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flowerbxuquet · 4 months

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Shauna nsfw drabble bcuz i haven’t uploaded in a long time :3

WARNINGS: Nsfw (duh), brief mentions of violence, not really consensual at first??? feral shauna

A/N: ended up way longer than i expected.

Shauna’s so angry lately..no one can really blame her with the death of her baby and the death of Jackie. Shauna’s lost a lot in a couple months and it’s really been draining her.

You’re the only one who doesn’t look at her like she’s some feral animal though..you comfort her, you hug her and tell her that you don’t necessarily understand what she’s going through but you’re there.

Shauna adores you, you’re the one thing in the wilderness that makes her feel so warm other than the cold and feral version of her that craves to feast on flesh.

She’s so mad, she’s filled with anger and hatred — especially towards Lottie. The way the girl acts so calm and spiritual, ‘brainwashing’ the others into what Shauna believes is delusions.

Shauna throws the first punch at Lottie, she can feel the soreness and pain in her knuckles at how harsh the hit is. She’s ready to keep going until she feels a hand tug at her jacket.

Shauna whips around, looking ready to kill until her eyes fall on you. Sometimes when she looks at you all she can see is Jackie and that sight..calms her slightly.

“Shauna, don’t.” You beg, the last thing everyone needs is another dead body and Shauna looks like she was about to murder Lottie. Lottie looks like she’s ready to protest but before she can you’re dragging Shauna off her.

Because you’re the only one who can tame the feral beast in Shauna’s body.

…

You bring Shauna up to the attic - attending to the wounds on her bloodied knuckles with the limited supplies you all have.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” Shauna huffs, a bit irritated as the anger in her body just seems to build the more she can’t find a stress relief.

You sigh, looking up at Shauna with an almost disappointed gaze.

“I know, honestly I think I was protecting Lottie more than you. You looked ready to kill her.” You sigh and set the cloth you had back into the water bucket you used to disinfect Shauna’s hands.

Shauna rolls her eyes at your comment and looks down at her knuckles that you had patched up for her — the action makes her heart flutter a bit.

“I wouldn’t have actually killed her.” Shauna protests, “Just..I don’t know what I was thinking..”

You give her a sympathetic smile and walk over to sit beside her, draping an arm around her waist as you give her a hug. Shauna slightly stiffens before melting into the contact, her breathing getting heavier as she takes in your embrace.

You’re so warm, she can hear your heartbeat against hers, she feels absolutely feral and all she wants to do right now is devour you whole.

Shauna feels like she’s blacking out, nearly dissociated from her body and she doesn’t even realize that she’s smashing her lips against yours hungrily.

Your eyes widen and you stiffen up, gasping in surprise but Shauna takes that initiative to push her tongue into your mouth as she squeezes your waist to pull you into her lap.

You’re on top of Shauna now — eventually you melt into the kiss and are kissing her back just as hungrily. It’s been months since the both of you have had some real connection with another human being and you two are practically starving.

Shauna pulls back for a second, desire in her eyes as her lips are bruised from the rough kissing. “I need you so fucking bad right now,” Shauna growls, attaching her lips to your neck.

She grabs your hips and flips the two of you over, pressing you against the harsh wood flooring but you’re too lost in the sensation of Shauna’s lips on your neck to care.

“Shauna.” You mewl softly, laying your head back to give her more room to kiss and bite.

Shauna’s hungry and she eagerly tugs your shorts down, giving you no time to process as she slips her hand into your panties.

Your hips jolt in surprise as Shauna starts to rub harsh circles on your clit, she’s never really pleasured another woman before but she’s touched herself plenty of times to be familiar enough.

Your breathing gets heavier as Shauna’s fingers rub your bundle of nerves while her lips continue to suck and kiss on your neck.

“You’re so fucking sweet the way you always try to protect me.” Shauna pants as she starts to rock against your thigh, “All mine..no one else can touch you because you belong to me.”

Shauna growls, sloppily pushing two fingers into your cunt which causes you to cry out at the sudden stretch. You move up to cover your mouth since the girls are just downstairs but Shauna grasps at your wrists and slams them above your head onto the wood floor.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Shauna moans, her hips snapping against your thigh, “Let them hear you, let them all hear how good i’m making you feel.”

Shauna’s nails are slightly digging into your wrists from the pleasure coursing through her body and she continues to roughly pump her fingers into your weeping pussy.

Your moans fill the room, unable to even hold them back as Shauna fingers you with an absolutely feral pace. That knot in your stomach is starting to get tighter and you writhe against Shauna while she pins you down.

“A-Aah! S—Shauna, please..i’m gonna cum..” You pant inbetween gasps, her fingers curl and rub against your walls without mercy.

Shauna grits her teeth together as her rocking against your thigh gets harsher, the way you announce your pleasure to her makes her clit throb and she can feel her orgasm approaching as well.

“Do it. Fucking cum all over my fingers.” Shauna spits at you with an aggressive tone, taking out all her anger with the harsh pounding of her fingers inside your wet pussy.

Your mouth falls agape and nearly your body rises up off the ground, shouting Shauna’s name with pleasure as you gush all over her fingers.

Shauna’s eyes squeeze shut while her mouth falls open, letting out harsh pants of breathe as she rides your thigh with reckless abandon.

Shauna doesn’t care that the girls downstairs can hear you crying out her name, it honestly just makes her body even hotter and her panties get even wetter. She wants everyone to know that she’s making you feel absolute bliss because you belong to her.

“Tell me you love me.” Shauna gasps out, her thighs squeezing against your leg as she rides you desperately, “Please.”

She needs to hear it, needs to hear that atleast someone does, that she’s not completely alone out here without Jackie.

“I love you, Shauna..” Your breathless voice comes out as your hands fall on her waist to stabilize her.

The coil inside Shauna’s stomach snaps and she lets out a loud cry as her orgasm wracks through her body, her thighs slightly twitching.

Shauna collapses against you, cuddling you close as she pants heavily to attempt to catch her breath that was stolen from the intense pleasure through her body.

You wrap your arms around her and kiss the side of her head, happy that Shauna got the stress relief she needs as she falls asleep with a small smile on her face for the first time in weeks.

#feral shauna is my favorite shauna sorry not sorry #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman smut #yellowjackets smut

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world-of-socks · 1 year

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-Soooo I couldn’t get this scene out of my head so here’s this. I suppose you should tread carefully as there could be some sensitive topics involved. (Implied suicide attempt… sort of???) This is all related to my headcanon post from a little bit ago

-After an intense argument with Pink, Blue and Yellow discuss an old wound.

“She’s not getting a planet of her own, Blue! I won’t allow it!” She stormed (quite literally) down the hallway, heels clicking.

Blue followed close behind, fists clenched. She struggled slightly to catch up with her.

“She can barely handle her own pearl let alone a whole planet!” The yellow gem was fuming, the air around her crackled slightly, buzzing with energy.

“Be that as it may, you can’t keep throwing tantrums like this!” Blue’s voice teetered upon unhinged, she was near as angry as Yellow.

The clicking stopped.

“I’m serious, Yellow. Lately your powers have been out of control! Stars name, what is going on?! You need to get yourself under control or someone is going to get seriously hurt!” Blue stopped in return, the gem did not turn to face her.

Yellow’s shoulders were taught, fists clenched, and brows furrowed. She could hear her own ferocious breathing and was suddenly embarrassed.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that.” She growled, “My abilities are under complete control.”

“Denying it isn’t going to get us anywhere. So either you can grow up and get it together OR you can continue to act like Pink- the exact gem you are oh so critical of!” Blue huffed.

Neither moved. The air still crackled, but that was near the only sound.

“Look.” Blue sighed, “I know what this is really about. This is about Thunderstroke… isn’t it?.”

Yellow sucked in a quick breath, and flinched at the name.

“White told us never to mention-!” Yellowed started.

“White isn’t here right now.” Blue interrupted, “You still haven’t said anything about it. You- you wouldn’t speak to me for almost a hundred years afterwards! Look, we’re hundreds of years older, more mature; can we not talk about it now?”

More painful silence.

“That planet was your life-our life. Are we just going to pretend it never happened? All those things we said- gone?!”

Blue fidgeted with some of the embroidery on her dress, yet there was still no answer. She sighed and drew herself up.

“I will open my chambers tonight. Nobody will be allowed in but you. If morning comes tomorrow and you did not enter through my door, then I will know your answer.” Blue said flatly.

With that, she turned heel, and left. She did not hear if Yellow had done the same.

That evening, Blue diamond spent her time organizing her chambers. She put away the many holograms she had floating about for work, opened the curtains that flew in front of the window to the garden, and pushed aside the throne White had given her to work in. As she waited for Yellow’s response, she flipped through an old holographic photo binder. They were old memories that her gem had captured that she had uploaded: various images of a younger freckled yellow diamond beaming, strange flora and fauna, and a variety of blueprints she had developed in her younger years. Yellow used to smile more.

As time ticked by, Blue grew more and more anxious. Flicking through painful memories wasn’t exactly helping, either. Eventually though, these feelings were stalled as the door to her chambers hissed open.

Yellow diamond stood in the door. She quietly removed her helmet, revealing her curly locks of golden and sandy brown hair. She held the helmet at her side and strode forward, a sort of unconfidence took solace in her strides.

Blue looked up as she reached the chair across from her at the small table, and motioned silently with her eyes so as to give her an invite to sit down. The yellow gem understood and sat, laying her helmet upon the table.

“I’ve-… thought a lot about what you said earlier.” She murmured.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” She breathed.

“And?” Blue prompted, eyes unwavering from Yellow’s face.

“And I’m not sure if I’m fully ready to talk about-…what happened, but I know if I keep waiting for myself to feel ready… I will never speak on it.”

As the silence settled comfortably around the room, Yellow carefully removed her gloves, and laid them neatly on the table.

“Yellow-!” Blue started at the sight of Yellow’s bare hands.

Her hands and about up to her elbows looked terribly damaged. The tips of Yellow’s fingers were blackened and her arms were a charred brownish color. Stemming from her fingertips were deep, yellow chasms that imitated lightning; scars.

“They’ve only gotten worse since-… Thunderstroke.” Yellow said shakily, “Nothing I do can stop it. If I don’t wear the gloves, my powers seem to be under less control and White and my subjects will know of my imperfections. If I wear them… I’m beginning to think it makes the scarring worse.”

“Pink can heal, you should-!”

“No…” Yellow let her forehead sink into one hand, “I’ve tried already.”

“…how?”

“I asked for some of her power secretly. I told her it was for a mission. I tried, but it didn’t work.”

“What do you think will happen if it continues on like this? Yellow, it could damage the whole of your form.” Blue let her concern drip onto her tongue.

“Hmph. Well if that’s your concern, check my back.” She chuckled, no joy was behind the laughter.

Blue raised an eyebrow, stood up, and approached the back of Yellow’s chair.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Unzip the back of my shirt.” Yellow muttered.

Blue did as she was told, but drew back as the zipper reached a little before halfway down Yellow’s spine. There, near the center of her back, was a giant, white, star shaped burn.

“Just a little reminder from White about what happened.” Yellow replied bitterly.

“My stars.” Blue breathed.

There was silence as Blue stood still, staring at the scar unblinking. A tear fell down her cheek as she remembered what happened that day.

“Why’d you do it?” Blue asked, dropping the act, letting her younger self from that day pull the reins.

“Jump?” Yellow asked, “You know why. Deep down I know you know just as well as I do.”

“Just let me hear you say it. Just this once.” She breathed.

“Fine.” Her voice broke a little, “I did it because I knew deep down that I was never going to be able to be anything more than what I was made for. I did it because I was afraid. I did it because I thought-… because I thought maybe I had a chance of escaping even-… even if that meant shattering.”

Blue heard Yellow struggling to keep herself from crying. She heard a tear sizzle upon contact with one of her arms, Yellow hissed at the pain.

“I realized that day, the second White destabilized me, that it was over. I knew at that moment that there would never be a life where I could look at any world and see something other than another chore. There would never be a life where I could love-…” She stopped as a sob strangled her throat.

Blue put a hand to her mouth, a few little noises came out as she too struggled with her own tears. She eventually just bent over and placed a soft kiss on the white scar on Yellow’s back. After, she let one hand stay on her back, a small comfort, but all she could offer.

“I just don’t…” Yellow started, attempting to compose herself, “Don’t want what happened on Thunderstroke to happen to Pink. She is just like us- like me-… and it will break her.”

“I know…” Blue sniffed, “But you can’t protect her forever. Keeping her from her Thunderstroke will break her all the same.”

“There really is no escape.”

Melancholic monotony had become Yellow’s day to day for hundreds of years and in this moment it was utterly apparent. She had submitted to her purpose and let herself get lost in numbers and war. If she had nothing else she would live for the next assignment and the feeling of checking one more thing off her list.

The feeling of Blue’s warm lips on her back made her hurt for living for someone instead.

Holograms, numbers, and swords were only so warm.

“I’ll fight to get her a planet.” Yellow sighed, “Perhaps she’ll be stronger or cleverer than I was.”

“It might end the same.” Blue said in a hushed voice.

“For gems… it all ends the same. I suppose what is really real about our lives is what we manage to do when we get a taste of freedom.”

Yellow finally turned and looked at Blue.

“You know… I- I cherished every moment I spent with you on that planet.” Yellow murmured.

“It didn’t have to end there…” She whispered in return, gently cupping Yellow’s face with one hand.

“Mm.”

Yellow stood up and took Blue’s face in her scarred hands, “May I?”

Blue leaned into the touch and hummed, “Of course.”

She leaned in and they shared a kiss.

“Promise me you’ll talk to me more like this.” Blue breathed as their lips parted.

“I will try.” She whispered, “You know I struggle with such things.”

Monotony is an ugly thing. Pressure to be perfect is an ugly thing. Both over a long period of time are damning. The diamonds, like all gems, were damned. Over time conversations fade and lose meaning and power. Over time more stressors come along and promises are broken. But there was always a light at the end of it all, and it was not White’s horrific powers, it was beautiful and powerful: hope.

#steven universe #su #yellow diamond #blue diamond #bellow diamond #steven universe au #su au #yd #bd #bellow #white diamond #random ramblings #tw sui attempt #implied #sort of #tread carefully #angst #I just felt like writing

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everlarkism · 2 years

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how about a prompt where katniss does not begin to care for herself again after peeta returns to 12 at the end of mockingjay and after a few days he is desperate to help her so he takes her upstairs and gives her a bath? make as intimate or not as u plez

I am so happy a lot of you are sending them in. Other prompts will be posted when I have the time to write and upload them. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about anyone’s! I’ve decided to try first person with this. I don’t do that often. Excuse any typos or if this is all over the place, I started typing this up at like 5AM since I was so excited to write something wholesome. It’s kind of rushed too, so it’s not my best work. Enjoy!

I know he doesn’t like seeing me like this. He never liked seeing me upset, period. But I’m not upset, I’m depressed and he obviously knows it.

Returning to Twelve was a blessing and a curse. It’s a relief that I came back to the place I call home, but it’ll never be the same. The Victors Village was still intact, but everything else had to be built again. My childhood home is demolished. Primrose is dead. Mom moved to another district, so did Gale. Haymitch was here and so was Greasy Sae who would frequently check up on me before Peeta’s arrival. That woman would even drag her young granddaughter along… I’m aware Sae wanted to help, but I don’t like feeling as if I’m a burden to anyone.

I’m a fighter, I’ve been doing this for years. Why should I let anyone help me now? I can do this all by—

“Katniss.”

I’m quiet as I sit on the couch, running my fingertips against the cushion to ease my nervousness. I’ve been avoiding eye contact with Peeta from the moment he walked inside. It’s been around two weeks since he came back from the Capitol, and I’m surprised he’s not like me.

Distant. Suicidal. Neglecting basic needs. Hasn't stepped foot outside in days.

Maybe it’s the therapy, Haymitch told me about it a day or two after he arrived. But that doesn’t mean he’s magically cured, or whatever. Peeta’s bound to have his episodes, regardless of how much treatments he’s had. At least they’ll be manageable. I know I should be doing therapy but I’ve been avoiding Dr. Aurelius at all costs.

“Katniss…” Peeta calls out again.

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I lift my head. He didn't need my reply to continue talking, all he wanted me to do was look at him.

“You can’t stay in the house forever.” He said, taking a step closer and gesturing to the couch,”You don’t move from that spot either. Come on, you have to do something.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head,”No, I don't. I’m fine with what I’m doing.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s healthy… We can start small, okay?”

“We?” I repeat.

“Yes, we’re doing this together.” He nods,”Because-”

I cut him off, deciding to finish the sentence,“That’s what you and I do. Protect each other.”

A smile can’t help but to form on my face. He remembered.

“And that’s what we’ll continue doing.” He replied, making his way over to the couch and sitting beside me. His hand reaches over and rests on top of mine. “I care about you, Katniss and I want to be here for you in any way that I can… If you let me.”

Silence lingers between us for a few moments, until I finally make up my mind. I can’t push him away, we both know that - he would continue to try and help me anyways. “Okay, I’ll allow it.”

He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’ll run you a bath, go eat something if you haven’t already.” Without another word, Peeta stood and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

There was already an urge to say something, to forget the whole idea and tell him I could run my own bath if I needed to… But we both know I wouldn’t. If he didn’t show up, I’d still be on this sofa, reeking of body odor and starving.

I sigh, pushing myself up from the couch and making my way into the kitchen. Buttercup was there, munching at the food in the metal bowl. Once the cat noticed my presence, he meowed.

“Yeah, I know. I have to eat too.” I roll my eyes. Cats can’t talk, obviously - but I swear Buttercup knows what goes on and scolds me.

I walk to the cabinets and decide on making a sandwich. It’s better than nothing. I slather peanut butter and jelly onto the two slices of bread then sit down to eat.

I took my time with eating, since it takes the tub a while to fill up. After I’m done, I head upstairs and as I’m making my way down the hall - the water is being shut off.

I lean in the doorway with my arms crossed over my chest, watching Peeta stand from the crouching position. He’s a bit awkward at times, but it isn't his fault. The prosthetic leg tends to make things more difficult. Over the years, he’s been better with it. When he turned around, he gasped and took a step backwards. I couldn’t help but to chuckle, I didn't mean to scare him.

“Sorry.” I mumble.

“It’s okay. I was going to come get you, but you’re here now.” He lets out a small laugh.

“Thank you, by the way.” I reply as I move past him. I looked over to the bathtub, and not only was it filled with water but there were bubbles too. “Seriously, bubbles?”

Peeta shrugs,”What? It might cheer you up a little.”

He was right. Peeta always knew what to do or say so I could feel better.

I remain silent and stare at the bathtub. I was drained as it is, even making a sandwich was hard enough. I bit the inside of my cheek before refocusing my gaze onto the blond boy. “Could you help me? Unless, that’s weird– I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or anything.”

I blurted out the last sentence, since I was on edge. I didn’t want to make this weird for either of us.

“I promise, it’s not.” He shakes his head,”I don’t mind.”

He continued to reassure me as he helped me undress. Once the last piece of clothing comes off, I quickly get into the tub as Peeta looks away. I caught a glimpse of his face and it’s obvious that he’s blushing. To be fair, we were both nervous… I’ve only seen his body once, in the first Games by the river. That was it. Him, on the other hand, hasn’t seen my body at all.

I just wish he didn’t have to see my body like this - the scars, the skin grafts, the damage done after all of these years. I look more like a mutt than a human being. Hell, I look worse than him. However, that’s another thing we have in common now: Earning scars that will tell a story of how we got here.

The water was warm, it even smelled of lavender. He must’ve found the oils in the cabinet. I never bothered with messing with those. Luckily they’re being put to use now. Slowly, I leaned back and sunk down into the water until it was to my collarbone. My eyes flutter shut as I dwell in the moment. “This is nice.” I whisper.

When I sit up, that’s when Peeta rolls up his sleeves and kneels near the tub to reach for the shampoo bottle. He put a small amount into his hand and began to run his fingers through my long locks. My hair isn’t in the best condition, thankfully not matted as it used to be but it still has some bad knots. He’s gentle, taking his time with applying the shampoo and rinsing it out. I swear Peeta even hums a tune while doing so. A giggle escaped from me and he paused.

“What?” He furrowed his brows.

I shake my head with a grin,”Nothing.”

Next was the conditioner and as it sat in my hair, we moved onto bathing. He already has the cloth, so I hand him the bar of soap.

“I feel like a child… Maybe, I should’ve done this myself.” I admit with a laugh as he starts to clean my face and behind my ears.

“There's nothing wrong with asking for help.” He chuckled,”I don’t mind, Katniss.”

“But Peeta, I just feel like-”

He replies before I could even finish my sentence. “No, you’re not a burden. This isn’t a chore to me, either. I want to be here for you.” Using his free hand, he manages to pick up a small amount of bubbles and place it on my nose,”Even if it means giving you a bath.”

“Hey!” I exclaim, wiping them off with a smile.

