down it made her happy. After all, she was the one who got you guys to realize your feelings for each other. “So am I getting my ice cream or not?”

“How could I forget.” Mike said sarcastically to his sister, giving her a small smile. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you stood next to him. “Does pizza sound good for dinner?”

“Of course, but don’t you dare forget her ice cream. She’s scary when she gets mad.” you said that last part in a whisper just loud enough for Abby to hear.

“Hey!” she shouted, knowing you guys were messing with her.

“Believe me, I know.” Mike said, ruffling his sister’s hair as they all made their way to the dining room.

The three of you enjoyed a delicious pizza dinner at Freddy Fazbear’s, making sure not to forget Abby’s ice cream she so rightfully earned. Before you left for home, Abby traded in some of her tickets for prizes at the prize counter. She ended up choosing a Bonnie plushie and a little Freddy keychain. She had been working towards collecting all of the Fazbear plushies, having just a few more left to complete the collection.

“Today was so fun!” Abby squealed as the three of you left, her Bonnie plush in hand.

“It was pretty fun.” you said smiling, taking in the final sights, sounds, and smells of the pizzeria as you walked out the doors. The three of you somehow ended up spending most of the day there, continuing to play games and eat tons of pizza.

“You know what, I think we should do this more often.” Mike chimed in.

“Really?” you said, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah. I know it’s technically work, but this was really fun. Thanks for letting me tag along, y/n.” he held onto your hand again.

“Don’t just thank me, Abby was the one who really convinced me to let you join us.”

“I find that extremely hard to believe.” he said while bumping his shoulder into yours.

“Fine, you’re kinda fun too I guess.”

“Just kinda?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe a little more than kinda.” you admitted. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as you reached his car.

“Y/n?” Abby asked.

“Yes Abby?” you replied.

She took the Freddy keychain out of her pocket, handing it to you. “This is for you, since you never got a prize for winning skee ball. And because you’re my favorite.”

You nearly teared up at the gesture. A huge smile had come across your face.

“Abby, you are too sweet. Thank you.” you said as you held the small keychain in your hand, giving her a hug.

At the last second you decided to pull Mike into your hug, savoring every moment of having your two favorite people right by your side. “You guys are my favorite prize.”

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A/N

i hope y’all enjoyed :) depending how well this is received i may consider writing more for mike and whatnot. hopefully it didn’t feel too long, once i start writing i can’t really stop myself. don’t be afraid to lmk ur thoughts in the comments!

i thought we needed more of these kinds of fics for those of us who had our inner child healed from the fnaf movie. these r my fav kind of fics and there just isn’t enough of them 🫶

if ur one to listen to music while reading, i recommend the first 4 songs off of Mylo Xyloto by coldplay. that’s exactly what went thru my mind while writing. 🤗

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 3 months

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Boyfriend x reader

I was thinking about this the other day

You and Boyfriend were on your way to the nearby arcade, as that was what Boyfriend had suggested for your date. You had agreed to it, since you’re usually the one to come up with ideas for your dates, so now you two were going to the arcade. You could tell Boyfriend was excited, as he would occasionally give your hand a little squeeze here and there, and you could just see the look of excitement on his face, which you thought was absolutely adorable.

It didn’t take very long for you two to reach the arcade, as it was fairly close to your house. The first thing you did was get tokens to play the games, before you start walking around, taking in the sights of all the machines and lights.

“What do you want to play first, Boyfriend?” You asked the blue haired boy who was walking beside you, taking in the sights as well before turning to face you. He thought about it for a moment, taking his hand back so he could sign to you,

“I’m not too sure yet, let’s keep looking around.” You nodded in agreement as you kept walking for a few moments before seeing a classic Frogger game.

“Holy cannoli I have not played this in so long.” You went over to the machine, Boyfriend right behind you. He tilts his head slightly, as if asking if you want to play it.

“Sure, I may as well since I’m right here.” He smiled faintly and nodded in response, giving you an encouraging “beep” as you insert a token into the arcade machine before playing the game. Boyfriend watched you as you played, you concentrating on getting each frog to the other side. You were doing pretty well so far, getting past the first three levels with only one life lost so far. Boyfriend was silently cheering you on as to not break your concentration. You occasionally had to stop and get an idea of your next move, but that was what cost you your second life.

“Dammit.” You mumbled as you were sent back to the beginning, Boyfriend giving you a light pat on your shoulder.

“Well at least i still have one life left. Let’s see how far i can get with it.” You continued playing the game, getting further than you had thought with just the one life left. You had gotten to level fourteen before you had lost the last life.

“Shoot, well, i did better than i had thought i would.” You laughed a bit, looking over at your blue haired boyfriend, who nodded in agreement.

“Do you want to play something else now?” He signed to you. You nodded, taking his hand into yours once more after collecting your tickets of course.

“Alright, let’s see what else is here.” You two went around the arcade, playing a few more games together such as skee ball, which you found out Boyfriend is surprisingly really good at, and a few other arcade machines such as pac man and a couple fighting games. As you were making your way to the next game to play, Boyfriend stopped suddenly, which caught your attention. You looked over at him, and once he noticed you looking at him, he pointed over to another game. Not just any game, but a dance dance revolution (or other similar rhythm game of choice).

“You want to play this one, Boyfriend?” He immediately nodded and brought you over to the game, stepping up to play the game. You just decide to stand by and watch, as you’re not the best at rhythm games, but you know Boyfriend loves them and is really good at them, so you decide to watch him play.

After a few moments of deciding on a song, he pressed play. You knew exactly what song he chose: (song of choice). It was one of your favorites, so of course he chose that one. You smiled faintly as the song started, you tapping your foot along to the beat of the song.

As Boyfriend played through the song, a small crowd began to gather around, after seeing how well Boyfriend was playing. You had noticed the crowd starting to gather around, but Boyfriend didn’t seem to notice, as he looked rather focused on the game.

“Look at him go..!”

“That’s amazing,”

“He’s doing so well!” You heard a few of them say. It wasn’t until the song finished that your boyfriend noticed the crowd around him, which surprised him a bit. They cheered a bit for him, which flustered him a little.

“Well? Do you want to play another round? Or do you want to go home?” He thought about it for a moment, before he started up another song.

“One more round, then we go.” He quickly signed to you, making you laugh a bit in response.

“Alright, alright.” You and the rest of the crowd watched him as he played through the next song, him humming along to the song. You two finished up at the rhythm game, saying goodbye to the small crowd that had gathered around, before making your way back home.

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oftenwantedafton · 5 months

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Marked - Steve Raglan/William Afton x College Student Female Reader

Chapters 2 + 3

Rating: Explicit

CW - sexual content

Also available on AO3

The last two hours of your shift at the coffee shop seem to drag for an eternity.

You do your best to ignore the stares and comments of fellow employees, to forget the ripped tights and bent headband discarded in the small steel wastebin in the employee restroom, to pretend not to notice how saturated your panties are, because you’d let some man more than twice your age finger you until you came in the parking lot.

You walk to the bus stop after the evening has finally ended, the backpack with a textbook you’d intended to study from during your break untouched, the weight dragging at your shoulder. You wonder if William’s promise of “later” actually meant tonight.

It does.

You’ve no idea where he’s taking you but there’s no way you'd deny him. Your fingers twitch, longing to touch him but you’re still unsure of the boundaries, what the proper etiquette is. He’s in control, and you prefer it that way, at least for now.

The building he finally parks in front of looks abandoned.

The lot is overgrown, the structure itself beginning to succumb to vines and brush. There’s a sign lying nearby, the pole long since surrendering to the elements, the collection of letters spaced oddly, jumbled with time and weather but still indicating precisely what you already know: this place is closed.

Remarkably the sign on the establishment itself remains intact, a colorful depiction of a friendly looking bear waving in greeting. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. The name sounds vaguely familiar. A franchise of children’s party themed restaurants. The kind of place you’d play skee ball and eat greasy food and submit tickets in exchange for a cheap plastic toy.

William exits the car wordlessly, already working on the padlock chaining the front gate closed. You depart the vehicle much more slowly, shivering, wondering why he’s brought you here, of all places.

“Come on in,” he invites, holding the glass door open.

You move forward uncertainly, stepping cautiously over broken concrete and litter, looking a question at the older man and he nods reassuringly. “It’s ok. I’ll get the lights up and running when we get inside.”

You enter the building but venture no more than a couple of feet inside. “Why are we here?”

“You wanted to see what I’ve been working on. Well, this is it.”

“You…bought this place? You’re renovating it?” you inquire, puzzled.

“Ah, well, I own it, yes. And I guess you could call it renovating.” He smirks, dimples creasing the corners of his mouth. “Wait here while I go flip the switch for the generator.”

You nod, peering at your dark surroundings. There’s a tall archway lined with planks of wood bracketed by a welcome sign, a crank machine half full of gum balls, and a faded menu lying on the floor nearby.

And then the lights flicker on, little sparks of electricity crackling around the room as it comes to life before your eyes. There are dozens of padded yellow booths, long rows of tables and chairs, and two raised platform areas obscured by crimson curtains. Shelves with long forgotten prizes sit above glass cases filled with abandoned treasures. You can hear the arcade machines humming nearby.

William reappears from the still shadowed recesses of the room beyond, beckoning you forward.

You take a deep breath and step into the archway.

This is your first night at Freddy’s.

***

“This place was really popular back in the 80’s,” William says, gesturing towards a door marked Manager.

“What happened?” You step inside the room, noting a large steel desk and swivel office chair. The surface is littered with papers, and the trash can in the corner is overflowing with crumpled up pages.

“Oh, you know. There were some issues,” he says vaguely.

“What issues?” You reach the desk and recognize the patterns scrawled on every page, if not in purpose then at least in form: the ones he’d been working on so raptly at the cafe each morning.

“Parents complained. No one ever found anything. Anyway, that’s all in the past.” He presses along your back, arms bracing on either side of you, trapping you against the metal structure. “So, what do you think?” he breathes against your ear.

“I don’t know what I’m looking at.”

“Spring locks. For inside the animatronics. Something was needed so a person could be inside the suits without getting injured. There’s so much delicate wiring, circuitry…”

“You got injured, though. Those scars on your arm…” Suddenly, it all clicks into place.

“Mmm. And other places…” You feel his feral smile. “Well, practice makes perfect. Wouldn’t know if it worked or not until I tried it out.” His lips brush your lobe, tease your neck while he hikes up your dress in one fluid movement, already working on dragging your panties out of the way. “So now you know what I’ve been working on. What do you think?” he rasps, squeezing one buttocks cheek, nails digging into your flesh. “You like it?”

You’re not entirely sure if he’s referring to the design or his touch or perhaps both but you nod anyway, allowing the splayed digits spread across your spine to push you until you’re bent over the desk.

“Good girl. I knew you’d understand.” You hear a rapid series of clicks as the teeth of a zipper release, hear the weight of belted pants striking the floor.

And then he’s inside you.

You know how large he is, for your hands, anyway, but stretching you, filling you is something else entirely. He thrusts forward and it hits deep. You grind back against him, wanting him inside as far as he can reach.

All your pent up arousal lubricates so well, makes a wet sound as flesh collides in a steady rhythm. He grabs a fistful of your hair and jerks your head back roughly, fucking you more rapidly. You know he’s close, hear it in the way his breathing grows more ragged, and then he’s filling you up, relaxing his grip at last.

You turn to face him, legs wobbly, your own breathing harsh as you wind his tie around your hand, pulling his mouth to yours. You feel his seed running down your thighs, taste sweat on the skin of his neck.

You don’t know what it is, this thing between you, but you like it, and you want more.

