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corroded-hellfire · 8 months

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Infestation, Oppression, Possession - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You warn Eddie about playing with a Ouija board, too bad he doesn’t listen.

Note: As a horror movie junkie, my personal favorites are the possession ones (esp The Conjuring, where the title of this comes from) so here’s a little Halloween horror starring Eddie

Warnings: playing with ouija board, possession, general spookiness because tis the season

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“Please promise me that you won’t play with it,” you beg your boyfriend. “They’re dangerous.”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “Babe, it’s just a piece of wood with some paint on it. How could it be dangerous?”

You eye the Ouija board sitting on his bed, the planchette inconspicuously resting on top of it. There are no shortage of horror stories and cautionary tales warning people away from playing with such a dangerous game. You’ve spent the better part of the last hour relating these worries to Eddie, who seems to think nothing of them at all–or about the fact that he bought it to begin with. It doesn’t seem to matter how much the whole thing bothers you.

“You never know who or what you’re communicating with,” you tell Eddie. “You could be opening a portal for something evil.” “So, you think a demon is going to decide to come here to little ol’ Hawkins? And will want to possess me? I’m flattered.” Eddie raises his eyebrows and lets out a small chuckle. A groan slips from your lips as you rub your hands over your face in aggravation.

“Just…please,” you beg as you stand up from where you’re perched on Eddie’s amp. “For me? Just throw it out.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says as he takes a few steps over to you. He places his hands on your shoulders and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Relax, okay? I’ll be careful.”

“Can’t you just–”

“Baby,” Eddie interrupts you. “Go to work, okay? I promise I’ll put it away.”

“You should throw it away,” you say sternly. “Or burn it. You’d have fun doing that, I know.”

Eddie chuckles and presses another kiss to your head. He slips his arms around you and tugs you against his chest. “Come on, sweetheart. It’s okay. Just go to work and try and forget all about it, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, pulling out of his arms. “Serving greasy burgers to angry truckers is really going to take a load off my mind.”

Calloused fingers gently grip your chin and tilt your head up. Soft but chapped lips press against your own and you close your eyes as you lean into the kiss.

“I love you,” Eddie whispers against your mouth.

“I love you, too.”

“Everything is going to be fine,” Eddie assures you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Bright and early with two coffees.”

“Make sure you don’t drink half of mine before you get to my house this time,” you say as you swipe one of your boyfriend’s hoodies from where it’s sprawled across his desk.

“No promises,” Eddie tells you as you slip the sweatshirt on over your head.

You press one last kiss to his lips, avoiding looking at the devil board on his bed, before heading out to work.

Eddie huffs a laugh to himself once you’ve left. He’s surprised that you’re so worried about the Ouija board. Usually, you’re so cool and collected, always logical and tactful in your way of thinking. It’s not like you to believe in some silly superstition. Maybe it’s just getting too close to Halloween, Eddie thinks as he picks up the board and planchette. Corroded Coffin should be by in about twenty minutes for a songwriting session, but first, Eddie thinks, perhaps the guys will have some fun and try to scare one another.

The next night, Eddie’s lounging on his bed, guitar perched on his lap as he strums a few new chords that the band came up with last night. His amp is on since Wayne isn’t home, turned down just enough so the neighbors won’t complain. Fingers glide over the strings as Eddie plays around with the sounds of a possible new song. A beautiful melody flows to meet Eddie’s ears, but the moment he lets his eyes slip closed to lose himself in the music, the amp cuts out.

The sudden silence has Eddie sitting up and frowning at the amp in confusion. Gently setting his sweetheart down on the bed, he leans over to fiddle with the controls on the amp. It’s still turned on, all the dials are set just as they should be, so why did it go quiet? Eddie pushes himself off the bed to make sure the plug hasn’t come loose. A deeper frown etches on Eddie’s forehead as he sees the plug snugly in place in the outlet.

“Stupid old trailer,” Eddie grumbles as he gets down on his knees. “God damn electric problems.”

The outlet above the one the amp is plugged into has Eddie’s lamp connected to it–the same lamp that’s currently on and shining brightly next to his bed. Yanking both cords from the wall, Eddie tries putting the lamp’s plug into the bottom outlet, just to make sure that’s what isn’t working. The moment the prongs snap into the wall though, the light illuminates his dark room again.

“What the fuck,” Eddie mutters under his breath. He switches the lamp back to the top outlet and puts the amp back into the bottom one. “This amp is new, what the hell? Stupid piece of–”

Earsplitting feedback abruptly rings out through the amp, causing Eddie to fall back on his ass and cover his ears. Heart beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings, Eddie stares at the amp with wide eyes. The racket only lasts five seconds, but it’s enough to freak Eddie out.

“O-Okay…” Eddie says as he pushes himself back to his feet. The room is quiet once again. The lamp is on, his guitar is still nestled against his pillow, and the amp sits there inconspicuously on the stained carpet.

“Jesus, this place is a shithole,” Eddie says, trying to convince himself it’s just some faulty wiring in his old home. He sits back down on his bed and the moment he grips the neck of his sweetheart, the bleating sound of the phone ringing in the hallway has him jumping out of his skin. Once his mind registers what the new noise is, Eddie laughs at himself as he sets his guitar back down and heads toward the phone. “You’re a wuss, Munson. Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, keep your pants on. Hello?”

“Hey, Eddie,” your cheerful voice greets through the phone.

“Hi, babe. Hmm, I take back what I just said then.”

“What?” you ask.

“I told whoever was on the phone to keep their pants on as I walked down the hall. I take that back now.” You can practically hear the smirk on your boyfriend’s face.

“Who said I’m even wearing any?” you tease.

“I’m listening.”

The mystery of the faulty sound equipment quickly fades from Eddie’s head.

Eddie huffs as he uses a flashlight to look through the pantry. The damn lights in the trailer are flickering like crazy and it’s driving Eddie up the wall. At first, he’d thought it was just the lights in his room, but it seemed to follow him down the hall and into the living room as well.

Searching for something to eat, the aggravation only hits a new high when the flashlight in Eddie’s hands also starts flickering.

“Okay, what the actual fuck?” Eddie demands. He bangs the flashlight against his palm and the beam becomes steady once more. “Thank you.”

As if the lights heard his pleasure, they all turn off at once–even the flashlight.

“Are you shitting me?” Eddie shouts. The darkness comes on so quickly that Eddie’s eyes take their sweet time adjusting. He bangs his head on a cabinet as he shuffles out of the kitchen. Like someone flipped a switch, the lights come on all at once–even ones that weren’t turned on before. The sudden brightness burns Eddie’s eyes, and he drops the flashlight to cover them. Slowly, the lights fade back to their usual strength and Eddie is able to open his eyes without pain. He blinks them a few times, still getting them to adjust to the brightness when the front door opens and Wayne steps inside.

The older man shrugs out of his jacket and hangs it on a hook near the door. He eyes Eddie where he stands, eyes watering from how sensitive they are right now.

“What’s with you, boy?” Wayne asks.

“Did you pay the electric bill?” Eddie asks in return, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“‘Course I did. Why?”

“Because these damn lights are going crazy,” Eddie says, flinging one hand in the direction of the nearest lamp. “Just wait, they’ve been flickering for an hour now.”

Wayne stands near the door with his hands on his hips, looking around the room at the different lights that are on. Eddie squares his jaw when not even one little flicker occurs.

“Smoke a little too much tonight?” Wayne asks with a chuckle as he walks past his nephew and into the kitchen.

“I didn’t even…ugh, never mind.”

“You want a grilled cheese?” Wayne asks, opening the fridge.

“Sure. Thanks.” Eddie plops down on the couch and stares at the ceiling. The lights had been going crazy–right?

“Did you sleep at all last night?” you ask Eddie at lunch.

Dull brown eyes slide over to you, dark bag eyes beneath them puffy and prevalent, and seem as if they look right through you.

“A little,” Eddie says with a shrug.

“Dude, you look like shit,” Gareth says.

The Dungeon Master raises his hand to flip off his friend while he lowers his head down to the lunch table. He felt like shit too, but he wouldn’t give his friends the satisfaction of knowing that.

Over the next few days, Eddie only looks worse and worse. His face begins to look drawn, his skin a sickly shade of greenish gray. His clothes are more unkempt and wrinkled than normal, appearing as if he’d slept in them the night before. Every morning on the way to school you’d try to get out the knots that had accumulated in your boyfriend’s hair during the night. There hadn’t been a time when his hair had been this much of a pain before. Eventually, you just slip your red scrunchie from your wrist and tie his hair into a ponytail at the base of his neck.

“Are we getting pizza tonight?” you ask as Eddie parks his van in the Hawkins High parking lot.

“Babe, I’m not even going to Hellfire tonight,” he tells you, all emotion zapped from his voice.

“You’re not going to Hellfire?” you ask in shock.

“No,” Eddie grumbles as he pulls the keys from the ignition.

“Why don’t you just go home, baby?” you suggest as you reach over and move a few loose strands of hair out of his face.

“Maybe.” Eddie gives a half-hearted shrug and shoves the van door open and slides out. Frown still pinched on your face, you follow him out and stick by his side as long as you can until you have to go to your separate first periods.

Your phone rings as you’re buttoning your jeans the next morning, and you hop over to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” There’s no energy in Eddie’s voice, the sound raspy and gravelly. “I can’t take you to school today. Not getting out of bed.”

“Aww, baby,” you coo. “I’m going to come over and take care of you. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“No,” Eddie responds. “You’ve got a test today, go to school.”

“Can’t hear you. I’m coming over. Bye.” You hang up before he can protest again; because you know he will. Eddie’s hoodie from the other week is still hanging over the chair in your room so you toss it on before heading out the door to your car.

Eddie looks as shitty as he sounded when you get to his place. He’s sprawled out in bed, the covers tucked up under his chin and his eyes half-lidded as he tries to focus on you. You sigh as you sit down on the edge of his bed. When you reach up and move some hair off of his forehead you feel that his skin is surprisingly cool against your fingertips. You’d expected heat there–most likely a fever raging inside of his body.

“Are you cold?” you ask. Eddie nods, seeming like he hardly has the energy for even that. “I’ll get you another blanket.”

The room feels chilly to you as well, but not enough to warrant two heavy blankets being piled atop of you. Something is definitely going on inside of his body. As you open Eddie’s closet to grab another blanket, your eyes land on the Ouija board sitting on top of a pile of dirty clothes. The room suddenly feels hot as your temper flares. Anger builds up in your chest and your nostrils flare as you snatch up a blanket. Spinning around to face Eddie again, you stomp over to him.

“What the hell, Eddie? Why is the Ouija board still here?” you demand.

Eddie groans and turns his head to bury it in his pillow.

“Talk quieter, please,” he begs.

“Answer. Me.” Despite your anger, you’re not heartless. You lower your volume as you shake out the blanket and lay it across your boyfriend’s body. “Did you play with it?”

The guilty look that crosses his face gives you his answer before he opens his mouth to croak out, “Yes.”

“Eddie,” you whine, running your hands over your hair. “What if that’s what’s wrong?” You gesture to him lying down on his bed, lethargic and exhausted.

“Stop,” Eddie groans, squeezing his eyes closed. “M’just getting sick. Or worn down.”

“But you don’t know–”

“Babe, calm down,” Eddie begs, trying to inject as much fervor into his voice as he can. “It’s not from some dumb game. That’s ridiculous.”

The only reason you bite your tongue is because he looks so miserable bundled up in the middle of his bed. Deciding to let it go for now, you sit down next to his head and card your fingers through his curls.

“Can I get you anything?” you ask him softly.

“Just you,” Eddie answers, mustering up a small smile to give you.

As you lean down to press another kiss to his forehead, you swear he feels even colder than he did a few minutes ago.

Eddie still isn’t back to himself the next week. In fact, he says he feels worse. You weren’t able to take the whole time off from school or work, but any moment that wasn’t spent somewhere you were obligated to be, you were at his side. He refused to go to the doctor and even Wayne couldn’t get him to go. It seems the shittier Eddie feels the more stubborn he is.

On Thursday, you don’t have work, so you head to Eddie’s place straight from school. He hasn’t been able to answer the door since he’s been staying in bed most of the time, so you just let yourself inside as usual.

“I’m here, Eddie,” you call out, not too loud though, in case he’s asleep. Your sneakers join the small pile of shoes near the front door, and you pad down the hallway to your boyfriend’s room. Confusion furrows your brow when you don’t see him in his bed. A glance behind you confirms that he’s not in the bathroom, so where else could he be? You take a few steps into his room and spot Eddie standing near the closet, his back to you. His back is straight as a rod and his stained Marlboro shirt and blue plaid pajama pants hang loose on his thin frame, even thinner from lack of food lately.

Cautiously, you take a few steps in his direction. The hair on the back of your neck is raised but you’re not sure why. It’s just your boyfriend.

“Eddie?” you ask timidly. “Are you okay? What are you doing out of bed? Eddie?”

A few heavy silent moments hang in the air. Then with a sudden sickening cracking sound, Eddie’s head snaps towards you. With a gasp, you take a step back. His eyes are entirely black. No trace of the dark brown that you love so much or the white that should be there. Pure black, darker than night. A sinister, toothy smile slides onto the mouth you’ve kissed so many times before. Your body trembles from the inside out as you stare in horror at whatever you’re witnessing in front of you. Eddie’s mouth opens, but the growling voice that comes out does not belong to him.

“Eddie isn’t here anymore.”

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starker-raving-mads · 3 months

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For you: Part V

This is the part I was waiting for. :)

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Peter hadn't slept a wink in two days.

"Baby, come on, you're scaring me here," Aunt May said, frown firmly on her face as she ran her hands through the teen's hair. Peter had been at their small dining table, coffee in hand, bags under his eyes, when May woke up, took one look at him, and realized his insomnia had kicked in again. "Is it the noises again?"

Peter often couldn't sleep because the city was too loud. Even louder now than it had been before, because there was so much more construction and angry shouting from people still trying to make space for themselves in a world that had been half empty a few months ago. That wasn't why he couldn't sleep this time, his mind too entrenched in Tony Stark missed you to shut down. He hummed in agreement to Aunt May, though. Let her think it's the sound, there's no way he could possibly explain the reality.

She pet his hair for another minute, soothing the both of them in the same ritualistic maternal way she always had, before she took his face in both her hands and made him look at her.

"You need to get some sleep," she said, tone firm. "And I know you can't just - turn off the Spider-Man thing," she huffed before he could protest. "But maybe - maybe you could sleep in the penthouse. I know it's quieter there than it is here." She sounded hesitant saying it, and Peter knew why.

Despite it having been months since the will reading and his life having been irrevocably changed, despite feeling comfortable with what was left of the Avengers and spending time in Tony's - his - lab, he hadn't set foot into the penthouse. It felt too raw. Too intimate. Too much.

"No, May, I'll be fine," he protested weakly. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, thankful it would be months yet before his first semester at Columbia started. He could get a hold of himself by then, right?