“That’s what you get.” He teased me.

“Don’t make me splash you.”

“You wouldn’t.” He rolls his eyes playfully.

“Oh, but I would!” I pretend to get ready to splash Peeta and he leans back instantly. I can’t help but burst out in laughter. “You should’ve seen your face.”

He laughs along with me,”I seriously thought you were going to do it.”

After the little trick I pulled, he continued to bathe me with the washcloth. Every once and a while, I’d threaten to splash him again or pull him into the tub with me. Peeta got his so-called payback by splashing me instead… As if I'm already not covered in water.

When our antics come to an end, Peeta rinses my hair and I step out of the tub, soon wrapped in a towel he brought me.

“You reek of lavender.”

“Better than body odor.” I giggle.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Peeta chuckles. “Now, let’s go get you dressed, shall we? Maybe I could try braiding your hair?”

“You, braiding my hair? In your dreams.”

“Fine, but one day - you’ll have to teach me… Deal?”

“Deal.”

#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #katniss and peeta #everlark fanfiction #everlark fic #thg drabble #oneshot #ficlet #post mockingjay

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cambria-writes · 2 years

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I haven’t been writing for over two years and I’ve been spending the most of the past 72 hours working on this and like two other fics so like. Please be nice. Also I only proofread this like, maybe twice, so if there are still any mistakes or typos, please let me know! I’m almost done with the next chapter, so if we’re all lucky I’ll be able to post it next week. I figure that a weekly upload schedule should probably be feasible for me. Guess we’ll see! pairing: eddie munsonx reader rating: PG13 for now, each chapter rated individually warnings: there will be hella spoilers for S4, lots of swearing, guns, minor injury and blood, drugs (just weed my dudes), alcohol, reader deserves her own warning actually, use of canadian english is also its own warning word count: 3,323

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊: ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

March 20th, 1986

It’s annoying, having to wait like this.

Your leg is bouncing under the table and you can’t help but absently pick at the table’s flaking paint. You’d est up to meet after you were off work, which more or less coincided with when he got out of class. Which was apparently a bit earlier than you’d anticipated; you’ve been killing time at this stupid picnic table in the woods for almost half an hour now.

You’re about to cut your losses and prepare an apology call when something catches your eye, further off in the woods. It’s not like it’s eerily quiet; if you pay attention, you can hear squirrel scrambling up trees and birds flying around. But there’s something about that vague almost-shape you saw in the woods... You feel the hairs at the back of your neck rise. That’s probably a bad sign, right? You should probably leave. I should definitely leave.

“Sorry for keeping you wai–”

You shriek and clean fall off the bench with how fast you turn around.

“Fucking shit Ed! God damn warn a girl, holy shit!” You scream, catching your breath and brushing leaves off of you when you stand. “You scared the living hell out of me!”

Eddie raises his hands up in surrender and takes a few steps back. “Woah there, my bad. Didn’t mean to scare you. You alright?”

The genuine concern makes you groan and you drop yourself back onto the bench you’d fallen from. When asked, you were going to lie and say your shifts are work were just getting a bit aggravating, but it was a bit harder to justify being that jumpy.

“Dude, I don’t know. I’ve just been having these nightmares for a while and it’s been freaking me out,” you explain, putting your arms up on the table and resting your head on them. “I’ve been getting shit for sleep and it’s like I’m seeing things.”

“I’m pretty sure drugs are gonna make that worse, not better,” Eddie says slowly, leaning forward on the table after placing his box down. “You wanna, like... talk about it?”

You scoff and turn your head away. There was no way you were going to try and even begin to describe the fucked up shit that’s been playing in Technicolor in your brain the past few weeks. Nevermind the stuff you’re pretty sure was a dream but aren’t entirely convinced about.

Like that time you spotted Harrington and fucking Robin Buckley, of all people, in a movie theater together. Looking and acting absolutely blitzed out. That has to have been some kind of hallucination, because as soon as the movie was over you couldn’t see them anywhere.

Or that time a few years ago when Will Byers went missing and those kids–his friends, probably?–took to the streets like a band of thieves, looking for all the world like they were heading straight for the lab. No one else ever mentioned them or even gave any indication they’d seen a group of prepubescent boys taking up a whole street with their bikes and an ungodly time of night. So you just kind of assume you’d... dreamt it up, or something.

You’ve had weirder dreams.

“I appreciate the offer to be my impromptu therapist, Munson, but I think it’d just make me feel worse,” you eventually answer, sitting back up and running your hands down your face. “I just need whatever you’ve got that can knock me out. Shit you gave me last time barely got me to sleep like, an hour.”

Eddie audibly winces and crosses his arm.

“I hate to say it, but you might be better off with beer.”

You groan theatrically and let your head slam back down on the table. Slam it a few more times for good measure. Eddie hastily shoves his hand under your forehead.

“Hey there, woah, woah! Knock that out!”

“You’re shitting me right? I can’t do this anymore, Ed, I feel like I’ve actively gone insane,” you whine, bringing your hands up to the back of your neck. “You’re my best bet, no way I can see a doctor for this. I’ll get locked up or worse.”

There’s silence for a bit, before you hear the closure for Eddie’s box pop open. You sigh in relief and raise your head, pulling the hair out of your face. He’s not taking anything out, though; he’s putting something back in before closing the box again.

“Wait no, come on–” you start, but Eddie interrupts you with a hand help up.

“Ah, give me a second, I’m getting there,” he says, shoving his other hand in the inner pocket of his leather jacket. The small bag of weed he pulls out looks thoroughly and profoundly unremarkable.

“Dude I literally just said–”

“Have you always been this impatient, woman? Relax, this is from my,” Eddie pauses to clear his throat and leans forward with a grin. “Personal stash. Should be strong enough for you.”

“Are you saying you’ve been selling me baby’s first drugs until now?” You ask, crossing your arms. Eddie places a hand to his chest in mock offense and scoffs.

“I’m shocked and offended you would ever think so lowly of me. I thought we were cool!” You can’t help but at least chuckle at that and put your hands up in defeat.

“No, you’re totally right, my bad. I know you would only provide me with the finest wares. I had a moment of weakness, beg your forgiveness.”

Content with your playing along and the accompanying apology, Eddie pulls out a grinder from the box, rolling papers from a back pocket and gets to rolling. When he doesn’t immediately make a move to start a conversation, you decide to drown out the buzzing in your head yourself.

“How’s the Hellfire campaign going? Aren’t you having the party come up against a lich?” Eddie smirks and nods.

“Yeah, Vecna. They still have no idea though, they all still think he’s just a myth. I can’t wait to see their stupid faces when I tell ‘em he’s still alive when I tell them.”

“They’ll riot, I hope you know,” you laugh lightly, putting your chin in your hand on the table. You’d only sat in on one or two sessions, back when Eddie had been the youngest member of Hellfire. But if the theatrics and hysterics of those sessions were anything to go by, these guys got very emotionally attached to their games and characters.

“They can riot all they want, they’re gonna have to let the dice to the talking for them,” Eddie says, carefully rolling the ground bud into its paper. You open your mouth to say something, but stop yourself when you hear it.

The distant but unmistakable sound of a grandfather clock chiming.

“Ed,” you first say, apparently too quietly for him to hear. “Eddie. Hey, Munson,” you say, faster, tapping your hand on the table to catch his attention. Your eyes, meanwhile, are scanning the pathway you’d both come down for any movement. “Tell me you heard that.”

Eddie freezes and slowly brings his hands down to the table. When he doesn’t move or say anything, you turn back to him. His expression is... upsetting

“Dude no, don’t look at me like that,” you plead, leg bouncing under the table again.

“Depends what you heard,” he replies slowly, bringing the joint back up to his lips so he can seal it.

“I-I don’t know, like the chime of a grandfather clock? That thing they do every hour?”

Eddie shakes his head as he twists the end of the joint before putting it down on the table between you.

“I’m gonna be real with you, I don’t think this is gonna help you. You’re kind of starting to freak me out a bit, and that’s saying something.” Even the attempt at humour can’t really take the edge in his voice you refuse to acknowledge is a hint of fear.

“I’ll take my chances,” you mutter, reaching for the rolled joint with one hand and pulling a zippo lighter from your jacket pocket with the other. Thanks to Eddie’s rolling, it doesn’t take long to light up, and you can take your first actual drag almost right away. Your head already feels clearer by the time you take your second hit.

“Jesus slow down, you’re gonna suffocate,” Eddie cautions, reaching a hand out but not quite reaching you.

“If it knocks me out it knocks me out my guy,” you reply smoothly, blowing the smoke in his direction. You take a third, smaller hit before passing the joint over.

You can’t tell if it’s the weed that made it stop or if it stopped all on its own, but you’re relieved to find you can’t hear the stupid clock chiming anymore.

“...look,” you start, absently picking at the threads of a hole in your pants. “It’s not because I don’t trust you–”

“Hey, no, I get it,” Eddie says, cutting you off, passing you the joint back after a second hit. “No one wants to confide in the town freak, totally–”

It’s your turn to cut him off when you stand and reach over the table to slap him over the head.

“I told you to stop saying that shit, Munson!” You drop back down heavily onto the bench and take what’s maybe a bit too big of a hit from the joint before passing it back over. “I know I’m like, always the first person to say that if you think everyone else is the problem then you’re probably the problem but,” you take a second to cough lightly and clear your throat before continuing. “In this instance I think it’s perfectly justified to say that literally everyone’s an asshole to you for no damn reason.”

“It’s not for no reason,” Eddie replies lightly, and a bit too easily. “I run a cult, my dad’s in jail, I live in the bad part of town–”

“Yeah and none of that is your fault!” You frustratedly stomp at the ground under the table. “Come on! You don’t even actually run a cult. God forbid kids have fun doing shit, right? Jesus christ, don’t take that shit on for yourself!”

The joint burns between Eddie’s fingers and he just... sits there, staring at you like you’ve just confessed to murder.

“What. Why are you looking at me like that? You know I’m right!”

“Well, sure, I know that,” he replies, leaning back a little bit and taking another hit from the joint. “I’m just wondering what’s gotten into you that you’re this...” He gestures at you with both hands. “Whatever this is you are right now.”

“Whatever this is?“ you scoff, crossing your arms. ”Upset? Pissed off?“

“I was going for ‘slightly more unhinged than usual’ but that–yeah that works too.”

You twist your tongue against your teeth. You could probably talk... a little bit, right? You can probably spin it as just a weird run of the mill nightmare thing. Which just happens to involve people you happen to have seen around town when no one else did.

“It’s just...” you start, and when Eddie passes you the rest of the joint back, he leans his elbows on the table and rests his chin in his hands. “I’ve been having nightmares about people dying, man,” you whisper, taking the last hit from the joint before stubbing it out underneath the table.

“Like, people you know people? Or just random dream people?”

“People I know people,” you confirm, resting your head against the table gently, this time. “There’s–man, I really don’t know if I should be telling you this,” you groan, bringing your hands up over your head. “There’s like, your whole Hellfire club there dude. I saw Steve Harrington get like, half eaten alive once, that was fucking miserable.” You take a second to breathe. Thankfully, all Eddie does is fold his hands on the table and let his head rest on them.

“Are Harrington and that Henderson kid close at all?” The question is out of your mouth before you can think much about it. Eddie sits up straight and leave his palms face down on the table. When you look up, he’s got a brow raised at you.

“I guess? When I first picked him up, Henderson couldn’t shut up about him,” Eddie say, exhaling sharply like he’d found something funny. “Still doesn’t shut up about him actua... hey, are you good?”

No, you’re in fact very not good. There’s no way, right? There’s no way that what you saw was real, right? There’s no way there’s a weird blip in the spacetime continuum that let you see Dustin Henderson freaking out over a very bloodied and injured Steve Harrington?

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” You say weakly, turning around and away from the table to put your head between your legs.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie mutters in a panic, and you can hear him trip over himself trying to get around the table do you. “You need a ride home? I can drop you off at the corner or something, you really don’t look too good.”

You wave him off to shut him up for a second, a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to control your breathing. Thinking about this kind of shit on an empty stomach and with a severe sleep deficiency wasn’t the greatest idea.

“I’ll be fine,” you eventually say, though a bit too quietly and not very convincingly. You try again. “I’m good. I just need to sleep.”

“Come on,” Eddie says, waving at you to get up. “I’ll take you home.”

You agree, with burning eyes and lungs that feel too small. You let Eddie help you into his van and close the door behind you. He does you the courtesy of keeping the volume low on whatever radio station he’d had one, and even if it’s not exactly warm out, lets you keep the passenger window down.

“You can drop me in front of my place,” you say, once you’re a few streets away. “My brother plays dungeons and dragons too, so they’re pretty acutely aware it’s not a satanic, baby-sacrificing cult.”

“You sure?” He asks, glancing over at you and gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter. Your attempt at humour clearly didn’t work. “I don’t want to–”

“Just shut up and take me home, damn.”

Eddie still stops three houses away. You notice that he doesn’t leave until you’ve unlocked the door and turned around to wave him off. You think you see him nod before he pulls a u-turn and drives off.

Blessedly, no one’s home yet; your parents are still both up in Canada for some business trip your father needed to do, and your brother likely skipped town to go see his girlfriend for the weekend. Which gives you free access to your dad’s beer stash, entirely obviously hidden in the mini fridge in the basement, behind the old couch your mom’s been promising to reupholster soon.

You still close and lock your bedroom door just in case, after making sure the back and front doors were both locked, chained and deadbolted.

You’re half asleep in bed, trying very hard not to think about the nightmares that have been showing up with undesirably increasing frequency, when you feel it happening. A weird kind of pull that makes you feel weightless for a second, makes your stomach feel like it just up in your throat.

When you open your eyes, everything is dark and thick vines are covering your bedroom window from the outside.

“Shit, no, no no no,” you mutter in a panic, jumping out of bed and running to the window. What you can see through the vines is exactly what you’ve come to expect from this place. Ash falling from the sky, ominous red lightning in the distance. And a damp, cloying cold that makes you feel like you’ll never feel warmth again.

Swearing under your breath, you run down the stairs, through the kitchen, down into the basement and in the far back of your dad’s workshop. Having turned eighteen over a month ago, you’re blessing your lucky stars your dad decided to give you the combination for the gun safe. Nervous fingers keep missing the right digits, but you manage to get the damn thing open after a few tries.

And there it is: the family’s prized Winchester model 23, with several boxes of ammo at the bottom of the safe. You’re clumsy when you loaded up and almost drop the entire open box of shells, but eventually you get the thing locked and loaded. You’re about to head upstairs with just that and the shotgun shells, but turn around and grab the handgun before bounding back up the stairs.

This isn’t entirely unusual by now; you’ve seen this place every time you’ve had nightmares. Being an active participant is new, though. You’ve never been able to move around or touch anything, always a passive observer of goings-on.

It doesn’t sit right with you.

You sit cross-legged in the corner of you room, wedged between a wall and the edge of your desk. You have a clear line of sight to your window–not that you think it matters much with how absolutely covered it is–and your bedroom door, which you’ve pushed your bookcase again. And you wait.

You’re counting your blessings with being able to check your watch for the time, having apparently fallen asleep with it. Ten minutes pass. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirty. You hear things outside, in the distance. Nothing close by. Somehow that puts you on edge even more. Check the time one more time: you’ve been holed up in your room for nearly fourty five minutes now with literally nothing happening.

You lean the shotgun against the wall next to you and get up to pace around your room. This isn’t normal. You screw your eyes shut as hard as you can and try to open them slowly, a trick that usually helps to wake you up. But it’s not good; you’re still in the twisted, decayed-looking version of your room.

Growling in frustration, you go back up to your window to see if you can spot anything out on the streets. But somehow, the vines have covered even more surface and you can barely make out the outside at all. You slam your fist against the window to–

Oh no. Did those vines just move?

Just as you wrap your hand about the Winchester, you feel something wrap around your ankle and pull. You’re winded as soon as you hit the floor, can feel your skull hit the hardwood. Whatever it is starts to drag you towards the door–and ultimately, you assume, down the stairs and out the door–you twist around to see what it is that has you.

And it’s a vine. A fucking vine.

You don’t really think too long or hard about it. Take a deep breath, bring the gun up, aim about two feet beyond the tip of your toes, and pull the trigger.

The gunfire makes your ears ring and feels like it blinds you for a second, but when you look down you can see you’ve successfully shot the vine off. What was around your ankle falls limp to the floor.

“Oh my fucking god, what the fucking hell,” you say to yourself, standing up and looking around. “Where are you? Show yourself!”

Stupid. God what a stupid thing to say.

You bring the shotgun back up and switch between aiming at the window and the door.

Strange, you hear, and it’s both like there’s a voice inside your head and like it’s resonating everywhere all at once. You don’t belong here.

“Fuck you, buddy!” you spit, spinning around wildly in your room. “I didn’t choose to be here!”

Then leave.

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#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #fanfic #fix-it fic #dungeons and dragons #fuck the season finale we're retconning the fuck out of shit #mention of drugs #mention of alcohol #guns #vecna #no y/n #second person pov #hey if anyone wants to beta read for me hmu #ravenloft

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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Christmas Comfort - LevixReader

Lovelies, I am slowly finding my way back and I am more than thrilled to upload another story. This is for @little-spoiled-brat Christmas event!

Since a lot of people don’t have a loving home to return to during the holidays, I wrote some good ol’ comfort. I really hope you survive those challenging days. I kept it gender-neutral, calling Reader 'they', to not exclude anyone. Summary: Levi confronts your family about their unacceptable behavior during the holiday season. Warnings: rude comments about y/n’s weight and job situation, but Levi saves the day so…

You sank deeper into your chair as your mother’s voice crawled through every cell of your body, like a potent venom. “You’ve gained weight. Don’t let yourself go like that,” she repeated but paradoxically loaded your plate with another spoon of mashed potatoes. The hideous Christmas sweater, your younger sibling begged you to wear caused an itchy sensation on your skin, making you even more uncomfortable. Why did you give in on your father's plea to come home for the holidays? You knew it would end up like that. As if to underline your thought, a harsh “And when do you finally get a proper job?” was added to your mother's rambling. The air seemed to thicken with every second, pregnant with an overwhelming scent of cinnamon and burned wax that poisoned your lungs. You haven’t even been here for 24 hours, but you already were fed up with your family’s behavior. Like you expected, your mom had nothing better to do than point out every flaw possible, while your monsters of siblings got on your last nerve. And not to mention your crazy and slightly racist aunt that never failed to gift you with a sensation of pure cringe.

“I-“ you tried to form a coherent sentence as you abruptly got up but the words got stuck in your throat. You almost destroyed the corny decorated table arrangement with your quick movement. In addition, a high-pitched ringing started to grow louder in your head, until you weren’t able to think straight. Your whole family showered you in expecting glares, especially your teenage sister who was eager for some drama. But when you felt a dozen eyes boring into your skin, the hint of courage you had, left your body. Defeated like a perfect picture of misery, you dropped back into your seat. Your slight anger was replaced with a mixture of anxiety and embarrassment as you realized that you were about to lose it in front of your family. You had every right to, but they would still find a way to put the blame on you. “Ma’am,” suddenly a velvety voice interrupted the scenery. You almost forgot that your boyfriend, Levi Ackerman, was sitting right next to you. Since he had no family to celebrate with, he agreed on spending the next few days with you. Of course, you already warned him with various stories about your relatives, but as the gentlemen he was, Levi wouldn’t miss the chance to support you. In the most delicate way, he dabbed the corners of his mouth to clean it from some microscopic particles of mashed potatoes and turkey, before he continued. “With all due disrespect, can you stop complaining for one second?” He said this in the most casual tone, which caused his words to somehow sound even ruder. It was no secret, that the stern man you fell in love with, was known for his slightly impolite behavior, but this managed to shock you. He always put up a polite act around your parents, even though he knew how complicated your relationship with them was. This time it seemed like Levi finally had enough. “I listened to this bullshit for the whole day now. Since we woke up you talk shit about Y/N.” the onyx-haired man continued. By now your sister had pulled out her phone to film the upcoming fight. She knew that this kind of content would get er a shitload of likes on Tik Tok. You saw Levi eyeing your sibling and you could tell that he was considering snatching the device out of her hand. Nothing ever went past him. Still, he decided to keep the focus on your mother. Now sounding even more severe, he said, “This wonderful person here works hard every fucking day. Not only in a matter of their job, but also on themselves.” To everyone else, he still sounded calm, but you noticed the inkling of rage that coated his voice. “Do you have any idea how amazing your child is? Do you have a fucking clue of how diligent and brave they are?” You slowly peeled your eyes off your boyfriend to scan the dumbfounded faces of every single family member. Your mother was still holding onto the pot of mashed potatoes for support, while everyone else just sat there in silence. Even though you tried to fight it, the corners of your mouth curled in an upward motion. No one ever managed to shut them up. Still, you felt like you had to deescalate the situation. “Levi, let it be.” you finally whispered, planting your hand on his thigh. “It’s okay, I am used to it.” In the most fluent motion, your partner tilted his head, putting his calloused hand over yours. His silver orbs bore into your soul, not in an unpleasant way thought, as he spoke, “No, it’s not. I hate seeing you like that. And I can’t stand the fact that they are too dense to realize how special you are.” He spoke in such a quiet way that everything said was just reserved for your ears. A sparkle was ignited in your eyes as you listened to your lover's gentle words. You heard a deep harrumph rumbling on your father's chest that finally caused you to shift your attention to your family again. Your mother's face was beet red by now while her mouth opened and closed in a fish-like motion. “How…how dare you to talk to me like that in my house?” she finally shrieked and crashed the pot with the creamy liquid on the table, causing it to spill everywhere. Levi still was

more than unimpressed by her outburst. “No Ma’am, how do you dare to be such a bitch to your own child?” All those years in the military gifted him with the most authoritarian aura. Especially when he hit that certain tone like right now, no one would dare to talk back. You noticed the fear that was now engraved on everyone’s expressions. He called his mother-in-law a bitch and there was no turning back. Levi on the other hand had finally tasted blood and was ready to go all in. “I find it funny,” he continued, “That you complain about Y/N’s life, while you are a housewife, leeching on your husband's finances. Have you ever accomplished anything besides throwing a few children into this god-forsaken world? I don’t think so.”

