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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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It's All A Lie

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader x Charles Leclerc

Words: 3K

Warnings: Just pure angst, honestly it just hurts the entire time

Rating: PG-13

Synopsis: It all comes crashing down when your lies are all revealed, no one is spared and everyone leaves broken in some way

Our Boy Masterlist/ Previous: Hey Dad / Next: Letter 1

"Good to see me again?" Nico makes a noise of discomfort hearing the sharp edge of your father's voice. "I highly doubt this a good to see me again, moment Nico. Especially how we all left things off." Mr. Häkkinen cuts, deep Nico stepping back from Elijah.

"Selitä itsellesi. Nyt." Flinching at your father's words, you feel like that little girl again, telling him you're pregnant. He was furious, more so that you were stupid enough to let Nico get your pregnant. It was a couple months before he came around. "Isä, minä olen," Mika holds his hand, not wanting to hear your excuses.

"Elijah, go with your Pa and Dad." "No." Your eyes widen at Elijah's bold disobedience towards your father. "No? Boy, I suggest you do as you're told." Elijah stands his ground, refusing to move from Nico's side. "Elijah, do as you're told." Nico whispers, not wanting to make this worse. "Why? They're not my fathers, they didn't fucking know you're my father." Elijah spits. "Elijah James Leclerc-Norris, you will listen to your grandfather. Go." You snarl, furious at him acting like this.

"I hate you, I hate you all!" Elijah yells, shoving past Charles and Lando. Lando reaches out for him, but he yanks his arm out of Lando's hold, running down the paddock. "Elijah, wait!" Lando yells, following after his little boy. "Nice job," Nico snides; as you turn, glaring at him, you open your mouth to start arguing, but Charles steps between you. "Enough," Charles's voice was dark, shaking with rage.

"Charles is correct. The race is getting close to starting. And you," Mika hits you with a stern gaze. "Go find your son, try to repair what little relationship you have left with him." Chest shaking, you nod, "I'll be back." You whisper to Charles, hand on his back, but he steps away. "Take your time," Something in the way Charles says it tells you everything you need to know.

"Charles," You reach out for him, but he steps back again. "I said go. You'll need the time to make up more lies to explain all of this." He walks past you; the ice of his words has your blood cold. "Charles," Watching his figure get swallowed by the crowd, you blink fast, everything too much. "Well, little Miss Innocent is getting her due justice. The time has finally come." Mika shakes his head but knows he can't defend you from this. Nico was right.

"Fuck you, Nico!" Your ex can't help but chuckle at your words. You have nothing to throw in his face now. "Fuck me? You're the one who made me the villain! That I'm the horrible father. Wake up, sugar. Your worst nightmare is coming true," Stepping closer, Mika's hand thumps against Nico's chest as he leans in. "You're a horrible mother." "Hey!" Mika snaps, but Nico shrugs and steps back. "I hope lying about everything was worth losing the 3 most important people in your life." You watch, sniffling as Nico heads up the VIP entrance, losing sight of him as he walks through the doors.

"Daddy." You whimper. Mika looks at you with nothing but disappointment and sadness. "I raised you better, and all you've shown me is that you're still that little girl who's angry at Nico. You did all this just to get back at him. And he's right, you're filled with such anger and contempt that you've lied to your son and your....whatever Lando and Charles are to you," Mika takes a deep breath, laying a hand on your shoulder. "Grow up, you have 2 children. Stop acting like one and face the music." His hand slides off as he heads back to the McLaren hospitality.

Everyone's left you; you can't stop as you sink onto the stairs and sob. Nico left you again. Your father has left you, Elijah, and Lando. Charles, who promised never to leave you, has also left you. The loud cheers and roar of the engines tell you that the race has started. Phone binging, you tear it out of your pocket, thinking it's Elijah; instead, Cecile texting you that she's at the Mercedes garage.

You don't move from your spot, choking on another sob as you throw the phone, yelling as it shatters. Nico was right; your worst nightmare was coming true.

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"Daddy? When's Mama coming home?" Lando jumps a little, Cecile's voice shocking him as he tucks her in. "She's with some friends; she'll be home in the morning." Lando lies the words like acid. Lando hated lying; being told lies made him sick. "Okay, good night, Daddy." Cecile smiles. How Lando wishes she'd remain oblivious to the turmoil that will soon fall on the house. "Good night."

"She asleep?" The bedroom door closes as Lando looks at Charles, who holds a photo album on his lap. "I," Lando's face crumbles. Charles is quick to toss the book to the side and moves, pulling Lando into his chest. "He said we weren't his fathers." Lando sobs, holding onto Charles for dear life. "I know." Charles was past tears, having cried on the podium. Everyone thought he was just happy.

Unaware that Charles didn't know if he'd have a family to come home to. "She lied about everything, everything, Charles." Lando gasps, and the older one moves them to the little couch, sitting him down. Charles wants to say words of comfort, but how could he? He didn't know what to say. All he wanted to do was to scream at you until his throat was bloody and raw. Instead, he remains silent as Lando cries himself to sleep.

Charles refuses to sleep; he can't. The anger was too intense, and each time he closed his eyes, your lies and memories of Elijah saying he wasn't his father kept him up. Lando tossed and turned, waking at odd hours either to check his phone or to cry.

"Good morning." Cecile smiles, skipping down the stairs, ready for school. "Daddy? Papa?" Her face dropped, seeing the pale and sickly faces of her parents. "Hey, gummy bear. Ready to visit Grandmere?" Lando tries to smile but fails, lips wavering. "Yeah," Cecile's feet shuffle, unsure if she should ask what happened with Elijah. "I'll drive you," Charles grabs his keys, but his daughter waves him off. "I'll walk," "Wait," Lando calls, but the back porch door shuts, Lando hanging his head.

"What do we say? Hey, Mama lied about everything? About her family? About your brother's father? How he didn't sign away his rights? Oh, we don't know where they are?!" Lando slams his glass into the sink, pieces of the cup flying up. Charles stares at his husband back; he wants to talk, but anytime he does. Nothing but vile words come up. "Well?" Lando snaps, turning to Charles.

"Don't snap at me," Charles looking at Lando. "I don't know what to say. I want to be understanding, yet I only want to scream at her." Lando shakes his head, phone dinging with his alarm. "I have a meeting." Charles nods as Lando slides on his shoes and slams the garage door. The Front door opens, and Charles sighs as he cleans up the broken glass. "Did you forget your keys again?" He stops, seeing you in the kitchen archway.

"Get out." "Charles, please," You plead, rushing to his side, but he moves behind the island. "Get out, get out of this house. You," Breathless, he tries to gather his thoughts. "Do you have any idea what you have done? Was Nico right? About it all?" Charles watches as you're unable to meet his eyes; he laughs, rubbing his face. "FUCK!" Jumping as he slams his hands down.

"Years, you've had 16 years to tell us, me, the truth, and you didn't. I mean fuck, I should be to blame. I never asked you questions because I didn't want to dig up bad memories. I married you without even asking about your family. All this proves is that I was a fool in love." He spats as you take several deep breaths. "Was?" You ask, picking up that one word. "What?" "Was. You said I was a fool in love." You repeat his words.

Charles's face sombers, standing up straight. "You're right. I was in love. Because you are not the woman I fell in love with. You're not the woman who carried both my children; you are a shell of lies. And I will not let you be around Lando or Cecile. Get some of your stuff and leave." You swear you could be sick at this moment. "Don't do this, please, Charles." Grabbing his arm, he rips it out of your hold.

"Get out of my house. Don't come back until we're ready to talk to you." Tears fall down your cheeks; wiping them quickly, you nod. "What'd Elijah say when he came home?" You whisper. "He didn't come home last night." Charles stops, his anger swapped with realization at his words. "What do you mean he didn't come home last night? Where is my son Charles?" "Our son." Charles snarls, dialing Elijah's number. "Come on, baby, pick up." He whispers into the speaker, but it just goes to voicemail.

"Dammit. Try calling him on yours." "I can't." His head snaps to you, confused. "I threw it at a wall yesterday, and it shattered." You explain, now feeling like a toddler after a tantrum. "I'll buy a new one for you later." Grabbing his keys, he slides on his jacket and shoes, jogging outside. "Where are you going?" You yell, stopping at the front door. "I'm doing what you can't seem to do: going after my son." Sliding into the car, you watch as he takes off down the winding roads of Monaco.

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"I hate her." Mika chuckles as he sits in front of the teenage version of his daughter. Split lip and all. "No, you don't; you hate that she's not the woman you idolize. You hate that you've learned she's human. It happens to every child." Mika takes a bite of eggs, making a face. "She lied," Elijah whispers, pushing his breakfast around.

"That she did, but she's been hurt for a long time. No excuse, though." Elijah looks out from the diner, taking in the people moving outside. They probably didn't have to deal with this, the lies. "Did you know that Lewis was the one to introduce your Mama and Nico?" Mika hums, sipping his coffee. Snorting, Elijah shakes his head, "I didn't even know Un, Lewis knew all of this until yesterday." "Course not, vitun lapset." Mika curses.

"She just entered University. She knew Lewis through me, Mclaren days," Elijah smiles, remembering all the stories his Dad would tell him. "Anyways, your mother, she's been hurting for a long time. Nico healed a part of her, I think. He was older. She was wide-eyed and didn't understand the world." Elijah leans closer. You never told him anything about the days you were younger.

"Their relationship was one of secrets. She hid it was her father, Nico, that he was even dating her. She wanted people to know, but he didn't. A love filled with secrets, lies, and god knows what else." Elijah takes a bite as Mika remembers when you came home to Finland, crying and broken. "They broke up, and Nico tracked her down. Found out who she really was. And well, let's just say you came to be during that whole mess." Making a face, Mika chuckles as Elijah gags. "Grandpa?" "Yes?"

"Papa and Dad may never forgive me." He whispers, choking back tears. "Probably not." "That's not what you're supposed to say!" Elijah cries, slamming his fork down. The waitress is about to make her way over, but Mika waves her off. "What do you want me to say? That you have hurt the men who love you more than air? That the 16 years spent raising you meant nothing? Loving you, healing you, supporting you meant absolutely nothing? You chose a man you barely know over the two who have spent years shaping you into the man you are today." Elijah drops his head, wiping the snot and tears away.

"Listen here, kid, some kids are fortunate to have just one father. Most don't even get just one; you have two amazing fathers. You're 16, so you don't realize how lucky you've got it, so wake up and see all the love and support you've got. Also, answer that damn phone. I'm tired of hearing Super Max." Elijah laughs, turning it over to see Ezra's face. Uncle Max's son and best friend.

"Sup," "Sup, is that how you great people. Raised with no manners, were you?" Elijah smiles some more, shushing Mika. "Dude, you better be dead in a ditch somewhere." Ezra's familiar drawl fills his ears. "Why?" "Your Dad's flipping. I got woken up by Dad asking if I'd heard from you. Did you really run away from home yesterday?" Elijah groans, banging his head on the table. "Shit." "Yeah shit, Dad is freaking out, which means so are the others. Also, is it true that Nico Rosberg is your father? I thought Lando was?" Elijah looks around, Mika staring right at him.

"It's true; how the hell did you hear about it?" "It's all over the internet; some fan overheard this crazy ass argument. Posted it all over the web. Shit, man, your family is loaded. Goddamn Formula 1 dynasty." Ezra chuckles before he yawns. "Fuck off, I barely know him. Besides, it's not a dynasty." "You sure? Because I think having the Flying Finn as your grandfather counts." Elijah bangs his head even harder on the table.

"I'm hanging up now!" Elijah yells in the phone, Ezra's voice yelling as he hangs up. "I'll always say the internet," Mika squinting at his phone. "Is the worst thing to be invented." Turning his phone around, Elijah wants nothing more than to have the earth swallow him.

Y/n Leclerc-Norris? More Like Leclerc-Norris-Rosberg-Häkkinen, Read Here for the Inside Scoop on All the Dirty Lies.

"Jesus. Passed around more than the Red Bull Second seat." Elijah the second line, disgusted with the headline, Mika shaking his head. "It'll get worse, but there is something worse than this." "Yeah, like what?" Elijah grumbles. "You're pissed off, Papa." Turning slowly in his chair, he turns to face the raging bull of his Papa. "Hi."

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"Where are you going?" Fuck, you really didn't want to have this conversation. Turning, you see your daughter staring at you. She was like her father. Lando could turn off his emotions, too. She knew that he was his father. That stupid project she did on genetics revealed it all. "I'm going back home for a little bit." Folding your clothes, you lay them in your suitcase.

"Why? We just got here? Grandmere is coming over tonight. You're heading back to London already?" Cecile was one filled with questions, always needing the answers, never the questions. "I'm not going to London. I'm, it's not important. Come here." You wave her over as the two of you sit on the edge of the bed. "Papa, Daddy, and I are fighting," She opens her mouth, but you hold your hand up.

"Let me finish." She nods, letting you continue. "Yes, it has to do with Elijah and the rumors. Yes, Nico Rosberg is Elijah's father. I lied about it, about a lot of things. I don't think it'd be smart to be here for a little bit." "No." Cecile stands, pulling her hands out your own. "Cecile," "No, you can't. Papa and Daddy won't know what to do without you. They'll forgive you, just don't go, Mama." Cecile whispers, reaching out to wipe her eyes.

"Baby, listen. Your fathers aren't happy with me, rightfully so. We need a small break to figure everything out." Cecile shakes her head fast. "Then I'm coming with you." She cries, tackling you in a hug and burying her head in your stomach. "Oh gorgeous, you can't." Pulling her off, you fix her hair, such lovely curls. She really was all Lando some days. "Daddy, Elijah, and Papa need you. I'll call when I land, okay? Just give this to Elijah." Placing a box in Cecile's arms, she nods as you zip up the suitcase. Placing one last kiss on her cheek, you head to the waiting taxi.

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"Irresponsible, stupid, dangerous, selfish! I could list some more if you'd like." Charles growls at his son, who curls in on himself each time Charles talks. "I'm sorry." He whispers the word exhausted on his tongue. "Sorry? Now you're sorry? You should have been sorry when you said Dad and I weren't your fathers. You should've been sorry when you ran away, and you definitely should've been sorry about what you said to Dad and when you pushed me away." Charles whispers the last part, pulling into the driveway, Lando's car in the garage.

"I fucked up. I know that." "Don't curse." Elijah cringes, fiddling with his fingers. "Get inside, now." Nodding, Elijah climbs out of the car and heads inside. "Lando? What happened?" Hearing his Pa's worried voice, he moves quicker, seeing Cecile curled into his Dad, bawling her eyes out. "She left," Is all Lando whispers.

"Who left?" Cecile picks her head up, crawling out of Lando's lap. "Mama did, and it's all your fault." She sobs, slamming the box into Elijah's chest. "Cecile, wait!" Charles calls, running after her while Lando stares at Elijah. "She left it for you," Elijah nods, unsure what to say. He hurt his Dad in a way only a child could. "I'm," He stops, saying sorry wasn't going to fix this, nothing he could ever say would fix this.

"I'll be upstairs with your sister. She'll cry herself into a panic attack." Lando usually would kiss Elijah on the head. Instead, he brushes past him, leaving a chill. Holding the box, Elijah sits down, removing the lid. Inside lays letters upon letters. Pictures of his Mama and Nico, even Lewis. But one letter sticks out, wrapped in a black envelope.