***

A late afternoon class finishes and he’s there, waiting just as he’d promised. The winter daylight fades early now, already shrouding you in darkness. He’s taken you to a wooded area, an old picnic spot on a hiking trail.

“Let’s get in the back.”

You follow him to the rear seats of the vehicle, straddling his thighs as you climb into his lap, tugging on the knot of his tie and he grins, assisting you in its removal. He shoves your wrists together as if you’re about to be handcuffed, winding the tie in a circular pattern.

The purple satin material binds you, tight and just on the verge of being painful. He pushes against your shackled limbs until they’re secured on the front headrest, then slides his hands beneath your chenille sweater, a cool caress against your warm skin. He murmurs appreciatively over the crimson lace bra you’re wearing, a match for the thong tucked beneath black leggings.

He removes the clothing covering your lower body slowly, smirks when he sees you squirm helplessly, eager for his next touch.

The fistful of panties is brought to his mouth. You see him inhale deeply, tongue lapping at the damp crotch of the material and he growls, teasing abandoned rapidly. He opens his pants and pistons his hips up inside you in one swift movement.

It still suprises you, that wide stretch, that feeling of being torn apart from the inside out. You can see the faint outline of his cock through your abdomen every time he thrusts and it makes you even wetter.

He drags a thumb across your clit and you grind down onto him, cursing with need. The leather seating creaks in protest with every frantic movement accompanied by staccato pants of pleasure and desire.

Your head whips back, colliding with the padding of the headrest. He cups your jaw, slides a thumb across your lips and you suck the offering, tracing the patterns of creases, dragging over smooth nailbed, stroking over the rounded edge.

He slams harder against your body, impaling you as deep as he can and then you feel the hand against your shudder, feel his cum spilling inside of you and your own release follows, sliding sloppily against his fingers, throbbing around him.

***

He brings you to the park often, occasionally takes you in the car outside of work because he cannot wait any longer to have you. You take the bus to his office at the career development center one day to visit him on his lunch break and he kneels in front of you while you lean against the wooden door, then thrusts his tongue against your pussy until you climax all over his face. Next you’re the one kneeling, sucking him off behind the desk, swallowing his thick creamy load, shuddering when he praises you, tingling when he kisses you afterwards and tastes himself, licking at any stray fluids you might have missed. It’s filthy and depraved and you love every minute of it.

He comes to your apartment as well, under the pretense of helping you study, reading flash cards or reciting notes but it always dissolves into intimacy. You cook together standing half dressed at the stove, you order take out and watch bad sitcoms on TV and it almost feels normal, except you know it isn’t. He’ll look at his watch, another relic from decades past, and you know what it means.

He’s going home, to a world you will never be part of.

***

He takes you back to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza after the first snow falls, the moisture melting into your hair as he presses tokens into your hand, watching you with a bemused expression as you accept the challenge and thumb one in the slot. You’re rubbish at these old arcade games, but you’re determined to try your best, finding the joystick stiff and awkward as the pixelated characters move across the angled screen. You mash the buttons, cursing when you lose and immediately slide another coin into the slot.

“Practice,” he instructs behind you, and you do, demolishing the stack of metal imprinted with the friendly bear’s face faster than you would’ve thought possible. You’re improving, at least. Not dying as quickly anyway. Scoring higher. Not good enough to place among the elite, though.

“WAF must have sunk a lot of time into this,” you mutter, seeing the same three initials repeated ten times.

“I did. Sometimes you need a break.”

You turn, surprised. “Wait, you’re WAF?”

He nods, scooping more tokens from his pocket. “First initial and part of last name. Don’t have a middle one.”

It reminds you that you’ve never learned his last name. You think to ask him now, but he’s already sauntered up to the machine.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got then, hotshot.” You push his arm playfully, watching the reflection of the screen in his lenses, admiring the way his long fingers deftly manipulate buttons and maneuver the joystick with ease.

Of course he not only puts your efforts to shame, he manages to beat one of his previous high scores.

“Show off.”

He smirks, rolling a token between his thumb and index finger. “You ever use a jukebox?”

“No.”

“It’s over there.” He drops the coin into your open palm and then grasps your arms, turning you to face the right direction. “Pick anything you want.”

You nod, making your way across the confetti printed carpet to a glowing machine with rows of buttons. You don’t recognize all of the songs, finally deciding to just choose one at random.

It’s a slow rock song from the 80’s, something with saxophone and a sultry feminine voice.

“Good choice.” William’s behind you, sliding his hands down your arms, lacing your fingers together. “Dance with me.”

You’re suddenly shy, the soft protest dying on your lips when he starts to sway, still holding your body tightly against his.

You surrender and follow the movement, hear him hum the accompanying melody against your ear. It seems you’ve chosen something he enjoys just through sheer luck.

Or maybe he just likes you.

He turns you with ease and your hands entwine around his neck while his settle on your waist. The neon lights shine on his glasses in bands of green and yellow and pink, a kaleidoscope of color. His head dips lower and his mouth finds yours. The song ends but your exploration doesn’t, nails dragging down his chest while he knots a hand in your hair, kissing more fiercely. You tease along the seam of the crotch of his pants and he groans into your mouth. You trace the outline of his cock before sliding past one hip and squeezing his buttocks.

“Come on.” You would’ve let him have you right there, bent over the prize counter or flung across a dining table but he always seem reluctant to be intimate in this section of the restaurant, as if there’s some sacred unspoken rule against it. Your gaze flickers to the curtained stage as he tugs you along and you wonder if it’s something to do with the animatronics, but you can’t fathom exactly what that might mean.

The manager’s office is familiar to you now, but you don’t recognize the yellow costume slumped in the corner. It’s massive, big enough to house a human certainly, the mascot’s headpiece sitting atop the desk. It’s clearly seen better days, the fur of the suit so frayed and worn in places that the metal frame and wires are exposed. The rabbit’s head is missing part of one ear.

“Oh, yes. I left this in here didn’t I?” He’s nuzzling your throat but he’s only got half your attention now.

“This is yours? Like, you wear this?” You slide a hand over the worn gold felt and try to imagine his long body encased in this creature. The oversized purple bowtie droops forlornly above a pair of black buttons, the only decorations on the costume.

“Sometimes.” He cups your breasts, tugs at the button of your jeans, seemingly oblivious to your lack of responsiveness to his ministrations.

“And do what?”

His groping digits finally still in the middle of tugging your zipper down. “Practice.”

“Practice? For what? Are you going to be a performer?” You can’t envision the older man at a child’s birthday party, posing for photos and waving to guests.

He clucks his tongue and sighs, clearly frustrated. “No. I need it for my other work.”

“I don’t understand.” When his hands attempt to resume their previous task you halt them, pushing him away.

He steps back, glowering. “Maybe I should just take you home now. You have an exam to study for.” His words are short, clipped and cold, a sharp contrast from his affections moments before.

It infuriates you. “Bullshit!” You slam your hand down on the desk. “You always have secrets and I’m tired of it. Why can’t you just explain it to me. I’m not a child.”

William’s pale eyes flash. “What is it exactly that you think having an affair with a married man is? That’s all it comprises. Secrets. Deception. Sneaking around. I give you whatever time I can—”

“I never said you didn’t—”

“—And I’ve told you, shown you more than anyone else. Anyone else,” he repeats, emphasizing the first word.

You swallow thickly, unable to reply. How did he manage to turn all this around, to make you feel guilty for doubting him when everything is so shrouded in mystery?

“I’m sorry,” you murmur softly.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this. You should just focus on school. Forget all of this.”

“So what, that’s it then? You’re just ditching me?” You feel the tears welling up in your eyes threatening to spill. “You don’t care about me at all, do you? I mean nothing to you.”

“Nothing could be further from the truth.” He reaches out to brush at the tears spilling over your cheeks, then his hand drops and forms a fist, knuckles blanching. “I’m trying to keep you safe,” he murmurs, but his gaze is no longer on you. He looks as if he’s waging some internal battle.

“Safe from what, William?”

His eyes find yours. “You need to trust me, or this is never going to work.”

You nod, still unsure, but unwilling to abandon this, as crazy as it might seem.

You can’t imagine existing without him.

Chapter 3

The ride home is silent.

Your hands are balled into fists resting on denim clad thighs. You stare sightlessly through the passenger window until you reach your destination.

The vehicle slows, slipping around a bit on the snow covered streets. It’s not deep but it’s starting to freeze as the evening wears on and the temperature drops. The engine quiets and you hear the slight jingle of keys being pulled from the ignition and a creak as the driver’s side door swings open.

You take a deep breath, stepping out onto the slush covered curb after William pulls your door open. He remains silent, his gaze heavy on you as you shove at the passenger door. It fails to close properly and you rip it back open with more force than necessary before slamming it closed again. The tears are back and you hate that you nearly made it without letting him see how hurt you are again.

You begin the trek up the stairs on the side of the building, clutching tightly to the railing. He’s right behind you, an extra shadow.

You’ve nearly made it to the top when you slip on a patch of ice concealed by snow and he catches you in his arms, wrapping around you and holding you steady.

You protest then, tell him he should just go home, the storm is making the roads unsafe, it’s getting late, you think it’s just easier if you make the excuses for him. You can’t stomach another lie right now.

“I’m not leaving,” he vows, helping you fumble the keys into the lock.

The warm air indoors blankets you as you stumble inside, kicking off sneakers and shrugging off your jacket. You wait for William to do the same, watching as he fills the electric kettle with water, removes a pair of mugs from the cabinet near the sink and rummages for tea bags, moving around the kitchen confidently. You scrub at your tear stained cheeks and mutter that you can help but he waves you away.

You sniffle but allow him to continue, grateful for the warm cup that’s pressed into your hands moments later. You’re focused on the amber liquid within when he speaks again, startling you.

“There are things in my life that you can’t be part of-”

“Yeah I know you have a family,” you interrupt bitterly.

“I’m not talking about that,” he snaps, setting his own cup back on the counter. He inhales deeply, his voice calmer. “There are things that I’m working on that are dangerous.” Your eyes flicker to his forearm, where you know he’s been branded by the spring locks from the mascot costume. He nods, rubbing over the sleeve of his dress shirt. “Yes, this, among other things.”

You want to ask about the other things, but you’re afraid he’s going to be upset with you again; perhaps even more afraid of what sinister things they might actually be. “I could help. I would try to, anyway,” you mumble.

William shakes his head dismissively. “I just hired someone earlier today for security at night. There’s been some problems with break-ins. Which brings me to my next point: it isn’t safe to be there without me. Understand?”

“Why would I go there without you? And you never told me about any vandalism,” you add. “And what if someone breaks in while you’re there by yourself? What if they have a weapon or something?”

“I’ll manage. I know how to protect myself.” He takes the mug from your hands and sets it next to his, then turns and grasps your arms firmly. “I need you to promise me you won’t go there without me. And you let me handle all of this. Don’t get involved. The less you know, the better. Promise me,” he repeats, his grip tightening slightly, and you nod hurriedly.

“Ok. I promise I won’t go to Freddy’s without you.” Your eyes dart to the clock on the microwave. “You’re really going to stay tonight?”

His grip relaxes, fingers sliding along your body in a caress. “I’ve got spare clothes in the car. I’ll need to leave first thing in the morning…” his voice trails off and you find yourself whispering an acceptance of his offer.

***

William’s always been very cautious about exposing certain parts of his body.

You’ve felt the springlock scars at various times, but you’ve never actually seen all of them.

Now he’s standing naked in your shower, hot water cascading down, and the true damage is revealed.