Before anyone could awake from their state of shock, the pale man stood up, grabbed your hand while doing so, and pulled you up. “We are leaving. Y/N deserves a nice quiet Christmas Eve for once.” Levi stated, not wasting another second. Now your face also was plastered with a somewhat dumbfounded expression. Leaving? Where? Your boyfriend left you no time to contemplate all kinds of possibilities as he was quick to shove you out of the room. In a matter of minutes the two of you were dressed and out of the house. When the crispy winter air finally tickled your cheeks you dared to speak again. “Levi, where exactly do you wanna go? We can’t leave like that.” It wasn’t like him to get lost in the moment and just do something without actually having planned anything ahead. “How about we join four-eyes’ Christmas party and get ourselves knocked out on eggnog? I need a drink after that shitshow,” your boyfriend suggested. His arms were by now wrapped around your body to shield you from the cold. A soft giggle emitted between your lips, but before you could get drunk you needed to ask your boyfriend one thing. "Do you really think I am brave?" you whispered, as your hands snaked around his neck. The most gentle smile painted your lover's lips. He planted them softly on your forehead and murmured an almost silent "Of course I do." against your skin. "Just wanted to make sure," you whispered. "And about Hange's party - I want to go there as fast as possible."

#aot christmas collab with maxene #attack on titan #levi fluff #levi x reader #aot #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #levi x you #christmas #christmas fluff

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skyeet-the-writer · 4 years

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The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x.

��corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him.

word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims.

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected.

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves.

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed.

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again.

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room.

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles.

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases.

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs.

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them.

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks.

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call.

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room.

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady.

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up.

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.”

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once.

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you.

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks.

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’”

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu.

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean.

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie.

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair.

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing.

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie.

“Felix,” says Sean.

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks.

“Lower engine,” you reply.

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation.

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it.

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says.

“Sean, where were you?”

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers.

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie.

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer.

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there.

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself.

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ.

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks.

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.”

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected.

stinky was an imposter

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected.

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.”

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat.

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.”

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks.

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken.

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks.

“No I haven’t,” she says.

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out.

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host.

1 round before the incident

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine.

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported.

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head.

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax.

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself.

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile.

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin.

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs.

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing.

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands.

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate.

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there.

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix.

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage.

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.”

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix.

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time.

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him.

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing.

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen.

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you.

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse.

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both.

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic.

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie.

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave.

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you.

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay.

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 2 years

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Hot Bodyguard (Bodyguard!San x Reader)

Pairing: bodyguard!San (Choi San) x famous!gn!Reader

Requested?: No

Genre: fluff, tiny amount of angst (Y/N talking about hate comments), bodyguard!au

Trigger Warning!!: mentions of hate comments, body shaming

Summary: Ever since you became famous as a child model and actor you weren’t able to do what you wanted, so you’re finally breaking free from the shackles, trying things you haven’t done before, with your body guard by your side.

Word Count: 1,005

A/N: I had this idea and wrote this in like an hour, so I hope everything makes sense lol. I haven’t uploaded in a while so I really wanted to write something for you guys. Potentially this could have been a Taehyun (TXT) or Leedo (Oneus) fanfic but in the end I decided on San. I hope you like it :) -Admin J

When San had first been hired as your bodyguard, he was thinking you would be a brat like every other young celebrity. Having been a child model and actor you had been in the spotlight ever since you were 5 years old. Obviously fame would go to your head, right?

However he was surprised to see how mature and professional you were. Trying to always please those around you. Trying to be the version of yourself that others wanted you to be.

As your bodyguard San spent quite a lot of time with you and the longer he was with you the more he realized about you.

"San can you stop the car for a second?" your voice came from the backseat. He looked into the rear view mirror to see what was wrong, but didn't notice anything off. "Why? Is there something wrong?" "I just want to take a little breather please." San complied with your request and stopped the car on the side of the road, before walking over to open the door for you.

Leaning against the side of the car for a while you looked up to the night sky, taking deep breaths. San admired you as you did so. The fancy clothing your stylist had chosen for this gala made you look incredibly stunning. He would lie if he said he didn't find you attractive at all, but as a professional he didn't like to get his feelings involved with his work.

"I really don't want to go to that gala." Your quiet voice interrupted his thoughts. One of your hands slowly found it's way to your mouth as you started nibbling on your newly made nails. Something you always did when you were nervous. San gently guided your hand away from your mouth to prevent you from ruining your nails. Gently stroking over the soft skin with his thumb to calm you down. It was an intimate gesture, one that he wouldn't have dared to do if it wasn't just the two of you around, knowing things like this would spark rumors, which could affect your whole career.

"They're going to take pictures of me and I can already hear the headlines. 'Y/N's too skinny!', 'Y/N's too fat!', 'Y/N's ugly!', 'Y/N can't act!' Ahh!" A small annoyed scream left your lungs. It was always the same, couldn't people just keep their opinions for themselves? Everyone was always talking behind you as if you wouldn't be able to hear it, but you did and it took a toll on you. They always acted like they knew what was best for you, but they didn't even know you.

"San I don't want to go to that Gala." You turned to him with tears slowly brimming in your eyes. San was speechless, he had never seen you like this before, "What about the company. I don't think they'll be happy if..." He couldn't even finish his sentence before you broke down, "Screw the company! I've been doing everything they wanted ever since I was a child! I just want to do something on my own once."

Honestly San couldn't care less about the company, even though they were the ones paying him, all he wanted was for you to be happy. He didn't care if what he was about to do would get him fired, "Then what do you want to do?" Inside the car it was quiet again. However, this time you had chosen to sit in the front with him, so San occasionally stole some glances at you, who was happily looking out of the tinted windows, watching the street lights go by.

The location you had chosen over a fancy gala, was the aquarium at the edge of town. And while you wouldn't have much time to actually see all of it since it would close soon, San was sure you were happier than he had ever seen you. The shining blue lights in the corridors was calming and the pretty fishes and sea animals were only a bonus. The way your eyes lit up upon seeing the fishes reminded San of a little child on Christmas day finding a big pile of presents under the Christmas tree.

"Huh! Look! There's a Nemo!" you excitedly called out to him as you waved him over to where you were standing. He smiled at your childish behavior, but it also made him realize something. The fact that you had been famous ever since you were little, meant you probably did not have a childhood like others. Always forced to act professional in front of cameras, you were never allowed to be an actual child.

"There's Dory too." San pointed to another fish in the tank. Your eyes were shining with happiness as you slightly jumped in excitement, before moving to the next tank with a skip in your step, grabbing San's hand to pull him along. "You know, I've never been to an aquarium before." You told him slowly turning to him with a bright smile on your face. A real smile, not the one you would use while acting. "I figured."

"There's something else I haven't done before." A blush started rising to your cheeks as San questioned what you were talking about. Suddenly in the blink of an eye your soft lips were pressed to his. As much as he had promised himself not to let his personal feelings intervene with his job, he couldn't help but melt into the kiss.

After both of you pulled away there was an awkward silence. "That was a lie. You kissed people before, I saw you do it on set." San tried lightening the atmosphere. You giggled a little, "But none of them were my incredibly hot bodyguard. And I never had actual feelings for them." You said before skipping further away.

For a second San was frozen in his place, letting your words sink in before chasing after you. Did that mean you liked him as well?

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Hexed (Vi/POC!Reader) - Ch. 14

Next Upload Date: February 27th

Act 2: Chapter Fourteen - I Did Something Bad

Warnings: Murder, Blood, Mentions of BDSM practices

Preface: It’s been six years since everything went up in smoke. You’ve got a job at Babette’s brothel, an exciting friendship with Jinx and you’re enjoying your life in the Firelights. Yet, you have your own issues lurking in the background.

You hum along to the music as you watch the concert below you. Piltover has some great performers that come through every once in a while. You have a newfound love of music thanks to Umbra and Iesura. You could feel the intentions of the songs that you listen to. It spoke to you in ways it never had before.

It was especially true for the songs you first heard when you became a daughter of the Arcane. Iesura’s words, not yours. No matter how hard you tried to find where the songs came from, you couldn’t pinpoint a location. It was as if they kept on moving around, and every time you got close, they’d move again. When you asked Umbra, she said she’d tell you when it was time, but to focus on the matter at hand until then. The most haunting of them, you could only hear when you stood on the bridge at night. Sometimes, when you couldn’t sleep, you’d come out to listen to it. It confused you to no end, but Umbra knew what it was and you trusted her.

Today was a long show in preparation for Progress Day. You have been sitting on the stage since morning, watching various performers share their songs, and lurking around backstage. You’ve been enjoying your little outing. It was a great way to stretch your wings and get a better read on the Piltovens. As much as you disliked their nobility, the lower class were interesting people. You took your chances to watch and observe them. You had learned much from Professor Uley about their ways, but people change. You learned when people started their day, when school got out, when the council regularly met, and what time everyone was home. Their behaviors were drastically different from your home, but they lived by the day and Zaunites thrived in the night. If you wanted to experience both cities, you’d have to stay awake for days.

Your feet swing back and forth as you gaze around the stage rafters. You thought it was the best seat in the whole place. Cloaked by the shadows, no one would know that you’re up here. It allowed you to hear a lot of juicy information while the crews set up.

The current performer was a visitor from outside of the isthmus. You didn’t know much about him except that his crew was not a fan of him. Their complaints were hilarious to you and you wondered what was so bad about him until you listened to his soul song. A sour feeling sets in your stomach causing you to tsk. His soul song was utterly foul. When you focused, you could hear the song of someone’s soul. You don’t know how it happened, since it’s another thing Umbra refuses to explain. You don’t use it often because it takes away the fun of getting to know someone. It showed you their true selves no matter how hard they tried to hide.

‘Human music is strange. Some do have a good meaning or two, but this song is rancid like rotten fruit.’ You choke back a bewildered laugh at Umbra’s comparison.

“I take it that love songs are not to your liking?” You giggle at Umbra’s obvious distaste, “Has no one sang you a love song, Umbra? Are you feeling jealous? Are you?”

‘They are beautiful when done with good intentions. This one is not… And, yes, you annoying child. I have, in fact, had a love song sung to me before. That’s how my mate professed his love for me.’ A twinge of annoyance filters through your connection and you snort. ‘Oohh, I hit a nerve!’ You tease her.

‘You’re too many moons young to be talking about love.’ Umbra growls.

‘Too many moons?! If you haven’t realized it, Humans have very short lifespans! You’ve had four years to realize this!’ You complain.

‘I’m aware. Your eldest humans are nowhere near our youngest.’

The performer kisses a man on the hand before continuing along with his singing. You caught the darker verse and it makes your good mood instantly drop at the display, “You are correct. This song is rancid. I should get rid of it.” You hiss in disgust knowing that this innocent man is his new target. You click your new metal talons together letting the sound soothe you. They were a gift from Heather as a joke for your birthday, but they’ve become your favorite weapons to use alongside your daggers. You were pleasantly surprised by her craftsmanship. You smothered her with kisses and praises that had your curly-haired friend blushing fiercely. After tinkering with them, you could use your magic to summon the talons out of the rings. Now, you never went anywhere without a few rings on. They pleasantly doubled as brass knuckles.

‘You’d be doing them a favor by getting rid of this… rotten fruit. In whatever way you please, solely using your magic. I’m sure the Arcane will be pleased with it.’

‘You speak of the Arcane as if it watches my every move.’ You say with amusement.

‘Does it not flow through your veins?’

You hum and nod your head in response. You raise your hand and point your middle finger and pointer finger down at the stage. You take a deep breath and concentrate. You feel the magic in your veins stir before it comes alive. There’s a warmth flowing through you that reminds you of the power you possess. The area around the stage warps as the capillary waves ripple and vibrate. It starts slow and quickly picks up speed as the ripples become more abundant. The only thought on your mind is of the air combusting. There is a second of silence as the world seems to pause before multiple explosions flash in front of your eyes.

There’s screaming as the performer on stage is launched into the air. The speaker boxes are triggered along with the fire rig and fog machine causing those to explode too. The stage rumbles and creaks as it starts to collapse around you. You hum to yourself, stand up and take a deep breath before walking off of the support beam. You fall into a rift and find yourself free-falling towards the singer. You smirk, tightening your arms and legs to your body so you fall faster towards your target. The wind whips around you, tugging at your hair and clothes and bringing you glee. You love the feeling of falling through the air.

Below you, people are screaming and pointing at the falling man. He’s screaming, visibly injured from the explosion, and can’t orient himself properly. His body flips and turns as he panics and you find it amusing. ‘I wonder what his reaction would be if he knew that he’s the prey now.’ You aren’t worried about people seeing you as they’d only see the performer and the sky. It was another ability you discovered out of pure necessity.

Your magic sings to you. It calls to you. The things you could do with it were only limited by your imagination. You could do anything you put your mind to, even if that was hiding your body from sight. You close your eyes and feel the magic crackle around your body. People screaming for help reach your ears and you feel the pulse of the magic around you. The next thing you know, your body is launched forward and you flex your talons.

You feel the heat radiating from your metal claws that makes you smirk. You rip into the man’s chest as he screams in pain. The smell of burnt flesh makes your nose twitch. You twist and sink your talons in deeper, dragging the claws up from his chest and to his throat before yanking them out. Discolored, charred flesh was quickly covered in scarlet as screams turned to gurgles. ‘Weird, it didn’t cauterize. The heat should be hot enough to do that.’

You open a rift in front of you and fall into it. You twirl around to orient yourself before landing on a building by the concert stage. His body hits the ground as the timer on your watch goes off. ‘Wow, that was only three minutes?’ You blink and turn it off. You’ve become used to timing yourself when it comes to fights. It was to initially see how you improved with your practice. Thick black smoke billows from the ruined stage as hundreds of people scrambled to the exits. It is utter chaos but you’re practically glowing with happiness about getting rid of that horrible human. Enforcers yell and direct people as the medics run for the stage and the performer’s body.

‘Congratulations, my child. You have mastered your channeling of the arcane. I sense no more strain within you.’

“Yes!” You squeal happily and clap your hands before flicking droplets of blood off of them, “Three years of hard work, you know.” You pout and put your hands on your hips, staining the white fabric red. The amusement from the creatures rings in your mind as you watch the chaos below you. After whatever happened to you on the bridge, Iesura had you practice using your magic on everything. Plants, animals - which you cried over afterward - people and other things. There were things you could do that sickened you and things that excited you.

The thousands of years old soul was very gentle with you. He explained that you were a part of the earth, a part of the world, and it would treat you as such. You shouldn’t feel bad for doing what it allowed you to do. There was still much for you to learn from the Elder but he said he wanted to teach you slowly. There were things out in the world that you’d need time to comprehend.

You were in awe of your magical abilities. You kept it a careful secret from everyone, including your brother, since you didn’t know the extent of what you could do. It pained you to lie to Ekko but you knew it was only for his safety. You promised yourself to tell him once you had a hold on your magic. That time has finally arrived.

“Poor, Piltover. They can’t see the horrible people in front of them.” You sigh, “They rely too much on those monsters to take care of them. What are they going to do when they’re gone? They take all of these wonderful things for granted. It’s okay, I got rid of the nasty man for them.” You giggle before you hear an owl hoot in your ear. You pause to listen to the incoming message from Ekko, “Info - Progress. Airship. Ghost.” You groan, “I’m always on the reserve. Why can’t I be on the forward team-” You stop, spying an Enforcer walking into the side street next to the building you are standing on. Your hand twitches as you tilt your head. She glances around nervously and keeps on messing with something on her belt.

‘A little fly has wandered into the web.’ You drop down into the alley behind her. Your boots don’t make a sound and you watch as the Enforcer walks right into your barrier. The only sign of it being there is the faint rippling where she hit it. She stumbles back and curses as an object tumbles to the ground with a clatter. It rolls closer to you. You hiss seeing the neon purple liquid in the vial. Shimmer. The monster whips around and raises its weapon at you.

“Stay back! Who are you?! Identify yourself!” A woman’s voice calls out to you. You scoff, stepping into the light and picking up the vial. You couldn’t see the ornate ‘S’ that marked it as one of Silco’s. You tilt the vial into the sunlight and spy the slight discoloration of the liquid. ‘Hmm, it’s darker than it should be. Laced most likely. This isn’t the good stuff that Silco’s trusted use, but the polluted, experimental kind. The kind that’ll send you to an early grave.’ You sigh in disappointment. ‘I’d be impressed if it was the real stuff.’

“What’s a hot-shot like you…” You notice that the vial contains about three-fourths of the drug. The lip of it was tacky, indicating that a dose had been taken within the past few hours, “Doing with a nasty drug like this?” You look at her and notice the slight tremor in her hand. ‘An Enforcer using shimmer? It’s her job to stop them, not help the Chem-Barons get them in.’ Umbra snarls. ‘Enforcers are despicable humans!’

“It’s evidence. Now, give it back and tell me who you are.” Her voice wavers as her eyes roam your body. No doubt confused by the bloodstains.

“Tsk. You don’t have to lie. I’m not a snitch… but, man, the withdrawals… deadly stuff. Especially when it’s not… pure.” You give her a dazzling smile that puts her off, “I’m sure your captain will be thrilled to know that you’ve been using it.”

Her eyes widen in panic, “I’m not using it! It’s evidence of what happened at the concert! Besides, you shouldn’t know anything about shimmer!”

“Oh? I uh… didn’t say the drug’s name.” You raise your eyebrow. The woman only looks more panicked as you say that. She grips her gun tighter but doesn't say anything.

“Shaky hands, skittish behavior, and that hollow look in your eyes? That’s just the beginning. I’m surprised your veins haven’t changed color yet. It tends to happen quickly with the tainted stuff. I’ve seen my fair share.” You crush the vial in your hand. The liquid drips down your fingers, mixing with the dried blood as the pieces of glass land on the ground.

“NO!” The monster pulls the trigger, “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” She screams in anguish. You flick your fans out and deflect the bullets as she curses profanities at you. You hear the tell-tale click of an empty chamber and lower your fans. You growl as she charges towards you and you throw your fan. It sinks into her stomach and she screams in pain. She collapses to her knees and you feel like you are floating as you approach her.

“Shimmer…” You hiss, yanking the fan from her body, “is a disgusting drug that ruins lives, tears apart families, and makes bad people feel oh so big.” You crouch next to her as she clutches at her wound. “Let me guess, no one believed you could get into the academy. Said you were too fragile, so you decided to microdose with shimmer and you felt powerful. The others apologized and you kept taking it because it felt good.” You stroke her face, “Let me tell you something… that power only lasts as long as your body does. It eats you from inside and turns you into more of a monster. How many Zaunites have you hurt with that?”

The monster gives a weak laugh as she struggles to speak, “Y-You r-rats don’t d-deserve to l-live. I don’t count.” Your anger goes cold. You sigh and gently pat her head, “Well, look where that got you, hm? Dying in an alley with no one to help you. No one. Don’t worry, your wound will kill you before anyone arrives.”

“They won’t stop until they find you, rat.”

“I’d like to see them try.” You kick her in the head and watch as she slumps over unconscious. That rat comment hit the wrong nerve.

‘It’s a pity. Someone who is supposed to protect the people is using the very drug we are trying to keep away.’

“Yes, unfortunately. Piltovens don’t care about us slum rats so that’s why shimmer is so prevalent in Zaun. They don’t want us rats polluting their streets. The more of us drugged up and fighting each other keeps their streets clean. They’ll do anything to keep us down in the sewers. Even if that means taking the drugs they should be getting rid of.” You walk through a rift and step out onto the drop into Zaun.

‘Your brother is adamant about stopping it. The Firelights have been doing great on their runs.’

