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𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 | Jesse (TLOU) x reader

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summary | Anger finds you both in a moment of weakness.

author's note | Young Mazino's portrayal of Jesse needs to be studied. They plucked that man straight out of the game. Anyways, the girlies and I had a visceral reaction to his outburst last night and I had to fulfill my duties.

content warning | 18+ MDNI, angry!jesse, dom/sub elements, public sex, brief mention of injury and an attack, angst and tense arguments, vague backstory this is mostly pwp, taunting, unprotected piv, spit as lube, i know this man fucks nasty, that is all <3

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The way silence consumed him was terrifying.

Your patrol had gone awry. A simple check in with base and a quick sweep had swiftly turned into a fight for your life, neither of you at fault but an unwillingness to admit both of you could have avoided the situation altogether.

The night was all-consuming, swarming around him in the dark and shaded protection of the stables.

He had been off his game admittedly, running on a few hours of sleep the past few days and may have missed a checkpoint or two on the way to the patrol area, but you couldn’t be angry with him – the area was always quiet, never gave anyone issues, it was safe.

Until it wasn’t.

You fell asleep during watch, something both of you were guilty of from time to time, but you never slipped too far into deep sleep, constantly on edge. But, with Jesse’s head leaning against your left hip while you had nestled up in the small alcove of the window, it was inevitable.

“We don’t talk about it,” you coax him into secrecy, watching as he slowly bandages the gash on your hand, his jaw set as he remains quiet, eyes flickering up to look at you briefly.

“Tommy should know,” Jesse says eventually, a stickler for rules and the distinct line of command that was unofficially set for the people running patrol—Jesse had become one of Tommy’s most-trusted leaders outside of him and his brother Joel.

It went against everything Jesse stood for—lies, he hated lying.

“They’re dead,” you remind him, “crisis averted, problem solved.”

“You think they’ll take you off patrol, don’t you?” Jesse pries, tying up the bandage so tight it makes you wince, but you know it was all in an effort to control the bleeding.

“The last kid I was with got bit and they took me off patrol for two months,” you retort back with a tinge of anger, “I’ve spent eight months building trust with them, proving I could lead just like you, but I can’t control some eighteen year old kid because he thinks he fuckin’ knows everything?” Jesse knew vaguely of the situation, knowing himself that the kid would be a problem, but less likely to disobey under Jesse’s command.

“It was a test,” you tell him, “I failed—I finally get a chance to do something I feel comfortable with again and we get ambushed, I’m injured—and they—he…he almost,”

“Hey,” Jesse lowers his voice, softer.

You hated it. You hated the pity.

You and Jesse had an unspoken understanding, even if you weren’t really friends.

You didn’t hang out with him outside of patrol, didn’t seek him out in the crowd during town parties and dinners, whatever connection you had with him remained outside the boundaries of Jackson.

You didn’t know how he ended up in Jackson, you’ve never spoken to his family or friends. You were reclusive, preferred being on your own. Joel had found you stealing from the kitchen, a stray with nowhere to go, a fearful look in your eyes as Joel had rangled you up and hauled you to his brother, presenting him with the problem.

You. You were the problem.

You’ve been proving yourself ever since, trying to match up to Jesse.

“I don’t need you to coddle me,” you snapped at him, his fingers still lingering on the back of your palm as he examined his work, watching the tinge of blood seep through the bandage.

Being vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone Jesse, was completely off the table.

The raiders had forced it out of you and now—well, you had nowhere to hide.

“I’m not keeping your fuckin’ secrets,” Jesse barks, though his voice is low.

“Fine, go tell Tommy how you were being careless,” you challenge him, “skip a couple checkpoints—no biggie, it doesn’t matter,” you shake your head in annoyance as he turns his head and looks away from you, “you were nodding off the entire ride there, you know?”

“Does anyone ever tell you how irritating you can be?” Jesse asks, head snapping back to look at you and you smile in amusement, letting out a bitter laugh.

“Come on, let me hear it,” you taunt him, “tell me how Tommy did me a favor by taking me in, how I’m surviving on borrowed time, how much you can’t fucking stand me—oh, but you sure do love to mope about Dina when you’re fighting because really, who am I gonna tell? Am I only safe to be around whenever we’re outside of Jackson? Is it because everyone still looks at me like I’m an outsider?”

You couldn’t explain how long this had been building between you and Jesse, the inevitable outburst, thankful for an empty stable and sleeping horses, all of Jackson tucked safely in their beds while you wanted nothing more than to run.

Especially with the way Jesse was looking at you now.

“I think your refuse to trust anyone,” Jesse counters and your heart sinks in an instant, “I think all that matters to you is trying to prove people that you’re impenetrable, like you don’t have a weakness—”

You scoff, sliding off of the workbench Jesse had initially crowded you against, his pack still laying unzipped and strung open but he wasn’t letting you off that easy, his hand curling tight around your bicep to yank you back, your hand coming up quickly to counter his grab.

But, Jesse was skilled in hand to hand combat, so his counter comes just as quick, squeezing and twisting your arms up so tight that you’re immobile, stuck under his heavy gaze as you both breath into each other’s space.

“I never would have let him go that far,” Jesse admits, “and I know you were scared, but—”

“I wouldn’t have let him,” you challenge him, a stark reminder of your strength—Jesse could admit that, as unwilling as you were to appear human or show any tangible emotion, you could handle yourself in a life or death situation, you had a survival instinct that was vital in the current state of the world, “I let him touch me because it gave me an opening, not because I was scared,”

It was a lie, even Jesse could see through it.

–

Jesse had overpowered one of the two men that had attempted to ambush you on patrol while the other man had you held down, preparing to indulge in a lot more than just murder.

This man was so much stronger and the fight with the other assailant had led Jesse outside, his grunts echoing in your ear alongside the stiff and deafening crack of his fist against skin and bone.

You’re growling behind gritted teeth as his knee digs into your back, the deft sound of a belt unbuckling before a hand is diving under your jeans, giving you an opening as the attacker’s head bows and you rip off his ear with your teeth, an echo of a blood-curdling scream lets out before your hearing goes quiet and then rings as a bullet strikes him dead center, right through his skull.

Your eyes were wide with fear for only a brief second and the look of instant pity that Jesse had on his face was something you never wanted to witness again—but, there it was again.

–

Your lips pull into a thin line as you attempt to shrug him off, but he isn’t letting you go.

“What if I hadn’t shot him?” Jesse asks, eyes half-lidded as he stares you down.

Your eyes search his own for a moment, finding that his grip loosens as he tries to decipher whatever emotion you were currently feeling, but he is far too late when he finds that it was only anger, your hand rearing back to strike him, a slap that sounds inside the stables with a heavy crack, pulling back from him in an instant as his face refuses to change.

“Yeah, get angry,” Jesse encourages, “you wanna do it again?”

Part of you wants too, but you understand what he’s trying to do.

You needed an outlet, you didn’t have one, and he was willing to be that for you.

Your bottom lip temples slightly and Jesse nods, almost taunting.

When you finally do, feeling the rage in your chest swell as he goads you on, raising your hand back to slap him again, his hand is already there, stopping you in an instant.

There’s a split second, fearing whatever words were about to spill from his mouth before you decide to act, begging for any escape from this conversation, you silence him with your own mouth.

Your hand twists into his hair as you pull him to you, against you, his weight guiding you against the wall behind you as your bodies thump against hit, breathing hot and heavy into his mouth as split his lips with your tongue, hearing him groaning softly as his grip on your wrist loosens before trading for your waist, holding you tight against the wall as you were pinned between him and the hard surface of wood.

It was inevitable.

This—you and him.

It had been building, creeping in the shadows whenever you two would share a look or a touch.

You didn’t like complicated—and Jesse had that in droves.

Still, the silent gasps that escape him as your other hand shifts into his hair and tugs alongside the other, tethers you to him.

You want it to hurt. Deeply.

Not him necessarily—but the connection, this moment.

Because that would make it easier to hate yourself for wanting him so badly, even if it was nothing but a distraction or a means of avoidance.

He was apprehensive for a moment, almost pushing you away from him, but something in him relaxes as you moan softly into his mouth, less defensive as he presses the hard, solidness of his chest against your own and reciprocates the kiss with a sudden enthusiasm.

Jesse kissed like someone holding something back—he always has, even in arguments.

It wasn’t to be secretive or manipulated, it was because he was controlled.

Everything he did was a calculation.

You press him harder, push him further, feeling his tongue drift over your split lip from the earlier attack, faintly aware of the sting as he lapped at the small drop of blood that had collected there.

He groans low in his chest as you break the kiss, resting your forehead to his as your eyes peer into his own, wordless but aching to speak—you do that for him, “Dina?”

“Off,” he says simply, knowing full-well what that meant—he was just as eager for distraction.

Jesse focuses on you quietly, hand rising until his thumb could brush across your cheek.

You flinch—not from the touch, but from the tenderness.

You preferred the violence—his instinct for softness with you wasn’t welcomed.

“Don’t be sweet to me,” you whisper, shaking your head with the weight of your words.

His jaw tightens and his nostrils flare slightly, tilting his chin down to look at you.

His hand lingers at your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek once more before curling under your chin, lifting your face so you have no choice but to look at him, your eyes frantically searching his face.

“I’m not,” he says, like a growl—and you can feel the heat in his tone, strangled by his own instinct to control himself.

You kiss him again before he can say anything else.

Words complicate things.

Words make things real.

But this?

It was instinct.

His mouth crashes into yours with a similar fervor, teeth knocking briefly. You bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw a gasp and enough blood to match your own, hearing him groan into your mouth, gripping your hips impossibly tighter as a hand spreads out over your ass, curling under your thigh as he hoists it up against his hip, his knees pressing into the wall to entrap you further, a fist landing a blow against the wall beside your head.

You grind down against the thigh slotted between your legs, chasing a desperate friction that seemed unattainable. Your hand threads around the collar of his jacket, yanking hard as you angle your hips against his and he grunts—short, rough—a sound that makes your stomach somersault.

"Soft? With you?" he mutters, breath hot as he drags his lips down the side of your throat. “Fucking impossible,”

Your jacket's shoved halfway down your arms, mirroring his own before your hands find his belt, tugging with impatient and shaky fingers. Jesse curses softly against your neck as his mouth trails until he can feel your pulse against his tongue, blindly tugging your jacket the rest of the way down before his hands move underneath your shirt, his palms curling against your sides as he squeezes the soft flesh under his grip.

You rip his belt from the loops and toss it aside, quickly shuffling his jeans down enough that he stops his movements against your neck to do the same, consuming your mouth to avoid the inevitable longing gaze, unbutton your jeans and slipping his hands under the fabric of your underwear, shoving the fabric down in one swift movement.

"Turn around," he demands in a low tone, voice sounding raw, frayed.

Jesse doesn’t offer much time to answer before he’s spinning you himself, your hands reaching behind you blindly to slip under the waistband of his underwear and push them down, hearing him grunt softly as your hand grazes his cock—hard and heavy in your hand but soft, his hand snaking around your neck to tilt your head back, catching a glimpse of the way his lips part at your touch, eyes closed.

His breath is heavy, labored. It matched your own.

Jesse pointedly catches your gaze as you let out a high pitched and breathy gasp as his finger squeezes around your neck, licking at the fingers of his empty hand before he spreads the makeshift lubrication from his saliva over your cunt, only partially surprised by how wet you already were.

When he enters you, it’s with no hesitation, no slowness, no apologies.

He was giving you exactly what you wanted.

You arch back against him, a harsh breath ripping from your throat as he sets a bruising rhythm, hands now gripping your wrists so tightly it borders on painful.

Perfect, you think.

He positions your hands above your head, forcing them to grab onto a hook nailed into the wall before he returns the pressure to your throat and silently forces your jeans further down until they’re pooling around your dirtied boots, snaking his hand around the inside of your thigh as he palmed at the flesh, greedy.

But you want it that way.

Angry and desperate, driven by pleasure and need.

“Fuck,” you gasp softly, a devastating slip-up.

“Shut up,” he seethes, “I don’t wanna hear a fuckin’ word from you, got it?”

You nod quickly, eyes fluttering shut as you could feel the frustration rolling off of him in waves, through his touches, the quick and sharp thrust of his hips as he fucked you into an inevitable submission against the wall of the stables, blearily aware that anyone could come in and catch you like this.

It didn’t matter. It didn’t fucking matter.

Nothing mattered, really.

Jesse's thrusts grew more erratic, punctuated by the low growls that escaped his throat.

He was wrestling with something internally, almost animalistic.

The grip on your throat tightened slightly, your pulse thrumming under his touch. You pushed back against him harder, desperately and silently asking for more, go further, go harder.

“You were scared, I saw it,” he grunted, his breath hot against your ear, and you could only manage a fragmented whimper in response, “I still see it,”

You didn’t need words—your body spoke for you.

Each thrust drove him deeper into you, struggling to keep yourself quiet as you bit down on your bottom lip, already swollen from the earlier attack, but the pain was welcomed.

Your breath quickened, the sharp edge of your pleasure driven deeper with every merciless thrust. “I’m not scared,” you managed to breathe, defying his earlier order. Jesse's grip tightened in warning, a growl rumbling up from his chest.

“Fuckin’ liar,” he hissed, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust.

The stables around you faded into nothing, a dark abyss, the only sound that mattered was the heavy thud of his body against yours and the way he filled you completely, stretched you out and kept you anchored to him.

He leaned closer, mouth brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I see right through you,” he reminds you, “always tryin’ to prove somethin’—tough girl, unforgiving world, right?”

You growl in frustration, the heat of his words igniting something primal in you, “You don’t know me,” you hiss, but it only fuels him further as he drives into you harder, “no one does.”

“I know enough,” he taunts back, voice low and laced with a deep, dark pleasure.

Each thrust pushed you closer to the edge, eventually divulging into a mess of limbs as Jesse leaned against you, pushing you up against the wall as he thrust into you, free hand slipping under your shirt to roam over your chest, squeezing harshly over the fabric holding your breasts in, feeling your nipples pebble underneath the fabric with a sick satisfaction that he barely even had to touch you to get you like this—breathless and needy.

The world around you faded to a dull thrum in your ears as Jesse continued his relentless pace, the friction between your bodies becoming the only thing that mattered until his thrusts faltered, feeling your orgasm creep in before quickly slipping away as his pace slows, but as if he heard your silent plea, his hand slips between your legs without a thought.

“That kid was never your fault,” Jesse tells you, feeling your chest lock up in fear, “it could have been any of us—and today, we’re alive, right?”

You nod, mouth hanging open as a broken sigh slips out, his fingers moving expertly over your swollen clit, “I won’t tell Tommy,” Jesse agrees, “but, you will.”

You both slip into a silence as your orgasms crest—a mingling of breaths, cheek against cheek as your cunt spasms and squeezes around him so tight he nearly chokes, slipping out of you hurriedly as his comes spills over his fist and against the back of your thigh as you heave in a charged breath, releasing it shakily.

After a moment, Jesse clears his throat, ripping off a fabric hidden inside his back before he approaches you, cleaning you up without a word as you examine him carefully, pulling up the layers of fabric with caution as his are hoisted up but hanging low on his hips, a remnant of what had just happened.

“I won’t lie to him,” Jesse explains, “but, you seem pretty good at that.”

He silently adjusts his jeans, re-looping his belt before he’s reaching for his jacket and backpack.

“This didn’t happen,” Jesse tells you, “tell him or not—but if he asks me, I’m not lying.”

Integrity was everything to Jesse, but this blip between you both seemed to be his exception.

You had a choice—but you weren’t sure if making the right one was even worth it.

“Jesse,” you called softly, the sound barely escaping your lips as he turned back, eyes sharp and calculating. He was such a puzzle—difficult, infuriating. You don’t know why the words slip out so easily or why you feel them so strongly, “thank you,” you tell him, his face softening slightly.

The charged essence of what had just transpired seemed to bind you to him even tighter now, even if unintentional. It was an unbreakable thread forged in desperation.

Unspoken, you were tethered whether you liked it or not.

“Let me know when you figure out what you’re thanking me for.”

Maybe it was for your life, maybe it wasn’t.

You weren’t sure if you even meant it.

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helaintoloki · 11 months ago

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hello, I would like to make a request, a story based on the last episode of yours, Five talking to another Five in the final conversation and they talk about his wife and Canon Five doesn't have one, thanks if you want

a/n: i absolutely loved writing this ty for sending this in ! <3

warnings: language, slight angst, spoilers

summary: Five discovers his missing piece

When Five stumbled into Max’s and came across an entire diner full of alternate versions of himself, about a million different questions raced through his mind. However, the most pressing issue he found himself wanting to address was the context behind the lovingly placed portrait of a woman on the wall.

“Who’s the girl?” He asks his counterpart, his eyes remaining glued to the painting. The woman’s smile was gentle, her eyes kind, and her face the most beautiful he’d ever seen. He almost felt drawn to it in a way, as if there was some type of magnetic pull gravitating his focus to her and only her. It was like seeing a ghost or a familiar face from a dream that you’re not quite able to place.

