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somanyratsinthewalls · 3 months

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Burning Hearts Chapter 1

HI WELCOME TO MY FAVORITE PROJECT! This series is what my fic Prescribed Medicine was loosely based on. I've decided to bring it to life in a multi part series! This chapter is sfw and building background. I will probably post to AO3 since the series lovers live there.

Pairing: Wyvern Devil Fruit Reader (female) x Law

Burning Hearts Chapter 1: A Heated End. A Cold Beginning.

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

Background: O/C (Rito Daisy) is a Strawhat Pirate. Long hair, dark brown with a streak of grey hair coming from the crown. Heterochromia, one eye brown and the other grey. O/C (Daisy) has a Zoan devil fruit power, although she is unaware what type of creature it came from. She was forced to ingest the fruit as a slave, therefore is resentful and only uses it when completely necessary. The only powers she has harnessed are black, bat like wings, and refuses to explore her powers further. O/C joined the Straw Hat Pirates a brief time before the Water 7 Arc.

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Chapter 1: A Heated End. A Cold Beginning.

Milky, iridescent ribbons of northern lights swirled quickly across your range of vision. Were you laying on the ground? You felt your long hair tickling your back, nothing impeding it. With nothing above or behind you, you were whizzing through space and time. You tried to move your hands.

Your feet.

Your wings.

Nothing. You couldn’t move an inch. Your head spun with dizziness and confusion. What happened? Where were you? The last thing you remembered was-

“Wait Sanji-!” You called out after being face to face with the padded paw of Bartholomew Kuma on Sabaody Archipelago.

“Don’t touch her you brute!” Sanji’s eyes flared with aggression as he aimed a kick towards your attacker.

And that was the last thing you saw. You had been bested badly by Kizaru and Kuma, just as the rest of your crew had. You knew you had broken bones. You realized this now that the adrenaline had worn off and you could finally feel your injuries. The delicate tissue of your wings was ripped to shreds and you felt it deep in your flesh. You couldn’t even retract your wings and resume your full human form. You were helpless in your involuntary stasis. How long had you been flying away? The northern lights begin to meld together in your vision and your eyelids flutter closed again…

— — —

*WOOOOSH* *CRASH*

Your body crashed into the side of a snowy mountain like a dropped bomb. Pine branches snapped. Squirrels and foxes scampered away quickly. Boulders shattered at the sheer force of the impact. For a moment you were able to open your eyes.

You were blinded by bright white. After a few moments of believing you had died and were ascending into the heavens, the craggy mountainside came into view. But before you could fully assess your situation, the rock face beneath you gave way and you were falling again.

You scream but your mouth was quickly covered with snow from the incoming avalanche. You feel more of your bones snap. The pain is unbearable. Your head spins…

— — —

“Way too fuckin’ cold…” Penguin struggles to lift his legs from the knee deep snow as he trudges towards the woods on the mountain.

“Captain said to get wood. You wanna tell him you were ‘too cold,’ Penguin?” Ikkaku snapped at her exploration partner while she too, struggled to move through the snow.

“I’d like to see him out here in this shit! I can barely tell my hand from my dick in this blizzard!” Penguin shot back.

“That’s probably because you can barely see your- Ooof!” Ikkaku trips over something in her path and takes a nose dive into the fresh powder in front of her.

“Hah! Karma, bitch!” Penguin laughs and pulls his hat back. Upon clearing his vision, he sees what his crew mate had tumbled over. A pair of denim clad thighs and a slim waist. “Wait… Ikkaku…”

“What is it? Help me up already!”

“It’s… it’s a girl!”

“What?” Ikkaku shakes her head to shake off the snow.

“There’s some lady buried in the snow! We gotta get her out!” Penguin panics and starts scraping heaps of snow off the frozen body.

“Oh shit, you’re right. Let’s pull her out.” Ikkaku reaches through the snow until she feels a lifeless skull lolling around. She places a gentle hand behind the body’s neck and pulls it out of the snow. It was a beautiful woman, long brown hair braided with flowers and vines that had been frozen and wilted in the snow, a large grey streak spread from a corner of her forehead. Ikkaku grabs the shoulders while Penguin grabbed the legs of the lifeless form.

“Why isn’t it moving?” Penguin pulls on the legs.

“Hmmph! It’s stuck on something… Hmmmpph!” Ikkaku tries to jostle the body free of the ice and snow. The duo pull and push on the body until something finally gives and it is released from the grip of the mountain. Suddenly, on one side of the body, a tattered black wing breaks free from the ice and flops back down. The second wing followed and slumped lifelessly next to the unconscious form.

“What the hell is this thing?!?” Penguin exclaims.

“I don’t know…” Ikkaku looks down at the strange person. “But Captain is definitely gonna wanna see this…”

The two wordlessly agree to carry the body back down to the Heart Pirate safe house at the bottom of the mountain.

— —

“Captain! Law! Hurry!” Penguin yells as he runs into the base backwards carrying the legs of the unknown body.

“Bring it to the med bay, if there’s any chance it’s still alive he’s going to want it in there.” Ikkaku hurries Penguin down the hallway to Captain Trafalgar Law’s surgery room that connected to his secluded office.

Doors swinging open quickly, the pirates hoist the winged figure up onto the surgery table. The body laid lifelessly on the table while the shredded wings flopped lazily at its sides, tips nearly hitting the floor. Penguin collapsed against the wall behind him, breath heavy from the long, arduous journey back from the mountain with their new addition.

The door to the adjoining office was flung open.

“What the hell is this?” Law burst in and began pulling on a pair of blue rubber gloves.

D, E, A, T, H.

H, T, A, E, D.

He slipped the gloves over each finger and moved towards the surgery table.

“We found it on the mountain, Captain.” Ikkaku responds. “Under a blizzard and a landslide. I doubt it’s still alive.”

Law wordlessly peruses the body. He stops by it’s neck and presses two fingers against it’s pulse point.

E, A.

“There’s a pulse. She’s alive.”

Ikkaku and Penguin look at each other and their eyes widen.

“Bepo!” Law shouts.

“Yes, Captain?” A large polar bear in an orange jump suit enters the operating suite.

“Ready the surgery room.” Law eyes Penguin and Ikkaku gawking at each other. “You two, prepare for a procedure. Get Shachi too. This won’t be easy.”

“Aye, Captain!” The duo immediately went to change their uniforms and scrub up for the procedure.

—- —- —- —-

“I need more stitches, Bepo.” Law states, muffled by the surgical mask in front of his nose and mouth.

Law sits on a doctor’s stool sewing up the sinewy flesh on the being’s wings. It had taken him 2 hours, but Dr Trafalgar Law had already sewn up one wing and was finishing the other. It didn’t look good, even Law could admit that. He was just trying to stop the bleeding from the micro veins and tissue in the wing webbing. Bepo had hooked up the creature to machines to monitor its breathing and heart rate.

“I-It’s a vampire. W-we should have left it out there.” Penguin says from the corner of the operating room.

“If you can’t be helpful, leave.” Law states calmly without looking up from his work.

“It’s not a vampire, you idiot.” Shachi remarks from his spot next to the body. “It’s that Straw Hat girl. You guys don’t remember her from the auction house?”

This peaked Law’s interest.

“Straw Hat? She’s with his crew?” Law takes a moment from his hunched position over the wing to look at the body’s unconscious face. He notices her button nose, full bottom lip, and her frostbitten skin. Law cocks his head. He remembers her from Sabaody now. She was with the young man in the Straw Hat. He recalls the information on her wanted poster. They had only left the chaos a few days earlier.

“The botanist…” He mumbles under his breath.

“Yeah! That’s it! They call her the Earthly Devil… Rito Daisy I think..” Shachi confirms.

“Daisy…” Law says pensively. He looks at your peaceful face. His gaze lingers for a moment before returning to his work stitching up the flesh of his new patient.

“Must be a Zoan type.” Bepo says from over Law’s shoulder. “She’s certainly no mink. The question is what kind of Zoan type makes wings like that…” The bear has worry and concern his voice. Law sighs and rises from his chair.

“It’s not important right now.” He ties off his stitches and moves towards the body’s torso. “We need to set the bones. If we don’t do it now, it’ll be a lot more painful when she’s awake.”

Law cracks his knuckles.

D, D, E, E, A, A, T, T, H, H.

His crew members look at him expectantly.

“Well, let’s do it.”

— —

Burning. Bright. Fluorescent.

“Ow… my eyes…” You mumble as you wake from a deep slumber. All you could see was artificial lights and steel ceilings. You knew you were not on the Sunny anymore, ToTo. You try to reach your arm to rub your eyes and found that both of them were shackled to the table you were laying on.

You were a prisoner.

Again.

You heart throbbed in your chest. Your stomach dropped through your whole body. Someone had taken you captive again. How could this happen? You had aligned yourself with the strongest pirates the worst generation had to offer and yet here you were, strapped to a strangers ship just like was 8 years ago.

“Hey…” You try to sit up.

“HEY!” You pull your body up further.

“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! HEY! HEEEEEY!” You try to lurch your body forward but you were met by sharp, extreme pain throughout your whole being.

“Hey woah hold on relax it’s okay! We’re going to help you!”

A voice comes from the corner of the room you couldn’t see due to your restraints.

“Who… who are you! Get away from me! Let me go!” You shouted.

“I know you’re freaking out right now but I promise we-“

You see who the voice was coming from.

It was an 11 foot tall real-life anthropomorphic polar bear wearing an orange jumpsuit. Your eyes crossed in shock.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING CARNIVORE DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” You pull at your restraints, ignoring the searing pain in your body.

“No no! I wouldn’t! Please stop!” The bear raises his hands in front of his chest to signify he meant no harm, but you would’t believe it. You scream.

“AAAAH!” The metal restraints holding you down to the table broke under your strength, the material melting slightly.

“CAPTAIN!!!! HELP!!!” The bear shrieked and cowered.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” You shouted and pushed yourself off the operating table and into the cabinet across the room, breaking the glass. You honed your eyes in on the polar bear.

You spread your broken wings and they crash against the furniture in the cramped operating room, knocking over carts full of medical equipment.

“Shit!” You groan in pain.

“ROOM.”

Suddenly, the air around you tuned light blue. You spun your head around, trying to see where the voice came from.

“Shambles.”

You felt a body behind you. You breathed hard in suspense.

“Shit, that burns!” An arm around around your torso pulls back.

“Wha-?” You felt a sharp jab in your neck and then your eyelids closed.

Three fingers pushed down the plunger of a syringe.

E, A, T.

— — — —- —- -

“I have to go to Marine Ford. Picking up a patient. You stay here and make sure this patient stays sedated.”

It had been a week and Law had been taking care of his new patient in his medical bay at the Heart Pirates safe house. Law had made sure that Daisy would stay unconscious during this time, pumping her full of sedatives. He needed the patient’s bones to heal.

“Keep her sedated. I’ve left the exact measurements of medications in the folder on the desk. Make sure she stays unconscious. If she were to wake up now, the sheer volume of her broken bones would send her into another shock-like state.” Law gives the instructions to Shachi and Penguin.

“G-got it Captain! You can leave it to us!” Penguin nods at his captain.

“It might be a few days. Call only if it’s an emergency.” Law tosses Shachi a transponder snail and heads out of the base towards where the Polar Tang was docked, Bepo at his heels.

“Great. What did you do that landed us in charge of the vampire girl? If she wakes up we are so fucked.” Penguin remarks at Shachi.

“She won’t wake up. If we keep giving her meds, we’re in there like swim wear. It’s an easy gig.” Shachi laughs. “And if she does, so what? We just shoot her full of one of these…” Shachi grabs a syringe from a medical cart and squirts it into the air. “So what if she’s a Straw Hat? She’s their gardener. She’s about as dangerous as their damn musician. No real threat.”