“We all are. Shimmer is disgusting, and the people who deal it out to the public are even more so. I’ve detoxed people from the drug and it’s not a pretty process. Not everyone makes it…” You say morosely.

“…Miss?” You pause and glance behind you. A man was looking at you in concern. You grin at him, “Don’t worry, sir. Just talking to my friends.” You giggle before dropping down. You hated being restricted and loved being weightless. There was something about the rush from it that you adored.

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You’re silent as Eve works her fingers into your shoulders. You were laying on her bed after she insisted on giving you a massage. All you wanted was to go down into your lab, but she caught you as soon as you made it back to the base. You knew she’d continue to bother you if you didn’t let her do it.

‘You could kill her now.’ You huff at Iesura’s comment. You shift and rest your head on your arms.

‘They’d know it’s one of us.’

‘Would they?’

‘Yes. Yes, they would.’

‘We can be discreet…’

‘Guys.’ Your only response is their grumbles.

“So, why’d you dye your hair pink?” You question. Eve had told Ekko she was going to dye her hair, but you weren’t expecting pink. It made your stomach turn when you realized how close it was to Vi’s hair color. Years later, her death still affected you even though you didn’t want to acknowledge it. You wore a scarf that was her hair color as a memorial piece. Sometimes you’d sit by the memorial wall and sing her favorite song when you were missing her. You need to ask Jinx if she has the record.

“I got tired of my natural hair color. I was going to do white but Markee refused. I saw this shade of pink on the memorial wall and liked it, but Markee went a little darker with it… Ekko seemed upset about it when I came back. He ignored me.”

You scoff, “Choosing a color you saw on the memorial wall is in poor taste. The color you chose belonged to a very close friend of Ekko’s who is dead now. Dead. Of course, my brother would be upset.” You grit your teeth in anger. ‘How dare she get Vi’s hair color! What possessed her to get it done? What is this girl’s problem? She has been nothing but hostile with me.’

Eve huffs and stays quiet for a bit so you relax your body further to try and enjoy the massage. When you did get massages, they usually led to sex so this was a pleasant change even if it was coming from her.

“…Did you hear what happened at the concert in Piltover? My informants told me shortly before you arrived. There was a freak accident where the equipment blew up and killed the main performer. Apparently, it tore his chest open and the scene was gruesome. Luckily, it was just him.”

“What?! Today?” You gasp in shock. Internally, you were celebrating. You knew he was going to die but the confirmation felt good, “Accidents like that are rare in Piltover.”

‘My, my. Lying about your actions, my child? Do you not want to tell her of your success? Are you not proud of what you’ve done?’

‘I am proud. I don’t think she’d be able to comprehend it.’

“Deep breath.” Eve warns you before popping something in your shoulder. You narrow your eyes when your shoulder steadily starts to numb, “Yeah, people were horrified… until it came to light that he was a horrible person. He would drown his crew members when they angered him. ” The numbing works its way down your arm and to your fingertips. She does it again in the other arm and your mind rings alarm bells.

‘Why is she trying to incapacitate me? Do you think she knows?’

‘It could be a possibility.’

‘Hm, maybe she’s planning on interrogating me. Interesting.’ You grin.

“Of course he was. Pilties don’t look closer at anything. If they did, it would mean the world is ending. Zaun is the main example of their ignorance.” You feel your magic pulse and the numb feeling subsides. You hide your shock as the feeling comes back into your arms. ‘Umbra… Did you do that?’

‘No, child. I did not.’

“Do you know anything about it? The accident?” Eve asks casually.

“Other than what you told me? No.” You say innocently.

“Hmm. Anyway, Ekko told me you’re on the lookout for the mission. You’re always on every mission as our lookout. He doesn’t leave you behind anymore. What’d you do to piss your brother off?” You could hear the frustration in her voice. ‘Why is she frustrated over that? First, she complains I’m not on enough missions and now she complains that I’m on too many?’

“I didn’t piss him off. He just likes to keep me on reserve so I can let him know about any complications. I can jump in, if necessary. The only time I’m not on a mission is when I’m too busy with the healers.”

“So you’re our… eyes in the sky?” Eve jokes and backs away from you. You sit up and roll your shoulders. It was a habit you developed over the years. You always stretched and warmed up your body after laying down or sitting down for long periods of time. You notice that Eve seems to be hiding her shock in the corner of your eye. ‘So she was trying to incapacitate me… Why?’

“Oh, ha, ha. A bird joke. Very funny.” You say sarcastically as you pull your shirt back on. You roll your shoulders one more time and grin at how loose they feel, “You almost got me with that one.”

“Awe, come on, Hawk. You know I’m just trying to cheer you up. You’ve got to go see your devoted servants at the brothel.” Eve purrs playfully. You roll your eyes but can’t contain an awkward laugh.

“Don’t say it like that.” You huff, “You say it weirdly, besides, that’s what they call themselves. I did not choose that for them. One of the girls started it and it spread to the others.” You fluff up your hair to loosen the curls. You would be working in a few hours so you’d have to get changed soon, “I didn’t stop them. It’s what they wanted so that’s the role I took on.”

“I still don’t understand why you decided to work there. For the sex? Fun? Information? The Firelights make enough money collectively.”

“Maybe I just wanted something to do.” You shrug and stand up from the bed.

“Or someone.” Eve scoffs and crosses her arms. You narrow your eyes and get into her face, “Got a problem with the job I chose, Lieutenant?” You hiss. She grits her teeth and pushes you back, “I’ve got a problem with you. I don’t see why you think it’s okay to go around and fuck all the women in Zaun!” She shouts, “You’re supposed to keep a low profile. Going to a fucking brothel isn’t exactly a low profile, especially when so many women are singing your praises! I mean, seriously?! They practically worship you, calling you their “Goddess” and it’s disgusting! Even the Chem-Baroness has you on call!” Eve was breathing heavily while glaring at you. You were taken aback by her response before the anger bubbles up. Your hand twitches again. ‘Calm. Calm, child. Don’t do anything you’ll regret. She may be your enemy, but killing her out of instinct will only cause harm.’

“First of all, they don’t know my name. My identity is safe. You don’t even know my name, Eve. Secondly, I don’t need your permission to enjoy myself. And, I definitely don’t need this shit from you.” You laugh bitterly and head for the door, “So what? I have sex. I’m a grown-ass adult. I let women live out their fantasies in a judgmental-free environment. I make them feel good about themselves. I like what I do and not just for the sex. You should try it sometime.”

“Do these women even know what you are?!” You pause at the door and turn towards her, “You’re a fucking monster! I mean- You murdered a woman, not even a month after waking up from a two-year coma! And you just carried on like it didn’t happen!” Eve was borderline hysterical at this point.

“Watch. Your. Mouth.” You say through gritted teeth. You feel your temper shoot up and you try to squash it down. ‘Not the time. Not the time.’

“No! I’m sick of holding this shit in! I know you’ve been murdering people. I know that performer was someone YOU killed!” Eve stomps her foot, “You’re dangerous. Ekko shouldn’t be around you-!” The next thing you know your hand wraps around her throat and you lift her off the ground. You slam her back into the wall. Your talons had activated, digging the sharp points into the soft flesh of her neck.

“You don’t get to talk about my brother!” You snarl, “You don’t know him as I do! He’s MY brother, not yours. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to get between my brother and me for years! I’m tired of your snide remarks, your attempts to get me distanced from him, and your aggression towards me!” Eve was struggling. Her nails dig into your wrist and her face is starting to turn red. You can feel her pulse beneath your fingers, “I’m a monster? Oh, Eve.” You coo and bring your mouth to her ear, “You don’t understand a word that’s coming out of your mouth. Stay out of things that don’t involve you.”

You let her go and she falls to the ground coughing. You stroll back to the door and give her a sickly sweet smile, “Don’t worry, Eve. You don’t have to hold it in anymore. Tell my brother after tomorrow's mission. Nothing is going to change how my brother sees me. Not even you. Your efforts mean nothing.”

“You don’t deserve him. He was doing way better without you! You’ll get him killed! You’ll get us all killed! You’ll be the reason everyone gets killed!” Eve rasps out as you open the door. You flinch as her words stab into your heart. ‘My childhood sweetheart and friends died because I wasn’t fast enough…’

“No…” You chuckle darkly, “I don’t deserve Ekko, but I’ll do everything to protect him.” Your grip on the handle is so tight your knuckles turn white. “If that means being a monster, then so be it. I’ll burn the whole world down for the people I love.”

“Hey, flower!” You call out to Jinx. Your eyes glide over the new graffiti on the blades of her workstation. Jinx shoots out of her chair with a wide grin, “Hey there, Hexxit!” Jinx gives you a tight hug. The hug brought warmth to your chest. She had grown up beautifully over the past few years. Jinx was all lean muscle, a colorful personality, and she had a very attractive face. After being around her for a while, it was obvious that she was unstable. She admitted it to you and said that you helped to keep her grounded at times. You weren’t delusional, you knew that she wasn’t the same girl you knew when you were younger. Powder had struggled immensely due to her trauma and mental health. She had insisted that you call her Jinx instead of Powder, so you obliged.

The first time you called her Jinx, she had frozen before giving you a teary-eyed smile. You tentatively questioned her about the name change, and she explained her reasoning to you. Power was a sweet and innocent little girl who tried her best and failed. Jinx was a fierce and trigger-happy woman who did the worst and succeeded. She didn’t want to taint the memories of Powder with the horrible things she did. Underneath it all, Jinx was still Powder. She has the same personality, fears, smarts but she drew that distinction so you accepted it.

“What are you doing here?” Jinx questions as she plops back into her chair. You hum and hop up onto her workbench. You blink when you notice one of Ekko’s hair clips but you choose to ignore it.

“I needed to blow off some steam before heading to work. I got into an argument with an annoying little insect and, well, you understand me… so I came here.” You sigh and lay across the table. Jinx places her elbows next to your head and rests her head on her hands.

“What was the argument about?” Jinx tilts her head in interest.

“Me.” You scoff, “She finds it disgusting that I work at the brothel and have sex with other people. Not only that, but she called me a monster since I’ve murdered people.”

“Well, she’s dumb. Why should what you do matter to her? If you want to have sex with hundreds of people, then go and do it!” Jinx exclaims.

“It’s not hundreds-”

“-And! Just because she’s jealous doesn’t mean she gets to tell MY girl what she can do.” Jinx carries on like she didn’t hear you. You freeze before an amused smile decorates your face.

“Your girl?” You mumble in amusement.

“You’re MY best friend!” She snarls, “As long as you’re being safe - which let’s be honest, you’re the real danger in that room - I don’t see an issue with it. In fact! I think it’s cool that you do that. I mean watching you fight and you’re all like - WOOSH! POW! Stab, stab, jab!” Jinx was acting out what she was saying and it made you laugh, “And the people you fight are all like - AHHHH! My arm! My blood is leaving me!” Jinx laughs and smacks your chest. She gives you a fond smile and gazes down at you with sparkling eyes.

“Hold on!” You start laughing, “Jinxy. Calm down, you don’t need to plot her death over an argument.” You grin at her. ‘That’s my job.’ Jinx huffs and rolls her eyes before leaning back in her chair. You turn onto your side to face her, “Besides, when did I become your girl?”

“Since my sister died, duh! I’m just saying that if she’s jealous she needs to do something about it rather than taking it out on you. Calling you a monster?” Jinx spins in her chair, “You are a monster. I’ve watched you murder people and laugh about it. I’ve heard you talk to the voices in your head. Why are you and Umbra always arguing anyway?” Jinx giggles.

“Not to forget that you seduce people for a living!” Jinx grins at you, “Of course, you’re a monster! But, you’re also still the Hexxit I’ve known since I was a kid. That's why I love you!” She says cheerily.

“Thanks, Jinxy.” You give her a sweet smile. Her words touched your heart. You understood each other better than anyone else. Jinx smiles back at you before she whips around and shoots the dummy of Mylo. ‘Didn’t I kick that off the ledge years ago?’

“SHUT UP!” She screams. You furrow your brow as she turns back to you and looks at you intensely. You sit up and tap her on the cheek, “Hey, don’t listen to him. We both know Mylo is an asshole. Remember, he can’t hurt you.” You say softly. You were there for her when she needed you, and you were painfully aware that she’d be a lot worse if she was alone this whole time. Silco didn’t care for her in the way she needed. Some nights you’d have to hide when he appeared for a visit and you’d watch enraged as he talked to her.

Jinx doesn’t respond but gets really close to your face. You can feel her breath fan across your lips. She backs away a bit and looks down as she starts muttering incoherently to herself. There’s a few seconds before she looks at you, “…I can see what my sister saw in you.”

“What?” You look at her in surprise. Jinx barely mentions Vi since it’s a painful topic. You never brought Vi up, and Jinx only mentions her in passing jokes. She didn’t have nightmares about it anymore, but she latched onto you harder than ever.

“Can I kiss you?” Jinx asks innocently like she hadn’t just mentioned Vi. She rests her hand by your hip and is practically nose to nose with you. You were thoroughly confused. ‘How did we get here?’

“Jinx, I-“ Jinx had never shown any interest in you or anyone really. She’d comment about the way you looked, the things you did, and would make these cute little glitter bombs to surprise you. As time went on, you started to see Jinx as less of a sister and more of a best friend. You still cared for her greatly but not in a familial way. It felt wrong to do so with Violet gone. “Please? Just one kiss for your dear old friend?” Jinx bats her lashes, and you can’t help the giggle that slips from your lips. You were surprised with yourself to realize that you aren’t opposed to the idea. In fact, you felt touched.

‘You two are not of blood. It can not hurt. She is but a curious child.’

‘I am aware. I don’t see anything wrong with her curiosity.’

‘Then?’

You exhale slowly, thinking about what to say, and look her in the eyes, “Okay. You can kiss me, but-” Jinx’s lips were on yours before you could finish your sentence. You kiss her softly, and you aren’t surprised at how eager she was to return the kiss. After a few seconds, Jinx backs away with a distant look in her eyes and a blush on her face.

“T-Thank you…” Jinx stutters and bites her lip.

You smile at her, your lips feeling slightly tacky from the chapstick that was on her lips, “You’re welcome… Was there a reason for that? For the kiss?”

Jinx plops back into her chair, “I’m alone. I have nobody like that. You’re the only person I can comfortably be myself around.” Jinx threw up jazz hands, “I’m craaazzy! So, people don’t want to be around me.” She sighs and blows her bangs out of her face, “You do. As kids, I didn’t really understand the whole feelings thing. Catching you and Vi sneaking around and sharing kisses… but as I got older, I felt lonelier. I didn’t understand it… and then you came back.” Jinx laughs, “You came back and didn’t care that I’m crazy or stuck working with Silco. And then, I didn’t feel as alone!” Jinx goes silent and you watch her as she fidgets. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, yet it made sense. Ekko was only able to sneak away with you every so often to see her. You can see Jinx thinking as her eyes move around and she taps her fingers.

“But… I think I started to get feelings for you? Don’t worry, I know nothing is going to happen. You’re Vi’s girl… but I’ve never kissed anyone before and I wanted to know.”

“Hey, anyone who doesn’t want to be around you are losers.” You playfully stick your tongue out, “And… I understand the loneliness. I’m lucky to still have Ekko. He knows I’ve killed people. He’s seen me do it, but he’s not aware of the voices. You weren’t stable as kids and I couldn’t imagine how you’d be feeling now. So, when I heard what happened, I knew I had to be there for you.” You hop off of the desk. You do a couple of pirouettes to get some anxious energy out, “I’m not Vi’s girl though. I haven’t been for years.” You snort.

Jinx scoffs, “Even with my sister six feet under, she’s still got a hold on you. If you’re not Vi’s, then how come you haven’t dated anyone?”

“I don’t want to. I’m enjoying the single life and it gives me more time with you and Ekko.” You huff as Jinx rolls her eyes.

“Sure, and I don’t hear voices.”

“I’m being serious, blue.” You groan, “I’m my own woman.”

“You could be my woman.” Jinx purrs playfully and gives you a sultry look. You raise an eyebrow at her as she bites her lip again. ‘Okay, too weird.’

You huff and pull a throwing knife out of your belt and hurl it at her. Jinx snaps out of it, yelps, and falls out of her chair to dodge the knife. It hits the wall with a clang before falling to the ground.

“You tried to kill me!” Jinx shouts at you in fake anger as she hops up from the ground and points at you. She’s trying to hide a smile as the corners of her mouth twitches.

“Oh, not like you don’t use me for target practice!” You scoff but let out a giggle. You didn’t mind her shooting at you, as it was a fun way to practice your reaction times. It was also a stress reliever for your friend. Jinx gives you a wide smile before pulling out her revolver.

“It’s because you’re so amazing at dodging!” Jinx says joyfully while spinning it around.

“Shit, I should’ve just closed my mouth.” You sigh. Jinx has a grin on her face that promises you a fun time. You know she’s aware that you’re more bothered by the comments than you let on.

Jinx nods, “Yeah, but you never do!”

“Jinx!” You yelp as you dodge the first bullet. Jinx laughs and you leap back from another one. She starts shooting at you quicker and you’re forced to cartwheel out of the way.

“What does she look like?”

“Dark pink hair! Scar over her nose!” You twirl.

“Dark pink hair?!”

“Yeah. The bitch thought she would dye her hair the same color as Vi’s!” You snarl. Your words hit one of Jinx’s nerves and the next thing you know a chomper comes flying your way.

“SHE WHAT?!”

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kirishimaswife2819 · 3 years

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Hello 👋 Could you please write a fic that involves either Denki or Shoto having a crush on Aizawa's adopted daughter (who is also in 1-A) and maybe Aizawa knows and is protective over her, but character is still trying to find a way to tell her??

Please and thank you!! :)

Overprotective Dads Are a Pain|| Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader Oneshot (+dad!Aizawa x adopted!fem!reader)

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Pairings: Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader Summary: Aizawa has done his best to keep you from ending up with Denki Kaminari, but he can’t stop you two from getting together, forever, and he may have to just accept the fact that you two are going to end up together, one way or another Word Count: 1.6k Notes: I don’t think U.A. does dances (I could be wrong), but for the sake of this, we’re going to pretend like they do, also f/ch= favorite chocolates A/n: The summary is shit, but do me a favor and pretend it isn’t, okay? Other than that, sorry this took so long! I haven’t uploaded in the past few days, and I apologize for that, I just couldn’t get any inspiration. Anyway, thanks for requesting! I hope this is alright! -Danielle <3

Aizawa has always been overprotective of you. He adopted you when you were a little over four, and he has protected you physically and mentally ever since then. And even though he didn’t like to admit it, he was pretty soft for you and would pretty much do whatever you asked of him, as long as it made you happy and satisfied.

As far as dating went, Aizawa had a tendency to make small things that might not necessarily be good about the person, seem like the worst thing in the world, and a reason that you shouldn’t be allowed to date them. This, of course, also still applied when it came to your crush on Denki Kaminari.

Aizawa has known for months that Denki was crushing on you, it was hard not to notice. Denki paid way more attention to you than he did any other girls, because he liked you a lot more than he did any of the other girls, he just liked every last thing about you. But in Aizawa’s eyes it was because you were the only person to not tell him off or reject his advances, which was true, you were the only girl to not reject them, but that wasn’t why Denki liked you.

Aizawa was pretty smart and if you hadn’t been his daughter and just one of his other students, he may have been able to see past the fact that Denki was a flirt, and that he genuinely liked you. But the dad part of him refused to see it that way and could only see it as Denki only liked you because you liked him.

And that’s how he ended up in his current situation. For weeks, he had made it a point to keep you and Denki away from each other. It’s not like you two were best friends or anything, you two were more acquaintances, but that was partially because you two were too nervous around each other and you didn’t want to mess up around each other. Sure, Denki still flirted with you, but you didn’t think much of it, since Denki did that with pretty much every girl. Aizawa knew that you two weren’t going to keep your feelings hidden forever, so he had to stop it before Denki got to ask you out.

Because if Denki asked you out, then Aizawa would be the asshole, because he would have to tell you that you couldn’t date Denki. But he couldn’t have you dating Denki, he didn’t think it would end up good at all. Aizawa was speaking with Midoriya in the dorms about a recent test grade when he heard Kaminari and Kirishima talking in the kitchen.

“So, are you going to ask her to the dance?” Kirishima asked, grabbing Aizawa’s attention away from what Midoriya was saying.

“Yeah, what should I do, though?” Kaminari asked, leaning on the counter top, watching as Kirishima made himself a bowl of cereal.

“Well, you could just ask her,” Kirishima said, with a shrug, “But it would be super cool if you got her a gift too.”

“I could get her f/ch,” Kaminari said, “But that’s kind of lame.”

“I don’t think that she’ll think so. She’ll probably appreciate that you took the time to remember her favorite kind of chocolate,” Kirishima replied, putting a spoon into his cereal and taking a bite. Aizawa stared at them as they got up to probably return to one of their dorms.