Tearing it open, he reads the first sentence.

Elijah, you must hate me for what I did. Rightfully so, but first, you should know the story. The real story. This is how your father and I met.........

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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hi could you please write smth about accidentally revealing your relationship with quackity? preferably with cc!reader <3

of course!! thanks for the request 🫶 ; ik I did a preference about accidentally revealing relationships but doing a little different thing and going in depth w it was fun!

QUACKITY ; softlaunch ❌ hardlaunch ✅

summary ; you and Alex accidentally reveal your relationship

warnings ; language, little bit of buzzed ranting, use of pet names (babe)

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1k

masterlist

You and Alex have been together for about ten-ish months, keeping it on the low since you'd been traveling around for QSMP meetups, events, and the Streamer Awards for a little bit.

You'd finally gotten home, your shared apartment with Alex, with Cellbit and Roeir tagging along. The three were planning to make a 'trying mexican candies' video in the morning while you were planning to edit and maybe stream til you felt tired enough to quit and sleep. The three guys sit out in the living room, watching some TV show as they sprawl out on the couch, buzzed from the aftermath of award winning.

You were more than proud for your boyfriend, but it being so late now, and your need for comfort after being overstimulated for hours on end, called for a little alone time. You sit in your office, the clock reading 1:30am as you hit the Go Live button on your stream.

You decided to chill out behind the closed door, just chatting with whatever viewers were still awake at this hour, or were just beginning their day, depending on timezones. After five minutes, you greet your chat, snacking on some cookies you'd picked up from the store before returning home earlier, a glass of milk sitting on your desk next to the plastic box.

You sit in your very comfortable chair with a QuackityHQ hoodie, with the signature duck in the corner and design on the back, and some long, patterned pj pants, colored dark blue and black with a floral design. They were thin enough to wear in the warm heat, which was perfect for you. You looked tired but didn't really feel that way, like your eyes were sewn open from adrenaline and happiness.

"Good morning, everyone" You chuckle, "Alex just won an award, feeling good! He, Cellbit and Roier got some drinks and have been watching TV on the couch, so sorry if you can hear them. I closed the door just in case but don't mind any shouting or music"

Your chat explodes with messages, congratulating you, even though you lost in your category, and spamming hearts and heart hands emojis. Someone sends in a small donation, asking for clarification why they were at your house.

"Oh, Alex didn't wanna drive all the way back to his place and he had his car parked here from earlier. He drove the other two and we all left together. They're staying the night" You nod, clarifying with a little bit of lying, not wanting to slip up.

You'd known for a while that Alex was just a secretive person over the smallest things, and he didn't know why. You were totally fine being open about your relationship with friends, but made sure to respect boundaries for him. He reassured you in his own panic that he wasn't embarrassed to be with you and didn't want to hide his love for you often.

He explained it in simplest terms as he was weirdly secretive and he didn't want his weirdo stans attacking you or only watching you for him, he didn't want to ruin your fanbase that you built from the ground up. You'd been friends since forever, a good percentage (if not all, then most) of your fans also watched Quackity's content, which kind of made sense to you, but you didn't question it.

"But yeah, it was fun, just like... there were so many people, and so much was happening all at once and shit. I'm just trying to calm down and get tired." You lightly smile, taking a bite of one of your cookies. "I'm so proud of everyone who won and everyone who was nominated, good night for everyone"

You sit and talk to your chat for a while, occasionally listening to the trio's laughter outside your office. Before you can even snap your head around to inform whoever entered that you were live, they were already speaking, slightly laughing, and stumbling.

"Babe, oh my God, I'm so sorry! I accidentally dropped one of your plates in the kitchen and it fucking shattered everywhere, I'm so sorry. I cleaned it up, I just wanted to tell you than wait for you to notice and make you mad, I'm sorry, Y/n/n"

Your jaw hangs slightly agape, and you stare with a silent expression. You slowly turn back to your stream, the chat absolutely exploding with messages. You saw probably a hundred first time chatters even making an expression about it.

"Lex, I'm live" You speak between your teeth, muting your mic. "Ah- uh, it's, it's fine"

He quickly regains his composure, staring over at you, then looking over to your PC, showing that you were a thousand percent live and five thousand people heard him say that. By the morning, it'd be all over Twitter and YouTube Shorts and TikTok, people were already clipping it.

"Shit"

"Alex, holy shit"

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, trying to rationalize what to do. Cell and Roier bust into the office as well, seeing both of you silent before asking, where you both talk over each other very loudly to try and explain.

They both look over to your monitors, confirming you were live. They both laugh in a light hearted way, looking to Quackity.

"You're cooked, dude"

"Rest in peace"

"You say that like I'm embarrassed to be with them, I mean, it's not like that... I think. Y/n, are you embarrassed to be with me? I'm not embarrassed to be with you, I wanna post pictures of us on adventures and experiencing shit so people can see us for us and what we are-"

"My brother in Christ" You sigh with a chuckle, rubbing your temples. "It's said and done, it's fine. And no, I'm not embarrassed to be with you" You turn back to your stream, unmuting yourself under the red LED lights and lamp on your desk.

You sigh and shrug before speaking, throwing your hands up halfway in defense.

"Y/s/n real"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackityhq x reader #alex quackity x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #qsmp x reader

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vainvenus · 2 years

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⌲;꒰ Head over heels. ꒱

Pairing(s): Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader

Summary: You're the only person Vance can stand being around or talking to.

Includings: No Grabber!Au, best friends to lovers, chill x hothead dynamic, kinda ooc vance, jealousy, bit of a slowburn, mutual pinning, happy ending tho!

An: First post for Vancey boy! 💪🏾

I don't like the ending bc it was rushed a hard to write

"And now I'm the one who's in trouble! Me? Because that fucking dipshit and his stupid ass friend bumped into me!"

You hummed in response so that he knew that you were still listening to him as you were looking for your dark blue lighter.

You were listening to Vance rant, having just learned that he was now banned from the Grab-And-Go for a week for starting a fight all because some boy's bumped into the pinball game he was obsessed with.

"It's fucking stupid and I should've kept pounding his head into the floor until he passed out."

You had found your lighter and grabbed a lavender scented incense, lighting it and letting the flame burn before you blew at it and put it in the incense holder.

"It was an accident, Vance. You should've handled it more responsibly and walked away from the situation."

He had furrowed his brows, he knew that you were right but he was still too stubborn to admit it at the moment so he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. The fuckers should've watched where they were going." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nodded "Yes, they should have. I'm sorry you got kicked out, Vance. I'll make sure no one beats your high score."

Although Vance was in the wrong for him beating the boys up over a something like that you didn't want him to feel like the way he felt about the situation was invalid or him overreacting.

You walked over to your record player, going through a few of your discs to find something to play so that he at least wouldn't be in such a bitter mood.

You smiled softly as you pulled out one of the discs and put it into the record player, placing the stylus on it as it had started playing 'Dancing Queen' by Abba and you turned your head to smile at Vance.

"C'mon..I know you want to." You said, walking towards him and chuckling softly as you grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up from his spot on the bed.

"I don't fuckin dance... especially not to Abba." He said and you knew for a fact that he was lying because the last time you borrowed his mixtape player it was one of the first songs that played.

"Dancing is a good way to free your body from negative energy. Something you seem to have a lot of." You had said as you swayed to the music, the sound of the multiple bracelets you wore shaking together.

Vance narrowed his eyes up at you "That's bullshit."

"Is not! Works for me whenever I'm angry."

He furrowed his brows "I've never seen you angry before though."

"That's because I don't show it. I don't let my emotions control my actions or mouth. I find better ways to release my anger."

Vance had thought about that sentence for a while. He wondered what you were like if you were to finally snap like how he does, furrowed brows and shouting profanities like a sailor.

"Dance with me, Vance! C'mon!!"

He groaned as he rolled his eyes and stood up from his spot on your bed and stiffly moved to the song like he was a robot and you couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?!"

"You dance like we're at our first dance together and the slow song just came on!" You had giggled. "Loosen up!"

Vance had glared playfully at you. "I thought this was a judge free zone?"

"Oh it is...just not for stiff dancers."

The boy had chuckled at this, a genuine one that showed his teeth and he couldn't even be mad about the situation that happened earlier.

It was always like this when he would go to you to rant for a bit, you would talk to him and make him feel like his feelings were completely valid, you reassured him every single time but scolded him rightfully.

You were the comfort he longed for constantly. That missing peace in his life. You felt like what home should've felt like for him.

You were sweet and caring. Not once could he think of a time where you yelled at him even if he was screaming his lungs out at you. You were understanding and he loved that, he love that you knew his better than he knew himself.

Vance loved you.

"Hey, Vance!"

He snapped from his thoughts as he looked over to you who was back at the record player, going through your discs once more. He was sure you had every song under the sun with the stack you had.

"Any song requests?"

"Hotel California."

"Gotcha!"

♡

When you heard your door swim open an slam shut you hadn't even questioned it at this point, already knowing who the culprit was.

You turned your attention away from the painting you were working on as you turned to look at Vance who looked like he was already angry if you couldn't tell by the door slam.

"What's the matter now?"

"Nothing. What're you doing?"

You had knew that he was lying but you would take care of what was bothering him when he wanted to talk about it so you gestured to the canvas.

"I'm painting. The sky's really pretty right now so I'm trying to capture it while I can." You had told him and he had rolled his eyes.

"You should try it. Painting can help let off steam." You said, dipping your brush back into the light pink paint.

You always tried to get Vance to paint or draw with you, telling him it was a good way to express his anger without yelling or breaking something but art just wasn't his forte.

"i don't paint. It's hard to work with and I'm not good at it." Vance had complained as he crossed his arms, standing beside you while staring at your painting.

"Oh c'mon, the last time you painted with me was a finger painting."

"I don't care."

You shrugged as you turned back to the canvas, glancing back at the sky before you went back and had glided your brush against the canvas, letting the music playing fill in the silence.

Vance shifted in the spot next to you, eyes glancing from the painting before back to the sky which was a mixture of soft purple, blues and pinks with the sun peaking from them.

He looked back to you as you were back into focus mode. Your eyebrows knitting together whenever you were like this and he couldn't help but smile a bit at the expression.

"Starings rude, y'know."

His face immediately shifted and he had scoffed "I wasn't staring, asshole! I was looking at the painting!"

"Mhm..you sure you don't wanna give painting another go? You don't even have to paint the sky you can paint your emotions and-"

Vance swiftly cut you off "Just give me a canvas and brush before you start with your hippie emotion bullshit."

You had giggled softly as you went to grab another canvas and easel, setting them beside your own as you gave Vance an empty pallette and set the paints between the two of you.

He picked up the blue paint and looked back over at you who seemed to be caught up in finishing up your painting and he had smirked.

He had opened it as turned his body a bit as he squirted it onto the palm of his hands, rubbing them together and pressing them against the canvas.

He watched as you turned to him with a smile before your smile had dropped. "Vance, really?! C'mon! I thought you were behind finger and hand painting! You're gonna make a mess!"

He had smirked, reaching out to touch you as you had backed away. "Vance Hopper! Don't!"

"Don't what? Do this?"

He had grabbed you arm to pull you towards him as he pressed his palm against your cheek now leaving a blue handprint there as he pulled away laughing.

"Asshole!" You had playfully shouted as you grabbed the pink paint and rubbed it across your palms, now pressing your hands against his face and he had laughed loudly as he pressed his hands back against yours.

You both pulled away to reach for more paint, a childish game now being played between the two of you as you were grabbing different colors.

Red, blue, pink, purple and yellow handprints were plastered all over your faces, arms and even shirts. Neither of you were mad at the mess though now on the floor and laughing at how idiotic the two of you looked.

"You're an idiot, Vance! I'm gonna have to take like four showers!"

"Oh stop complaing! You literally fought back."

You giggled as you looked at the red paint on your finger and rolled closer to Vance as you lazily drew a heart on the back of his hand.

Vance stared at the red heart with wide eyes before he looked back at you who had that same bright smile on your face that made his heart skip a beat.

"See, you could've just drew that on me but you wanted to be a childish asshole." You hummed, pressing red paint again this nose and Vance stared at you.

Yeah.

Vance had already fallen in love but he was falling harder.

♡

The next time Vance had came over he had noticed that you had the music playing again but he could also make out the sound of another person.

The two you seemed to be laughing together, the sound overbearing the song that was playing at the moment and he furrowed his brows.

He stomped up in the stairs and made a B-line for your room, gripping onto the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door so roughly that it slammed against the wall when he entered the room.

His eyes glanced from you who was staring at him with wide eyes gore he glanced over the person you had been laughing with.

Bruce Yamada. somebody he wasn't too fond of just because he was everything Vance wasn't. Popular (for the right reasons), kind and caring, not a bad bone in his body. Everyone either wanted to be him or be with him.

He noticed that you were holding his hand with a bottle of blue nail polish in your other hand as the two of you were staring at him with wide and confused expressions.

"Vance. Stop entering my mom trying to catch me doing drugs."

"The hell is he doing here?" He completely disregarded your statement, glaring at Bruce and oh if looks could kill the Yamada's would be having a funeral.

Bruce had only smiled that award winning smile at Vance though "We're painting nails! You-"

He had cut him off swiftly, venom dripping from his tone as he spoke "I wasn't talking to you, asshole."

You had frowned as you looked up at blonde, placing the nail polish back in the tube. "Vance you shouldn't talk to him like that. He hasn't done anything to you."

You were right, Bruce was innocent and all he did was answer his question but Vance was acting on his emotions right now which were pure jealousy and fury.

"And? I wasn't fuckin' talking to him so why did he even reply?" Vance spat and Bruce awkwardly sat there.

You had narrowed your eyes slightly at Vance before inhaling and exhaling softly, looking back to Bruce with a small smile.

"Bruce, I'm sorry to cut this short but can we continue another time? I think me and Vance need to have a talk."

"Yeah..of course. Sorry for..uhm.."

"No, don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. You told him, glancing back to Vance back to him.

"Get home safe, mkay?" You commented and he had smiled and nodded at this. "I'll call you when I get home. Thanks for having me." He had waved you goodbye, slipping past Bruce and out the door.

Once you heard the door from downstairs close you had gathered up the nail polish and put them back into your box.

You turned to turn off the record player and looked back at Vance who was giving a distasteful look to the wall.

"Wanna tell me what that was about?"

He hadn't answered, keeping his eyes away from yours and after a short while he had just shrugged.

"Don't just shrug at me." With the way you were talking with him he was sure you were irritated and it only upset him more when he realized he ruined your mood.

"That was completely uncalled for." You stated, gesturing to Vance who looked like a child being chided for the first time.

He shrugged again, his words being stuck in that lump in his throat and he watched as you crossed your arms, shaking your head like a disappointed parent.

"I don't know what made you so upset before you came here but it gave you no right to call Bruce names and get angry with him."

Vance knew this, he knew he was in the wrong all the way this time but he couldn't help it, always thinking with his mouth and fists and never that head of his.

He huffed "Yeah? Well, he shouldn't even fucking being over here....with you...alone."

You raised your brows, holding back the urge to scoff "So you're the only one who gets to be alone in my room with me?"

"No! I...I'm not saying that but-"

"Then what are you saying, Vance?"

And there it was, that word vomit that he had been trying so hard to hold back.