"Peter Parker," May's voice was sharp. "I will not have you getting yourself sick because of this. If you can't find a way to nap today, here, you're going to spend the night at the penthouse I don't care what you have to say, mister."

That was how, 12 hours later, he found himself at the elevator exit to the Stark Tower penthouse, bag of clothes in hand.

"Mother, would you like to come in?" Friday asked. Her tone was curious, not sure why Peter had just been standing inside the open elevator when the door to the Penthouse was right there. Humans were strange.

"I - yeah, sure, baby girl, sorry," he said, shaking his head.

If being in Mr. Stark's labs was enough to make his inner voice echo he missed you, he missed you, he missed you then being in his penthouse was enough for it to say you miss him right back. The living room was much the same as the last time he'd seen it, though a little sparser. Pictures of Tony and Pepper were now missing, the random pieces of artwork that had lined the walls were conspicuous in their absence, and the caddy that normally held his favorite, ultra-soft blanket he used during movie nights was gone.

He set his bag down on the sleek waterfall counter of the open kitchen and wandered the space, feeling Tony's absence like a discordant note in a song.

"Friday, what happened to - Mr. Stark's stuff?" he asked, not really sure how to phrase the question. There was a lot missing there, like the blankets, some of the pillows, even Mr. Stark's desk.

"Boss moved a lot of the items that were here out when he and Ms. Potts officially moved to the cabin," the AI said before continuing. "Then, after his death and the will reading, Ms. Potts sent movers up to retrieve last minute items."

He frowned.

"Lock everything down that belongs to me, that was Mr. Stark's," he asked. "I don't want anyone coming in or out without my express permission. I don't like the thought of her taking things that don't belong to her."

"Yes, Mother. If you would like, I can send a request through official channels to get any missing items back?"

He sighed. "No," he grumbled. "It's fine, I don't think anything serious was taken - she didn't grab any of the tech did she?"

"No, it was primarily artwork, sculptures, furniture, and other such items," Friday replied. "There were a few things, like blankets, books, and vinyl records she also retrieved. I am sorry if anything was taken that you had wished to remain, Mother." The intelligence sensed his slight distress and her tone had shifted to slightly sorrowful.

"It's fine, sweetheart," he sighed. "You didn't know and it wasn't anything too important."

He walked the rest of the penthouse, the floor very familiar to him. He had his own room here from crashing after too-late lab binges, and sometimes he and Tony would skip the lab all together for a 'day off' and watch movies, order pizza, and just relax. Not every hallway or room had memories, but enough did to the point that the reminders were becoming more of a dull ache than the sharp stabs he'd been expecting.

Walking down the hallway where the bedrooms were, he peered into his own. Officially it was a guest room, but it had been Peter's for long enough that a few of his clothes were stuffed into the drawers of the dresser, one of his favorite pillows was tossed onto the bed, and his old, half-broken laptop was on the desk. He smiled softly. His new laptop - still new to him, despite it having been months (years) in his possession - had come from Mr. Stark after he'd watched Peter fix his DIY one too many times.

"Here, kid," the older man had said, thunking down a sleek piece of silver tech in front of him. "I'm tired of watching you try to bring Frankenstein to life over here."

"You mean Frankenstein's Monster," Peter had replied, smiling up at the man playfully. Tony rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh before walking away. "Thank you, sir!"

"Yeah, yeah, just try to keep your Monster away from me." A wink, and he was on the other side of the room.

Stepping away from his room, he walked further down the hallway, to an area of the penthouse he'd never actually explored - Mr. Stark's bedroom. And, realistically, it was Mr. Stark's. He knew that Ms. Potts had infinitely preferred the brownstone that she was left in Manhattan to the sleek, open views of the penthouse. Peter didn't think he'd ever seen her around the apartment, and from what Mr. Stark said, she'd only stayed over in the early days of their relationship and hadn't spent time here after it became Avenger Tower, and then Stark Tower again.

Peter couldn't really bring himself to feel bad about being so happy over that fact, either when he learned it, or now, as he opened up Tony's bedroom and walked inside.

The room was low-lit, with most of the light coming from the entire wall of windows to one side, city lights gleaming in like stars. There was a patio with a hot tub just outside the barrier of the windows and the silent, faint muffle of city life beyond. This room, in particular, was quiet. Peter had to wonder if it was actually more soundproofed than the rest of the penthouse, or if it was just in his head.

The bed was made, all dark wood and metal platform with deep blue-gray sheets on top. The comforter was probably the softest thing he'd ever felt and god, the smell. It felt like Tony had just left the room, smell lingering across every surface - rich, spicy and musky. Something indulgent and instinctual made Peter toe off his shoes and, still fully dressed, get into the bed.

He covered his head with the blankets and laid in the silent dark, surrounded by Mr. Stark - his scent, his belongings, feeling like he was finally where he was meant to be. His throat closed up with emotions he barely willed away.

Uncovering his head again, he said to Friday, "Fri, turn out the lights and wake me up at 9?", before shimmying out of his jeans. He laid there for a long time before, at long last, sleep took him.

For the first time since he returned from the Blip - and to be honest, probably from before then too - he had no nightmares. No buildings crushing him, no existential pain of being disintegrated, no Mr. Stark covered in blood, light dying in his eyes.

Instead, he was surrounded in warmth and an amazing scent. His senses tingled in the best way, like everything was as it should be. Mind quiet, muscles finally losing their tension. It was perfect.

Over the course of the next month, Peter split his time pretty evenly between his and May's apartment and Tony's penthouse. He loved May, and he didn't want to leave her alone after so long, but there was something that just felt right about being at the penthouse. She seemed to understand, and said that as long as he still came by to see her a few times a week and they talked on the phone every day that she wouldn't begrudge him the independence. It was a relief to her, he thought, to see him becoming more stable rather than wallowing in depression.

This was probably the biggest change, thus far, since becoming Tony's heir. That, the amount of messages Friday received bugging him for interviews with any and all media outlets, and working on Tony's 'Peter Project.'

A few days after stumbling on the billionaire's research into recreating organic intelligence, Peter decided to pick the project back up again. No matter that it made his heart squeeze almost painfully, he felt like he had to complete it. It was the man's last big effort and it felt wrong to leave it undone.

He'd spent most of his free time - when not with May, his friends, or patrolling - pouring over the data. He couldn't quite figure out why Mr. Stark had ceased his efforts as once Peter found the digital files for the project it looked as if the man had been practically finished.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, he asked, "Baby girl, I swear he made this difficult on purpose. Why did Mr. Stark stop looking into this?"

Could it simply have been that once it was within the man's grasp that it hurt too much to complete?

"Boss was unable to gather enough data that represented the you variable in the Peter Project to continue," she replied.

"What does that mean?" he asked, puzzled.

"The amount of information that needs to be analyzed simply was not enough," Friday explained. "The algorithm to extrapolate and recreate your personality, intelligence, and mannerisms needed approximately 130,000 hours of footage, metabolic data, and other such information before being able to provide a close approximation of what makes Peter, Peter."

The teen did the math in his head before his eyes widened. "15 years??"

"That is correct, Mother," there was that amusement laced within the AI's tone again. If Peter was right, it was happening more often. It made him proud to see his little AI start to grow up. "And since you are only 18 years old currently, this would have been an impossible task. Ideally, the 15 years worth of data would have been collected post-adolescence, as well, to cement what was Peter from what was Little Peter."

Peter hummed in understanding, leaning back into the couch. He crossed his arms behind his head and sat thinking for long, long moments as ideas formed in his head.

He sat upright as something occurred to him.

"Friday?" he asked, nerves making his voice waver.

"Yes, Mother?"

"How much data do you have on Mr. Stark? Like - " he gulped before continuing " - like the data needed for the Peter Project?"

She paused before saying, "As I have access to Jarvis's data as well as my own, I have approximately 144,540 hours of appropriate data."

His nerves tingled, every fiber of his being screaming at him - stop, go, do, don't. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But - but it was a way to get Mr. Stark back. Some semblance of him. A fairly accurate representation, at least, right?

"What's the latest data that you have access to for Mr. Stark?" he asked instead of saying what he really, really shouldn't. He would stop here and now if it was pre-Blip. He couldn't bring a Tony back that didn't have those -

"The final files I have appropriate for this measure are concurrent with the fight against Thanos," Friday said helpfully. "Technically speaking, as well, if you allow me to access Karen's records I would be able to shore up my data with that which was obtained via her recordings."

His heart stopped. Then, it raced.

"Okay baby," he finally said, mind running a million miles an hour now, standing and rushing to his desk. His hands flew, opening new files and folders, copying data, working. "We're opening a new project and I want you to copy over all the data from the Peter Project to it, okay?"

"Yes, Mother." Friday paused, deliberating. "May I ask what this is in reference to?"

"Yeah," he said, mind already ten steps ahead. "We're going to bring Mr. Stark back. Name the new project 'Tony Only Needs You'."

TONY.

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bones4thecats · 7 months

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2023 Halloween Special; RoR

A/N: Part 1 of the Halloween Specials, and when they are all posted, I will have a special announcement in regardance to my Request Form, enjoy~~

Their Favorite Thing To Do With Their S/O During Halloween

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📯 This guy thoroughly enjoys singing a bunch of halloween songs through his megaphone at the other norse gods, his favorite to sing is This is Halloween from ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’

📯 Heimdall does also enjoy judging people’s costumes, though it’s mostly the children who dress up, since most gods see it as pointless

📯 If you ever wanted to do couple-costumes, he’d do it happily

📯 This god does try to get Odin and the others to allow trick-or-treating in the house, so they can connect with the new generation of children faster

📯 It fails, but he never stops trying every year

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🍭 This guy lives for trick-or-treating

🍭 It’s a day where he gets free candy to add to his stash, if he could, he’d make every day Halloween

🍭 He also enjoys dressing up in costumes with you, though it’s mostly just things simple like ghosts, very rarely will he ever put an extreme amount of effort into something to trivial when he could be spending that time with you

🍭 Whenever he gets candy that night, he basically rushes home with you and begins to add the sweets to his already existing stash he hides in your room and the one he hides somewhere else throughout your shared home

🍭 Honestly, it surprised everyone on how the food somehow hasn’t expired

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📨 This god. Oh boy

📨 He has so much work to do when it comes to delivering messages that he never really had a Halloween to celebrate, even with you

📨 But since this year Zeus wanted to see his son happy and free for the day, he gave him the day off as an early Christmas gift

📨 Hermes immediately went home and began to bake

📨 That is his favorite thing to do with you, make all kinds of treats for all the pantheons

📨 He’d love making things like pumpkin pie, but he also enjoys cooking a bunch of foods, he has an amazing palette, and knows exactly what everyone likes, because he flies around a lot

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🐍 This little gremlin likes doing anything revolving around scaring people

🐍 If you think he does this enough when it isn’t Halloween, prepare the sappy movies

🐍 He constantly jumps out to scare everyone that passes by, especially Thor, Odin or his birds, and you

🐍 Loki also enjoys watching horror movies, his favorites are either slasher movies or psychological

🐍 He’s so mental that he even recommends things for the antagonist to do;

“ Come on, just cut her head off, she’ll bleed like a pig! “

🐍 Everytime some child asks trick-or-treat and Loki answers the door, he says trick and sprays them with silly string

🐍 Damn gremlin

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🪩 This head god of the Hindu Pantheon definitely enjoys survival horror movies

🪩 They bring him back to when he and Rudra were younger and battling the gods one by one

🪩 Shiva also enjoys going to pumpkin patches, baking, carving pumpkins, decorating the yard, and making treats with his wives and S/O

🪩 When you first handed him a pumpkin and told him to draw a face, he drew something along the lines of a temple of his

🪩 It was hard to carve, but he did enjoy watching you and his wives take out the seeds and stuffing to fully finish it

🪩 Watching you make decorations and treats also makes him happy

🪩 Shiva especially loves watching you and his wives help Ganesha with a costume if he wanted one that year, it was so domestic, it made him forget he could destroy something with a flick of his finger for a minute

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 10 months

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Hunting Monsters | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!!!

Requested: Yes!

Hi! Could you do a f!reader x Spencer where it's Halloween and reader brings their kid to the office, kind of like that scene with Henry dressed as spencer. I just think it would be so much cuter if it was reader and his kid instead

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Halloween. My favorite time of year, a close second to Christmas. I’ve always thought it to be the most comforting and calming time of year. The fall tastes of fresh, crisp new beginnings, and with it comes the fun holiday with the dressing up and the horror movies.

Although, ever since having a kid four years ago, the way I went about the holiday changed drastically. Not that many horror movies were being watched and instead of going all out in dressing up, I went all-out dressing up my darling Poppy.

Now that Poppy is four years old, it means she’s old enough to go trick-or-treating.

It means I get to live vicariously through her.

“Mama!” Poppy exclaims as she runs up to me when I pick her up from school.

Smiling, I lift her up into my arms and pepper her chubby cheeks with kisses. “Had a fun day at school, Pop?” She nods her head vigorously, her blonde curls that mirrored her father’s bounce on her shoulders. “Wanna do something fun today?” I ask when I put her down again and guide her towards the car.

“What, Mommy?”

I buckle her in her seat and kiss her forehead. “We can go get some pumpkins and carve them? And maybe we can look through the fun costumes and pick out yours for trick-or-treating?”

“Yes!” she claps her hands excitedly, bouncing in her seat.

I let out a laugh before getting into the driver’s seat and driving us to the nearest Target with ABBA softly playing over the radio. Every once in a while, I catch Poppy singing along to her favorite songs, though it often sounds more like a mutter of phonetic sounds, but it melts my heart nonetheless.

“Mommy,” Poppy starts when we have our pumpkin and are browsing through the Halloween costumes.

“Yeah, Pumpkin?”

“I don’t wanna go trick-or-treating,” she pouts, her bottom lip jutting out.

I furrow my brows, slightly disappointed that my own daughter doesn’t share my joy for the holiday. “Why’s that?”

“Jack tells me it’s the night all the monsters come out… I’m scared of monsters, mama.”

A chuckle rolls off my lips. Of course Jack would’ve told her that during their last play date. He does enjoy scaring Poppy and Henry a little too much, no matter how innocent he may seem. I can’t force my daughter to go out on Halloween if she’s too scared to, even if it makes me sad.

“Okay, Pumpkin, if you really don’t wanna go, then you don’t have to. We can stay inside and watch our favorite Halloween movies, how’s that?” I suggest, hoping she might warm up to that idea and eventually, maybe, hopefully, feel brave enough to go trick-or-treating after all.

“Yes! But then we need new pajamas,” she mumbles and I can’t help but laugh.

She truly is my daughter.

After procuring matching Halloween pajamas for all three of us and paying for everything, I take Poppy home where we carve out the pumpkin and decorate the house and porch together – or at least she helps for five minutes, then gets bored and leaves me to finish the rest.

“All right, Pops, what do you think?” I ask her as I step back and inspect the decorated living room.