“Don’t you recognize her?” The other Five retorts perplexed, confusion clearly etched on his features. “That’s y/n.”

“Can’t say I’m familiar,” the Boy confesses with an apologetic sigh as he finally pulls his attention away from the painting and sets it back to the Five in front of him.

“No wonder you’re such a mess,” server Five notes with a diverted smile as he tops off their coffee. Calling over his shoulder, he announces to all Fives, “The poor bastard doesn’t have a y/n.”

Murmurs of surprise and astonished laughter fill the cafe at the news, prompting Five’s face to heat in embarrassment at being the butt of a joke he has no grasp of. What do these Fives know that he doesn’t?

“Could you please be so kind as to fill me in on who this y/n is,” he requests agitatedly through gritted teeth. Reaching into his pocket, his counterpart pulls out a weathered photograph and slides it across the table for Five to see.

“Y/n is the missing piece that completes every Five. We all meet her in different ways at different points of our lives, but every time she manages to anchor us back down to earth. Y/n is the glue that holds us together when everything goes to shit. She believes in us, sees the humanity in us despite the horrors we’ve seen and the atrocities we’ve committed. She gives us unconditional love even when we think we don’t need it, when we think it couldn’t possibly exist.”

As Fives look down at the photo before him, he sees himself- or rather, another version of himself- enveloping y/n in his arms. They stand in front of a beautiful home with a picket white fence and a garden full of flowers smiling with pure bliss. It’s clear that the woman loved this version of him by the adoring look in her eyes, and it’s even clearer that she meant everything to the Five sitting across from him.

“She means something different to each of us, but I was one of the Five’s lucky enough to make her my wife,” his companion notes with an evocative smile. “That photo was taken on our honeymoon.

“Where is she now?” Five asks somberly after handing back the photograph.

“Dead,” he replies quietly, releasing a mournful sigh as he sinks back into the booth. “Lost her in an accident while I was trying to stop the apocalypse for a third time. That’s when I decided it was time to hang in the towel.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“We had a good run together, I wouldn’t change any of it,” the replica admits with a reminiscent smile. He takes another look at the photo, committing it to memory before handing it back to Five. “I think you need this more than I do. You may not have had the chance to know your y/n, but judging by the look on your face when you spotted the portrait I have a good feeling you would have loved her just the same.”

Gingerly taking the photograph back, Five stops to admire her gentle features and adoring smile before tucking it safely into the pocket of his suit. “Thank you.”

“You know what you have to do to fix the timelines,” the other Five firmly instructs him. “Just promise me you’ll do by right by my wife. She deserves a safe timeline to live in, one where she can grow old and be happy.”

Rising from his seat at the booth, Five takes one last longing look at the portrait on the wall before returning his gaze to the boy in front of him.

“You have my word.”

#request #the umbrella academy #number five #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #number five x reader #number five imagine #tua #tua x reader #tua imagine #tua spoilers

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duvetchico · 3 months ago

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25 clips that had us looking like :0

summary it's jimin’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than by dragging out every single suspiciously couple-coded thing she’s ever done with y/n?

genre crack / fluff overload / lowkey romantic documentary / "they're dating but we’re all playing dumb" energy / yu jimin turns 25

pairing yu jimin x added!member reader

masterlist.

channel: user-duvetchico

[INTRO — 0:00] hey what’s up it’s me again back with another delulu edit that may or may not be grounded in actual real evidence. today we’re counting down 25 moments between our mother jimin and the added member of aespa, y/n, who are just besties except they act like they’re already married. anyways. it’s jimin’s bday so we’re being sickeningly sentimental.

[clip 1 – 0:13] from aespa’s behind-the-scenes vlog at music bank jimin’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, in full stage makeup but with a sleepy dazed look. y/n walks by and throws her a juice box. “what’s this?” “your personality, because u get grumpy when ur dehydrated.” jimin smiles without looking at her, pokes the straw in, and sips. “love u.”

[clip 3 – 0:28] aespa's live chat: “what are you two doing later?” jimin: “cuddling.” y/n, not missing a beat: “duh.” dead silence and then y/n bursts out laughing while jimin just sips her drink and smirks like she got away with murder.

[clip 2: 0:44] staff "karina, your mic—" jimin, already walking off “hold on i have to fix y/n’s hair first.” camera pans to her literally babying y/n, fixing her bangs and whispering "there. pretty."

[clip 3: 0:56]

aespa's live

comment: “who’s your favorite member in aespa?”

jimin: “obviously the one i sleep next to.”

camera cuts to y/n throwing a pillow at her while everyone else screams.

[clip 4 – 1:10] backstage fancam y/n’s adjusting jimin’s in-ears. jimin closes her eyes. y/n says something too quiet to hear, but jimin smiles so wide she almost forgets to go onstage.

[clip 5: 1:26]

concert footage during the ending ment, jimin lowkey leans over and whispers something to y/n. y/n nods. jimin kisses her on the cheek. yeah. fans SCREAMED.

[clip 6: 1:39] camera catches jimin tracing little hearts on y/n’s arm while she’s talking to staff. y/n doesn’t even flinch. like this is NORMAL.

[clip 7: 1:46]

q&a segment question: “who’s the most clingy?” everyone simultaneously: “jimin.” jimin: “i am NOT—” camera cuts to jimin literally holding y/n’s pinky in hers under the table.

[clip 8: 1:58]

cafe vlog jimin feeding y/n cake while saying “say ahhh.” y/n: “you’re so annoying.” jimin: “say that again after i just bought you a $7 slice of cake.”

[clip 9: 2:12]

idol room game task: “call the person you love the most” jimin immediately dials y/n. y/n picks up like “why are you calling me we’re literally in the same room.” jimin: “bc i love you. duh.”

[clip 10 – 2:30] training room y/n’s struggling with choreo. jimin just sits next to her and holds her hand. “wanna try again?” “not yet.” “ok. i’ll sit here with you.” cue soft music and hearts exploding

[clip 11 – 2:48] instagram live fan: “what do you like most about y/n?” jimin, looking up: “her heart.” y/n, offscreen: “and my ass right??” jimin: “....also that.”

[clip 12 – 3:00] concert footage during aespa’s ment, jimin’s talking, and y/n walks behind her and lightly tugs at the back of her jacket. jimin pauses, leans back a little like muscle memory, and they just stand there like that for 10 seconds before realizing 10,000 people are staring.

[clip 13 - 3:10]

random interview

jimin holding y/n’s hand during an aespa interview. she lowkey rubs circles with her thumb. they ask what jimin does to relax. “i hang out with y/n.” and everyone goes “awww” while y/n blushes hard and tries to disappear into the floor.

[clip 14 - 3:33]

award show red carpet

they’re standing side by side, hand on lower back, classic pose. interviewer: “you two are very close—any messages for each other?” jimin looks at y/n and just goes: “thank you for existing.” y/n’s face goes FULL red. “bro. you could’ve just said ‘you look nice’ like a normal person.” jimin: “no fun in that.”

[clip 15 - 3:49]

aespa behind ep, japan tour

camera pans to jimin sleeping in the van, head on y/n’s shoulder, mouth slightly open. y/n's literally just scrolling through her phone with one headphone in, unfazed.

staff voice (off-cam): “you could move her head if it's heavy.”

y/n: “nope. it’s fine. she only drooled once.”

[clip 16 - 4:01]

instagram live

y/n, half-asleep: “jimin just texted me to eat something. do i look like i wanna chew right now.”

chat: “why does she know you haven’t eaten?”

y/n: “bro she tracks me like a damn fitness app.”

[clip 17 - 4:10]

airport candid

jimin places her coat on y/n’s shoulders and walks off like nothing happened. y/n stares at the camera like “y’all saw that right.”

[clip 18 - 4:18]

concert moment

they pass the mic to y/n to talk. jimin's behind her mouthing every single word she says.

[clip 19 - 4:25]

q&a fan event

fan: “describe each other in one word.”

jimin: “mine.”

crowd: “???!!?!?”

jimin: laughs nervously “LIKE—like she’s my member. i mean. like she belongs to the group. yk?”

[clip 20 - 4:37]

fan spotted them at a café together

jimin and y/n laughing so loud jimin actually hits the table. y/n wipes whipped cream off her lip and flicks it at her.

[clip 21 - 4:49]

award show ending

jimin offers her hand to y/n to help her off stage. doesn’t let go until they reach the dressing room.

[clip 22 5:00]

concert ending

they’re waving goodbye. y/n reaches over and links pinkies with jimin. “did you have fun?” “only because you were there.” “gay.” “you love it.”

[clip 23 - 5:13]

jimin's birthday at their concert

jimin’s on stage during a concert, gets handed the mic for her birthday. she turns to y/n in the crowd. “thank you for being my person. even when i’m annoying. and weird. and obsessed with you.” y/n shouts something back. jimin laughs and covers her face. “okay stop i’m gonna cry now.”

[clip 24 - 5:20]

last night a phone cam video. the members are singing happy birthday. jimin’s about to blow the candles out when she glances at y/n. “make a wish,” y/n says. jimin: “already got it.” y/n: freakin dies

[clip 25 - 5:33]

aespa surprise live for jimin

scene opens with aeri filming the cake. arguing in the background. ningning is yelling something about lighting the candles properly. minjeong is just... eating frosting. and then—

jimin walks in, eyes all sleepy but smiling, and y/n’s already standing behind the couch like she’s been waiting for her or some shit. she immediately pulls jimin into a hug, and you hear aeri screaming in the background like “OH MY GODDDD GUYS GET A ROOM.”

they don’t even flinch. y/n’s arms are wrapped around her waist from behind, chin resting on jimin’s shoulder while jimin just leans back into it like it’s second nature. they're swaying. it’s disgustingly adorable.

then jimin turns her head slightly and says (into the mic she didn’t realize was ON) “i told you i only wanted to spend my birthday with you first...”

y/n literally freezes. everyone heard that. the silence was LOUD. ningning drops a spoon.

jimin realizes. blinks. “WAIT—THE MIC—”

minjeong collapses on the couch laughing. aeri is wheezing. live goes mess. jimin turns bright red and tries to play it off like “hahaha i meant like... metaphorically... like you... the fans... plural...”

[OUTRO – 6:00]

anyway. if they’re not dating, then i’m dating them. happy birthday to jimin, aespa’s leader, and certified simp. if they’re not really dating, then i’m deleting this video. but like… i’m not deleting shit. and for y/n.... go give your gf forehead kisses rn or i’ll do it first.

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kar1nsworldx · 1 month ago

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⤷ 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 (𝒏); 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

pairing: WillNE x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: the internet gets to see as y/n's & will's relationship goes from boyfriend and girlfriend to something more

requested: nope, sadly not :( PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send me requests asapp!!! ♡♡♡♡

note; lol, back from the dead I guees 😝😝😝, enjoy!!

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 🧸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩

y/n l/n

liked by willne, georgeclarkeey and 78,654 others

y/n l/n: hrvatska volim te, ima da mi opet fališ :( tnx @willne for taking some lovely pics for me xx

COMMENTS;

willne: glad to be of assistance

taliamar: come back to london alreadyyyyy :((

freyanightingale: yess y/n come back, will stole you long enough

y/n l/n: coming soon darlings xx ✈️

bambinobecky: lovely pics those are xx

sabinablair_: next time were going together so you can show me around

y/n l/n: roger that x

tennesseethresh: invite me next time ♡

y/n l/n: dw, next time it'll be just us gals x

willne: rude

dannyaarons: booooo

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willne

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willne: bloody lovely trip

tagged: @y/n l/n

COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: we look soooooo good together my Lord 😩😩😩😩

faithlouisak: y/n not on main

y/n l/n: 😋🤭

jamesmarriottyt: i miss my bf

y/n l/n: dont worry bf, bf will be back soon!

jamesmarriottyt: thanks gf!

willne: y/n don't encourage him ffs

useroo: will is infact the other woman in this relationship i fear

bambinobecky: the woman y/n is 😩 my godddd

y/n l/n: becky call me 🤭

bambinobecky: ofc xx

willne: OI

useredup: BAHHAHAHAHAHHA

georgeclarkeey: pookie

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y/n l/n: date night with mr. william

tagged: @willne

COMMENTS;

willne: this is outrages, what is that picture

y/n l/n: idk, i think you look pretty dashing mr. william

behzingagram: handsome boy that one is xx

y/n l/n: yessir

useroo: aweeee

chrismd10: those bloody birkenstocks

y/n l/n: but they're nice :((

userxexe: cutest couple evah <3

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y/n l/n

liked by sabinablair_, livvydimartino and 107,658 others

y/n l/n: lovely month w the gf's & bf's, new may vlog dropping 2day!!

tagged: @willne, @jamesmarriottyt, @bambinobecky, @sabinablair_, @livvydimartino

COMMENTS;

livvydimartino: gf come over pls xx

y/n l/n: 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

taliamar: 🥵🥵🥵

y/n l/n: 😳😳😳

miniminter: @willne brotha come get your girlfriend

willne: brotha come get your WIFE

useruu: new 1h long vlog dropped, who cheered?

user007: EVERYBODY CHEERED 🗣🗣🗣

userxe: HAZZAH!!!!!

userly: LORD HAVE MERCY 😩😩😩

user111: i think i just experienced my gay awakening idk tho

y/n l/n: LOL????? GLAD TO HELP???

willne: ??????

jamesmarriottyt: handsome boys we are @willne

italianbach: i think my invite got lost in the mail

theburntchip: yeah mine as well mate

sabinablair_: those margaritas were sooooo gooooood

y/n l/n: @jamesmarriottyt can we visit otto tmrw i forgot 2ask

jamesmarriottyt: yeah just bring coffee

y/n l/n: do you not have it???

jamesmarriottyt: of course i do im just using you

y/n l/n: bitch

jamesmarriottyt: your bitch 😩😩

y/n l/n: ofc xxx 🤭😝

willne: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU LOT

y/n l/n: lots of things

jamesmarriottyt: yh i mean its your fault youre dating us

y/n l/n: yeah its your fault will

willne: IM NOT DATING YOU JAMES FUCK OFF

jamesmarriottyt: :(

y/n l/n: will its 2025 you dont have to be ashamed okay? we talked about this in therapy

willne: OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

user.oo: I AM DYING OHMYFUCKINGGOD

useredup: SHITTING MYSELF HSBDJCJFN

user777: YEAH WILL ITS 2025 YOU DONT HAVE TO BE ASHAMED

useriii: CACKLINH JWJDJFJCNNC

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"Hi guys, welcome back to another video on my channel! For those who don't know me, my name is y/n, and every month I post an hour long vlog that includes the best moments in my life from that month!" y/n said to her camera as she sat on her gray couch, an iced coffee in her hands.

"I usually post once a week, so 4 videos per month, and then including the hour long vlog you get 5 videos per month! So if you're new here, I do hope you'll stick around and check out my other videos as well, there's plenty!" she added on with a smile as she finished her intro before continuing;

"Well, to not keep you waiting anymore, here's some of my favourite moment's from this month! I hope you enjoy watching them just as much as I enjoyed living them."

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Lights, camera, action!

FIRST CLIP;

The video shows y/n in her apartment as she cooked in her kitchen. It was a cut clip from her stream earlier this month where she was doing some cooking challange's whilst talking with her viewers.

"Kayla thank you for the 5 pounds! Where's Will? He should be in the office I think." y/n said as she put down her spatula. As she turned around to check the time, it being around 7pm, she realised it was later then she thought. "Or uh- maybe coming home right now? It's later then I thought."

She continued talking with her viewers until she heard the apartment door opening. "Hi Will!" she called out with a smile as she stirred the sauce in her pot. "Hi darlin'," he replied with a smile as he walked into the kitchen, something hid behind his back.

"Watcha got there?" y/n asked amused, cocking one eyebrow. It was kinda obvious what he had, but she found it quite endering. "Uh well.., the store had some pretty pink tulips, so I got some pretty pink tulips for a pretty woman." he stumbled out, a grin present on his face.

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

Y/n giggled as she cupped his face before giving him a kiss. "Thank you." "Always."

In the backround dozens of notifications were coming with asks from her viewers and her chat blowing up. Will rolled his eyes but only smiled some more and gave her another kiss.

SECOND CLIP;

The clip starts by just showing y/n walking down a street in London, her shades on her face to block out the sun. It was one of those rare days were London was sunny from 7am until 8pm and she was taking advantage of it.

"So.. were going to St. James park. I'm thinking of having a lil solo picnic." she told the camera, showing off her tote bag where her stuff was storred. "I would go with Will, but he's out of the country with James and the other at the moment, doing some filming which you will see soon enough!" she added on with a smile.

The camera flipped, showing the entrance of the park and how empty it was, to y/n's surprise but she didn't mind at all.

Soon enough she found herself a spot under a tree that gave her some shade and she put down her hoodie to sit on before taking out her stuff and showing them to the camera.

"Alright, so we got a fruit salad, uhh-., ham & cheese sandwich, some melted chocolate and strawberries to dip in and uhhh, my book!" she exclaimed at the end, a bright smile on her face as she showed her book.