“I don’t feel real great about this, Shach…” Penguin remarks while rubbing his brow.

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𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝐿𝐼𝑃𝑆 || 𝐹𝐼𝑁𝑁𝐼𝐶𝐾 𝑂𝐷𝐴𝐼𝑅

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑠 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 73𝑟𝑑 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘, 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 @miiathemii '𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓. 𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑁, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑌/𝐿/𝑁. 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇. 𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒. (𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.) 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑂𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑂𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐴𝑢: 𝑂ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑑. 𝐼 𝐴𝐵𝑆𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑇𝐸𝐿𝑌 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑂𝑁𝐸. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 @miiathemii 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒! 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡! 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦! 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 <3

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6.1𝑘

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The forest was always beautiful.

But like everything, it gets old too. You can see it yourself, if you have been around here for a long time by now you could sense the feeling of it growing older. The fresh smell of mahogany around its aura wasn’t the same anymore.

The whole look at the sky wasn’t the same anymore, but that was just because I grew older as well. When I was young I didn’t see the problems adult’s had. I didn’t see all of the suffering that was growing around our district. Nothing was the same anymore. Not that it mattered to the old ones that were fighting for their last years alive, but it mattered to me. This place was where I grew up, where I let myself be truthfully myself. I didn’t have to act like I belonged somewhere else. And I had to watch it go and vanish into nothing.

After I bought the bread from the market and brought it home to mum, I didn’t have anything else to look out after this day so I came here. My favorite place of all times. At least it used to be. The air was salty and earthy while the grass around me was dewy. This wasn’t the same place anymore where I grew up. It made me want to escape the whole state, to start a new life. Somewhere else and not here where the only thing that could be sensed was the fear, and only the fear for kids.

The only birthday we didn’t really celebrate was the twelfth.

I remember exactly the night before I turned twelve. Mum set me to sleep, tucking me in the covers while I asked her about the games and she started to tear up. She was afraid. I was waiting for it while being excited. Every one of my friend group was already thirteen or fourteen and yet I was just simply excited to attend the reaping everyone talked about.

Little, clueless me.

Ambrosia was reaped when she was fifteen. I was still twelve then. I thought that she would win and come back and then we would laugh about the whole thing.

She didn’t come back.

But even that didn’t stop me from wanting to attend the whole thing.

I wanted to help mum. Each year I got my name in the glass globe two times. For me and her as well. It all started when I was thirteen, by the time I reached eighteen my name was in the globe at least twelve times. I just wanted to help her out with anything that I could.

I lost hope though when I reached eighteen. I wasn’t reaped until then and I could not say that I was jealous of the winners for getting all that income and be broadcasted on television while we sat at home and stared at the screen.

I thought I wouldn’t be reaped, but when I heard my name being said all of the stupid things that I was thinking about left my mind. I remember I stood on the podium next to Owen Stewart, a thirteen year old boy whose parents were the market owner’s that year and while we shook hands I felt a pair of two eyes burn their gaze into the skin of my back.

I opened my eyes swiftly and slowly looked around myself. This one spot, my comfort place.

The flowers that grew near the river were now shining with all of their might. The warm days gave them enough sunlight to reach their climax of colors. The whole forest looked like it was caged, but only this part of it not where I used to hang around when I was little.

Now if I looked at it the only thing I could sense was danger. Though I still came here whenever I was sad or anxious or anything. My feelings calmed down here in this one spot. If it would be caged like the rest of it I wouldn’t have anywhere to escape to.

Mum used to say that it was dangerous and I didn’t understand why until I lost someone. At that time kids I was friends with used to swim in the river, laughing and fishing. The first thing we learnt how to do even before learning to write or to read. Just remembering that each one of them was dead by now and I was the only one left alone made me look around the place I had known for around twenty years.

The trees were vividly green, the jabberjay's chirping and settling down on the branches of the living wood. I smiled occasionally when I heard them repeat chattering around the district. Old women talking with each other and discussing younger ones, the fish problems — that the river next to the little cottage houses was almost empty, a living creature not in it, or even just how old they grew and what they've been through already.

I wished I could have grown old like that. Without being chosen as a tribute. Now that I did win, there was no question that I wouldn’t continue living the life that I’ve always had before. When I sliced the last tribute’s throat open from district two, I thought that everything would be fine. Everything would continue running the same way as it always did. Maybe I would be chosen as a mentor next to him. We got the income from The Capitol, the house in Victor's village and all of this just because I killed people. Just that by now, I wished I would be rather dead than be alive between these circumstances.

I thought that I would come home, give a speech in all of the twelve districts to show people respect and then go home. Leave The Capitol and never talk about it again. I should have felt easiness growing inside of me the day I turned nineteen, but I could not. How could I when so many people still felt grief, so many felt alone and betrayed? How can someone live with such feelings that they are the cause of many’s sorrow?

Here.

I was the worst, but at the same time the best example.

But I got what I deserved.

People thought that… that Finnick was this handsome looking fine young boy when he won. At least I thought so. When I was reaped I thought that it was going to be alright, the youngest victor ever will be my mentor. What are the odds of me getting killed?

He didn’t even speak to me after we got on the train. I was thinking maybe he hated me. That I wasn’t pretty enough to be even looking at him.

Now I understood why he didn’t want me to come out successfully from this whole thing.

I tried to see it from his point of view.

They were sex trafficking a sixteen year old boy.

One night which was still spent at The Capitol I was awoken by the sound of glass shattering. The twelve year old boy who was my partner was sleeping like a bear and I was awoken by the slightest sound around the penthouse.

I thought maybe someone broke in, or something like that happened. When I walked out I saw Finnick standing over the counter, the drink that was in his glass now all over the marble tile, spreading while the remains of the glass were in his grip still. I rushed over, seeing that he probably crushed the glass with his own hand.

My statement became true when I finally brought him to speak. His voice was low, raspy almost as if he didn’t want me to hear him. I sat him down to the nearest lamp and took his palm into my hands, it seemed large next to mine. The fresh blood was still spilling from the wound’s on his skin. Since I wasn’t mean enough to wake up our escort too, I searched up the whole apartment for a first aid kit.

While I was bounding up his palm we stayed quiet, though I did. When I was done he murmured something like a thank you and looked at my face like this was the first time he saw me. His eyes narrowed, making me pull my hands away from him and turn around my heel quickly rushing back to my bedroom.

I acted like nothing happened on that night after it, but with Finnick… it was almost impossible to keep up. One day he acted like he hated you, and then next week he would be jumping around you like a bunny.

The blade of grass that I was picking at flew out from between my fingers, making me stare at it and where it disappeared. I wasn’t strong enough to live through another year as someone who was the most desirable female in my district. I wanted to live free. Live without the fear of the consequences of my actions. Every pair of eyes was watching every single move I made in The Capitol. I couldn’t act like nothing happened. Those two weeks were the worst I experienced.

In these situations I let my thoughts wander, making me feel alive and well. I knew that somehow I have to protect mum. She was the only one I could count on. If not her, then I wouldn’t have anyone to put my trust in. No one in the whole existence of the Universe could replace her, not even if it was the most charming, blessed or dependable person.

My eyes slowly flickered to the sunset, the beautiful sun setting down while the sky looked as if an impressionist was playing with the color gradients. I wanted to feel young again, the feeling of being free and not caring about anything around me made me crazy. It was bringing back memories — memories that I thought were long dead in the deepest parts of my mind.

I sucked in a harsh breath before closing my eyelids and just listening to the sound of nature. The wind, how it flew around me and how it pushed the hair into my face. The ordinary bird’s flew around the river, the sound of the river colliding with the forcefield, the sound that it let out, making me flinch. The forcefield was the only thing that kept me back from taking my mother with myself out of Panem.

On a daily basis I tried to do something against it, crave a hole into it, shatter it to thousands of pieces. Anything that could make it disappear. The Capitol was being unrealistically protective with this pull. I was tired of going home everyday, every third day going back to the center and getting to sleep with someone I didn’t even know the name of. Why did I have to do this? Why couldn’t I just simply die? Why couldn’t I listen to him?

But no. I couldn’t be that selfish. I wouldn’t want mum to suffer. She needed to live instead of me too. She needed to live for herself to see a better future. I didn't care about myself at that point when I was almost suffocated by Irina Frank. She was on my mind. I only tried to win for her sake. It’s ironic how though I won, I still have to act like the flirtatious, sharp minded woman. I didn’t see the point of being a prostitute, yet I already was one. I was one. I wasn’t proud of it, but they forced me to. I wasn’t the only one. But still I felt like I was all alone, betrayed and hurt.

And I agreed because I was horrified by the fact that they could kill her in her own house.

But the pleasure that I should have been feeling turned into disgust.

A sigh left my lips while I threw a little rock into the river and stood up from the grass, taking my bag full of knives with myself. The road from here to our house wasn’t a long one, but if you kept walking slowly it could have been stretched out to ten minutes. I slowly walked up on the hill and went through the forest, passing by numerous trees.

The feeling of being in love vanished for me. There was no such feeling. I didn’t know what being in love felt like after those encounters. It didn’t mean anything to me afterwards. They used it as a weapon against me. I knew it shouldn’t feel like that.

After the first time, the boy who was possibly the same age as me left the room while I stayed like that, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did.

I was left like that, I was bleeding. My eyes were closed the whole time and I just kept wishing for it to be over. Then the next day the same happened, then next week, then next month and then the next year. I was told to keep quiet otherwise I could have suffered a lot more than I was doing.

I wondered how Finnick could still live like that. Visiting that whole shitty place and flirting with women at least ten years older than him. Once I remember we were invited to this whole celebration of the victor’s like two years ago. Even then he was with a woman who seemed like she was going to throw up from the amount of alcohol that was already down her throat.

He was easing up around the whole place while I was being tight like a knot on a rope.

I wished I could do it like him. So simply, but in reality I saw something no one else did, except him. Fear.

Not of death.

Rather fear for his loved ones.

He wasn’t this cocky male that they showed you on television. Even when we were kids he was charming, had all of the girls drool over him, even Ambrosia who was known not to fall for charm and playfulness.

When I reached the village I walked up on the stairs of the front porch in front of our house and opened the front door. I placed my bag down next to where our shoes were and closed the door behind myself. I took off my coat and hung it on the hanger, taking my steps towards the living room.

“Oh here she is.” Mum said while I straightened my back and stood in the door.

Oh speak of the devil.

I clenched my jaw while she got up from her armchair and walked towards me, taking my head in her hands, kissing my forehead.

“Mum.” I whispered while she looked back at me. “What is he doing here?” My voice came out struggling while she shook her head slightly,

“I will go and pour you some tea,” She said. “Darling, do you need another cup?” She asked the boy while I scoffed and sat down on the couch across from him.

“Thank you, Mrs Y/L/N.” Finnick nodded his head at her while she took his cup and I crossed my arms on my chest.

He looked up at me while I licked my lower lip, leaning my back against the leather.

“Look I. I know we are not in the speaking phase…”

“What do you want, Odair?” I asked while now placing my thigh against the other. He looked at me, stunned at first then chuckling. I stared back at him with my brows knitted together, sucking in harsh breaths.

He started searching for something in his jacket, making me more anxious about his whole visit. What the hell did he want again? Mum as I saw was actually happy about him, like this was the first time he came to this house.

When his father died, my mother often visited their house since she and his mother have been friends since childhood. I didn’t really get along with him, he was always this “I know better than you do!” kid and he didn’t seem to change ever since that even though he was already twentyfour or something like that.