“Mr. Aizawa?” Midoriya asked, causing Aizawa to look back to him, “Are you okay? Did you hear what I said?”

“No, repeat it for me,” Aizawa said.

“Why were you staring at-”

“It’s not important. Repeat whatever you were going to say to me.”

It was the next day, and Kaminari had a box of f/ch in his hands as he went to approach your desk, but he was stopped by a voice saying his name from the doorway. He turned and saw Aizawa standing there. Upon Kaminari looking at him, Aizawa gestured for the boy to follow him outside of the classroom.

Kaminari looked in your direction before sighing and going outside of the classroom like his teacher asked.

“What’s up?” Denki asked, as soon as he got outside and Aizawa closed the door.

“I forbid you from asking her to the dance,” Aizawa simply said.

“What? How did you even know?” Denki asked.

“I heard you talking to Kirishima about it and I’m not okay with it,” Aizawa said, going to walk past him and into the classroom.

“Wait, but, Mr. Aizawa, I really like her and I-”

“Kaminari, I said no,” Aizawa said, slipping past him and into the classroom. Denki stood there, defeated, for a few moments, before he finally sighed and walked inside the classroom, throwing the chocolates into the trash. Kirishima frowned at this and gave Kaminari a questioning look as he walked over to his seat and sat at his desk, upset because of what Aizawa said to him. Aizawa brushed it off, thinking that he would get over it, and you two would never end up together, boy was he wrong.

You ended up getting asked to the dance by one of the boys in another class at U.A., but he was still the same age as you. Everything had gone great so far. You two hung out prior, got to know each other, matched his tie to your dress, but when the time finally came, you were sitting outside of the building, waiting for him to meet you there, and you had been waiting for about forty-five minutes. The mascara you were wearing was now running down your cheeks as you cried when you realized that he stood you up.

Aizawa had been monitoring the dance, looking around, wondering where you went. He had remembered talking to you before you went inside. You took so much time to pick out the perfect dress, and to do your makeup, and now you weren’t anywhere at the dance. Aizawa walked out the front doors, and looked to one side, before looking to the other and meeting your e/c eyes.

“Hi dad,” you said, sniffling, looking up at him.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Where’s your date?” Aizawa asked, looking around, before bending down to your level.

“He stood me up,” you replied, sniffling, “It’s fine though, I think I’m just going to go back to the dorms.” You went to stand up but Aizawa put a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Stay right here,” he said, standing up and going inside. As soon as he went inside, he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair, and began walking towards it. He really didn’t want to do this, but you were upset and you liked Denki, it might of been the only thing that would make your night better, and that was all that Aizawa wanted.

“Kaminari,” Aizawa simply said. After hearing his name, Denki looked over at Aizawa.

“Yeah, Mr. Aizawa, what’s up?” Denki asked, sounding a bit upset because he was suddenly reminded of the fact that he wasn’t allowed to date you, even if you wanted to date him.

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“Hey cutie,” Denki asked, sitting down beside you, startling you. You hadn’t even heard the door open. He immediately handed you a handful of napkins and sat a cup of water beside you. He frowned at your tear stained cheeks and your messy makeup before speaking again, “You okay?”

“Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you said, furiously wiping at at your cheeks and eyes with the napkins, so Denki didn’t see too many of your tears.

“Alright, then get a sip of water, and let’s go,” Denki said, holding the cup of water towards you. You furrowed your brows at the cup and looked at him.

“Go where?” You asked.

“Inside, to the dance,” Denki said, “Hurry, drink up. I’m sure your throat is sore from crying.”

“How did you know that-”

“Somebody told me that they saw you,” Denki replied, “And I heard what happened. Don’t worry about him, I’m sure he wasn’t all that great, and he definitely wasn’t if he stood somebody like you, up.” You reached forward and took the cup, chugging the whole thing. Denki smiled at this and helped you up, before beginning to lead you towards the doors.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, “My makeup is all messy, I probably look-”

“You look beautiful, now get in here and dance with me,” Denki said, dragging you inside and to the dance floor. He immediately pulled you into him and you rested your head on his chest (if you’re taller than Denki then either pretend that he’s taller or that you’re shorter), wrapping your arms around his neck. You sighed in contentment as you two swayed to the music.

“Thank you,” you said, closing your eyes and enjoying being this close to your crush.

“Does this mean that you like me back?” Denki asked, as you opened your eyes again.

“Yeah, yeah, it does,” you replied, “Want to be my boyfriend?”

“If you’ll be my girlfriend,” Denki replied, causing you to smile.

“Gladly,” you replied, and you made eye contact with your dad. You could tell he didn’t like the fact that you were dancing with a boy, and it sort of freaked you out that he was going to scold you. But then he gave a nod of approval, causing you to smile and continue dancing with Denki.

Sure, maybe Aizawa didn’t like you dating somebody as flirty as Denki, but if you were happy, then he was happy, and that was all that mattered.

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lilliagradiewrites · 3 years

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say that you’re mine (harry styles)

Summary: You and Harry attend a Christmas party for the cast and crew of Don’t Worry Darling, and a guy gets a little too flirty for Harry’s liking.

WC: 1.9k

WARNINGS: drinking/alcohol, cursing, and jealousy i guess? not sure if that needs a warning, but it’s the main content of this piece. This has mentions of sexy time, but no actual smut.

A/N: Here we go!!! I have loved Harry for so long and have been wanting to write for him forever. I’ve written many things, but none of them turned out well enough for me to upload them. This one turned out pretty okay, so I hope you guys like it! I know this is different than my usual content, but if any harries happen across it, I hope they enjoy it. If you want, replace Harry with Rudy Pankow, and DWD with OBX Season 2 lol.

I love you all so much, and I hope you enjoy!!!

LET’S DO IT!!!

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The night started out strong. You looked good, you felt good. A few drinks had already been consumed before arriving at the event, and so you were already in the party mood. Harry, your boyfriend of over a year, looked gorgeous as always. Everything was perfect.

Until him.

Harry noticed the guy’s infatuation with you long before you did. You were out on the dance floor, looking amazing, having the time of your life. A smile was on your face as you moved your body to the music. You looked genuinely happy, and the sight made Harry even happier. He watched you intently, his eyes focused on nothing else but you.

Something began to feel off, however, and he quickly noticed that his eyes weren’t the only pair that were locked on your body.

Across the room, another man watched you with the same intensity as Harry, sipping his drink sensually. Harry didn’t like it. Not. At. All.

He had always been incredibly possessive over you, but especially when you looked like this. It was rare that you got super dressed up like this, and you looked incredible. Your makeup was done flawlessly, and your hair looked stunning. You were breathtaking.

And that dress. God, that dress.

It was a little black number that you had gotten a while ago, and you had been waiting patiently for months to have a reason to wear it. When Harry had told you about the cast Christmas party, you had mainly been excited to pull this dress from the back of your closet, where it had been collecting dust since you purchased it.

Harry had a love-hate relationship with the dress.

He loved it because you looked so fucking good in it.

He hated it because you looked so fucking good in it.

Of course he loved seeing you in it. He got to admire what was his, every curve on full display.

But, the issue was, that if he could see it, everyone else could, too.

Men had been ogling you all night, making his jaw clench and his hand form into fists, but none of them were like this guy.

The man was watching you with such intensity, Harry was surprised he hadn’t burned holes through your skin.

It took a lot of self control for Harry to keep from walking over and punching the absolute shit out of that guy.

When you eventually walked back over, Harry took the opportunity to show that man who you belonged to.

“Hey, lovie. Havin’ fun?” He asked as you approached him.

“Mhm, I-” Your words were cut off by your boyfriend grabbing your waist and pulling you in close, kissing you roughly.

You kissed back for a moment before pulling away, shock evident on your face.

“Woah.” You breathed. “What was that for? I mean I liked it, but…”

“Just showin’ you how that dancin’ you did made me feel.”

Your cheeks reddened immediately, and you dropped his gaze. Before you could look too far away forever, he was taking your chin into his hand, guiding your face to meet his.

“Don’ get all shy on me now, lovie. When you danced like tha’, wearin’ a dress like tha’, you lost the privilege.”

You giggled lightly, your cheeks growing even redder.

“Now, darlin’, I have to go talk to that guy,” He pointed across the room to a man in a fancy suit, “about shooting dates for next year. We can talk about this more when I come back, mm?”

All you could was nod. By your reaction to his words, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He gave you a wink that left you flustered as ever, and went on his way.

Now you stood alone, and didn’t exactly know what to do. You could go back out and dance until Harry was finished, but you felt as if your knees might collapse because of your previous encounter. Your only other option was to sit at the bar, and you were wanting another drink anyway. So, you found an empty seat and sat yourself in it, waiting for the bartender to come over to you.

Unbeknown to you, a man was headed your way, his eyes trained on the empty seat beside you.

Though you had no idea, Harry, across the room, was watching the guys’ every move. He had been keeping an eye on the man ever since he caught the guy watching you on the dance floor. As soon as he noticed the guy walking over to you, Harry’s jaw grew firm, and his fist clenched.

He willed himself to have self control, but also knew that if the guy laid a finger on you, he wouldn’t be able to keep his composure.

At the bar, the bartender had finally approached you, and you smiled politely as she greeted you.

“Hi, honey, what can I get for you?”

“An old-fashioned, please.”

“Alright, coming right up.”

You thanked the bartender as she turned around to begin making your drink. At this point, the stranger from the other side of the room had made his way over, and he slid into the seat beside you.

“Oh- hello.” You said, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the man.

“Hey, how are you? I’m Jason.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

The man nodded, a charming smile on his face. “Y/N.” He echoed. “That’s very pretty.”

“Thank you.” You politely replied. At this point, the bartender was walking up to you from behind the counter, your old-fashioned in her hand.

“One old-fashioned for you, honey. That’ll be 10.23.”

Jason, the man sitting beside you, reached quickly for his wallet. “Here, let me get that for you.”

“No, it’s okay.” You said immediately, knowing Harry wouldn’t like it if someone else bought you a drink. “I’m alright. Thank you though.”

“No, really, I-” Jason tried to insist, but you were already handing your card to the bartender.

Jason, who’s cheeks were now slightly pink, put his wallet back in his pocket.

“An old-fashioned, huh?” He said, very obviously as an attempt to make light conversation. “A classic. Not many people here like stuff like that, usually get the super fruity shit.”

Going along with it to be polite, you replied. “Yeah, I prefer simpler drinks. I don’t like anything too fancy.”

“I usually get a Manhattan, myself.” Jason says, motioning to the drink in his hand.

“I’ve never had one. They aren't terribly different from an old-fashioned, right?”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, they’re quite similar. If you finish that one, I’ll buy you a Manhattan so you can taste the difference for yourself.”

You shook your head. He clearly didn’t get the hint the first time. “That’s very sweet, but I’m alright. This will probably be my last drink for the night.”

“You sure? I’d really like to get one for you.”

“Yes, I’m sure. But thank you.”

Jason just nodded, not knowing what else to say.

From across the room, Harry was still having his conversation with the Assistant Director, but was barely focused on it. The only thing he could focus on was you and that guy, sitting and having a conversation at the bar. What was he saying to you? Why was he smiling like that? Why were YOU smiling? The whole thing frustrated him, and he couldn’t wait for this conversation to end so that he could go over there.

“So, what do you do on set? Are you in the cast?” You were still talking to Jason, not knowing what else to do as you waited for your boyfriend to return.

“I work in audio. Microphones, boom mics, and voiceover shit. I’m behind the scenes, so you probably haven’t seen me much. Are you in the cast?”

“Oh, no, I came with-”

“Me.” A familiar voice came over your shoulder, and you turned to find Harry behind you.

“Harry Styles, nice to meet you.” He was talking to Jason, but his hands slid around your waist. You could tell by the way that his brow was furrowed that he wasn’t too happy.

“Oh, shit. The Harry Styles? Nice to meet you, man.” It took Jason a second to realize that Harry was holding you, but once he did, it was obvious. His eyebrows raised, his eyes went wide. “Oh, Y/N, you came with him? Are the two of you dating?”

“Yes, we are.” Harry spoke for you. He turned his head in your direction so that he was speaking into your ear, but talked loud enough for Jason to hear. “I have someone I want you meet, love, so we should probably head over there.”

You nodded quickly. “Okay.” You stood up from your chair, giving Jason another polite smile. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Jason. Maybe I’ll see you around the set when I’m there visiting.”

Jason nodded and smiled. “Have a good night.”

You took your drink from the counter as Harry took your hand, dragging you away from the bar and toward the back corner of the room. It took you a second, but you eventually realized that he wasn’t leading you to meet anyone.

You were headed towards the bathrooms.

When you arrived at your destination, Harry pulled the door open as dragged you inside, closing and locking it after you were both in.

When he rounded on you, your cheeks went pink with nerves.

“You think that was funny, love? Flirtin’ with another guy at one of MY work events? You think that’s cute?”

All you could do was nod.

“Words, baby. I want an answer. Was flirtin’ with him funny to you?”

“Wasn’t flirting with him.” You squeaked out, the color in your cheeks even darker.

“You weren’t flirtin’ with him? Then why were you smilin’ like tha’?”

“I was just trying to be nice, Haz. You know, treat people with kindness?”

Harry’s eyes darkened immediately, and he grabbed your chin, yanking it upwards so that you’d meet his eyes.

“Don’ play tha’ game with me, lovie. Not tonight.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between yours, and you felt a warmth grow in your lower half.

“I saw the way he was lookin’ at you. He was watchin’ you all night. Was practically fuckin’ you with his eyes.” Harry's voice was menacing, and you were beginning to melt under his gaze. “I didn’t like tha’. Not. At. All.”

Harry took his free hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you abruptly into him you yelped at the sudden movement.

“You are mine, Y/N. Just mine.”

You nodded, but Harry wanted more.

“Say it. Say that you’re mine.”

“I-I’m yours, Harry. I’m all yours.”

“That’s righ’.” He said, releasing you from his grip. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m goin’ to say goodbye to Olivia and Florence and a few other people, and then we are going home so I can really show you who you belong to, alrigh’? Finish your drink, return the glass, and then come find me. Don’ you dare talk to that guy, alrigh’?”

You nodded for what felt like the millionth time that night, and Harry reached around you to unlock the door and open it.

As you walked out of the bathroom, you looked towards the bar. Jason was no longer sitting there, and you could see him anywhere near there. You headed straight over there, wanting to follow Harry’s instructions exactly.

As you walked, you couldn’t help but be excited for what would happen when you got home.

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night-fallz · 3 years

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XY’s Muse

Based on this prompt

Like I have stated before, this is my first fanfic. Please let me know what you think of it. Any kind of criticism will be welcome.

uploaded on 01/23/21

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Chapter 2

XY was staring at the ceiling. A week has already passed. And he still couldn't stop thinking about the day he spent with Marinette. It was the most fun he'd had in a while.

Before the whole Silencer fiasco, his father would not stop pressuring him to produce a new song. So when they met up for dinner and his dad came up with the idea of stealing someone else's music, he couldn’t bring himself to decline.

XY knew it was wrong.

But all he wanted was the chance to finally impress his dad. Bob Roth might not have the best attitude towards him, but he was all XY had left.

Xy already lost his mom. He would not lose his dad too.

At least, that's what he believed. He should've known that his father was just using him for money. According to his dad, money was the most valuable thing in life.

XY scoffed. He should've known better. He should've known that all his father thought of hi-

He felt a buzz in his pocket and his face immediately brightened. Marinette just texted him!

Marinette: what's up?

Marinette: have u been inspired yet?

Marinette gave XY the idea to just sit back and let inspiration hit him. It was a common idea but it was one that most people tend to forget in the long run.

XY: nothing much

XY: and nope.

XY: my dad has been pressuring me to come up with something tho

Marinette: ignore him

Marinette: he's just mad cause he can't get any ladies

The three dots popped up on his screen.

Marinette: OH CRAP I'M LATE

Marinette: TTYL.

XY rolled his eyes and smiled.

They've been texting back and forth these past few days. He's learned so many things about her and vice versa.

It was nice. It's been a while since XY has had a friend.

Maybe she'll be even more, XY couldn’t help but think as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Huh," XY said out loud. "Even more"

And just like that, inspiration for his next song hit him.

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Marinette was thinking of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed musician when she heard her phone ring.

"Tikki!" she screamed, staring at her phone as if it was Hawkmoth himself.. "He's calling me. XY is calling me."

Tikki sighed and floated next to Marinette, "Maybe you should answer it. It would be pretty rude to keep him waiting."

"Right, right," Marinette answered his call and hoped her voice didn’t sound as squeaky as she thought it did.. "Hey."

"Hey."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Marinette didn’t know what to do. She glanced at the small goddess.

Tikki rolled her eyes at their awkwardness as she gestured to the phone. Ask him why he called you, she mouthed to Marinette.

Marinette nodded. That was a smart idea. "So," Marinette cleared her throat. "Why did you call me?"

"Right, Uhm." Marinette heard him shuffling around his room. "You know how you've been asking me if I was inspired and stuff?"

Marinette's eyes grew wide and a huge smile took over her face as she started to nod before remembering that he couldn't see her. "Yep." she eagerly said, "Did you find any?"

"Yes!" Marinette could hear the excitement in his voice. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to design the outfits for my music video."

Marinette's eyes looked shocked. "Yes!" she jumped around in excitement before remembering she was still in a call with XY. "Why me though?"

XY’s voice sounded confused.. "What do you mean, why you? You're literally perfect for it. You're talented. Plus, everyone loves your designs."

Marinette’s cheeks resembled a tomato. She has never been more thankful for the fact that he couldn't see her right now.

"Thank you." Marinette managed to mumble. "That really means a lot."

"You're welcome." XY said. Marinette had a feeling he was smiling though. "I have to go and have my dad listen to the demo. But I'll text you later, okay?"

"Yep," Marinette whispered and gave Tikki a cookie. "Good luck. I know that whatever song you came up with is gonna sound good. No matter what he'll say."

Marinette heard a faint "Thanks" from the phone before the call ended.

Marinette screamed into her pillow and looked up and saw Tikki look at her with amusement. “I think I like him.”

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"So, what do you think?" XY asked as his father finished listening to his song. "Is it bad? Do you think people will like it?"

Bob Roth grinned at his son. "This is a Masterpiece. Where did you find this?" He gestured to the video of XY singing the song, "Who did you steal this from?"

XY's proud smile immediately turned into a scowl. "What do you mean, who did I steal this from?" He yelled at his dad, his blue eyes glaring at him as he grabbed the demo from the table. "I made it. I came up with it myself." XY felt his eyes tearing up. "Something you would actually know if you thought of me as something more than a money-making machine."

How could he? XY thought as he climbed up the stairs. Is it that hard to believe that I could come up with something good?

XY slammed his door shut. "All I wanted was to prove to him that I wasn't a talentless son." XY put his hands on his face. "I just wanted to make him proud."

XY felt a buzz in his pocket and immediately knew that it was Marinette. After all, she’s the only one that ever texts him.

Marinette: how did it go?

Marinette: did he like it?

XY wiped away the tears that were starting to come out of his eyes. He couldn't help but smile. Marinette certainly had an effect on him.

XY: he called it a masterpiece

Marinette: yes! I knew he would like it.

XY: yeah

XY: but then he asked me who i stole it from

Marinette: THAT JERK

Marinette: WTF

Marinette: THAT's SO MESSED UP

Marinette: HOW COULD HE-

Marinette: DO YOU WANT ME TO BEAT HIM UP FOR YOU????

XY laughed at her text messages. He only started to text her and he already felt better.

XY: no, it's fine

XY: i actually yelled at him

Marinette: ...

Marinette: do you feel better?

XY: actually, yep.

XY: he's a really sucky father

Marinette: for some reason, a lot of the blondes i know have a toxic parent

Marinette: it's kinda sad

XY: maybe it's a paris thing

They texted back and forth, XY laughing at the memes Marinette sent.

XY: You're definitely a daughter of Athena

Marinette: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

Marinette: is that a percy jackson reference i see

XY: yep

XY: have u read the books?

Marinette: duh

Marinette: you haven't lived til you've read the books

Marinette: sadly, the movies sucked tho

XY: I KNOW

XY: ANNABETH WASN'T EVEN BLONDE

Marinette: EXACTLY!!

Marinette: SJSJSJSJSJSJ

Marinette: THE MOVIES SCARED ME FOR LIFE

XY: oh yeah

XY: before i forget

XY: what's ur insta?

Marinette: which one

XY scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion.

XY: What do you mean by which one?

Marinette: i have two

Marinette: one as my personal one and the other one for commissions and stuff

XY: ohhh

XY: smart

Marinette: i know ;)

Marinette: my personal one is @Mdupaincheng and the one for my commissions one if @MDCdesigns

XY switched his apps and searched up Marinette's personal instagram. He clicked on the first result that came up.

The profile picture was Marinette in a blue, silky dress that went just above her ankle. There was a slit on her left leg that showed her knee. It was nighttime and Marinette was practically glowing under the city lights. She was staring at something on her right side, with one hand running through her silky black hair which was down for once.