Poppy grins. “I like it,” she says before getting distracted by her toys again.

My smile mirrors hers as my phone dings, signaling a text coming through. I fish the device out of my back pocket to see who needs me.

Hubby Spence ❤️: Just landed! Come pick me up?

“Honey Pops, daddy just landed. Shall we go pick him up?” Her bright honey-colored eyes widen in excitement as she gets up on her chubby legs and rushes towards the door where she had left her shoes earlier. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” I mumble before following her out.

The two of us make it to Quantico where the security guard lets us inside, already knowing who we are – though not without the usual showing of ID and Poppy’s favorite part; the beep-beep-machine. With our guest-badges pinned on, we make our way to the sixth floor.

“Auntie Pen!” Poppy shrieks when the colorful blonde walks into the hallway just as the elevator doors open.

Penelope, my best friend, gasped before crouching down and opening her arms for the four-year-old to run into. She wraps her chubby arms around Penelope’s neck in the squishiest hug she could possibly give.

“Ooh, Honey Pops, have I missed you!” Penelope coos, smacking her lips on Poppy’s chubby cheek. My favorite sound in the whole wide world fills the BAU Headquarters hallway; my daughter’s giggles.

As Penelope tickles the little girl, causing the giggles to get louder, the elevator dings and the doors open. Out comes the group of people I have come to love, one of which I have loved for over seven years now.

“Daddy!” Poppy squeals as her eyes land on her dad. Letting go of the little girl, Penelope joins my side to watch the four-year-old rush over towards the tall thirty-five-year-old. Spencer swiftly scoops up his daughter and peppers her face with kisses.

“Hi Popsicle,” he greets excitedly before greeting me with a chaste kiss. “What have you two been up to today?” he then asks her, the rest of his co-workers saying hi to me and Poppy.

Poppy places her tiny index-finger on her chin as though she has to think about it. “Uhmmm, we went to the shop! And we bought a pupkin and made a face in it!” she explains cutely. “And mommy decorated the house!”

Chuckling, Spencer and his co-workers glance over to me as I start to speak. “She also told me she doesn’t wanna go trick-or-treating,” I say before turning to Aaron Hotchner, the son’s father who scared her out of it. “Jack told her the monsters come out that night and now she’s scared.”

Hotch lets out a soft laugh. “Maybe I should have some words with my son,” he says jokingly.

“Popsicle, you don’t wanna go trick-or-treating?” Spencer asks, surprised. Poppy shakes her head, her blonde curls bouncing off her shoulders once again. “Because of the monsters?” She nods her head in response.

JJ tucks a strand of blonde hair behind Poppy’s ear. “Your daddy fights monsters too, Poppy, don’t you wanna fight and catch the monsters too?”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Poppy glances from JJ to her daddy and back. It’s like the gears behind her eyes are working overtime as she tries to think of an answer. I know she’s going to think about JJ’s words for a while, though I don’t think it would change her tiny little mind.

“Okay, how about you say goodbye to everyone for now, Honey Pops,” I tell her. “We need to show daddy what else we got from Target.” Spencer glances over at me with a mix of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

Spencer holds the girl out to everyone like an airplane, allowing her to do their usual ritual where she throws kisses at everyone whilst hovering in front of them on her father’s hand. The team let out a soft laugh and either blew kisses back or gave the little girl a wave as their goodbye.

After Spencer and I say our goodbyes to the team as well, the three of us head back home. I can’t help but feel a sudden rush of bliss run through me as Spencer reaches over and grabs my hand from his spot in the passenger’s seat. It’s been days since we were last together before he left for the next case. Having him back home with us feels like the last puzzle piece falls into place, making our family complete again.

“Daddy! Come look!” Poppy exclaims as soon as we walk into our house.

As Spencer and I approach our daughter, she’s holding up the Halloween pajamas we’d bought earlier. Spencer lets out an overly excited gasp. “These are so cool!” he says, his smile reaching up to his ears.

“These are for when we watch Halloween movies together!” Poppy explains before sitting down on the sofa. “Can I wear them tonight already, mommy?”

I boop her nose before reaching for the bright orange set. “Sure thing, Honey Pops.”

As I get Poppy ready for bed, Spencer empties his go-bag and gets it ready for the next case. Hearing him buzz around the house makes everything seem right. My heart is as happy as it should be around Halloween.

“Mama,” Poppy starts when I tuck her into bed.

“Yeah, Honey Pops?”

She snuggles her face into her pillow. “Can I think about going trick-or-treating?”

“Sure, honey, what makes you wanna change your mind?” I ask, wiping her blonde curls away from her face.

Poppy shrugs. “Auntie Jay told me daddy catches monsters… I wanna catch monsters, too, mommy. I-I can do it on Halloween!” The grin on her face widens at the thought.

A chuckle rolls off my lips. “Yes, you can!” The idea pops into my head and I lean in close to her ear to whisper it like a secret. “I might have the best idea for a costume, too.” Poppy lets out a gasp, her eyes glistening with curiosity and eagerness.

On Halloween night, I get Poppy ready to go trick-or-treating. She’s jumping around, bouncing off the walls with excitement. After having talked about how fun trick-or-treating could be and coming up with a plan to catch all the monsters on her path, she’s finally agreed to go.

“Shall we go show Daddy and the team?” I ask her as I put the pair of fake glasses on her nose.

Poppy nods her head vigorously before grabbing my hand and basically dragging me out the door. Once we arrive at the BAU, Poppy skips through the hallways in her adorable little outfit.

“Honey Pops, why don’t you wait here, give you a big entrance, huh?” She nods her head and hides behind the wall, allowing me to enter the bullpen through the glass doors where I find my husband and all his co-workers, talking about a local case they’d just returned from.

Spencer’s face lights up when he sees me. “Hi, sweetheart,” he greets and kisses my cheek. “Where’s Pops?”

“Remember how she was scared to go trick-or-treating?” Everyone nods their heads in response. “Well, her favorite auntie Jay managed to change her cute little genius brain as long as she could go as her all-time favorite profiler in the world…”

Poppy shrieks as she runs into the room, showing off her combination of tiny dress pants, white button-down and sweater vest. The team’s eyes widen as do their smiles. Compliments and excited exclaims bounce off the walls.

“Popsicle!” Spencer says excitedly as he crouches down in front of his daughter. “Who are you supposed to be?!”

“You, daddy!” she giggles.

“Like father, like daughter,” Morgan chuckles.

While Spencer clips on his badge on her sweater vest, Poppy’s giggles fill up the room. I watch the two of them, allowing my insides to melt at the sight. Poppy is the spitting image of her father, though her nose is the only feature of mine that she inherited.

JJ and Penelope crouch down in front of Poppy to fawn over her as Spencer stands up straight again and turns to me instead. His smile is captivating. “She’s quite the character, isn’t she?”

“Like father, like daughter,” I repeat Morgan’s words.

Spencer’s head tilts a little as he frowned, though the smile doesn’t vanish. “Her being excited about Halloween, that's all you, baby,” he points out.

“Sure, but her interest in catching monsters? That's all you,” I retort.

An excited squeal brings the both of us back to the room, tearing us away from our moment where it was just the two of us. Poppy was being thrown into the air by Morgan, her excited giggles turning into shrieks.

“All right, let’s go, Honey Pops,” I order sweetly, grinning up at the flying child in the room.

Morgan gently places her back on her feet. “Can daddy’s team come too?” she asks, glancing up at the adults surrounding her.

“No, honey,” I chuckle. “You have your own team with Henry and Jack.”

Pouting, Poppy turns to her dad. “Will you be coming, daddy?”

“You betcha,” Spencer grins and grabs her hand before guiding her towards the doors.

My smile only widens as I watch my husband and daughter walk off, chatting about God-knows-what. Anything Spencer and Poppy do together is going to warm my heart. They’re my favorite people in the world and I want nothing more than to have them with me wherever I go.

“Thanks for changing her mind, Jayj,” I say to JJ, who comes to stand beside me.

The blonde chuckles. “She looks adorable. Like an actual miniature Spence.”

“I know, it’s uncanny how alike they are.”

“MOMMY!” Both Spencer and Poppy shout at the same time, capturing my attention from where they are at the door. I look up to find them impatiently waiting for me, ready to go trick-or-treating.

“Duty calls,” I whisper to JJ and after having said goodbye to everyone, I join my husband and daughter out the door with JJ and Aaron, who were joining us on our trip.

It’s safe to say Halloween became even more my favorite holiday, especially when I get to watch Spencer and Poppy go from house to house together with Henry and Jack, while I hang back with Will, JJ and Aaron.

This is just the start of many new traditions and I can’t wait to spend more holidays like this with my loving husband and our hyper, adorable little Poppy seed. Halloween will forever be my favorite holiday.

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sadhornyygirl · 7 months

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Kinktober

Day 24: phone sex (ghostface)

I was cleaning my grandmother's house, listening to old songs on my walking man, dancing and doing my guitar broom, when the phone rang,

-Walkers' residence

- hello,

-who is it?,

-I'm a little shy,

-Okay, do you want to leave a message,

-no but I have a question

-he speaks,

- what is your favorite horror film? Is there one in particular?

So you hung up, already getting irritated by that stupid joke and a little scared too.

A few minutes later, the phone rings again

-Don't hang up, he said. You started to cry.

- what do you want from me? You shouted into the phone.

- Just to play a little game, he said.

-I'm going to call the police," you said.

-No, you won't, because you won't hang up the phone again, and you know you're loving the game, he shouted from his side of the phone.

You cried even more.

- What is your favorite scary movie? Ask again

-well, there's the film, the illuminated

-What is the name of the little boy in the film?

- Danny

-Very well, now sit on the sofa, he says.

- You alone. And in fear, he soon obeyed him.

-Your fear is sexy as hell, he said.

-"I know this pussy is wet for me, he moaned. And he was right.

-No," you said.

-Yes, yeah, I see you rubbing your thighs, he said. This made you explode, take off your pants, fall to the floor, and start rubbing your clit.

-Open your legs wider, he groaned. You spread your legs as wide as you could. Showing off your pussy to him as he watched where you were hiding.

-fuck" he moaned.

- Finger yourself, he ordered. And you listened immediately and started fingering yourself. He could hear how wet you were. The sounds of your wet pussy echo on the phone as you move your fingers. You thrust them in so hard, imagining the stranger's dick, that the sound of him jerking off only turns you on more and more. Arching his back as you cum. And he grunts loudly into the phone while making a big mess in his hands.

-It was great to have fun with you, little bitch. And he hangs up the phone, leaving you on the couch with cum dripping from your pussy.

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mads-weasley · 2 years

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Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

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Request: would you write a rooster imagine where he convinces his wife to nap with him after coming home from work cause he missed her?

Opening the door to their house, Rooster sighed at the feeling of being home. It had been a very long day at work for him as they were training some new pilots. One pilot in particular was giving him a hard time, and Bradley was the one who had to deal with her problematic behavior.

Earlier that day...

When Bradley was introduced as one of their instructors, Kyrsten, callsign "Cowgirl," straightened up in her seat, fixing her hair quickly. He was used to the younger girls trying to flirt with him, but normally, all it took was a flash of the gold band around his finger and they'd leave him alone. Kyrsten, however, was challenged by the fact that he was married.

After he explained their training for the day, she raised her hand. "Now, are you going to be in the sky with us, Bradley?" She asked, biting her lip.

It was then that he realized this was not a normal girl. Holding back an eye roll, he plainly stated, "Yes, and call me Captain." before walking out towards his fighter. Seconds later, he heard the pounding of boots, and then a shadow appeared next to him.

"So, Captain, we should all get some drinks later, don't ya think?" she asked, inching closer to his walking figure.

Noticing this, he moved further away from her. "I can't. I promised my wife we'd have a movie night."

She was unrelenting as the day went on. Bradley became so fed up with it that he just totally ignored her when she talked to him. By the end of the day, he'd had enough.

She was trying to talk to him as he was leaving the base, following him like a lost puppy. "Cap, I thi-"

He whipped around to face her. "Lieutenant. I am happily married, so I'd appreciate it if you would stop throwing yourself at me like a desperate teenager."

Seeming to shrink under his gaze, her face reddened and she nodded slowly. "Yes, sir."

Bradley hated being rude, but this time it was necessary. He knew she wouldn't give up unless he shut her down.

Present Day

"Honey, I'm home," he called, throwing his keys on the kitchen counter and walking to their bedroom. Changing into some comfortable clothes, he smiled when he heard (y/n) singing one of his favorite tunes in the shower.

"So bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry..."

He flopped on the bed and started humming the words with her. After a few minutes, the water turned off and she exited the bathroom in just a towel. Bradley sat up at the sight, eyebrows lifting. She continued to sing the song, not seeing Bradley on the bed.

"Looking good, babe."

She jumped violently, almost dropping her towel. "Brad! Don't scare me like that! When did you get home?"

“A few minutes ago. Today was a tough one, so I’m absolutely wiped.” He said, laying back down, putting his arms behind his head.

Looking over at him, she could tell how tired he was by the way his voice changed and the way eyes almost shut every few seconds. After getting changed, (y/n) crossed the room and sat next to him, running her hands through his light brown hair.

“Take a nap then, sweetheart.” She cooed.

“But I miss you, and I promised you we’d have a movie night.”

(Y/n) sighed. “We can have movie night another day. I can tell you’re exhausted, Brad.”

She got her answer as his eyes were closed and a small snore escaped his lips. With a smile, she pulled the covers up to his chin, kissing his forehead. As she got up to leave, he sleepily reached out, grabbing her hand gently.

“Stay.” He whispered, voice heavy with sleep.

“I’ve got to make supper, Bradley.”

Eyes opening slightly, he gave her puppy dog eyes that she could never resist. “Please, (y/n/n). I’ve missed you.”

One look at those soft browns and (y/n) Bradshaw was putty in her husband’s hands.

“Alright.” She cooed as he lifted up the covers for her. Sliding in, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. Sighing in content, he placed a gentle kiss to her hair.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Roost. Now go to sleep.” She whispered, smiling at the life they’d built for themselves.

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ghostking4m · 7 months

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TORNADO WARNINGS

Joe Burrow x male reader

Summary: Y/n reflects on his relationship with Joe in therapy. What his therapist doesn’t know won’t kill him.

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“So tell me your favorite memory with Joe.”

Y/n didn’t know why he was wasting his time in therapy if he’s just going to be asked questions like this. It’s like he was being asked what his favorite childhood vacation destination was and it makes him feel like a little boy being mentally evaluated.