"But before I start reading I'll answer a few questions you guys have been asking frequently. So let's see.." y/n continued as she opened her phone and went into her notes app to see the question she written down.

"So first question. Or uh, questions I guees. How long have you and Will been together and how did you meet?" she read out loud before looking up at the camera. "So me and Will met in 2022, so about 3ish years ago? It was at James first ever gig slash concert ever, actually." she started off with a smile. "I accidently started lisening to James's music just when he first released when Spotify recommended him to me. Really liked it so I bought myself tickets to his gig because they were extremly cheap. At the gig I accidently bumped into Will and spilled my drink all over him, so I offered to buy him a drink to apoligise. We ended up being together throughout the whole gig and then after he just casually mentioned that he knew James and I was like 'What!?'"

"So yeah, he also took me backstage to meet James and that's how I also became friends with James as well. Gave my number to them both, and maybe like 2ish days later Will asked me out? Y'know, to go on a date." she finished, her cheeks slightly pink as she spoke. Lovely memories those were.

"Alright, next question, uhhh.. How many languages do you know? Okay, so before I answer I have to say I'm surprised by the amount of people asking this question over and over again. So uh, Croatian and English, obviously. I'm not going to count Serbian and Bosnian because I feel like alot of people are just going to argue with me that they're the same as Croatian, even though they're not but okay. So excluding those I also know Italian and Spanish, took them for like 8 years I think in school and I know French at like a B1 level. Not fluent but still pretty good. So 5 languages. Tehnically 7."

"Right, question number three, any tips to being a conent creator?"

"Well, be yourself I think. Post the things you like and that won't make you dread making conent. Obviously there will be days you won't be arsed to post anything, but if you're enjoying it for the most part then that's good. But uh, I honestly have no tips on how to gain views and profit. It's all in the algorithm I think, and uh luck? Like some of my videos that I put a hell of a lot of time in barely do good, but some videos I feel like I've half arsed do amazing! Just, don't be discoureged. If you want to do something, I do belive you'll succed, even if it'll take time. Just always have backup plans too, better safe then sorry."

The video continued for another few minutes, showing y/n answering some more questions and then later on doing some other fun things around the city..

THRID CLIP;

"LAST FRIDAY NIGHT!"

The video started off by showing becky and y/n screaming their hearts out whilst doing kareoke. They were in some bar with Chris, Will, both Arthurs, George, Bach and Chip doing a pub golf for Chris's channel and at the moment they were at their 5th location.

George was filming them for instagram, laughing his ass off and trying not to snort out his drink through his nose. The other guys were also singing along, having a blast and chatting amonst themselves. These kind of videos were just excuses to get drunk and make a stupidly easy video, but the fans ate it up everytime and they always have a blast too.

"Will! Get us shots!" y/n yelled over the music, feeling drunk off her ass and yet so fucking sober too.

"Darling you're drunk off your ass." Will laughed as she approached him, hugging her waist. "Besides, we still have 2 more locations to go to." he said, holding her tight. Y/n said something that wasn't heard quite right as the clip was cut short before showing another one.

It was pitch black outside as the group walked home. Well, not all of them. Chris was on Arthur TV's back bitting him whilst Arthur yapped his ear off, Becky was on Georges back laughing with the man about something wilst y/n was getting carried bridal style by Will, nodding off on his shoulder. Will was talking with Chip and Arthur Hill, and all in all it was really good fucking night.

FOURTH CLIP;

"Will tell the camera where we're going!" y/n exclaimed to the man as she looked up at him. The footage started by showing off her and Will at what looks like to be an airport lounge.

"We're going... to Croatia!" Will said, a smile on his face as he looked at y/n and not on the camera. "Aka, to my home country!" y/n finished, beaming with joy.

It's been almost 7 years since she was last in Croatia since moving to the UK and London, and she was really excitied about it. She may not have the best memories from living there but she'd love to make some new ones whilst visiting with her boyfriend, and in the future with her friends hopefully.

The camera cut out and then a second later showed a different scenery. Y/n and Will were on the plain with Will nodding off on her shoulder whilst she yapped at the camera, explaining why she was vlogging this, what will they be doing and how excited she was to show Will her home town and to get the chance to speak her mother tounge again. It's been a few years since she had a proper long chat with somebody and she was eager to expiriance it again.

The camera cut out again and once more a second later turned on to show y/n talking with a barista in Croatian, hands moving excitedly as she spoke, obviously quite happy. Will was filming her, if it wasn't obvious.

"Bloody fucking adorable she is."

The camera caught it. Probally shoudn't have considering it was so quietly said, but that's alright too.

FIFTH CLIP;

The video started off by showing Will sitting on a hotel room bed as he looked somewhere behind the camera.

"It'll be just 5 minutes!" a voice was heard off camera, y/n's voice before a door shut. "Take as long as you need darling!" Will replied. It wasn't a bad reply or rude or something like that. Not at all. Just slightly unusual. Unusual for a sarcastic, known for witty remarks, man.

He looked down at the camera, before starting to talk.

"So uh, I kinda have something planned for the two of us, or well y/n." he started off, his voice slightly trembling, but he looked happy.

"Kinda planning to propose to the pretty lady, and uh.., would like to document it. Didn't tell anybody though, so I reckon it'll be a surprise for everybody."

"God, I hope she'll say yes, I think I'll kill myself if she says no," he chuckled out, before taking a box out of his pocket and showing the ring. It had a lovely golden band with a lovely white crystal, white quartz, her favourite. It was simple, not too flashy, but stunning nevertheless. "Really hope she'll like the ring too," Will added.

"Wish me luck," he whispered to the camera before stopping the recording as a door could be heard opening.

The clip then continued by showing Will put up a camera at the beach. He backed up and stood next to y/n, and it looked like they were doing some TikTok trend or something. As Will pointed to somewhere, y/n turned around and stayed there for a couple of seconds, just enough for Will to get down on one knee.

Y/n let out a gasp as she turned around, seeing Will. Her mouth stayed wide open, not knowing what to say.

"Y/n.." Will started off, voice sounding nervous but a smile on his face.

"The last 3 years of my life were probably one of the most enjoyable ones I've ever experienced, mostly thanks to you. You've been here with me through a lot, even if it was for a short amount of time and I cannot thank you enough."

"Usually not the one for 'love at first sight' shit, but I think that kinda happened for me once I met you. Okay- okay, maybe not immediately, you did drown me in beer-" Will's speech was cut off by a loud laugh ", but maybe after seeing you care so much and being so nice to be around for a good 2ish hours, I did know I wanted to be around you. Be with you. Corny as fuck yes, true, also yes."

"I love you y/n. I really fucking do, and I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. You're one hell of a fucking woman that changed my life for the better and I fucking can't thank you enough."

"And uh., I wanted to say something else but I fucking forgot, stupid fucking idiot," y/n caught him off again, a grin on her face "It's alright Will," she said, combing her fingers through his hair.

"Well what I wanted to also say, is um, y/n I really fucking love, and I really want to grow into an old, misrable man with you, and love you forever, so y/n l/n, hoćeš li me oženiti?" he finished off his speach in Croatian, taking a deep breath as he stopped talking, his hands shaking.

Y/n started to nod repeatedly, dropping to her knees and hugging him tight, tears streaming down both of their faces.

"Da, da, da, i da! Sto puta da, naravno. Jebemu mater, naravno. Uvijek." She rambled on, hugging him tightly as he kissed the side of her head relentlessly.

After a minute or so, they slightly pulled away so that Will could put the ring on her, kissing softly before the video stopped.

ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM; 'Becksss 💋💋'

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|| Becksss 💋💋: Y/N I DID NOT JUST FUCKING FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE ENGAGED BECAUSE OF A FUCKING YOUTUBE VIDEO ||

y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: oops, zaboravila ovo spomenut ranije 💍

tagged: @willne

COMMENTS;

willne: can't belive somebody wants to mary you

y/n l/n: 🖕💋

ksi: congrats 👊👊

user777: HUH

user111: ?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

bambinobecky: Y/N ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE

faithlouisak: WHAR?!?!?!??!?!?!??!

user007: WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELLY WHAT THE HELLYANTE

italianbach: there better be pasta at the wedding

livvydimartino: Y/N PICK THE FUCK UP

taliamar: OHYMGOD!??!?!?!?!?????!

chrismd10: how the hell did you manage this @willne

tobjizzle: so happy for you guys, congrats! 🤍

userooo: OMFG

userxexe: SCREAAAAAAAAAAAMING

freyanightingale: Y/N WHAT THE HELL

tennesseethresh: LITERALLY SCREAMING IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AGHHHHHHGG

userly: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK

arthurnfhill: collab w @jamesmarriottyt at the wedding is gonna go hard

jamesmarriottyt: holy fucking airball

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willne: all i'm saying is that @jamesmarriottyt is my best man

tagged: @y/n l/n

COMMENTS;

jamesmarriottyt: WHAT

y/n l/n: tko bi tebe htio ženit da mi je znat

willne: idk what that means but fuck off 🖕🤍

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bambinobecky: @y/n l/n IS GETTING FUCKING MARRIED BITCHES

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povlnfour · 1 year ago

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ HEY TWITTER! (AA23)

pairing: alex albon x f!reader

summary: alex spends the night of a concert dancing with a beautiful stranger, he remembers everything about her, from her outfit to what her favorite song was — well, except for her name.

genre: humour, fluff

authors note: dedicated to my fabulous 🪐 anon for the most incredible idea (and also just being the most beautiful human being)

*faceclaim for y/n: yasmin wijnaldum (but please imagine her as you see fit)

dutch anthem antis ੈ✩‧₊˚

alex_albon just tweeted ੈ✩‧₊˚

twitter reacts ੈ✩‧₊˚

meanwhile, texts between lily and y/n ੈ✩‧₊˚

lilymhe just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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lilymhe one of us had way too much to drink last night, you have one guess

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yourusername um idk this is really difficult

lilymhe it’s the sticker gem still on your face that is getting me

user wait…. is this her…

lilymhe is this WHO

user GUYS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE HER

user GOOD JOB INTERNET

user @/alex_albon CAN YOU CONFIRM OR DENY

alex_albon OH MY

user IM TAKING THAT AS A YES

new activity ੈ✩‧₊˚

alex_albon started following yourusername ➡️

⬅️ yourusername followed alex_albon back

dutch anthem antis ੈ✩‧₊˚

y/n’s dms with alex ੈ✩‧₊˚

yourusername just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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yourusername challenge: which one of us had the most fun this past few days

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alex_albon well if you don’t say you then i fear i bought you dinner for no reason

user IT WAS HER!!! WE DID IT GUYS

user he found out who she was a few hours ago and he’s already on her instagram… maybe he has more power than we thought

lilymhe definitely not me i’ve been sat in a hotel room while you go meet boys

yourusername he bought doughnuts for us to share. omw to you with them now🤝

lilymhe i take it back @alex_albon you can stay

alex_albon just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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alex_albon a story in 3 parts

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user idk what you did but i’m sure you deserved that middle finger

yourusername that food coma hit different

lilymhe you’re telling me i walked in to you both laying like vampires passed out

user the plot thickens

user heavily entertained by the idea of alex legitimately falling in love with a girl whilst drunk, hunting her down using the internet, and then going instagram official within 72 hours

user i don’t think they’re dating aha

user @/user ok well if he doesn’t want her then i do

user okay answer quickly are y’all dating

yourusername no one knows

alex_albon dating? what’s dating?

dutch anthem antis ੈ✩‧₊˚

williamsracing just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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williamsracing hit tweet, who’s this?

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user WILLIAMS I LOVE YOU

lilymhe can u ask him to order me more doughnuts pls

user so real, using best friend privileges

user he’s not a want but a need

yourusername oh i miss that face already☹️

liked by alex_albon

mclaren @/williamsracing heard you may be in need of our services…?

williamsracing we’re listening👀

mclaren plans are already in action🤝

yourusername just tweeted ੈ✩‧₊˚

twitter reacts ੈ✩‧₊˚

williamsracing just posted stories ੈ✩‧₊˚

dutch anthem antis ੈ✩‧₊˚

yourusername just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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yourusername safe to say he learnt the meaning of the word dating

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user FINALLY

user alex albon most successful twitter user

lilymhe AND I DIDNT HEAR ABOUT THIS???

yourusername i tried to ring you but you didn’t pick up😔

lilymhe @/yourusername RING ME AGAIN WTF

alex_albon @/lilymhe she’s busy rn😁

lilymhe @/alex_albon GROSS

alex_albon @/lilymhe NOT LIKE THAT

alex_albon just posted a photo, 1 year later ੈ✩‧₊˚

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alex_albon got her number, remembered her name, kept her around for a year

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user wow who said romance was dead huh

user when we talk about having fanfic moments… that’s these two

user ok now bring her to the next race we miss seeing her in the paddock

landonorris and yet IM the one with no rizz

yourusername your girlfriend literally called you cute and you folded. shut up.

landosgf babe our relationship started because you hit me with your car ? that’s not rizz it’s stupidity

landonorris i regret ever introducing you two

yourusername i love you, or whatever🙄

mclaren @/williamsracing i’m not seeing a thank you?

williamsracing logan would have thanked us

alex_albon yes that’s right set him up next

logansargeant no thank yOU i can’t deal with the headache

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a/n: okay🤓 first post in a while. half written pre baby half written post. hopefully i’ve still got it LMAO. off to finish some written bits / write a new oscar imagine idea i had over the month

will i ever stop this mclaren matchmaking saga? i don’t think so

taglist: @iloveyou3000morgan @scopeiguess @gwginnyweasley @hetfieldd @sweetbabygirlsworld @wittywhispers @bingewatche @sebvettelsgirl @casperlikej @geniusalpaca @namgification @orangetreekid @

#f1 x reader #f1 #alex albon scenario #alex albon smau #alex albon one shot #alex albon imagine #alex albon x reader #alex albon

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omgfangirlland · 5 months ago

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The Shadows That Nurture 5

Chapters 5 and 6 are done! Yippy! Chapter 7 is going to be a slice-of-life type of thing because I don't want to time skip straight to the bats finding out quite yet. Also, did y'all know that Gothamite also means an inhabitant of NYC? Whenever you see me use that just know I mean an inhabitant of Gotham City.

Enjoy!

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NYC was hell on earth and that’s coming from a Gothamite.

Sure- did a rogue attack 3 times a week, maybe more, in Gotham? Yes. But NYC felt lawless and without rhyme or reason. Every day something was happening, every day a building went down if it wasn’t a whole street, every day a hero would almost run you over while you were just trying to chill in the air.

At least on the third Tuesday of every month, there would be no robberies in Gotham, at least if something happened to the city and Batman wasn’t around the rogues would keep the people safe. Here it seemed to be everyone for themselves, and the rent was heinous for the type of bullshit that went down, in Gotham it was pennies compared to NYC. The constant feeling of being watched didn’t help either it irked at the back of your head every time, only stopping in the safety of your home.

The shadows stopped talking to you as well, you could barely hear them anymore, your theory being that NYC was simply too bright compared to G. City. Visiting Midnight City helped keep you connected to them, it felt somewhat like Gotham. But Darkwing felt too much like Batman, making you paranoid, so you never truly lingered for long. You missed them. Missed the rogues, the garden, the kids, the manor. The house really grew on you.

But you liked it. You liked the chaos, the myriads of heroes, the aliens that kept trying to conquer the world, and you enjoyed how the heroes knew that sometimes the best course of action was to kill the threat.

You were still bitter about how Joker took Jason from you, about how Mr. Wayne hid that from you, so seeing Omni-Man, War Woman, Immortal and so many more deal with clearly deadly threats as they should be dealt with felt nice. They would never let Joker live, the clown wouldn’t have millions of kills, and he wouldn’t have gotten Barbara and Jason.

Of course, you’ve heard rumors that while Batman doesn’t go out of his way to kill, he lets others do the dirty work, everyone in Gotham has. You’ve seen Lois Lane cover some of the bigger, worldwide alien attacks that the Justice League helped with. Batman didn’t seem to have a problem with killing or seriously injuring them. He was either a hypocrite or afraid to lose it once he did kill a human, either way, both were bad options.

So, you put up with it, found yourself a studio apartment owned by an old woman, overlooking the fact that the whole building may have been owned by a gang, and kept on doing your online schooling. Kept on making art, donating to charities and shelters, found yourself a nice job pet sitting, and even did some volunteering at local shelters when they needed an extra hand.

You got better at flying, getting so fast you could go around the globe in 5 minutes. It was fun visiting the places you heard Bruce talk about to the others, Algeria, Argentina, Australia, Austria, Bangladesh, Belgium, Brazil, and China. You were planning on visiting every city in every country with this newfound freedom. It was fun, and Bruce didn’t even notice as you used more and more of your allowance.

Sadly, your moments of peace and happiness always seemed to last for a short while. You were happy with just flying, it opened opportunities you didn’t even think were possible, but you’ve never seen a meta whose ability was only flying, not if they didn’t have wings, and maybe paranoia settled in.