She looked hot.

After XY stopped admiring her profile picture, he finally noticed her follower count.

She had 200,000 followers. 200,000.

It wasn't as high as XY's follower count, that was still quite a lot.

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XY: i didn't know u were insta famous

Marinette: wdym?

Marinette: which acc

XY: ur personal one

XY: u have over 200k followers

Marinette thought that she read his text wrong. There's no way that Marinette had that many followers. 200,000? There was no way.

Marinette: ur lying

XY: I'm not.

XY: check ur acc

It's been a while since Marinette has logged onto her personal account. The hate she got the last time she's been signed in was too much for her and when Alya told her to log out and just focus on her other account, @MDCdesigns, she couldn't bring herself to argue against her.

Marinette hasn't even thought of that account since that day. So when she logged in and saw that XY wasn't lying, she accidentally dropped her phone in shock.

Tikki looked at Marinette with a questioning look.

Marinette ignored her kwami and texted the blue-eyes boy back.

Marinette: HOLY SHIT

Marinette: I HAVE 200k FOLLOWERS

Marinette: HOW TF DID THAT HAPPEN

XY: when was the last time you checked ur acc

Marinette: about 3 months ago

Marinette: the media thought i was adrien's gf and his fangirls came at me

Marinette: i got a ton of hate and a friend of mine told me to log out and just focus on my @MDCdesigns acc

Marinette: so i did

Marinette: i haven't thought abt that acc since then

XY: the fangirls were probably just jealous

XY: it's been months so they probably calmed down

XY: I'm looking through the comments rn and so far the latest hate comment you've got was about 2 weeks ago

XY: you've got a bit of a fanbase yk

Marinette: WHAT DO I DO

Marinette: DO I JUST CONTINUE NOT TO POST OR SHOULD I POST SOMETHING ON MY STORY ABT HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR 200k

Marinette: HOW COME NONE OF MY FRIENDS TOLD ME ABT THIS

XY: don't post anything rn

XY: post a picture of yourself and the caption it something that shows ur thankful for the number of followers u received

XY: OH

XY: a few hours before u post the picture, make sure u post on ur story abt how ur back from ur break on social media

XY: that way ppl will understand why u haven't been active

XY: it'll also have ppl prepared for ur post and they'll be waiting for u to post it

XY: that'll give u more engagement and stuff

Marinette: thank u

Marinette: that was really helpful

Marinette: when should i post something?

Marinette: AND I STILL DONT KNOW WHY MY FRIENDS DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABT THIS

XY: u told ur friend that u were taking a break from social media right?

Marinette: yes

XY: then they probably weren't expecting u to post anything so they weren't checking ur insta

XY: u should post something on the weekend

XY: that way ppl wouldn't bother u during school this week

XY: if u want i can help u come up with ideas tomorrow?

Marinette: yes, please!

Marinette: do u wanna come over

Marinette: we can plan it in my room so that ppl won't overhear us

XY: guess I'll see u tomorrow then

XY: just text me the time ur available and I'll be there

Marinette: make sure to wear a disguise tho!

Marinette: we got lucky last time and no tabloids caught us

XY: ur right

XY: we must've been really lucky if no one got a pic of us

XY: but okay

XY: I'll wear my best disguise

XY: goodnight, princess

Marinette blinked a few times, making sure she read the text correctly.

Princess.

Marinette: goodnight ♥

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pedros-mustache · 3 years

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the rising sun

summary: “be still, sad heart! and cease repining / behind the clouds the sun is still shining.” — henry wadsworth longfellow

word count: 2.8k

warnings: angst, discussion of depression/anxiety, general not-so-happy tone to the whole thing, some fluff thrown in there for good measure

a/n: to be honest, i almost didn’t post this. i’ve not been doing well the last week, and this fic is pretty indicative of my current mental state. i decided to upload it despite my reservations and embarrassment on the hope that this might give someone struggling just like a me a moment of peace. xoxo. ❤️

it’s raining when marcus comes home.

you sit on the living room’s padded window seat, plush blanket tangled around your legs, forehead pressed against the chill windowpane at your side. bloated raindrops slide down the glass, and you watch, halfheartedly willing one raindrop to reach the lip of the window before another.

the narrow street below your window is empty. puddles gather on the red brick sidewalks, and the birch trees planted in small earthen squares along the road tremble with each sharp gust of rainy wind. it’s cold out. you can feel the chill through the window, but you don’t pull away.

you hear the front door shut and marcus toe his shoes off. his keys jingle as they drop to the catch-all bowl on the foyer table, and then he’s hurrying into the kitchen, shouting as he goes. you can’t see him from where you sit, but his voice carries through the small apartment. you blame the high ceilings and exposed brick walls. sound travels too easily in this space, and sometimes it's too much for you to bear. you sink lower on the window seat, shutting your eyes against the sound of his voice.

“hey! sorry i’m late. there was this—this thing at work, and then i had to get the groceries, but then i forgot about dinner—” he sighs heavily, places something on the kitchen island that crinkles. “whatever, it doesn’t matter. i’m home. d’you have a good day?”

you huff in response. the sound gets trapped in the blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders.

“i got chinese.”

he’s close now, his voice dropped to an even timbre. you can feel him, feel the sudden shift of his mood when he enters the living room and sees you, curled up on the window seat like a pillbug caught in a storm. where he was unruffled before, on the verge of relaxing after a long day of work, he is now worried, concern rolling off him in crashing waves.

you hate that you do this to him.

“you okay, bug?”

opening your eyes, you tilt your head over your shoulder to look at him. you manage a weary smile, wavering around the edges, entirely unconvincing and pathetic. “mhm. just tired ‘s all. long day.”

marcus’s brow pinches. he puts his hands in his pockets, and the jacket around his shoulders tightens with the movement. “you’ve been tired a lot the last few days,” he says. his words are slow, calculated, like he’s dancing around the point.

you shrug, dancing around the point with him, a slow-footed, wary sort of dance. “i guess.”

“are you sure you—” he stops talking, removes a hand from his pockets, drags his thumb over his lower lip as he stares at you. his brown eyes are warm, and his stare is intense. it’s as if he’s trying to peel back all of your layers with his eyes alone, each bat of his long eyelashes another layer closer to the most vulnerable places of your heart.

you sit up, suddenly nervous under his scrutinizing gaze. frowning, you brush a stray lock of hair away from your face, teeth tugging at your lower lip. “what? what are you staring at me for?” there’s more than a bite to your tone, and you wince at the harsh sound of your voice.

he doesn’t deserve that.

turning your face away, you return your gaze to the puddle third from left of your front tire. it’s grown bigger, and your car’s reflection seems to flutter as wind pushes across the top of the pool of water.

“can i sit?”

you look from marcus to his outstretched hand to the empty space across from you on the seat. after your timid nod, he sits with another heavy sigh, his second of the night. you wonder how often you are the one to make him sigh like that.

he leans his head against the wall and watches as a bird swoops down from the roof ledge to a tree across the street. he sits in an awkward sort of fold, his legs too long to sit comfortably on the seat with you there as well. twisted at the waist, legs stretched to the side, he folds his hands in his lap and inhales deeply then exhales through his mouth.

your face softens as you wait for him to speak. you inhale too, mirroring the slow rise and fall of his chest with deep breathing of your own. the panic that’s gripped you all day begins to ebb. the blurry edges of your vision clears, and he comes into focus. for a moment, you allow yourself to study the lines of his neck, his sun-kissed skin, and strong jaw. he’s solid and firm in all the places you are not—physically, mentally, emotionally.

your chest tightens again at the thought.

he shifts his gaze away from the cramped georgetown street. “you forget to breathe when you’re anxious.”

ducking your head, you nod. “i know.” with a sigh of your own, you meet his eyes through the tops of your lashes. “i’m sorry.”

“why are you apologizing?”

“well, i don’t… i mean—” you shake your head, caught off guard by his question and the earnest look on his face. why does he have to look at you like that? so open and honest and caring? he shouldn’t look at you like that, not when you’re like this.

you study your knees, pushed tight against your chest. there’s a frayed thread on your pant leg. you pluck it off and drop it to the side. finally, you say, “i’ve been off the last few days, haven’t really been myself. i know i’m not fun when i’m like this…”

“not fun?” marcus scoffs as though offended, and your head snaps up to level him a glare. registering the look on your face, he lifts his hands in surrender. “wait a second—i wasn’t making fun. i just—” he tilts his head to the side. “baby, you don’t have to be fun all the time.”

your shoulders sag. you look away. you can’t look at him too long. he’s too good to you.

in the year and a half you’ve been with marcus, you’ve had your bad days. they come and go. you’ve taken to comparing your bad days to the ice-cream truck which wanders through your neighborhood from time to time. it’s never consistent, always appearing out of the blue after an extended absence, looking more and more worn down upon each new arrival. your bad days are like the neighborhood ice-cream truck.

marcus has seen you in your anxious moments: the afternoons where it hits you and suddenly you can’t breathe or think clearly and everything feels topsy-turvy. those moments you can handle yourself. you know what to do and how to bounce back without causing too much of a fuss.

he’s seen you in your depressed moments too: the evenings where all you want to do is curl in bed and never leave, your thoughts a swirling mess of perceived rejection and bleakness and despair. those moments you prefer to work through on your own, though he makes it abundantly clear he’s only an arm’s reach away. still, you know what to do and how to bounce back without causing too much of a fuss.

you don’t like to cause a fuss.

this week, though—fuck, this week has been bad, and you both know it.

from the moment you wake, it starts: muscle-gripping fear, racing heart, dry mouth, and weary limbs. you stumble through your morning routine, pushing it all down, down, down because you have to go to work. you have to do your job. life doesn’t stop just because you’re anxious.

when you come home in the afternoons, the bed is waiting, cold and unmade. you sleep—sleep the worry away and the fatigue away. it’s all you can do to be ready for marcus to return from the city. he doesn’t need to see you like this, a lump of trembling hands and bone-deep exhaustion.

this isn’t what he signed up for.

for a week you’ve been hanging on by a thread, shoving him and everyone else in your path away because it’s what’s easiest. you can take care of yourself. no one needs the added weight of caring for you, least of all marcus. if you opened the door, let him have a peek inside, he’d know, he’d see—it’s too much. it’s better if you keep this part of yourself to yourself.

“bug?”

you pull your face away from your elbow. “yeah?”

“come here.” he opens his arms, and it’s an invitation you cannot decline.

the transition from your side of the window seat to his is awkward. it’s a tangle of arms and legs in the narrow space, an elbow against his stomach, a grunt of pain, and a hurried whisper of apology. when you settle your back against his chest, his warmth pushes through the chill clinging to your skin. you’ve been sitting by the window too long. you turn your face to press your cheek against his shoulder, winding both of your arms around his bicep. you squeeze tight, inhaling his cologne and the raindrops still clinging to his jacket.

“there.” his chest rumbles beneath you when he speaks. “that’s better.”

“marcus, i—”

he shushes you with a gentle whisper. “hold on. just breathe with me, okay?”

you swallow past the lump in your throat and nod against his arm.

inhale, exhale—you follow his lead.

your eyes drift shut. he feels good, safe and steady.

unbidden, tears prick your eyes, and you are powerless to stop them. you push your face further against his arm to stem the sudden flow of tears. the taste of salt floods your mouth, and you sniff hard, dragging the back of one hand across your cheeks. marcus doesn’t say anything. he just drags his hand over your hair, his own cheek pressed to the crown of your head. he holds you tight, and you surrender to the weight of his arms around you, his body pressed against yours.

when the tears stop, you sit up to wipe your face. marcus drops his hand from your head to your back. his touch is smooth and gentle, and you laugh against the ridiculousness of it all.

“i’m sorry,” you say, dragging your sleeve under your nose. “i know you didn’t come home anticipating this.”

marcus is quiet for a moment. his palm spreads across the width of your lower back. you can feel the warmth of his skin perimate the thin cotton of your sleep shirt. “baby?” you turn your face to him. “you gotta stop apologizing.”

you swallow hard with a nod. “yeah, i know. i’m so—” he quirks an eyebrow, and you laugh despite yourself. “you’re right.”

“come here,” he says again. “lean back.”

you do as you're told, your head nestled against his shoulder. he slides his hands down your arms, a slow drag, until he can fit his fingers between yours and squeeze. he kisses your temple, and the hair on his cheek tickles your skin.

“i love you,” he whispers.

you smile—a genuine smile, small as it is.

inhaling deeply, you decide to lay it all on the table. you love marcus. if he ever asked, you’d marry him in a heartbeat. but you’re tired of running from him when all he’s ever done is proven himself to be a gentleman with a heart of solid gold. he deserves to know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but it. even if it drives him away in the end.

“when i was a freshman in college,” you start, shifting your back against his chest. “i dated this guy. we were together for only a few months, but he was a real asshole.” the way marcus stiffens behind you, his arms tightening reflexively around your middle, warms your cheeks. his subtle display of protectiveness emboldens your story, and you continue with a clearer voice.

“i was really anxious back then, like every day. it was a constant battle between myself and my anxiety, and he hated it. one night we were on the phone and i was telling him about my day and he got really quiet and then he told me, ‘i can’t deal with your anxiety. it’s too much.’ i’ve never forgotten that.”

when marcus says nothing in response, you twist to face him, laying your hand flat against his chest. you can feel his heartbeat beneath your palm. it beats fast, a hurried gallop in his chest. his eyes dart back and forth between yours, his lips parted in something akin to shock. you don’t give him a chance to speak before you continue.

“marcus? please—please tell me you can deal with it. i don’t know what i’d do if you couldn’t.”

marcus’s face crumbles. with tears welling in his eyes, he lifts his hands to cup your face. “oh my god, baby,” he breathes, rolling his forehead over yours. “i’m so sorry.”

he kisses you. it’s short and sweet and perhaps another thread in his apology. you grip his wrist, holding him tight, willing him to stay—stay with you now and forever, until the sun no longer shines and the earth vanishes to dust.

when you break apart, he skims his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks. “what a fucking loser,” he says, and you laugh, tossing your head back at the sheer vitriol lacing his words. it’s not often marcus gets angry. to see a red flush on his cheeks and frustration in his brow, all over some guy you haven’t thought about in years, it makes your heart flutter in the best possible way. “no, i mean it! god, what an asshole.”

he sucks in a breath and catches your eyes. his thumb and forefinger move to grip your chin, a gentle hold but one that leaves you powerless to ignore anything he’s about to say. you steel yourself, lungs tight with anticipation.

“it—this—you.” he shakes his head. “it’s not something i deal with. i don’t deal with it. do you hear me? say you do.”

eyes misty, you nod. “i do. i hear you, marcus.”

“i want to take care of you. that’s why we’re together. we’re a team. teammates rely on one another—”

“marcus, i don’t watch sports.”

he smirks. “just humor me.” releasing his hold on your chin, he smooths his hand down the side of your face. “i want to help you. you don’t need to carry this all by yourself.”

“i just thought that—”

“look, all guys are idiots. if you’re feeling some type of way, you gotta tell me. i can’t read minds. but all guys aren’t assholes. i want to help you.”

you cover the hand on your cheek with your fingers and nuzzle your nose against his palm. “i love you.”

“i love you more. really, i do. more than the stars in the sky and all the—”

you pull your face away with a grimace, holding up your hand to stop him. “okay, please, that’s too much. too sweet, too schmaltzy. try and preserve some of your dignity.”

marcus laughs, a deep, hearty sound that warms you to the center of your being. he winds an arm around the small of your back to draw you close, his lips descending to the curve of your neck. he peppers your skin with kisses—warm ones, wet ones, gentle ones—until you push at his shoulders. he drops back against the wall, chest heaving and eyes glistening with mirth.

you catch your lower lip in your teeth and shake your head. “you hopeless romantic you.”

“guilty as charged.”

sliding out from between his legs, you drop to the floor. “you said you got chinese?”

“yeah, but it might be a little cold by now.”

you offer him your hand. “that’s okay. i’m hungry.”

marcus slides his fingers between yours. “i’ll warm it up then.”

as he leads you to the kitchen, your bare feet padding behind his socked ones, you catch a glimpse of the world outside. it’s no longer raining. the clouds have parted, revealing a bright sun. the sun’s rays drench the street in the warm glow of sunset, all orange and pale yellow and dusky red. you smile and lean against marcus’s arm as he sets about warming dinner in the microwave. he follows your eyeline to the window and throws an arm around your shoulders.

“do you want to go on a walk after dinner?”

looking up, you grin. “yeah, that would be nice.”

“the rain never stays forever.”

he’s not talking about the weather, and you both know it. you squeeze his hand.

“no, i guess it doesn’t.”

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pm writes

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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we’re too stupid ~ the vlog squad

word count: 1885

request?: yes!

@iawaythrown “May I ask for a vlog squad x popular youtube reader

The reader has their own very popular youtube channel/podcast like a scientific/space podcast. (Like a Vsauce\GameTheory channel) The vlog squad and the reader fan base (somehow) always wants them to collab. One day David says "It won't happen because the reader probably doesn't like us." This ends up getting everyone on the podcast.”

description: when their favorite youtubers show interest in being on their podcast, they jump at the chance to invite them on

pairing: vlog squad x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“You know what I’ve been listening to a lot lately?” Scotty asked David on the newest vlog David had uploaded. You were watching the vlog on your TV while you prepared to upload the newest episode of your podcast. You had a drink half raised to your lips when Scott responded to his own question, “The Spaced Out podcast.”

Your drink nearly slipped from your hand at the mention of your podcast. You were sure you had imagined it, so you went back and repeated the part just to be sure. The name of your podcast slipped from Scott’s lips again and you had to pause the video to scream with excitement.

When you placed the video again, David spoke next. “Oh wait, is that the one about space and shit? You played it for me before.”

“Yeah! Man, it’s so interesting. I could honestly listen to the host talk about space all day,” Scott said.

“He keeps bringing it up during the Scottcast, too,” Jeff commented. “I’m starting to think he’d rather co-host that podcast instead of our own.”

“Man, I’d love to be on that podcast!”

You could hardly contain your excitement. Your favorite YouTubers knew who you were?! They knew your podcast?! You had to be dreaming, you were sure of it.

“There’s no way they’d ever have us on the podcast,” David was saying. “We’re too stupid and immature, they’d probably hate us.”

“Speak for yourself!” Zane, dressed in some weird costume for a bit, called, causing the boys to laugh together.