“I don’t know. I mean- there was this one time when I went to his game against the Kansas City Chiefs and we got this tornado warning. We were just sitting on the swings at this park and it was already cold and windy. The alarm started going off and the look on his face was like he was a character straight out of a horror movie.” Y/n said with a tiny smile and turned to his right to look out the window. “Neither of us had ever seen a real tornado, maybe in the Wizard of Oz, but never in person. Sure, we were both scared, but seeing his eyes wide with pure fear and his knuckles white as snow when he was gripping the chain on the swing was the most hilarious thing I had ever seen. He tried to convince me that we need to go and seek shelter, but I just sat there in the swing laughing. Eventually he sat down in the swings with me and just laughed with me. We even saw the tornado in the distance, but we didn’t move a muscle and we were luckily still safe. Well, no, that was kind of a lie. We did move, but it was only so we could play on the seesaw, then we just laid in the bark together. His arms were wrapped around my waist and I felt so safe. We were so close, not only in proximity, but also on an emotional level. We had feelings for each other, but we both refused to admit it. We were like teenagers playing 7 minutes in heaven, in the sense that we were like kids teetering with our feelings in the dark, both too afraid to make a move.”

Y/n felt a twinge of sadness deep in his heart when he thought of the memories. Remembering what it was like to face danger in the face with Joe hurt him a little more than he would like to admit.

“From what i’m understanding, the two of you stayed at the park in the middle of a tornado and risked facing the tornadoes wrath, just because you thought it was funny?” Y/n therapist asked him. It’s like he couldn’t believe that two people could be so in love that they just wanted to stay there and live in the moment, even if it meant being in the wake of a natural disaster.

“Well, when you put it like that, yeah, I guess we do sound a bit crazy.” Y/n chuckled in response.

“Like, don’t get me wrong, it was totally crazy to just sit there when we saw the tornado destroying everything in its path, but somehow it all felt like everything would be okay.”

“Why?” Dr. Wallard questioned Y/n.

“Because I was with him. I knew we would be okay as long as we were together.”

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“CINCINNATI, YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN SO AMAZING TONIGHT!”

Y/n felt a jolt of electricity while he was onstage. Performing in Paycor stadium was something different for him to get used to, but he felt so comfortable in Paycor, considering how many games he had been here to watch, despite being a California native.

“So, you guys know I’ve been doing this thing at the end of every show where I play a surprise song. We have 1 song left, so what do you guys think the song is going to be?”

Y/n didn’t want the night to end, so he was more than happy to keep the crowd engaged. He heard people yelling all around him in the stadium. He heard Vicious, Sue Me, Because I Liked A Boy, Decode, but he had something else in mind.

“Jokes on all of you, because i’m doing a song that no one has ever heard, not even my team. I just finished the final master last night and I’m so excited for you guys to hear this song. Only three people in the world will know what this song is about, myself, the person I wrote it about, and my therapist.” Y/n joked as he was introducing the song. The entire stadium howled with laughter and cheers after he said that.

“This song is called Tornado Warnings”

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“You always blow me away with your performances.”

Y/n knew that voice in the dark, if he were blind, even if he had his ears covered. Just the sound made his heart pick up to an inhuman speed.

“You just want to see me on my knees in front of you, Burrow” Y/n made a teasing joke in response.

“Well, I would never turn that down, but I mean it, you’ve always been such a captivating and talented performer. It was fun to come to your show today.” Joe pleaded. Y/n turned around and his breath dropped the second he saw those eyes, cool as ice. It never ceased to amaze him how much of an effect Joe’s eyes had on him.

“Thank you. That means a lot. Did you have a favorite song or part of the show?” Y/n asked him, trying to be as casual as he could.

“There was one song I heard tonight that I couldn’t get out of my head. It was something along the lines of you lying to your therapist. That seems like it’s the opposite of helpful, don’t you think?” Joe spoke, poking fun at Y/n.

“Yeah, but it was only ever for the lyrics. It fit the melody and theme of the song. I’ve been entering more of my popstar era than my songwriter era and now i’m just singing what fits the melody than making sure my lyrics are true to me.” Y/n said sarcastically. Joe could always see right through him.

“Right, because you’re a popstar, not a singer-songwriter who the internet claims is the son of Taylor Swift.” Joe said laughing. “Anyway, I really liked that song. I really liked being called a son of a bitch.”

Y/n laughed and it felt so natural to be with Joe like this. Oh god, Dr. Wallard would be so disappointed in Y/n right now if he knew about this.

“No, that one was actually just a line that worked for the melody. I don’t think you’re a son of a bitch. Your mom is an angel.” Y/n said with a smile on his face. He slow started inching his way towards Joe and wrapped his arms around his waist, looking up at him.

“I’ll tell her you said that” Joe chuckled back. He wrapped his arms around Y/n and leaned down to kiss him. No matter what happened, no matter how hard either of them tried, they just couldn’t stay aware from each other. There was something magnetic, something out of this world about their relationship. Joe didn’t want to be with anyone else, even if they were officially in a relationship. “You know, sometimes I can’t tell if we’re in a relationship, just hookup up, friends with benefits, or if you just like kissing me.”

“Oh please! Don’t flatter yourself, Burrow. You look like the green giant from that vegetable company.” Y/n retorted. “If anything, YOU just like kissing me.”

“Cant argue with you there.”

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Y/n thought about Joe all the freaking time. In the shower, driving to the grocery store, on stage performing, but his thoughts about Joe just hit a little differently when he was in his therapy sessions.

“If Joe were to tell you, right now, that he wants to get back together with you, would you do it? Would you reignite that spark that started your relationship in the first place?” Dr. Wallard asked Y/n.

“Oh fuck that! No. Absolutely not. I’m over that son of a bitch. I’m at a point in my life where I almost want to put all of that behind me and pretend like it never existed. I’m just gonna start telling everyone that we never dated, we never saw each other in the first place, we never kissed.” Y/n lied with no hesitation and absolutely no conviction.

Maybe some part of him thought that if he could convince Dr. Wallard that if he couldn’t see the lie that it doesn’t exist. Deep down, he knew that he wasn’t as mysterious as he thought and he’s not as good of a liar as he thinks he is. Dr. Wallard has GOT to be catching on as much as Y/n denies anything ever happened with Joe.

“You wouldn’t go back to the person that you described as the most epic love of your life? You’ve once told me that you think he’s the only person you could ever be with. You had plans or dreams to marry him. Do you still get those dreams sometimes?” Dr. Wallard investigated further.

“No. No. No. In fact, I actually met someone else. There’s a man i’ve been seeing who looks like Joe in a way, maybe it’s the eyes, but character wise, he’s nothing like Joe. He’s so much better than Joe. He’s like he was a predestined thought in Santa’s mind before he was even born and has been on the nice list from birth. He’s the upgraded version of Joe.”

“Does this man have a name?”

“I’d rather not say that right now. I don’t want to jinx anything, you know?”

“Ok. That’s a valid argument. Does this man have any green flags that Joe didn’t?”

“This man is nothing but green flags. Joe was like a walking red flag, or like a walking, talking, breathing natural disaster warning.” Y/n argued.

Y/b had to think a little more about his next response. He thought of Joe and his sweet kisses.

“Joe was a walking tornado warning.”

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pinknightsinmymind · 1 year

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if you feel like it, could you write more headcanons about ellie? not full fic or one shot, but thoughts about her. like, the types of kisses she gives you or the kind of girlfriend she is

【 ellie williams as a gf hc's 】

a/n: yes yes yes yes 100% i think about ellie way too much for my own good and it rots my brain. since i wrote so much it'll be below the cut lol

she loves to see you in her clothes in fact she even encourages it its just something about it that drives her crazy

she's protective of you and always wants to take care of you and make sure you don't do any of the dangerous or stupid shit she does

i feel like ppl forget how much of a dork she is; she'd tell you all about space and the different facts she's learned, she'd explain the plots of her favorite comics, who the characters are, which ones are her favorites, why she thinks one arc was better than the other, and so on and so forth

i think she loves to chat your ear off about any and everything

she's probably afraid she's annoying, so sometimes you might need to reassure her a little bit

in a modern au she's the type to send you funny memes or videos she finds, probably browses tiktok and twitter a lot

definitely the type to send you a photo of two animals being cute or cuddling together and say "us" because she's just a sap like that

composes songs about you and acts all shy when she shows them to you

DRAWS YOU

you're one of her favorite subjects to draw, and she loves showing you every new piece of you she has

she'd send you song recs ALL the time

listens to lots of indie and shoegaze

pls pls pls for the love of god ask her to teach you how to play guitar bc she'd be so excited to show you and spend the time with you

i think her love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation

forgets NOTHING

you know how dads do that thing where you tell them you liked something once and they never forget it? yeah she got that from joel it rubbed off on her

remembers what you wore on your first date, remembers your food orders, memorizes your favorite colors, bands, tv shows, movies, everything

so so caring and sweet

since one of her love languages are physical touch you can expect lots of affection from her

loves cuddling, holding your hand, having her arms around you, she just has to be touching you somehow

flirts a lot (but its not a bad thing) even after you two have started dating

loves kissing you all the time, and will make excuses for it

she needs her good morning kiss, her good night kiss, good luck kisses, goodbye kisses (even if she's only gonna be gone a few hours💀), one bc she missed you, a hello kiss, she will use ANY excuse just to kiss you

but sometimes she won't even bother creating one she'll ask to kiss you just bc

loves having sleep overs and nights in together where you can just cuddle and watch movies or play video games bc she's a huge introvert

the type who will do anything to make sure your comfort isn't disturbed

if you don't like the other side of the bed she switches with you, will let you sit in the last chair at an event (but not before asking if you'd just rather sit in her lap), helps guide you through anything making you scared or anxious

calls you pet names every five minutes. all of them.

love, babe, baby, babygirl, princess, darling, honey, whatever is your favorite she calls you the most

lives to spoil you; pays the bill, buys you gifts, drowns you in affection, you name it

celebrates your birthday like its a holiday

speaking of can you imagine her during the holiday season???

the two of you plan out a couple costume for halloween

the two of you are so cute together it's gross

you're always welcome to spend thanksgiving with her and joel

and christmas?? she gets even more sentimental than usual, and buys you an extremely meaningful gift

the most supporitve, soft, kind, humorous, and sweet gf imaginable just a dream come true

she feels like you really balance her out, and isn't afraid to tell you how much you mean to her or how much she loves you

she makes sure you feel loved and remember that you are loved

can't wait to move in with you and once you two do she feels like she's in heaven everyday

just loves you and cherishes you deeply

overall just THE gf you dream and pray for ugh this girl gets me in my feelings every time she's just so cute and sweet😭😭😭😭

#tlou2 #tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #tlou ellie #tlou x reader

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fanboymickey · 2 years

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Mine

Summary: Music fic based off Taylor Swift’s Mine

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x High School Sweetheart!Reader

Word count: 2.0k

AN: This is the first of the Taylor Swift series with the TGM Characters. This isn’t beta checked so sorry about that. If you enjoy, I would gratefully appreciate you leaving a comment and/or reblog. If not, that’s also ok. As always, thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy.

This is the first installment in my Taylor Swift inspired song fics, which can be found here.

You just moved from Virginia, where you had spent most of your childhood, due to your father having been stationed there. Your parents divorce is how you ended up in your mom’s town in Texas living with her and your grandparents.

School was a place you knew you could escape your parents constant arguing and it helped that it was somewhere you excelled.

New schools were intimidating especially when your starting your sophomore year and everyone already knew everyone, but you eventually found yourself a group of friends that welcomed you with open arms. Within that group you met your best friend, Evelyn Seresin and her matching green-eyed twin brother, Jake.

You spent a year and a half going in circles around each other, him being one of the most popular kids in your grade and you struggling with the idea of love. Your examples of love consisted of your own parents marrying young and having you shortly after their 20th and 22nd birthdays. Their marriage was hardly something that led you to believe in love, your father having multiple affairs and your mother continually letting it happen until she found out he was leaving her for another woman.

Your feelings for Jake scared you, but you found yourself being pulled in by him every time you were around him. When he found out your favorite flowers were Tulips, he started calling you Tulip as if it was a secret way of saying I love you. You don’t know when your feelings started for him, maybe it was the first day you met in the hallway on the way to fifth period, or when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend during spring of senior year while sitting out by the water and him holding a bouquet of pink tulips or maybe it was when you got a little too drunk off grandpa Seresin’s super secret moonshine at a bonfire party and he made sure you got home safely despite him only just getting his license earlier that day.

It scared you that you knew what it meant when your heart skipped a beat and your palms get sweaty. You were scared of ending up like your parents, but you did your best to push those feelings away because you hope and pray that your love story is not the same.

I say, "Can you believe it?"

As we're lyin' on the couch

The moment I could see it

Yes, yes, I can see it now

The summer before college was a whirlwind, Jake joined the Navy and is attending College through them while you’re on a partial scholarship.

You and Jake found yourselves laying on the couch at his family’s house, cuddled up after watching a Disney movie marathon before your freshman year starts next week.

“Can you believe it?” You ask, leaning up on your arm from his chest.

“Can I believe what, Tulip?” He looks at you, “Can you believe they all just find the love of their lives and get to live happily ever after?”

“I mean that’s like Disney’s whole deal.” He chuckles.

“I mean like the whole falling in love thing,” you pause, “it’s just so easy for them. What happens if they ever fall out of love?”

Jake raises an eyebrow, “That’s a cynical way to view it. What if they stay in love?” He challenges.

“Mhm, I guess that’s a possibility,” you hum.

“Do you not believe in love?” Sits himself up on the couch to get a better view of your face.

“I don’t not believe in love.” You pause, “Do you believe in love?”

“Mhm,” he gives you that one-hundred watt seresin smile, “because I love you.”

You stare at him for a minute and then pull him into a kiss, “I love you too,” you say through the kiss.

Flash forward and we're takin' on the world together

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded

You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

You stared at Jake while he sat there waiting for your answer, “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“Do you ever think about what our marriage would look like?” He repeated.

“Uh, honestly, I haven’t really thought about marriage. I didn’t exactly have the best role models,” you looked away from him. You didn’t want to talk about your parents or the fact that you were estranged from them. You moved out once college started and spent holidays and breaks at Evelyn and Jake’s family’s house.

“You know we wouldn’t be like them,” he put his hand on your face and softly rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “I’d watch whatever romcom you wanted without complaining, I’d cook you breakfast in bed, I’d write you little cheesy love notes,” you interrupted him with a laugh.

“What’s so funny, Tulip?” He questions you.

“Sorry, but the picture of you cooking breakfast and writing cheesy love notes is hilarious. You can hardly flip a pancake.” You grinned.

He smirked, “Maybe I’ll learn before we have kids,” you chuckled, “little Jake and Ava will just have to go to learn to love oatmeal and cornflakes for breakfast,” you joke.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, “Little Jake, you wanna have another Jake Seresin running around?”

“Maybe, not little Jake, that’d just inflate your ego.” You pull him into a kiss.

He deepens the kiss and then pulls away, “listen, as much as I wanna keep talking about this, my little Jake is feeling a little aroused.”

“Ew Jake,” you push him off you with a laugh, “never say that to me again or big Jake will never get laid again.”