"I'm saying that I love you, okay?! I fucking love you and every time I'm around you I just fall harder for you!" He shouted, voice cracking like he was on the verge of tears.

"So yes when I saw you alone, painting nails and giggling with Bruce 'Hearthrob' Yamada I was a little pissed off!"

It was silent after that.

Not even any music playing in the background to fill it up, just complete silence and the heavy pants of Vance.

It was probably four minutes of silence before you had spoke up.

"So you mean to tell me..you were rude to Bruce because you were jealous?"

Vance had gave a small nod, biting on the inside of his cheek.

You had let out a huff, chuckling a bit "Vance...that had got to be the most idiotic thing you've ever done. I don't even like Bruce like that, we're like siblings ."

"Oh.." Vance mumbled, now more embarrassed than before. He would definitely owe the boy an apology at school tomorrow.

"And plus, I'm not really into baseball players, I like people who play pinball."

His eyes widened slightly as he pointed to himself "You're... You're talking about me, right?"

"No Vance, I'm obviously talking about Moose. Yes, you."

"Why me?"

You tilted your head in confusion "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why me? I'm not definitely not a dreamboat like Bruce or-"

He was cut off by your lips on his, that vanilla flavored ChapStick you always wore now glossing over his lips and he stared at you like a deer in headlights when you pulled away.

You tilted your head and shrugged "I don't want dreamboat Bruce or any other person you're about to name."

You grabbed his hand and held him softly while grinning up at him "I want been my best friend for years troublemaker Vance."

It was quiet for a bit and Vance rubbed his thumb over the palm of your hand after you made it pretty clear that you weren't letting his hand go.

"You sure?"

You placed another kiss on his cheek, pretending to think for a moment before nodding.

"Positive. Couldn't see myself with anyone else."

He had smiled and brought you close to wrap his arms around you and decided that walking over to the bed would just be too much and he slid down the wall onto the floor with you.

With you laying on his chest and playing with his curls that definitely needed a good wash or brush he had heard you mumble;

"Well...maybe Keanu Reeves..."

"[Y/n]."

"Joking! Joking! You gotta admit he's pretty though"

He gestured to himself "Am I not?"

"Oh you are! Prettiest boy in Denver. But have you seen Keanu Reeves?"

Sure he had competition with Keanu Reeves but at least he knew that he outranked everyone in Denver.

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #vance hopper #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #bruce yamada #finney blake #griffin stagg #billy showalter #gwen blake #donna the black phone

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𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 ┊ 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝗃𝖾𝖿𝖿'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

synopsis (request). shauna comes over to jeff's place to hook up, completely unaware that his younger sister, you, are home too. she gets mad at him for saying he was home alone, since you obviously realized that they're having an affair. shauna begs you not to tell jackie about it, and you agree, but only under one condition.

cw. himbo jeff, cheating, shauna's first time with a girl, minors dni; smut with plot, power bottom reader, soft top shauna, corruption (?), strap-on use, cum-filled strap, riding, oral.

wc. 4.4k

It was 10:30 pm. You were lying on your stomach in bed, enjoying a lollipop and flipping through a magazine you had purchased earlier in the day. As you listened to music playing from your speaker, you suddenly heard a knock at the door. However, you chose to ignore it and continued with your own activities.

A second knock followed.

"Jeff, get the door!" you called out to your older brother, but received no response. Another, louder knock echoed through the house.

“Jesus christ,” you muttered with annoyance, rising from the bed and making your way downstairs towards the door. As you approached the door, frustrated with your lazy brother for not answering it, you muttered under your breath, “asshole.”

Your parents were not home that day as they were both away on a business trip for two days. This meant that the person at the door was either one of Jeff's friends or the pizza you both had ordered earlier.

As you unlocked and opened the door, expecting to see Randy, you were taken aback by a pair of big, mesmerizing brown eyes—belonging to Shauna Shipman. Shauna was the best friend of your brother's girlfriend. You often spotted her around university, hanging out with your brother's group of friends or in the hallways, but the two of you had never spoken before. It's not like you had a reason to, considering they were two years older than you. You also knew of her because Jackie frequently mentioned her when she came over, but that was the extent of your knowledge about Shauna.

But now, as she stood right in front of you, you began to realize how pretty she actually was—something that had never crossed your mind before. Her big brown eyes were beautiful, with a hint of melancholy lingering within them. Her lips were plump, soft, and had a gentle redness to them. Her hair was pulled back, with two strands gracefully falling on either side of her face, framing it perfectly. She wore a white shirt layered with a dark red flannel on top, along with ripped jeans and black converse shoes. If you had known she looked like this all along, you would have definitely tried to hit.

Why is she here, though? Are Jeff and her even that close?

Just as you were about to speak, a voice came from behind you.

"Shauna! Hey!" Your brother responded, accompanied by his characteristic charming smile and tone.

You turned around and stepped aside, so as not to be in the way.

"Hey, Jeff," Shauna greeted him with a smile, although she seemed a bit tense, as if she hadn't expected you to be there.

"Come on in," he said casually. "This is my younger sister, Y/n. I'm sure you've seen her around," he added as Shauna entered and Jeff closed the door behind her.

"Yeah... Nice to meet you, Y/n," she replied with a forced smile, still showing traces of uneasiness on her face.

"Hey," you greeted with a fake smile.

"Well, we're heading upstairs to work on a project. Can you open the door for the pizza when it arrives?" Jeff said, gesturing for Shauna to follow him up the stairs.

"Work on a project, huh?" You chuckled incredulously. You weren't sure if it was the overpowering scent of his cologne, the fact that he had just showered, or simply that it was already 10:30 pm on a Saturday night. But you knew for certain that those two weren't going upstairs to study. Poor Jackie, you thought. You and Jackie only interacted when Jeff was around, and you were aware of her apparent sassy demeanor at school. However, she had always been kind to you, and you appreciated her. You also knew how much she cared about Shauna. So, the fact that your brother and she were up to who knows what behind Jackie's back made you sympathize with her.

Shauna paled at your words, realizing that she had messed up—she knew that coming over to Jeff's house was already a huge risk, and now you had caught her in the act. When Jeff mentioned that his parents were out and he was home alone, she certainly didn't expect you to be there.

"Uh... what?" Jeff responded, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. "Just because I have an academic alert doesn't mean I don't study," he retorted.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, rolling your eyes at his feeble attempt to cover up his lie.

"Anyway, get the pizza," he instructed, before finally heading up the stairs, with Shauna following closely behind.

Leaning against the front door, you sucked on your lollipop slowly, observing them with narrowed eyes as they made their way to their destination. As Shauna reached the last step, she turned to glance at you, concern evident on her face, but quickly averted her gaze back to Jeff and continued following him.

"I can't do this," Shauna said abruptly, breaking her kiss with Jeff and getting off him, hastily putting on her shoes.

"What's the problem?" he asked with a puzzled expression.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me your sister was here?" she asked, annoyed, trying to keep her voice down.

"Because it doesn't matter," Jeff replied dismissively, as if Shauna was being unreasonable. "You two don't even know each other, so what's the big deal?" he added nonchalantly.

"You don't know what the big deal is? Are you kidding me?" Shauna asked incredulously. "She knows Jackie, Jeff. What if she says something?" she said, her words laced with deep concern.

"She won't," Jeff assured her, his tone overly confident.

"Stop being so damn casual about it. Do you even care at all?" Shauna questioned, her frustration evident.

"Well, if you were so concerned, maybe you shouldn't have slept with your best friend's boyfriend in the first place," he retorted.

"Fuck you, Jeff." Those were Shauna's parting words as she slammed the door behind her, making her way to the bathroom outside. She needed to wash her face, feeling suffocated and unable to think clearly.

Shauna locked the door behind her and turned on the sink, allowing the cold water to flow. Placing her hands on the sink, she took deep breaths, attempting to regain her composure. Rolling up the sleeves of her flannel, she splashed her face with water, trying to clear her mind and focus on the sensation of the cold water against her warm skin.

Feeling calmer now, she started to contemplate her situation. She couldn't afford to let Jackie find out, she just couldn't. She had to ensure that you wouldn't utter a single word. Determined, she decided that she wouldn't leave the house until she was certain that she had convinced you to keep quiet.

Knowing Jeff, he was probably going to end up jerking off and taking a nap until you woke him up for the pizza's arrival. That gave Shauna enough time to sort things out and talk to you. Taking another deep breath, she dried her face and hands, then stepped out of the bathroom, resolute in her decision to find you.

However, it didn't take her long because the moment she stepped outside, she ran into you. You were walking towards your room with a plate full of piping-hot pizza. Of course, you intended to let the rest of it cool down before informing your brother that the pizza had already arrived. It was the least you could do to honor Jackie—letting your brother chew on a dry and soggy microwaved slice of pizza.

"Had a good time?" you asked teasingly, finding it funny how Shauna was clearly shitting her pants.

"It's not what it looks like," she responded defensively.

"Oh, really? So, did an evil vacuum attack you? Or is there another reason for that mark on your neck?" you inquired sarcastically, chuckling as you observed her hurriedly trying to cover it with her hand—a clear sign that she hadn't noticed it when looking at herself in the mirror.

With that, you left her standing there, looking foolish, and made your way to your room. Closing the door behind you, you settled onto your bed. Picking up the remote control from your nightstand, you turned on your 16-inch Sony TV, positioned right in front of your bed. As you flicked it on, MTV appeared on the screen, and you decided to leave it there, in the mood for watching some music videos.

Just as you were about to take a bite of the delicious, piping-hot pizza you had been eagerly waiting for, you were taken by surprise when your door suddenly opened and someone quickly stepped inside, closing it behind them.

"Uhh… Come on in, I guess," you said, looking at Shauna with a clear expression of confusion, slowly moving the pizza away from your mouth and placing it back down on the plate.

"Can we talk?" she asked, her expression serious and filled with concern.

"Well, since you're already here," you replied suggestively, gesturing for her to start speaking.

"I just..." she began, unsure of what to say. Letting out a sigh, she continued, "Look, I know how this looks, but please, don't tell Jackie," she pleaded, getting straight to the point.

"About what? That you're sleeping with her boyfriend?" you responded challengingly, raising your eyebrows—an unexpected retort.

Taken aback by your blunt remark, she replied with embarrassment, scratching the back of her neck. "Y-yeah," she stammered, clearly flustered.

“And why should I do that?” you asked, slowly sitting up on your bed.

She approached, standing in front of the bed frame, trying to gather her thoughts. Just as she struggled to respond, you spoke up again.

“We’re not even friends, and if anything, I’m closer to Jackie. So, what do I gain from helping you?” you questioned, shifting from a sitting position to kneeling, slowly moving towards her, directly facing her standing figure.

"Don't think of it as helping me, think of Jeff. If you say something, you'll ruin his relationship," she urged, attempting to sound convincing.

You chuckled, confusing her with your response. Helping Jeff? Yeah, right. Destroying him sounded more like something you would want to do. Deep down, Jeff wasn't a terrible person, but he was incredibly dumb and purposely annoying. Despite his charm, he could be a real jerk at times, bossing you around and treating you more like a maid than his younger sister. You were tired of his bullshit. So, you started to contemplate things.

Jeff clearly didn't care about his relationship. Well, maybe he cared a little, mostly for appearances. Being popular himself and dating the soccer team's captain seemed like a good look. But you knew that as soon as you ended his current relationship, he would find another girl in no time. However, destroying his little affair? That would truly crush him. It wasn't because he cared about Shauna, but rather because cheating on Jackie with her best friend gave him a sense of power and superiority. By unraveling this secret and possibly exposing it, you would strip away his most treasured source of validation. And that's exactly what you planned to do.

You wouldn't act immediately, though. No, you would be cautious. You knew that it wouldn't be enough to expose him; you needed him to know that all along, while he thought he was getting away with his little scheme, you were right there, secretly enjoying it as much as him. So, with confident yet cautious hands, you slid your hands to Shauna's sides, gripping her belt loops, slowly pulling her a bit closer, and you spoke.

“I think I know a way you could keep me quiet,” you said, your thumb gently brushing against the line of her jeans, grazing her skin, while your breath mingled with hers.

Nervous yet intrigued, she replied in a trembling whisper, "And what would that be?"

"This," you declared, pulling her closer by the belt loops and sealing your lips together in a bruising, intense kiss. Your tongues immediately mixed together, and you could feel Shauna’s breath increasing as her hands found their way against the sides of your face. As her soft lips moved against yours, you grasped her face with one of your hands, pinching her cheeks and gently pushing her away to catch your breath. Locking eyes with her, you held the intense gaze for a moment.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said hastily, your eyes dilated as you looked at her, mouth partially opened.

Under different circumstances, Shauna would have declined. Despite fucking Jeff frequently, she wasn't the type to sleep around casually; she had always been somewhat reserved. However, she felt trapped. It was either this or risking her friendship with Jackie. Nevertheless, if she were being honest with herself, she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. She had never been with another girl before, but the thought had been lingering in the back of her mind for a while now, though she had always been apprehensive about exploring that aspect of herself. However, here you were, presenting her with an opportunity to experiment, and not only that, but you were also undeniably attractive. And to be honest, you were a better kisser than Jeff, she thought. So, without further hesitation, she pulled you back into another addictive kiss, this time with a bit more force, causing the both of you to fall onto the bed.

As your mouths continued to explore each other's, you gradually moved further up until your head rested on the pillows. Her lips seemed to grow in intensity as her thigh wedged between yours and began pressing against your center. Slowly rubbing against it, you started to take off her flannel shirt and then her shirt, discarding them on the floor. In response, she assisted you in yanking off your pajama shirt which joined the other pieces of clothing.

You moaned into her mouth as you felt her cool fingertips graze your skin, slipping beneath the fabric of your bra to caress and tease your nipples. You hastily unbuttoned her jeans before abruptly halting, a wave of desire blossoming in the back of your mind.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you glanced to your left, reaching out to open the nightstand’s cabinet and rummage through its contents. As you did so, Shauna's eyes fixated on the exposed, tender skin on your neck, and could not help but start giving it sloppy kisses, gently nipping and sucking at it as her fingers kept playing with your now swollen nipples. She was enjoying this a bit too much.

"Here, put this on," you instructed, handing her the double-ended cum-filled strap-on. She pulled away from your neck and looked at it with wide eyes, obviously never having seen one before. You couldn't help but find her puzzled expression endearing, deciding to help her out.

You asked her to take off her jeans, which she did immediately, dropping them on the ground. You were sitting on the bed with your legs wide open, with her kneeling between them in just her lingerie. Your hands moved to her waist, grasping it as you started placing slow and sloppy kisses from her chest down to her abdomen. Then, your hands moved down to her thighs, beginning to rub against them in a gentle yet seductive manner.

Shauna's fingers were intertwined in your hair, her face hovering above yours. As her breath hitched and she pressed her lips together tightly to stifle any moan, she could feel the dampness of her underwear beginning to grow.

You reached the hem of her underwear and slowly caressed the flesh right above it with your tongue, before biting down on the fabric. You used your hands to push down the sides, exposing a large, dark, damp area in the middle.

"You're so wet," you murmured against her skin as you tilted your head to look up at her. You gave her one last kiss on the abdomen before sitting back up. "That's good," you said, helping her slide off her underwear. Taking advantage of the closeness, you whisked away the clothes that were still covering each other's bodies, throwing them onto the heap of clothes on the floor.