Were you just dreaming? Was this just a really long dream? Were you dead? Would you go off the rocket when or if other powers showed up? What will you do when they do show up? You wanted to be an artist, to paint until your heart gave away. But if people needed help you wouldn’t be able to stay on the sidelines knowing you’re more than capable of lending a hand.

You knew you already had some strength power active- you wouldn’t be able to fly that fast without your skin peeling right off. Maybe it just made your skin stronger? Well, that’s how you ended up in a forest, or deep in a park- you weren’t sure, you flew without thinking, your thoughts and theories eating at you until you had to act.

The tree in front of you had an average-sized trunk, maybe on the smaller side compared to the others around you. You’ve been staring at it for a bit, debating if this really was something you wanted to see if you could do. “Ignorance is bliss” flew through your mind, but the full sayings of these quotes always rang at the back of your head. “Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise”.

Your fist met the trunk with a small thud, you didn’t feel any pain, nothing was happening, so you bit your lip, closed your eyes tight, and punched the trunk harder. You heard the wood splinter before you saw it, your eyes flying wide open at the sound. The trunk had a dent in the shape of your fist, not quite all the way through. You still felt nothing.

Maybe you shouldn’t have tested out your strength this much, Ivy would have been quite mad at you for destroying so many trees, each one thicker than the last, but you were simply curious and made sure to clean up after yourself. It was weird. If you hit fast enough your arm could go right through quite cleanly, but there was no pain, none at all… Is this how Superman felt?

In your excitement, you didn’t even notice the figure above you, watching your every move or the flying orb camera doing the same. And while the figure kept watching you grow in your powers for a year, watched you help around in small ways, mostly clean up and small muggings, the orb stopped after a few months.

It took a while for you to be able to lift as much as you could now, for the first half of your newfound power you had to break stuff like big rubble down before you could lift them, you still found it amusing how Red Flash stayed quiet about you, but how could he not when you shushed him the first time he tried to tell the others. The man wasn’t about to fuck with Cecil’s worker, even though he might have said a word or two to the old man’s face about child labor.

Despite all that you truly felt happy, fulfilled even. You were doing art, helping people, and despite still working on having friends during the day part, you were glad you left. You were on cloud nine, well, literally more than figuratively. You were flying above the clouds, basking in the sun. Nothing could cloud your life anymore.

…Where did the sun go? Your eyes opened, blissful expression turning into a frown as your eyes caught a dark figure flying just a few paces over you, its eyes glowing, a wide grin showing a full set of teeth, cape billowing behind it.

What. The. Fuck.

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the-teufort-nine · 7 months ago

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may i rq a scenario with any of the mercs where they find reader injured when respawn's down. maybe bc of an accident or an ambush. i like angst as long as its ok in the end

HOLY SAXTON HALE ANON THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME!

This isn't explicitly romantic, but you could definitely interpret it as being romantic if you want! You're def the team's fave <3

Anyways, enjoy about 8400 words of hurt/comfort goodness and the Blu team being pathetic lil meow meow when they think you're dead dead.

Mercs x GN!Reader | Respawn Malfunction

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Hurt/Comfort | SFW | Cw: starvation, temp character death, excess drinking, animal death ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Featuring:

Everyone! Even Miss Pauling is here!

Scenario: During the last few moments of a match, Blu team's Respawn Machine suddenly malfunctions, with you inside! Left reeling by the loss of their Chemist, the team attempts to cope. A week later, Miss Pauling receives a most unexpected phone call...

There had been no warning.

If there had been, then the sharp eyes of RED and BLU’s Engineers would have certainly caught it. Unfortunately, the Respawn Machine had been just as reliable as ever for the entire match, bringing the mercenaries back from the great beyond time and time again, just as it had been designed to do.

Scout and Soldier had just been revived when it happened; the two men taking a moment to shake off the inevitable rush of nausea that came from going through the unholy machine. An Ubercharged Heavy had taken both them and their teammate, Y/N, known officially as the Chemist, out as the hulking giant made a final push to capture one of their points, and both BLU men knew it was only a matter of time before they heard the biting voice of the Administrator informing them of their failure.

Scout scuffed his sneaker against the concrete floor of the Respawn Room as Soldier launched into a furious rant, leaning against the wall as he waited for Y/N to come through, knowing that they'd been killed only a moment after him. He sighed when felt the gentle pulse of the machine as it vibrated like a speaker, getting ready to return his friend to the world of the living.

SKREEEEEECHHHH- BOOM!

A blast of hot air sent the two men crashing into the wall, stunning them momentarily. It was Soldier who regained his wits first, the BLU quickly pushing up his helmet and looking back at the source of the damage in shock and mounting horror.

“Aeughhhh… what da hell just happened?” Scout moaned, one of his hands rubbing against his throbbing forehead. He blinked, his blurred vision slowly clearing, and as he regained his sight, his eyes began to widen.

Respawn was on fire.

Flames licked hungrily at the walls as they spread out further from the Respawn Machine, with the contraption itself bathed in white and blue hues, the intense heat making quick work of what hadn't been destroyed in the explosion. Shards of complex metals and pools of gleaming Australium were littered all over the room, reflecting the light of the fire.

“HOLY CRAP!” Scout yelped, adrenaline coursing through his body as he attempted to scramble up off the floor.

His voice jolted Soldier out of his shocked state, and he shot a hand out to grab the back of Scout's shirt and yank him along as he made for the door.

“Emergency! Cease fighting immediately!” The Administrator's voice boomed out over the battlefield, the old woman's voice sounding more shocked than stern for once.

Scout finally found his footing as he pulled out of Soldier's grip, spinning around to stare at the encroaching flames. Fear roiled in his gut like an angry serpent as his disoriented mind finally allowed the reality of their situation to sink in. Respawn was gone.

Death was permanent once again.

“Private, this is no time to be standing around! We need to go!”

They could die. For real.

“Scout!”

If they'd come through only a moment earlier, they wouldn't have come back at all.

Wait…

“Solly, where's Chem?”

Soldier paused in his attempt to drag Scout down the hall, his gaze snapping back towards Respawn. He hadn't seen them when he'd grabbed Scout, too focused on getting away from the rapidly approaching fire, but he'd assumed that they were right behind him.

“They probably snuck past us! They're sneaky like that.” he replied. That had to be it! Otherwise that would mean they…

Scout looked down the hall, searching for any sign of the Chemist, before looking back towards Respawn, his face paling. He jerked forward, sprinting towards the blaze.

“Chem! Chem, hang on!” Scout yelled, reaching the doorway in only a few seconds, his eyes desperately searching for where his friend could possibly be.

The room was as empty as it had seemed before. There was no trace of the Chemist, alive or dead, to be found in the room.

They hadn't made it through.

“What in the Sam Hill is goin’ on here?!”

Scout wrenched himself away from the door as he heard his teammates gasp behind him. Engineer was up by his side in an instant, his mechanical hand gripping the doorframe so hard it cracked the material. He pushed his goggles up, and Scout could see real fear in the other's eyes.

“Vhat zhe hell happened? Zhe Respavn Machine vas fine only moments ago vhen I came through!” Medic said, pausing as he looked at Scout, who was trembling. Gently, the doctor led the young man away from the fire, “Scout? Are you alright? Vere you injured?”

“Chem’s gone.” was Scout's quiet reply.

“Vhat?”

“They was suppose’ta come through after me ‘n Solly, but Respawn went up in flames before they could come through.” the runner's voice was shaky and hollow, and he leaned more of his weight against Medic as his legs started to feel less dependable than usual, “They're gone. Like, gone gone.”

The gathered mercenaries went quiet, the only sounds being that of the crackling flames and Scout and Soldier's laboured breathing.

“DAMN IT!” Engineer bellowed, throwing his hard hat onto the ground, “GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”

Medic closed his eyes, bringing a gloved hand up to his face as a wave of grief crashed down on him. He'd been rather fond of their newest teammate, glad to have someone around who was as interested in risky experiments as he was. The Chemist had often taken up many of the smaller, more neglected duties around the base, such as cooking proper meals and making sure that Medic's less used medical supplies stayed topped up, in case of emergencies. They'd also been of great help in wrangling some of his more… problematic patients, using their charms (or stealth) to herd them into the Medbay for check ups or shots.

He watched them die every day, but this was different. This was permanent. The machine he and Engineer had worked so hard to build, the one that had allowed them to cheat death time and time again, had finally taken its pound of flesh. Y/N had been taken from them, from him, before he'd been ready to let them go.

Now, this usually wouldn't have been a problem; committing sins against both God and nature was something he did quite often and with great delight, and he was sure he could wrest Y/N back from the afterlife, provided that he had access to their body.

And therein lay the problem. There was no body. Respawn hadn't even spat them out half formed or thrown them into the flames, it had simply not reconstructed them. Whatever remained of the Chemist was likely nothing more than a partially formed mist of human remains that had burned up almost instantaneously.

The tenth class was no more, and there was nothing Medic could do.

“Aw, hell,” Engineer gritted out finally, looking back at his teammates with a tired, beatdown expression, “Christ, someone go ‘n track down a fire extinguisher. If we don't get this under control soon, we'll all end up dead.”

Seeing an opportunity to both flee the horrific scene and be useful, Scout ran off like a bat out of Hell, skidding around a corner and disappearing from sight. Soldier, who was being uncharacteristically quiet and still, made to follow him, but Engineer stopped him before he could take more than a few steps.

“Hold on, pardner. I need you to round everyone up and let ‘em know what- what happened.” the southerner swallowed hard, trying his best to push down his emotions for the time being, “The last thing we need right now is to lose someone else because someone did somthin’ stupid and got themselves killed.”

Soldier thought of how often Demo tested his equipment after their daily battles, especially after a loss, and stopped only long enough to give Engineer a salute before rushing off, determined not to lose any more teammates.

“Gott, vhat a mess.” Medic whispered hoarsely, mentally preparing himself for the utter shit show that was inevitably coming their way. The Chemist had been a friend to all of them, even to Spy, who pretended that he didn't care, and losing them was going to be hard on everyone.

Personal loss wasn't something the mercenaries were used to, lulled into a sense of security, of immortality, by the Respawn Machine. After all, why be afraid of death when you knew that you would be back in what felt like only an instant? None of them ever considered that Respawn might fail one day.

“C’mon, Doc. We can't stay here.” Engineer said, leading his co-worker-turned-friend away from the fire.

“Ack!”

You yelped as you tumbled face first out of Respawn, hitting the floor hard and fast. You hissed in pain, pushing yourself up and rubbing a hand over your aching face. Instinctively, you check over the various vials of chemicals you have strapped to your person, praying that your odd tumble hasn't resulted in anything breaking.

A sigh of relief passes your lips as you determine nothing to be out of place or wrecked. You pulled yourself to your feet, stretching and cracking your knuckles. Christ, the RED Heavy must have gotten you good that time, because you felt just awful. Exhaustion made you slouch slightly, and your stomach ached something fierce.

After bracing yourself for the inevitable screech of the Administrator's voice telling you that you had failed, you allowed your eyes to fall open, expecting to see Scout and Soldier's sour faces.

An unfamiliar room greeted you, wooden planks replacing the expected concrete. Dust lingered around the space, and your only company was a chittering raccoon, which startled and ran off upon seeing you.

What the fuck was going on?

“Hell-o?” you called, confusing coloring your tone, “Scout? Soldier? Anyone?”

Silence greeted you. Not even the sound of gunfire and shouting could be heard, only the sound of a fierce wind blowing outside.

Thoroughly confused and more than a little creeped out, you stepped out of Respawn, head constantly swiveling about as you called for your teammates. However, no matter how much you yelled, no one ever responded. No matter how much you searched, you couldn't find anyone. No matter how much you listened, not a soul could be heard.

“What the fuck. What the fuck.” you chanted, rubbing your arms. It was so cold here, and your outfit was designed for the New Mexico heat.

Your breaths came in steamy puffs, and you could feel goosebumps prickling along your arms as you made your way towards what you hoped was the Intel Room. Whatever it was that was going on, you were too tired and too sore to try and puzzle it out. If this was some kind of elaborate prank, you were going to kill whoever was responsible, because the last thing you wanted to deal with after such a rough day was this creepy bullshit.

Finally, after a solid hour of getting lost within this bizarre, wintery base, you managed to find the Intel Room. A phone, blue in colour, sat mounted on the wall only a few feet away. Wasting no time, you dialed the number Miss Pauling had given you to use if there was ever an emergency, or if Engineer and Medic started spending too much time together again. (The last time they'd gone unchecked for too long, the base had become overrun by something they called Spycrabs. It took weeks for you and your team to get rid of them, though you were fairly certain both Spy and Pyro had managed to hide one to keep as a pet.)

“Aperture Bakery, where the cake definitely isn't a lie! This is Tammy speaking, how can I help you?” an obviously fake cheery voice greeted you after only two rings, and you smiled slightly.

“Jesus, Pauling, I think that's your worst ‘wrong number’ persona yet.” you groused, no real venom in your voice.

“...Y/N?” Miss Pauling’s voice suddenly became very soft and disbelieving, something you'd never heard it do.

You frowned, your brow furrowing. “Yeah, that's me, last I checked. I thought you were supposed to call me Chemist, though?”

“Holy shit, you're alive?!” she shouted, the volume causing you to pull back slightly, “How are you alive?!”

“Uhhhhh,” you stammered, completely at a loss as to how you were supposed to respond, “I… I breathe? And eat? And sleep? Jeez, Pauling, I don't know what you want from me here.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, one that lasted so long, you began to worry Miss Pauling had hung up on you.

“Hello?” you tried.

“Oh! Shoot, sorry, I'm still here! I just-” there was a sound like papers being moved, “Chemist, what is the last thing you remember?”

“Losing the point and getting shot to pieces, why?” Was this a test? Had you already failed somehow?

“Right, yeah, okay that makes sense.” Miss Pauling took a deep breath, and you shifted uncomfortably, sensing that something was wrong.

“Chemist, Y/N, you've been declared dead for just over a week now.”

The phone slipped from your grasp, and it was only years worth of training and quick reflexes that kept it from smashing into the wall. You gripped the phone right, pressing it tightly into your ear as you spoke. “I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right, Miss Pauling. Would you mind repeating that?”

“You were dead, Chemist. Something happened to BLU’s Respawn Machine, and it was completely destroyed before you could come back. I- I don't know how or why it took so long for you to come back this time, but I'm so glad you did.”

You all but collapsed onto the wall, your free hand tangling itself in your hair. You'd died? Like, died for real? The thought made your stomach turn, and you had to suppress the urge to vomit.

“Pauling, Christ, I-” you swallowed, breathing in through your nose, “Is everyone else okay? Oh God, please tell me no one else… died.”

“No, no, no! Everyone's- well they're not fine, but they're all alive. The Administrator called for an emergency ceasefire the minute she saw what happened, and both teams got the message pretty quickly that something was wrong. The ceasefire is still in effect, since everyone needs to be relocated to one of the other base locations.” Miss Pauling replied.

You audibly sighed in relief, tension leaving your body as you uttered a soft ‘Oh, thank God.’ “I think that's where I ended up. One of the other bases, I mean. It's fucking freezing here, Pauly.”

“Shit, you're that far out?” Miss Pauling sucked in a breath through her teeth, “Okay, just- just stay put, alright? There's not going to be any supplies there, so just fine somewhere warm and try not to move too much. I'm going to come get you, okay?”

“Okay.” you replied, smiling slightly as you heard her immediately begin to gather various items on her desk, “Thank you, Miss Pauling. I know you're busy.”

“I'm never too busy for my mercenaries, especially when they manage to defy all logic and cheat death more than they usually do.” a warm, fuzzy feeling settled in your chest at her words, and it remained even after you hung up. There was something so viscerally pleasing about being wanted, about having someone care for you.

Worn out from your return to the living world, you peeled yourself away from the wall and wandered around the base a bit, before locating what had to be the common room. A couch and a few chairs were tucked in around an unlit fireplace. There wasn't anything around to burn, and you didn't feel up to going out to find something suitable, so you chose instead to simply curl up on the couch. Once you laid down, it was as if all of your strength left your body. The aches and pains that plagued you became more apparent, and your stomach growled and gurgled loudly. You were starving, but as Miss Pauling had said, there was no food at the base, and you certainly weren't going to be able to hunt any animals that might be scuttling around.

Resigning yourself to a fitful sleep and an empty stomach, you closed your eyes and pressed yourself in closer to the back of the couch, slowly drifting off into a light slumber.

The BLU base had never been so quiet. It was not a calm quiet, like one might find if they walked into a library, or in a room full of people simply enjoying each other's company while they entertained themselves, but rather a tense, unnatural quiet. A mercenary base with nine men living in it should have been full of noise and movement, but each member of the BLU team seemed more than happy to break away from the norm today.

Engineer was holed up in his workshop, pouring over blueprints, both new and old, determined to find some flaw, some imperfection, some failure, that could give him an answer as to why the Respawn Machine had gone up in flames. He needed to find the problem so that he could fix it. He couldn't leave things as they were; everyone, even the RED team, once they'd found out what had happened, felt unsafe going through any of the Respawn Machines, since no one knew what exactly had gone wrong.