But we got bills to pay

We got nothing figured out

You stared down at the test with a small but very visible plus sign. Thousands of thoughts rushed through your head, but all you wanted to do was puke. The two of you had just graduated college this past fall and been living together for six months. You were barely getting by and picking up extra shifts whenever you could get them. You had no idea how you would be able to afford a baby especially not when Jake’s dream job was still years away.

You heard the door to your tiny quaint apartment open and close. “Honey, I’m home.” You heard your sweetheart say. You rushed out of the bathroom to greet him.

“I’m pregnant.”

His smile dropped, “I got into flight school.”

You both stared at each other for a minute before you had both registered what had been said. You had known of his dreams to be a Naval Aviator, but you never could have planned the plot twist life just threw at you.

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

“Oh,” that was all you could bring yourself to say. You had begun to play with your fingers nervously feeling, once again like you had as a child. You were afraid this would be his opportunity to leave you like your father had. People didn’t stay long in your life, maybe this was only ever meant to be temporary too.

Jake quickly realized how fast you were beginning to close yourself off as soon as he saw tears slide down your cheeks. He moved closer to wipe your tears away.

“We have nothing figured out. We’re barely making ends meet as it is, how are we supposed to support another human?” You continued, “and then what happens when you get deployed? What if you get hurt and leave me?”

“We’ll figure this out,” He pulled you in close and wrapped you safely in his arms. “Tulip, I'll never leave you alone. I promise you.” He kissed your head as you cried into his chest. “You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine.” You say to him softly through your tears. You had never felt safer than you had in this moment.

You also knew at this moment that you wanted no one, but Jake Seresin for as long as he’d let you have him. At the time you didn’t know it, but he was already thinking about what the future would look like for the two of you.

You said, "I remember how we felt sitting by the water

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

She is the best thing that's ever been mine"

Your daughter, Molly, was now seven months old and you and Jake were bringing her to his parents ranch for her first Christmas.

“How’s my favorite niece?” Evelyn screamed and ran towards you and your daughter with open arms.

“She’s your only niece, Eve.” Jake laughed as he put down the empty baby carrier and held his arms open for her to hug him after hugging you and Molly.

“I missed you so much,” she loudly whispered to you and then moved on to hug Jake, “you’re my favorite brother.” She said giving him a squeeze.

“I’m your only brother,” he squeezed her, “you’re my favorite sister.” He laughed, “good, I’ll be sure to tell Sav, Kim and Ava.” She smirked.

“You’re my least favorite sister.” He said sarcastically, pulling away from her.

Later that day, you found yourself outside sitting on the dock by the lake that sat in the backyard of Jake’s parent’s ranch with Evelyn.

“I really did miss you,” Evelyn said looking at you from her cup of wine.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been the best about keeping in contact, it’s just having a baby changes a lot.”

“I know, it’s partially on me as well, but promise me we’ll always be best friends even though you’re with my brother.” She held out her pinky finger.

“I promise,” you say and wrap your pinky around hers, “You know I always knew you’d end up with Jake.” she gave you that familiar Seresin smirk.

“You knew?” you raised an eyebrow, “I mean yeah, you guys always ran in each other’s orbits,” she laughed, “If y’all didn’t get together Senior year, I was gonna lock you both in a room until you finally confessed your feelings.” She confessed.

“Oh my god, you were not!” You playfully push her.

“I was so sick of seeing you guys make googly eyes at each other. I’m just glad it worked out, I couldn’t think of someone better for Jakeor for you.” She pulled you into a tight hug.

“Am I interrupting something?” Jake asked while fiddling with the ring in his pocket.

Evelyn smiled at Jake, “Absolutely not,” she grabbed her drink and patted his back, “good luck little brother.”

“I’m two minutes younger,” Jake exclaimed while she walked away, “still younger than me.” She laughed and continued walking back to the house.

Jake made his way over to you. You stood up to give him a quick kiss and wrapped your arms around him, “Do you remember the last time we were here?”

“Yeah, you asked me to be your girlfriend.” You stared out at the lake while remembering that moment that changed your entire life.

Jake pulled out the ring and got down on one knee, “Y/N, I love you more than anything else, well besides Molly, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and making you happy. Will you marry me?” He waited hesitantly.

You stared down at him in shock, “Say yes!” You look over and see Evelyn holding Molly with Jake’s other sister’s and parents standing behind her.

“Yes!” You look back at Jake and smile with tears in your eyes.

Jake stands up and slides the ring into your finger. “You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine.” He says into the kiss.

Yes, yes, do you believe it? (Hold on)

Yes, yes, we're gonna make it now (Hold on)

Yes, yes, I can see it

Yes, yes, I can see it now

#jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #tgm #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick fic #jake seresin #top gun fic #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun fanfic #top gun imagine #top gun x reader

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thewisebyers · 10 months

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I Feel So Good if I Just Say the Word (R.B x Reader)

prompt: reader is in love with her best friend Robin and has a hard time saying it; based off Sussudio by Phil Collins, takes place in 1985 (only because Breakfast Club and No Jacket Required came out that year, no canon events happen) warning(s): internalized homophobia, a little angsty but happy ending, not proof-read, not edited so let me know if there’s any errors requested?: no but this song screams Robin and i needed to write for my girl word count: 1.9k

There's a girl that's been on my mind All the time Sussusudio

"Put on something" Robin pleaded from the plush bean bag chairs you had set up down in your basement. You were trying to pick out the perfect movie to watch with your best friend but you were having a hard time choosing between two movies. Breakfast Club or Carrie? Breakfast Club was newer; only coming out earlier that year but Carrie was one of your favorites. You always rooted for Carrie; the poor girl was just trying to survive high school. You knew what that was like all too well and maybe that was why you resonated with Carrie a little too much. You just wished you were normal; instead you questioned who you were and why you didn't like boys like the other girls in your class. You'd pretend to check out Billy's butt like the other girls in your class but you didn't get the appeal; boys' butts were usually flatter than a pancake.

"Breakfast Club or Carrie?" you turned toward your friend holding each tape beside your head to show her her limited options. She scrunched her nose but pointed to Breakfast Club, you were a bit disappointed but popped the VHS into the player anyway. After pressing play, you quickly make your way back next to your friend. She hands you the bowl of fresh popped popcorn you had finished preparing on the stove before she had arrived for your weekly movie marathon. Marathon was pushing it; the two of you watched about one and a half movies before talking over the rest of the second movie and then forgetting about the TV completely. "Did you see how short Faith Gilmore cut her bangs?" Robin started; not even five minutes into the movie. You giggled at the memory; Faith walking into third period with part of her bangs sticking up because they just wouldn't flatten correctly.

Before you knew it; the two of you were absorbed in each other, forgetting the movie entirely. You listened as she rambled about a test she surely flunked because she forgot to study. You scowled her because you had spent the night together and she had never mentioned a test; you would have made her study instead of gossiping over magazines and gushing about the new Phil Collins album that had been out for a few months now. Robin didn't understand your obsession with the album but you found yourself rewinding the first song over and over again on your cassette player. She makes me nervous and makes me scared.

Her smile lit up her entire her face and you swore you could get lost counting the freckles on her freckle splattered face; your heart ached in a way that you wished it wouldn't. You weren't supposed to feel this way; not about girls. Not about your best friend. Her body was turned towards yours; blanketed knees touching, fabric getting in the way of physical contact. You felt your cheeks grow warm at the thought of entangling your legs in hers and rubbing the soft skin of her thigh. Your body suddenly felt too warm and you had to fling the blanket off of you but in the process you accidentally knock the popcorn off of your lap. "Shit," you curse as popcorn flies everywhere.

Robin raises an eyebrow. "Okay, spaz, what was that about?" she questions while picking popcorn off of her lap. She had a few pieces in her hair and you cursed yourself again for being such an idiot. Your face burned as you frantically began picking up the popcorn; you didn't answer her, refusing to look at her. How could you explain yourself? Sorry I got too deep in thought about how adorable your smile is. No, never. You knew Robin liked girls as well; you had been best friends for so long and she had confided in you were she was struggling with her feelings. You didn't say anything at the time but her telling you about her sexuality had made you realize your own. When Robin said she liked girls it was like something had clicked in your brain and suddenly you were seeing girls in that way. "Okay," Robin says slowly, stretching out the word, after you didn't answer; putting an emphasizing the 'o'.

She begins to pick up popcorn which makes you feel worse for some reason; like you shouldn't have ruined the mood to begin with. Like you shouldn't have a crush on your best friend. Your hands begin to shake and before you can stop yourself; a stream of tears begins running down your face. "Hey! Whoa!" Robin exclaims once she notices the tears and sniffles; she throws the popcorn she had been collecting back on the ground before moving over to you and grabbing your shoulders. "I was just kidding. Are you okay? It's really no big deal. It's just pop-"

"It's not that," you cut her off; you felt raw and exposed like you shouldn't be crying right now. You really shouldn't be crying right now but sobs shook your body as you look down at the half-empty bowl in your lap. You couldn't look at her and you needed a moment. "Excuse me," you said quickly, getting up and running up the basement stairs. Robin didn't know if she should follow or finish help cleaning up the popcorn; she decided to do the latter figuring you needed a moment and she didn't want you to have to worry about the mess when you returned. But she'd be lying if she said she wasn't confused; what had happened to make you suddenly burst out like that? Were you okay?

Once the mess was cleaned up, Robin took the bowl full of floor popcorn and went upstairs to throw away the food and to also find you. She dumped the snack into the trashcan and put the empty bowl into the sink. "Y/N?" she called from the kitchen. She started making her way down the hall towards your bedroom; stopping to smile at your sixth grade that your mom kept hanging in the hallway. You hated it; your braces were very present and were basically the star of the show. You look beautiful, your mom had said but you just didn't believe her. It was Robin's favorite picture of you ever because she had been giving the cameraman bunny ears to try to get you to smile because you hated your braces. "Y/N?" she said again, knocking on your door. The room right at the end of the hall. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, in her sweet raspy voice.

The softness made you want to melt and your heart began to race again. Your face flushed when you realized there was no avoiding this-her. A sigh rumbled through your body as you sat against your door; your heart ached knowing Robin was on the other side, worried about you. You didn't know what to say, what to do. Maybe if you were so quiet she'd just disappear. But she wouldn't; she'd worry and wait the whole night if she had to. "Y/N?" she repeated; worry creeping in her voice. She tried to open to door but it was locked. "Y/N? Come on, what's going on? Are you okay?" She tried the door again; as if it would magically open for her if she tried enough times.

You quickly got up from your spot; standing in front of the locked door. "I'm in love with you," you finally blurted out, not being able to hold it in any longer. You instantly wished you could take the words back but now the air was thick with anticipation and anxiety. Your body shook as the silence was eating you alive; devouring you, leaving your stomach in knots. Tears begin pooling in your eyes again; panic taking over when you heard clicking noises coming from your lock. Was she trying to pick your lock? Oh my god she was trying to pick your lock. You quickly leaned your weight against the door as she tried to make her way into the room. "No! Don't!" But it was too late; it was like Robin had suddenly become the strongest person in the world because she was pushing her way in despite your best efforts.

You turn away from her once she's made her way into your room; you couldn't face her. You couldn’t look at her, you felt sick. You were ruining your friendship right then and there but you couldn't take it back. You couldn't get her out of your head; your only thoughts were her and her dorky smile and how she smelled like vanilla and old books despite you hardly seeing her reading anything besides a magazine or an assignment for school. "Look at me," she turns your body by placing her hands on your shoulders and forcing your face close to hers. "You don't have to say it again," she breathed, her cheeks glowing a shade of crimson. "I just-I love you too and I don't want you to think you can't tell me anything because- fuck! I've been in love with you since you moved to Hawkins!" she admitted, throwing her hands up in exaggeration. That was in third grade; when Dick Robertson kicked dirt in your face (because you were new and because he could) and Robin pushed him into the mud, telling him next time she'd push him in front of the tire swing. You didn't think she'd actually do and later on she admitted she wouldn't have but the two of you still laughed at the look on his face.

Your face burned at her admission; had she really liked your this entire time? Every sleepover? Every lingering glance that you thought maybe something was there. There had been something there; from both of you and you had never realized. Had she told you she liked girls because she wanted to know how you'd react? To know if you liked her too? Well you did; it just had taken you a painfully long time to fucking realize it. Had she really liked you this entire time and you didn't realize it? "Really?" you finally found your voice; quieter and softer than usual but it was all you could muster. She nodded; moving her hands to hold your face to look at her. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue you had ever seen in your life and you knew you could get lost in them if you left yourself. You wanted to get lost in them; in her. As if reading you thought; her eyes flickered to your lips before closing the space between your lips.

She tasted like cherry chapstick, a peppermint she had been sucking on earlier, and the salty popcorn the two of you had been sharing before you spilt it everywhere. It was a beautiful combination that had your mind going completely blank as you kissed your best friend back. You had only ever imagined kissing Robin; wondering exactly what she tasted like and now you couldn't get enough. Your hands gripped the front of her t-shirt; as if she'd float away if you let go, you kissed over and over until you were both out of breath. "Weird way of getting out of watching Breakfast Club," she said once you were apart and she had caught her breath from your frenzied kissing. You just laughed; relief filling your body as your watched your friend with what you could only call heart-filled eyes. You pull her into another kiss before she can say anything else; happy to be honest with yourself and free to be with the girl you couldn't get off your mind.

#robin buckley #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x reader #reader x robin buckley #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x yn #stranger things imagine #stranger things #thewisebyers #my work #yn x robin buckley

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avoxrising · 1 year

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True Romance - A Hunger Games One Shot

Finnick x Reader

So this fic is inspired by the song True Romance by Tove Lo. I recommend giving a listen before and after you read this. There will also be ~lyrics~ scattered throughout.

Synopsis: You and your soulmate/fellow district 4 victor Finnick are both reaped for the Quarter Quell. Your worlds shatter as you both realize you could not live without each other… and you won’t.

Note: This fic deviates from cannon as in the story, there is no rescue plan/rebellion plan to get the victors out of the QQ/save Katniss. The rest of the characters are the same outside of you going in for Mags.

Also, I do not own the rights to any of the lyrics I sprinkled throughout this story. They all come from the song True Romance by Tove Lo and thus belong to their respective copyright owners.

Content warnings: severe emotions and suicide - please do not read if you are not in the right headspace. Warning you will cry (I cried writing this). Fluff and angst but no smut outside of kissing. Normal hunger games violence/murder. Mention of bullets in the song lyrics.

Also it’s a long one! About 5.5k words but I didn’t want to split it up into parts as I felt the story was better being one long part. Also sorry for the formatting I write my fics in my iPhone notes. Enjoy!

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“I walk in a vision in red

Your favorite movie playing on my silhouette”

He had been your everything for as long as you could remember. You grew up as neighbors in a small neighborhood on the edge of District 4. You remember walking to school with him every day, convinced all you would be was best friends and nothing more would come of it.

That all changed when at the age 14 he was reaped for the Hunger Games. You have never cried so much in your life. Holding onto him as you said your goodbyes in the back of the justice building, you made him promise that he would win and return to you.