You trace the patterns, following the strange markings over his chest and arms and back, palpate the muscle underlying pale marred skin, especially in his upper arms and shoulders, his stomach much softer beneath your touch. You’ve ignited him again, allow him to press you against the fiberglass wall, face forward, one hand tucked under a thigh to support your weight and allow better access as he slides inside of you. He suckles at your neck, teeth grazing at times, thrusts harder and lets his hands wander over your body, squeezing dampened curves.

It continues in your bed with his body above yours.

The lights are off and his breath is warm and harsh against your cheek. His fingers close around your throat, applying a faint amount of pressure and you arch against him, encouraging him. You whisper his name and pledge your love, threading a hand through damp hair, feel him shudder and melt against you, inside of you.

You’re tucked neatly against his naked body an hour later, listening to him snore softly. Your eyes will not shut and sleep evades you.

In the early morning hours he departs and you remain near the door, staring at the violet tinged sky.

***

You’re in a daze at work, zombie paced, there without actually being present. Lectures at the university are muffled blurs. You feel as if everything in life is muted, colorless, without purpose until those moments when William is there, crashing in, warm and vibrant.

You visit him at the career counseling office, sitting across from his desk, waiting for him to finish a phone call, gaze wandering until you realize the name placard on his desk isn’t William. His eyes find yours and you swallow the question, watching as he flicks the plastic stand so the name Steve Raglan is no longer visible. After the handset slides back into its cradle the older man stands and walks around the desk. Tucking fingers under your chin he lifts your face, regarding you over lenses that have slipped down.

“We’re not going to have a problem, are we?”

You try to shake your head but his grip on your jaw is too tight so you whisper a response, let him fill your mouth with his cock and his seed and praise you for being a good girl.

He calls you late at night, moans and edges while you touch yourself, stroking your clit and whimpering, dipping fingers inside, sucking them wetly so he can hear. He tells you he’s cumming for you and you chase your own orgasm, biting your bottom lip hard to stifle the sound so your neighbors won’t hear.

Back at the pizzeria there’s a suspicious red stain on one of the sinks but you look away hurriedly and pretend not to notice. The rabbit suit vanishes from the manager’s office and you’re just as glad it’s gone. You don’t like what the costume brings out in William; the way he almost enjoys enduring the painful risk being encased in its steel skeleton entails. You’re frightened when he handles a knife during dinner, the touch almost a caress, the glint of metal matching the light in his eyes. The dark romance you’ve let yourself become swept up in suddenly seems foolish. Dangerous.

But you just can’t bring yourself to walk away.

William seems to know it too; becoming more gentle and attentive just when you’re at your most startled, ready to run. He buries his face in your hair, wraps his arms around you, whispers that he loves you and you’ll be together forever.

You want so much to believe him.

You return home briefly during Christmas break to visit family and the strange spell lifts. You talk and laugh as if everything is normal and you can almost pretend that it is.

Almost.

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w1ldthoughts · 9 months

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The Forgotten One Chapter Four: You’re my Best Friend

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Warning: Mentions of medication and injuries as well as trauma.

The first month after the accident was spent gingerly easing back into somewhat of a normal routine. Jack had physical therapy three times a week for his shoulder, got rid of the sling and prepared himself to head back to work. You had been recommended by your doctors to move at your own pace. You took up yoga and daily walks, anything to ease the mind and get you to relax enough to allow the memories to come flooding back naturally. The two of you had stopped putting pressure on getting you to remember and simply started over as friends. Jack was a fantastic roommate and you could see glimpses of why you fell for him so hard. He knew you like the back of his hand: your favorite shows, foods, music. And you began to unpack a lot of things about him too, like his disdain for the color yellow and his obsession with Pokemon cards.

But the most important part was the little things. He never forgot to give you your meds and a cup of water before bed. One afternoon he came back from PT and covered you with a blanket after you had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the living room. And there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t check in and ask how you were feeling and if there was anything he could do to help. Another thing you’d added to your routine was a weekly status report where you asked each other a series of questions regarding the state of your mental health. You asked each other about nightmares, things that were plaguing your minds during normal day-to-day activities and if there was anything either of you needed to get off your chest that you felt only the other would understand. He felt like less of a stranger and more of a partner in crime and that had made this time so much more comfortable.

“Now that I’m finally able to drive and we can go out and do things, I made plans for us this week.” Jack plops down onto the couch next to you, stealing a grape out of your bowl.

You furrowed your eyebrows in anticipation, “What are we getting into?”

“Several things, but I’m taking us to our first stop right now. So I’m going upstairs to change into something casual. We aren’t doing anything crazy.”

Thirty minutes later the two of you headed off in Jack’s car to your unknown location. You let out a laugh when he pulled into a parking spot and announced that this was the first stop.

“Main Event?” You giggled, “I haven’t been to one of these since—”

“Our first date.” He finished for you. “This is where I took you after finally convincing you to go out with me.”

“This is amazing. My first date with the son of a billionaire was at a massive arcade.” You shook your head, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “Alright then, let’s do this. Might have lost my memory but I will never lose my competitive spirit. Are you ready to get your ass beat in these games Mr. Harlow?” You gave him a cocky smirk.

There’s my girl, he thought to himself.

He unfortunately got the best of you in pop-a-shot but you did beat him at air hockey. Then you headed over to the skeeball area and it got him thinking.

Four years earlier…

“What the fuck? Are you some sort of skee ball professional or something, what is this?” Jack cackled, watching you land in the 100 slot for the third time in a row. “Here I thought I was going to impress you with my ticket earnings and get you a massive bear but you might have to get me one.”

He’d reserved the entire building for three hours just for the two of you. “You know, I’m really glad you didn’t bring me to some Michelin star restaurant with seven one-bite courses. This is so much better.”

Jack grabs the ball from you, rolling it into the 40 slot, a look of disappointment written all over his body. You hugged his arm and gave him a pat on the back, “you’ll get ‘em next time buddy, maybe you’ll even be as good as me when you grow up.”

He kisses the smile off your face and every one of your pores oozes happiness. You were on a date with your fucking boss and you were actually enjoying it. You enjoyed being with him and it was apparent with the intensity of the kiss that he felt lasted a lifetime. He wanted to keep kissing you, keep laughing with you and keep enjoying every moment he got to spend with you, as long as you’d allow it.

The two of you walked over to the prize station at the end of your adventure and you let Jack pick out a prize that he happily walked around with for the rest of the day.

“Wait…is that why you have that giant blue teddy bear in your room?” You laughed, taking a bite of your pizza as you watched him nod.

He gives you a warm smile. “Sometimes when I miss you I just grab him and put him in the bed so I have something to hold on to. It’s one of my favorite memories of us. Just having fun, playing silly games without any care in the world.”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine the heartache he must feel every day. Seeing you but not being able to be with you in a way that he’d gotten used to. But it felt nice to hear him talk about your past without as much sadness in his eyes as the first days, if you had to guess it was probably a bit therapeutic.

“Well, what prize are you going to pick out with these tickets?” You asked, looking at the bag full of them.

“You should choose.” He nodded his head towards the prizes when you got there.

The two of you stood there for a second as you pondered your decision. “I think I want the purple bear with the bowtie. Purple is your favorite color, right?”

He clears his throat, physically getting rid of the lump forming there. “Um yeah—yeah purple is my favorite color, I only mentioned that once. Glad you remembered.”

“Okay so I’ll get the purple one then.” You thanked the employee when he handed it to you and you let Jack carry it out to the car. “You know that blue is my favorite color which is probably why you got it, so that’s why I got this one. Now we each have a bear in our beds and even though we’re not connected like how we used to be, we can make new memories that are just as special.”

Jack nodded slowly and pulled you in for a hug, letting out a sigh of relief when you returned his embrace. Maybe this walk down memory lane was just what the doctor ordered.

The next stop on the tour was a visit to your old apartment building, the one you vividly remembered. It was completely empty and the walls had been painted a sleek cool gray instead of the white chipped walls that you were used to.

“How did you get access to this place?”

“I bought it.” Jack states plainly. “Wanted to turn this into an extra space for you to do whatever you wanted since you mentioned how much you loved it. So I was planning on refurbishing it to whatever you decided but obviously we didn’t get around to it.”

Ew, he really really loved you and the little crush on him that you’d been pushing down for the last couple of weeks was getting harder to hide. “Okay so, this was my apartment. Why is this what you called the most important place on memory lane?”

Three Years Earlier…

“You really need to start being more serious. Captain America: The Winter Soldier is so much better than Iron Man 2 and you know that! Steve having to literally fight to the death against his childhood best friend and then realizing it was Bucky? Please, that is cinema.” You scoff, tossing another Sour Patch Kid into your mouth.

Jack throws his head back in laughter, irking your nerves even more. “You think anything with Chris Evans is ‘cinema’ so I don’t really wanna hear it.”

“Says the guy who drools every time he watches an episode of The Sopranos!” You point your finger at him for emphasis, “you have no room to talk.”

“Aw, is my baby jealous of Meadow Soprano? Come here.”

You resist his advances by turning your head back to the screen in front of you. Jack moves closer and closer until he’s sitting on top of you on the couch. “Jack move, you’re heavy.”

“Not until you give me a kiss.”

“No, just move. I can’t breathe.” You laugh as he holds your face in his large hands, scooting to the side to take some of his weight off of you, but not entirely getting off your lap.

Jack sighs as you close your eyes. “Look at me.” You shake your head and he repeats himself until you blink your eyes open. “There she is. Meadow ain’t got nothing on you baby…trust me.”

“You’re my favorite thing in the world. My one and only. And I would still love you even if you chose Chris Evans over me.”

You swore the Earth stopped spinning for a second. “You what?”

“I said, I would still love you even if—”

“You love me?” You whispered, a tingling sensation brewing in your legs that wasn’t from your boyfriend sitting on them. You felt like you were floating.

He let out a stifled laugh and gave you a gentle kiss. “I love you. So much. I love everything about you. And I’m not saying that just so you can say it back, I really mean that. I—”

“I love you too Jack. I really do, even if you do have shitty Marvel movie takes.”

Jack couldn’t wait until those three words came out of your mouth again. But he knew it would be worth it so just for that, maybe he could wait as long as it took, just to feel how he felt that day.

The two of you then headed over to Churchill Downs Inc., where everyone welcomed you with warm hugs and so much love. This really was the best place to work and you couldn’t wait to catch up on everything and head back to a somewhat normal life. And making money again didn’t sound too bad either. Jack walked with you upstairs and there was a man sitting at a desk in front of what you now noticed was your office door.

“Y/n, this is your assistant Ben. Ben, we’re just here to let her see the place and check everything out, shouldn’t be too long.” Jack reassures him, sensing that Ben was busy.

The man, who you now know as Ben, stands up anyway. “It’s so good to see that you’re out and about again. Do you guys need anything? Coffee or snacks? I just restocked your mini fridge in there just in case.”

“Thank you Ben, but I think I’m good for now.” You told him with a smile. He gives you a simple nod and returns the smile, all of his pearly whites on display. Cleo calls Ben’s phone and asks him to come to her office as Jack opens the office door and you follow right behind him.

“How long have I had this assistant? He seems to know every single thing about me.” You observe, opening the door to the mini fridge to find it full of your favorite drinks and the cabinet stocked with snacks that you thought only Jack knew you liked.

Jack leans on the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “Um, maybe like a year? Probably a little longer. He’s good at his job though, he’s been keeping track of your progress reports and other stuff while we’ve been gone. And you seemed to like him before the accident so he’s probably overdue for a raise honestly.”

“Yeah you should give him one, he seems like he knows what he’s doing and he’s clearly doing it well.” You didn��t know why you felt so strongly about this since you just met him, but you felt like you needed to let Jack know that this was important to you.

He didn’t say another word, just let you look around until you got bored and then asked if you were ready to head home. You bid your goodbyes to everyone and headed back to Jack’s car so he could drive the two of you back to his—your shared house.