You tenderly held her shoulders and guided her to lay down on the bed, positioning her legs with your hands and pushing them apart so you could get a glimpse of her glistening, wet cunt. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight.

You grabbed hold of the abandoned strap-on and slid it up her legs. "Are you ready?" You asked, looking intently at her nervous yet intrigued stare. She nodded, indicating that she was ready. Once she was ready, you gradually inserted the toy inside her, making her moan at the delicious stretch. You then wrapped the strap around her waist to lock it in place.

Her brown eyes were dilated, filled with desire as they locked onto yours. Her cheeks were flushed, and she pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, trying to stifle any sounds. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and her physique was truly captivating; all that soccer practice had certainly paid off.

The sight of her already sweaty, toned body glistening and her muscles slowly contracting with anticipation ignited a burning sensation in your center, and you felt as if waiting another second would cause you to burst into flames.

You climbed onto her body and aligned your opening with her cock, letting yourself sink onto it. “Oh fuck—,” you groaned as your walls stretched out and adjusted to Shauna’s girth inside you. At the same time, she felt the other end of the strap deliciously pressing against her cervix, and bit down on the back of her hand to muffle her moans. She then reached out for the bed sheets, gripping them tightly and releasing a low groan.

Once your walls adjusted to fit her cock snugly, you held onto her shoulders for stability and moved up and down at a swift speed. Every time your body fell on the faux cock, the other end went deep inside her, moving against her tight walls and hitting her right on the g-spot. "Y'like this, huh?" you breathlessly inquired, shifting the intensity of your thrusts from shallow up-and-down motions to deeper front-to-back movements, gliding your palms from her shoulders down her collarbones. She could only moan and nod in agreement, her attention firmly locked to the sensation of your grasp around her throat and the pleasure of having her body penetrated.

She released her white-knuckled grip on your bed sheets, and instead placed her hands on your breasts. Her fingertips caressed them with a light touch while she rolled your nipples between her thumbs and fingertips. As you kept riding the length of her cock, moving your hips back and forth to pleasing effect, you felt yourself getting stretched more and more as she pushed deeper inside of you. Slippery smacking noises echoed off the walls, and you couldn’t believe Jeff was still sleeping through it. “Mmh- feels so fuckin’ good,” Shauna let out in pleasure. It had never felt this good with your brother, it was like losing her virginity all over again, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Your vision began to fuzz out as Shauna changed the pace, gripping your hips to hold you in place and thrusting with aggression. You felt every inch of her slide in and out of you with ease, your slickness running down your legs and onto her abdomen. Your breaths became shallower and faster as her cock stroked against your g-spot and kept thumping against your cervix over and over. "I-I'm gonna cum," Shauna uttered breathily, her eyes glazing over and her mouth agape, tongue nearly falling out. Her hips were moving rapidly as her motions became more desperate and sloppy. You released her neck and put your palms on top of hers, grasping them firmly as you attempted to keep up with her movements, making them deeper.

“Don’t cum yet, wait for me,” you begged as warmness spread throughout your body from her relentless pounding. “I want you to fill me up as I cum,” you pleaded with a desperate edge to your voice, but the thought of filling you up made her lose control right away. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” she cried out with a final push, her eyes fluttering as a warm liquid oozed from both sides of the strap-on. As you were filled up, your body tensed and your clench tightened around her girth. You threw your head back in pleasure as her thickness surged through your walls and her hands clung to your waist.

Exhausted, you let your naked body collapse onto hers as you both laid there, cockwarming the strap. You remain still for a few minutes, allowing your breaths to slow down.

When your heart rate became slower, you placed your hands on either side of her head and slightly lifted yourself up, gazing down as she blearily opened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, glistening with sweat, and her lips quivered.

“I told you not to cum yet,” you said in a low and husky voice.

“I’m sorry,” she answered sheepishly, unsure of what else to say.

You reached out and ran your hand gently along her cheek, then lightly stroked her lower lip with your thumb. “I want you to clean me up,” you said as you moistened your own lips, making it clear that this was not a request but rather a statement.

Shauna despised how Jackie would boss her around, making her feel like a lapdog, a mere sidekick. It truly got on her nerves. However, your self-assuredness and the way you confidently took charge aroused her. You were instructing her on what to do, yet you also empowered her to carry it out in her own way. You were guiding her, yet she felt in control. And she absolutely loved it.

Your lower body rose until the faux penis was entirely out of your pussy, cum dripping from it. You crawled upwards on Shauna’s body, until your legs were on either side of her face, and your glistening wet pussy and thighs were facing directly at her. The lack of experience evident in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it," You tried to give her some assurance, letting her know you would help her out. Her body seemed to ease up under your words.

She took the lead and embraced your thighs with her hands, pulling you closer as her hands stroked your thighs. You responded by pressing your hips downward and settling your pussy over her open mouth. And her lips immediately began to kiss your cunt passionately with open-mouthed kisses, taking in every inch of your wetness.

With each kiss, she seemed to become more confident, pushing her tongue further into you as she ran it up and down with long strokes. Her hand moved from your hips to cup your ass, pulling it closer to her mouth in between licking sessions. She expertly explored every inch of you with her tongue, leaving you breathless.

Not long after, she began circling your clitoris with the tip of her tongue, sending shivers down your body. "Fuck Shauna," you moaned out, "you're so fuckin’ good at this," you said, making her moan at the praise. You pushed your pussy impossibly closer against her mouth, wanting more of her lips and tongue against your clit. The vibrations of her moans cursed through your clit like electricity, making it spasm with need. You grabbed the back of Shauna's head as she lapped hungrily at your most sensitive spot, crying out as the orgasmic energy built up inside of you.

Your body quivered as the orgasm finally hit you, and your grip on Shauna's hair tightened further with each wave that crashed through your being. You gasped for breath as the pleasure raced through, until finally it started to ebb away. She released you from her grasp, but not before giving one final kiss to your still quivering inner walls.

After the bliss of your orgasm finally subsided, Shauna pulled away and looked up at you with a satisfied smile. "Was that good?" she asked timidly, her voice husky from exertion. You could only nod in agreement, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Without a word spoken between you both, you shifted and laid down beside her on the bed. You snuggled against her body and watched as she slowly undid the strap around her waist and slowly pulled it out of her pussy. Her breathing gradually returned to its steady rhythm as she laid the strap on your nightstand.

Once you had finally calmed down, you reverted back to your usual sarcastic demeanor. "You were better than I expected," you joked.

"Fuck you," she replied, playfully nudging your arm.

"No, but seriously, you were amazing," you said sincerely, turning to look at her and giving her a gentle smile.

Your words made her heart flutter, and just as she was about to respond, you interrupted the sweet moment. "You were good enough to keep me quiet for a while, at least until we meet again," you said, causing her eyebrows to raise in surprise. “What? Don’t tell me Jeff makes you feel this good,” you remarked, staring at her with a serious expression.

"Of course he doesn't. He lasts like 3 seconds and then falls asleep," she replied with a chuckle, causing you to burst into laughter.

"Of course he does," you replied, both of you laughing at his expense.

Silence fell between you again as you lay side by side, finding comfort in the quietness, both of you gazing up at the ceiling. Shauna turned out to be nicer than you had initially thought; she was growing on you. Despite the complicated situation with Jackie and your brother, which had led you to think of her as a bitch, you realized she was actually more reserved than you had assumed.

"Hey," you spoke up, catching her attention and making her turn to look at you once more. "Do you want to stay the night?" you asked shyly, "It's already pretty late," you explained.

A faint blush tinged her cheeks, barely noticeable, as a fluttering feeling returned to her chest.

"The pizza arrived an hour ago. We can watch a movie and finish the whole box before Jeff wakes up," you suggested, a mischievous smile crossing your face. "He'll get so pissed," you chuckled at the thought.

She laughed too. "Sounds good, I'm in," she replied, giving you a gentle smile.

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Dance of the Damned

It had been a very hard week for ______, she had to catch up on her work. Therefore, she did not visit heaven or hell as such. No one had communicated with her in all this time, so her boredom was monumental, as well as a tiredness that she had not felt in centuries.

She decided to sit for a moment in her favorite chair in the living room of their cozy house. The radio was off, which seemed strange since Al usually left her some music to fill the loneliness, but nothing... there was only silence... Thinking about Alastor, she looked at the photo next to the radio, in which the two of them were. Photo taken 2 months after Alastor arrived in hell.

90 years ago…

BANG

A very loud shot rang in _____'s ears, but this was not just any shot at just any random person. Someone killed one of the most famous serial killers of the time in New Orleans by a gunshot to the head.

At that moment the woman was going to collect the souls of small children in a hospital, but she preferred to go first with this famous murderer.

_____: I can't let a lost soul like his terrorize the living... it's better if I take him away now.

Arriving at the scene of the shooting, she found this man lying on the ground, Alastor, a famous radio host, murderer, and practitioner of cannibalism and voodoo. His soul had not yet detached itself from his body, surprisingly. But that wound on her head looked painful, so she _____ decided to end his well-deserved suffering, causing the separation between soul and body.

Finally, he opened his eyes, having a confused look... but she was even more confused when she saw the big smile plastered on his face.

Alastor: What just happened?

_____: Um… hello… Alastor

Alastor: Hm? Oh, how are you dear! What is a beautiful lady like you doing here today!

_____: Yes, how are you... you just died from a shot in the head... I am death, and I have come to take your soul.

Alastor: Well, that is interesting! Who knew that death itself would be a beautiful woman!

_____: Sure… you know where you're going, right?

Alastor: Hm? But of course, darling! I'd be surprised if you took me to heaven!

_____ was more than confused, but what a strange attitude this man had. In her entire existence, she had never found someone so relaxed about his death. Well, Jesus was one, but that's another story. Coming back to reality, she noticed that the man's smile had gotten a little smaller, but it didn't disappear.

Alastor: Before I go, dear, could you do me a favor?

_____: A last will? Yes, I don't see why not...

Alastor: Could I see my mother one last time?

_____: Uh… sure. Lead the way, I'm not sure who your mother is.

Although it is understood that she has very extensive knowledge, she does not have knowledge of the relationship between all human beings.

_____ escorted Alastor to his house, where there were some men at the door, and who seemed to be his mother also at the door.

Alastor's mother was an elderly, dark-skinned woman with a very humble face. But at that moment, she was more than devastated, it seemed that she had just received the news of the death of her son, it was moving even for _____. She looked up at Alastor and was surprised. She wasn't smiling… That pleasant and disturbing smile was gone.

When the men left, the woman fell to the ground, she was crying her eyes out. After all, a mother shouldn't watch her child die, it was usually the other way around.

Alastor's soul approached her mother, and he knelt beside her. _____ moved away a little out of respect for the moment. But she couldn't help but listen to Alastor and the words he gave to his mother.

“Mother, I want to say goodbye to you. Because the time has come for you to walk the path without me. Don't cry, please. I would like to see you smile again. I want you to know that I can never forget you and only the wind knows what you have suffered because of me. There are so many things that I never told you in life, that you are everything I love, and now that I am no longer with you, I will take care of you from the other side."

Alastor gave her one last hug, and although, indeed, he was not physically there, her mother calmed down a little when she felt his presence.

Then he got up, and without looking directly at _____, he told her that he was ready.

_____: It's going to hurt a little, it's a long fall – she said as she opened the portal to hell.

Alastor, without saying more words, crossed the portal, and _____ stayed there, looking sadly at the woman.

Giving a sigh he walked away a little and decided to take human form. Hiding her wings, transformed into a shorter, younger woman with brown hair and gray eyes. She approached Alastor's mother and helped her with what she could.

“Thank you, dear… you are an angel”

After that particular day, _____ returned to his routine work, keeping that woman's words in mind.

The days passed, and _____ checked on Alastor's mother from time to time, she realized that her health was worsening due to the depression of Alastor's death. She was getting worse and worse... until 2 months after their first meeting, the woman died. And it was no surprise for _____ to send her to heaven, she was such a pure woman, so kind and humble.

Taking into account her situation, she _____ decided to go to hell to find Alastor to inform him of the death of his mother.

She looked for him, she asked for him... ______ had no idea what Alastor looked like in hell, the last time they saw each other he was simply a more ghostly version of the human version of his.

Until she finally found him, a red demon, with a very big smile, ears and antlers of a deer. He had grown a little since the last time, but he was still no taller than _____, she has been 2 meters since her beginning.

Alastor recognized her and invited her to his “house." He told her about what had happened in hell, and how he was becoming a well-known demon in the ring of pride. In addition to asking _____ that he always wanted a photo with her, but he didn't have the opportunity. So a couple of pictures were indeed taken, one for Al of her and one for her.

Alastor: And tell me, my dear, what is the reason for your visit!

_____: Well... I'm afraid to tell you that your mother passed away today...

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And since then... I have not seen Alastor with a genuine smile.

I was inspired by the song "Desde mi cielo" by Mägo de Oz.

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Mommy Is a Skank

Joan couldn't wipe the smile off her face, even after Marty angrily threw her down on the bed. It would remain until the back of his hand landed sharply across her cheek.

"My God, what's going on with me," she sobbed into her hands.

Tell me now – what the hell happened," he thundered

"Why don't you just tell me what happened after you left the School Board Meeting!" His voice was shrill with rage.

Joan closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and began.

"After leaving the Meeting Hall, I got on the highway and was taking my usual route home. I was listening to the radio, and I guess I got a little distracted and wound up missing my exit. I'm not familiar with that side of town, and now I know why. There was nothing around but boarded up storefronts, and dingy, rundown apartment buildings…"

I was desperate to find a gas station or someplace to get directions. Sitting in my car in the dark it brought back that whole, terrible night in the cabin - Where I was fucked by two thugs and then put on my knees and had to suck off both of those thugs, while you did nothing but watch. she said.

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"I must have snapped or something. I was sitting in the car in front of this Homeless Shelter, and I just started crying like a baby. I looked up, there was this black man knocking on the window of the passenger side. He must have been 6'4", very large, and with a shaved head. . Before I knew it he had opened the door and was sitting next to me."

"The next thing I remember is that we were in the back seat, and he was reaching up underneath my skirt and tugging down my panties. The he started fucking me doggie style" Joan said

However, Joan also left out the part about her screaming 'Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me", so loud that it attracted the attention of a number of the shelter residents who hung out the windows hooting and cheering.

"While I was being fucked in the back seat another man got in the car and drove off. He stopped the car in some garbage strewn alley. I was lying with my face down in the backseat, and I could feel this big black man ejaculating all over my rear-end. Then this Spanish guy spread my legs and began fucking me while the other guy watched: Joan cried

Joan ended the story there. She felt it wouldn't be a good idea to describe how she pulled her knees back to her ears so the spanish guy could pound away with greater ease. Marty would never know how many times she climaxed when the black guy fucked her from behind or how she licked every drop of cum off the head of the spanish guy's cock when he was through fucking her.

To Joan's surprise, Marty was beside her - hugging her. In his mind, she wasn't some demented, cock-crazy skank but his poor, sweet wife victimized by two animals. If anything, she sensed he felt partly responsible. Wasn't it he who introduced her to this with his sick fantasy?

"We've got to call the cops and find those bastards!"

"No Marty, please I just want to put this behind me and move on! Please Marty, don't involve the police."