This gave you an idea. You put your laptop aside and opened Instagram on your phone. You searched the name “David Dobrik” and went to his DMs.

~~~~~~

A week later, your podcasting room was filled with 11 extra people than there normally was. The room was only small with a handful of seats, so a lot of your guests were squeezed in together or basically sat on one another. No one seemed to mind, though. Every single person in the room was super excited to be there.

“What’s up all my space geeks? Welcome back to another episode of The Spaced Out podcast, the podcast where we discuss super nerdy space things,” you started with your usual intro. “Today’s episode is a little different, though, as today I am joined by not one, not two, not even three, but eleven special guests. You heard me right, eleven. Special guests, wanna say hi?”

All eleven of your guests rang out with a chorus of, “Hello!”s at the one time, making it all come out as just a shouting mess. You laughed and waved a hand to silence them.

“In case you had trouble understanding what they were saying,” you said, “my guests today are David, Scotty, Toddy, Zane, Erin, Carly, Natalie, Heath, Mariah, Corinna, and Jeff, better known as a large chunk of YouTube’s biggest vlogging group: The Vlog Squad!”

The Vlog Squad cheered at their introduction as you just clapped your hands.

“Can I just say,” Heath said once the noise started to die down, “that I am impressed with how fast you said our names and how easy it was. You didn’t even stutter once.”

“I’ll be honest, when David told me exactly who was coming I prepared myself for this,” you admitted. “I’ve never had so many guests on the show before. Actually, I don’t know if I’ve ever had any guests at all. I don’t really know anyone in my real life that’s as interested in space and science as I am.”

“To be fair, none of us are, either,” Jeff joked, causing the room to laugh.

“Yeah, you picked the wrong people to be on your podcast,” Corinna added.

“You don’t have to have any sort of interest to be on the podcast, really. As long as you don’t mind me talking about my nerdy space obsession every now and then anyone is welcome on the podcast.”

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure everyone else could hear it. You were shocked that you were managing to remain so calm in that moment. Your favorite YouTubers were sitting right there in front of you, being guests on your podcast, and somehow you were acting as though they were just friends that you had convinced to come on the podcast.

“Is there any cool space facts you can share with us to get the ball rolling?” David asked.

“Dude, I’ve made over 300 episodes of this podcast that is literally all about space, you gotta narrow down your parameters there,” you told him.

“What’s your favorite space fact then?”

You thought for a moment, going through all the little facts you had in your mind. There was so much you could share with them that you really didn’t know where to start.

“Okay,” you said finally, “I have one. I think David will like this cause we all know he’s made of money: there is a planet that is called 55 Cancri e. It is over twice the size of Earth and it is potentially made of diamonds.”

They all gasped and made comments of astonishment at the same time at this.

“Like, literally made of diamonds?” Corinna asked.

“It’s hard to know for sure. It’s roughly 41 lightyears away so it’s not exactly easy to reach, but they think it’s made of graphite and diamonds,” you explained. “My favorite fact, and one that’s a little scary, is that it’s actually completely silent in space. Like not a single sound, because atmospheres around planets are what contain the soundwaves to make noise.”

“I told you,” David said, turning to face Scott. “We’re too stupid to be on this podcast.”

You all laughed together. “You guys aren’t stupid! I was just fascinated with space as a child and my parents let me feed into that fascination. They always bought me books about space and brought me to visit certain space centers. I was that kid that always said she was gonna grow up and be an astronaut. Instead, I just talk about them on the internet.”

Everything was going so well. You were getting to know your guests and they kept urging you to tell them facts and stories about space. You knew a lot of what you were telling them you had talked about on the podcast before, so devoted listeners probably wouldn’t be too interested in a lot of what you had to say in that episode, but you didn’t mind too much. You just loved to see the looks of astonishment on everyone’s faces as you continued to tell them fact after fact.

When you came to a segment you did in the podcast in which you would read messages from fans, you decided to your guests choose which messages to read and respond to. David took the tablet you used for this first and read through the thousands of messages you received between uploading your most recent episode and recording the current one.

“Are you going to talk about the new 4K pictures of Mars?” he read.

“Oh my God, yes!” you responded. “That will be next episode. I haven’t looked at them all yet because I wanna have a live reaction to them, but I did see one picture and it looks absolutely stunning.”

“It blew my mind how it just looked like a desert here,” Carly commented. “Mars is a lot more like Earth than we think. Sucks that we’ll never be able to live there or anything.”

“I don’t think we’ll never be able to live there, but I don’t think it’ll happen in our lifetimes,” you commented. “But that’s a whole other thing, let’s move on from that.”

“What has been your favorite space related story of the past year?” Natalie read the message she had picked.

“I don’t know if it’s my favorite, but it’s definitely one that I was very interested in reading: a star just vanished in 2020,” you responded. “Apparently that’s something that can just happen, stars can just suddenly disappear and no one knows where they went. This star from the Kinman dwarf galaxy that shined almost brighter than the sun just vanished between 2011 and 2020, and they have no explanation for it. That story stuck with me the most cause I just find it funny that a star that bright just vanished and no one can figure out where it went.”

They continued reading you messages for a while before passing your tablet back to you.

“While I wish I could sit here with you guys and talk about space and your vlogs forever, unfortunately we are running out of time,” you said. “I want to thank the Vlog Squad again for joining me on this episode, and I hope I didn’t bore you guys to death with my stories and facts.”

“Not at all!” David spoke. “I can’t speak for everyone, but I really enjoyed myself. Listening to you talk was really interesting.”

The rest of the group agreed. You tried not to blush from all their kind words.

“I always wanna thank our sponsors again. As always I appreciate them supporting my show, and of course I want you guys, the listeners. Your constant support for the show means so much to me. If you wanna hear more fun facts about space that you’ll never use in live, follow me on my social media. If you’re not already following the podcast, follow the podcast! I upload episodes every Friday, and if you want to be involved in the show be sure to send me your space related messages and maybe I’ll read them out on the next episode. Have a good weekend, little space geek out!”

You ended the recording and the group almost cheered for you. You smiled and stood to thank them again for coming on the show. You were shocked when Corinna pulled you into a hug, which caused the rest of the group to hug you one by one.

“This was the most fun I think I’ve ever had,” Erin commented. “Would you be open to having more guests on the show? I’d love to come back and to just listen to you talk for a full hour.”

The rest of the squad agreed. You really didn’t think you could feel any more excited or on cloud nine, but they kept surprising you.

“I would definitely be open to having guests again,” you replied. “If you guys ever wanna be on the show again, just send me a DM. I’d love to have you!”

“We’d love to have you on the vlogs sometime, too, if you’d be open for that,” David told you.

There they go again, making you feel like you had passed cloud nine and now were on a completely different planet with excitement.

“Y-Yeah!” you managed. “Of course, I’d love that!”

After some more small talk, you showed the group out and thanked them again for coming. Once you were sure they were gone and unable to see you, you began jumping for joy and exclaiming with excitement. You couldn’t believe it! You had just hosted a podcast with your favorite people, and they asked you to join them for filming sometime?!

“This is the best day of my life!”

#vlog squad #vlog squad imagine #jeff wittek #corinna kopf #natalie noel #todd smith #scotty sire #david dobrik #carly incontro #erin gilfoy #zane hijazi #heath hussar #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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halsteadsfave · 3 years

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Sex On Legs - Part 2 (j.l.s)

Part 1

Pairing: Jesse Lee Soffer x Reader

Word Count: 1611

Warnings: alcohol, possible spelling errors

A/N: here is part 2 for you! hope you’ll enjoy (: Once again: Send in some request! You can send some prompts too!

xoxo

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Climbing into Jesse’s car, you were putting on your seatbelt.

'Where do you live (Y/N)?' He asked, starting the engine and driving to the gate of the Universal Studios.

'Currently, I’m living in a hotel. I haven’t had time to look for a suitable apartment. Plus I’m new in Chicago' you said, watching him drive his car.

Jesse had an amused grin on his face. 'So, you’re telling me you’re living the hotel life? This sounds pretty nice though'

'Oh trust me, it is‘ you laughed a little. ‚Getting food 24/7, having your room cleaned and the hotel feeling is fantastic.'

'I never thought of it. This is amazing. Life would be so much easier.' Jesse was in his thoughts and you had to laugh again.

'To be honest, it is quite expensive and you can’t have everything as you want it' you added and he shrugged.

'I just imagine it being super cool. Walking into a hotel every day like a real businessman? I’m still waiting for this job offer' he commented and you both laughed.

It was really nice being around him. Jesse had a great sense of humor.

'You can pay me a visit if you want' you suggested and he smiled at you for a moment.

'Been waiting for this offer' he winked at looked back at the streets.

'Oh, I already thought so' you grinned.

'Ok, so we’re nearly there' he told you, while you took a look at your surroundings.

Some minutes later you were in his apartment, which was amazing. The sunset was shown through the big windows. It really looked magical. You liked his interior and it smelled very good.

The doorbell rang and Jesse went to open it. Miranda, Taylor, Tracy, and Kara came in. They brought pizza and beers.

You sat down at the big table next to the kitchen. Miranda sat across from you and winked. You could just shake your head and laugh.

'Why are you laughing?' Kara said with her mouth full of the first piece of pizza. '(Y/N)’s just falling in love with the owner of this wonderful apartment' Miranda replied to her before you could say anything.

Your eyes went wide. 'Would you stop it?' You whispered fully aware that the other three of you were still in the kitchen and probably couldn’t hear her comment.

'Really? That would be amazing!' Kara ignored your reaction.

'What would be amazing?' Tracy came in and took the seat next to Miranda.

'I was just talking about (Y/N)-' 'Taylor could you help us to cut the pizza?' You asked him a little bit louder to stop Miranda talking about your little crush.

'Umm, I can do that' Jesse came up to you with the cutter. Standing next to you, you had to think about who smelled better. The pizza or the absolutely handsome man next to you.

Taking the piece of pizza out of his hand you saw Miranda watching you two. You kicked her under the table and she mumbled a little 'Ouch.' You could just smile to yourself while she was glaring at you.

'I think we could go for a round of strip poker. What do you think guys?' Miranda asked after we all cleaned up the mess we made while eating.

'Be right back' Jesse told her after everybody agreed. You definitely will lose a lot of clothes, because poker wasn’t made for you.

'I suck at this' you admitted. 'Me too. Let’s strip together' Tracy laughed and fist-bumped you.

Jesse came back with the game and Kara prepared everything.

'I hope you all are wearing something nice under your tops and bottoms' Taylor grinned. 'Except for Jesse of course' he added quickly and we laughed.

'I actually do wear boxer shorts, but I hope I can keep my jeans on' he smirked and popped another beer open.

You were thinking of what you are wearing today, but it was nothing special. It was probably a set of black underwear. Re-checking with taking a look through your shirt, you saw the black lace.

'Already preparing for getting rid of your shirt?' Miranda smirked. 'No, just checking if everything sits right' you gave her a quick smile before taking your cards.

While Taylor and Tracy were discussing the rules, you caught Jesse's eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back and turned to a poker face afterward. You both had to cover your laugh because Kara was starting the round.

To your surprise, you weren’t the first person to get rid of a piece of clothes. It was Kara. 'So I’m going for my jeans, but don’t expect something hot. I’m on my period' she said while stepping out of the jeans.

Miranda fake whistled while admiring the black panties with little red hearts on them. 'Kara, you can’t be serious' Tracy laughed at Kara wiggling her butt at her.

A round later it was Jesse’s turn. He lost because you had the better cards at the end. 'Oh (Y/N) I promise you, you’ll be the next' he said with a mischievous smile.

'In your dreams, Soffer' you grinned and he took off his shirt. You froze for a second. Scanning his body, you completely lost it. He was charming, funny as hell, with clothes hella attractive, and now?

'I told you, girl. He’s the definition of „sex on legs“!' Miranda laughed.

'You really introduced him to her like that?' Taylor asked her with a surprised face.

'How could she not?' Jesse interrupted trying to make a shocked expression and threw his t-shirt into Taylor’s face.

'Have you seen my body?' Taylor asked, removing Jesse’s shirt. I took a sip of the beer bottle in front of me and followed the conversation with my eyes.

'Sadly yes. I had to shoot some scenes with you, my love' Miranda winked at him and everybody laughed.

'Time for a revenge' Jesse mentioned and took his cards. You were looking at him and his body again. Did you already think about how perfect he is? His eyes, his freckles, his smile, his arms, his...

'Earth to (Y/N)?' Kara was waving her hands in front of your face. You shook your head a little and met the warm green eyes, you were looking at before. Jesse laughed to himself and you turned red.

'Yes, I lost. What do you wanna see?' You asked, trying to cover your embarrassment.

'Take off the top' Tracy told you. Quickly removing it and throwing it on the floor. Avoiding the glances of the others, you were taking another sip.

'Damn, you look hot' Tracy rose her voice again. You felt the redness coming back. Of course, the whole nation saw you in your bra before, but these were other circumstances.

'Thanks to you' you smiled at her and saw Jesse agreeing with nodding a little and taking a sip of the beer just like you before.

Continuing with the game, everybody had either their pants or their tops next to them on the ground. It was a lot of fun because everybody seemed to suck at this game. But maybe this was the intention of playing it.

You didn’t mind seeing the other ones without clothing. You were all trained and perfectly in shape. But one of them especially caught your eye.

Jesse lost again and was standing up. He opened his belt and his jeans straight after it. Of course, you were watching him. Everybody did. Except for Miranda. She was watching you with an amused smirk on her face.

'Sorry to tell you that, but you will see me in my boxers' Jesse looked next to him. Taylor laughed. 'I was already aware of it. Don’t worry. The other ones won’t mind at all.'

Stepping out of his jeans, you had to look at the white Ralph Lauren boxer he was wearing. Thinking of things you shouldn’t, you looked away and took your cards.

'Next one who will lose has to host our next match' Kara announced and your eyebrow shot up in surprise.

'This is a good one. (Y/N) maybe you could lose. I’m sure we all agree that a hotel would be nice for hosting it' Jesse said while sitting down onto his chair again.

‚Pah, you wish' you grinned at him. Of course, you’ll lose. You had no concentration left and under pressure, you sucked the most.

Some minutes later, you leaned back, crossing your arms in front of you. Yes, you lost.

'Is there a spa at the hotel? Maybe we could go in there after getting rid of all our clothes next time' Taylor asked grinning like an idiot. Everybody was pretty happy about you losing the last round.

'You have to show your beautiful bum, (Y/N). Even though it is the last round and we can technically put our clothes on again, you owe us the show' Miranda raised her voice.

You exhaled loudly and stood up. Quickly opening your jeans, you were removing them. 'There you go' you said. This was embarrassing, but you didn’t mind anymore. The beer you were consuming the last hour, was worth it now.

'Oh man, that looks hot' Jesse admitted and winked. Everybody drank a lot, but he sounded totally sober. It made you blush again.

'I wouldn’t mind if you girls would just stay like this' Taylor added and you all laughed.

Continuing after the game with a lot of talking and laughing. When you finally arrived home, you were absolutely happy. The whole evening and night were hilarious. You couldn’t wait for the next time. Furthermore, you couldn't wait to meet Jesse again.

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Bad Timing II

A/N: I’m just about finished the whole series and I’m excited for you to read this! <3 Sorry for the late upload, I started a new semester and had zero time to write but I worked on this all weekend. I’m curious to know if your opinions on Harry change after this part, the next part’s going to be packed but this is an in-between. Thanks as always for reading <333

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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I lay awake in bed, staring at the blank ceiling before my phone’s constant buzzing forces me up. A couple voicemails, and a single text from Harry: GM, call me if you need anything.

I stare at it longer than I should, the audacity to think we were fine enough to text me so casually. But there was some small solace in knowing he took the extra step to let me know. Ugh; my head injury was more serious than the medic diagnosed. I throw my phone on the bed and head downstairs where I’m surprised to see him gone. It was only 8am and I needed a coffee, otherwise I would not make it through the day. When I see the pot of coffee half full, I stop in my tracks. Harry made coffee before he left. I touch the pot and it’s still warm, he couldn’t have left that long ago.

I open the dishwasher that I’d loaded last night only to find it empty. I stand straight, hand on my hips--had he unloaded the dishes too? How did I not wake up to the noise? How did he even know where everything went?!

Maybe he wasn’t such a dense detective after all, the thought makes me smile. I look around the room and notice he’d tidied up from last night, and folded everything away on the couch he slept on. I take my coffee to the couch and without thinking, hug the pillow to my face and inhale. The strong scent of his aftershave sends a sharp and painful jolt to my memories. What the hell was I doing?

I drop the pillow and settle on my kitchen table, responding to some emails while I make a game plan for the day, shaking off the claustrophobic feeling I got thinking about going back to work. I finish the last of the coffee and start moving, shower, dress appropriately, pack my laptop...I just had to keep busy so I wouldn’t have time to think about it.

***

“We’re here for you, whatever you need,” the regional manager lets me know during the meeting. I’d learned post-trauma policies the bank had. I was sorry to know them, I really just wanted to put the whole thing behind me. I tell her that. “Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. We do require you to go to at least one counseling session, your employees have got to go to a group meet with a licensed therapist so you can all discuss this and get over the awful event.”

“I see,” I chew my lower lip. I didn’t want to talk to anyone about the way I jumped at every little thing and stared down each and every stranger on the tube on my way in today. I felt crazy. Maybe I did need a shrink. “I’ll include that in the memo I guess. Thanks again for all the support and the resources-”

“That’s my job, our job.” She motions to the man sitting beside her who hadn’t actually said much the whole time. We talk for a little while longer, and by the time they leave I’m exhausted. But I make the trek to the hospital to visit Cole like I told him I would.

***

The weekend flies by: I take the train to visit my dad up north and let him take care of me like I was a kid again. It was nice to unwind, I thought, I should visit my dad more often.

But come Monday, I’m back in my pantsuit ready to get on with my life. I try not to think about Thursday too hard but it’s difficult when first thing that morning, a therapist shows up for a group session. Most of my employees look anxious to be here, but I watch their shoulders relax as they discuss what happened. Watching everyone bond brings a lightness to the heaviness that sat in my chest: it was good.

“Ms. Y/L/N? When can we schedule a one-on-one?” The therapist stops me at the end of the session.

“I think this session helped a lot,” I put on a big smile. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

She smiles politely, as if she expected this, “It’s a requirement for back-to-work. I have time right now if you’d like, I’m not seeing another employee until lunch.”

“Um,” I look to where everyone mingles, comforting each other and breaking off into groups. If I had to talk about it in order to work, and work is the only thing to help me get my mind off of it...I guess I had no choice. “Let’s do it now.”

But an hour later and I’ve mostly just talked her ear off about Harry showing up, how awful my luck was that he would be the lead detective on the case, how much damage he’d done to me. How he appeared on one of the worst days of my life again.

“It’s almost a sign,” I ramble. “Like...what are the odds?!”

“Do you still have feelings for him?” She asks, looking like she knew the answer.

“No,” I scoff. “I hate him. He broke my trust!” And my heart.

“Those are feelings,” she says wisely.

“Well sure, yeah, I have negative feelings towards him. Why wouldn’t I?”

She pauses, a very pregnant pause. “It’s been almost 4 years right? Usually, those feelings start to...dissolve into a more neutral ground when you...receive closure. You take time to grieve, to sit in the wound in your heart, but then you pick yourself up and try to heal. It seems like you’ve just told yourself you were healed and got on.”

“I am healed,” I insist.

“Just like you started this sessions by letting me know you were over the trauma that happened to you a few days ago?” She asks. I avoid her gaze. “When I asked about Thursday, you said you were ‘over it’ and you just wanted to focus on work but you’re not giving yourself closure. Likewise, with Harry. You haven’t found closure even after all these years.”

I stare at her, she’d sliced right into a vulnerable part of me--I’d led her there, I realise. It was something I knew all along, I just didn’t want to point at it alone.

“You’re right...I feel like I never got closure.” I confess. “How? I just want to know h-how he could’ve left me for another woman after all those years together--as lovers and as friends? He was there when mum...he was there through hell. And then he put me through hell.”

“I’d like to believe Harry showing up on a...hellish day is a sign like you say. But maybe a sign you need closure. Talk to him, ask him what you need to know in order to close that chapter of your life.”

I exhale, the idea of it making me feel claustrophobic. She wanted me to open myself up to him again and invite him to hurt my feelings? I try to ask her more but she looks at her watch. We’d gone over.

I thank her and walk out with a weight on my back that feels bigger than the one I went in with. I thought therapy was supposed to make me feel lighter.

***

I’m hiding behind my desk as the footsteps get closer and closer to the door. I clutch the knife in my hand and-

“Y/N!”

I jump up out of sleep, and open my eyes to my office. I stare at the table in front of me where the papers I used as a pillow are rumpled.

“Y/N? You have a call on-”

“Adam,” I look at my assistant. He’d been really quiet today and I was worried about him but there was so much to catch up on I hadn’t had the chance to talk to him. “Sorry I...haven’t been sleeping well.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...the detective’s on the line he insisted he talk-”

I roll my eyes and answer the phone, motioning for Adam I’d be okay. He hesitates at the door before closing it tightly behind him.

“Y/N?” Harry’s breathless voice answers irritably on the other line.

“Harry? Why are you calling me at work?” I ask, still sleepy from the nap. Is this about the case?”

“No it’s about your things at the station, it was processed--we couldn’t find anything useful so we’re returning this batch. And I think some of it belongs to your staff? Did you want to pick it up or should I drop it off to yo-”

“I’ll pick it up,” I wanted to make it clear that Harry in my space wasn’t going to be a normal thing. “I’ll head out in a bit, can I just collect it at reception?”

“They’ll buzz you through to me, I’ve gotta go-”

“Just leave it with reception...” I say to dead air. He’d already hung up. Damn.

***

“I’m here for some things, it was taken for evidence?” I say to the woman at reception.