While you showered and got ready for the night, you thought back to the man you met earlier. You had to admit that Ben was cute and something about him felt peaceful and familiar, the kind of ease that took a month to build with Jack, who you supposedly were madly in love with. It made you feel bad so you ignored the nagging feeling and headed downstairs to find the curly haired man rapping along to some song called ‘Industry Baby?’ You still had things to catch up on but Jack was so busy with his salmon and the song to even notice you coming into the kitchen. He looked so free and happy that it made your heart swell. You wondered how many times you’d seen this sight, your man cooking dinner for you, serenading you along the way and listening to music together while you cleaned up the kitchen afterwards. The song “You are the Reason” came up as you placed the last utensil in the dishwasher and Jack reached out to you.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked and you dried your hands off to join him. You allowed him to pull you into his arms, slowly swaying to the music, your bodies fitting together seamlessly. He spun you around a few times and welcomed you back in, your head resting on his chest as the hand that wasn’t holding yours made its way around your waist. You found yourself resting your arms around his neck, taking a look in his eyes, a toothy grin appearing on his face. This was the closest you two had been since you woke up and your heart was beating in your ears when you found yourself looking at his lips. The thought of kissing him was exhilarating and he leaned down to press his nose against yours, his touch tickling your skin. He leaned in tentatively and luckily your hands were already around his neck so you pulled him down to you, your lips connecting in a tender kiss, the most delicate one you’d ever experienced and those feelings of anticipation and nerves melted away and made way for—nothing.

You felt nothing. No fireworks or warm sensation in your body sending shivers down your spine like you expected. You were kissing your boyfriend for god’s sake. The man who had literally dropped everything and catered to your every whim the last month and three weeks and now you were finally doing something with some sort of romantic intimacy and it left you feeling…empty.

It was too much. You frantically pulled away, feeling tears brewing in your eyes and Jack looked at you, clearly concerned.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” He gave you a look over to see if there were physical signs of pain like bloodshot eyes or a pronounced vein on the side of your head that he now had come to learn you got when you had a migraine.

“I didn’t—I didn’t feel anything when we kissed.” You sobbed, a hot tear burning its way down your cheek. “Nothing came back either. I thought, I thought something would come to me, maybe even a flash of a memory, anything really.”

He sighs and runs his hands up and down your shaky arms. “It’s okay, we’re okay. We don’t have to rush anything, the way we’re headed is just fine it’s not—”

“Aren’t you concerned that I didn’t feel anything? No spark no—no butterflies, nothing! That doesn’t scare you?” You stressed, stepping back from him.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re recovering from a traumatic brain injury y/n, a true love's kiss isn’t going to magically fix it and I recognize that. We have to be patient. Take it a day at a time like we said?”

“I’m TIRED of being patient Jack. It’s been a month and I still have no idea who the hell I'm supposed to be. I don’t want to wait anymore.” The tears would not stop flowing and you couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. Things weren’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jack rushes out, alarms sounding off in his head.

You didn’t know what to say so you didn’t say anything, he watched you walk upstairs to your room and heard the door close. He took his time heading up to his room, stopping at your room for a few minutes, listening to your sobs through the door. All he could do was shed a few tears of his own, knowing deep down that he was losing his best friend.

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planetpiastri · 1 year

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and if i say 19 with hangman 🤭🤭🤭 ily -allie

allie!!!! ur brain is massive this killed me (real) hope u enjoy xx @spideystevie

19. meeting each other at a kissing booth

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As you milled around the carnival, caramel candy apple in hand, you wondered just who exactly had signed off on this “fundraiser.” As if the pilots at TOPGUN needed more money. But when your best friend had dragged you here, their eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of getting to flirt with some active-duty aviators, you hadn’t exactly argued.

The dunk tank had been oddly satisfying, you had to admit, and you’d walked away from the ring toss with a teddy bear of your own. Sure, maybe it wasn’t the seven-foot-tall one that nearly squashed the glasses-clad pilot who had been running the game, but that wasn’t the point. Even the annoying blond pilot who’d wiped the floor with the competition at the dart-balloon game (come on, the pilots weren’t even supposed to be playing tonight) wasn’t enough to ruin your good mood.

As you stood in line for the Skee-Ball machines, waiting your turn, your friend suddenly re-emerged from the crowd, talking so fast you couldn’t understand a word they were saying.

“Wait,” you said, biting back a laugh, “wait, wait, slow down! What’s happening?”

Your friend didn’t say anything, just grabbed you by the hand and started dragging you farther down the main thoroughfare, away from the Skee-Ball machines, completely ignoring your protests and questions. It wasn’t until you started to hear music—Kissing Strangers by DNCE, of course—and the brilliantly illuminated sign held over a small, curtained platform that you realized what was happening.

“Oh no,” you said.

It was a TOPGUN kissing booth, subtitles proudly inviting carnival-goers to give $5 for the opportunity to lock lips with an active-duty naval aviator.

“No way,” you said.

“I only have a ten dollar bill,” said your friend.

“So just kiss someone twice!” you blurted, feeling panicked.

But your friend just grinned and pulled you into line. You barely had time to toss the rest of your candy apple into a bin.

There were two podiums on top of the small stage, with two different pilots in their white service dress. You remembered that the white uniforms were supposed to symbolize peace or something, and pushed down a snicker. The line chattered, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. There was something absurdly juvenile about it all, but you had to admit that it was addicting, and you found yourself getting excited.

Both pilots had signs taped to their podiums, telling people their callsigns. To the right, it read ‘Fritz,’ and to the left it read ‘Payback.’ It seemed like the pilot working the booth was assigning kisses at random, and you glanced between both aviators, nervous about who you’d end up locking lips with.

Before you knew it, you and your friend were next in line, standing in front of the pilot in his khakis, sorting the five-dollar bills people were handing over. Just as your friend started to hand over the ten-dollar bill, the pilot known as Fritz stepped down from his podium and whispered something in the third’s ear.

The third—his nametag said ‘Garcia’—nodded and clapped Fritz on the shoulder, saying, “You’re good. Should be Hangman or Bradshaw back there, send either one out.”

“You’re the best, man,” said Fritz before jogging back onto the stage and disappearing behind the red curtain, already undoing one of the buttons at his throat.

“You paying for both?” Garcia asked your friend, taking the ten dollar bill. When your friend nodded, he said, “Alright, you’re with Payback, you’re with whoever’s next.”

“Okay,” squeaked your friend, sending you an excited smile before stepping up onto the platform and standing across from Payback’s podium. The pilot shot them a charming smile and they just about wilted.

“Where does this money go?” you asked Garcia suddenly, trying to calm your nerves with some small talk. “Surely the military doesn’t need more funding.”

Garcia laughed. “It’s for charity,” he said. “I think prostituting ourselves and keeping the money is a violation of some kind.”

“Oh,” you said. “Oh, that’s nice.”

Feeling a little better, but not that much, you climbed the stage, heading towards the unmanned podium and feeling like every eye was on you. You drummed your fingers nervously on top of the podium, wondering who was about to come out. You didn’t have to wait long; as if on cue, the curtain twitched open and another white-clad aviator stepped out.

Oh no.

It was the pilot from the balloon-darts.

“Sorry for the wait,” he said, adjusting his shirt and stopping in front of you. “I know you must’ve been dying of curiosity.”

“Something like that,” you said.

“You just gotta wait a couple more seconds, doll,” he said, winking at you before walking over to Garcia, who handed him his callsign tag for the podium. You watched as he confidently, assuredly stuck it slightly crooked against the post.

Hangman.

Over his shoulder, your friend was already kissing Payback. You realized you’d already been up here longer than most people.

“There we go,” said Hangman, straightening up. “Whenever you’re ready—”

You seized him by the lapels and hauled his mouth against yours, planning on mumbling out a cool, “Let’s get this over with,” but not having enough time.

If Hangman was surprised by your forwardness, he didn’t show it. His hands, big and sturdy, grabbed your waist, offering a calming and stabilizing pressure as his lips threatened to knock you off your feet.

All those people who’d said fighter pilots knew what they were doing weren’t kidding; or at least they weren’t kidding about this fighter pilot.

He turned his head, your mouth falling open almost instinctively as he kissed you deeper. He tasted like something sweet, like kettle corn, or maybe caramel. Later, you’d realize that this wasn’t usually how kissing booth smooches usually went down, but at the moment, the only thought in your head was more.

Your hands skated up over his lapels and wrapped around the back of his neck, and the hands at your waist tightened intoxicatingly. Your stomach was pressing against the sharp corner of the podium as you strained to move closer, and you could feel him doing the same.

Someone in the crowd whooped, and you jerked back with a gasp, wiping at your mouth.

Hangman blinked, that cocky facade momentarily paused. “Uh,” he said.

“Worth the five bucks, I’d say,” you panted, your cheeks already getting hot. Oh my god, everyone had just seen you making out with a pilot.

A smile slowly curled up the corner of Hangman’s mouth. He was still leaning over the podium, looking up at you with an expression that just made you want to grab him and kiss him senseless—again. “My thoughts exactly,” he crooned.

You glanced back towards the line to the booth, realizing everyone—even Garcia—was staring at you with wide, impressed eyes. You took another step back from Hangman, almost stumbling, your hands still touching the corners of your mouth. You couldn’t meet his eyes when you said, “Uh—I’ll see you around, I guess. Have a nice night.”

“See you around,” he replied, his voice carrying over the stage and getting a chuckle out of the gathered crowd. Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t look back, walking determinedly back in the direction of the Skee-Ball. You didn’t even particularly want to play Skee-Ball anymore, you just needed to do something with your hands that wasn’t making out with Hangman.

God, you didn’t even know his name!

Your friend had vanished after their kiss with Payback—probably to go flirt with that pilot running the ring toss some more. You were fine with that. Maybe they hadn’t seen your kiss.

Maybe an hour later, you were on a winning streak at Skee-Ball, zoning out and doing anything but thinking about what had happened earlier. When you felt a tap on your shoulder, you figured it was your friend, so you just said, “Gimme a minute, I’m almost done.”

“Kissing and Skee-Ball. Is there anything you aren’t good at?”

You whirled around, warmth already rising in your face again as you realized Hangman himself was standing behind you, dressed in simple jeans and a tee-shirt now. The sight of him out of his uniform was enough to stop the embarrassed word vomit that was about to spill out. Instead, you pulled together your scrambled thoughts enough to say, “You’re done at the booth?”

He shrugged. “We’re not allowed to work longer than an hour at a time.”

You fought back a smile. “Poor you.”

He grinned down at you, but you twisted your mouth into a tight spiral, refusing to let him know how charming you found him. “What do you want?” you asked, not meaning for it to sound so impatient.

“Right, my bad,” he said, blinking and seeming to remember something. He fumbled with his pockets, and you were shocked to see him fumble with anything. From your limited view of him tonight, he hadn’t seemed like a guy that did much fumbling. But eventually he pulled out his phone and held it toward you, saying, “Can I get your number?”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. “Seriously?”

He smirked, but it didn’t seem cocky or rude now. “What can I say? Nothing compares to your first.”

You snorted, taking his phone and punching your number in. “I think the saying is, ‘nobody forgets their first.’”

“That too.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling in spite of yourself and stepping to the side so that he wasn’t essentially pinning you to the Skee-Ball machine. “I’ll see you around, Hangman.”

“Wait,” he called. “My name is—”

“Save it,” you interrupted, waving a nonchalant hand. “Text me.”

And you walked back into the carnival to find your friend, a warm and pleased flush filling your whole body.