“Here. Take it.” Finnick shook me out of my thoughts while an envelope was in his right hand. I looked at it for a hot minute before slowly taking it from him. I looked down at it, the front glowing with beautiful petal’s of a living white rose surrounded by golden dust. The handwritten letters made out my name, the district number and the address of Finnick’s house.

I looked up at him while turning the envelope to the backside. He only kept waiting for me to open it, but I hardly could. Why would they send a letter for me to his house? It made no sense. My fingertips gazed at the flap of the paper, the edges nicely painted with gold paint. They secured the letter with a seal, The Capitol’s emblem emerged from the maroon wax.

I ripped the envelope open, reaching for the piece of paper that was in it. It was an invitation. I pulled it out, taking a look at it while both of my hands held it. I read the words quickly enough, but still did not understand what was actually in front of me.

“This must be a joke or something.” I scoffed while Finnick stared at me. I looked up back at him. “I’m not going to attend a stupid event where I have to act like that again. I don’t want to be happy about what I had to do.” I said while my fingertips reached the top of the paper, ripping it into two pieces, then into another two and so on until there was nothing left.

“Tearing up the invitation is not going to make them forget about you. Look, I’ll go too.”

“You are not serious right now.” I chuckled. “You really want me to go with you? That’s why you came here?” I blinked while my face probably held a hilarious expression. “Keep dreaming.” I mouthed while narrowing my eyes, a smile on my lips.

“I won’t be dreaming for much longer Sweetheart.” He said while mum appeared in the living room with a tray of two cups of English tea and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

“Here you go. Oh, also. I hope you don’t mind Darling, but I have to leave. The textiles got shipped this morning and I have to keep sewing otherwise they will fire me.”

“It’s alright Mrs Y/L/N. Thank you for your lovely welcoming.” Finnick stood up while she hugged him, reaching up to her tiptoes. When she pulled away looking at him, she placed her hands on his cheeks, mouthing something as he chuckled.

Once she pulled away her gaze got fixated on me. I looked at her while a huge lump was resting in my throat, threatening me to swallow. Something about her always made me nervous, even if I wasn’t in trouble, but this time it seemed like I was in a big one.

“Behave yourself.” She said while pointing at me. I shook my head bringing my palm to rest against my forehead, closing my eyes. I pushed the loose hair strands away from my face, inhaling a breath that my lungs didn’t need.

When I heard the front door close I stood up from the leather couch in an instant, walking towards the French windows. The sun was still setting down, the image beautiful. I really didn’t want to go. I really didn’t. I did not want to drink, dance or feel good about what I did even if it helped us out. I did not want to go over the same thing again.

I would never do something like that and not even Finnick could make me change my mindset. I pressed my fingertips into my eyes, leaning my head backwards while letting out a groan. When was the last time I did something that I actually wanted?

I felt guilty and actually didn’t understand how the hell could he act like that. Like he didn’t care about all of those innocent adolescents that wanted nothing more than to just help their family. He was feeling absolutely amazing, while I felt like I was going to bury myself into Panem’s lowest point.

Maybe the years, the years did it all for him. It has been already a decade since he won the games, why would he still feel sorrow? Even in this situation he came out as the one who held the truth. And I hated him for that.

Suddenly I felt the room shift, I leant my head against the window while I heard him get up from his seat. I closed my eyes, feeling the cold of the glass calm my nerves. I swallowed the lump that was in my throat and pressed my lips into a line.

I felt him walk behind me. I calmed down my breaths before turning around slowly. Once I was sure I faced him I opened my eyes, crossing my arms on my chest as if to hide something from him.

“One chance. If you ruin it I won’t be talking with you for good Finn.”

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The Capitol, as usual, did what they are the best at.

The room, where usually the tryouts were held - now was decorated into a whole other room. I looked around, from the ceiling exactly thirteen stars hanging. Each star was shining with a number, representing the number of the twelve districts and the one place where The Capitol's people were sitting at a table.

On the tables white silk was laid, on it glimmering textile that could have been the same material mum was bringing in her hands last night. There were different kinds of alcohol, from brandy to whiskey to vodka you could have found everything that you wanted to have. The meals weren’t on the table yet, though there were some snacks laid out. Biscuits, cake and other sweet things that a little child with nothing in their hands would have gone feral for.

Everyone around me was dressed formally, women having long, knee reaching and even very short dresses. There were a lot of people: the victors, their family, the judges and even photographers who were all around the place. I looked around the hall again, my gaze fixated on the walls of the ballroom.

The walls were painted with golden flowers, all over the place. Sometimes if you looked closely you could actually see how butterflies appeared on them. The place was beautiful, just that the people who made it look beautiful were ruined from the inside. I looked down, only to see the frills by the end of my dress.

It was gorgeous. Mum has been sewing it ever since Finnick appeared with the envelope. She was very excited, brought home tons of textiles and kept measuring my stats over and over. I occasionally even enjoyed the whole thing. I loved seeing her doing what she loved. From the beginning of the day she sat down at our dining table, sewing, sketching on her notepad and decorating the flattering piece of clothing with beautiful pearls.

The dress was plantation teal, just to show where I belonged. Mum thought the color was beautiful either way and suited me very much. I couldn’t disagree with her. At the chest the fabric was covering most of my breasts, but leaving a line between them. The corset hugged my waist perfectly, shaping an hourglass which wasn’t exactly how my body was truly shaped.

It had a long skirt, reaching down to the floor. The ends were shaping frills, if I spinned around they looked exactly like I was in a fairytale. The back was beautiful as well, strands to tie across my back. I was thankful that I had a mother like this, actually caring about me and not just because I needed to bring home my wealth. I couldn’t say I didn’t love her more though.

My thoughts were again distracted by the one and only, Panem’s shining victor - Finnick Odair.

“Hi.”He said while I looked up at him, trying to force a smile on my lips. I succeeded partly, a slight smile took its place on my lips. “You look gorgeous.” He said while I suddenly felt weird. I could feel warmth creeping up into my face.

He wasn’t the first one who noticed me, and wasn’t the first one here that complimented my looks, though when he said it, it was different. I felt different. Maybe because I was already so close to him that even just a little compliment made me feel flushed.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” I said while he smiled down at me. I felt my own smile getting wider.

I would have said something right there and then, but someone interrupted me.

“Hi, sorry. I’m Christie. Would you like to dance with me?” The voice of the female couldn’ be more high pitched. She sounded like a kid while looking like someone you would have a time with between the dark alleys. Her blonde hair was tousled up into the sky, makeup covering even her neck. I don’t even think I have to mention her dress.

I raised my brows at her, which probably earned me a bad reputation in her eyes. I scoffed.

Rolling my eyes I suddenly walked away from the two. Everything that has been building up since he picked me up from my house died down, sadness taking over its place. Heavens, why wasn’t I so brave to ask him for a dance? Am I too…cowardly?

I walked through the ballroom, my eyes searching for someone to keep a conversation with but no one there seemed to grab my attention. I was nervous, what the night held for me. Thinking about how I probably needed to be brought home by someone. If I showed up here there was no question that I was going to be having one of the worst nights in my life all over again.

At these times I kept asking myself “Why did you have to win?” Even if I knew I was being selfish. If mum knew what they brought me into she would have bore the death of me better than this.

Even the idea of suicide creeped my thoughts, because all of my wealth was at home with her, in her house. If I died, they wouldn’t take it away from her. No, because I still had one year to become an adult.

If only I had the strength to. To end my life, but I was too caught up about the people around me. So I didn’t. I kept faking smiles, desires and everything else that The Capitol needed from me. Not like it was hard to act like the flirtatious, gorgeous woman, but it was exhausting. By the end of the day when I watched my interviews back with Caesar Flickerman I kept closing my eyes at the sound of my voice. I didn’t recognize myself.

I couldn’t believe what they turned me into. Of course, no one knew how I acted before I was chosen as tribute, but back then I hoped that I would get out the same. Just maybe, happier.

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The music was crawling its way into my ears, the melody of the soft song that the woman sang made goosebumps appear on my skin. It was beautiful. I stared down at my glass of sparkling water, tapping my fingers on the cold glass.

It has been exactly two hours since I arrived. Some people came up to me and congratulated me for winning two years prior. I couldn’t even thank them. I just nodded, turning away from their burning gazes.

People I knew showed up too, for example Johanna Mason. I got along with her, though she only kept talking about this whole third quarter bullshit and how it is not fair that they want us to fight again when we are well over the age of eighteen.

I was biting my lips the whole time. I only knew that the only male victor from district four who was still alive was Finnick. I didn’t want him to fight again. I don’t know why, but suddenly I got worried about him, because the actual thought of the third quarter reaping didn’t really seem interesting to me. As I thought before, I wanted to die. The chances though for me becoming the victor next to Finnick were low, because there was Mags who raised him up and a redhead girl, Annie Cresta who has won the 70th Hunger Games.

When you think that you are on the edge, it’s only the beginning of the things that can turn into your worst dreams. I would have never noticed or cared about the third quarter reaping if Johanna didn't show up to talk to me.

This was me. Everything about me could change in a matter of two seconds. This was how I felt about Finnick now. Who knows how I will feel about him tomorrow, next week or even next month? But did it count? If you thought that you aren’t worthy of love?

“Mind if I take you for a dance?” A low, smooth voice whispered in my ear. Oh, Finnick. His hands were on my shoulders, warm hands on my cold skin. I smiled slightly, closing my eyes as his voice sent tingles down on my spine. I stood up from the table, staring up at him while he took one of my hands and slowly led me where other people were dancing as well.

Waltz. Should be fine.

When he faced me, I suddenly got the urge to swallow. Before I could place one of my hands on his shoulder, his was already on the top of my waist, his fingers laying on the delicate fabric of my dress. As he looked down at me I felt all flustered, in my stomach knots started to form. My breath suddenly got shallow like I was nervous. His hand on my skin felt heavenly, I almost let out a sigh by the feelings. Finn ran his fingers down on the skin of my right arm, making goosebumps appear on it. He slowly reached to my hand, taking it with his and holding it out so we were in a familiar position like all the other dancers.

I suddenly felt like all eyes were on me, making me inhale breaths that I didn’t know my lungs needed. He seemed to notice that, because his fingers started to rub my waist, the hand of mine that was holding his was rubbing my knuckles. His lips formed a smile, while mine were probably left open.

“Relax, it’s just a dance.” He whispered before he took the first step, making us turn around while the frills by the end of my dress went after his steps. I pressed my lips into a line, trying to move after him at the same speed as he moved.

“Loosen your limbs…” His voice came out softly, “-don't focus on it convulsively, let the music take you with itself.”

It was so easy to listen to his voice, it was music to my ears.

I breathed calmly now, moving after him with ease. We passed many pairs as we were spinning around the whole ballroom. To him, it was nothing but listening to the rhythm of the music. Maybe he didn’t even pay attention to it, because his face was focused on something completely different.

“You know, if you are not throwing death glares at me I must say you are really beautiful.” His quiet voice brought me back to real life again, out of my thoughts while I registered what he just said to me. I let out a scoff.

“Stop with the charming behavior. We both know this is not you.” I said while he leant his head to the left side, looking at me with a slight smile on his lips.

“Saying the truth is charming to you?” Finnick asked while raising his arm with mine up above our heads making me twirl around.

I turned back towards him as he pulled me in by the waist, his hand slowly sliding down. I stared at his lips for a moment before I leant my face a little bit away from his. He was too close to me now.

“You know how to twist out my words, don’t you?” I asked while leaning my chin up, staring into his sea green eyes. “Finnick, don’t make me regret my decision.”

He chuckled.

After some time I realized that my head has been resting on his shoulder for quite a good time now, and he was swaying us both to the music. It felt comfortable, I don't think I ever felt like this since the age of ten.