The following day, Marty took her to the doctor for a thorough check-up and full battery of tests. The news was good. Other than a very sore crotch, a few bruises, and friction burns on her knees and butt, she was fine physically. Thankfully, her desecrators didn't leave any permanent mementos of their good time.

Later that week She, Marty, and the kids were attending a barbecue at a neighbors' home. It was a typical boisterous late summer party; there was music, beer, and plenty of laughs. Jennifer and Marty Jr. were having a great time laughing and playing with the other children. Everyone seemed to be having fun, except Joan. There was a time when she would've been in her element at an event like this, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. These people who she considered her friends now all seemed so dull and predictable.

Joan watched Marty clustered with a bunch of other men near the grill gabbing about fluctuations in the commodities market. Perhaps it was the crushing boredom, but all of a sudden she just started feeling tremendously horny. She wanted sex – filthy sex - and wanted it immediately. Marty was heading in the direction of the cooler when she found her opportunity. She waylaid him and discretely led him into the house.

"Joan, what's up? Are you having a good time?"

"Marty – let's fuck!"

Marty looked over his shoulder to see if anyone overheard.

"Joan, honey – we're at a party; there are people everywhere," he whispered.

She dragged him up a flight of stairs, and pulled him into the first bedroom she saw.

"Joan, I don't know if this is the place," Marty pleaded as Joan dropped to her knees and undid his belt.

Joan sucked and licked his pole like a child with an ice cream cone on a hot day. However, this would merely be an appetizer.

"Fuck my ass! Ass Fuck your slut wife - Do it"

Joan tugged down her panties, turned around, bent over, hiked up her dress, and invitingly wiggled the luscious white ass in his face.

"C'mon - fuck my ass – I need it," Fuck me Fuck this Skank ass".

Realizing she wasn't going to give in, Marty grabbed her waist and plunged in.

.Joan winced at the searing pain but quickly recovered her asshole was pounded by Marty's hard cock.

"Oh Yeah Fuck my skank ass" Joan finger fucked her dripping cunt as Marty fucked her asshole.

He came hard with a series of violent, angry pumps as he shot his cum deep into her ass.

Joan then started fisting her cunt until she squired her juice all of the bedroom floor. Joan's body spasmed, heaved, and ultimately collapsed with a sigh Marty gave her no time to rest in the afterglow. He pulled her to her feet.

"We are going back downstairs, we're going to get the kids, and go home!"

A limp, glassy-eyed Joan said nothing as Marty dragged her down the stairs.

After a polite but awkward goodbye, Marty marched his family out to the car. The kids whined in the back, as Mom and Dad sat up front without speaking.

Once home, he sent the kids to their rooms, threw Joan on the couch and read her the riot act. Two tense weeks passed and a shamed and penitent Joan worked hard to appease her husband. Skeptical, he had taken his vacation to stay home and keep a watchful over her. He arranged to have her see a highly regarded psychiatrist, and diligently drove her to her twice-weekly appointments. True to his word, the children would stay with his sister indefinitely.

With bills to pay and no vacation time remaining, Marty reluctantly returned to work. The children, however, would remain with his sister until he was absolutely certain Joan was free of all deranged compulsions.

It would be a long day for Joan, made even longer without the kids to look after. There was little else to do other than curl up in bed with a book. After about an hour, Joan gave up; she didn't even have the energy to read. Depressed, she tossed the book aside and went back to bed. Around noon, the sound of someone at the front door stirred her from an uneasy sleep. Not in the mood for another pious lecture, she lingered in the bed for a while before making her way downstairs.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard the low rumble of conversation coming from the kitchen. ?

As she approached the doorway, she stopped dead in her tracks. A familiar face greeted her, but it wasn't Marty's.

"There's the freak!"

Cyrus, the black man who fucked her doggie style in the back of her car sat at her kitchen table picking over last night's leftover fettuccini. He didn't come calling by himself. Across from him sat a young girl eating Raisin Bran from the box. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, with bright orange hair and skin as like dark chocolate. There were tattoos up and down her arms, and her nose sported a small, silver ring.

"Freak-baby, I'd like to introduce you to my friend Tasha - she a runaway, and I'm lookin' out for the poor child."

Though shaken, Joan somehow mustered the strength to speak. "I-I'm sorry…b-but…y-you'll have to leave."

"Damn bitch, is this how you treat company? You actin' like you weren't expectin' us! You must have known, I'd be paying you a visit when I took your wallet!"

Joan's heart skipped a beat when Cyrus hoisted his massive frame from behind the table and walked toward her.

"I think I know what you need," he said with a sinister sneer in his voice. "I think maybe you need a little bit o' lovin'."

Joan turned away. She wished she was a million miles away but there was no denying she felt a rush. Once again, terrible urges beyond reason would take control of her.

I can't do this-I can't do this-I can't do this! The thought ran through her mind like a mantra.

As soon as his hot, filty breath hit her neck, her defenses crumbled.

She offered no resistance when Cyrus pulled her blouse up over her head.

"Hey Tasha – don't them titties look nice all scrunched up in that sexy little white bra?"

Tasha didn't say a word and kept on picking through the cereal box.

"Now that we seen the titties, we gots to have a look at that fine butt!"

Joan was in the grip of the fever now. She didn't need to ask what he meant; she just undid her slacks and let them slide to the floor. Then she pulled her panries down and said to Cyrus

" You want some of this white skank ass don't you"

To be continued . . . . . . .

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Learning from Mistakes

Pairing: Jeongin x reader, Hyunjin x reader Word Count: 3.3k Genre: Angst, Fluff Warnings: Swearing, heartbreak, cheating, slightly suggestive

Keeping your relationship secret was a bit of an issue was he ashamed of you? Was he embarrassed? Or was it better than you didn't know the real reason.

"Baby, I have to go" Jeongin whispered softly into your hair as he kissed you goodbye on your cheek.

"Do you have to go? it's 2 in the morning" you groaned opening your eyes slightly to take in his freshly shower appearance, his hair still slightly damp and scented by your shampoo.

"Yeah I have to get back before the guys figure out I'm missing" he sighed apologetically before kissing you sweetly.

"Will you ever actually stay? or are you embarrassed because I'm just part of the staff?" you whispered against his lips accidently letting your internal monologue become words.

"I will stay but I can't tell them yet, you know how protective they can be, it's easier this way for now" he let hand cup your face while he rested his forehead against yours.

"Hmm, I guess I will see you later then" you pecked his lips softly letting him leave into the darkness of your hallway listening for the front door to open and then close again the electronic lock humming as it relocked. It always stung you to watch him leave in the middle of the night as though he had been recording, working out, practicing or just eating alone.

You had gotten a call in the early hours of the morning that you were needed for the Stray Kids music video shoot as one of the other make up artists had called in sick. Your boss at JYP had rearranged your schedules to make it all work but it was going to mean a long day for you even if that long day was at least in the vicinity of Jeongin. You arrived early for the first call on the set, prepping your make up kit and going over the looks one last time to ensure you made no mistakes. The members would be arriving in an hour or so for today's shoot and you knew it was going to be hard work to not spend your day stealing glances at him and pretending you didn't know each other more than work acquaintances. You were working on Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Chan for this shoot and you knew that no matter what happened you were never going to be working on Jeongin, he always made sure that he was able to keep you as separate as possible even when he didn't know you were going to be working together.

Loud laughter and noise always preceded Stray Kids and you were well and truly used to it but now, it never bothered you, but today the laughter was slightly different to the normal chaos. You watched on smiling as they piled into the dressing room, all iced Americano's, snacks and headphones as each one went to the area they were required in first Felix to hair, Chan to wardrobe and Hyunjin straight to your make up chair.

"What are you doing here? We have missed you! How have you been?" he smiled sweetly as you clipped his hair back from his face smiling.

"I am alright, busy. I mean not as busy as you guys are but I am just covering today" you smiled in return always happy to chat with any of them about anything.

"You sure your ok? you seem I don't know sad?" he hummed watching you in the mirror closely his eyes soft.

"I'm alright really Hyunjin, I just didn't sleep well I woke up far too early and couldn't get back to sleep" you shrugged not really lying to him just only telling him half of the story.

"I hate when that happens, it's like you can't turn your brain off" he hummed closing his eyes as you started blending the base and applying concealer. You took your chance to glance around and figure out where the other members were, Han was on his phone in the make up chair behind you and you guessed from the loud noises coming from the next room Changbin was in wardrobe too but there were no signs of Jeongin anywhere.

"Are you looking forward to the shoot? I heard there was some super fun looking things on set but I haven't been able to check it out" you returned your attention to Hyunjin hoping that you could distract yourself.

"We're all so excited comebacks are always so much fun, teasing stay and watching them try to figure out what is a spoiler" Hyunjin grinned his eyes lighting up "plus some of my art is being used today".

"That's incredible Hyunjin" you met his eyes in the mirror "You always show such beautiful art to stays".

"Oh you have seen what I post then?" his eyes softened as you nodded silently.

"I've noticed that there has been teasing going on, there are dozens of articles popping up to analyze everything you guys do. It is hilarious sometimes" you giggled.

"Oh yeah what have you seen?" He quizzed as you turned him towards you to make sure his eye make up was even.

"There are articles about what you guys have changed your backgrounds to on bubble, something Chan said about stargazing, rumors about whether you spoiled things in lives. Stay are so intense about it" you continued as his smile widened as you spoke.

"What do you think?" he asked teasingly letting you apply the lip gloss he would be wearing.

"I think you guys are too chaotic for me to ever know what is happening" you teased right back "you're all done now Hyunjin so I guess I have Felix next" you grinned spinning his chair for him to stand.

You finished all the boys up before you grabbed your touch up kit to take to set for any fixes and alike while they filmed, walking down the hall to the set you could still hear loud laughing but as you stepped out onto the quiet set you found yourself looking at what seemed like an art gallery, it was an attractive aesthetic that you though was going to be an interesting visual to watch once it was filmed. Putting your things down in your little area so that you were fully prepped you heard giggling followed by Jeongin's voice hushing someone, with your curiosity piqued you wandered through the set to find him only to catch a glimpse of him sitting on a deep blue couch with a pretty brunette in his lap. Freezing you watched her run her hands through the same blonde hair you had the night before while he leaned in and kissed her while whispering something that made her giggle again.

"Inn-ah your up for makeup" Changbin's voice echoed around the empty space as you slipped back behind the set to go back to your station and wait your heart shattering in your chest. There was no way that you could be in the same room as him especially with some other girl hanging off of him. You sat alone on the edge of the set hoping your hardest that no one would come looking for you for the next twenty minutes just fixing your make up and putting in some eye drops to cover your breakdown. Gathering your anger and sorrow you walked back to the make up room to finish anything you needed to do before they started.

"There you are sorry I didn't get the chance to tell you how glad we were to see you this morning" Chan smiled as you reappeared in the room you had been working out of.

"Sorry I was just prepping the set touch up station for once filming started" you explained going back to where he was sitting in your make up chair. You had finished the four members you were responsible for so Chan staying in your make up chair was a little strange when he could be eating or resting before the shoot.

"I wanted to ask you a few things if you don't mind" Chan asked quietly trying to keep from being overheard even though you were alone at that moment.

"Of course Chan" you smiled although you knew you must have looked nervous.

"It's nothing bad I just wanted to ask you not to mention the girl that Jeongin brought with him today, I'm sure you will see her around but were all trying to keep as much privacy as we can he hasn't had a proper girlfriend in a while" he continued trying to ease your nerves and instead unwittingly breaking your heart further. He had told them all about her but had hidden you for the last six month making it dawn on you that he either was ashamed of being involved with you or that even worse you were the other woman.

"Oh I'm never going to mention anything that happens on set to anyone I don't want to be responsible for spoilers or scandals" you swallowed hard hoping you could keep your emotions in check.

"I also wanted to ask if you were seeing anyone, not that I am asking for myself, but one of the kids...." he trailed off looking concerned as your eyes widened and your face fell slightly the mask you were trying to hide behind slipping for a moment.

"I'm not Chan, I only just broke up with someone so I'm still feeling pretty heartbroken" you mumbled feeling more unshed tears burning the corners of your eyes.

"Shit that's horrible, I'm so sorry" Chan apologized instantly reaching out and grabbing your hand to squeeze as Hyunjin and Felix came into the room.

"It's alright Chan, he cheated so it's still painful" you tried to reassure him as his eyes looked increasingly worried and angry.

"What's wrong?" Felix quickly shut the door behind him to give you some privacy.

"She has just broke up with her boyfriend and he treated her terribly" Chan filled them in quickly as you dabbed the corner of your eyes to keep your make up in place and avoid totally breaking down a second time.

"No don't cry over an arsehole, you're worth too much for that" Hyunjin whispered taking your other hand and squeezing it.

"Thank you, I try to keep my personal problems away from work, there is enough going on with you guys that you don't need me sobbing in the background" you tried to smile again but it failed.

Chan, Felix and Hyunjin had taken extra care of you that day and as each other member had found out it was becoming painfully obvious to you that Jeongin realized that he had fucked things up even though you would never have told anyone it was him that it was the mystery ex. You could see the way his behavior had shifted at the information he had been given by Felix and then his 'girlfriend' had suddenly been whisked away by staff. When you had finished for the day and sadly slunk your way home you had simply stripped your bedding and slept on your couch unwilling to risk smelling his scent again until you could wash your sheets and clean any trace of him away from your apartment.

So many months had passed and you had worked a lot more with other artist in the company spending time getting past your heartbreak and to a point where you were almost happy again, and although eventually you had gotten to a point where you would be able speak to Jeongin civilly while the others were around you were never going to fully forgive what he had put you through. You also had not had any follow up conversations with Chan about who he had been talking about so you assumed it had simply been one of the members harboring a simple crush that had faded while they toured.

It had been so long before you worked with the Kids again and you had been requested to do the make up of all of them for a dance rehearsal video they were filming to surprise Stay. Which you were nervous about but knew that you would be able to do, you had spent a lot of time healing yourself.

You arrived at the studio they were filming in with your kit and set yourself up in a corner not needed by the cameras and got yourself set up, since it was just a rehearsal video it just needed to be natural and make them look less washed out on camera. They all wandered in at different times the noise level going up with the addition of each member but they had seemingly organized who would be getting their makeup in what order so Chan instantly sat himself on the stool for you to start after he walked in.

"Hey Chan" you smiled softly "Tour been going well?"

"It's been amazing it's a shame we couldn't bring you along no one looks after us quite like you" he smiled back as you started on his base.

"There is always next time" you laughed rolling your eyes as you heard Han and Lee Know start shouting about something.

"I don't know if you remember I mentioned that one of the kids wanted to know if you were single it was a while ago" he trailed off keeping his voice low.

"Yeah I remember I assumed the interest had faded if I'm honest" you hummed as you began his eyeshadow.

"It hasn't I can assure you" he chuckled "but are you available or have you moved on from that last wanker with someone new?"

"I am still very single Chan" you admitted softly your face heating up despite your best efforts to keep yourself calm. Chan just grinned while you finished up getting off the stool and letting the next member, Seungmin, take his place.

"I'm sorry" Jeongin muttered quietly taking his spot on your stool halfway through the eight of them, you didn't answer immediately just quickly adding concealer to his already, annoyingly, bright skin.

"I am too, but for different reasons" You mumbled back not looking at his eyes as you quickly smoked out his eyeliner.