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Unforgettable Pt. 2 - Eddie Munson Imagine

summary: you end up as third wheel at the fair when Eddie comes to your rescue & helps makes your summer unforgettable.

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warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff!

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Unforgettable - Part 2

Eddie takes you to buy more tickets, meeting up with his friends. You all go to the next ride. A giant roller coaster. You aren’t the best when it comes to these rides. As you wait in line, you grab Eddie’s arm, holding onto it tightly.

“You okay princess?” He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Just a little nervous. Don’t like rides like these that much.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He moves his hand to yours squeezing it a few times.

Once it’s time to get on, Eddie drags you to the very front. You hesitate but go along with it. As long as you have Eddie, you know you’ll be okay. Eddie makes sure you’re all strapped in securely before doing the same for himself.

The ride begins and you grasp Eddie’s hand again, holding a little too tightly. You hear Eddie laughing and the screams of other people fill your ears. You laugh along with him, as he moves your connected hands above your heads as you fly through the ride.

It comes to an end and Eddie helps you out. You laugh once you are off and see his hair even more tangled than before.

“How do I look?” He places his hands on his hips, pursing his lips playfully.

“You could probably win the fair pageant with that look.” You laugh, pulling his hand down the steps and back to the group.

“Where to next?” Jeff asks.

“How about some food?” Gareth answers, letting the rest of the group chime in.

“What’s your favorite food at a fair?” Eddie asks you, slinging his arm around your shoulder as you both follow the group.

“Cotton candy or all the crispest, fresh french fries.”

“That’s a weird combination.” Eddie remarks.

“Not together!” You respond, poking his side as he laughs. You stand in line for the food. Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, placing his chin on top of your head.

You may have only really known Eddie for a couple hours but you have noticed how much he likes to touch you. You usually aren’t one for physical touching, especially in public but somehow, Eddie has made it comfortable for you that you’ve barely questioned it.

You take out some money to pay for your cotton candy but Eddie beats you to it and you look up at him.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Don’t worry about it princess.” He smiles and grabs the food. “Pink or Blue?” He holds out the two fluffy candy sticks to you.

“Blue!” You take it from his hand and meet the group at a picnic table. You sit on top of it, kicking your legs back and forth as you tear pieces off, letting the candy melt in your mouth. Eddie stands in front of you, almost between your legs and grabs a piece of his pink one, playfully smashing it against your face. You laugh, doing the same to him.

“It’s in my hair now.” You giggle, lifting up a piece of your hair that is matted with sugar.

“That’s part of the fun!” Eddie finishes his candy and steals a bite from yours. You playfully push his chest and finish yours too. He throws away the paper sticks and takes your hand in his again.

“If anyone needs us, we will be playing every one of these games until the giant stuffed animal is won in victory!” Eddie announces to his friends, not waiting for a reply as he drags you along with him.

“Have you done any of these before?” You ask, catching your breath as he stops, looking around at all the games.

“Not really but no better time to start than today.” He walks over to a skee ball game, pulling out the required tickets from his back pocket. “Watch and learn princess.” He winks, taking the first ball and rolling it up, missing. “Alright, that’s just a practice.” He grabs the next one and misses again.

You hold back your laugh, watching him go again. “Third times a charm.” You comment and he turns back to you, squinting his eyes. You smile teasingly as he rolls the third one, finally making it in the 20 point hole.

“There it is!” Eddie jumps excitedly. He rolls the next three, only making one more. “These games are totally rigged.” He walks back over to you in defeat.

“Let me try.” You grab some tickets, handing them to the attendant and walking over to the same lane Eddie was at. You grab the first ball, swinging your arm back before rolling it up and it drops into the number 30 hole.

“Lucky shot.” Eddie huffs and you laugh as you grab the next ball, doing the same thing. Once you get to the last ball, you look over at Eddie, who looks more excited than annoyed now.

“One more princess. Just one more!” He shouts, clapping his hands as he jumps up and down. You turn back around, rolling the last ball, closing your eyes until you hear the ball go in.

“YEAH!” Eddie yells, colliding his body with yours, picking you up and swinging you around. “You crushed that!” He puts you back on your feet.

“Pick your prize.” The attendant addresses you. You glance around at all the options.

“Which one do you think?” You lean against Eddie’s side.

“You choose princess.”

You see a giant teddy bear in the corner and point to it. The attendant grabs it and hands it off to you. You huff as you try to haul it over your shoulder, failing as it falls to the ground.

“Careful sweetheart, let me.” Eddie grabs it, throwing it over his shoulder while your bag still rests over his other one. “How did you learn to play like that?”

“I used to go to the arcade a lot with my cousins growing up. That was always my favorite game.”

“Oh, so you didn’t tell me you were some whiz at skee ball and secretly won and bruised my ego a little?”

“Maybe.” You tease him.

“You are something else, Y/N.” You both stop at an empty table and he sits the bear down on it before grabbing your hand in his, pulling you closer to him.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” You whisper into the air between you, looking up at his beautiful brown eyes.

“It’s the best thing.” Eddie’s smile is infectious. “I’m really glad I met you tonight.”

“Me too. I’ve had so much fun with you.” You watch his hand trail up your arm, his rings shining through the darkness of the night as his hand caresses the side of your face.

“This night has become unforgettable thanks to you.” Eddie’s eyes stare deeply into yours and you want to look away because of the nerves but you can’t. He has his hold on you and there’s no letting go. “I’d really like to see you again, you know after this.” He stumbles over his words, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before looking back at yours.

“I’d really like that too.”

You watch as Eddie glances down at your lips and then meets your eyes again, silently asking for permission. A small smile graces your face and he starts to lean down. You close your eyes, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach as his thumb rubs your cheek and his other hand grips your waist to pull you closer. You hold your breath as you lean into him, finally getting this moment you’ve been waiting for all night.

It isn’t until someone bumps into you and soaks the back of your shirt that you jump, almost hitting Eddie in the face.

“Sorry!” The person yells as you step back, feeling your shirt cling to your back.

“Here.” Eddie quickly takes off his cut off vest, helping you put it on. “I might have a spare shirt in my van. Come on.” He grabs your bag and the giant bear before taking your hand and leading you out of the fairgrounds to the parking lot.

You stay quiet the whole walk there, feeling bummed about that special moment being ruined. You’ve never actually had your first kiss and being so close to it, with someone that you truly like, and then not getting it, feels discouraging.

You didn’t hesitate in the moment but if it happens again, you know that’s what you’ll be thinking about.

“What’s goin on in that head of yours princess? Something up?” Eddie questions as he opens the side door on his van, tossing the bear inside along with your bag.

“Nothing, just getting tired I guess.” You fake a yawn, trying to convince him of your lie.

“I can take you home if you want?” He turns to you, holding an extra t-shirt in his hand.

“Yeah, my parents are probably wondering where I am.” You don’t want this night to end but know it has to.

“Here, uh, I’ll turn around.” Eddie hands you his shirt. You take off his vest and look around, making sure there’s no one else around as you take off your wet shirt and slip his on hastily.

“You can turn around.” Eddie faces you again and you give him back his vest.

“Looks good on you.” He smiles and you blush, looking at how his shirt fits you. “Come on, hop it.” Eddie opens the passenger side door and gives you a hand to help you in.

“Where to?” Eddie starts his van as he hops into his side. You give him your address and he pulls out of the parking lot.

“Can I tell you something?” You turn your head to look at him.

“Anything your heart desires.”

“You aren’t who I thought you’d be.” You bite your lip, hoping you don’t come off rude.

“What? Mean and scary?” He stops at a stop sign and smirks at you.

“Kind of.” You laugh, watching his side profile as he continues driving.

“Well, I thought you were gonna be mean and scary too.”

“Me?” You huff in shock.

“Oh, terrifying.” His laugh fills the van. “All broody and lonely on the ferris wheel alone. I mean, I didn’t want to assume anything but I knew there had to be a reason a girl like you was on there alone.”

“I think I like your assumption better than the real reason.”

“Well, guess what?” Eddie stops the car outside of your house. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.” He reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his lips, pressing a light kiss on the back.

“Thank you Eddie, for everything.” He lets go of your hand, nodding at you. You grab your bag from behind your seat and open your door, stepping out of his van. You hear Eddie get out as he meets you on your side, opening the sliding door to reach for the bear.

“Keep it.” You tell him, placing your hand on his arm to stop him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, won it for you anyways.”

“Well, aren’t I the luckiest.” He slams the door and looks at you again. “Um, would you maybe want to hang out again?” His hand scratches the back of his neck and you can’t help but smile at his nervousness.

“Of course. I’d love that.”

“How about I pick you up tomorrow? There’s a place I’d really like to show you.”

“Yeah, just um stop by at around 11?”

“On the dot.” He moves closer to you, grabbing for your hand to pull you into his chest. His arms circle around you as you bring yours up around his neck.

If there is one thing in this world that you’d give everything for, it’s this. There’s nothing quite like it. Eddie brings his lips to hover over your ear, his breath tickling the exposed area of your neck.

“Be prepared to have the most unforgettable summer of your life princess.”

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The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! welcome back to The Moon! No posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesdays at midnight EST. This chapter is… whew! Just enjoy!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexual content, smut, minors DNI

Word count: 3.6k

PART 9:

Things were weird.

Not necessarily in a bad way, just strange.

It had been about two weeks since the camping trip and you and Sam had naturally escalated your relationship- if you could call it that. You two were together anytime that the both of you were free. In fact Margo had become incredibly suspicious that something was going on with a guy, but you denied. Sam stayed over at your place a few times, but you didn’t stay at his. You two had kissed, a lot, and he even stayed in the same bed as you. But that was all that had occurred. You were increasingly cautious for obvious reasons, but Sam never pushed you or made you feel uncomfortable. He was content to kiss you and hold you while you binged whatever shows or movies. It never felt awkward or forced, but it was still something that you couldn’t articulate.

You were expecting Sam at any moment now. He told you he would be right over as soon as their session ended. You had fixed yourself up, eager to see him. When you heard that knock on your door you felt a bit giddy inside.

“Hey pretty lady, can I come in?” Sam says, greeting you with a smile.

You smile back. “Of course you can.”

“So I was thinking.” Sam states, following you into your living room.

You snicker. “Uh-oh. That’s a dangerous thing.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I would like to take you on a proper date. I think it’s about time, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”

“Great- go get ready?”

Your face twists up in mild shock. “Now?”

Sam chuckles. “Yes, now. I’ll sit here and wait as long as you need.”

“What’s the attire?” You ask.

“Something comfortable. I promise I’ll take you somewhere fancy in the morning, but tonight just wear something you’re comfortable in.”

You ended up going with light wash jeans with ripped knees, a white tank crop top, a pair of nude platform sandals, and a lot of gold jewelry. You put a few curls in your hair, added a fair amount of makeup, and spritzed yourself down in perfume. It had taken about 40 minutes, but Sam waited patiently the whole time.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You say, stepping out of your room.

Sam stood up and put his hands in his pockets. “You look beautiful, as always.”

You approached him with a smile. “Thank you.”

Sam tilts your chin up and gives you a sweet kiss. “Ready?”

“Let’s go Sammy.”

You couldn’t contain your elation when Sam pulled up outside of Dave & Busters.

“Sam! Oh my god. This already is going to be the best date I’ve ever been on.” You say with a laugh.

“I’m actually really glad you said that. I was a little nervous that maybe you might think it was cheesy or something.” Sam says.

You shake your head. “Not at all. It’s perfect.”

Then you two head inside and grab a table. You got a round of beers, mozzarella sticks, and two salads.

“These are the best mozzarella sticks I think I’ve ever had.” Sam says, breaking one apart to reveal the cheese pull.