Medic was working himself to exhaustion right alongside him, while also fretting over packing up his birds and equipment on such short notice. They weren't due to rotate out to another base for another month, but the accident had pushed the timeline up to a few days. What's more is that he needed to review the applications for a new Chemist, though he'd been putting that particular task off for as long as possible. He'd never once needed to replace a teammate, nor had he ever expected to. The process of both finding someone who was Respawn compatible and willing to fight and die everyday was an arduous one indeed, and Medic could feel a stress induced migraine begin to come on whenever he even glanced at the paperwork.

Heavy had been trying his best to help Medic prepare for the move, but he, like everyone else, was feeling the effects of their friend's sudden death. He kept expecting to hear their voice coming from the kitchen, or to see them waltz through a door with some manner of bubbling condition held in their arms. Often, he caught himself setting out the supplies for two sandviches, only realizing his mistake when he had plated the food.

Pyro had firmly planted themselves in the Chemist's room, taking special, delicate care to pack up their things into neat little boxes. When Medic had gently floated the idea of reusing their supplies for the next Chemist, Pyro had chased the doctor around the base with their fire axe. There were drawings of the two of them taped carefully to the wall, gifted to the Chemist by the resident firebug, and Pyro left them for last, wanting to keep pretending that they were simply packing up to move like the rest of them. When they'd nearly finished, Pyro noticed that the Chemist's uniforms, which had been folded up on their friend's bed, had mysteriously disappeared. They'd panicked for a moment, before the faint smell of cigarette smoke filtered through their mask.

Sure enough, the clothes were returned the following morning, freshly washed, dried, and without any wrinkles. Any and all holes or rips had been carefully hand stitched with expert precision. There was also a single rose lovingly tucked into one of the pockets on the outfit the Chemist wore most frequently.

Demo could often be found in the company of Soldier, sitting out on some roof or bridge, nursing his tenth or so bottle. Soldier didn't drink nearly as much, but when he inevitably did get drunk, only he and Demo knew about the few tears that would slip down his cheek. Neither acknowledged it, nor the sinking fear of having to inevitably go through Respawn again that sat like lead bullets in their guts.

Scout ran to ignore that same sense of fear and loss, to push it down into the deepest parts of himself. He ran from sunrise to sunset, pausing only when he absolutely needed to. Sometimes, when he would stop, panting and sweating and one small breeze away from toppling over, if he was in just the right spot at just the right time, he'd catch a glimpse of Sniper, tucked away on some far off cliffside or peering down from a tall, rickety building. The marksman hadn't been seen in the base proper since the accident, but he was always around somewhere, watching day and night to ensure nothing happened to his remaining teammates during the ceasefire.

So it was no wonder that it was him who first spotted a frantic looking Miss Pauling as she parked her scooter and dashed off towards one of the base entrances.

Curious, Sniper pushed himself up out of his hiding place, ignored the burning sensation that rippled through his taunt, stiff muscles, and started to make his way down to the base. He didn't make any attempt to soften his footsteps, but he also didn't call any attention to himself. The dark haired woman had been heading for Engineer's workshop, so that's where Sniper went.

Just before he could reach the door that led to the workshop, he collided with someone coming down the hall. He let out a quiet ‘oof’ and stumbled back, baring his teeth instinctively when he saw an expensive suit and steely blue eyes. He calmed, however, when he saw that this Spy was dressed in his team's colours

“Bushman.” came Spy's snide greeting. The Frenchman eyed Sniper up and down, “You look like shit.”

“I could say the same for you, mate.” Sniper sneered back, and he really could have.

There were heavy bags around Spy's eyes, and he smelled as though he'd been absolutely chewing through his expensive, imported cigarettes. Clearly, the man had been coping just as well as Sniper had.

“I'm shocked to see zhat you are no longer wallowing in your mobile hovel, or rolling around in zhe dirt, or whatever it is that you've been doing zhese days.” Spy raised a brow, “What has brought you back to zhis cheap imitation of civilization?”

Now, normally, this would be the point in their conversation where Sniper would tell Spy to not-so-kindly fuck off, but the Australian was running on coffee and will, and Spy was good at getting information. If Miss Pauling’s sudden appearance was supposed to be a secret, then Spy would be Sniper’s first choice for a partner in crime.

“Miss Pauling just showed up lookin’ real frazzled, and I want to know why. I didn't get any alerts or messages, did you?” Sniper asked.

Spy pursed his lips. “Non, I did not.”

Both men's gazes flicked towards the workshop door, and before either could contemplate if this was a good idea or not, Spy had cloaked and Sniper was pushing the door open slowly. A conversation came into earshot as the door opened silently.

“Engie! Thank God you're here!”

“Miss Pauling? What are you doin’ here?”

“There's no time, I need to borrow your truck!”

“Whu- mah truck? What for?”

“Listen, I need to get up North. Fast. And my scooter isn't going to cut it for this trip. Also, I think I might need that emergency dispenser you guys built a while back.”

Sniper's eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. Miss Pauling did many things to people, but healing them wasn't something he'd ever heard of her doing.

“Well, now, see that there dispenser is still a prototype. It ain't ready for fieldwork yet- HEY!”

“Sorry Engie! Look, I promise I will bring the truck and the dispenser back, but I really need to get going! If this works, I'll bring back something that will make up for all of this.”

“And just what the hell would that be?!”

“Your Chemist!”

Sniper jolted, his body moving faster than his mind, which was still struggling to understand what he'd just heard. He gripped the guardrails that overlooked the lower floor, arriving just in time to see Miss Pauling putting the pedal to the metal and hauling ass out of the workshop in Engineer's truck. Engineer himself was standing stock still on the workshop floor, hand still raised mid gesture.

A set of hands suddenly grabbed Sniper by the shoulders and spun him around. Spy was staring at him, eyes alight in a way Sniper hadn't seen in a long time.

“Bushman, you can fit at least four people in your disgusting van, yes?” the man asked, squeezing harder when Sniper's mouth failed to make words come out, “Well?!”

“Eh- ur- yeah mate, that's right.” Sniper nodded finally, still reeling from the idea that Chemist might still be alive, “What's it to ya, Spook?”

“Gather up Soldier, Heavy, and Demo. I will take Medic, Scout, Pyro and Engineer in my car. We need to get going immediately if we want any chance of catching up to Miss Pauling!” he exclaimed.

Sniper's eyes widened as he understood what Spy was saying. The Frenchman wanted to follow Miss Pauling, to see their supposedly not dead teammate for himself, and he knew the rest of them well enough to know that if they didn't take them along, then the others would find their own way to them. That, or they'd simply destroy the base if left alone for too long, and Sniper was willing to bet that Spy didn't want to risk Pyro or Soldier destroying his precious suit collection.

‘Still,’ Sniper mused, ‘It’s nice to see that Spook cares about our feelings, even if it is mostly for ‘is benefit.’

“Right, I'll go round up the boys. You focus on snapp’n Engie outta his stupor, yeah?” Sniper agreed.

Spy nodded, and the two separated, with Sniper wasting no time in flying back down the hall. Obsessively stalking- er, observing everyone over the course of the week had granted him a decent understanding of where they chose to spend their time while in mourning.

Heavy and Medic were up first, and Sniper knew exactly where they'd be. With a swift kick, he burst into the Medbay, startling both the pair and all of the birds.

“Augh! Herr Sniper, vhat do you think you're doing, barging in here like-” Medic started, but Sniper cut him off.

“Can it, Doc! Pauling was just ‘ere, and she says Y/N is alive!” Sniper exclaimed. The other two men's eyes widened, and Medic almost dropped the glass beaker he was holding. “She sped off a moment ago, and we're gonna follow ‘er. Spy's taking you, Scooter, Engie and Py in ‘is car, while I'm takin’ the rest.”

The dynamic duo shook off their shock and nodded.

“Heavy will grab Soldier and Demolitions. Leetle Sniper will find Pyro in their room.” Heavy paused, then fixed Sniper with a stern look. “Be very careful how you tell news. Fire starter has… not been taking loss well. May attack, if they think you are playing joke.”

Sniper gulped quietly. “Think we should hold off on tellin’ them why we're really leaving?”

Medic shook his head quickly. “Nien. Zhough it is not alvays apparent, Pyro is quite intelligent. Lying to zhem about zhis will not end well for any of us.”

The marksman winced, remembering the feeling of fire blasting across his skin. “Too right. Okay, I'll handle Pyro, and Heavy’s gettin’ the drunk bastards. Hopefully they can sober up a bit, because I do not want those two sicking up in my van.”

Suddenly, a thought came to him.

“Oh, and bring yer Medigun. Miss Pauling mentioned something about need’n the emergency dispenser, but Engie didn't seem too confident that it would work.”

Medic's face crumpled up in distress. “And he shouldn't be! Zhat machine is just as likely to kill both zhe Chemist and Frauline Pauling as it is to heal zhem.”

“Shit.” Sniper swore, “We better be quick, then.”

The three men scattered, each one going in a different direction. Sniper hauled ass towards the barracks, eyes flicking to the different class symbols that marked each of the doors. He had only ever been here once, but picking out the little blue and yellow picture of a bubbling vial was easy enough.

He skidded to a stop before the door, taking a second to rap his knuckles against the wood before pushing the door open.

Pyro was where Heavy had said they would be, sitting on their friend's neatly made bed, their stuffed Balloonicorn clasped tightly in their grip as they rocked slightly. Pyro tilted their head at Sniper, communicating their confusion at the man's sudden appearance.

“C’mon, matchstick. We gotta get going right quick now.” Sniper panted, motioning for Pyro to follow, “Miss Pauling was just here, and she seems pretty damn convinced that our Chemist isn't as dead as we all thought.”

Pyro stilled on the bed, their masked face staring right into Sniper's soul. The Australian licked his chapped lips, feeling a sense of unease creep across the nape of his neck. After a moment of relative silence, Pyro seemed to find no deception in his words, and quickly leapt up, pausing only to grab their axe and holster it on their back.

“Huddah huddah huddah!” They yelled, voice muffled by the mask. A thick rubber glove suddenly gripped Sniper's vest, and the marksman found himself getting dragged along towards an exit.

Barely able to keep up with Pyro’s quick stride, Sniper stumbled a bit, all but crashing into the firebug when the large door before them slid open.

“Let's go, let's go, let's go!” Scout's voice carried across the desert base as the young man practically flew towards the workshop, clearly having been told the news, “Py, Snipes, let's friggin hustle! We got places to be, ya bunch a slowasses!”

“Piss off, ya bloody roadrunner! We're goin’ as fast as we can!” Sniper shot back, no real venom in his voice. He knew that Scout had been hit hard by the loss of their teammate, especially since he and Soldier had been the last ones to see them. The kid was more sensitive then the rest of them, especially when it came to someone he cared about dying

Scout slowed ever so slightly, just enough to grab ahold of Pyro's hand. The runner and the arsonist took off together to where Spy was waiting, and Sniper deviated off towards his van.

Heavy was already waiting for him when he arrived, the hulking giant holding both Soldier and Demo over his shoulders. The two had clearly had more to drink than usual, because neither of them were conscious. Sniper contemplated waking them for a moment; this was important after all, and he knew neither man would want to be left out of the loop.

And then he considered how completely insufferable the duo would be if they were awake, and he simply nodded towards the back of the van as he moved to sit in the driver's seat.

Heavy joined him a few moments later, and they were off, speeding down a dusty New Mexico road. Spy's expensive, gleaming vehicle was tearing down the same road as them, the light of the gradually setting sun bouncing off the well maintained blue paint job. He'd told Sniper the name once, while also threatening to gut the marksman if he so much as stepped near the vehicle, but Sniper couldn't be bothered to memorize it.

Sniper had thought that Spy wouldn't ever dare go as fast as he was now, what with all the potholes and tumbleweeds around that could potentially damage the Frenchman's precious ride, but perhaps he'd underestimated how much losing the Chemist had weighed on their most elusive teammate. Spy, for all his aloofness, did occasionally let slip the fact that he actually liked his teammates. Sometimes. Rarely. And usually in some strange, hard to interpret way.

He saw Scout's head pop out of one of the backseat windows, and the lad raised a hand to shield his eyes, like he was trying to see something in the distance. He must have spotted something other than desert, because he pointed towards an upcoming side road before popping back inside.

Sure enough, the car skidded around the corner, and Sniper followed, squinting his own eyes in an attempt to see what Scout had been pointing at.

Tire tracks marred the road, ones that hadn't been caused by Spy's quick turn, but that were also very recent. Sniper grinned and pressed harder on the gas, accelerating until he was only a few feet behind the other vehicle.

He'd never had a target escape before, and Miss Pauling wasn't about to make him break that streak.

Cold.

You were so cold.

You'd awoken to the sound of your teeth chattering, the sound only made worse when another wave of ripples inevitably wracked your prone form. Each breath came as a gasping wheeze, catching on the film of phlegm that had made a home in your throat and chest. Your stomach felt almost alive in your guts, spitting acid on your sensitive middle as it growled and snarled and roared for food that you couldn't give it.

You tried to get up, but your body began to shake and wobble dangerously as you began putting pressure on your forearm. Apparently, all your energy had been diverted to shivering in a, perhaps futile, attempt to keep your internal organs from freezing over. Breathing out a puff of warm air, you slid your hands over your chest and stomach, eyes widening as you realized that something was deeply, deeply wrong.

Gone was your well earned muscles and insulating body fat. You felt dangerously thin, like a starved greyhound. Whatever dark magic and science pulled you back from death had seemingly lost most of your fat and muscle reserves in the process. Truly, it was a miracle that you'd been able to walk at all!

You were in a bad spot, and you weren't sure Respawn would be able to save you again, should the worst happen. After all, no merc had ever starved to death before, and you had no idea what would happen if you did.

‘That’s not going to happen.’ You tried to reassure yourself, ‘Pauling will come to get me.’

How long had you been asleep? It hadn't felt like long, but there were no windows in this common room, and it wasn't as though you could rely on your stomach to tell you that a great deal of time had passed.

With little else to do, you lay your head back down on the cold couch cushions, attempting to curl up closer to the plush, velvety fabric. You tucked your arms into your armpits and folded your knees up close to your chest as you shivered once again. You'd lost feeling in your toes and fingers, but you could still, with great difficulty, wiggle them, which you counted as a win. Your eyes slipped shut as you turned your face down towards your chest, nose buried in the fabric of your uniform in a desperate attempt to seek out any scrap of warmth.

Sleep came easy enough, but it was far from a peaceful rest. Nightmares of endless darkness and being reborn wrong plagued your mind. You woke frequently, but exhaustion dragged you back into unconsciousness just as quickly. Each time you awoke, you were reminded of just how hungry you were, and the urge to gnaw at your own dangerously thin arms grew in intensity. Thirst plagued you as well, and each time your failing mind allowed it, you licked desperately at the inside of your mouth, trying to acquire some moisture for your sandpaper-esque throat.

On your next return to the waking world, as you stared out towards the door that led to the hallway, contemplating drinking one of your fatal mixtures, if only to end your suffering and quicken your return to Respawn, a sound echoed out into the lonely building. You lifted your head, blearily squinting towards the door. Had that been real? Or simply an illusion, a trick crafted by your starved brain?

“Chem? Chem, can you hear me?!”

Miss Pauling.

She did come for you!

You grinned, the action pulling at your chapped lips. You tried to call out, but all you managed was a slight cough. Huffing, you flopped your head back down, eyes locked on the door. You knew that she knew where the phone was in this place; there was no way someone like Miss Pauling didn’t know the ins and outs of every place her mercs set up shop in, so it was only a matter of time before she found you.

Sure enough, after a few minutes passed you began to hear footsteps pounding down the hall. It wasn’t the heavy, familiar footfalls of your team, but rather a lighter, quieter sound. A blurry purple figure entered your field of vision, and after your eyes finally focused, you saw a disheveled, red-cheeked Miss Pauling standing before you.

“Hey there, stranger.” You rasped, wincing slightly when you felt hands suddenly cup your cheeks. Pauling’s hands were warm and slightly calloused, and you blinked slowly, leaning into her touch.

“Jesus Christ, Chem. You never do anything by halves, huh?” Pauling laughed, though the noise came out more like a sob.

“Can't. I wouldn't be a very good Chemist if I did, right?” You joked softly, your eyelids drooping slowly as you began to relax, “Things’d be spillin’ all over the place.”

“Woah, hey!” A series of quick, rapid taps against your cheeks made you open your eyes again, “Stay awake, okay? You're in rough shape, but I brought- well, stole but that's really not important- Engie's truck and his little mini dispenser thing-”

“You stole Engie’s truck?” You interrupted, voice tinged with a sense of horrified awe, “He's gonna kill you.”

The raven haired woman gave you a half smile as she reached an arm under you, pulling you up to your feet to stand beside her. Your vision swam, and you had to lean heavily into her.

“I think bringing you back will soften him up a bit.” She said, looping your arm around her shoulders, “Come on, let's get you to the truck. You look like you're about to pass out.”

“I might.” You admitted. “Got anything to eat? I'm starving.”