“You’ll have to be more specific love,” she raises an eyebrow. “A lot happens here.”

“The bank rob-”

“Ah, Harry’s case. I’ll buzz you through-”

“No I thought maybe I could collect it here uh-” I look for a nameplate. “Serena, listen, I’m in a rush so is there any way for you to get it-”

The phone ringing cuts me off. She holds up her finger and I stand tapping my foot. She rolls her eyes at whoever was on the other line, motions that they were chatty and points to the glass doors. I sigh, I guess I was seeing Harry. I think about my therapist and cringe, I couldn’t.

When I walk in, I scan the room for Harry but I don’t spot him anywhere. I walk awkwardly until someone asks if they could help but they point to his desk and tell me I could wait there.

“I’m actually here to pick up some evidence, couldn’t you just give it to me?”

“He’s the lead officer, he’s got to sign off--”

“Fine,” I hated the bloody bureaucracy around here. I go to where he points and sit in Harry’s chair, ignoring the looks from people around me. I toy with the pen and doodle on an empty paper. Y/N was here I write and smile, it was juvenile.

“Y/N! Sorry! Nobody told me you were here.” Harry shows up a few minutes later. He opens the bottom drawer and takes out a nondescript cardboard box. If I knew if was down there I would’ve left a long time ago. “Just need you to sign this.”

“Okay,” I sign where he points and reach for the box. “I’ll grab that, thank you.”

“Can I walk you out?” He fiddles with his phone.

“Will you take no for an answer?”

“Nope,” he’s all teeth when he smiles. I sigh and walk in front of him. It’s weirdly silent but I notice he was typing on his phone when I look over.

“Well...g’night then.” I say at the door but he pushes it open and walks out with me.

He finally puts his phone away and asks. “Are you alright? Have you gone back to work?”

“Yeah,” I chew at my bottom lip, nervous. “We’re really sticking together, trying to get through it.”

“That’s good. That’s how it should be.” He waits a beat. “We’ve been trying to catch the robbers, they hit up another bank so it’s hell inside. That’s why I was so busy.”

“Another?” My heart plummets, and my palms feel slick.

“Yeah but we’re working as fast as we can. So...uh, did you need anything from me before you go?”

“I...” I think about the therapist’s words and chew my lower lip. I try to work up the courage. Fuck it, I realise. I had nothing to lose. “I do...actually.”

“Oh,” he looks surprised. “Good, what’s that?”

“I want to talk, about us. I...I need like, closure Harry. I think I deserve an explanation about...” I trail off as I notice him staring at me blankly. “What?”

His blank expression settles into confusion. “What’s more to explain Y/N. I’ve told you everything, I-I dunno. I thought one day we could get together like old friends, but it’s obvious you’re still upset with everything and I don’t know what more I can say? I said everything in that letter but if-”

“The letter?” I ask sharply, cutting off his chatter.

“Yeah, the one I wrote you after we...after you moved out?” When I don’t react he continues: “I dropped it off at your sister’s the week after you cleaned out your things? You didn’t...read it?” He looks hurt, if that was possible all these years later.

“I...did. Obviously I just...had some questions.” My heart races; what letter? He wrote me a letter?

“So what do you want to ask?” He looks at me curiously, concern etched in his brows. “I would like to talk actually-”

“Now’s not a good time,” I cut him off again. I had to know about this letter first. I can’t believe I walked into this blind. “I’ve actually had a long day, this is--we can do this another time, okay? Thanks for...walking me out.”

***

The first thing I do when I get home is call my sister. I can sniff her guilt a whole country away.

“Y/N, you were heartbroken! Y-you didn’t need to have it broken all over again reading his stupid letter! I was looking out for you!”

“That wasn’t your call!” I raise my voice. “I’ve been...I haven’t had closure all this time! I thought he didn’t even care enough to try to explain it to me and you knew he sent a letter this whole time?”

“Well when he showed up to the flat I wasn’t about to-”

“When did he come to the flat?” I wanted to strangle my sisters and her protective instincts.

“After you moved your things out. He wanted to see you and I knew you were a mess, I told him you never wanted to speak to him. I was looking out for you babe I-I didn’t even realise I was keeping you from closure I just...I didn’t want you hurting. Don’t be mad.”

I swallow the lump in my throat, she was right. It was Harry who hurt me, and I shouldn’t take it out on her. “I know. I know. I’m sorry for yelling I just-I wish I could read that letter.”

“I’m sorry,” she sniffs. “I should’ve given it to you once you moved out...I still have it though. I think I tucked it into my old yearbook. D’you want me to...”

“Mail it? Yes, as soon as possible please. I need to know what he wrote.”

“What if you just get hurt all over again?” she asks.

“I’ve been hurting, I don’t think his outdated explanation will hurt any more. Just please mail it the first chance you get okay?”

I was so close to it, I think. I had to get that letter. I needed closure. I deserved it. And just knowing I could get it, it’s almost like I was waking up in a dark tunnel I hadn’t realised I was in this whole time. I knew where I was, and I could see light on the horizon.

H POV:

The last time I had a full night’s sleep was on Y/N’s couch, this case was a lot bigger than we thought. It wasn’t just a robbery at one branch, these same people have hit up two other places in the last few days and they were good. The worst part was they weren’t afraid to use a gun.

“Chief,” one of the constables comes up to my desk, where I’d been staring at footage for the last hour. “There’s been um, there’s a problem-”

“Spit it out,” I say, eyes still on the screen.

“The evidence you released on Monday...blokes down in evidence can’t find the SIM from the scene...we think they accidentally left it with that batch.”

I look up from my screen and I can practically see the sweat breaking out on his brow as I stare. If that was important evidence, we’d misplaced it at the height of an investigation. My arse would be on the line too--it was my name on the authorization letter.

“Don’t panic until we’re sure it’s not with the evidence we gave out,” I get up and put my hand on his shoulder. “I’m looking into it right now, don’t let anybody know it’s happened.”

I grab my jacket from my chair and root in the pocket for my phone but Y/N’s number goes to voicemail. I curse. I look at the time, it was 6 already. I had a feeling she might kill me but I would have to drive to her place, I hoped she didn’t leave the evidence at work...after all I did tell her to return it to her employees...I have the brief thought of asking her in the morning but I remember my arse on the line and walk quicker.

“Woah, someone’s in a hurry,” Detective Cole comments as I rush past her. “Not even a hello.”

“Sorry,” I flash her a smile. “Urgent!”

“Need any help?”

I pause long enough to turn around and answer. “Normally I would say yes but I’ve got to do this.”

“Don’t let me keep ya,” she smiles, I notice Serena eyeing the both of us suspiciously as she packs up for the day. She was always trying to convince me to ask her on a date, but I was done with dating coworkers after I made the mistake of marrying one and breaking up quickly thereafter in the past. I’d changed careers quickly after that.

Y/N’s POV:

“Oh my god,” I stop in the middle of my bedroom as my sister reveals her big news over Facetime, an ultrasound held up to the camera. “Oh my god!”

“I know!” She squeals.

“I-I-you’re pregnant!” I was shocked, I didn’t even know my sister was trying for a third kid. “You better give me a bloody niece this time!”

My sister laughs, one hand on her belly. I should’ve known, I realise, she’d been cryptic the last few times we talked, dropping clue, but I’d been so wrapped up in other things I didn’t pick up on them. “It wasn’t even planned but Y/N, it feels right. The boys are stoked--they want a sister too.”

“I am so happy for you and Stu,” I let out a whoop. “I wish I could hug you! I’m going to book some time next month and come see you--this is big! Did you tell dad?”

“Not yet, don’t say anything--oh,” a cry bursts out from somewhere on her end. She rolls her eyes and tells me she would call me back. But I get a text to say there was an accident with a toy truck and a jug of OJ, she would call me back later in the evening when everything was settled.

I throw my phone down on my bed and sit on the edge in my robe, I’d just come out of the shower to my sister’s call. I was over the moon for her, but it was times like these I felt like an awful person. Because as I think about her happy news, I put my hand to my own belly and imagine what it would’ve been like to be the one calling family with good news. The familiar ache in my chest comes back, once upon a time I did have good news for a short period of time.

It was a few months before Harry and I split, I’d skipped a period and went immediately to the pharmacy. I’d decided to wait for a week before I would tell Harry because he was stressed from work. He was always stressed at that job, but I wanted it to be perfect. I’d spent the whole week stopping by nursery stores, browsing baby books, even buying a few onesies and the cutest booties I couldn’t put down. I picture the baby--mine and Harry’s, wearing them.

But the day I’d planned to tell him, I’d woken up and knew instantly something was wrong. I never told him, I fought with him that day instead...I couldn’t even remember over what. I held the awful burden on my own, packed the future I couldn’t have into a little box and shoved it under the bed. A few months later, Harry and I were over. That future was as fragile as the paper-thin wings of a butterfly, one that would never take flight.

I do what I did on my darkest days, I root underneath my bed and pull out the box.

I still had it; it was morbid, holding on to a future that was deader than dead. But I hold it in my lap, and run my hands over each piece of clothing. I imagine just for a moment what I could have had, they would’ve been 3 and I would’ve been a mum. My chest tightens, and I squeeze the items closer.

H’s POV:

By the time I get to Y/N’s, I’d stress-sang so many 90s hits that most of my nervous energy had streamed out the car window. I gather myself, clear my hoarse throat, and knock; ready to be beheaded. When there’s no answer, my nerves return. I knock louder, and try to peer through the frosty window.

“Harry?” Y/N opens the door in a flourish, looking fresh from a shower. I try to block the visuals that spring to mind, my mind blanking as I try to remember what I had to say. “Hello? Harry? Why are you here?”

“Uhm,” I shake my head. “Urgent business--the evidence I gave you on Monday, please tell me you still have it?”

Her eyebrows furrow, “You’re knocking on my door at nearly 7 for evidence you returned to me?”

“It’s urgent,” I look around out of habit. “Y/N, we may have accidentally given you something with the evidence we were meant to keep--please I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. I’m not messing with you, this is my head on the chopping block--I need to know if you have it.”

“For fuck’s sake Harry,” she opens the door wider. “Just...come in.”

“You have it?” I step in eagerly and close the door behind me, basking in the warmth inside. It was a chilly spring evening.

“I haven’t touched it since I brought it home, I threw it somewhere in my room.”

“Didn’t it...have your employees’ personal items in it?” I ask cautiously.

“It’s not like they’re eager to have reminders of that day!” she snaps and I back down. She turns in a flourish of her robes and walks upstairs. She doesn’t say anything so I follow her up, drinking in every detail I can about her new life as we pass through.

She’s headed into her bedroom when her phone buzzes. I recognize her sister from the contact photo that takes up the screen. She glances at me, and back at the phone, making a decision.

“It’s beside the dresser, don’t make a sound or my sister will come here in record time to rip your head off.”

“I take it she doesn’t like me,” I try to joke.

“She’s not the only Y/L/N sister that doesn’t like you,” she puts a finger to her mouth and takes the call into the other room.

Maybe I should stop cracking jokes with Y/N, I think. It was clear she still hadn’t forgiven me. I was surprised she still held on as vehemently all these years later.

I head into her bedroom, a tidy and plain room. Compared to what I’d seen of her main floor, her bedroom looked like it belonged in a hotel. I spot the box almost immediately resting between a laundry hamper and her dresser. I pick it up but on the way back, the box on her bed catches my attention. The lid is half on, and I know I shouldn’t but something almost possesses my hand to nudge the lid aside. I stare and what’s inside the box sends me reeling; like I was seasick, but with both feet firmly on the ground. The feeling punches me directly into a past I’d abandoned. A future I abandoned too.

When Y/N finds me a few minutes later, I’m holding the shoes from the box in my hands. She stops beside me. I look to her and her face is frozen in fear, before it shuts down into anger--no, fury.

“What the fuck are you doing going through that?” she snatches the shoes out of my hand and picks the box up.

“Y/N,” I say gently. “What...what is all this?”

“Did you find your stupid box? Just--” her eyes search the room frantically and settles on the evidence box on the bed. She picks it up and shoves it into my chest. “Take it and go Harry, I don’t want t-to talk. To you. Please just--” her voice breaks.

“Okay I’ll go I just...” my heart feels heavier than lead and I want to say the perfect thing to her but nothing comes out. When she shoves me I scuttle out. I hear the sob that escapes her as soon as I exit into the hallway, I almost turn to go back in and offer comfort. But I couldn’t comfort her, not since the day I gave up on her. I walk to my car, not even relieved to have the evidence. I don’t know how long I sit in the car and think about the contents of that box: folded in neat piles were baby onesies, bibs, and a pair of tiny shoes. Remnants from a broken past, a broken promise.

I wasn’t an idiot, and I wasn’t heartless despite what Y/N thought. I know what my selfish actions did to her, I know how I’d fucked her up without meaning to. But it’s only now that the weight of it settles entirely on my shoulders. How many years has it been, and that small box of new onesies stayed under her bed. Her room might’ve looked sterile and fresh but its corners held heavier burdens than I thought were possible. A new feeling of shame blooms from within me, and it stays like a bad aftertaste.

***Y/N POV:

I was going to read that letter, find my closure, and burn everything from my past ceremonially in a bonfire, I think as I watch the trees in my backyard rustle with the morning wind. It had been a few days but I couldn’t even focus on him finding that box, the humiliation of watching him look up at me with confusion and pity...it was enough he’d broken my heart, but now he felt sorry for me too. I focus back on the greenery while my fingers toy with the letter that’d come in the mail, a few years late.

The envelope looked worse for wear but it was still as sealed as the day Harry had written it. I hesitate, trace my fingers over my name on the front. A memory comes rushing to me, Harry in my dorm writing silly things on my post-its and sticking it in places I wouldn’t find until he’d left. Like under my covers, or inside my closet door. They would be silly like

Y/N smells like farts

or cheesy like

have a terrific day

. I usually tossed them, other I’d tucked between classroom textbooks. I wonder what happened to them.

Finally, I work up the courage to slide my finger under the seal and break it open. Two pages fall out, his distinct writing halfway between cursive and chicken scratch covers both pages. I read:

Y/N

You’re probably wondering why you’re reading this--I don’t think I deserve your consideration for even a moment let alone for enough time it will take for you to read this. Yet I want so badly for you to read this, to just know I didn’t mean for this to happen to us. And I know you think I’m the one who did it to us, but I need to explain.

You always told me I was good with my words, that maybe I was an artist in another life--a poet you liked to say. But every time I try to find the right words to say to you, English may as well not be my first language. I should have tried harder, should have found the right words for months but I kept putting it off until it was too late.

You are and will always be my best friend first, Y/N, I know I’ve broken your trust but I care about you deeply. I just wasn’t happy. And that had to do with the road we were going down together, not you. I’m deeply sorry for the words I said that day, for how I’ve made you feel these last few months. I guess, ultimately, I was being selfish. And I don’t have an excuse for that. I fucked this up but I wasn’t happy and I was taking it out on you, and on us. I used the things we couldn’t have as an excuse, but I’m not happy where I am in my life. And that’s something I need to find; I need to figure out what I really want.

I can only hope we’ll circle back to each other one day, in the future, when we’re in better places. But I don’t think we were right like this, maybe it’s bad timing, or maybe there’s a blanket over us much too heavy for us to find comfort under. I’m sorry for leaving us like this and for breaking your trust but I need to do this.

Know you’re perfect as you are, right now, there’s absolutely nothing about you I would ever change. I, on the other hand, have a lot of changing to do.

I wish you nothing but the best, you deserve the whole bloody world Y/N, but I don’t think I can give that to you. I hope one day, you can find it in your heart to forgive me. For now, know I love you and I’m truly sorry.

Harry, xx

My finger brushes over the last line, I take myself back to the Y/N and Harry four years ago--and it’s not so hard to do. I lived there more often than I’d like to admit. But I picture us, I picture Harry sitting down to write this. How might I have taken this if I read it all those years ago? I picture myself dissolving into tears--maybe my sister was right in not showing me.

I also imagine I would have known why, and maybe I wouldn’t be where I was right now if I’d had that closure.

But even all these years later, the tears stream down my face as if it were just yesterday Harry handed the letter over to my protective sister. There was so much hurt and heaviness, looking at it from the perspective I had now...I see a glimmer of truth in Harry’s letter. We’d worked wonderfully as best friends, and our intimacy was comforting. But we were also two people being pulled in two directions while clinging onto what we thought would keep us happy. It didn’t mean I forgave him for what he did, how he did it. But I finally understood why.

All this time, I asked why--I wondered if there was something I could’ve done to have fixed it before he left. I see now, he’d wanted an out the whole time. Nothing would have fixed us except time apart. I still felt like shit, but this epiphany made me feel closer to the closure I needed. The light on the horizon grows a little brighter. We’d just had bad timing.

***

I feel bright and chipper Monday morning; a sunny morning and a weekend of closure could do that to a woman. I bring along with me a box of treats; it had been a week since the horrible robbery. We’d put some precautions in since, had the therapist stay a few more days, a few of the employees decided to transfer and as sad as I was to see them go I knew it was the right thing for them to do to feel better. As for myself, I forgot about it most of the time. But it would creep in every so often and freeze me up.

I spoke to the company’s therapist once more after Monday, she’d asked about Harry and I had told her about the letter. She was intrigued but quickly changed the topic to how I was feeling after the events of last Thursday.

“Y/N?” Adam walks into the staff room as I finish the note to accompany the treats. “What’s all this?”

“Treats to cheer everyone up! Not that sweet fried dough is going to erase everyone’s PTSD...” I try to make a joke but Adam’s face is tense like it’d been since that day. “Adam I’m teasing...have you um, have you talked to someone one-on-one?”

“Me? Why?” He jumps. “I’m fine, I’m alright it’s mostly out of my head anyway.”

“Hm,” I look him up and down. “I don’t believe you but I’ll let it drop...for now.”

He fidgets with his hands, “Anyway I came in here to let you know the detective on the case called first thing about returning some evidence-”

“I can’t pick that up.” I say finitely. “Do you have room today? Maybe take an extended lunch and pick that up?”

“From the station?” he stutters.

“Is that where he said it was?”

“Uh yeah, yes. He wanted you to pick it up.”

“Well DCI Styles won’t get what he wants for once, you’ll pick it up at lunch okay? Just keep me posted.”

I go back to my office with a coffee and get a crack on with my work. I check for any updates on the client from last Thursday but I continue to receive the automated email that their office was closed for the week. It was weird, but I just make a note to follow up later on.

After lunch, Adam appears shaken, with the evidence. I instruct him to leave it in the staff room and send out an email, making sure to remind them that they didn’t have to go through it if they didn’t want to. I would keep it there until it was cleared out, even if that took the month. I think about my scarf in there, the one used to tie my hands. I wanted to burn it, never see it again. I send Adam a quick email to remove it from the box and dispose of it.

H’s POV:

“This just doesn’t make any sense,” I comb my fingers through my hair, as if it might trick my brain into seeing the pattern here. “This same group’s hit four places total, and yet Y/N...the HSBC was the first. There’s got to be a connection there, it’s here but I just can’t see it.”

“Harry,” Detective Cole puts her hand on my shoulder briefly before moving it away. “Maybe you need a break, I don’t think I’ve seen you go home the last few days and your shirt’s a bit...ripe. Maybe take the rest of the day off?”

I sniff myself, she was right. She shrugs with a I had to say it look.

She was right too that I hadn’t gone home. I did almost nothing but focus on this case, not only because it was growing bigger by the day and I had pressure from upstairs. But it was a welcome distraction to the new guilt that seemed to jam every other area of my life.

It was almost like I was reliving a timeline, going back three or so years ago. It felt like Y/N and I were freshly broken up, and I was trying to pick myself back up from it. Except that’s not the way it went all those years ago--I’d moved on, quickly then. But now, time was catching up. Or maybe it was karma.

“Earth to Harry?” Cole waves her hand in front of my face. “You really should go home.”

“Yep,” I scratch my stubble. I should shave too. “I’ll just drop by evidence before I go.”

She looks like she was going to say something but she gets up from the chair beside my desk, and walks back to her own. I sigh, sifting through the files on my desk to take home with me. My notepad underneath shifts and I spot Y/N’s familiar writing: Y/N was here. I run my finger over it and smile, remembering how she had written that on the baseboard of every flat or dorm room we’d left. And just like that, the guilt and shame take the memory’s place. How the fuck was I supposed get past this and focus, I think.

I shove my files into a bag and head out. Evidence tells me there wasn’t a lot on the sim card but they were still trying. I ask for an email if anything comes to light, and go home where I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow.

i meant to take a short nap, but I wake at 4am and my mind’s buzzing with so many thoughts that I have nothing else to do but get up, eat a mashup of breakfast and last night’s dinner. With nothing more to do, and 6am creeping up, I decide to get in my car and drive while the roads were somewhat clear.

Driving helped me think sometimes, on my worst case after my promotion, I’d gotten on the road one night and driven all the way to Leicaster. After a night’s rest in a hotel and the drive back home, I’d cracked the case. But this time, with my thoughts racing, I end up driving to Y/N neighbourhood on autopilot. Maybe because she was on my mind, the guilt a constant companion since that day.

I park on the other side of her street, and watch her front door from the rearview. I don’t know why I was there, it felt ridiculous and creepy. Yet, I couldn’t leave. Maybe I could offer her a ride to work, I think. But I know she would decline because she didn’t even come in herself to collect her evidence. She’d sent her awkward assistant instead.

Her door suddenly opens, and a strange man walks out. She leans on the doorframe and laughs at something he says. He leaves a kiss on her cheek and walks away. She shouts something after him and he turns, saying something back that gets her laughing. My heart races, seeing her face in the distance wrinkle with laughter. I remember all the times I could get her to do that, effortlessly. The guilt returns tenfold.

He adjusts his coat, turning back around and she watches him fondly for a few seconds longer before closing her door. I’m suddenly irritated, immediately suspicious of this bloke. I watch, unblinking, until he turns the corner out of sight. Who was he? Her boyfriend?

I look at the time on the dashboard, 7:08am. I sit, indecisive for another half an hour. My thoughts churn: the robberies, the motives, Y/N, the worn out box with baby clothes, her male guest who’d spent the night, the look on her face when she’d woken up after her concussion and saw me: disbelief, anger, and sadness.

I get out of the stuffy car and walk across the street where I hesitate outside her door. I knew I was crossing a line, pushing a boundary she put up by not picking up the evidence herself. She’d made it clear what she wanted, but I never denied that I was a selfish bastard. I raise my hand, and knock.

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