He smelled really nice, fresh and earthy. My nose was really close to his pulse point, my ears able to hear the pumping of his blood between his veins. His hand was now completely leaving my waist, resting on my hip. In fact, he had his lower arm draped around me. Finnick was holding me impossibly close to him, letting me feel the warmth of his body. His hand that was holding mine still, intertwined his fingers with mine. My hand slid down from his shoulder to his biceps, squeezing the skin under his suit jacket.

I slowly raised my head up as I heard the soft music overlap the previous one. That’s why I didn’t hear it change.

“How long has it been?” I asked while he looked behind me, then right back into my eyes.

“Three songs.” He whispered.

“Aren’t you tired?” I asked while he let out a small laugh.

“No, but I’m afraid that your feet will hurt because I assume you are wearing heels.”

“Oh, no. I’m wearing sandals, they have a heel, but it’s only an inch, maybe two.” I muttered.

He bit his lower lip slightly while I kept looking up at him. Suddenly I felt like it was only the two of us in the whole ballroom and no one else mattered. I felt my lips form a genuine, real smile.

“What I said a minute earlier…” He started, “- I really meant it. You are hopelessly gorgeous. I know that we are not pretty close, and we aren’t really the best kind of friends, but that’s enough for me. It’s enough, because if you act like yourself around me I feel like I already earnt something. Because I lo…”

Before he could say it I leant up on my tip toes and pressed my lips slightly against his, making Finnick close his eyes as our lips slowly moved against each other in sync.

In that moment I felt like I was high. Like I accomplished something that I knew that was inside of me for a really long time now. I never wanted to be left alone again. I never wanted to leave his side again. I wanted him to claim me like no one else did before.

When I pulled away for breath, he opened his eyes in a swift motion. I then stared at him, and something changed in his eyes. His pupils dilated, the blood rushed into his cheeks and his lips became swollen making him look desperate. His skin felt warmer than before, making me inch more into him.

“Do that again.” He breathed against my mouth while I let out a chuckle, kissing his sweet lips once again.

There were probably some girls, even women who stared at you, but I couldn’t care less. How could I when I was caged in his arms feeling safe as ever? I wrapped my left arm around his neck, my right one leaving his as it slid up from his chest up to join my other one around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist, his lips feeling up mine while I sighed into his mouth, my knees buckling suddenly.

When he pulled away, a wide smile on his lips I leant my head back down on his shoulder as he kept swaying us to the gentle sound of the music.

Oh, Finnick Odair, you bring the best out of me. And I completely, truly and undoubtedly love you for that.

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Chapter 33 of human Bill is still the Mystery Shack's prisoner:

Stan takes Bill to get fillings from a creepy dentist in the back of a white van. And also they're handcuffed together the whole time.

Hijinks ensue.

Stan was startled from reading the paper by a shrill up-and-down whistle. Bill trotted into the kitchen, his voice a singsong lilt: "Incoming!"

Stan lowered the paper to glare at Bill. "Still doing that, are you?"

"Of course! I'd hate to scare you." Bill took the chair across the kitchen table from Stan. "Gooood morni—"

"Go away." Stan determinedly returned his attention to an article about the deathball arena construction.

Bill laughed. "You're funny. Anyway!" He noted Stan's plate of eggs and salsa was hidden behind his newspaper, and quietly slid the plate across the table as he spoke. "I need you to do me the teensy, tiniest little favor—"

"Nope."

"Take me to your dentist."

"No." Stan didn't even lower his newspaper. "The last time I took you anywhere, you almost made my niece cry, my brother left a Shopliftaholics Anonymous flier on my bed, and all I got out of it was a crummy ring. You wanna go somewhere, talk to Soos."

But, Bill noted, Stan was wearing said crummy ring. "Spend a day with that loser?" He rolled his eyes. "Please. I'd rather pry out my fingernails."

"You'd probably enjoy that, you freak."

"Not the point." Bill stuffed half an egg in his mouth. "Anyway, it has to be you. I need fillings, and Dr. Illing does them for free."

Stan squinted over the top of his newspaper. "How do you know about Dr. Illing?"

"What part of 'all-seeing eye' don't you get?"

Dr. Illing was a wandering dentist who spent the warm summer months in Gravity Falls. He squeezed his van and trailer into alleys between businesses in town, where he both lived and provided dental services until the police caught wind and chased him and his van out into the woods for a few days. On days with good weather, he'd pop open the back hatch of his nondescript trailer and set up a sign that read "COME INSIDE! FREE CANDY (for new patients)". He didn't attract many customers.

What really made him stand out was his unusual pay structure. He charged typical rates for regular teeth cleaning and dental maintenance; but if a patient had a cavity, he gave them a gold filling for free, and he paid them if he needed to pull their teeth.

Stan thought he was terrific. He hadn't had to pay for dental care in thirty years! Granted, he also wore dentures now; but hey, Dr. Illing had helped pay off Ford's mortgage, and at least the dentures were on the house.

Bill said, "You're the only one in the shack who knows all the places Illing might set up shop. Besides, he might be less jumpy in front of a stranger if an existing patient can vouch for it."

"I can see where you're coming from," Stan said. "But my answer is no, because I don't wanna."

Bill scowled in irritation. He sat back and ate another of Stan's eggs as he reconsidered his approach.

"Stanley—I'm a simple shape," he said. "A simple shape who's used to being coated peak to base in pure, lustrous, 24-karat gold. Having skin makes my skin crawl. I don't need any dental work done, these teeth are fine—but I'd really, really like just a bit of gold, somewhere on my body, so I feel a little more like myself in my final days."

Stan muttered, "You're trying to appeal to sympathy I don't have, Cipher."

"And then, once I'm dead," Bill went on, "I suppose I'll be leaving behind a corpse with a mouthful of free gold that whoever's disposing of my remains can do whatever they want with, do you catch my meaning Stanley?"

Stan lowered his newspaper just enough to grimace at Bill. "That's absolutely disgusting," he said. "But okay, I'm bribed!" He tried to fold the newspaper. "If you want your mouth to fund me and Ford's next year of globe-trotting, fine by me. Least you can do for messing up our summer."

"Mhm." Bill shoveled the last egg into his mouth while Stan was distracted by the paper and slid the plate over to Stan's side.

Stan slapped the paper down. "But we're not telling Ford about this. Agreed?" He offered a hand to shake.

"Agreed." Bill took Stan's hand, with the wrong hand—but before Stan could figure out what to do with that, Bill jerked his hand back like he'd been burned. "We'll take this to our graves."

"Or to your grave, anyway!" Stan laughed loudly, slapping the table.

Bill watched him with a forced smile. "Great. Deal made. Let's go get the magic friendship bracelets and—"

"Ohhh no," Stan said. "I'm not trusting a little bit of colored lace and some mystical hocus-pocus to keep you contained. If we're going anywhere, I'm making sure you can't escape."

"Okay," Bill said, a touch warily. "Fine. How?"

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Soos took the handcuffs out of his toolbox, removed the key and stuck it in his pocket, and asked, "What side do you want it on?"

"Left," Stan said. "Gotta keep my punching arm free." Bill rolled his eyes.

Soos closed the cuffs on Stan's left wrist and Bill's right, then tightened Bill's half until it actually held his tiny wrist. "There."

"Ha!" Stan grinned at Bill. "Try escaping that!"

"I wasn't planning to escape."

"Sure, pull the other one." Stan pointed toward the door. "Now... to the car!"

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They stared in dismay at Stan's car.

The El Diablo was a classic of the 1960s American automotive industry—and it was in terrific condition. (Notwithstanding the recent dents, scrapes, and keyed scratches in the paint reading "TRICK-OR-CHEATER!!") It came with the features standard to American cars of the time, like a steering wheel on the left, and a wide front bench that provided space for multiple passengers to sit to the driver's right side.

Bill was handcuffed to Stan's left side.

"Wow. You're stupid," Bill said.

"I'll break your smart mouth."

"What do I care, we're headed to the dentist anyway." He sighed. "Okay! Let's go inside and tell Questiony how stupid you are."

Stan did not want to tell Soos how stupid he was. "No! How do you know I didn't do this on purpose? Maybe having my right arm free is more important than—er... driving."

Bill considered that with pursed lips. After a pause, he ventured, "Do you want me to drive—?"

"No, no, nope, I am not letting you drive my car, under any circumstances, ever! Not a chance!"

"Then how are we doing this?"

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Stan gripped the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles white and jaw clenched.

Bill was uneasily cuddled up against Stan's right side. The handcuff forced him to stretch his right arm across Stan's chest.

They were both wearing tank tops. Their bare upper arms were plastered together with sweat.

They were getting cricks in their necks from how far they were tilting their heads away from each other.

On the radio, a hit 50's soul song crooned romantically, "Oh, my sweet love... you're my lovely sweetie... and I never love you more, than when you're pressed to my side... as we go for a sweet loving car ride..." Neither of them could reach the radio dial without touching each other even more. They'd silently decided to pretend as hard as possible that they couldn't hear the radio.

"Welp," Stan said. "Out of all the times I've been handcuffed in a car, this is one of the worst."

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They spotted Dr. Illing's "FREE CANDY" sign posted surreptitiously near the barrel and crate factory, and circled the block to park the car in front of a business that looked responsible enough to file a missing persons report if the car was still abandoned there by nightfall.

They tumbled out of the driver's side door with a maneuver that looked like a cross between a waltz and a mugging. Stan kicked the door shut. As they untangled themselves, in a surprisingly decent impression of Stan's voice, Bill said, "Gotta keep my punching arm free. How's that working out for you?"

"Bold words from a guy in punching range, you little—" As Stan finally separated himself from Bill and straightened out, he caught sight of Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland halfway up the block. "Oh, great. Cops. Exactly what you want around when you're doing something weird." Stan shook his head. "Well, as long as we go the other way and don't make eye contact—"

"Hi Darryl! Hi Edwin!" Bill stood on his toes and waved wildly. "Hey! Working hard or hardly working? Haha!"

"Oh, hey Goldie!" Durland waved back, and he and Blubs headed their direction. "How've you been, did you have a nice Summerween?"

"Ahh, I was stuck in the house—"

"Bill," Stan hissed. "Whaddaya think you're doing? Do you want them asking questions?"

"Hey," Durland said, "Why're you handcuffed to Stan?"

Bill turned toward Stan. He smiled at him. It was a smile that said I did not think this through.

"You need some help there?" Blubs asked. "I bet we've got a key that matches that handcuff model."

Stan bet Bill would love to accept that offer and go traipsing off with the cops. "Nope! That's fine! Thank you officers, but we're keeping the handcuffs on," Stan said. "Because." He paused. "They're necessary. For... uh... for me."

The cops and Bill watched him expectantly. Bill had that awful gleam in his eyes that he got when he saw an opportunity to make up a story.

"Because I'm old," Stan said. "It's to keep me from wandering into traffic."

Bill laughed, "Yep, that's true!" He jabbed Stan's shoulder with a finger (harder than necessary, he thought). "This guy's cataracts are so bad, sometimes he asks us if he's dying because all he a see is a white light in a dark tunnel! And the way his mind's going, woof—"

Stan growled, "All right you don't have to lay it on so thick—"

"—he's so addled it's like he's completely forgotten the last century of technology, he'll just walk right off the curb and expect the horse-drawn carriages to stop for him—"

"Hahaaa, but we won't bore you with my medical history!" Stan jerked on the handcuffs. "C'mon, Goldie, you're gonna make me late to my heart doctor appointment. You don't want my life on your hands, do you?"

Bill murmured, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Hold on," Blubs said. "You can't see? Didn't we just see you get out of the driver's seat of your car?"

Stan and Bill exchanged a look. Stan said, "Goldie's giving me directions."