Miss Pauling glanced over your emaciated form. “That… actually might be the case. When Respawn brings someone back, it usually leaves them feeling a little bit drained, and it's why you're all so hungry at the end of a battle. Respawning takes energy, and I'd say this last trip took almost all of yours. It ate right through your fat and muscle reserves!”

“Ah,” You replied, “I was afraid that might be the case. What happens if I Respawn again?”

“It's… it's probably best if we don't test that out.”

The two of you walked through the base in silence after that, with you leaning heavily on Miss Pauling for support. She didn't seem to mind, however; though you often caught her casting worried glances at you. You felt the temperature in the air steadily drop as you reached the entrance to the base, yet you were still caught off guard when a chilly blast of wintry air smacked you in the face. Snow swirled all around you, coating the base and battlefield in white. The first rays of an early morning sunrise were just starting to peak over the horizon, giving you enough light to see by.

In the distance, you could see Engie's truck, the blue vehicle standing out amidst the white. However, something seemed… off about the truck. You squinted, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Hey P, did you bring a… a dog with you?” You mumbled, tilting your head at the canine shape that stood in the headlights.

“What?” Miss Pauling looked confused for a moment, before she, too, saw the creature. “What is… uh oh.”

“Uh oh? Why uh oh?” You questioned, before taking a closer look at the dog, which was now slowly moving towards the two of you.

Oh.

Uh oh indeed.

It wasn't a dog.

It was a wolf.

The beast was huge, with a thick, ungroomed black coat and amber eyes that glowed a bright, golden color in the early morning. It growled as it approached, and you could see saliva frothing at its mouth.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” You balked, stumbling as Miss Pauling pulled you both back, “A rabid wolf. Why not!”

“How did it even contract rabies all the way out here?!” Miss Pauling yelped, quickly drawing her pistol. You eyed the small gun, wondering if she could aim well enough to shoot the hulking animal with your dead weight hanging off her.

Left with no other options, you weakly pawed at your coat, trying to locate something that could help you fight off the rabid beast. You had all the ingredients needed to make something truly dangerous, but if you tried to mix them now, you'd just as likely make something that would kill you before the wolf could.

Grabbing something that would at least blind the animal, you braced yourself as best you could, ready to try and help Miss Pauling fight.

“INCOMING!”

You, Miss Pauling, and the wolf all turned your heads as one, eyes widening when Sniper's van suddenly emerged from the snowstorm like the chariot of an angry Australian god. The vehicle slammed into the wolf, sending it flying out of sight. A few seconds later, an expensive looking car skidded to a stop a few feet away, one of the back doors opening before the car could even fully stop.

Scout came barreling out first, slipping on the snow and ice as he tried to regain his balance. Sniper, Heavy, and Spy followed suit, with the other's appearing behind them. They all looked absolutely horrendous; their eye bags had eye bags, Soldier and Sniper clearly needed to shave, and none of them were even remotely dressed for the cold weather of the north.

But they had never looked better to you.

Scout spotted you first, and you hardly had time to blink before the Bostonian was upon you, yanking you out of Miss Pauling's hold and into his arms.

“You're alive! Holy crap you're alive!” Scout cried, spinning you around and pressing his face into your shoulder.

Pyro joined you next, the arsonist all but smothering both you and Scout as they sobbed. You patted their back, leaning into their warm suit, attempting to leech their abundant body heat.

Before you could get a word out, a fierce yell startled you into a defensive stance. Suddenly, you were being held up by your armpits and being shook like a maraca.

“DO NOT PULL SUCH A STUNT AGAIN, MAGGOT!” Soldier yelled angrily, but you caught a glimpse of wet eyes under his helmet, “IF YOU DIE LIKE THAT AGAIN I WILL PERSONALLY RIP YOUR YELLOW-BELLIED SOUL RIGHT OUT OF HELL!”

“Sol, put them down, consarnit!” Engineer chided, smacking Soldier in the side. Once the helmeted man set you back down onto the ground, Engineer pulled you into a warm, firm hug, his flesh hand coming to rest on the back of your neck.

“Hey Engie.” You murmured softly, “Don’t be mad at Miss P, okay?”

“Buddy, ah’m gonna be treatin’ her to a steak dinner after this.” he chuckled, before gently passing you over to someone else, “Here, Demo. Be careful with ‘em. They ain’t lookin’ too good right now.”

“Aye, ya look like shite, dont’cha?” Demo laughed softly, gently ruffling your hair before pulling you into a hug, tucking you under his chin. “Ah, I’m glad yer alright. Ye gave us a right scare, ya wee bastard!”

“Sorry.” You chuckled, leaning into his chest. Demo patted your shoulder, before you were released and spun around to see Medic, Heavy, Spy and Sniper. While Heavy lifted you up into one arm, Miss Pauline began questioning how the mercenaries had found out where you and her were.

Medic descended upon you like a mother hen, fretting about the poor state you were in while simultaneously raving about the unexplored limits of the Respawn Machines. He plucked a few tablets out of a bottle in one of his coat pockets, instructing you to swallow, not chew them as Sniper handed you a well worn thermos. It was warm, and when you opened the lid, the smell of coffee hit your nose. A quick sip revealed that it was made just how you liked, which made you smile, because it meant that the usually unsociable marksman had gone out of his way to make the drink specifically for you.

“Here, mon ami,” Spy strode forward, a blanket draped over his arm. He wrapped it around your shoulders gently, tucking it in tightly, almost like your parents would do for you when you were small, “this should warm you up a bit.”

The tenderness of your usually tough, rowdy teammates made you sniffle, and you snuggled in closer to Heavy, clutching your thermos.

“I love you guys.” You said, your voice wavering with emotion, rather than cold this time, “Seriously. I- there isn’t a better team out there.”

Your praise made the gathered men puff up slightly. It was clear your opinion mattered a great deal to them.

“Hell yeah! We’re da’ freakin’ best!” Scout shouted.

“Leetle Chemist is included in that.” Heavy added, and you blushed slightly.

“Heavy is right, mein Chemiker.” Medic agreed, “Jou have cheated Death more zhen anyone else before jou! It is truly amazing!”

“I don’t feel amazing.” You said, quickly sipping the offered coffee.

“Vell, you are severely malnutritioned, so I am not surprised.” Medic replied. “Ah, don’t drink zhat so fast. Jou’ll just zhrow it back up.”

Once the word ‘malnutritioned’ passed the doctor’s lips, you could practically hear Engineer’s ears perk up. You were sure many home cooked meals with Engie in his workshop were in your future.

“Come on, mate, let’s get em’ outta the cold, yeah?” Sniper suggested to Heavy, gesturing towards his van. Spy snorted.

“Please, you want to have our dear Chemist rest in zhat thing? The last thing zhey need is to be surrounded by piss and crocodile jerky.” he snarked, which drew a disgruntled sneer from Sniper.

“Oi! My van is perfectly clean, and its leagues bettah than your dinky lil’ car! You just wanna hog all their attention ‘cause you’re a needy, selfish buggah!” Sniper shot back.

Heavy sighed deeply as the two men started arguing, before looking down at you.

“Heavy thinks it would be best for leetle Chemist to ride with Engineer in his truck for now. Team is very excited you are alive, and this makes them act-” the two of you winced as Soldier started yelling again, “more like loud idiots than usual, да?”

“At this point, big guy, I’d welcome the noise.” You admitted, “It was… quiet here. And lonely.”

Heavy looked at you with a saddened expression. “How long were you alone for?”

“A… a day, I think. It was hard to tell, since there were no windows.” You glanced over in the direction the wolf had been flung. “Honestly, that might have been for the best, considering what was waiting out here for me and Miss Pauling when we finally got outside.”

“Was wolf, yes? Heavy could not see very well, but it looked like wolf.” The heavy weapons expert said as he started off towards Engineer’s truck.

“Yeah, it was a wolf. A rabid one. You guys showed up just in time. I was afraid it would get close enough to bite us.” You shivered, pulling your blanket in closer.

“Miss Pauling would not have allowed that. She is small woman, yes, but very fierce.” Heavy paused for a moment, looked over at Scout and Soldier, who were talking to Miss Pauling, then leaned in to whisper: “She is better shot than some of the team. Do not tell them I said this.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.” You winked as Heavy gently set you down in the passenger seat, careful not to jostle you. The seat was still warm from the heater, and you relished in it, almost not even noticing when Engineer slipped into the driver’s seat next to you.

“Buckle up, darl’.” He grinned, reaching to pull the seat belt over your chest.

“Thanks, Engie.” You returned his smile and lay back, resting your head against your seat belt.

As you got comfortable, you noticed that the truck had an extra few passengers. Pyro waved to you from the back as both Soldier and Scout climbed up into the bed. Both men looked visibly cold, but they stubbornly plonked themselves down, dead set on staying near you. Just in case.

Spy and Sniper finally stopped squabbling when they realized that you were no longer around to fight over, and both slunk back to their respective vehicles as Engineer started up his truck. Miss Pauling and Medic followed Spy, while Demo and Heavy trailed after Sniper. Knowing your team, there would be another fight the second you all stopped for gas or food, likely over who you should sit with for the rest of the drive back. Honestly, it was like being back in school, surrounded by a friend group of mentally ill lunatics who fought like spoiled dogs for your attention.

You wouldn’t change a thing. You were, after all, just as needy and clingy as the rest of them, and you knew you’d be even more desperate to be near someone all the time, afraid to be back in that horrid silence.

How wonderful for you, then, that you had 8 men, 1 woman, and 1 Pyro who would be more than happy to indulge you.

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Geum Song Je X Reader | MDNI 18 +

Dark Themes, Red flag (obviously, its Seong Je), violence.

Spiralling takes many forms but this was yours.

Part 1 is here | Part 3 is here

Joining the Union came with an assurance, that after the gruelling, strenuous three years in the cold concrete torture chambers collectively called ‘High School’, one could find work in the colder concrete torture chambers of an office. It was this assurance that Na Baek Jin had made to you when he’d brought you to his side.

“You’ll have a job,” He’d said. “I want you working for me, with me. If you stay here – in this position – I will guarantee that.”

Days after his funeral, Geum Seong Je offered a similar assurance. “Don’t worry, little kitten. I’ll take care of you, even if Mr. Na is gone.”

There was no dearth of money. Seong Je was running a successful business, one whose functioning was already well established by the previous head. Carefully maintained records and previously established ways of functioning allowed him to keep enough aside to take you out to eat or shop. But the food tasted like nothing to you. You would lift spoons to your mouth, chew, then swallow. Rinse. Repeat. He forced you into clothes he found you to be attractive in and bought them for you; snarling in your ear about how much he’d like to see you wearing them, just so he might rip them off you. Your grades started dropping and if your parents had been a smidge more interested perhaps they’d have wondered why. Yet that had never been questioned in the first place anyway. School was the same grey walls every day. No one dared touch you nor tease you. They knew that despite Na Baek Jin’s lost claim over you, you now had a new owner. The students at Yeo-Il avoided you like the plague, and the teachers pitied you from a distance. No one in their right mind would go up against Geum Seong Je. Or his girl.

As a result, the guilt didn’t die in the back of your mind. You remembered the way you would sit beside Baek Jin in the evenings instead of excavating the latest club. In your memory, he smelled clean and fresh as ever. His hair would be styled, in his signature neat, slicked back manner. You could hear every click and scratch of your pens as he solved, and helped you solve complex problems. Baek Jin would look up from his work, hearing the silence of your paused writing, finding you staring at him. He’d smile, you’d blush. Then he’d stroke your cheek and tell you to continue, promising rewards once you were done. Seong Je was nothing like him.

You sat on his lap every meeting. He would circle his arm around your back, locking you in place. Fingers trailing down your back as he tried to coax you into falling into his trap. You weren’t in a cage but the shackles were tight. Most of the time, Seong Je was looking over Baek Jin’s accounts. Trying to make sense of the complicated mathematics that were involved in his calculations. At other times he was barking orders to the rest of the boys who now – begrudgingly – answered to him as the leader. It was boring. It held none of the stimulation you had when Baek Jin was around. Your mind would often wander…thinking of him would make your eyes tear up without you knowing. But Seong Je didn’t care.

He once found a tear rolling down your cheek. He didn’t ask you what was wrong. The thousand yard stare plastered on your face irritated him. You were jerked out of your daydream by a harsh squeezing of your cheeks. A maniacal mirth adorning his features, he ran his tongue from your jaw all the way to your eye, ending only with a faux chaste kiss to your lashes.

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It was a slow process, but eventually you dragged yourself out of your perpetual haze. Na Baek Jin may have been dead, but that didn’t mean you were too. It was easier – you mused – to function on auto-pilot. Wake up, get ready, school, union, sleep. Your diligence wasn’t missed but it wasn’t commented upon either. When you were at the bowling alley, you completed schoolwork. The world around you moved onward. You stayed rooted in the past. In your mind's eye, it wasn’t Seong Je who sat at the table, but Baek Jin. He’d never speak to you, but occasionally he’d look over the page you were working on and nod; giving his approval. The teachers in the school appreciated the change. And in their futile hope that you were getting better they offered you advice.

“Join so-and-so cram school, it helps many students!”

“Come to me if anything is difficult to understand. I will do my best to help you!”

“You can get into one of the top colleges if you continue like this. Do you want to join this competition, it will look good on applications!”

No one person asked you if you were okay. No one asked how you were. And so while on the outside you looked normal, on the inside you were tearing yourself apart.

Then came the day that the dam broke.

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School had just let out. The hundreds of students slowly exiting the building dragged you along in the crowd. Usually, Seong Je would send one of his Kanghak lackeys to bring you back to the bowling alley, or to Daesung, depending on where he’d decided to play around on that day. But today you had different plans. Today you wanted to see the sun set.

You trudged along absent-mindedly, deliberately hiding yourself in a large crowd of taller girls and boys. This group always headed to an area with a lot of tall buildings. Their cram schools were there. It was the perfect disguise. They’d never see you, nor think to look for you among them. You were well away from the school when the group found their bus-stop and it wasn’t too long before you got onto a bus – still with them. From behind you heard a shout – something that sounded like your name. You chose to ignore it. The shadows were growing longer. Seong Je would be losing his mind by now. He could even kill the boys he’d sent. It didn’t matter. If Baek Jin could die, why couldn’t they? In your pocket you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at the caller ID ‘Wolf Geum’. Then pressed down on the button to turn it off.

When you reached the area, you ran to the first building you saw, trying to merge in with a large crowd but in your haste bumped into someone else first. The impact sent you sprawling onto the pavement.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” you heard an excited voice.

“Baku. Don’t yell, I wasn’t looking.” A softer response.

You looked up. Your blood froze. Eunjang’s White Mamba, Yoon Si Eun. The boy kneeled down and reached out a hand.

You could feel your heart pounding at a speed you had felt before. He was the reason. He was the killer. Na Baek Jin died because of him. With a sharp yell your fist met his cheek. White, blinding rage overtook your systems and you rained down whatever hits you could onto the boy in front of you till suddenly you couldn’t anymore.

You saw yourself being pulled further away from Si Eun, vaguely aware of your feet dragging against the pavement and a familiar amused voice saying something to you. All you heard though, was the pounding in your ears. You kicked out, managed to get free, and ran at Yoon Si Eun, but before you could reach him, Park Hu Min enveloped you in a warm embrace. You struggled and beat your fists in vain. He was much too strong for you and you couldn’t reach.

“All because of you! Your fault. He’s dead and it’s your fault you fuckers! You spineless fucking assholes. You did this! You!”

The white shirt he wore was covered in smears of blood and the profanities leaving your lips never made sense to you but you knew they spewed. Even after Seong Je punched Baku making him lose his grip on you. Even after he grabbed hold of you and pushed you into a cab. Even as it raced away from the boy with the sad eyes whom you wanted to turn to a pulp.

You never got to see your sunrise afterall…

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Part 1 is here | Part 3 is here

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incognit0slut · 1 year ago

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i hope this is how to send a request cuz this is my first time requesting anything. but i wanted to ask if you could do a story of spencer x reader of when he comes back home from prison in season 12? i don't know if i want it to be girlfriend and boyfriend or if they're married i don't really know, sorry. but i don't really mind either way. hope you can write something like this, thank you :))) <333

tysm for trusting me with your first request and sorry this took so long, it's also kind of rushed and I'm not too confident with it but I hope you like it <3

Home is whenever I’m with you

Category: angst, hurt, comfort, gn reader ~1.7k words

He’s back. Your boyfriend is back. There's a tangle of nerves in the pit of your stomach at the mere thought of seeing him again, especially after all that’s happened. You get to hug him, to kiss him, to feel the softness of his thick, beautiful hair under your fingers again.

But not now. His mother is missing. Those are the words Emily spoke to you over the phone after she called to let you know he’s released. It’s ironic, to hear such wonderful news just to be followed by something so disheartening. And the guilt creeps in, that nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, if you had gone to visit his mom as planned, this nightmare could've been avoided.

“Do not blame yourself,” Emily adds, her voice is a lifeline in the chaos of emotions. It's as if she can read your thoughts, know exactly what you're feeling without you saying a word. “Just stay where you are, okay? I've got agents keeping an eye on your building. I'll keep you updated."