"I was so stupid" he sighed as you made the mistake of meeting his eyes and seeing how resigned they looked.

"Yeah you were" you swallowed moving away from him "all done".

"I hope the next guy makes you happy" he whispered leaving you feeling dumbfounded but you pulled it together and got through the others make up fairly quickly and were only partially deafened by Lee Know and Changbin's shouting as Han hit high notes while he sang. Making you rub your ear subtly as they continued playing around until everyone was ready to go.

Sitting silently you watched them smash out the recording in one take working together like a well oiled machine as they ran through it like it was as easy, you couldn't help that your eyes flicked to Jeongin for a second or so before falling back onto the others, noticing how each of them looked like they were moving with so much more confidence and power. After they watched the playback they decided to do one more take so you got yourself more comfortable and watched as they cooled themselves down a little before going straight back in. You were surprised how the second run seemed even more intense they were all looking so in sync and fierce and they moved and this time you couldn't help be drawn to watching the danceracha boys who were almost hypnotic as they danced.

"Ok that is a wrap" the director called after the second take and you shook your head to break the spell they had you under and began to get your things together.

"Can you hang around for a little bit we need to make some changes to the next schedule we have you booked for" one of the other staff asked as you finished your clean up.

"Of course" you nodded pulling out your phone to look up your schedules with the JYP artists that you already had. As the members slowly left waving or shouting goodbye it was just Chan, Felix and Hyunjin left and their manager who smiled at you producing a envelope with your name on it.

"This is a contract that we would like you to look over that would have you moved from floating between the groups to a permanent member of the Stray Kids team" he explained as you took the envelope from him and opened it "You don't need to sign it now but we have decided to juggle our team a little and we think it's time we had three full time make up artists instead of two and several assistants".

"Thank you, I will look over this and get back to you but I am very grateful for the offer" you grinned brightly as he finished collecting his stuff and left leaving you with just the three of them.

"Was this your doing Chan?" you turned to him the envelope still tightly gripped in you hands.

"Not all my doing but still if you agree I'll take credit" he teased as he turned to Felix steering him towards the door.

"Can I help you with you stuff you always seem to have your arms full?" Hyunjin asked almost shyly.

"Thank you Hyunjin" you smiled warmly at him as he helped you get your other things together.

"I was meaning to ask you something..." he trailed off shyly.

"Of course what is it?" you turned back to him meeting his eyes as his cheeks flushed pink.

"Did you want to go on a date...with me?" he mumbled stuttering over the last words

"You want to date me? Are you sure? I'm just a make up artist no one special" You rambled wide eyes looking at him like he had mistaken you for someone else, as he smiled affectionately at you.

"Yes and that is exactly why. You are so special but you just don't know that you are" his voice was soft as he stepped towards you taking your hand in his and stroking your knuckles gently.

"I'm just me, I'm just going to embarrass you" you looked as his fingers wrapped around your own your heart beating hard in your chest.

"Is that what he told you? because I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I will prove that to you every single day" he whispered as you looked up at him with watery eyes "Will you give me that chance?" his eyes were so hopeful as you looked into them chewing on your own lip.

"Alright Hyunjin" you nodded slowly as he broke out into a breathtaking grin carefully pulling you closer to him and placing his lips on your forehead.

"Jeongin should have treated you so much better than he did" he admitted softly pulling himself back to look at you "I promise you aren't making a mistake choosing me".

"You know about Jeongin?" you swallowed hard.

"Yes, he told me while we were on tour after the others found out I was interested in you" he smiled reassuringly "We talked and we realized that we both fell for you at the same time only he got you first. He knows he's an idiot for letting you go but he also knows that if we are together he has to just live with it".

"Are you sure you want that, the possibility of fracturing your group over a girl?" you asked cautiously.

"For you yes" Hyunjin whispered back stepping closer to you his eyes flicking from your own to your lips and back again.

"Would you just kiss her already!" You heard Changbin yell from the other side of the door as six faces peered through the glass panel of the dance room door making you tuck your face into Hyunjin's chest embarrassed but happy as the arguing out side the room got louder.

a/n: Thank you for reading this little drabble all your lies, reblogs and comments keep me going so thank you endlessly for those xx

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pelgraine · 1 month

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Halo s02e08 rewatch thoughts - many spoilers ahead:

Janine was actually being a huge bitch and Miranda displayed more restraint than I might have in the circumstances.

Jeanny also clearly lied - and badly - about having touched the object containing the spores. I mean, not only did she not look Miranda in the eye, she answered "I don't think so" to Miranda's question of whether she was there earlier.

Then we get the cheery music starting. Does anyone know what that song is?

We see Janine touch hands with another scientist on her way out down the corridor. At first glance I thought maybe they were girlfriends and she was just saying hello, but then I thought the other scientist was passing back the swipe card that Janine had borrowed from her in order to get into Miranda's lab. And on second thoughts, I'm thinking that is the case, and that it's not the first time Janine has borrowed someone else's pass to get in there. I think she just had hoped Miranda wouldn't be in there that time, which is maybe why she was being so passive aggressively bitchy - hoping that Miranda would stalk out in a huff, leaving Janine free to fiddle around with the Forerunner object once more.

But, as we know, it's much too late anyway.

We see the infection take over Janine. It's interesting watching it all again and seeing a few things I didn't note the first time around, like the order of progression of symptoms, or how negatively an infected individual appears to react to sound. Janine seemed to react specifically to sound as a threat, even before people got in her space.

The horror juxtaposed with the smiling scientists walking down the corridor beside the lab with the cheery tune, all oblivious, no one even looking through the window to see the male scientist lying twitching and dying as he bleeds out, is done so well.

I also really liked that we were introduced to the next scene in darkness with nothing but indistinct radio comms chatter and the sound of Perez whispering through a desperate prayer in Spanish. Having that sound before the picture came in seemed to make the circumstances even more stark and visceral. The fact that we can then hear Perez's breathing and whispers inside her helmet louder than anything else & juxtaposed with the apparent silence of the weapons fire we can see before them, or at least the relatively dull sounds of explosions going on all around them while they wait in the bay before the drop just makes the vast empty vacuum of space seem so much more apparent.

As an aside, does anyone have the words & translation of the prayer?

The scene where Perez is spinning wildly out of the control is beautifully done. Awe-inspiringly terrifying.

(I'm still 🥺🥺🥺 over Spartan mother Kai and her baby Spartan-III goslings. Perez is clearly the favourite pseudochild, or at the very least the one she feels most responsible for.)

I just realised, upon seeing John and listening to slimy politician Parangosky speak, that we don't know why Halsey vanished when Miranda was speaking to her in the previous episode. Many of us - including myself - had assumed Halsey had snuck away to get onto John's ship, knowing it was bound for the Halo.

I hate the way Parangosky says "Neither one of us has a choice." As far as we're aware she's the top dog at ONI. She definitely had a choice about the way she decided to spend all those Spartan-III lives as cannon fodder. I cheered when John says "who to save and who to sacrifice," especially when he says nothing more to her after that. It was also a nice touch that when John's words ring out into the room it's evident that all the ONI workers around Parangosky stopped what they were doing and listened in, judging by the lack of background noise during that bit.

I don't understand Kwan's line of "Its been watching me my whole life and now it's here." (I have to admit I don't understand the meaning of a Forerunner Geas placed on her bloodline.) I have to admit I do subscribe to the theory that whatever has been speaking to Kwan is a human consciousness stuck inside the Gravemind and she's just superimposed the face of that shaman lady she met on the visions it gives her. This makes a little more sense when we get to the bit where Kwan is literally swamped in Flood zombies and the voice stops them. If some part of the Gravemind remained human and had just enough control over the Flood for a short period, then I'd accept Kwan's amazing escape.

I actually loved Kessler and Ackerson's conversation. It was spot on for both of them, and also amusing. I also think, upon rewatching it now, that Ackerson has a soft spot for young children which makes sense. If his beloved sister died when she was 12 or thereabouts, it'd make sense he'd have spent much of his life looking for echoes of her in other young people and caring about their welfare generally.

There's so much hate for Laera online and honestly, I liked her so much more than Soren.

The slug sliding out of Janine's mouth it's actually nauseating to watch omg.

I love how well they did the entry onto the covenant ship. All the sounds they included are fantastic as well - the metal clunk of their armor down the corridor, the click and crunch of weapons, Perez's and the other S3s breathing, the groaning of the ship as it shifts around them. I laughed when Mullins said clear after they were told off for saying it last time 😂

Omg. The anticipation of what comes next even while I know what's going to happen is still incredibly high. It's so good!

That sound of the plasma charge and the way Olsson just calls out "Kai," before getting obliterated hits so hard.

I love how when Kai and the S3s hold fire during the pause, Kai tilts her head down and to the side at an angle to listen. Like, it's such an instinctive, ingrained human behaviour. I know it makes it easier for us as an audience to see that she's listening hard, but I also like the idea that it's just something you do instinctively in a tense moment, despite the fact that she's got that helmet and all the sound is probably piped in electronically. I also love the sounds her armor makes as she moves. It's done so well. You can just hear how much heavier, sturdier and more expensive the Mjolnir amor is than the S3s because of the difference in sounds.

Watching this scene again makes it so much more apparent how terrifying and enormous a roaring Elite is. I hadn't quite appreciated it in fights with the Spartans before.

I love that when Perez moves in and yells "Frag out!" Kai automatically moved to cover her back.

Oh man, when Kai calls for reload and support after the fleet arrives and you can see the ship turn towards them as the man is speaking - it's so tense I almost can't watch. The fact that they show Kai's eyes a few moments later looking sweaty, exhausted and a bit hopeless right before she flinches them shut at the sound of their support ship getting obliterated - too real.

The next scene where we have both Perez and John's past conversation relayed was very well done. Ups the emotional stakes even further and looks extremely cool when he flips the coin and watches as it slows in the air.

Fuck you, Parangosky. I cheered when John replied to "John you can't save them" with "you have no idea what I can do" before putting on the helmet. Hell. Yes.

(I'm skipping the next bit because honestly I don't really give a damn about Makee.)

God I love Perez.

"Goddamnit. We're going to die in this bullshit ship in a bullshit battle that means nothing, that we lost" yelled out over comms, all the while firing an endless stream of bullets.

I love Kai-125.

"What matters is you signed up to die for me. I signed up to die for you. Now, get your head in the game."

🥺🥰 I will immediately headcanon these two as future ride or die BFFs in all fic and in season 3.

The click of an empty pistol. The "Shit, I'm out." Perez's reply of "Yeah, me too. What do we do?"

Then "You ever fire a plasma rifle?"

"No."

"You never forget your first."

And then the run and slide and smooth motion of picking up the carbine to fire away while explosions are happening all around them is just beautiful. A++

Perez taking a few seconds longer to find and get her hands on the nearest weapon and then picking up a needler is perfect. The fact that she hones in on what looks like two grunts (or jackals) and an Elite or two whilst armed with nothing but a needler is fantastic.

Perez getting shot and her crying out to Kai's immediate cry of "Perez!" is not fantastic. I was worried she was a goner.

The way Kai runs forward, drags Perez back while Perez keeps firing? The way Perez turns to pick up a second needler to dual-wield both while being dragged to safety? The way she screams in rage as she's emptying the two needlers at a bunch of energy-sword armed Elites closing in on them, while Kai pulls her backward at speed?

I will be thinking about that scene for the next two years. It's honestly awe inspiring.

The way Kai says, exasperated, "you're an idiot" and the way Perez doesn't miss a beat to reply with "I'm an idiot with two needlers," is legendary.

I love them.

The way Kai sees the fact that Perez's injury is mortal wound level and just lets out an "Oh," in a sort of groan like oh shit, I don't think we can fix this - while Perez lays there with what seems to be part of her abdomen missing and insisting Kai help her up because she can still fight 🥺🥺 Honestly, Perez deserves to be recognised as a Spartan.

Watching Kai gently rest her armored hand on Perez's helmet for a long moment, looking at Perez like I love you but I can't save you, makes me want to cry.

They're out of ammo with no backup coming and Perez is saying tell me what to do frantically, and the way Kai just pauses to tell her she did good 🥺 like it's over for them already? Then Perez sees Kai pull the spike from her belt and tells her right away to use it even though she knows it's going to kill them both, kill everyone, because she's always known that "this was always going to be a one-way ticket." I cannot 🥺

Then Kai strides out to use the spike while the last few S3s fight and die around them, before being saved by the bell of an explosion. I noticed that Kai points her pistol in that direction and fires reflexively but you hear the same empty click from before. There's a horde of Elites at the door being made into chop suey, and Kai knows it's John. I think she'd recognise the sound of that armor and the way he fights anywhere and anytime, let alone the fact that only John could have made it through the wall of Elites.

I love how dramatic the scene was when John swaggers in after saving their asses, armed with the gorgeous energy sword. I mean, Kai was literally expecting they'd all be dead in the next several moments, with no hope and no backup, an entire fleet getting smashed behind her. John was supposed to be somewhere else entirely, saving humanity, so it's no wonder she's standing there looking a lot like she's questioning whether they might all be experiencing a collective hallucination of the Master Chief.

That scene where John and Kai stand looking out across the battlefield was genuinely moving. I also loved it because I keep coming back to the thought of "What do we say to the god of death? Not today!"

I hate how Kai lies to Perez and Mullins and says I'm right behind you. She pauses to make sure Mullins has enough balance to help Perez walk to the Condors, and then let's them go.

We're treated to the pretty sight of the extremely cool bridge controls and I remember thinking the first time I watched I was thinking oh shit, please let it not be the spike plan after all. We get to see the explosions reflected on Kai's visor for a breath, and then we're back to Zombieland.

The fact that the newly infected are stock still with the faint background sound of slithering was eerie as hell. Then Kwan goes "they're not breathing," and I absolutely agree with Soren's comment of "shit."

Then we see Flood-Janine do the exorcist and slime through the bars oh my god that's disgusting holy shit. It's like a tongue.

I have to admit Ackerson's saving them by pulling out the pistol endeared me to him quite a bit. Then I was thinking oh shit no they're all going to die when we discover the guard is infected too.

Here we have Halsey again! Still no explanation of where she's been except for the fact that she's clearly under guard. Where has she been? Why did she disappear right when Miranda was talking to her last episode? How long has she been gone?

I actually chuckled when Parangosky tells Halsey to command John and Halsey just conveys absolute disdain with one look.

She does it again when Parangosky says "Its just an AI you'll make him another one." Somehow one expression from Halsey manages to convey fuck you and you repulse me by mostly using just her eyes.

I was rather thrilled when Halsey disobeyed the order, for a number of reasons. Not only because she evidently cares about John, but because Parangosky's disregard for what Cortana means for the UNSC and the risks of the AI being left in the wrong hands is just plain stupid.

Then we're back to creeper voice dude. I had thought John was trapped with the Gravemind at first and was forced to recount his mission, but watching it again now you can really see the blue light glow at this point, especially when the creeper replies and there's a bit of a pulse of light across John's skin.

The fact that Cortana says "I've simulated all of the possible outcomes. This only ends one way, Chief. We're both going to be destroyed," in the ship crash on Halo before they both very clearly aren't lends weight to the theory that Kai's armor saves her later on as well.

I like how Ackerson manages to somehow sound creepy and threatening when he says "You have a lovely family." He's definitely an odd one.