"Oh! That makes sense," Durland said.

"All right," Blubs said, "We'll let you get to your doctor's appointment. You folks have a nice day."

As the cops left, Bill called after them, "You too! Hey, I'll see you guys at Rainbow Club!"

"See you there!" Durland turned to Blubs. "Y'know, I think Goldie's a step up from that seeing-eye bear."

Bill and Stan eyed each other. "All right, you're not bad at improv," Bill said. "I can respect a decent actor."

"You too," Stan said grudgingly. Bill looked at Stan like he expected a little more than that; but Stan kept his mouth shut. Bill didn't need the encouragement.

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Dr. Illing's "FREE CANDY" sign leaned hopefully near a gap in the fence around an overgrown lot by the barrel factory. The gap was large enough that a reasonably limber human could duck through with little difficulty; however, Stan was old and Bill was still controlling his alien body like a rookie puppeteer learning the marionette, so they circled halfway around the lot until they found a gate in the fence to push open. They trod across scraggly grass, a row of dying mushrooms, and years-old litter to reach an unmarked white van hooked up to a camper trailer.

The back hatch of the trailer was flipped up to serve as a makeshift metal awning, and inside, a tall, spindly man was snoring atop a military cot in his underwear, using a white lab coat like a blanket. Stan cleared his throat loudly, and when that didn't disrupt the snoring, knocked on the side of the trailer. "Hey! Doc!"

Dr. Illing jolted upright with a yelp, seized an enormous wireless power drill off the floor to point at them like a gun, lowered it slightly as he registered he wasn't under attack, then realized he was nearly naked and yelped again. He tumbled off the cot, flailed his way to his feet, and turned his back to them as he jerked on his coat and buttoned it. "Just—just a second!" He got on one sock, couldn't find the other, and gave up, pulling on his sneakers with one bare foot. "Sorry, so sorry, I must've—just—nodded off for a second, there—"

"Maybe we should have made an appointment," Bill said wryly. "He looks busy." Stan snorted.

Dr. Illing turned around, smoothing out his rumpled lab coat. He was a jumpy, twitchy man with heavy circles under his eyes, short badly-cut hair, and a 5 o'clock shadow that had evolved into a 25 o'clock shadow. His gaze darted nervously between their faces. "Sorry. Hi, hello, can I help you? Are you maybe here for a tooth extraction, or—or perhaps wisdom teeth removal...?" His gaze caught on Stan's face, and he started. "Stan Pines! I haven't seen you since I pulled your last tooth ten years ago! What are you doing here?" His brows creased in worry. "You're—you're not mad about that, are you—?"

"What? No! The dentures are—fine. They're actually lower maintenance than teeth. Sort of. In a way," Stan said. "No, I'm here to refer a new customer." He pointed at Bill.

Bill made a gesture like he was tipping an invisible hat. "Hi there!"

"A customer?" Dr. Illing said blankly. "Oh—yes! Of course, hold on—" He pulled a hospital curtain over the front half of the trailer to hide a dinette covered in laundry and old magazines, lifted one end of the military cot and slid a step stool under the legs to keep it raised, and tugged the arm of a dental light down from the ceiling to aim it at the chair.

Stan said, "So, do I get some kind of referral bonus, or..."

"Oh—sure, sure. Have a, uhh..." Dr. Illing opened a heavy yellow and black tool bag, pulled out a battered cookie tin, withdrew a gold coin, and offered it to Stan. "One of these or something, here."

"Huh." Stan inspected it. No idea what currency it was, but a gold coin was arguably cooler than actual cash.

The dentist batted aside the hospital curtain to grab a tiny stool from the dinette, shook a damp towel off the seat, placed the stool beside the cot, and sat. "Okay!" He clapped his hands. "New customer! What can I do you for?"

Bill had been gazing in naked longing at the bag hiding the gold coins; but at the question, he looked up with a grin. "I'm here for fillings!"

"Ah! Wonderful. No charge for fillings, of course." He started rummaging through his tool bag for supplies. "Do you know which teeth need them?"

"Whichever you think would look best with some," Bill said. "Driller's choice!"

Dr. Illing stopped rummaging to give Bill a perplexed look. "I—sorry, come again?"

"I said I'm leaving it in your hands." Bill climbed into the trailer and put his free hand on Dr. Illing' s shoulder. "I'll be straight with you, Frankie: all that matters is that my teeth do not currently have any gold in them, and I want that to change by the time I leave. I'm not too picky about the details beyond that."

The dentist stared at Bill, then glanced at Stan for confirmation. Stan shrugged and nodded. "Oh-kay!" Dr. Illing wasn't quite smiling, but there was a strange, eager gleam in his eye. "Super! This'll be fun!" He gestured for Bill to sit on the cot. "Let's see what I have to work with."

He ushered Stan in, and pulled the trailer's hatch shut.

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"Your teeth are amazing," Dr. Illing said, voice hushed with awe. "Perfectly white. Who's your usual dental hygienist? Did you just get these cleaned?"

"Nope," Bill said, forgetting for the third time that humans keep their teeth and their voice in the same hole and he shouldn't talk with the dentist's fingers in his mouth. Dr. Illing quickly pulled his hand back. "Just basic toothpaste, floss, and dish soap."

Dr. Illing shook his head in disbelief. "Well, they look amazing. And no wear at all, remarkable... Have you ever considered having any of these pulled? Do you mind if I take a few pictures?"

Stan shuddered as the dentist pulled out an old film camera and started snapping photos. "Yeesh. I forgot how creepy you are. Kinda glad I ran out of teeth."

Dr. Illing straightened up, snapped off the dental light, and sighed. "Well, I'm sorry to say that all your teeth are pristine. Not a hint of cavities—not even plaque. It'd be a shame to drill such pretty specimens. You're sure you don't want one pulled...?"

Stan grimaced, but Bill pursed his lips thoughtfully, as if he were considering a perfectly normal question. "As fun as that sounds, I said I want to leave with gold today, and the whole extraction-and-implantation process for gold teeth takes ages. Unless you happen to have a little secret magic trick to speed up the process?" Bill laughed, fixing Dr. Illing with a piercing stare.

Dr. Illing looked nervous. "Er—no."

"Then just the fillings. But who knows, maybe I'll feel naughty and be back in a couple of weeks." Bill laughed again. "Just pick a couple of your least favorite teeth to drill into!"

"Okay, suit yourself." Dr. Illing shrugged and fished around in an overstuffed cardboard box under the dinette table. "Let's gas you up and get drilling."

"You can skip the sedative," Bill said. "I don't mind a little pain. I prefer it, actually! It adds some zest to the experience..." He trailed off as he caught sight of the label on the gas canister Dr. Illing had pulled out. He pointed at a word, "I thought that additive was illegal."

Dr. Illing flinched guiltily. "Not in the state where I got it."

"Oh, buddy. I didn't realize I'd climbed into the party van!" Bill settled back on the cot, laced his hands behind his head, and got comfortable. "You know this stuff has something like sixty percent odds of causing hallucinations? Most people get either haloes around lights, or spiders. Go ahead, gas me—I wanna find out which I am."

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In five minutes, Bill was overjoyed to report that the dental light had a spider halo. He did not explain what this meant.

Since Stan had typically been under anesthesia himself whenever Dr. Illing operated on him, this was the first time he'd had an opportunity to watch the dentist at work. Stan discovered that when Dr. Illing drilled into a tooth, he didn't suck the resultant dust up with one of those little dental vacuums with a plastic tube Stan was more familiar with. Instead, when a bit of dust had accumulated, he reached in with what looked like a cotton swab, wiped up the tooth dust, and scraped it off into a Petri dish; and only then did he use the vacuum to suck out any saliva and continue. Was he saving the leftover tooth dust? He was an even bigger creep than Stan had thought.

By all appearances, Bill didn't handle the gas well. It wasn't that it made him sick, or that he wasn't having the time of his life. It just made him completely forget how to operate a human body. When Dr. Illing told him to hold his mouth open, he also held his eyes open until they watered; and whenever he lost the battle to keep them open, he automatically shut his mouth too, often to his own peril as Dr. Illing shouted about the drill jostling. Within ten minutes, Dr. Illing had given up on convincing Bill to keep his mouth open and instead started giving him blink breaks when he could shut his mouth.

It helped some, but they couldn't do anything about the fact that Bill had fully forgotten he couldn't talk while getting dental work done, and kept up a regular chatter—during which he cheerfully mentioned he'd died recently, attempted to explain that the entire universe was actually an elaborate hologram projecting from the "true" third dimension, and asked Dr. Illing all about the cruise to Panama he'd recently stowed away on (which the dentist hadn't mentioned). During one blink break, as Bill closed each eye separately, Dr. Illing leaned toward Stan and muttered, "So... what's her story?"

Stan tilted his head toward the Petri dish. "What's with the tooth shavings?"

Dr. Illing considered that, slowly nodded, and got back to work.

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After several hours, Dr. Illing wiped his brow and sighed in relief. "All right, that should do it. You've got fillings on five teeth now." Under his breath, he muttered, "It would have been two, if you hadn't kept talking while I was drilling."

Stan shook his head in amazement. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Yes," Bill said. "I've never felt pain like that before. What a rush."

"If you do come back for a tooth extraction, I'm getting a dental gag to keep your jaws open." Dr. Illing finished pulling out the array of clamps and barriers around the filling sites and wearily dropped down onto his stool. "There. The rest of the sedative should wear off gradually over the next few hours. Usually I tell patients to wait three or four hours before eating to let the swelling go down, but..." He waved wearily. "You can do whatever you want."

"Admit it, you like having an enthusiastic patient!" Bill heaved himself off the military cot, forgot he couldn't float, and immediately collapsed to the floor.

"Whoa there—" Stan helped Bill back to his feet. The handcuffs prevented him from getting an arm around Bill's back, so instead he helped keep him upright by firmly squeezing his upper arm. "I don't know about you, but I'm eating as soon as we get home. You made me miss lunch—and for some reason, I feel like I barely had any breakfast." Bill inexplicably found this declaration hilarious. Probably the sedative, Stan reasoned.

Bill waved at the dentist as Stan tugged him out the trailer's hatch, chattering the whole way: "Thanks for the gold, the sock you were looking for is a bookmark in the March issue of Floss Girls, Atlantis is rising as we speak, you have less than seven years to prepare for the plague, tell the little lady I said hi! Byyye!"

Stan squeezed Bill's arm tighter and muttered, "Would you cut that out?

Bill stumbled across the uneven lot. "I made up the part about Atlantis."

"Okay just shut up and stop saying weird things."

Bill attempted to walk sideways all the way back to the car.

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Stan gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his arms were trembling.

Bill was sprawled all over the front bench, the dashboard, the seatback, and Stan's shoulders.

On the radio, a hit 80's R&B song with a sexy saxophone was playing, "Babe, the sad things you've been through... I swear I'll make it up to you... If it takes a thousand years..."

Bill was singing at the top of his lungs directly in Stan's ear, "I'LL WIPE AWAY ALL YOUR TEARS, WOO!—sax solo!—BA DA-DA DA, BA DA-DAAA—"

Stan turned off his right hearing aid.

Every once in a while Bill attempted to grab the steering wheel and turn it in time to the song, like a kid playing in a toy car; Stan had given up telling him to stop and instead started just smacking his hand away every time he tried. After another smack, Bill draped his arm awkwardly over Stan again, and announced, "I can't feel my tongue at all! I bet I can chew it off!"

"Don't do that."