You're left with no choice but to accept. Your boyfriend may be back, but you still can’t see him.

And you get it. His mom comes first, always has, and always will. A child's love for their parents is unbreakable, and if you were in his shoes, you'd move heaven and earth to keep your parents safe. So, naturally, you do what any loving and supportive girlfriend would do—you wait.

And wait. And wait. And wait. Each passing second stretches into agonizing minutes, and those minutes drag on into long, uncertain hours. One skipped meal turns into two, and suddenly, you're lying in bed in the dead of night with an empty stomach. You know you should take care of yourself, but your mind is fixated on him.

What is he doing? Has he eaten anything? Is he taking breaks at all? Has he managed to get any sleep? And most importantly, has there been any news about his mom?

Your mind is racing, flooded with countless unanswered questions. You try to find comfort in sleep, but every ring of your phone feels like a cruel interruption, each time hoping it's him—or at least a word from his friends. But it's always a disappointment, just meaningless notifications and distant messages from your friends about mundane plans.

Eventually, exhaustion overtakes you, but your sleep is restless, it's as if your mind refuses to grant you a moment of respite. Then, in the quiet hours of the night, at two in the morning, you're jolted awake by the familiar sound of a new message on your phone.

His mom is safe.

A sigh of relief escapes you, almost audible in the silence. You type out a response to Emily with trembling hands.

That’s good to hear. Is he fine?

Not great, but he's managing.

That's all you need to hear. His mom is safe, and though he's not doing great, he's managing well enough. With a weight lifted off your shoulders, you finally allow yourself to relax. At least now you can drift back into sleep knowing that he's partially okay.

You wake up again later that night by a rapid knocking. At first, you try to brush it off as just noise from the neighbors, but as you slowly come to your senses, you realize it's coming from your apartment.

Half-worried and half-curious, you reluctantly peel yourself from the comfort of your bed, your mind racing with possibilities as you approach the door. When you glance through the peephole, you're met with a sight that instantly jolts you awake. Without a second thought, you fumble with the lock and swing the door open.

And there your boyfriend stands, but he's a far cry from the man you remember. His hair is wild and unkempt, and his eyes, usually bright and lively, are now dull and tired, shadowed by exhaustion. He's dressed in his usual suit and tie, a combination you've always admired for its professional and polished look. But today, his shirt is half-tucked, half-untucked, and his tie hangs loosely around his neck

“Spence, what are you—”

Before you can finish, he bursts through the door, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"I'm sorry," he breaks, his voice strained with emotion. "I—I wanted to come here as fast as I can—"

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” You wrap your arms around his waist and take in a deep breath. Despite his disheveled appearance, he smells exactly as you remember—warm, familiar, like home. “It’s all good, honey, I don’t mind.”

“It’s not alright. I should’ve answered your calls—”

“Spencer, it’s okay,” you interrupt gently, running your fingers soothingly down his back. “After all the time you’ve been away, a few more hours hardly matter.”

“Well, it should matter,” he mumbles against your skin, his voice muffled as he buries himself in the crook of your neck. “I shouldn’t have left you like this.”

You hold him tighter, feeling his weight against you, his breath warm against your skin. “Shh,” you murmur, rubbing his back in comforting circles. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

He nods against your neck, his grip on you tightening as if he's afraid to let go.

“How’s your mom?”

He lifts his head slightly, meeting your gaze with tired eyes. “She’s... she’s okay,” he replies. “We found her. She’s safe now.”

You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relief flooding through you. “I’m glad to hear that,” you say, cupping his cheek gently. “Are you okay?”

He hesitates for a moment as if considering the question carefully. “I’m fine, just… tired.”

Your fingers traced the lines of exhaustion etched on his face. “Let’s get you inside and comfortable, okay?”

He nods, and you usher him inside, relief flooding through you as you close the door behind you. Your fingers naturally intertwine with his as you guide him towards your bedroom.

“Do you want anything? Water, food?”

He shakes his head, falling into step with you. “Maybe later,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand. “How have you been?”

"Well," you begin, your voice filled with warmth. "'I've been keeping busy while you're gone.”

You lead him to the edge of the bed, sitting him down while you stand between his legs, your eyes meeting his tired gaze. "Work has been... work," you say with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. “And I managed to put up the shelf I bought online. Look.”

You gesture towards the bookshelf nestled in the corner of the room and he follows your gaze. “You did that all by yourself?”

"Yeah, I did," you reply, your smile widening. "It wasn't easy without having you constantly nagging me how to do it, but I figured it out."

He nods, a hint of regret shadowing his features. “I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you.”

You shake your head, moving closer to him and placing a comforting hand on his cheek. "Don’t apologize.”

He leans into your touch, his gaze meeting yours with a vulnerability that tugs at your heartstrings. His eyes, wide and brown, look up at you, and you can’t help but compare him to a puppy—sad, yet undeniably endearing, with an innocence that melts your heart. You brush a thumb gently across his cheek, noting the subtle change in his appearance.

“You grew out your facial hair.”

A faint blush colors his cheeks as he shifts under your gaze. "Yeah, I guess I did," he replies, his voice tinged with self-consciousness.

You can't help but smile at his bashfulness. "I like it," you assure him. "It suits you."

“Really?”

“It’s growing on me.”

His expression softens at your words, a warmth spreading through his tired features. "Maybe I'll keep it.”

You nod in agreement, a smile playing on your lips as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. He sighs contentedly as he leans into your chest, and you gently stroke his hair, soothing him with your touch.

"It's good to be back," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your shirt.

"It's good having you back," you reply softly, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face.

“I thought I was never going to see you again.”

"Why would you think that?”

He hesitates for a moment. "After everything that happened... I wasn't sure if I'd make it back to you.”

You gently tilt his chin up, meeting his gaze. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

His eyes glisten with unshed tears as he nods, his vulnerability laid bare. "I was also afraid that I might lose you,” he adds. “I was afraid you’d get tired of waiting for me.”

“Oh, honey…”

“Everyone I care for always leaves, sooner or later. And I can’t bear the thought… the thought of not coming home without you in my life,” he admits, his voice trembling with emotion and you feel a lump form in your throat as you listen. "I feel… so different right now. I don’t feel like my usual self, and I-I was afraid you wouldn’t like this version of me.”

You pull back slightly, cupping his face in your hands, your gaze locked with his. "I would never think any less of you.”

He sniffs, and that's when you notice a tear escaping down his cheek. Your heart aches even more. “I might not be the same person you last saw me.”

You shake your head, brushing away his tears with your thumb. "It doesn't matter," you reply earnestly. “You're still the person I fell in love with, and nothing will ever change that.”

He looks at you in disbelief, as if he can't quite comprehend how you could love him so unconditionally. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I see you," you reply. "Beyond the surface, beyond the changes, I see who you are—the kindness, the strength, the love that has always been a part of you. And that's something that remains unchanged, no matter what."

He exhales softly, his features softening as he absorbs your words. But you aren’t finished, not until he realizes how worthy of love he is.

“You’re still the man who loves silly magic tricks, you’re still the man who asks for jello every time we have dessert,” you tease, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He cracks a small smile at your playful words. “You’re still the man who loves books, who loves learning. You're still the man who loves helping other people.”

You lean closer, your breath mingling with his as your lips almost touch.

“And I’ll be the one to love every version of you,” you whisper. “The person you were, the person you are, and the person you're becoming.”

He grips your hips and pulls you closer. Without a word, you understand what he needs, what he's asking for, and you close the distance between you, your lips brushing against his.

You never truly understand the meaning of bittersweet until this very moment. His tears carry the saltiness of sorrow, but his lips offer a sweetness that lingers on your tongue. You feel the weight of his pain, the heaviness of his grief, yet you also sense a comforting warmth in the way his lips move gently against yours.

You can feel his uncertainty, and it’s clear that getting back into his old routine won't be easy after everything he's been through. But you’re here for him and you're willing to support him in any way you can.

Because he’s back. Your boyfriend is back. You can hardly believe you get to hug him, kiss him, and run your fingers through his thick, beautiful hair once more. You can’t believe you get to hold him again in your arms, and you hope to do so for a very long time.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #spencer x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #criminal minds

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sotc · 8 months ago

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as fun as it is to talk about the sillay crow family dynamics, i'm soo interested in what this means for the crow familia going forward in a darker lens.

im mostly speaking from the perspective of a rook de riva who romanced lucanis btw <3

illario brought the axe down on his own head after failing to take first talon. he's imprisoned except to play house whenever caterina wants to see him around for family dinners before tensions inevitably shove him back into the cage he's been left to like some house pet lmfao. it's actually kinda fucked up and as a certified sicko i love it. especially considering the casualness in which lucanis describes all of this. crows gotta be a little unhinged<3

But!!! while lucanis was right that illario's reputation is ruined forever as a traitor crow beaten to his knees before every house that doesn't exactly free house dellamorte either. Talon houses will want their pound of flesh of illario for nearly trying to put antiva under venatori control. and yet lucanis refused. house dellamorte showed mercy. they are breaking the rules, making exceptions. this is not how the crows operate and there should--WILL be retaliations for it. illario left this house bleeding in his attempt to claim first talon and their blood is in the water now with house dellamorte having a sole heir who blatantly exposed a weakness and seemingly has no lineage to take after him.

and nevermind that we know murmurs amongst the crows will linger about a first talon being an abomination. i know lucanis kind of handwaves it off as at the coffee date like 'there could be worst first talons' but baby boy, you have avoidance and denial issues this WILL become worse of a problem the longer it goes on. <3

more under the cut bc i didn't realize this was getting so long lol

but in comes fifth talon viago de riva. a bastard to the king of antiva who wants to strengthen the crown. a man who has been ruthlessly exacting and meticulous to get where he is now. and the scariest part is that he has ambition, always has, and knows he has more power than the king himself to make plays if he needs to. this makes for a dangerous (and sexy) combination. in comes his protege rook. casting silly family dynamics aside, viago knows this union between house dellamorte and de riva is extremely beneficial for both houses but also very dangerous. even he knows his ties to teia show a weakness in him that other crows may seek to exploit. and while i do think he may be sincere about wanting rook to find their happiness with lucanis as he has with teia - i truly think he will not shy from showing the importance of a 'political alliance/union' especially with first talon house dellamorte struggling from the blow after all is said and done.

and of course, by extension to de riva, house cantori and the beautiful lovely miss teia, will be extending her support to strengthen their houses but also herself from any opposition. as much as i love that she's kind of the heart that brings this fucked up lil familia together, i know she is just as cunning and clever to recognize what this alliance does for her too.

and caterina.. well, without going into a whole thought piece on her, she has built her (and her grandson's reputation) entirely to instill fear in others, even command enough respect to know she's the one running things while lucanis is just a stand-in as first talon. but what happens when caterina is gone? another dellamorte dead just like all the others. all lucanis has left is himself and his traitor brother. how does he handle illario? how does he fair being a leader to the crows when he didn't want any of this in the first place and no longer has caterina to guide him? how does he wish to pursue carrying the dellamorte legacy (if at all)? does he seek a protege of his own to take on after him? i can't remember who says it (viago or lucanis) but there's a line about how saving thedas will make their houses immortal (hot and very sexy) but also how far can that reputation protect house dellamorte, really?

i don't really have a point to all of this, this is all just stuff im simply chewing on and letting out into the ether because the ripple effect of repercussions with what illario did and what lucanis now has to deal with fascinates me SO MUCH.

#it's all so fucked up (affectionate)#dragon age #lucanis dellamorte #illario dellamorte #as much as i know in my heart lucanis deserves to be a malewife i really like to see him in situations i fear 😔 take him away from me #i still stand by what i said about wishing there was an option to kill illario bc i think hardening luca w/ that is also a fun avenue #to explore BUT letting illario live and imprisoned also kind of cooks ngl #(but im still giving the writers shit tho bc we know we couldnt do any substantial exploration of 'this is fucked up. what if we did that--#-- and made them worse' with the companion storylines)#aev plays da4 #veilguard spoilers #datv spoilers #viago de riva #teia cantori #also thank you to my bestie for bouncing back and forth w/ me about this <3 #long post

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uss-butterscotch · 2 months ago

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Part 6! If you haven’t seen already i’m working on naming this fic so if you want to vote for your favorite option it should be just a few posts down on my blog :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

(cw for vague reference to child abuse. It’s literally like one throwaway sentence but just in case!)

“I keep having nightmares,” she started quietly, “I’m too late to stop Billy from hurting Steve, or the syringe is empty and it doesn’t work, and he kills Steve and then he kills Lucas, then Dustin, then Mike, and I’m yelling at him to stop, but he doesn’t. Because screaming didn’t stop him in real life.”

Eddie was reeling slightly from that alone, he didn’t have time to think of anything reassuring to say before she was talking again.

“Or, it’s the mall. And Billy doesn’t- he lets Jane die. And he laughs at me like I’m stupid for believing he could be better.” She looked back to Eddie then, “And that’s the worst part. Because that’s not what happened. He did do the right thing for once and it got him killed.

“And it all makes me hate him even more, because even after he’s dead, he won’t stop fucking with me!” And there. Finally something Eddie could work with.

Her hands were clenched hard, knuckles turning white. She finally seemed done with her train of thought, breathing slightly heavy, and glaring a hole through the windshield. Eddie nodded, but kept his eyes on the road ahead of him.

“That sucks, Red, I’m sorry.” He rapped his knuckles against the steering wheel lightly, “My dad was in and out of jail most of my life. On the occasion that he was out he was a mean drunk, to me and my mom, the supposed love of his life.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “If he had really cared about her, he would have tried harder to clean up his act when she got sick. But he didn’t, and we couldn’t afford her treatments, and she died. And I hated him so much.

“And then about a year later, he dropped me off with Wayne, said he had some business to take care of in Indy, but he’d see me soon.”

Eddie scoffed sarcastically, shaking his head. “Not too long after that, Wayne gets a lovely visit from the sheriff’s department with news that his brother’s dead, killed in some sort of deal gone wrong. They said from witness statements it sounded like he was trying to to get money back from someone who owed him or something, and to top it all off, his nephew, one Eddison Munson, seemed to be missing-“

“Your name is Eddison?” Max interrupted, a mocking smirk peeking through the panic from before.

“Yes,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes, “what’s yours? Maximillian?”

“Sure.” She said, crossing her arms and settling into her seat. “I would have guessed Edward. Or maybe Edwin.”

Eddie shrugged. “Eddison was like, my mom’s grandpa’s name or something. I never met the guy, but I guess he sort of raised my mom.”

Eddie waved a hand around wildly, needing to steer the subject away from that topic quickly. “Anyway! If I may continue,” he paused to give Max an opportunity to tell him to shut up. When she didn’t, he went on, “after the situation was sorted out, and it was declared I needed a new legal guardian because I was fresh out of parents, I started living with Wayne full time.”

The school was rapidly approaching, so Eddie tried to summarize his points as quickly as possible. “Point is, I was so confused and angry for years. I wondered if he knew how dangerous what he was doing would be, and he kept me away from it to keep me safe for once in his stupid life. I wondered what life might have been like if he had gotten whatever money he went there to get and used it to make things better for us. I had a million questions and a million theories. But none of those ideas fit with the asshole I knew he was, and then I was mad at myself for even thinking that highly of him. For thinking he could change. And worst of all, I would never know the truth.”

He parked the van and shut the engine off. “It took me a long time, and a lot of serious conversations with my uncle that he had to practically drag me kicking and screaming into having, to know what to do with that anger. To work on accepting life’s unknowns.”

Max looked at him, chewing on her cheek. He hoped he wasn’t imagining it, but something in her gaze looked a little softer.

As he opened his own door, he said, “You don’t have to talk about it now, and you don’t have to talk about it to me, but you should talk someone. Eventually.”

He got out, closed the door behind him. When he noticed she was still in her seat he walked around the van and opened her door. “Ideally, you do it before it makes you do something really stupid just to feel something else besides the anger and the grief.”

He stepped aside to give her space to exit the vehicle and she slid out of the seat. He made a show of taking his time to lock up the van to give her a head-start into the school. He watched as she made her way to the doors, and was surprised when, for the first time since they had been driving together, she veered off her path to meet someone. When he realized who it was, Eddie chuckled to himself. He made his own way to the school and gave a two fingered salute to Sinclair and Henderson, who were joined by Max (and smiling so wide their cheeks had to be burning).

He made his way into the school and to his first period class, pleased to be able to check this side quest off.

Part 7

#we finally conclude the max interlude #my roommate’s review was ‘emotionally intelligent eddie jumpscare’ and he’s so real for that #brb making eddie’s backstory whatever the hell i need for my narrative #eddie munson #steve harrington #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #i almost tagged them lucas henderson and dustin sinclair #stranger things

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athenaluciscaelum · 29 days ago

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Okk so how about a dmc 3 Dante x stoic reader! Like Dante could pull cheesiest stuff and reader will just respond with a wink and Dante assuming we just don't care enough about him and back off only for him to find out that we do like his advances but just don't know how to respond to that. A comedic scenario igggg. Sorry if' it's confusing, feel free to ignore!