God the Halo is beautiful. I wish I was better at screenshots so I could capture more of it and save it as my desktop. When we hear the themesong as John looks up at the curve of the Halo I got chills, both the first time and on the rewatch. Also loved the sound the energy sword makes when he unsheathed it to check it's functioning.

Perez wakes up in the bay of the Condor, with a gnarly wound and skin pale enough to make all the blood loss even more evident, sees Mullins - the only squadmate remaining alive - and asks for Kai. Mullins just tilts her head as though to say 'You know the answer to that one already. She's off doing stupid heroic shit.'

We see Kai spending a moment or two watching the mothership further decimating the UNSC fleet, before she glances down at the Corvette's controls and says how hard can it be. The next moment we see Perez - having correctly interpreted Mullins' facial expressions - immediately attempt to bail off the gurney, yell in pain and tear off her IV as she curls up before standing, stumbling towards the Condor's controls to look out the windows.

Mullins says "hey, you can't -" and Perez yells back "Stop!" in a voice more enraged than we've ever heard her use, before she limps forward into the Condor, itself awash with radio chaos of voices yelling and dying over comms. Perez limps on ahead and stops to watch through a floor to ceiling window, spotting the corvette she was previously on underneath the big Covenant mothership, and breathes out Kai's name in horror.

We see Kai manage the glowy ball controls well enough to steer her corvette on a collision course. We see Parangosky bring advised of what's happening, but only see Halsey looking like she's aware a Spartan is at the helm of the corvette.

We see Perez's face, dishevelled and a little bloodied, unable to tear her eyes away from watching someone she so clearly cares a lot for perform kamikaze. Then we've got Kai saying "this is going to hurt" a second before successfully steering her corvette into the mothership and destroying them both.

Now, I'm going to sidenote here to talk about my Kai lives theories:

1. We've just seen John and Cortana survive the ship they were on being destroyed when it crashed into the Halo. Cortana, an AI, was convinced neither of them would survive that, but they did, thanks to John's armor.

2. We've seen Kai make it through being on Halsey's ship which crashed and exploded before, back in season 1.

3. People who are going to die wouldn't necessarily use the words "this is going to hurt" before they're about to die. An expectation of pain like that implies that Kai expected to survive but very injured.

4. A lot of people have referred to a Spartan named Linda - which I have little knowledge of so won't expand on here - as evidence of the direction the show is likely to go in and therefore Kai survives. Further, we've got the intro scene in the Halo Infinite game where John is fished out of the black and revived by that lost Pelican pilot.

Anyway, the next scene is poor Perez's devastated face 🥺😭 and Mullins looking sad but not like the sight of Kai's death caused her physical pain the way it seemed to for Perez.

We're back to the CIC control room for a moment before we see Miranda still studying her sample. We see her startle at the noise I didn't immediately realise was effectively a phone ringing because it was so quiet and relatively non intrusive and now I want it for my ringtone so if anyone finds it please let me know. It's Halsey on the phone and Miranda says the thing I've been thinking all along with "Where the hell have you been."

Miranda tries to tell Halsey of the potential dangers and we hear her voice right as Halsey notes the bizarre behaviour of some of the security people around her in the CIC - though we know it's too late, Halsey immediately tells her "stay where you are. I'm on my way to you."

I'm thinking that Halsey tells Miranda to stay there for several reasons. One being that she has to get out and away from the infected she's spotted, two being that the lab is likely a sealed environment with things like airtight rooms and or biohazard suppression seals and the like so Miranda might otherwise be relatively safe there, and three Halsey wants her daughter to be safe and for them to be together so they can make it out safely.

Then someone gets tackled and it gets even more disgusting real fast. I did appreciate the way how they conveyed the rapid spread of the infection among personnel even despite the security measures that would have been present at ONI. As in, there'd be many departments that would have little to no interaction with other departments to stop information leaking, and plenty of locked rooms only certain people can access, but that didn't stop the flood because people are people.

Watching again I can see how Halsey got infected now, or at least likely. The fact the dude was right on top of her and then got shot while she was turning her face away would have been enough to splatter flood parts on the exposed skin of her neck.

Then we see Parangosky getting eaten alive by Flood zombies and it's deeply satisfying end for someone like that.

Gonna skip the next bit because I'm less than invested in the outcome of Kwan, Soren and family and Ackerson, but you have to admit that name drop of the Flood was cool.

After that we see Miranda handling the Forerunner sample container inside the sealed examination box and looking like the ramifications of what she's accidentally unleashed has just hit her all once. She startles at the sound of a frantic knock and we see Halsey has made it to the lab, so Miranda lets her in.

Halsey proceeds to be her science-addicted morally questionable self and immediately gets distracted by the potential of a bioterrorism weapon equivalent, instead of paying attention to Miranda clearly having the start of what looks like an anxiety attack as she describes to Halsey what she's discovered.

Miranda's plaintive "Can we get out of here?" is soft as though she's already realised Halsey is lost in her drug of choice, science - partly confirmed when Halsey's reply is "if only you could see as far as I can see, you'd understand just how irrelevant we are" and Miranda is soon suppressing tears because her only potential ally in that absolutely terrifying situation wants to stop and smell the roses, so to speak. 🥺

Halsey is lost to the beauty of the scientific potential, trying to convince Miranda of her views and failing utterly to see the way Miranda backs away and curls into herself, the way she nearly sobs the words "a biological catastrophe."

Halsey makes a valid point about the awesomeness of being able to built bridges with light, right at the same moment that Miranda sees an infected right outside their window. Halsey says "Sometimes I don't understand how you-" and stops mid-sentence.

Miranda looks back at her - looking scared, rapid breathing, body language screaming that she wants to bolt - replies, angrier now that Halsey is refusing the acknowledge the situation - "You don't know how I what?! Go on, Halsey. Say it."

And I'm wondering if she was expecting 'I don't understand how you think' or even something cutting like 'I don't understand how you came from me.'

You see the exact moment Miranda realises something is wrong. Her face just - drops. From angry, upset, scared and exasperated, distracted by their personal history to - oh no. She even stops breathing so obviously. Miranda's soft little, "Halsey?" kills me.

She spots the infected-like stillness of Halsey a moment before she sees the Flood dribble on Halsey's coat, before shifting Halsey's hair aside gently and carefully to reveal evidence of the Flood infection. Seeing and hearing the knowledge of their new reality hit Miranda was painful to watch. 🥺😭

Then we have the coolest sword fight I've ever seen on television. I actually want to pick up sword fighting after seeing that. It was so incredibly brutal in so many ways. Chief just gets the stuffing beaten our of him and you think he's done, but then we see him rise again. After playing Infinite a lot lately seeing the grappleshot used like that was also extremely cool.

The way Chief beats the Arbiter until you can hear him slowly drowning in his own blood was absolutely visceral. The full-body sigh of relief the Arbiter gives when he sees that Chief had understood and chosen to give him the warrior's death and the respect he deserves - I was relieved too. I was sitting there thinking Chief was just going to let him suffer and die shamed, but thankfully not.

When we see Miranda next she's obviously been crying by those big, shiny eyes 🥺🥺😭😭 and we see she's enclosed Halsey in cryo to try and give her more time so that Miranda can save her 🥺😭

I can't help but wonder if trying to find the cure for the Flood will drive Miranda to madness. Whether she'll become more like Halsey in an incredibly tragic way, obsessed with the science of it all in an effort to save the one parent she has left.

I found it curious that Janine said that line about "biology is not your strong suit" at the beginning. Now I'm thinking Miranda will devote her whole self to something that isn't a strength of hers, all the while drowning in guilt because she's the one who went back for the sample container and inadvertently unleashed a biological catastrophe that might have killed her mother.

What I am absolutely desperate to know us how Miranda is going to get out of there. She's in a sealed room in the middle of the base riddled with scores of infected, with many right outside her door, at least one literally staring at her. She has no weapons that we know of, no support, and will presumably want to try and get Halsey's pod out with her when she goes. I can't believe we have to wait to season 3 to find out how Miranda makes it.

The next shot after Miranda's sad but resigned face is space debris, revealing Kai's otherwise intact armor floating amongst the remains of the destroyed ships. She's either unconscious or dead and I hate that we'll be left wondering for the next two years. That is way too long.

The UNSC fleet dropping through the clouds on the Halo was hella cool.

We finally get to find out who John has been talking to. John says something curious here which I'm adding to my list of reasons why Kai is still alive - being that the armor "belongs to the ones who are gone" - say, Riz and Vannak - "and the ones who are still in the fight" - Kai, and possibly meaning Perez and the S3s as well.

The monitor or whoever/whatever it is (Guilty Spark?) is so wonderfully creepy. He has such a human-sounding voice, and then we get a full frontal of a glowy orb machine that leaves us with some wonderfully creepy words. The fact that John is sitting there in the dark, having presumably been speaking to Guilty Spark for some time now, right before he puts a damaged helmet on his head, lends weight to the theory that John's met GS after a fierce battle and we'll see flashbacks of what happened at the start of S3.

Anyway, if you've been kind enough to read my thought-essay on my new favourite episode of television, thank you!

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boliv-jenta · 3 months

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Din Djarin x f!reader

Dave York x f!reader

Marcus Pike x f!reader

Based on this post and comments made by @sheepdogchick3 and @bonezone44

Warnings: Smut. Stalker behaviour. Dub con. Lying. Betrayal.

What has he become? The kid changed him in so many ways that when you came along in his absence it was easy for you to slip into his life. The affection he had for the child he could now devote to you. In his own way.

He wasn't open with it of course. He could never be that forward. He'd do little acts of service. He'd tidy your workbench. Bring your favourite food from the market when it was his turn to go. When it was your turn, he'd watch you from afar, just to keep you safe. He'd do anything to keep you safe. Even shed his armour and helmet to follow you on your supple runs. The Armour said he was Mandalorian no more until he bathed in the Living Waters. He may as well take advantage.

He told himself it was the cramped, dingy cantina that made his blood run hot. Not the man giving you attention. Not the way his fingers skimmed your bare arm or how you curve your spine towards him to draw his attention to your breasts barely concealed by your dress.

Then it was the night air on the arid planet. Not the way the man led you by the hand down a dark alleyway. Not the way he palms your breasts or dips his fingers into your underwear.

Then it was the ridiculous clothes he wore to fit in. Not the wet sound of your cunt being filled. Not your moans audible even over the muffled music of the cantina. Not him vigorously pumping his cock until he spilled his seed onto the sand at his feet.

When he returned to the ship, he thought you'd brought the man back with you for a second. He could hear you moaning as he snuck in. With his cock twitching, he listened intently only to discover that you were alone. That man had the honour of sliding inside your beautiful body and hadn't even satisfied you. This was the case with your next two encounters. At least one of them made you come, just not as much as you'd like. Din had watched from the shadows as the man fucked you from behind, bend over a crate with you dress around your hips and your tits spilling out. Din didn't even touch himself that time. Instead he committed it all to memory. Later he would bite down on his gloves as he painted his armour.

It all got to the point where Din couldn't stand to see you unsatisfied. Mandalorians weren't supposed to have sex before marriage but then again he was a Mandalorian no longer. Even if he was, it would be you he'd want to lay with first, and forever.

Din was surprised at how easily he caught your attention, unlike the times he'd watched you before, you pursued him. Your laughter was even more melodious without his helmet as you touched his bicep. The same touch found his thigh and he thought he might come there and then. You didn't seem to notice or mind his inexperience when you kiss. Or when his hands roam up body as he pushes you into the wall at the back of the cantina.

“How do you want me?” You purr.

In the shadows, Din felt bold enough to answer. “I want to take you from behind.”

Din's cock swells even further as you bend over a nearby barrel and hitch up your skirt for him. The beautiful pussy he'd fantasised about was now spread out to be taken by him. As he lined himself up he could feel the heat radiating from you. He doubted his ability to last.

When he pauses you look over your shoulder. “Sorry, it's been a while. Doubt I'm going to last in this gorgeous pussy.” He lies so easily to you he worries what type of man is left now that the Mandalorian is gone.

All thoughts leave his brain when you tell him that you don't mind. “I think it's hot to cause a guy to lose it so quickly.”

Din is glad of this confession as he slides in and knows a heaven he had never even dreamed of. It's all over in seconds. He thrust maybe two, three times. He hears you gasp at his size and praise The Maker. He feels you warm and tight around him then he's gone. His sizable load is flooding your pussy in waves. For a moment he stays deep imagining it taking and leaving no doubt about who you belong to.

“S-sorry.” He slurs, more drunk from your pussy than the alcohol.

“It's okay. Like I said, it's hot. Especially a big, sexy guy like you.” You start to fix your clothing.

“Let me make it up to you? Show me how to make you come?” He tries not to sound as desperate as he feels.

“Maybe tomorrow. I have to get back.”

Your fix your heels back in place, he'd fucked you so deep that they slipped off your feet as you whole body shuddered forward.

“What? You have a boyfriend or something?” Din tries to sound casual.

“Or something. He's so…” you sigh wistfully and Din's heart nearly explodes faster than his dick. “I don't even think he sees me though.”

With a quick kiss to his cheek and a thank you, you're gone.

“I see you.” He mutters into the night.

Dave drags his boneless body up from his bed when the door to his apartment slams shut. He doubts that his roommate will just barge into his room but better safe than sorry. Even Dave would have a hard time explaining the panties haphazardly shoved back into their ziplock bag, while he's spread out naked, sweat cooling on his skin and cum still leaking from his softening cock.

Hearing various doors slamming in the kitchen, Dave knows that the route to the bathroom is clear. Throwing on some grey sweatpants and a white tee, he emerges from the bathroom grabbing the uncorked bottle of wine you have left on the kitchen counter along with a glass for himself. He'll sit and play the role of the understanding roommate. He'll listen while you offload about your crappy date and unsatisfying sex life. He'll make all the right noises in all the right places despite never having sex himself.

In high school he was too focused on earning his football scholarship to let girls distract him. Then he was taken down hard by a spiteful teammate. His football scholarship disappeared and he needed to find a new way out of town. The army seemed as good a way as any. He went to college, he let women suck his cock and jerk him off, he had needs after all. He'd make them come on his fingers or his tongue. He could never bring himself to cross that final line. Some part of himself still idealised his grandparents' marriage. He wanted what they had. They were each other's firsts. They were only in love with each other for their entire lifetime. Even by his early twenties. Dave had already been betrayed by too many people in his life. He wanted an unshakeable partnership. He wanted her.

They'd met on Dave's first day on the army base. She shadowed the doctor that performed his physical. With her brow furrowed and her lips parted in concentration, Dave thought that she was the most beautiful woman that he had even seen. Life took them on different paths but Dave never lost contact with her. He kept watch from afar as she went to medical school. He looked on with pride at her scores and fell deeper in love with her with each comment from his tutors. He followed her hobbies, she made the local papers a couple of times for her help in the community. He dutifully cut the article from the paper and stuck it in his notebook. In it he kept tokens to remind him of her. Ticket stubs from movies he'd gone to with her while she was on a date. The hotel key from the room he rented that overlooked her’s on that anniversary trip with her boyfriend. Dave had milked his cock dry that weekend watching her ride her boyfriend like a woman possessed. She took his cock so well too when he slammed into her. There was no way Dave could settle for anyone else for his first time.