"The last time my mouth was this numb, my girlfriend had just gotten done with me, haha." Bill stuck his finger in his mouth to experimentally poke at his tongue. "I couldn' thee for the nex' hour from all the thporeth—"

"I swear if you don't shut up—"

Bill flopped his arm across Stan again. "I just realized I haven't gotten any action since I died. Wow. What's normal for humans, couple times a week until you start the slow lingering decline toward death?" He looked straight at Stan. Stan could feel that side of his face start to sweat. "This isn't a weird time to bring that up, is it?"

"Bill, if you say one more weird thing, you're riding home on the roof of the car."

Bill was quiet for three seconds. And then he started poking Stan's bicep. "Your arm's a lot meatier than Sixer's! What's your favorite flavor of cancer?"

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Mabel asked, "Why are you on top of the car?"

Bill—eyes wide, hair disheveled, one arm hanging through the driver's door, sprawled out clinging to the roof like his life depended on it—replied, "I don't know, it's all a blur."

Stan opened the car door and jerked on the handcuffs. "All right, get off my car."

Bill shakily climbed off, lay in the dirt, and tried to catch his breath. "That was fun. We should do that more often."

"Not on your life."

Eyeing the handcuffs, Dipper said, "What were you doing, anyway?"

"Nothing!" Stan snapped. "Why? Who's asking? I wasn't sneaking the demon out to get a shady back-alley dental procedure!"

Mabel and Dipper stared up at him.

Stan pointed at them. "What are you doing?"

"Going camping," Dipper said, turning so Stan could see his stuffed backpack.

"Something's been stealing Pacifica's alpacas at night, so we're going on a stake-out," Mabel said. "They took Giorgio. It's personal now."

"We think aliens might be abducting them," Dipper said.

From the ground, Bill said, "It's not aliens."

"Ah, taking the law into your own hands. It builds character," Stan said approvingly. "You need firearms?"

They exchanged a glance. "We're good," Mabel said. "Grunkle Ford loaned us his freeze ray. It seems less lethal."

As the kids headed toward the road, Bill finally heaved himself up. "Well, that was fun!"

"No it wasn't," Stan said.

"Your opinion doesn't matter. Anyway—" He shook his cuffed wrist. "We're home, get me out of this thing. It makes you look like my ugly accessory and I want my hoodie."

"I elevate your whole look!" Stan protested. "And I don't have the key, it's with Soos."

Mabel turned back to shout at them, "Soos is out! He's got a dinner date with Melody!"

Stan grimaced. "Uh-oh."

Bill shrugged and said, with a confidence Stan didn't share, "He left the key behind."

####

"Oh man, sorry dudes," Soos said over the phone. "I totally forgot I still had it. Yeah, it's on my key ring. Is that, like, gonna be a problem, or...?"

"It's fine," Bill said, sitting atop Soos's office desk and leaning all the way across it to reach the phone. "Just pass it through the phone, we'll catch it."

"What?"

"Ignore him." Stan shoved Bill's face away. Bill gave him a dirty look as he straightened out his eyepatch, which he'd finally gotten to put on once they were home. Stan spun the desk chair away from Bill so he couldn't try to join the conversation again. "He's hopped up on psychedelic laughing gas. When are you gonna be back?"

"Uh..." Soos thought for several seconds. "Nooot for a while. Abuelita and I were talking about maybe kind of staying the night?"

"Well—pfff—can't you duck out and bring the key?"

"Uhhh. I would but, this is the first time Abuelita and I are having dinner with Melody's parents, and I'm really worried about impressing them parents, and the casserole's about to come out, and I think they might judge me if I leave, it would probably ruin dinner..."

"Okay, fine. What if we drive over to get the key?"

Far louder than necessary, Bill asked, "Stanley can I drive this time—!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Oh sure, that'd be fine," Soos said. "I'll give you directions, Melody's parents' place is in Portland. You got a pen?"

Stan frowned. "Portland."

"Yep."

"As in, outside the magic bubble trapping Bill in town."

Soos paused. "Oh, right."

Well, Stan wasn't about to make Soos look bad in front of his future in-laws. He'd never had in-laws, but he'd seen enough sitcoms to know how messy that could get. "Never mind. We'll figure something out. You kids enjoy dinner." Stan hung up the phone, sighed, and turned to face Bill. (Bill had plucked a figurine of a bulky robot in a cute girly pose off of Soos's desk, and was staring at it in wonder, like he'd never seen overpriced anime convention merch before.) "You got any other bright ideas?"

"We could still call Darryl and Edwin..."

"No way," Stan snapped. "I am not calling the cops for help! Never gonna happen. I'd rather wait for Soos to get back in the morning if I have to!"

"Oh would you." Bill laughed scornfully. "And what do you plan to do until then?"

####

They got TV dinners and grumpily watched Cash Wheel together.

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(This entire chapter was just an extended excuse to annoy Stan and Bill as much as possible. But mostly Stan. Thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed I'd appreciate a comment or reblog!!)

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #grunkle stan #stanley pines #gravity falls #gravity falls fic #gravity falls fanart #fanart #my art #my writing #bill goldilocks cipher #(please pretend the first song sounds like Unchained Melody)#(please pretend the second song sounds like Careless Whisper)

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sehodreams · 3 months

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sex money feelings die - second visit

first visit ↬ second visit ↬ third visit

WC: 1.5k

TW and Tags (permanent for the story): rich client!Anton x stripper!reader, smut, fluff (?), a touch of angst for the moment, inexperienced reader, fingering, kissing, lots of silly conversations.

Summary: Working at a night club was difficult in many aspects, your sleep schedule was messed up for life, your feet were more used to high heels than sneakers and you had to lie about where you went to work those nights. Still, even with all those cons, you didn't hate your job, you had more than enough to pay your bills, feed your brother and save money for his college. However, what happens when your boss makes you do the one thing you asked to never do.

Mondays became the new Fridays.

Anton had completely stopped booking the VIP room for him and his friends and disappeared until Monday came, the girls were sad at first, missing his expensive champagne and pretty face, but since his friends didn’t stop coming and they also brought their own drinks to share they quickly got over it.

Shotaro was elated to have now two big incomes in the week instead of just one, and every time he saw you around, he patted your back as if he was congratulating you for making the right choice.

You don’t know how right was to accept his money, the first time you told yourself you deserved it as compensation for all the stress he caused you, but after the fourth time you had started to feel bad receiving the wad of cash when all you two did was talk and sometimes drink, and you didn’t even drink with him, you just made sure his glass was full while you talked about recipes you had tried days before, how clients had treated you during the week, or maybe some gossip you heard around.

And he always kept the conversation flowing so smoothly that, before you noticed, you had started to talk about things you wanted too, from the simplest dish you had tried in your infancy to the coat you had seen when you were window shopping at the mall.

‘’I can buy it for you’’ he answered when you described the long black coat you saw that weekend.

You denied, ‘’It’s okay Anton, it’s not that I can’t, but there are more important things I could buy with that money.’’

‘’Like what?’’ he seemed sincerely curious about what else you had to do with money instead of buying yourself something truly wanted.

Saying you could buy your brother more practice books was impossible, you hadn’t talk about that kind of personal aspects of your life. Also, you asked yourself, would he be able to understand you? You saw the gold earrings he had on each of his ear globes, drops shiny enough to know they weren’t fake like the ones you bought yourself in the little fairs you visited when you had time, and you didn’t dare to even guess the price, because you were sure they costed enough to pay at least four months of your rent.

‘’Like food or, I don’t know, pay my bills, I don’t feel good wasting too much money on myself.’’

‘’Why would it be a waste to buy yourself something you want? Of course, those things are important, but gifting yourself things you want too.’’

He wouldn’t understand you at all. You couldn’t tell him how a two thousand coat was not something you could gift yourself, you had a mouth to feed, a student to maintain, and when you were young you never appreciated how much your mother did for you, but now that you were on her shoes, you understood why she collapsed after so many years taking care of you two without thinking about her own health. You couldn’t even afford fruit when you were young, you would be happy if you had a fried egg in your lunch, and now you decided that eating two fruits a day was a better decision than buying some piece of cloth that your brother wouldn’t find useful at all.

‘’I shouldn’t, I have to think about the future, I don’t know what could happen tomorrow.’’ You saw his glass half empty and tried to fill it again to avoid his eyes on you.

Minutes passed and the uncomfortable silence that you had forgotten about after so many times together came again, making you shrug in your spot, wishing you hadn’t talked about that. He seemed to deeply think about something while slowly nodding and sipping his glass full again, and before you were about to change the subject to something one of the girls had said about him, he interrupted you.

‘’What I give to you is not enough? Should I give you more?’’

‘’Anton in first place I don’t know why you give me so much money, you could have any girl in this place, you don’t have to put up with me.’’

His hand found yours and, caressing the back of it to calm you, he sighed.

After so many nights talking until Sungchan called for you, he had learned many things about you, how you enjoyed sweets a lot, how you always had a praise for the people you worked with and how you never recognized how special you were.

‘’Can I ask you a favor?’’ You, tired of hearing that phrase, like always, stayed silent until the other person said what wanted from you. ‘’Could you treat yourself a little better? I don’t think you realize what you do, but you talk as if you didn’t deserve nice things, and I’m not here to lecture you or anything, but it’s painful to hear how you say things like waste, or put up, and I thought that, after all the times we were together, you would notice that, for me, you would never be someone I have to put up with, I’m here because I want to, and because I think your company is as valuable as what I pay for, to not say more.’’

The tenderness with what he said it made you blush and, grateful for the room to be so dark and your foundation so good, you let him hold your hand.

He chuckled when your smokey eyes met his, seeing you so shy with just a grasp of his hand after knowing how bold you could be was a charm he didn’t expect from you, and when he saw how your ears betrayed you, all red and obvious even with the dim light of the place, he found himself as lost as when you took off your robe and showed him your pretty set of lingerie.

The occasion never repeated, you two strictly talked and got to know each other, so he never received another of your shows again. Kind of sad, but he didn’t mind, seeing your soft face and hearing your voice was enough to keep him satisfied the whole night.

However, he thought about you a lot more the next days, sometimes he thought about calling your boss and asking for more of your time on random days, but he didn’t want to scare you away when you were getting so close. For him, you were just like one of those stray cats he had seen around his elite school when he was younger. His friends and he would sneak some food a couple of times, and they would instantly run away from them and hide if they weren’t careful enough, and even if with every encounter they would warm up and occasionally accept to be petted, just the action of one of the immature boys, like putting too much pressure with their hands or being too loud, would be enough to make them run away, and would have to start all over again.

Your eyes met his and, holding all his desire to give you a kiss over your nude lips, he focused his attention on going back to the conversation.

‘’So, what do you say, will you do me that favor?’’

You hummed with a smile, you were tired of favors, but this was the first time you didn’t mind that someone asked you for one. ‘’I’ll think about it.’’

Testing the waters, he pulled the hand he was holding and gave it a quick but delicate peck. ‘’Knowing that you will think about me later it’s enough for me.’’

Not believing his cheesy line you scoffed, ‘’I’ll think about what you said, not about you.’’

‘’Well, just so you know, I’m always thinking about you.’’

Your laugh brought him joy again, whipped with the sound of it, he always left feeling victorious if he made you laugh during the night.

He kissed your wrist this time, and you didn’t pull your hand away, so he felt he had advanced a big step with you after so many nights.

‘’Why don’t you come Fridays anymore? The girls miss you’’ you changed subjects, like you always did when Anton, or made you uncomfortable, or made you too comfortable.

‘’And you? Do you miss me?’’ he replied kissing your index finger.

‘’Sometimes, your champagne is better than your friend’s’’ you had no idea how it tasted, but it always smelled good, so you decided it wasn’t exactly a lie.

He was exhilarating, hearing how you wanted to see him more was something he had waited for so long. ‘’I’ll make sure to bring two bottles then.’’