You laughed. “I’m glad you enjoy them. They are good. But they’re definitely the frozen ones that they’ve stuck in a fryer.”

“The art of American food.” Sam says with a smirk.

“What a fine art it is. I hope you’re ready to get destroyed in skee ball by the way.” You say, stabbing your lettuce.

Sam’s face lights up at that. “Oh you’re on babe.”

That was the first time Sam had really used that word or any of it's kind with you. That made your stomach feel excited.

Once you two had finished up, you made your way to the game room. Sam got a card with a considerable amount of money on it. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? I don’t play around here Birdie.” He said with a smile. “Now take me to the skee ball games.”

“You fucker!” You yell with a laugh.

Sam smiles with pride. “I’ll take my crown now.”

You two had just finished an intense session of skee ball and Sam had won on a last lucky shot in the 1000 hole.

“You know what, I submit. Good game.” You say extending your hand out.

“Aw what a good sport. C’mere.” Sam says, pulling you into a hug. “Anything else you want me to beat your ass in?”

You break the hug. “Okay Mr. Cocky! Consider the good sport gone. This is war now.”

Sam belts out laughter at that. “No no. I wave the white flag. Let’s work together so we can get some tootsie rolls in the prize shop.”

You bat your eyelashes. “Oh wow Sammy. Tootsie rolls just for me?”

Sam smirks. “You bet baby. If you keep on batting your eyes like that I’ll buy you the whole damn company.”

You shake your head and laugh. “Come on, let’s find the games with the most tickets.”

You were giddy. You felt butterflies and you also had a few tequila sodas. You were leaving with a bag full of goodies and your hand in Sam’s hand. Truthfully this had been such a fun “first” date. It was pure fun and most importantly you got to be yourself. You got to laugh with Sam, joke with Sam, and look at Sam. Everyday you felt yourself growing closer and closer to him. But after today you felt your heart swell in a way you had never before.

“Let me get the door for you my lady.” Sam says, opening his car door for you.

“Why thank you good sir.” You say, climbing in.

Sam took the bag of prizes and put it in the backseat, then climbed in the driver’s side.

“Ready?” He asked as he cranked the car.

You smile at him blissfully. “Thank you for taking me. I had the best time.”

Sam grins ear to ear at that. “Thank you for coming with me.” He tucks a small piece of hair behind your ear. “Birdie, you’re so beautiful. I mean that in every way.”

You start to feel a bit bashful and bite your lip. “I think you are too Sammy.”

“Can I kiss you?” Sam asks, softly.

You nod.

Then his warm lips are on you. Your hand moves over to his chest while he grips your face and your hip. Fuck.

You felt a little bold so you parted your lips and slightly slipped your tongue in his mouth. You were greeted with his own and felt a squeeze on your hip. Things were getting very heated, but you realized you were still in a parking lot. You slowly pulled away.

“Take me home?”

Sam cleared his throat a little and nodded fastly.

The whole entire way back to your cottage Sam had a grip on your upper thigh. Periodically lightly squeezing and rubbing you. That was all the edging you could take. You knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as you both got inside and that lit fireworks inside of you. The anticipation sat like a lump in your throat.

When he finally pulled in it felt like it had been a million years. You both got out and Sam laced his fingers with yours. You fumbled with your keys and unlocked your door. Why did you feel nervous? It was Sam. Then it dawned on you. It was Sam. You never thought you would cross any threshold with him, but now you wanted to- badly.

As soon as you got inside you wrapped your arms around his neck and the kissing ensued. It was way more aggressive than the normal soft kisses. Sam’s hands were planted firmly on your hips, but when you lightly bit his lip he groaned a little and shifted his hands towards your ass. That ignited a fire in you and you wanted more. You shuffled towards your room and shut the door, then your lips were on his again. You kicked off your shoes and started to slip off his shirt. Once his shirt was off he looked down at you, trying to read you.

“Are you sure you want to-“ he starts.

You look up at him and bite your lip. “I want you to fuck me.”

Sam’s mouth falls agape slightly at that. He’s absolutely flabbergasted at either what you just said or how you just said it. You see him take a sharp inhale before he says. “Yes ma’am.”

Then his hands are all over you. Before you know it you were both stripped down to your undergarments. Sam’s lips traveled down to your neck as you laid down on your bed. You let out slightly moans when his teeth would graze your collarbone. Sam continued his descent. While his hands rubbed around your waist. He licked a hot stripe down your stomach which caused you to shudder. Then he spent at least five minutes teasing you. He rubbed your upper thighs, kissed them, quickly ran his thumb over your clothed center. You were squirming each time, but tried to keep your composure.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sam said in between kisses as he slid your panties down.

You arched your back slightly as your breath hitched.

Sam takes his fingers and lightly begins rubbing them over your clit while still kissing your thighs.

Soft moans slip past your lips and they frequent more often when Sam’s lips meet your center. His fingers dip into you while his mouth is focused on your sweet spot.

“Fuck.” You say softly before a deep inhale.

Sam hums at you which brings a different sensation. After a few minutes of bliss you feel yourself beginning to shake and Sam can too.

“Sam- I’m gonna- fuck.” You squeaked out.

“I know baby I’ve got you. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl.” Sam coos.

That was all you needed before that wave of pleasure washed over you. It was euphoric as you screwed your eyes shut and rode out your orgasm.

When you came back to your senses Sam was still right there. Kissing you through everything. He came up and lightly kissed your lips a few times. It was so tenderly sweet. Which is something that was unexpected at first. The passion. Sam is itching for release of his own, but he’s still going as slowly as he was before. You grab Sam’s bare back and lightly scratch at it, giving him the okay that he can fuck you now.

“Do I need a condom?” He asks, lightly.

You shake your head. “Birth control.”

He kisses you again then slips into you and groans out- as do you. He gets a nice rhythm going, but you want him to have more. He had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life and it was time to put in the same effort. In a swift motion you switched him off of you and climbed onto him. You sank down on him and used your hand to brace yourself on his chest.

“Goddamn.” Sam said with a moan.

One of his hands was guiding your back while the other slipped up around your stomach and breasts. He was mesmerized watching you lightly rock yourself on him. His eyes never left you, it was intense. But god it was so hot. You had never felt sexier than in this moment. You began to build momentum and your movements became faster. Sam was coming undone and his hips were bucking back into you. His hands were now both wrapped about your hips keeping you locked into place. Moans were coming out of your mouth and Sam’s.

“I’m not going to last much longer, baby. Fuck you feel so fucking good.” Sam said, an octave higher than normal.

That caused you to squeeze around him and moan. “Sammy- right there- don’t stop.”

Calling him that in this situation lit a fire that you could see. He was holding back the floodgates at this point, but he was determined to make you come again.

“Right there baby? How’s that feel?” He cooed.

You were there.

“Yes fuck Sammy. Sammy-“ You moaned as your body locked up. He was right behind you. His mouth fell open as moans fell out. You tightened around him and felt his release. He squeezed your hips tightly and your head fell back. Sweat, expletives, and sex filled the air.

When you gained consciousness again, you slipped down onto him. You hadn’t realized it, but his legs were shaking. Sam pulled you into his side and stroked your hair while you both tried to breathe regularly again.

“Shower?” You finally said looking up at Sam.

He smiled warmly at you and kissed your head before nodding.

Then he fucked you again in the shower.

You awoke the next morning barely clothed, wrapped in Sam’s arms. You were so giddy reminiscing on the night before, you felt like you could vomit rainbows. Sam was still sleeping, so you quietly slipped out of bed. You went to your bathroom and took in your appearance. You had purplish love bites over your collarbones and a few on your breasts. You traced them and it felt electric. You couldn’t help but smile. You were smitten. You freshened up and slapped on some light makeup and touched up your hair. Then made way to your kitchen to make you and Sam coffee. Shortly after you felt arms wrap around from behind you and a kiss placed on your neck. You melted into his touch.

“Good morning.” He purred into your ear.

“Good morning Sammy.” You responded cheerfully.

You turned around and planted a kiss on his lips, he tasted like mint toothpaste. He had freshened up for you too.

“Can I take you to breakfast?” He asked.

“Hmm I was just making us coffee. But I suppose that would be alright.”

Sam smirked at you. “Finish making your coffee love. I’ll wait.”

He looked so damn good in the mornings. It gave you an idea that waking up like this everyday wouldn’t be so bad.

Sam led you down the streets of Nashville with your fingers intertwined with his. He made good on his promise and brought you somewhere fancy. It was a cute brunch spot. You wore a blue and white floral dress with puffy sleeves and white heels. Sam told you how pretty you looked at least a dozen times. You two sat outside and soaked up sunshine while smiling at one another.

“Can I be candid with you Birdie?” Sam asks.

You nod your head. “Of course.”

He smacks his lips together. “I really like you. I mean really like you. I would like to explore this further, if that’s okay with you.”

You smile at him. “I like you too. What does exploring further look like to you?”

He pauses for a moment. “I want to date you, exclusively you.”

“Okay, yes exclusively.” You say back softly with a smile.

He grins ear to ear and then the waiter comes up and takes your orders. You felt content just staring at Sam all day. Being near him felt like being near sunshine- he made you warm and happy. When you were with him it was impossible to think of anyone else. Truthfully he had snuck up on you. But you were so glad that he did.

After brunch Sam took you to an early movie before dropping you off back at your apartment. He had a recording session this afternoon and you wanted to clean your apartment. Before you parted ways he walked you up to your doorstep and kissed you, then made plans to see you later.

You walked inside and smiled, standing with your back planted at your door.

“Um, what the actual fuck?”

You jumped out of your skin when you saw Margo sitting slack jawed on your couch.

“Oh fuck! Margo! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!” You exclaimed.

She jumped up. “I broke in with my spare key because I wanted to surprise you with smoothies, but then you weren’t here. I started to leave but then I heard voices outside and then I saw it with my own eyes. Sam? Sam?”

You bite down on your cheek. You hadn’t told anyone about you and Sam yet. “Yeah, well it’s new.”

“Sam? I swear to God I thought it was going to be you and Jake. I knew you were sneaking around with someone and I thought it was Jake. But Sam? What?”

You flinch at his name. He hadn’t been in your mind in a while. “I know it might seem strange. But Sam and I have been spending a lot of time together this summer. I really like him Margo.”

She looks at you for a minute. “I can see that and I’m happy for you. But why didn’t you tell me?”

You huff. “Honestly, it snuck up on me. I didn’t anticipate it- it just happened.”

Margo laughed. “Well good for you. Based on how you’re acting, he fucked your brains out didn’t he?”

You gasp and laugh at the same time. “Shut up.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Okay enough! Can we have our smoothies and you catch me up on you while I clean?” You ask.

“Smooth at changing the subject. But yes I’ll accept because I'm a narcissist.” She jokes.

That was one person down who knows about you and Sam, only the whole world to go.

“Coming!” You yelled, throwing down your oven mitts. You fluffed your hair before approaching the door.

It had been a few days since your “exclusively” conversation and you two had been inseparable. He had stayed with you almost every night and he would leave in the mornings so you could work. Then usually return around dinner time.

Currently, you were cooking dinner for you and Sam. Tofu vegetable stir-fry. You had insisted on this because Sam has given you grief about the taste of tofu. You were excited to prove him wrong, but more excited just to see him. You beamed a smile when you opened the door, but it wasn’t Sam.

“Hey stranger.” Danny said, stepping inside.

You made a face, but fixed it fast. “Hi Danny, come on in.” You say sarcastically.

He chuckled. “Thank you. You don’t look too excited to see me, cousin.”

You shake your head. “It’s always a pleasure to be in your company. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Oh come on. How many times have I just showed up unannounced?”

You shrug. “Fair.”