Yet he bided his time. He didn't think it was fair to not let her get to know him first before he made his move. He already knew everything about her. His new CIA connections helped with that. His training even helped him break into her apartment. He spent an hour searching for her secrets. He found her vibrator stuffed in her underwear drawer. It looked clean but he couldn't help but greedily shove the shaft into his mouth on the off chance that he could taste her. He took a pair of panties from her bathroom hamper. He rooted through her medicine cabinet and hardened in his pants at the thought of sliding his bare cock inside of her when he found her birth control pills. It took all his self control to walk out without fucking his fist. She'd moved out soon after, convinced that her roommate’s boyfriend stole your underwear. Dave decided that he had to be careful. No more sneaking around.

“I don't know. Maybe I'm just cursed.” You sum up the tale of your bad date to Dave. Downing the remainder of your glass, you eye him. “Anyway, enough about me. You not up to dating yet?”

Dave clears his throat. You two are roommates. Roomates share, right?

”Actually. I don't date.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows raise at his words. Dave is gorgeous, funny, smart, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't fought to keep him out of your night time fantasies.

“I have, had, this crush and I sort of idealised it. My grandparents were only ever with each other and they loved each other fiercely. I know I'll never be with her but I haven't found anyone else I want to lose it to.” Dave confessed to the bottom of his wine glass.

Dave had been nothing but sweet to you the past few months. Yet his confession endeared him even more to you. “So are you still saving it for someone you want to spend the rest of your life with or…?”

“No. If it's not her. It's not worth holding onto. I just want to find someone I trust to enjoy the moment with.” His words charged the air. A current ran through you, connecting the two of you and drawing you close.

Just before your lips met so there were no mistakes, you asked. “Do you trust me, Dave?” He answered by crushing his lips to yours.

Dave might have been a virgin but he definitely had experience. After he made you come on his fingers you led him to your bedroom.

He was even more gorgeous naked in the low light of your bedroom. You'd laid him back on your bed and sat next to him.

“I have condoms but I'm clean and on the pill. Might make your first time more special if we go without.” A shyness suddenly came over you. Dave kissed it away.

“I'd like to go without.” His large hands held your hips as you straddled him.

Slowly you sunk down until he was fully sheathed inside of you. His eyes rolled back into his head as you did before screwing shut as he came hard with a moan.

“Shit. Sorry. I'm sorry. I…”

You hushed him to kiss his lips. “It's alright. We can try again, if you like.”

“I'd like that.” He kissed your lips then your forehead where he lingered to catch his breath from the best orgasm he'd even had.

He would definitely try again and keep trying while the fake birth control pills he replaced yours with did nothing to protect you. He'd given up on sneaking around. If he couldn't make a connection with you the old fashioned way he'd make sure you were bonded for life. He knew you so well that he knew he was your soul mate, he just had to keep you close to give you time to realise it.

Marcus Pike. Sweet, good, respectable Marcus Pike was sitting on his living room sofa breathing hard and desperately trying not to blow his load as his older sister's best friend rolled a condom onto his eager dick.

He tried to think of baseball, of that teacher that he had for a while in Spanish class who hated him for being bilingual. He thought about the time he watched a few minutes of a dirty movie and came in his pants, the embarrassment burned his skin for weeks afterwards. He didn't know if he could ever face you again if he came before he was even inside you.

Marcus had been in love with you for two years. Even since you moved here after your parents divorce. You were the star of all of his late night fantasies.

There was only eleven months between you, you were still a sweet sixteen year old when you met. His older sister used to give him a hard time about him hanging around you both. You would just smile and say that he wasn't bothering you. With you being new to school, Marcus would look after you. After six months things between your parents turned nasty and you started to rebel. By seventeen, you had earned quite the reputation. Marcus knew that you lost your virginity to a college kid in the stock room of a local video store. He knew that when the head cheerleader caught you giving her boyfriend a blow job, you'd stop her complaining by lifting up her tiny skirt and making her come too.

As he turned eighteen his friends started to lose their virginity. He'd come close himself once but he stopped himself when he realised that he wanted you to take it. His desire was driven by overhearing you talk with his sister. Telling her all the dirty details and how good it all felt. His desires became harder to ignore the first holiday you came back from college to stay with them, while avoiding your parents.

The guest bed creaked as you touched yourself, believing that the whole family was out. That night Marcus took an extra long shower replaying your breathy moans in his head. The next night everyone truly was out, except for Marcus, when you returned home slightly drunk. Lazing on the sofa next to him, your hand high on his thigh, you told him how sweet he was after he got you a bottle of water. Your fingers combed back his hair as your peach sweet breath fanned his face. The alcohol on your tongue burned his as you kissed him. When your hand accidentally brushed against his hard on and he gasped, you only moved closer to deepen the kiss.

“My sweet Marcus. What do you want from me? Do you want me to swallow your cock?” your lips trailed kisses down his neck and he knew exactly what he wanted.

He had to swallow to wet his dry mouth to form the words. “I want you to fuck me.”

You smile against his skin. “You want me to fuck you? No, you don't. Not for your first time. You want to make love, you want to take it slow.”

Miraculously, Marcus managed to wait for the first roll of your hips to fill the condom. He gripped your body close while the euphoria washed over him. He mumbled apologies as you soothed him. “Don't worry. The first one is free. Let me take care of you.”

The second time, Marcus lasted longer. All the care he had shown you was returned to him. You let him gently explore your body. Showing him what felt good to you. Pride swelled in Marcus's chest each time you sighed or moaned at his touch. This time, the two of you worked together to reach your highs. The years and trauma melted away, and you were just that sweet girl he first met, laying vulnerable in his arms. That was the point that Marcus Pike forever became enamoured with finding a life partner that he could devote himself to.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #din djarin #dave york #marcus pike #din djarin x f!reader #dave york x f!reader #marcus pike x f!reader

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Spy x Reader, "Lovers Rock"

angsty songfic because i lauve tv girl so much. sorry for the lack of posts btw! tws for throw up, drinking. reader is gender neutral, enjoy! :3

Awkward, is how you would describe the circumstance.

Another victory, celebrated at a local bar full of cheap booze and loud music. And, normally, you would be there too, laughing and dancing the night away with the rest of your rowdy, drunken friends. Yet, you craved the quietness of an isolated night, and what better opportunity than to have the whole base to yourself until the return of the rising sun when the morning, unfortunately, returns?

Are you sick of me?

And just as you were beginning to get settled in for the night, the ringing of a wall-phone echoed through the empty halls. Sighing, you stare, contemplating for a second. Against your better judgement, you answer it, the bustling atmosphere immediately overwhelming your senses as you reluctantly raised the phone to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Yo, it's Scout. Listen, ya need'a get here ASAP. If Spy stays any longer, it's not gonna be pretty, I can guarantee ya that."

Would you like to be?

The clicking of his line ended with a low beep, leaving you with no choice but to give up your chance at a peaceful night to, yet again, babysit a grown man. You hung up, frustrated, quickly throwing on some clothes and grabbing the keys to a spare breadtruck.

Which leads you to your current situation.

It had been a pain in the ass, getting Spy into the vehicle. He repeated that he was fine, that he was 'an adult' and could 'make his own decisions'. Yet, the slurring of his speech, the way his pupils dilated, it was apparent he was one drink away from ruining his suit.

"I promise you, I am... okay?" he sounded unsure, as if he couldn't remember the correct words to piece together. Spy hardly ever got tipsy, let alone where he's at now. It was concerning.

I'm trying to tell you something.

"No, we're going back to base," you insisted, pressing your foot on the brake as you slowed to a stop. You looked over, observing how he had taken his overcoat off and folded it over his leg, his tie messily hanging undone around the collar of his dress shirt, a few of the buttons undone revealing greying chest hair. He looked so handsome in the illuminating redness of the stoplight.

"I don't need you to take care of me, I am able to do it myself." He shifted in the uncomfortable leather of the truck, bracing as the car started moving when the light flickered green.

Something that I already said.

"Spy, you're very clearly far from sober. You couldn't walk in a straight line, let alone stand up on your own—" You started, punctuating your words with a tone of agitation. "—What's the matter? Nobody's ever.... Well, I've never seen you like this."

The air hung heavy. He stayed silent, opting to try and force the conversation to end. You shook your head. One night, alone, and now you were stuck in a car with the most arrogant asshole on the team. You took a deep breathe, speaking up again.

You like a pretty boy.

"I just— I want you to know I worry about you, Spy, okay? I don't care how naïve that sounds, but if you needed me to ever pick you up and take you home again, I would," your voice was small, almost meek. You glanced over, noticing how his steel eyes scanned you for insincerity, as if he was deciphering if you were lying or not. Your eyes briefly locked, causing you to avert your attention back to the road, encased by the darkness of the night.

"Je ne comprends pas—"

"In English, please."

"Ah, forgive me. I am afraid I don't understand you, mon chér." His accent was heavy, almost indecipherable. The roughness of his voice was therapeutic, in a way. There was an almost hoarsness to it, even though he sounded oh so sweet. One of the many things that you couldn't seem to get out of your head.

With a pretty voice.

"I don't understand you either. I wish I did." You and Spy had been close, the closest he had been to someone since his last wife, over two decades ago. Yet, one day, after sharing a glass of wine, he flinched away. Something changed. He shrouded himself in a cloak of mystery, once again. Except, this time, it wasn't alluring or intriguing, it was frustrating and so very painful. He had convinced you that there could be something more, a burning spark of something gentle and fleeting. Yet, he refused. "You really hurt me that one night, Spy. I'm sure you know that, too."

"I've hurt a lot of people, chér. That's what I do."

"But it doesn't have to be that way. We could've—" you stopped yourself, feeling a familiar sting beginning to form in your throat. The last thing you needed was to cry. You stopped talking altogether, opting to turn the radio up instead. Old love songs looped on the radio in an endless, hellish loop that seemed to be designed to torment you and only you.

Who's trying to sell you something.

Veering left, you drove slowly through the blanket of fake landscape, pulling into makeshift garage. You turned the car off, the engine coughing as it finally keeled, the damn thing wasn't worth a crap anyways. You slid out, walking over to the passenger side. Spy had already gotten out and had upchucked in the nearest trashcan. Good thing he had leaned forward. You saddled up beside the older man, wrapping one of his long, skinny arms around your neck and supporting him with a firm hand around his waist.

Something that you already have.

You pushed open the heavy, steel doors, the coldness of the metal searing at the soft and warmth of your flesh. Spy had almost fallen over twice now and you had barely walked 5 feet altogether. You sat him on the couch of the living room, watching as he seemed dazed about his whereabouts.

"Stay here, I'm going to grab you a glass of water," you gently told him. He seemed to get it, nodding his head slowly to answer you. You took a glass from the cupboards. The material felt heavy in your hands, as if no other cup had held as much weight as this one. The reality of the situation hit you. You would pick him up, bring him home, take care of him, make sure he was okay... but would he do the same for you? Would Spy, a trained assassin with over 20 years of experience, be able to get over himself to be tender with you—for you?

But if you're too drunk to drive.

You returned, handing him the glass. You watched as he clumsily brought it to his lips, getting more liquid on himself, rather than drinking it properly. Sighing, you opt to hold his head back, using a steady hand to aid him in drinking. It was almost silly, the sight. He was in his late 40s, struggling to do something as simple as take a sip of water.

And the music is right.

You hooked yourself around him again, this time escorting him to his quarters. You had to venture through his smoking room, a place you had come to resent since that night he pushed you out and away. You felt a painful ache as you watched the lone record player in the corner; The record player you would both listen to Paul Anka and Frank Sinatra on. You had reached the large, mahogany door that led to his sleeping arrangement, along with a personal bathroom that he had paid Miss Pauling under the table to implement.

She might let you stay.

You sat him on the silken linen of his bed, watching as he seemed to embrace the soft fabric of the sheets. You kneeled, taking his shoes off. And slowly but surely, you had gotten him down to just a pair of briefs. He seemed too buzzed to care, or, perhaps, this was an act of trueting you, otherwise you were sure this act would be filled with French protest and various other quips. You had folded his suit and put it away, sitting the dirty clothes on a near-by chair. You, gingerly, took a white wifebeater and a pair of red-striped pants and slid them over his thin body. You traced every scar the Respawn machine never seemed to fully mend, taking the time to admire how he turned and twisted beneath the tenderness of your hand.

But just for the night.

Lastly, you pulled at his mask. He seemed to have sobered up in milliseconds, a hand flying to grab your wrist. He didn't have a furrowed brow or anything scornful, but something that threw you off completely; Fear. He had been sober enough this whole time to realize what you were doing, sober enough to stop you if he wanted to, yet he didn't. You pawed at it, yet again, his grip loosening slightly. Spy lifted his head up, allowing you to pull it off with more ease. You gently tucked the fabric into the bedside table, where he kept a spare revolver just in case; 'The Ambassador', he called it.

And if she grabs for your hand.

You sat on the edge of the bed as he laid behind you. You turned slightly, your body facing him now. Reaching a hand up to place it against the bristles of his clean shaven face, you stroked at the aged skin. His cheek bones, high and defined, sat nicely against his long face. You gently trailed your fingers up to his forehead, subconsciously counting the wrinkles that had formed over the years. Your hands traced down the hook of his nose, sloping down fully until your fingers rested against his chapped lips, which were normally soft. You had both been uncharacteristically silent through this whole ordeal and it was apparent the reason why; You both knew what would happen. That dwindling spark that lasted for even months after was still there. You felt it and you know he did too.

And drags you along.

"Mon cœur—" he broke the silence, gaining your attention. "Every night, I regret it. I miss our talks, our secrets."

Immediately, you felt a wave of nausea and anxiety. He looked up at you, taking your hand from his face and holding it in his own boney one. He rubbed gentle circles across the back of your hand, squeezing your fingers slightly as if he were going to lose you if he let go.

She might want a kiss.

"What did I do wrong?" The way you said it broke his heart. Your voice shook with so much emotion, it could've rattled the Earth to its core. The way your eyes had grown glossy from approaching tears, your lip quivering slightly to hold back a waterfall of sobs.

"Nothing, ma petit chou. I was..." He hesitated. Still under the influence, he marched forward, vulnerable and, for the first time in years, nervous. "I was afraid."

Before the end of this song.

"I loved you, Spy. I love you, still." You blinked, a couple of tears spilling down your warm cheeks. He clicked his tongue, taking his free hand and wiping them away as he sat up to face you. He brought you closer, pulling you forward and resting your head upon his chest. His heart was beating fast and erratic, from nerves or liquor you couldn't tell.

Because love can burn like a cigarette.

"I... I love you too. Please, stay with me tonight." It sounded pathetic coming from him. But, yet, you slid your shoes off and you turned the lamp off. You laid against him, hearts thrumming in rythm as he finally drifted off into what was some of the heaviest sleep he'd ever had. You had gotten past those walls, once again. Thankful was an understatement for how you felt. You knew Spy was complicated, someone who couldn't allow slip-ups or complications, it could cost him as much as his life.

And when he awoke the next morning, groggy with a pounding headache, with you clutching onto him as if he would leave in the middle of the night, Spy knew he had done at least one thing right in his drunken stupor. All he hoped for, now, was your forgiveness.

And leave you alone with nothing,

And leave you alone with nothing.

#tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 x reader #tf2 fandom #spy tf2 #tf2 spy #tf2 spy x reader #spy tf2 x reader #x reader #i love tv girl if u couldn't tell #angst

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