You let him hold your hand until you were called, and that night Shotaro gave you a check. ‘’Too many bills’’ he said.

Anton had given you a raise.

first visit ↬ second visit ↬ third visit

#riize x reader #riize smut #anton x reader #anton smut #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours #riize imagines #riize fluff

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hyuuukais · 6 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚your song (1.6k)

->♡idol!han jisung x fem reader

->♡pov: u fall in love with han jisung

->♡warnings: 1 kind of suggestive comment

it's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

never in your life had you fallen in love. of course, you knew love, you knew her well. love surrounded you in almost every way possible; you knew her like the back of your hand. but romance? fireworks? falling so deep you're drowning in it?

you can't say you're familiar with the feeling.

so when you get this tingling in your fingers as they brush against his arm accidentally, causing you both to look up and blush, you indulge in the foreign feeling. lightheaded, nervous, giddy.

"hi, i'm jisung-" his smile slightly falters as you pull your hand away. "you're felix's friend, right?"

i know it's not much, but it's the best i can do. my gift is my song and this one's for you

overworked, overtired, a cup of hot chocolate turned cold long ago the only thing in your system.

as if he sensed your stress from across the globe, your phone lit up with an incoming call. you debate getting up to grab your phone which is across the room charging on a small table. seeing the contact name decided for you; hanji.

"hello?"

"hey baby," the nickname he'd adopted for you makes your heart swell when he speaks. "you okay?"

"um, yeah, i guess so."

"you don't sound very convincing."

you sigh, giving in and confessing that your workload had been crazy lately. something about him made you want to tell all your deepest secrets, stripping yourself down to the bone for him to see.

"i know i can't do much from here, i wish i could." there's a pause. "what time is it for you?"

"...three am."

"three? y/n i- you!" his reaction makes you laugh. "okay. okay, listen. you, me on the phone, your bed, right now."

"i'm sorry, what?"

"not like that!" he says, a bit too loudly. "i meant like, you go to bed and i stay on the line. i could sing you to sleep."

a blush creeps up your neck, your cheeks, your ears. you agree, of course, and hurry off to bed, you can finish your work last minute in the morning. hearing the one and only han jisung sing to you personally? well, that was an offer you couldn't pass up. little did you know he would do it any time you asked.

his voice comes over the phone softly, and you can even hear him pick at guitar strings. you don't recognize the tune; something new, he said, something i've been working on for y- um, just something, haha. it doesn't take long for sleep to take you, and when you wake, he's hung up. of course he has, he has things to do too. a part of you wishes he'd stayed overnight. there's a text, a simple good morning i hope you slept well!! did you dream of me? :P, and your heart flutters.

and you can tell everybody that this is your song

"y/n hurry up or i'm gonna eat all your birthday cake myself!"

you had just finished getting ready to leave, picking out a green skirt to compliment the shirt jisung wore. you didn't know where you were going, only that one, you were meeting the boys there and two, he wanted to match. green looked so good on him, you couldn't help but stare when he first came into your little apartment.

over the past year, you'd grown closer to him, and one thing he couldn't wait to do was to celebrate your birthday. jisung brought it up multiple times, especially during the last few months, all of the things he wanted to do with you, experience with you. at this point he was almost challenging felix's best friend position.

"oh my god, you look gorgeous." his eyes widen as you step out. "you're joking right? like, you're actually joking? i get to spend my life with someone as beautiful as you-"

now your eyes widen, but it was like jisung hadn't even noticed what he said. he takes your hand in his, making you do a spin; you laugh freely and feel yourself become you in his presence. no one made you feel the way han jisung did.

you were slowly coming to terms with that.

"have i ever told you how much i love you?" jisung wraps his arms around your waist, playfully nuzzling into your neck. anyone looking in would think you were together. "because i love you a lot. shoutout to lix for losing you at that party, 'cause i don't know if he'd have introduced us. keeping you to himself."

he hums a now familiar tune, the song he refuses to tell you about. anytime you bring it up, he shies away, it's nothing, just work. the notes vibrate into your neck. this moment, it's engraving itself into your mind. the intimacy, safety, love.

a moment passes, he moves away from your neck. your faces are dangerously close. his eyes bore into yours, heat radiating off his body. the movement is slight, jisung moving in closer, lips parted.

a knock reminds you of where you are, who you're with, where you're supposed to be going. you break apart.

"i forgot felix was coming here," jisung pouts, leaving to get the door, heart beating just as fast a your own.

i hope you don't mind, i hope you don't mind that i put down in words...

the day finally comes where jisung shows you the lyrics to the song he's been writing. there's not a lot so far, being busy with the tour and all, but enough to feel a deep sadness lie in the pit of your stomach; it's a love song.

"it's... it's beautiful ji," you blink back tears, not wanting him to see. "whoever you wrote this for... they're very lucky."

"if anyone's lucky it's me," he says with a sigh. your back is turned to him, so you don't see the hearts in his eyes, don't feel the way his heart skips a beat when you lean back into him, back against his chest. "she makes me feel... like i could do anything."

he presses a kiss to your temple, and the tears well again.

"she doesn't even realize what she does to me," he says, tone serious. "or how amazing she is, how smart she is. she's a super hard worker, almost too hard, and that's coming from me," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "and her laugh? god, her laugh. you know, i thought i was annoying y- um, her, until she laughed so hard chocolate milk came out of her nose because of some stupid joke i made."

no way, you think, he doesn't mean-

...how wonderful life is while you're in the world

but he did.

that night, you didn't confess, just simply looked at him, eyes understanding. nothing happened, not physically at least, both still too scared to make a move even with the unsaid confession hanging heavy in the air, but something changed.

you were closer than ever, limbs entangled during movie nights, countless "friend dates", endless teasing from the others more persistent. the universe was pushing you together; why was it all so scary? although you were sure he felt the same, you couldn't act upon it. what about the media? and if not that, what about your conflicting schedules? a text pulled you away from those thoughts.

hannie bby - new song up soon !!!!!! ur gonna listen right??

y/n - nah. don't feel like it

hannie bby - WHAT

hannie bby - i mean i guess if you don't want to that's fine you don't have to. it meant a lot to me though but i understand

y/n - i was joking !!!!!

hannie bby - don't scare me like that

y/n - i have yt open rn. just waiting for the countdown

hannie bby - :)

hannie bby - i wasn't going to say until after

hannie bby - but this song is inspired by you

even more curious now, you wait anxiously for the video to start. 3.. 2.. 1.. it plays. it's slow at first, an extremely familiar tune playing in your ears. the lyrics are about love and fear; the fear of love. by the end your eyes have grown watery, almost missing jisungs incoming call.

"what did you think?"

the tears fall. "come over."

within twenty minutes, there's a knock on your door. he stares at your wet cheeks when you open the door, his hands on your face in an instant. warmth, connection. jisung kicks the door shut as you back up into your humble apartment, your arms around his neck. no words are said as he turns you around, hands slowly finding their way down to your waist, your back against the now closed door. your faces are close, breath intermingling.

"kiss me."

and he does.

he does and kissing him is an explosion.

his lips are soft, careful, gentle, grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. your fingers find their way into his hair, lost in the feeling of him against you, chest to chest. when he pulls away, it's brief, you pulling him back more fiercely than intended. a surge of confidence, his tongue brushes against your bottom lip. you let him in, teeth knocking into each other. another heated moment passes before you pull away again, catching your breath. your lips are swollen, pink, his matching and eyes blown out.

"i take it you liked the song?"

"loved it."

he breathes out a laugh, hand caressing your cheek lightly, corner of his mouth twitching upward in a smirk. it doesn't last long. jisung clears his throat, looking down. his hands take yours.

"if i said i loved you-"

"say it," you take a hand away to lift his chin up.

his eyes meet yours. "i love you. ever since we met, i've loved you."

"i love you too," you smile. "more than words can describe."

he leans in again.

-> notes ♡ birthday gift for my love @tfshouldidohere bc i can't see u physically. i love u so much. like so much. like an insane amount you have no idea. i really hope you enjoyed this :3 have THE best birthday ever, i love you i love you i love you <333 💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎

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crippled-peeper · 10 months

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planting trees in densely urban areas will lower the urban heat-island effect on the ground and reduce the number of heat-related illnesses and deaths over time.

trees also help pull pollution from the atmosphere and fix it into their wood and bark. did you know trees life spans can be shortened by being closer to roads/polluted air? they serve us and die for us and we don’t even notice.

trees protect us and we should really respect them more as the globe warms. In the USA, if you’re wealthy/lucky you will have many trees in your neighborhood. If you are in a low-income area they are rarer. this directly correlates to heat deaths.

so if you see a tree dying from drought in your neighborhood…. maybe give it a hand if you can. that tree may very much pay your community back years down the line

#trees #arbor #cultivation #USA

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blondeboyfriend · 8 months

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𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Another remastered oldie. No cute banner this time because I'm lazy. [ SYNOPSIS ] Your slutty boyfriend convinces you to fuck in a nasty bar bathroom. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.9k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, established relationship, dom/sub undertones, sadomasochism, exhibitionism, public sex, rough oral sex, degradation (Zeke calls you a slut, says you're dumb), cum eating, drugs (marijuana), alcohol, Zeke's pullout game is mid tbh, and there's Neopets nostalgia.

Any establishment that opted to have red lighting as an aesthetic choice never failed to put you on guard. There was nothing quite like a wannabe speakeasy to set the mood. You had sad men hiding in corners. Sad men waiting for cute girls to talk to them. Sad men who hoped their presence in a trendy, gaudy bar with old guns hung on the walls made them interesting.

You and Zeke passed by it one cold morning and you mentioned how tacky you thought those kinds of places were. You said you wanted to go ironically. And of course called your bluff and decided your next date night would occur there. You reluctantly agreed. Denying him was a near impossible task.

You were the first at the bar, a disappointment because you wanted to have some form of comfort greet you. But no, Zeke was late as always.

He was probably at home, sitting on his ugly couch, smoking his ugly weed. His perfect body laid out next to an ugly ashtray overflowing with ugly cigarette butts, watching old Jerry Springer episodes on Youtube.

There was no other place you’d rather be. You wanted to be sprawled out on top of him, your head on his chest as he dithered about class disparity in the United States.

We can laugh at Beau and Cletus all we want, but look at us. I pay for high-speed internet so I can watch this shit unfettered and make fun of their shoes. You just complained about two-day shipping not being fast enough. And you ordered, what, loose leaf chamomile tea? We’re just as embarrassing as them, maybe even more so. The difference is that we have disposable income.

On second thought maybe you were better off languishing in a faux speakeasy. The ground may have been sticky underneath your shoes, but at least you didn’t have Zeke blabbering in your ear.

“Miss me?” Zeke purred in your ear before.

“Nope, I’ve been too busy.”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Yeah. I got caught up feeding my Neopet… Or if that’s not an acceptable answer, I can say I was sleeping with your dad. You choose.”

“Neopet. I like knowing you care about things.”

“Did you know they never die?”

You order a round of Cuba Libres.

“I don’t like rum,” Zeke whined.

You shoved the drink in his hand and stole a handful of cut limes from the little container behind the bar.

“Really?” he asked bluntly.

“They never put enough. Trust me. Anyway, that little green Mynci you made in 2001 is sitting there. Literally starving! Zeke.” You grabbed his wrist. “That is verbatim what it says on the website. Starving.” You plopped two slices of lime in his drink.

He stared at you, his grey eyes full of concern. He was high off his ass. “She was yellow.”

“What was her name?”

“I can’t remember, but I know it had like six numbers and probably three underscores.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Every fucking day.”

Laughter overtook both of you. You grabbed a table closest to the exit and he slid his backpack under it. You figured he didn’t want to linger long as well. The chairs were freezing. You shifted in your seat. The cold didn’t help your sore ass. Zeke took notice of this.