He kept his promise, just as he has kept every promise since that day. When he returned to you a few weeks later, you were the happiest person in all of District 4. Even though he was no longer your neighbor, you visited him constantly in Victor’s Village whenever you could sneak out of your small neighborhood.

You grew closer together over the years until at age 16 you were reaped for the Hunger Games.

“I’m not coming back Finn,” you cried as you said your goodbyes to your mentor.

“Yes you are,” he said. “If I can come back then so can you.”

You wanted to believe him more than anything, but at the same time you felt hopeless. When you did actually make it out of the games, you were so completely numb and ready to shut everyone out, but he wouldn’t let you. You were back to being neighbors again, but it wasn’t the same.

Slowly, but surely you returned to him. You became even closer as he became your reason for living. Slowly your feelings started to develop past friendship, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him. He was one of the only people you had left, and you were so scared of losing him and messing up the friendship you had.

“You turn to me just for a minute

Do you know my real secret?”

Returning to the capital every year to mentor was hard, but at least you got to do it with him. You often spent the night curled up in his bed on the fourth floor, unable to sleep due to the nightmares. You were worried that he would soon catch onto your feelings for him, but you needed him more than anything and we’re too scared to push him away, or let your feelings for him go.

Over the years, he started to catch onto your feelings. He had always felt the same way, but never thought you would feel that way about him. He was equally scared though to voice his feelings in fear of messing up the dynamic you two had. You were his everything, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you over confessing his feelings.

“Make my move

Spillin' all my popcorn over you

You're confused

What does a girl like me want with you?”

After a particularly long day of training your newest tributes for the arena, you slid into bed with him and curl up in his arms. This was your normal routine, but you could tell something was off tonight. He was nervous and you could feel his chest rise and fall faster than normal.

“What’s up Finn,” you asked concerned as you pulled away to look at him, sitting up on the bed.

“Nothing,” he mumbled as he refused to make eye contact with you.

You raise his head to look at you as you reply, “I know you Finn, you can tell me anything. No judgement, just honesty.”

He tried to hide his nervousness as you looked at him, hoping that you would let this whole topic go for once, but he knew you. And he knew you would keep asking until he gave you a straight answer.

“I love you,” he said nervously. “I’ve loved you since we were 7 but I never wanted to tell you because I was worried it would end our friendship…”

You tilt his head up to look at you again as you pressed your lips into his. It felt so good to finally hear him say those words to you, knowing you had felt the same way for quite a while. He kissed you back slowly pulling you back into his arms.

“I never thought I would have a chance with you,” he mumbled. “You were always the pretty one growing up and I was the class clown who was constantly getting in trouble. I put you through hell and back when I was shipped off to the games and I know you went through hell and back to return to me after yours.”

You kissed him again in reassurance.

“I love you Finn,” you told him. “Forever.”

“I want your hands

Your future plans

To the bitter end”

Three years later, you were walking down an aisle of rose petals on the beach with a beautiful bouquet in your hands. Your friends and family had gathered for your special day and you couldn’t be more excited to finally marry your soulmate. As you looked at him, you could see tears gathering in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful my love,” he whispered in your ear.

“Forever and always Finn,” you smiled.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Your kisses were always passionate, but this was the best one of all. You both were over the moon to finally cement your love in eternity for each other, and you couldn’t wait for your happily ever after to finally begin. Unfortunately, that happy ever after was short-lived.

A quick six months later and you were both sitting in front of the TV of your home, anxiously awaiting the announcement of the 75th hunger games. When the words came out of President Snow’s mouth, stating that the tributes would be reaped from the existing pool of victors, your heart shattered into millions of pieces. Finnick was the only living male victor of district 4, and there was no way you were sending Mags into that arena. After her stroke a few years ago. Her health had rapidly deteriorated and you don’t even know if she would live long enough to make it to the reaping let alone the games.

You fell asleep that night, and every night after, completely numb and crying in his arms.

“Take a life for me, you know I'd do it instantly

In danger of a true romance

We are meant to be, I'd die for love and loyalty

In danger of a true romance”

Mags passed just two weeks short of the reaping. Her funeral was brief and intimate, with only a few gathering. You were grieving the loss of your mentor as well as both you and your husband’s impending end.

Are the reaping was painful as you were forced to look out over the sorrowful faces of your community who gathered for your send off. They knew that they were most likely going to lose their only remaining victors in a few short days.

You held his hand as your names were both called, putting on a brave face for the cameras, but you both knew neither of you were making it out of the arena. Although you both had a good shot of winning against the other victors, you knew he would die for you and you for him.

You held onto each other the whole train ride to the capital, wanting to spend each and every moment together. You were angry at the capital. You would never get to have his kids, you would never get to grow old together and you would never have your happily ever after that you had worked so hard for.

The tribute parade was bittersweet. You were both adored in the capital and were seen as the royal couple of the capital. The people lived vicariously through your love, and were devastated to see both of you back and headed into the arena.

“You look beautiful as always love,” Finnick stated as he took in your parade outfit. Your long, baby blue dress perfectly hugged your curves as it flowed down your body, gently giving the impression of water. Your husband was dressed in a flowy blue dress shirt that matched your dress as well as a pair of tan slacks. You grabbed his hand as he pulled you up onto the chariot, handing you a sugar cube as you anxiously waited for the parade to begin.

Tears streamed down your face as you rode your way down towards the cold eyes of President Snow. You couldn’t bear to look at the crowd or Finnick. He squeezed your hand as your chariot pulled around the circle and started back towards the tribute and remake center.

Finally, the ride was over and you were able to go back upstairs with your husband. You collapsed in his arms, drifting off to sleep under the warm comforter of the bed.

“I don't like the real world

I don't like the real world

It's tough out in the real world

Let's go back to our world”

Over the next few days, you didn’t leave his side at all. You held his hand as he practiced with the tridents in the training center, and he held yours as you threw knives at the dummies, pretending they were Snow. The rest of the victors gave you both sad and knowing looks as they could see the pain in both of your eyes.

Every night you held him tighter and wished that you could stay in bed forever with him.

“I don’t want to leave you,” you cried as you held onto him.

“You’ll always be with me love, forever and ever,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead.

“I wish we could just run away and escape all of this,” you mumbled through sobs. “Never enter the arena. Never have to leave each other.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I love you forever.”

“Bullets fly, you took him down

And now we're honeymooners dreamin' 'bout tropical skies”

Peacekeepers had to pry you two off of each other as they sent you to your respective rooms under the arena. You cried the entire way to your room, desperately, hoping that you would find him quickly in the arena.

“It’s a wetsuit so I would expect a hot climate with water,” your stylist stated as she got you ready.

Looking at it, made you sick as you knew this was Snow’s twisted way of separating you from Finnick. He knew that both of you would have the advantage in the arena with there being water and he wanted one of you to survive without the other. He wanted you both to suffer.

Tears began slipping from your eyes as you rose into the arena, but you quickly wiped them away. You couldn’t let the other tributes see you as weak as they would quickly pick you off before you could find Finnick. You desperately looked around for him, but couldn’t locate him. He must be on the other side of the cornucopia. Your hands began to shake as the countdown neared zero.

When the gong sounded, you dove into the water, swimming with all of your strength towards the spoke to your right. You quickly pulled yourself up and sprinted towards the cornucopia, but not before the male tribute from nine tackled you back into the water. You struggled against his grasp as he tried to pull you under, but you knew you could hold your breath for at least three minutes. All you could hope is that he couldn’t hold his breath for as long as yours.

He began thrashing about in the water as he repeatedly kicked you in the ribs. You managed to kick him a few times yourself, but you were mainly focused on holding your breath. Gasping in pain would only allow the water to enter your lungs faster and there is no way you were drowning less than five minutes into the games.

Slowly, you noticed him starting to struggle as he tried to pull you back towards the surface. You yanked him down with all of your strength, trying to stop him from swimming upwards in his panic state you managed to kick him in the ribs enough times to knock the air out of his lungs, he began choking on the water as you were able to get out of his grasp and quickly swim towards the surface. As your head breached the water you heard a cannon go off, and the male tribute’s body floated to the surface.

Panicked, you looked around at the carnage surrounding the cornucopia. Bodies laid everywhere and cannons went off every minute or two. Suddenly, you heard Finnick screaming for you and saw him running around the cornucopia trying to spot you. You were out of breath from your struggle, but managed to pull yourself up on one of the spokes as he came running over to you.

“Oh my god I thought you were dead,” he said as you shook in his arms.

“I killed the male from 9,” you said as sobs racked your body.

“Come on we have to go now,” he said as he pulled you into the woods.

After about an hour of running, you sat down to rest. The adrenaline was slowly wearing off, and your ribs were beginning to bruise under your wetsuit. Luckily Finnick had grabbed some knives for you and a trident for himself from the cornucopia.

Suddenly 11 cannons rang out through the area, marking the end of the bloodbath.

“How many people did you get,” you asked Finnick as you both were trying to catch your breath. The arena was unbelievably hot and you had yet to find drinkable water.

“Two,” he replied. “Both from 5.”

You held onto each other for a few more minutes until you decided to start moving again, desperate to find fresh water.

A few hours later, you still have no luck finding water. You decide to set up camp under some large trees and settle down for the night. You both snacked on some of the food Finnick harvested from the surrounding trees and talked about who was going to take the first watch.

Suddenly the familiar chimes of a parachute grow louder as a gift from your sponsors floats down to your camp. Finnick lets you open it, and you discover a small metal object with a note that says “drink up”.

You turn to Finnick as you exclaim, “do you have any idea what this is? It’s way too small to store any water.”

He laughs at you as he takes it from your hand and walks over to a tree.

“Honey it’s a spile,” he laughs as water starts flowing from the tree. “Come here and drink.”

“Honestly, I have no clue what that is but I’m not complaining,” you state as you start drinking from the tree.

After you both rehydrated and washed your faces, you settled down for the night. Finnick insisted on taking first watch so you could get as much rest as possible. Suddenly the anthem started playing as the fallen we’re about to be shown. There had been no cannons since the bloodbath but you were anxious to see which faces appeared in the sky.

The faces of Beetee, Wiress, Blight, Wolf, and Seeder appeared in the sky along with both tributes from 5, the female morphing from 6, both tributes from 9 and the female from 10.

“Eleven down, thirteen to go,” Finnick muttered.

You squeezed his hand and gave him a sad look as you laid down to rest, quickly dozing off.

“In trouble again

When does it end?

Will it ever end?

Save me”

You woke to the sound of heavy rain hitting the canopy of the jungle that surrounded you. It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since you dozed off but Finnick was still alert and on guard. Suddenly, the rain became heavier and you and Finnick quickly realized that the rain was not water- it was blood.

Hot thick blood coated your bodies as you ran through the jungle, desperate to find anything to shelter you from the rain. You felt like you were suffocating but Finnick held your hand tightly as you stumbled over roots and vines.

After running for what felt like hours the rain finally stopped. Finnick grabbed some moss off of a nearby tree and began to clean the blood off of you. He managed to get the spile working again and you were both able to somewhat rinse yourselves off using the small stream from the tree.

Once you both were clean and had a moment to catch your breaths, you heard the scream of a man in the distance. You couldn’t see anyone but you could sense that they were too close for comfort.

“Which way Finn?” you whispered to your husband.

“This way,” he replied as he slowly started moving in the opposite direction of where you heard the screaming from. Your hands were clasped tightly together as you tried to sneak away quietly but that all changed the second you heard the cannon go off.

“Run!” you whispered as both you and Finnick took off into a sprint away from the other tributes. You couldn’t see them but you had the feeling they were following you.

Suddenly an axe flies past your head as Finnick pushes you to the ground. You quickly get up and turn to face your assailants. You were met with the faces of Johanna Mason and the male from district 10 wielding a spear. You slipped a knife from your belt and quickly flung it at Johanna who was getting ready to throw her other axe. She dodged and it grazed her leg but not enough to stop her from charging at you with the axe. You rolled underneath her as she swung down at you, narrowly missing your head. Pulling a larger knife from your belt, you took a swing at her, slashing a gash into her cheek.

You lose focus for a second when you hear Finnick grunt and then a cannon go off. Johanna and you both look over to see Finnick standing over the body of Johanna’s ally, fresh blood dripping from his trident. You stab Johanna in the arm before she kicks you hard in the ribs and flees into the jungle. You would have bolted after her but Finnick was suddenly by your side to checking to see if you were injured.

“I’m fine Finn she just kicked me in the ribs,” you said as you stood back up. You looked over at him and saw his shoulder was bleeding.

“It’s fine,” he said as he noticed you looking at his shoulder. “He barely grazed me and it’s not deep.”

You gave him an annoyed look as you went to gather some moss to press on his wound. As you returned you both agreed that you should get moving as your fight wasn’t exactly quiet and you didn’t know if others were on their way, eager to capitalize off of the carnage of your fight.

“Running from the scene, more money that we could ever dream

In danger of a true romance”

You set off back towards the beach. Johanna had run further into the Jungle and you weren’t looking for another fight just yet. Both of you knew the beach was a risk but you wanted to wash the remaining blood off from the rain you had encountered earlier.

After an hour or so of walking you decided to pause for a snack break. Finnick had gathered some nuts and berries earlier that you had deemed edible so you both sat down to eat. Quickly you are both on your feet again as you hear the all too familiar sounds of water crashing- a tsunami. You can’t remember the last time you ran that fast. Memories flooded into your head of the tsunamis you had seen in the past but you had never experienced one first hand. Feeling the water getting closer you looked back, only to notice that the trees weren’t falling from the impact of the water.

“Quickly Finn! We need to climb the trees!” you gasped, out of breath from the running. You only had seconds to spare as he hoisted you up into a tree before climbing up behind you. You both climbed up and up until the branches were too thin to hold your weight. The water had shook the tree violently upon impact but you both held on tight. Looking down, you saw the body of a woman being swept in the current. It was too loud to hear if a cannon had gone off but you think you could make out the dark hair of Cecelia, the woman from District 8.

“Bodies left to bleed, they all had it comin'

In danger of a true romance”

When the water had finally subsided, you climbed down from the tree and walked the remaining distance to the beach. Finnick went ahead to check if the coast was clear and you followed once he gave you a nod that it was clear.

He gathered some leaves from the trees to use as cushions as you got the spile working again. After a few minutes, Finnick had woven a picnic blanket for you to both sit on. The familiar chime of a parachute sounded as a picnic basket full of bread floated down from the sky. You laid there for hours with him, snacking on the bread and talking about the beaches of home. He quickly dozed off into a nap as you soothingly ran your fingers through his messy hair.

You didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep until he woke you up to watch the sunset with him. There were tears in both your eyes as you realized this might be your last sunset together.

“Thank you for everything Finn,” you said as tears ran silently down your face. He wiped the tears from your eyes and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“You don’t have to thank me love,” he replied. “I would do it over and over again in all of my lifetimes with you. I love you forever”

You both sat their crying until the sky grew dark.