“I came with a purpose today however. I wanted to come by and invite you to the Fourth of July party this Saturday. It’s at our house collectively, but it’s really Josh and I throwing it. When I say Josh, I mean he’s in control of the fireworks and alcohol.”

You scoff a laugh. “Fireworks and alcohol. Fantastic, I'll be there.”

Danny walks past your kitchen and stops. “Smells good. You’re cooking?”

You hum in response.

“Birdie, are you expecting someone?” He asks, suspiciously.

You felt tongue tied and began to feel a little frantic. Sam would be here at any moment.

“Yeah- I uh-“ You started.

Danny lets out a loud laugh. “Hey I’m just fucking with you. I know Sam is probably on his way.”

You furrow your brows and cross your arms. “He told you?”

Danny shakes his head. “No, but it wasn’t hard to put together. Sam has been very absent lately, so have you. I knew you two had become close, but when I saw the way you guys interacted on the camping trip I got suspicious.” He laughs a little. “Then you’ve got Sam showing up to sessions giddy as hell, leaving sessions and not coming home, and I’m the only one who notices.”

You decided to stay quiet and plead the fifth.

“Y’know it’s funny.” Danny states smirking at himself.

“What?” You question.

“Well growing up Sam always had the biggest crush on you. I mean the biggest crush on you. But he never said anything because we always thought you would end up with Jake. It’s just funny how things turn out.”

That made your heart flutter. Sam had been crushing on you your whole childhood, but you never noticed.

Your attention diverts to your door when you hear a knock. Shit, he’s here.

You open the door and there he stands as pretty as ever, but with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He leans in to kiss you as you melt into him. But as soon as that moment flees, you’re hyper aware that Danny is there.

“Hi babe. It smells fantastic in here. These are for you.” He says with a cheery smile extending the flowers to you as he walks inside.

“Um- Sam.” You say, but then he walks in more and freezes when he sees Danny.

Danny is standing there with the biggest smirk on his face. “Nice flowers Sam!”

Sam turns to look at you and you just shrug awkwardly.

“Well, shit. This isn’t how I wanted you guys to find out.” Sam says, breaking the silence.

Danny laughs. “No no. It’s just me. Listen, can we just skip all of the weirdness? I miss hanging out with you guys. I guess I’ll just have to third wheel it now.”

“Sounds good to me. Come make your plate.” You say heading to your kitchen to put your flowers in a vase.

Danny and Sam say a few words to each other and laugh, but you can’t hear it. Then they’re in the kitchen with you.

“Oh god. Fucking tofu Birdie?” Danny exclaims.

Sam chuckles. “Right?”

That now made two people that knew about you and Sam.

• thank you for reading :)

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #sam gvf #sam kiszka #sam kiszka x reader #the moon #jake x reader #sam x reader #gvf smut #sam kiszka smut #sammy gvf

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juliaynes · 10 months

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Hi ! This blog is so cute omg !

May I ask if you have any headcanons about a Julia and Raj friendship? Sometime after Wayne and Julia start dating, Wayne suggests that Julia and Raj hang out and get to know each other. How do you think that would play out?

this is one of my favorite asks EVER.

they seem like such a dynamic duo to me… and i wrote a drabble to go with this ask because i’m obsessed. your honor they are FRIENDS!!!

“I cant believe Wayne actually got me to hang out with him.” Julia thought to herself. Out of all the people she met on total drama, she would have never expected to hang out with Raj outside the game. Raj felt similarly. It’s not that he hated Julia. He didn’t! She played the game well, and she surprisingly treats his best friend with alot of respect. But she’s so drastically different from him. Raj could care less what his social media feed looks like, but Julia’s life still seems to revolve around it.

“So!” Raj started. “What do you want to do? Or like- what do you like to do?”

“I don’t know. We’re both just doing this to make Wayne happy, so how about we waste our time doing something fun at least.” Julia didn’t look up from her phone while she spoke.

“Something fun… like an arcade!” Raj was delighted at the thought of going to an arcade. “If we go, we can surprise Bowie and Wayne with the prizes! And we’ll have lots of fun!”

“I guess we’re going to an arcade then.” She reflected. Julia wasn’t really the biggest fan of spaces like arcades. They were always too flashy and loud, and not the good kind of flashy and loud either.

They each put a few dollars onto an arcade card and almost immediately, Raj ran to the skee ball machines.

“Here. You play this one, and I’ll play this one! Then we compare scores and see who did better!”

“You’re on then.”

Raj and Julia stood at the skee ball machines for what seemed like hours. They bantered back and forth about anything and everything, while simultaneously beating eachother in skee ball. They almost got a few perfect games too, it’s bound to happen when you play skee ball for awhile.

“Y’know, I’m glad Wayne gave you a shot!” Raj said as he swiped his card for their last round.

“What does that even mean?” Julia was genuinely curious. She knew she was mean, but she also knew Wayne was interested in her from the get-go.

“Well, I didn’t think you were his type. Usually girls are the ones chasing him. He’s pretty popular, y’know?”

“I mean, I figured. He seems like the kind of guy to be popular in school. But what about him giving me a shot?”

“Julia, I mean this in the nicest way I can put it. You’re so like- hard core. I just didn’t think this would work as well as it did. I’m really glad Wayne made us hand out. You’re actually really fun!”

Julia couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to have friends. That’s something she never thought she would be saying, but spending time with Raj was some of the most fun she’s had in ages.

“Thanks, Raj. I appreciate that. Also I beat you.”

“You what? Oh, come on!” He jokingly nudged her. She did the same to him. “What can I say, you’re almost as competitive as me and Wayners!”

“Yep, and I plan on beating him and Bowie the next time we come here.”

“Ohhh! Is this gonna be a frequent thing?”

“Sure is. We should do the go-carts next time so I can lap you buttknuckles.”

“Oh, you’re so on, Julia.”

#juliayne sweep #julia total drama #total drama island #total drama reboot #raj total drama

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luvkuvi · 8 months

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WHAT THE FUCK - ryuu

chuck e cheese x reader 721wc

There I was in the arcade section of a Chuck E Cheese’s

I was polishing up my skee ball technique when something caught my eye

It was none other than Mr. Charles Entertainment Cheese himself, and he was gallantly walking towards me with the most manly of struts

Every step he took commanded my attention, and I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the awe inspiring figure that approached me

His large powerful sneaker slowly descended one final time, planting him firmly in front of me

It was then that he began to shift his balance, extending his arm and leaning against the skee ball machine with such style and swagger before he spoke those unforgettable words to me

“You’re pretty good with those balls kid. Why not follow me into the back where we have some special arcade games.”

I knew there was no way I could turn down an offer from this majestic mouse, and I silently nodded in agreement

He motioned for me to follow, and like clockwork I trailed behind his powerful presence through the winding dining room of endless tables, until we reached a grimy decaying door that said “EMPLOYEES ONLY”

With no effort at all, Charles willed the door open with nothing more than a brush of his large masculine hands, and I followed him into the dark room that lied before us

It was dimly lit, and the faint smell of mold permeated my nostrils. My mind was racing as I questioned what intentions he had for me in this dingy little area.

My eyes could only faintly see through the dim lighting, but they were fixed on Cheese-san as he shuffled through the room and then came to a stop in front of what appeared to be a short, long table

It was then that he started to reach down into his baggy pants and began to dig for something. “Yeah, you’re gonna love this, kiddo.” He said with a grunt.

And with a slight jingle, a ring of keys emerged, glistening in the darkness like a beacon. He thumbed through them and gripped one firmly, his hand now extending towards the object that stood before him. There was a click as the key appeared to enter a hole, and he turned it clockwise. It was then that a rainbow of lights exploded like fireworks, and I winced at the sudden burst of light. Slowly I regained my composure, and came to the realization of what was now before me.

There the cheesemeister stood, pride welling up in his chest. His hand gently placed upon the glimmering cacophony of lights and sounds. In that moment it was as if the two were father and child, sharing an intimate moment that I could never be a part of.

Finally he spoke. “So this is my pinball machine. I made it myself.” But there was no need for him to speak those words. I had come to the realization of what I had been looking at in an instant. “That’s cool.” I replied, and I could tell that he was touched by my heartfelt response.

He paused for a moment, and then nervously turned to face me fully. I could tell that the words that were about to exit his mouth would change my world forever, and I steeled myself to accept the weight of what was about to transpire.

“Wanna play?” He inquired, his questioning gaze staring right into my soul. My fists were clenched, as I was fully aware of the responsibility he was offering to entrust in me. I mustered up as much power as I could to answer him.“Sure, I guess.”

I approached the machine, trying my best not to let him see how badly my body was trembling. But I couldn’t hide anything from him, and he reached over to calmly place his hand upon my shoulder. A feeling of relief washed over me, and then he said those final words:

“Okay loser, that’ll be $1000.”

i didn’t have the money, but then he made a counteroffer: “or you could pay with your body.”

And that’s how I ended up washing dishes at a Chuck E Cheese’s for a year to pay off my debt to a mouse who basically forced me to try his garbage pinball machine. The end.

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gamernovellist · 8 months

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"You can't tell anyone."

Excerpt from a story I 'swear' I'll write someday, hopefully.

(the names are placeholders, haven't gotten that far in story planning yet)

“There’s no way you’re six feet.” Bruno said, messing up his boyfriends skee-ball toss.

He missed and the buzzer on the arcade machine went off. He was just shy of beating his last score.

“What?” Peter asked, confusion all over the idol’s face.

“Your idol profile lists you as being six feet tall.” Bruno said as he crouched down to pick up the tickets from the machine. “But you’re not. Just another lie.” He smirked up at him.

Over the couple months Bruno had dated Peter, he’d learned there’s a lot of lies in the idol industry. Many he’d already assumed, height was one of them.

Peter had a sly smile as Bruno stood up.

“And how are you so sure?” Peter crossed his arms.

“Because I’m five six and conscious about height. I’ve stood next to six feet tall people, and they’re taller than you.” Bruno bumped Peter’s shoulder lightly.

Peter chuckled as he swayed a little “And how do you know those other people weren’t lying about their height?”

Bruno rolled his eyes. His boyfriend was trying very hard to defend this lie. “Oh come on, you’re five ten at best sweetheart.”

Peter’s mouth opened and closed quickly. He turned away and Bruno saw his ears turn red.

Bruno couldn’t hold back a smile. He wasn’t sure if Peter’s blush was because of the nickname or because he got the height right, but it was cute either way.

“No way, did I get it right?” Bruno teased. He leaned in and poked Peter’s sides. “Did I? Did I?”

Peter squirmed, but tried his best to hold in a laugh.

After a few seconds Peter stepped away laughing. Bruno didn’t pursue, just smiled at his work.

“You’re right.” He said between breaths. “I’m five ten. The company just thought it’d be better to bump it up a bit.”

Bruno gave a disappointed sigh. “These companies and their height egos.”

Peter shrugged. “They think it’ll help with our image. And you can’t tell anyone.”

“Oh you have a height ego too?” Bruno teased.

Peter let out a short laugh. “No, just don’t want my company to think there’s a mole or anything.”

“I’m a mole now?” Bruno crossed his arms.

“The cutest one.” Peter smiled.

Bruno looked away, but knew his cheeks were reddening.

“I’d only tell my best friend, she’s the only one I ever talk to about idol stuff. So you have nothing to worry about.” Bruno brushed two fingers over his lips in a zipping motion.

Peter smirked. “You didn’t lock it, how can I be sure you won’t open it?”

Bruno rolled his eyes. He did a locking motion on the corner of his mouth and tossed the ‘key’ away.

Bruno gave Peter a look, asking if that was good enough.