“I told you I was paddling you too hard.” He took a tiny sip of his drink.

“I still stand by that you weren’t hard enough.”

“You were crying, pet.”

“They were tears of happiness. You know, like when people win a Golden Globe or whatever.”

“No one gets that excited over a Golden Globe.”

You slumped down into your chair. You had no witty retort. This happened more often than not when he was around. In just about every other social situation you were the paragon of humor, a true queen of comedy.

“Aww, did I hit a nerve?” He kicked your shin from under the table. The pain perked you up. You proceeded to stomp on his foot eliciting an audible wince from him.

“How long are you trying to stay here?” you asked, hoping he’d say something like zero seconds or if I stay here any longer I’ll turn into sand.

“Long enough to have sex in what I am assuming is a gross bathroom.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re high, right? You can’t—This place is gross.”

“I had this planned from the beginning.” He leaned back in his chair. “It shouldn’t be too gross. This hellhole hasn’t been open that long.”

“My feet stick to the—”

“That’s character.” He leaned forward over the table, yanking you by the collar of your shirt so you were inches away from his face. “It makes for an interesting experience.”

You let out a nervous laugh, desperately fighting off the beginnings of arousal. The gross old men leered.

“Ugh. Fine. But I wanna be high too,” you complained.

He glanced at the growing pod of old men. “Let’s hit the bathroom.”

He got up, leaving his unfinished drink behind. It prompted you to do the same. They weren’t that impressive. You walked down the hall turning corners until you saw a sign for a bathroom. Zeke kicked in the door and shoved his head inside.

“I’m pretty sure no one is in here. And look, there are even stalls.”

He made his way over to one and tried to lock its door.

“Well that’s broken.”

He repeated this process on the remaining two stalls. None of them had working locks.

You looked around. “This is—”

“An even better opportunity than I could have imagined.”

You were speechless. You knew he was a borderline insatiable tramp, but this was a lot. You were conflicted. On one hand, getting railed by him always sounded like a good time. But on the other, getting potentially caught by one of those decaying dinosaurs sounded like torture. And you hadn’t committed any crimes bearing that level of punishment.

“But those guys are so weird looking,” you whined like a child.

“Who cares?”

“I care. It’d be one thing if they were like your hot friends…”

“You can’t say that and not specify which ones. It’s illegal. You and I both know that.”

“Fuck… Pieck, duh. Or Colt.”

“Oh god. Really?... Colt?” he sounded vaguely disgusted.

“Fuck you! Yeah, really Colt. It’d be a learning experience for him.”

“I wouldn’t let him join in.”

You smirked. “You say that now, but in the moment the tides may change.” You punctuated the sentence with a wink.

“Alright, you might have a point with the Colt thing. But I’m disappointed Reiner didn’t come up.”

“You know you can just say who you would want to catch us? Like my answers aren’t the end-all-be-all.”

You went to join him in the decrepit stall. You hugged his toned body and buried your face into the crook of his neck. His hands went straight to your ass, typical.

“Reiner, because I know it’d fuck with him,” he yammered on. “Or what’s that one guy’s name? The one that hangs out with my brother?”

“So many people hang out with your brother. You really want a 19-year-old catching us?”

“Hush. I’m thinking. Blonde. Blue eyes.” He paused. “Also Colt’s 19, dumb ass.”

“Colt doesn’t count!! Are you thinking of Historia?”

“What?! No.”

Zeke broke the hug and rubbed his temples. “It’s a boy. He is a boy.”

“Well, more like a man.”

“You’re not helping. Blonde. Blue eyes. He’s a,” Zeke paused for emphasis, “man.”

“I think that’s Armi—”

He barreled through your sentence. “Armin! Yes, him. It’d fuck him up too. He’s like an angel; we’d be stripping him of all innocence.”

“Dude, I’m pretty sure a cute, 19-year-old college boy is getting at least some form of action. We all know who the right option is.”

“Alright, fuck it. Fine. Colt. Are you happy?”

“Yes.”

“Pervert,” he mumbled.

“Like you have room to talk.”

You grazed his cock with your hand. He smirked and pulled a joint from his pack of cigarettes. He held it between his lips and sparked it.

“I see you’re not concerned about getting caught.” He took a hit and then passed it to you.

You took a heavy drag off the joint. “I’m already going to get loudly fucked in a bathroom. I might as be high.”

You passed the joint back to him and he took a lengthy hit. He let the smoke drift from his mouth slowly. You plucked the joint from his fingers.

“I recommend taking another. A long one.”

“Why?” you said, smoke drifting from your mouth.

“Because you’re getting on your knees the second you exhale.”

You held the rest of the smoke in for as long as you could to spite him. But Zeke quickly tired of your bullshit and took the joint from you. He grabbed a chunk of your hair from the back of your scalp and pulled.

“Knees,” he muttered.

You scoffed. “Rude.”

However you did as you were told and he loosened his grip. He took a hit from the joint and blew the smoke towards the ceiling. The ground wasn’t sticky, but that did little to quell your disgust. You were always ashamed at the depths of depravity you allowed yourself to descend into for your boyfriend.

You looked up at him and asked, “Are you really gonna be able to keep the door shut?”

“No. Undo my belt.”

You gritted your teeth and started to fiddle with his belt. His rough hand rested on your head, softly caressing it. You knew such tenderness wouldn’t last long.

“I know you can work faster than that.”

You sighed dramatically. You quickly pulled his belt off and unbuttoned his jeans. You pulled them down and noted that his black briefs were sullied with precum. You yanked his underwear down and was greeted by his thick cock, a beautiful sight to behold. Drool pooled in your mouth, a small drop of it trickled from the corner of your mouth. Zeke lifted your chin and wiped it away with his calloused thumb.

“You’re foul. What will I ever do with you?”

You gazed up at him. “I don’t know… Let me milk every drop of cum from your cock?”

He smirked. “You’re so fucking stupid. Are you done talking?”

“I guess. I can’t think of anything else to—”

He grabbed the back of your head and forced his cock into your mouth. You lurched forward, using the bathroom stall door to keep some semblance of balance. His thrusts were methodical. Never too deep as he didn’t want you to gag on him, it was too early for that.

“You’re filthy, you know that? An utter degenerate.”

He continued to plunge his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. You carefully breathed through your nose and tried to not cough on his length.

“You deserve to get caught. Everyone deserves to know what a disgusting slut you are.”

You attempted a nod, but Zeke put his rugged palm on your forehead and shoved you off of his cock.

“Say it.”

“I deserve to get caught.”

His grey stared down at you hazy with lust. “And?” He took one last hit off the joint.

“And everyone deserves to know how gross I am.”

He frowned and blew the smoke directly in your face. “Not quite, but close enough.” He shoved his cock back down your throat.

The bathroom stall proved to be a poor source of balance so you rested your hands on his tense thighs. His muscles contracted with pleasure. You relaxed your throat, finally getting the entirety of his cock in your mouth. You held it there for a few seconds before you felt the beginning of a gag. You pushed his hips away from you. He pulled out and continued to jerk off as you coughed and caught your breath.

“I’m getting really close,” he teased.

You smacked his hand away. You spit in yours and jerked him off while running your tongue along his slit.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath. He held your head in place and rammed his cock in your mouth. You grabbed onto his taut ass for leverage. His thrusts were becoming sloppy. He came hard, filling your throat with cum.

“I’m getting fucked, right?” you asked, wiping your lips.

“No, I thought I’d just stand here in this bathroom with my dick out.”

You rolled your eyes and got undressed. He led you out of the stall and shoved you against the sink. He groped your breasts, rough fingers pinching your nipples.

“Ouch!” you yelped.

Zeke laughed and pinched harder. He slipped three of his dexterous fingers into your slick pussy. They slid in and out with ease. He pushed you harder against the sink, the basin digging into your spine. You winced. He took notice and put his hands under your ass and lifted you up.

“Lock your legs around me,” he commanded.

He slammed his cock balls deep inside you. There was no tenderness in his thrusts. He wanted you to moan his name louder than you’d moan anyone else’s. But you resisted. The last thing you wanted to do was to bring any attention to yourself.

“Come on, pet,” he practically begged. “Say my name.”

You shook your head. You pictured those leering old men sipping their martinis, cocks stiff as they heard you moan. Zeke rubbed your clit with his thumb and started kissing your neck. His soft flaxen beard tickled your skin.

“Say my name or else I’ll go find some cheap whore that will.”

His breath was hot on your neck. He pressed his thumb down hard on your clit.

“Fuck! Zeke!” Your legs tightened around his waist.

He placed his hand under your chin and forced you to make eye contact. His eyes were feral, darkened with desire.

“Weak. You can do better than that.”

You hugged him closer, fingernails digging into his chiseled back.

“Zeke!”

You felt your body growing warmer. Every cell in your body writhed with pleasure. You clung to his body as your orgasm intensified.

“I don’t remember giving you permission,” he whispered in your ear.

You attempted to hold back but it was too late. You moaned his name louder than even he anticipated. He held his hand over your mouth, his cock still inside you, thrusting away.

“I don’t remember saying you should start screaming either.” His tone was anxious. “I never thought I’d say this, but please shut the fuck up.”

You glared at him, but remained silent and allowed him to continue fucking you with his engorged cock.

“Good girl.”

The words barely left his lips before he let out a hearty moan. He pulled out of you.

“Hurry, get on your knees.”

You dropped down to them and opened your mouth. For the first time in years he missed, getting his cum all over your chin and down your neck. You were not impressed.

“You look so cute.”

He pinched your cheek and ordered you to stand up. He held your face in his hands. Just as he went to lick your neck the bathroom door swung open. It was one of the old men. Zeke didn’t stop licking you.

“Oh my word! I am so sorry. You, uh… You two… have fun.”

The guy ran out as quickly as he came in.

“I wonder if I could pay that guy to walk in on us whenever I want.”

You went to search for your underwear and found them inside a toilet. You flushed them away.

“No. We talked about this already.”

“Colt would be traumatized if he walked in on this.”

Zeke finally put his dick away. You both stood at the sink washing your hands.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?! Whatever, let’s leave before we get kicked out for being absolutely disgusting. Not that I ever plan on coming back here.”

You walked out of the bathroom and faced the geezers. You kept your head down. Zeke on the other hand seemed to relish in the shame and even tried to high five the man who caught you.

Zeke grabbed his backpack from under the table you two had been previously sitting at. You headed to the spiral staircase that led to the exit. It was one of those rickety metal ones that would be considered decorative in a world that made sense. Zeke offered you his elbow and you held on while you cautiously made your way down the stairs. You pushed through the heavy doors and were greeted by a rush of cold air.

You shivered. “Fuck! I was inside before the sun went down.”

You were woefully unprepared for the weather.

“Good thing I’m a genius then, huh?” He pulled out a sweatshirt from his backpack. “Arms up.”

You raised your arms and he tugged the sweatshirt down onto your body.

“Thank you. I didn’t think it would be so chilly.”

Zeke pointed up at the perfectly clear night sky. “Yeah, we’re in for a cold one. Look.”

You both let out a collective whoa. It was a gorgeous sight; it almost made up for the ugliness that had previously occurred moments ago.

Zeke lightly slapped your ass. “Let’s get moving. We need to shower.”

“Come on, you don’t wanna stare at something dumb ass beautiful?”

If you had craned your neck back any further to see the stars you would have toppled over.“I already have a beautiful dumb ass I can stare at whenever I want. Now come on. I was balls deep in a paternity dispute before I got here. You’re going to love it, the baby daddy threw his gold tooth at his ex-wife. Jerry is pissed.”

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