Dread filled your chest as the anthem began playing. The faces of the male morphling, Cecelia, and the district 10 male populated the sky before it went dark again.

You took the first watch, waking Finnick a few hours later so you could rest. He kissed you gently as you fell asleep in his arms.

You slept until dawn when he shook you awake and quickly pulled you back into the forest. He hushed you he pointed you towards the cornucopia where you could make out a fight happening on the rocks. The siblings, Gloss and Cashmere, were taking on Katniss and Peeta from 12. You were terrified that they had seen you but Finnick steadied your breathing and held you tight. He didn’t think you guys had been spotted but he wasn’t sure.

A bloodcurdling scream broke out followed by a cannon, Katniss lay bleeding on the rocks, her throat slit, while Peeta was frozen in fear. He quickly snapped out of it and began sprinting away from the siblings down one of the spokes. He wasn’t running directly towards you, but he wasn’t running away from you either. Maybe he had seen you and was hoping Cashmere and Gloss would be more interested in hunting you down than chasing him.

“Thought I watched you die, I killed a man with tears in my eyes

In danger of a true romance”

He was partially correct. Cashmere continued to follow Peeta into the jungle but Gloss quickly turned towards you and Finnick. You thought it was stupid that he would try attacking both of you without his sister until you saw the rage in his eyes. He was full of adrenaline and was not messing around.

You threw two knives at him in quick succession as he sprinted straight towards Finnick, holding a long dagger in his hand. One of the knives lodged in his torso but it wasn’t enough to immediately take him down. He dodged Finnick’s trident and jammed his knife into Finnick’s thigh. It must have penetrated a few inches in as Finnick fell backwards onto the ground. Before Gloss had the chance to finish him off you flung a knife straight into his throat. The cannon was almost immediate as he fell onto Finnick.

Relieved, you thought the fight was over until a screaming Peeta was suddenly silent as another cannon boomed. You knew Cashmere was going to come looking for her brother and so you had to act quickly. Finnick was not in any position to move so you gave him a quick kiss before running off into the jungle towards where you thought Cashmere would be.

Peeta had put up a better fight than you had expected as Cashmere was bleeding from her nose and ear. She flung a knife in your general direction but it was clear her balance was effected by whatever damage Peeta had done to her head. You flung your last two knives at her before she had a chance to throw anymore at you. She fell to the ground as your knives had hit her right eye and her heart. The cannon sounded and you quickly picked up your knives as well as the remaining knives she had on her belt and ran back towards where you had left Finnick.

You found him pressing moss to his leg, the dagger laying besides him.

“Why did you take it out! You aren’t supposed to take it out,” you cried as you looked at the dagger next to his leg.

“It’s ok it’s not that bad,” he said as he tried to console you, but you were violently sobbing on the ground next to him.

“No you can’t do that. You’re gonna bleed out,” you cried.

“Shhh it’s ok,” he whispered as he pulled you into a hug. You laid on him sobbing into a parachute made it’s way down through the canopy and onto the ground next to you. Quickly opening it, you found first aid supplies for his leg. You apologized as you pressed alcohol onto the wound and your husband cried out in pain. He squeezed your hand as you gave him stitches and then bandaged the wound. You moved him a few yards away from where Gloss’s body still laid and made him rest so the medicine on his leg could start working. He could tell how exhausted you were so he made you take a nap while he took watch.

“No you need the rest,” you complained as you brought him water.

“I can’t sleep until the pain meds kick in,” he stated. “I’ll wake you up before they make me sleepy or if any danger appears as I’m not in any shape to fight right now.”

You reluctantly agreed and laid down on his lap. Sleep came quickly as you were exhausted from the morning’s events. Eventually Finnick woke you up as the meds were making him sleepy.

“Stay awake for a few more minutes,” you said. “I’m gonna go grab some more moss for your leg.” He hummed in reply and you quietly got up to grab some moss.

“Saved you from that room, the powder and gold and the men were all doomed

Against our love, they never stood a chance”

A few steps into the jungle your head began to vibrate and you felt a weird energy come over you. Paranoid, you looked around as the trees changed colors. The green leaves were turning blue and the trees seemed to be leaking a yellow sap. Suddenly, you noticed movement to the left of you and you quickly flung a knife towards the movement. A grunt was followed by a swift punch to your jaw. You guess your assailant was closer to you than you initially thought. Dizzy, you fell to the ground as the world started spinning around you. Swirls of color clouded your vision as the man who had punched you moments before was now on top of you, his spear pressed against your neck. Looking up at him, you saw the face of Finnick.

“Finnick it’s me!” you screamed. “Get off!”

He pushed down further on your neck as you began to choke. Grabbing the spear you began trying to push it off of you and away from Finnick. You grabbed at his hands only to realize he only had one. Where his other hand should be was a stump of flesh. Your mind continued to race as you quickly realized whoever you were fighting wasn’t Finnick. For one, Finnick didn’t use a spear, and secondly he had two hands and the stump of flesh did not look like a recent injury.

You continued to scream until the person on top of you was shoved off of you and impaled with a trident. He slowly morphed into Chaff as the real Finnick pulled you up into your feet and dragged out away from the body. The cannon sounded and your vision slowly returned to normal as your head stopped vibrating.

It suddenly made sense- the missing hand, the spear, the trees changing colors.

“It’s ok love it’s ok,” Finnick said as he held you tightly. “You’re safe.”

Finnick brought you back to the tree line by the beach and laid you down. He held you tightly as you took a nap.

You woke in a panic to the sound of another cannon but quickly relaxed when you saw Finnick was ok. You noticed his leg was looking better which made you relax further.

“Your leg looks better,” you said as you smiled up at him.

He gave you a quick kiss and a smile as he replied, “I told you I would be alright.”

“Who do you think is left?” you asked.

“There’s just two besides us,” he stated. “I don’t know who’s cannon that was. It’s a toss up between Johanna, Brutus, and Enobaria.”

“Who do you hope it was?” you asked.

“Brutus or Enobaria,” he replied. “I am hoping Johanna is still in a bad shape from our last fight and Brutus and Enobaria are probably teamed up.”

You agreed with him but quickly realized the finale would be starting soon. There were only four of you left.

“Take a life for me, you know I'd do it instantly

In danger of a true romance

We are meant to be, I'd die for love and loyalty

In danger of a true romance”

The sound of mutts startled you but you could tell they were coming from the other side of the arena, probably chasing the other victors towards you. Finnick and you both stood up quickly and gave each other a kiss as you readied for battle. A bloody Johanna emerged from ten jungle about 100 yards away from you, and both you and Finnick bolted towards you. Taking her out now would mean you could face the final other victor together.

Finnick was faster than you as you raced towards Johanna. Suddenly, you were struck in the collar bone by a sword and stumbled to the ground. An enraged Enobaria stood over you, ready to pounce. Thinking quickly, you kicked her sword out of her hands but she quickly jumped on top of you, her full weight on your chest as she clawed at your stomach with her hands. You desperately grabbed for your knives but Enobaria put her knees on your arms, pinning them to the sand.

You let out the most blood curdling scream as Enobaria’s teeth ripped into your torso, taking a good chunk of flesh and probably some of your insides with it. You heard a cannon, honestly thinking it was yours, until you saw Enobaria get impaled by a trident. Another cannon sounded as your vision started to fade out.

“I don't like the real world

I don't like the real world

It's tough out in the real world

Let's go back to our world”

You feel Finnick pick you up as sobs racked his chest.

“Please don’t die on me!” He sobbed. “Please.”

You felt like you were floating until you realized you were. Finnick had laid you in the water as he held onto you for dear life.

“Please don’t leave me,” he cried.

It took all of your remaining strength to reach your hand up, cupping his face.

“I love you Finn. Forever.”

His final promise- “I promise I won’t live without you.”

He cried harder as your vision faded out. The last thing you felt was his lips on yours as you lost consciousness.

The last thing you heard was a cannon going off as Finnick impaled his heart with one of your knives, sinking into the water next to you.

The last thing you remember was how much you loved him.

The final cannon sounded.

They would have no victor.

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I hope you enjoyed/cried!

#finnick odair x reader #hunger games fic #hunger games angst #finnick x y/n #thg finnick #finnick deserved better #finnick odair #hunger games #the hunger games #finnick x oc #everlark #district 4 #mags flanagan

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deadbydad · 5 days

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Underground Boxer! Godzilla x Painter! Mothra Headcanons Part II - My Human College AU - (Fluff and NSFW)

Fluff

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who always has to be cuddling with Painter! Mothra whenever they're together no matter what they're doing.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who's lock screen and wallpaper on his phone are pictures of his girlfriend, he just stares at them whenever he looks at his phone. He gets teased by Kong every single time.

Painter! Mothra who constantly wears his shirts and hoodies whenever they're staying the night together, she likes it when he turns red every single time he sees her wearing his shirt.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who always receives a kiss from Painter! Mothra after every match he wins or loses. It's what he always looks forward to after he gets done fighting.

Painter! Mothra who always run her fingers through Underground Boxer! Godzilla's hair at night after he has a nightmare, gently scratching his scalp until she hears him fall back asleep. She stays awake until she knows he's really asleep.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who can't bake for shit, so Painter! Mothra helps him most of the time. Painter! Mothra can't cook for shit, but Underground Boxer! Godzilla can so he helps her with that too. It's actually how they started to bond more before they got together.

Painter! Mothra who makes paintings for him and Underground Boxer! Godzilla has them all hung up on his walls. What can I say he loves his girlfriend, that includes everything she paints or does, and it shows.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who loves listening to Painter! Mothra ramble about whatever she wants to talk about. He just likes the sound of her voice, she's his favorite tune, the song he could listen to on repeat all of the time and never get tired of it.

Painter! Mothra who always takes care of Underground Boxer! Godzilla after a fight. She cleans his wounds, bandages him up, and feeds him and kisses him until they both fall asleep in each others arms. She makes sure to give him Tylenol when he wakes up with sore muscles in the morning.

NSFW

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who took Painter! Mothra out to the drive in theater for their first actual date, her head resting on his shoulder and his hand on her thigh the entire time. They didn't get like twenty minutes into the movie until Painter! Mothra was straddling his lap, Underground Boxer! Godzilla's hands gripping her waist as they grinded on each other. Painter! Mothra had to hide her face into his shoulder so nobody would be able to hear her soft moans and gasps.

Painter! Mothra who loves how much bigger Underground Boxer! Godzilla is than her, how easy it is for him to pick her up. When they have sex though, it turns her on even more with just how his body easily covers her own. it makes her feel warm and safe, makes it more intimate for the both of them to be honest.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who was scared that he was going to hurt Painter! Mothra the first time they had sex, but she convinced him that she would be fine. He was still a little nervous, so he was slow and gentle with Painter! Mothra, making sure she was feeling good over his own pleasure. (Why can't I find a bf like this wtfffff....)

Painter! Mothra who loves to look at the hickeys and other marks that Underground Boxer! Godzilla leaves on her body. Bitemarks on her shoulders and neck, hickeys on the soft skin of her inner thighs, and the bruise marks on her waist from when he sometimes grips to hard. She wears them like a badge. (Lets be real he loves it too.)

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who loves to watch Painter! Mothra moan and squirm underneath him whenever he fucks her, it makes him proud that he's the one who can make her make such sweet noises that's all for him.

Painter! Mothra and Underground Boxer! Godzilla who ended up fucking in her paint studio after he walked in on her wearing one of his shirts with nothing but panties on underneath. They ended up spilling paint on themselves and the floor, but they were too distracted to care. They had to take a long ass shower just to clean off the paint, but seeing Underground Boxer! Godzilla naked with pink and purple paint in his hair made Painter! Mothra laugh.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who always makes sure to take care of Painter! Mothra after they have sex, he always cleans her up, gives her a massage, and even makes her tea and a snack. He loves his girlfriend and it shows.

Listen, you will never catch me writing smut about a giant lizard and moth....But I will write it for their human forms bc why not.

Here is the first part of this AU. LINK

#mothra x godzilla #godzilla x mothra #mothzilla #mothra #godzilla

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mountsies · 2 years

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favorite person

summary: the one where mason loves your daughter and she is more than happy to have him as her father.

warnings: fem!reader x mason mount, english is not my first language, none at all just pure fluff, established relationship, stepdad!mason

word counting: 4,1k

authors note: hello guys!! this is my first time writing for mason and my first time ever publishing something of mine, so please be kind and if you like let me know, any feedback is appreciated! hope you enjoy it!

“Mummy, can we have pancakes?”

You snorted as you struggled to find your keys without dropping the little girl in your arms. As you finally managed to crack the apartment door open, you scrunched down to let Maya run straight to the living room.

“No pancakes sweetheart, it’s almost dinner time.” You said leaving your and your daughter’s nursery bag on the couch, leaning down at her height when you saw her pouted lips. “We can have them for breakfast tomorrow, what do you think?”

Maya smiled big, nodding her head and you felt your heart swell at that sight. Almost five years and you still couldn’t believe that you managed to create the most beautiful and amazing child. It was difficult at the beginning, being just you and the baby you find out you were expecting from a man that clearly wanted nothing to do with you too. So many times you thought of giving up, but just looking at your daughter’s features and that feeling would go away in a second.

Being a single mom was really difficult, but you were glad you had the support you needed from your family and loved ones.

“Can I watch The Little Mermaid?” Maya asked, her big emerald eyes looking at you just like a lost puppy, and to that you couldn’t say no.

“Of course baby, but let’s get changed first.”

After you changed Maya and yourself in comfortable clothes, you put her favorite movie on TV and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. You got carried away humming the songs from Little Mermaid that you already knew by heart and smiling listening to your daughter singing along too. Your attention was caught by your phone vibrating in the kitchen island, and when you saw your boyfriend's name popping up on the screen your smile just got bigger.

After that quickly chit chat with Mason, you focused on cutting the vegetables again. And after twenty minutes, you could hear the front door unlocking and Maya fussing in the living room, running straight to greet her favorite person.

“Masey!” She screamed in happiness, hugging his legs with her small arms.

Mason managed to scrunch down with the supermarket bags still in his hands, almost falling when Maya jumped to hug him tightly. A breathy laugh leaving his lips, hugging her back sideways with his free arm. “Hello princess, how are you?” You felt your stomach flutter with butterflies when you saw his brown chocolate eyes shining with pure love while talking to your babygirl.

You’ve met Mason a few years ago, Declan was the one to introduce you both. It didn’t take too much for you to fall for him, his charm and beautiful smile along with his cocky and funny jokes was enough to make your heart beat a little faster. But you also learned he could be a little shy, just when he asked you out for the first time and stuttered between his words and that made you fall for him even more.