Peter laughed. “Ok seems good enough. Now, what game should we play next?”

Bruno pointed to one end of the arcade and mumbled with his mouth closed about a machine there.

Peter narrowed his eyes and slumped his shoulders. “Bruno.”

Bruno made a “huh” noise with his throat and started mumbling about another machine.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Babe.”

Bruno pointed to another machine and continued mumbling.

Peter walked up, leaned in close, and cupped Bruno’s face in his hands. “You can still talk to me, my love.”

A gasp escaped Bruno’s lips. He felt his face heating up. Sometimes it was hard to remember his dorky boyfriend was a charismatic idol capable of captivating an entire stadium of fans with his group members. But moments like this, it jolted him back to that reality.

“Yeah.” Was all Bruno was able to say.

Peter smiled, and Bruno’s heart flipped. It was very different seeing his smile up close rather than on a screen. On the screen, Bruno’s heart raced; this close, his heart was doing an entire CrossFit course.

“Can I kiss you?” Peter asked. He glanced at Bruno’s lips before focusing back on his eyes.

“Yeah.” Bruno said again. His brain had short circuited.

Peter smiled again and leaned in for the kiss. Their lips met. Bruno’s heart went crazy. He wondered if he’d ever get used to this, if his heart would eventually calm down whenever they kissed. Part of him didn’t want it to.

#danilo writes #oc #short fic #short story #writing #original fiction #fiction #creative writing #I hope to write the whole story someday #And yes it is very self indulgent #romance #love story #romantic #bisexual #queer #lgbt

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amat3ured1t0r · 3 months

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Incorrect Quotes #1

Found the best ones I could.

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Leo: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures. Raph: What the fuck? Mikey: They’re having an idea.

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Raph, on the phone: Where are you? Leo: I told you, I’m at work Raph: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again? *skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background*

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Mikey: Shh, here comes Leo! Raph: Quick, Donnie, start talking about boring nerd stuff! Donnie: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist. Raph: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

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Leo: I'm going to get myself some soup. Mikey: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot. Leo: Pfft, I won't burn myself. 30 seconds later Leo, entering the room: I burned myself.

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Donnie and Leo: speaking Spanish Donnie: I know, I know. Raph: You speak Spanish? Donnie: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Leo speaks.

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spanish one is accurate fr

#incorrect quotes #TMNT #editor chats📱🗿

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radiosaturday · 5 months

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6, 12, 18, 24, 36, 48 for the asks (:

Belatedly, I respond to questions from this ask meme!

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book? I have been given many book marks, so now I mostly use those, but I also love a receipt or transit ticket. My main one, though, has pictures of ink bottles and a red ribbon attached to it.

What’s something about your best friend that you love? One thing that characterizes everyone I'd describe as a best friend is an unusual but strangely consistent way of looking at the world, if that makes sense.

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed? Good question! I'd love to have been present for Tibullus presenting his poetry. I'd love to have seen Erik Satie perform his own work. I think it would have been amazing to read Little Dorrit in monthly installments. I'm not sure how reasonable any of those are as answers.

Are you a good driver? I've never actually had a driver's license, and in the brief period when I was trying to learn to drive I wasn't especially good at it.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at? Does skee ball count? I'm not good at it, but I do enjoy it. I'd like to be good at pool, but I am unfortunately unpracticed in the art.

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl? Yes! It's blue and relatively deep, with a chip out of one side.

Thanks for asking, and sorry again for answering so late!

#thanks for the ask!#these were really fun!

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fanficwhore1993 · 1 year

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Billy Cranston x Skull (Eugene Skullovitch)

Part 2

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers fanfic

I honestly forgot to write a part 2 but then I randomly remembered and decided to do it. I honestly would say I would wanna take this in a more “heartstopper” type direction and keep it more PG but idk I might change my mind. I’m also sorry if there are any grammatical errors.I also changed it to dialogue format cuz it so much more easier😩.

CW:light hearted, one of the characters hyperventilates. Mentions of toxic friend

It’s finally Saturday. It’s the day that skull gets to hang out with anyone but bulk and his other mean friends. Since that day when Billy saved him from the putties, he has slowly been starting to avoid bulk and flaking on the plans with him. And even though he has no other friends and was not even able to hang with Billy throughout the week since the only talk they got was them confirming this day's plans, he was alone. And somehow he still felt good. He spent the past few days sitting at home, listening to music and gluing studs onto his pleather jacket. He didn’t go out much but it gave him time to think to himself and feel comfortable for once. But now it’s time to finally hang with Billy at the mall.

Skull spots Billy as he is walking up to the angel grove mall. Billy is sitting on a bench reading a book. Skull decides that this is the perfect opportunity to jump-scare Billy. He slowly tiptoes up to the back of the bench and then jumps out behind him while screaming.

Skull: “RAAAHHH”

Billy: “AAAAHH”

Billy screams as he jumps up from the bench, dropping the book.

Skull: “Hahahahaha”

Billy(annoyed): “It's NOT FUNNY!”

Skull continues to laugh.

Billy soon joins in and starts laughing too.

Skull picks up the book off the ground, it seems that Billy was reading a science fiction novel about two best friends exploring alien planets together. Skull walks up to Billy.

Skull(while handing Billy the book): “You should’ve seen the look on your face HAHAHA it was so stupid and funny!”

Billy(annoyed): “WELL IF YOU SCARE SOMEONE LIKE THAT, UGLY FACES WILL BE MADE!”

Skull: “Haha you can’t deny I scared you good though.”

Billy: “Ok fine! You did!”

Skull: “You look so cute when you’re annoyed.”

Billy: “What?”

Skull realizes what he just said and decides to play it off like he didn’t say anything.

Skull says, acting as if nothing happened: “SO! THIS ARCADE YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT, where is it?”

Billy pauses and then says: “It’s inside.”

They both walk into the mall. And they see a map of the mall near the fountain. They head up to the 2nd floor of the mall on an escalator. They reach and start walking.

Billy: “So, where have you been the past few days? I think I barely saw you and you only showed up yesterday to classes or at school at all.”

Skull: “Well I decided to take a break from school for a few days because I wanted to clear my head and just relax a little. That day I got attacked by putties kinda freaked me a little so I just needed rest and time off.”

Billy: “Well that’s nice. Rest is really important, especially after going through something like this.”

Skull: “oh and I also glued studs onto this jacket I’m wearing.”

Billy: “wow that’s so cool. I won’t say that I want to dress more punk but I do admire the fashion-forwardness of it.”

As they keep walking they see neon lights in the distance.

Skull: “hey I think that’s the arcade!”

Billy: “oh yes”

Skull grabs Billy’s hand and runs toward the arcade with him.

Billy: skull! Oh my god!!!

They both reach the arcade, out of breath, but ready to play games.

They both play Pac-Man and then skee ball together.

They then have a vs fight in Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat. And then played some racing games together.

They walk out of the arcade laughing and having a friendly debate about which is better, Street Fighter or Mortal Kombat.

Skull: “I’m telling you! Mortal Kombat is so much more better and fun than Street Fighter.”

Billy: “Nope Street Fighter has better backstories for the characters and the moves are cool too. And the art style definitely has more thought out into it than Mortal Kombat.”

Skull: “Sure, but Mortal Kombat has BLOODSHED!”

Billy: “Well, Street Fighter has Ryu and Ken…

Skull: “well can rYu aNd kEn rip each other’s spines and hearts out?”

Billy sighs and admits defeat.

Billy: “Fine! You do raise a cool point.

Skull: “haha come on, I’m hungry.”

Skull grabs Billy’s hands again and starts running toward the food court. While running Billy says.

Billy: “COULD YOU STOP DOING THAT!”

Skull: “HAHA NOPE!”

They both run near the food court and as they are walking in Skull spots Bulk. Skull quickly runs out with Billy and stands in a corner.

Billy: “What happened?”

Skull: “Bulk is in there, I have been avoiding him for the past few days and if he spots me here with you he might just kill me!”

Skull starts hyperventilating. Billy tries to calm him down.

Billy: “Hey hey, it’s ok. We don’t have to see him. There is an ice cream place down the street maybe we can go there?”

Skull slowly starts to slow down, and starts breathing normally again.

Skull: “yea we can do that”

Billy nods in reassurance.

They both head out of the mall and go to an ice cream place.

Billy gets a double scoop with blueberry and strawberry.

Skull also gets a double scoop but with Oreo and butter scotch.

They both go to the nearest park and walk around talking to each other.

Billy: “So you haven’t met Bulk the past few days?”

Skull: “yea, I have been trying my best to avoid him. There were times when he would spot me and I would act like I didn’t hear him and just walk away. And the times he did get a hold of me, I would just make an excuse and leave.”

Billy: “so you’re just going to ghost him out of your friendship?”

Skull: “I guess so. Bulk is the kinda guy that thinks with his fists. So even if I do tell him how I feel, he won’t care and probably beat me up.”

Billy: “Wow, seems like bulk is a really shitty person.”

Skull: “What did you say?”

Billy: “what?”

Skull chuckles for a moment and then starts laughing.

Billy: “WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?”

Skull: “HAHAHAHA, I have just never heard you swear before HAHA!”

Skull continues to laugh.

Billy(while pushing skull in a friendly way): “IT’S NOT FUNNY!”

Skull continues to laugh as they walk out of the park.

They continue to walk and talk to each other. Talking about comic books until they reach a beach. It’s almost dark and no one is at the beach.

They walk near the shore.

Skull: “Hey today was a lot of fun. Thank you for inviting me to hang with you.”

Billy: “don’t mention it. I had a lot of fun too and I’m glad you were here with me.”

Skull: “you know this is the happiest I have felt in a long time. It feels like shit when you’re just this mean person and have friends like bulk who aren’t all that nice to you either. And since I’m a bully no one really talks to me. But you at least tolerated me HAHA! And I’m glad to get to know you a little.”

Billy: “I’m glad you feel that way. And I’m also glad to get to know you a little. Makes me see you as a better person.”

Skull: “wait.”

Skull grabs Billy’s arm. He looks into his eyes and then puts his hand on Billy’s cheek. Skull closes his eyes and softly kisses Billy. Skull pulls away gently with a little bit of fear in his eyes, wondering if he made a mistake. Billy then puts his hand on Skull's cheek and pulls him into a tender kiss. Skull's fears go away. A wave rushes onto their feet but they don’t care as they kiss each other. Billy pulls away. They both smile and start laughing gently while blushing.

Skull: “Billy, I like you, and I know that we only talked for like 2 days but since that day you saved me from the putties, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. You made me feel something that none of my current friends could make me feel. And that was comfort. You made me feel comfortable to be around you. And you don’t have to say yes or anything-“

Billy: “I like you too.”

Skull gets an excited smile and picks up Billy off the ground and spins around. He puts Billy down and gives Billy a peck.

Billy: “How about you meet my friends? I know that saying how you feel to bulk might feel scary but maybe if you have nicer people around you will get more courage.”

Skull: “I don’t think your friends like me though.”

Billy: “I’ll convince them, plus they only know you as a mean person, they haven’t seen the more nice and more caring side of you yet.”

Skull: “Are you sure?”

Billy nods.

Skull thinks for a second.

Skull: “Ok then. But can we hang after school hours? I’m still not sure if I can be spotted with you and your friends at the moment. It’s not that I’m ashamed or something I just-“

Billy puts a finger on Skull's lips and tells him to hush

Billy: “I understand.”

Skull smiles.

They both walk home together.

Skull was blushing the whole time.

#mlm love #mlm fanfic #mlm #gay #queer #bi mlm #power rangers #mighty morphin power rangers #fanfiction #romance #just gays being gays #those gays and their earrings #fanfic

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