At that time, you were really scared to be involved with someone else having a three year old to take care of, you were afraid to introduce new people into Maya’s life, mainly men - even if you haven’t been with anyone since her birth. But Mason was a prince from your dreams, literally. Still to this day you remembered how his eyes shined when he first met your daughter, how caring he was to her, always asking what she liked to do and to watch, and for Maya it wasn't different. She loved him from the beginning; they were attached to the hip, she loved to see him playing football, running around with him saying she would be a footballer just like him.

You couldn’t wish for someone better, Mason was really the man from your dreams and you loved him with your entire heart. And you knew, just by the look in his eyes, that the feeling was reciprocated.

“I drew you in class today!” Maya said with her biggest grin, “Do you wanna see it?” She was jumping excitedly.

“Of course I wanna see it!” He beamed at her, and not long enough Maya ran to her room looking for her drawing.

With that, Mason walked over to you, his lips tucked in a smile that made your knees weak. Leaving the bags on the counter top, he approached you sliding his arms around your waist and leaning a few inches closer to your face, his eyes scanning your features and making your cheeks blush a little. “Well, hello to you too, pretty girl.”

“Hi, Mase.” You said with a grin before leaning and pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss, the tip of his tongue pressing around your lower lip and you let him deepen the kiss, your arms locking around his shoulders as your hands found his short locks. You hummed in content, letting you get distracted by your boyfriend kissing you. “Missed you.” You whispered after parting your lips from his.

“I missed you too, babe.” He pouted and you smiled, peppering kisses along his face, hearing him laugh and squeeze your waist.

Mason had a crazy schedule being a footballer and with you not working from home everyday tended to be quite hard to see each other every other day, especially since you haven’t moved in with him yet. That was something both of you discussed a few times, Mason would always ask why you haven’t moved to his house already, claiming that the house was too big for him and he needed you and Maya there with him. You never gave him a full answer, because even if you knew him completely for over two years and loved him as much as you do, you were still scared of something that even yourself couldn’t tell right what it was.

You were both interrupted by a very excited Maya running back from her room, her drawing already in her hands as she pointed to it. “Masey, look! I draw you, me and mummy!” Mason stepped away from you, groaning a little while lifting the little girl in his arms, the smile never leaving his face.

“Wow, it looks amazing!” He gasped, looking in awe at the paper in his hands as if it was the most beautiful peace of art he ever saw.. “Aren’t you an artist yourself, Miss Maya?”

She squeaked and laughed when Mason tickled her side, “Did you like it?” Your daughter dared to ask, looking anxious for his answer.

“Of course, baby, I loved it. Can I keep it?”

“Yes!” She almost yelled, clapping her hands and making the three of you laugh.

You walked over to the counter top, back to finish cutting the vegetables and some ingredients so you could finally eat dinner. You could hear Mason and Maya chatting about their days, your daughter telling him about how she learned new things at school and your boyfriend always being so attentive to what she was saying. They kept talking until your little girl asked if he could play with her, and he immediately said yes. She ran to her room again to gather her toys and you felt Mason’s arms wrapped around your waist and you leaned your back against his chest.

“How was your day?” He asked softly, kissing your neck and making you shivered against his lips.

“Mhmm, it was good. Didn’t have too much paperwork to do, so it was kinda peaceful.” You answered, maneuvering some pans to the stove. “How about yours?”

“Tiring.” He sighed dramatically, which made you snort. “But I managed to nutmeg Reece for the first time in my life, so I guess it was good.”

You both laughed at that, and after you finished the dishes you turned around, your arms wrapping around his shoulders again. “What an achievement!” You said with sarcasm in your voice and he rolled his eyes.

“Actually, it is a big achievement, so I deserve a reward.” Mason grinned and that was your time to roll your eyes at him.

“A reward? For nutmeg Reece?” You raised your eyebrows and just scoffed at him, trying to turn around to the stove but Mason was faster placing his hands at the kitchen counter, on the both sides of your hips, locking you there.

“Please?” He asked you with a put on his lips and the puppy eyes he knew you couldn’t resist.

Another eye roll from you but this time with a breathy laugh, as you leaned in pressing your lips against his in a chaste kiss. He frowned at you when you parted, making you laugh. “I gave you a reward, so now let me go so I can finish dinner.”

“That was not the reward I was talking about.” The smirk on Mason’s lips and the way his eyes darkened a little was enough to understand what he was talking about. You gasped at his words, slapping his arm and moving away from him.

“Get out you perv,” Mason laughed at you, giving your bum a squeeze and you turned to him with eyes widened. “Mason!”

“Sorry babes, it’s just hard to resist.” You narrowed your eyes at him, ignoring the way your heart beat fastened and your cheeks blushing, trying not to get worked up at the wrong moment.

Neither one of you said anything anymore as Maya came back with her toys in hand, demanding that Mason go to the living room to play with her. You just smiled seeing your boyfriend agree with your girl and went play with her as you worked on finishing dinner. It didn’t take and the dinner was ready, the three of you eating together and making small talks between the meal. Maya excitedly talked about going to the park the next morning just as you planned all week.

After finishing dinner, all three of you now were cuddling on the sofa while watching some film that wasn’t The Little Mermaid anymore. Maya was already fast asleep in Mason’s lap, her head resting against his chest and his arm around her, while you had your head resting against his shoulder. You took a look at your daughter, your heart swelling at the sight of Mason holding her so safe. It always made you feel things when Mason was holding Maya, the way he was so caring and attentive to her was one of the many reasons you fell harder for him every passing day.

“I should put her in bed, “ You began whispering, already getting up from your spot but Mason Just Shook his head.

“Stay Y/N/N, I’ll do it.” He whispered back, a sweet smile on his lips.

And just as Mason was about to get up from his position, Maya sensed the change of positions and stiffed in his arms, gripping his hoodie with her small hands. But what made you two completely froze in spot was when you heard her soft voice saying, “Daddy, no.”

Mason looked at you with eyes widened, his heart beating faster in his chest, you stood there in the same shock as him, not sure what to say or do. He cleared his throat after what it was two or three minutes, caressing her hair in assurance. “It’s okay princess, just going to put you in bed, okay?” At that, Maya just hummed and got back to her peaceful sleep and Mason managed to get up with her, smiling at you before walking to your daughter’s bedroom.

You sat back on the sofa, your heartbeat a little faster than usual as you tried to comprehend what just happened. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, Maya’s progenitor didn’t want anything to do with your pregnancy, he rejected you and your daughter, and you knew it would be hard to raise a child on your own, but you never gave up. Maya knew she wasn’t like other kids that had a mum and dad at home, and you struggle to not let your daughter down because she didn’t have a father figure in her life. That’s why it took you months to introduce Mason into her life, because if he was like other men you got involved with, it had no point in that.

But Maya was intelligent for someone so little, although sometimes she asked you why she didn’t have a dad, it never took a toll on her. You worked hard to give your daughter everything she needed, even if you had to be mum and dad at the same time. But you knew sometimes she missed it, even if didn’t show it directly to you.

When Mason came into Maya’s life you knew something changed, for all the three of you. It wasn’t the same to have a dad and mum, but she had Masey to hold her hand when she needed, to swing her in the park, to build a snowman when winter comes around, someone you know that both of you could trust with your heart and soul. Knowing Maya was starting to see Mason as a father figure made you emotional, because the fact that she loved and trusted him enough for that made you also relieved.

Relieved because you knew Mason was the man of your life. Two years together was enough for you to know that you wanted a life and so much more by his side.

“She’s a light sleeper, isn’t she?” Mason’s voice startled you, as you were so lost in your thoughts to notice he was back. He smiled at you, seating comfortably by your side and opening his arms for you to cuddle him.

You smiled and hummed, cuddling on his side, your head leaned on his chest as one of his arms were around your waist and the other caressed your hair. Both of you stayed in silence for a few minutes, the film still playing but none of you paying attention to it.

“Did she just call me daddy?” Mason asked in a small voice, making you shift slightly to look up at him. Looking from close, you could see his eyes tearing up a little and that made your chest swell at his reaction. “I’m sorry, it’s just-” He was about to excuse himself when you kissed his lips.

“Mase… It’s okay,” You ran your fingers against his jaw, feeling his beard tickle you a little. You were not sure what to say, so you leaned to kiss him again this time more passionately. Your mouth opened so he could deepen the kiss, feeling his soft against yours and making your stomach flutter.

He gave you a few more kisses, making you both smile between them. “I liked it.” He whispered, eyes looking into yours.

“What?”

“That she called me her daddy.” He said, his cheeks turning slightly pink. “I always dreamed of having a girl, you know. And I love her, just as much as I love you.” He caressed your cheeks this time, making you give in to his touch.

“We love you too.” You whispered, “So much.” You kissed him again, earning a chuckle from him. “And I think she likes having a daddy, too.”

The next morning, you woke up at giggles and plates rattling in the kitchen. You soon got up from bed, not wanting your kitchen to turn into a warzone as you knew Mason and Maya had no cooking skills. When you entered the kitchen, Maya was standing in a stool with Mason behind her, securing for her not to fall whilst your daughter tried hard to mix the ingredients for pancakes in a bowl. You couldn’t resist the need to capture this moment, so you took some photos of them with your phone before Maya noticed you in the room.

“Mummy!” She exclaimed excitedly, asking Mason to put her down and she came running to you. “We’re making pancakes!”

You scrunched down to hold her in your arms, hugging her tight and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning baby, did you sleep well?” You beamed at her when she kissed your cheek back.

“Yes I did,” She looked at you with her big emerald eyes, shining with joy. “Masey is teaching me how to make pancakes.” Maya exclaimed with a big grin, looking between you and Mason.

When you looked at him with raised eyebrows, it seemed like she forgot what happened that night, but none of you said anything. “Well, is he teaching you right?”

Maya nodded fiercely, making both of you laugh a little as you put her back in the stool and went to give your boyfriend a good morning kiss. “Slept well, babe?” He asked you in a sweet tone and you nodded, giving him another kiss.

The three of you spent the morning making various pancake flavors, with fruits and chocolate, until Maya started asking what time you were going to the park. After giving her a shower and choosing a comfortable outfit for the day, you too got in comfortable clothes and asked Maya to gather the toys she wanted to take with her.

“Are you okay?” You managed to ask Mason when he was waiting for you in the living room, seeming a bit off this morning.

“Yeah babe, I’m fine.” He smiled at you and kissed your cheek, but you could sense that something was off. And you knew it was because of the way Maya called him this morning.

You sighed but your thoughts were interrupted when Maya came back from her room with her bag of legos in one hand and football in another. That made you laugh a little, and when Mason turned to see why he let a breathy laugh escaped his lips.

“Is that all, honey?” You asked, already taking your purse from the sofa.

“Yes, mummy!”

And with that the three of you managed to leave your flat, Mason driving to the park that was near to your neighborhood.

The day went more than satisfying, Maya played with all of the other kids at the park and when she got tired of them she asked if Mason could play football with her, and to that he obviously said yes. You captured some pics and videos of them playing, laughing when your daughter managed to score goals against your boyfriend, and he turned out to be more competitive than you thought he would, scoring goals against Maya making her whining in protest.

And when evening came and Maya started to whine about wanting to go home, you and Mason gathered her toys and he drove back to your flat, stopping at a drive thru to get something so you all could have lunch at home.

The three of you were now seated on the living room floor, eating the take outs Mason had bought from the way home. Maya was having the time of her life while eating her chips, and when Mason stole one of her she looked at him and frowned. He laughed and stole another one, making your daughter whine in protest.

“Daddy, stop stealing my chips!”

And there it was again, his heart beating faster as he stopped in his place. You look up at him, his eyes watering again as he just stood there not knowing what to say. Silence took place and Maya felt that something had changed, because when she looked up at Mason and saw his tearing eyes she shrugged and looked back at you.

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked in a small voice, looking between you and Mason searching for an answer.

“No baby, of course not.” Mason said, reaching for the little girl and holding her in his lap. “You didn’t say anything wrong, don’t worry.” He gave her a reassuring smile.

“But why are you crying?” She asked, her eyebrows frowned still not understanding.

Mason looked at you, searching for help as he didn’t know how to speak to Maya about that. You smiled at him and sat closer to both of them, your hands caressing your baby girl hair.

“Baby, would you like Mase to be your dad?” You asked softly, but feeling your heart beat faster too when Maya gave you the most beautiful smile you had ever seen in her face.

“Yes!” She squeaked, clapping her hands whilst shifting in Mason’s lap to look up at him. “Masey, would you like to be my daddy?” She asked him, her emerald eyes shining with the idea of having him as her father. Mason looked at you, this time the tears running down his cheeks as he nodded to Maya.

“Of course princess, I would love that!” Maya yelled with such excitement, hugging Mason tightly and he didn’t waste any time in reciprocate, hugging her just as tight. The look he gave you made your knees weak and the butterflies in your stomach flutter in. You could feel the tears running down your cheeks too, and you went to hug them too.

Maya was only four years old but she was more intelligent than other people, and that evening she proved it to you one more time. She knew Mason wasn’t her biological father, but the bond they had built within those last two years of your relationship was enough for you to know that he was the one designed to be her father.

The three of you spent the evening watching films and playing around, Maya was more than happy every time she said “daddy, look!” to something that caught her attention and Mason giving his attention straight to her.

That night, Mason tucked her in bed again, having a small conversation with Maya whilst rearranging her blankets in the small bed. You leaned against the door frame, watching them both with your heart at ease with the sight of the man of your life with your bundle of joy.

“Yeah, I promise I’ll pick you up from school next week.” He said to her, a lovingly smile on his face when Maya grinned. “Now go to sleep honey, it’s already past bedtime.”

“Good night daddy, I love you.” Maya said with a small voice, eyes already closing.

Mason kissed her forehead, tucking her hair behind her ear and saying “Good night princess, I love you too.”

After tucking Maya in bed, you and Mason went to your bedroom and as soon as he closed the door, he let out a breathy laugh and shook his head. “I’m the most lucky man in the whole fucking world.” He said and you laughed, shaking your head while finishing your skincare night routine.

Mason hugged you from behind, peppering kisses along your shoulder and neck. “I love you so much.” He whispered, and you smiled, turning around and not wasting time in kissing him properly.

Your hands found his hair and his hands found your hips, squeezing it when he felt your tongue against his. You hummed in response, pushing him closer to you whilst your hands traveled up and down caressing his back. “I love you too, Mase.” You whispered when you two parted, appreciating his beautiful features.

“Move in with me, please Y/N,” Mason pleaded you, his forehead against yours as your heart missed one beat. “I can’t live without you anymore.” His tone made you shiver, and at the moment when you noticed that he was talking about you and your daughter, all of your worries disappeared in one motion.

“Okay.” You whispered to him, smiling when he pulled away to look in your eyes. “I move in with you. We can’t live without you anymore either.” The smile he gave you made your whole night.

He started peppering kisses along your face, your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, your eyes, and all you could do was laugh. Mason laid you on bed, fitting between your legs and still kissing everywhere he could get.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” His voice was so sweet and that made you feel giddy, opening your eyes to look at his brown chocolate ones.

“Thank you Mase, for making us so happy.”

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