Note: I can relate to this personally. You might think that, writing all this, I might appear to be flirty or at least understand flirtatious cues... Nope... I still remember the artist who said my eyes were pretty at the India Art Fair, and I was like, "These are contacts." Only to later realise he was trying to flirt. And lots more instances; my love life is non-existent.

And the smut was totally necessary...trust me, I know you wanted it to be just funny. But I added a few more layers; I hope you like it. Let me know in the comments; I always appreciate them

Confidence

Pairing: DMC 3 Dante x Fem!Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 3569 words

Warning: Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Oral

!!MINOR DO NOT INTERACT!!

Dante is confident. That is one way to describe Dante. Even if he proposed to a broom when he was drunk, it was with confidence. But you made him question his confidence. Were his good looks lacking? Were his lines trashy? At least he was original...right? You appreciated originality; you laughed when he mocked his opponents, so his humour was not missed on you.

You met Dante after the Temen-Ni-Gru incident. Few of the demons who escaped the tower were able to get into adjacent cities and towns of the Capulet City. By the time Dante reached your home, you were the only survivor. You were the same age as him or a year younger; he could tell. You were slumped on the floor, trying to stop bleeding from where your mother was stabbed; you cried, "Please...help!" Dante rushed by your side and touched your mother's corpse; it was cold. He removed your hands from the wound. You screamed, "Are you mad!? She will die!?" Dante looked at you with sympathy, "She is dead...." You frowned as you thrashed him, "No! Just help me!" Dante stood up, "I am going to check for survivors...." You cursed him; you were not sane anymore; you kept shouting and crying, "She is alive! She is alive! Why won't you help me!?"

Soon firefighters, paramedics, and police arrived. Most of the area was burnt to the ground; you were sitting in the burnt porch of what used to be your house, covered in a blanket. Dante was about to leave; he didn't like to mingle with authorities. But he saw your face; he saw himself in it. The face who lost everything and every hope. He walked over to you, sitting down beside you. You spoke in a monotone, your heart heavy with our loss, "I'm sorry... you were right..."

Dante sat beside you. "Do not be... Do you have anywhere to go?" You thought and gave him a logical answer, "Home was insured...." Dante looked at you with concern, "It will be considered an act of God," You screamed at him, "It was a demon!" Dante looked at you with pain in his eyes. "That statement is more likely to land you in a psychiatric ward than get you money from an insurance company..."

You looked up at the dark sky,"I do not care... I have nothing left..." Dante nods, "Nothing except your whole life..." You looked at him as he continued, "Live...I'm sure that is what your mother would have wanted..."

It was that day, and now it's been a year. Dante helped you bury your dead family members. The funeral home was paid magically, and you found money in your account, out of nowhere.

You never questioned it; there was so much in this world that didn't make sense to you anymore. Dante let you live in Devil May Cry. No question asked, no strings attached. You were so nervous on the first night. A fear that he might want to get something in return. He didn't, but he did give you free pizza.

It was a healing journey for both of you; he had a lot of pain in his heart that a stoic person like you could take and never utter a word about. And you had someone to lean on who had gone through the same. As you two spent those lonely nights together basking in each other's pain. It gave you both desire to live. Moreover, It gave Dante a desire to live with someone; he was daring to dream. It will be nice to hold you when you let him shed each layer of vulnerability in front of you.

But do you feel the same? Dante never knew how to talk. It was not a Sparda trait to talk about your feelings. It was a Sparda trait to stab and fight your nearest living blood relative. So how? Dante could only do what he does best – mask his feelings, put on his confidence and nonchalant mask, and flirt with you. In hope that you will reciprocate and maybe will become a haven for freaks of nature like him in more than one way. Does he deserve this in his eyes? No. But he wanted to try. No! No! He must not. His greed can be the death of you.

After much contemplation, Dante decided that he could just flirt, bask in your little laughs and flustered cheeks. It will be enough. He won't be greedy. So it begins.

Dante called you babe all the time. And you never paid much heed; he called everybody babe, right? Flirting is like his second nature, or first?

You didn't mind when he complimented you as you wore a barmaid dress and were making your way to the bookshelf in the corner. Dante whistles as he looks you up and down, impressed, "Hiding all of these curves under the hoodie all this time, babe?" You shrug and speak technically, "I mean, barmaid dresses are made to accentuate curves; it is actually the bodice and structure of the garment that give the chest a lift and cinch the waist... The flare makes your hips look curvy... Do you like it?" You smiled. Dante just blinked dumbfounded, "Ummm...yeah...that's what I said." You smiled as you picked up a book, "Okay!" And left. Dante frowned, "What!?"

Or when you did a full glam makeup with a perfect cat eye, blush and red lipstick. Dante looked at you from his desk as you came down, "You are looking extra gorgeous today..." You smiled, "Ohho...it's all makeup, not my real face......" Dante opened his mouth to say something but stopped. You smiled, "Thanks!"

Dante thought to himself, 'Okay, maybe verbal flirting doesn't work.' You need something more direct; you're a visual person, that's right! So how about something a little more explicit? Dante was in the Devil May Cry office with you. He was always interested in tattoos but couldn't get one due to his healing abilities. And you promised to give him one (temporary) with jagua gel. Dante sat on his chair, and you were sitting on the desk to reach his shoulder properly and get the angle. Dante spoke, "How about like a tattoo sleeve on my shoulder?" You nodded, preparing the jagua gel cone... sealing its tip with tape to make the point more fine. You nodded while squeezing the cone a bit to check the fitness of the line, "Sure.... Let me just get a towel and sanitiser; any oil will interfere with the staining process. Just pull up your sleeves, okay?" As you walked to the kitchen, Dante took off his coat and shirt; it will give you better access to the area and a good view of his body. Maybe you might see him in a different light?

You came back with sanitiser and looked at his body. It was chiselled, perfect, built like a Greek god on a marble. But the look on your face was unreadable as you stared. Dante saw you staring and smirked internally; he thought, 'At last, babe.' You frowned, confused, "Where are your clothes at?"

Dante smirked, so you want to play coy? He smirked, "Won't this give you better access?" You spoke dismissively, "No... You can just pull up your sleeves and wear your shirt back. It's cold... I do not want you to freeze..." Dante wanted to protest that he could not freeze but decided to throw his shirt back if you were not interested...he would never make you uncomfortable. He was many things but not a creep.

So is he going to give up on you now? He looked at you. You just came back from the office, sitting on the red leather couch, taking off your heels to massage your foot lightly. You sighed and unbuttoned the top two buttons of your white shirt. You were exhausted; Dante was observing you like a hawk and thought to himself, 'Was there any thought behind those eyes?' You were smart, sure. But are you that naive? Or were you still too deep in sorrow to understand his cues? Maybe you just need time and space, or maybe you were not interested.

He won't give up so easily. You looked at Dante, "Dante?" Dante got back to reality, "Yes, doll?" You yawned, "I need to go out with my colleagues tonight." Dante frowned, "You look exhausted..." You nodded, "Yeah...but it is not social...more like a work thing..." Dante understood, "Okay...and?" You pleaded, "Please...drop me there...I'm too tired...and also maybe stay there with me. You can take me back home, if you're free. You like to drink as well." Dante agrees, "I have my bike...are you comfortable?" You nodded...

You came down wearing a little black dress; Dante's heart started to beat faster; he could feel his blood going south. It was just a black dress; he needs to get a grip. He got on his bike. Maybe a nice ride through the city with your arms wrapped around his waist will make you appreciate him in a different light? You just need to feel how good and warm he feels?

Dante can't deny he was excited, and he was never this excited for anyone. Not for romantic interest, but to be honest, he never had a problem. His face card was lethal. His excitement shattered as you held onto the grab handle in the back. You spoke, putting on your helmet, "Let's go...?" Dante spoke defeated, "Yeah...let's go..."

Every now and then, he sudden jolt to enclose the space between you two. His mind thinking he has been being flirty all this time. You pulled closer to his ears, and Dante's heart waltzed. At last you understand, but your voice came out irritated, "You're a pathetic rider, Dante..."

You climbed off his bike as you reached your destination. He was sitting alone at one side of the bar, lamenting. Now you think he is a pathetic rider. This hurts more than all those failed attempts. You were on the other side of the bar, nodding to your colleagues and drinking.

He stayed because you requested him to stay, if he can stay.

You drank too much and made your way to Dante when your colleagues left. You slung your arms on his shoulder and spoke tipsily, "Not even one attempt to flirt with me all night? Not one compliment?"

Dante sighs defeated; he swirls his whisky in his glass, "You look good, babe... I flirt all the time. But I see you do not want it... so I thought I would stop bothering you." You giggled, poking his cheek, "I love it...my pookie...you're so cute...when you're confused…" You giggled, and Dante pouts, "Do not lie..."

You sat on the table in front of his seat... it was dark there. You cup his cheeks as you slide between his legs... "I'm not lying... it's just so fun to see you try... I could barely resist flirting back..." Dante turns his face away, "Liar…" You turn his face back and press your forehead to his, combing back his hair away from his icy blue eyes. "Sitting shirtless in front of me, you were giving me a heart attack... I could barely resist... My heart was about to leap out... I had to ask you to put it back on... How am I supposed to concentrate? If I start to flirt back with you… I don't think I will be able to stop at just flirting... Are you ready for more than flirting?"

Your lips inches away from his, Dante cannot tear his eyes off your sweet lips. How badly he wanted to taste them. Dante looks into your eyes, "Who asked you to stop?" You guide his hands to rest on each of your thighs...and he starts to massage them. You moan, "I know humans die... easily... but that shouldn't hold you from loving them... I don't want you to regret it..."

Dante's mind was hazy; he kissed your lips softly, "I am broken." You cup his cheeks and kiss him back, "So am I." Dante kisses you back, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You understand his cue now and part your lips to let his tongue slide. He explores your mouth, tilting your head as he grabs a fistful of your hair to pull back gently and deepens the kiss.

Dante pulls back, and you gasp. Your hair tousled, lips swollen and cheeks flustered. He is going to paint you tonight… Your body will be his canvas.

Dante helps you stand up, but your legs are shaky. He can't keep his hands off you anymore. He picks you up, paying the tabs, and heads out to the parking lot.

Dante puts you down and quickly puts the helmet on your head, securing it. "Can't risk you." You smiled as you climbed back behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist this time. As he speeds through the city and back to Devil May Cry.

Dante picks you up and keeps kissing you as he walks through the door quickly, closing the door. He throws you over his shoulder, making his way to his desk. You giggle as he deposits you on his desk. You look at him and smile, "In a hurry?" Dante turns you and bends you on the desk while quickly shrugging off his coat and taking off his shirt.

Dante trails his finger from your neck to your spine.... making you tingle and moan. He smiles, "My little vixen...you will taste your own medicine tonight." You smile and look at the front. You hear his belt unbuckling and unzipping. Your body feels hot with anticipation.... You wiggle your ass, but Dante places a hand on your spine to hold you still, "Shhhhh...patience...doll..."

You laugh, "I'm not patient..." Dante rolls the hem of your little black dress and bunches it around your waist. He squeezes your ass in lacy black panties; he was literally drooling as he felt the wet spot; it was drenched, fuck! All for him? He gets on his knee and buries his nose in your clothed cunt to inhale while spreading your cheeks; his sharp nose pokes your already sensitive flesh, making you moan and wiggle your ass. But he holds your ass firm. He places open-mouth kisses on the clothed cunt and sucks on it, making you whimper... "Dante..." Dante smirks. "Yeah, doll... I'm just making sure you understand what I want..."

Your mind was fuzzy, and as you look back, you beg, "Dante...I want this..." Dante acts innocent, like his face is not buried between your ass cheeks: "Want what, babe?" You cry, "Want you to fuck me .... " Dante chuckles, "Now I can't deny my favourite girl."

Dante gets up on his feet... He unzips your dress and peels it off... You were wearing the matching bra... He unhooks your bra strap, the dreaded red lines... must be so painful... He rubs it soothingly, and you hum. He smiles, "It feels good?" You smile, "That feels good..."

Dante hums, "You can totally not wear them around me... Look how they marked your pretty skin...." You laugh... "Absolutely not... I might think..." Dante helps you take it off. His one hand is still on your hip to hold you in place.

Dante leaned to kiss and bite your neck, shoulder, back, and trailing from your spine to your ass. It was a slow torture. You tried to rub your ass against his crotch. It felt so heavy; you were sure he was big...but he kept you firm in place. He littered your back with little bite marks. Licking and kissing the red marks left by your bra a bit extra. He stands back up, slipping your panties off till your knees. He holds both your wrists back with one hand, while the other gives a few light smacks on your ass, making you yelp and shiver in pleasure. Dante looks at you and speaks, his breath hot against your ear. "Safe Word?" You blinked and thought, "Ummm....Strawberry…"

Dante chuckles as he lands another hard smack on your red and hot ass cheek. You cry in pleasure, "Feels good, baby..." Dante pulls on your wrists to arch your beautiful body...his free hand slides in front to squeeze your tits...he groans, "God...they are perfect...." His hand slides from your soft stomach to cup your pussy, giving a gentle push to squeeze your ass against his clothes' crotch. He moans in your ear, "So sexy..."

You turn your head, and he captures your lips. As his middle finger rubs your pussy and his crotch grinds against you.

Dante turns you around and makes you sit on the table. You look up at him with lustful eyes... You look at his clothes bulge; they looked so heavy and big... You cupped it, and he hissed, your hand moving slowly to stroke him, "May I?" You asked him softly. He nodded, "Go on, babe...FYI...I'm a little big." You nodded and thought, 'Sure, how big can it be?' As you pulled down his boxers to take his cock out, a bit of fear settled in you...he was big...quite a lot... Dante could read your face; he spoke reassuringly, "It will fit..." You doubted, "Ummmm......"

Dante sighed, "We can stop if you want....." You shook your head, "No!" Dante laughed; he was flustered, and so were you. "Never thought you could be so responsive." You just give him soft strokes in response.

Dante cupped your face, kissing the crook of your neck, curve, and shoulder, coming down to your chest, starting to bite gently and create a trail to your nipple. You moaned as he took your nipple between his teeth and sucked on it gently. You cursed, "Hell… you're so good... Dante..." Your hand kept stroking him, and he hummed in agreement. He trailed his kisses and bites to your other tit and then your stomach... swiping his tongue down to suck on your puffy clit. Your hand on his cock slides off as he dips to spread your holds and lick your clit flat. The tip of his tongue playing with your nub, your legs squeezed around his head, your finger in his soft white hair. You cry as he sucked hard on your clit, "Dante.....umm...just fuck me already..." He smirked, "I just want to make it clear what I want, baby; I know you don't take on cues well." You were frustrated, as your grip on his hair tightened, pushing his head further in your pussy. His sharp nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue fucked your cunt, your legs started to shake. Dante spread them on the table. You beg, "Dante! I'm going to cum!" Dante's chin was already covered with your juices, "Sweet baby....." You looked down at him; he looked so handsome, your hair sticking to your forehead, and you were panting.

Dante stood up. He looked down at you with a smile, leaning down to kiss your lips. "You are sweet..." You cup his face, "Ummm ....Dante....." Your ankles reached either side of his neck, and he held your legs firm. Dante pulled back his face. "Let me know if you're uncomfortable, okay?" You nodded. As he guided his tip to your entrance, he was thick, heavy and long. You squeezed your eyes shut, and he pushed in. It was a stretch; Dante kept caressing your face. He hung his head, his hair framing his handsome face and icy blue eyes. He was like an art, his face contoured in pleasure, brow frowning, a bead forming on his forehead, lips agape. You were mesmerised... He groaned and pushed in inch by inch, "You're so perfect, y/n."

You took your time as he pushed himself all the way in, he stayed there for few second for you to adjust. He clenched his teeth and pants. You moan, "Dante...move...please..."

Dante started to move slowly at first, hitting all the right spots, making you scream his name, and cum, "Dante! Right! Feels so good, going to cum!" Dante increases his pace as he holds legs with a bruising grip. As you came around his cock, it only fuelled him to hit that sweet spot again and again.

You were overstimulated and talking slurred, "Dante....no more....." Dante brought your legs down to let them wrap around his waist and leads down to pepper your face with soft kisses. "Just one more, babe?"

You nodded, your head lulled to the side...he didn't stop. He kept thrusting, pulling all the way out and ramming all the way in, skin slapping skin. He feels his balls tighten and rubs your clit with his thumb to come together. "Do it for me, babe?" You nod hazily and come around him, and he spurts his load in you.. Your legs fall limp, and Dante rests both his hands on the desk on either side of your body...to catch his breath, his head hanging low. You look so pretty, all flustered and blissed out, with his cum dripping out of your cunt and glistening on your inner thighs. He feels hard again. But he can see you need to rest... your eyes were barely open. He leans down to lick you clean.

You push his head away, "No more..." He smiles, "Fine..." Dante wraps you in his coat and carries you upstairs to let you rest in his bed.

JACKPOT!!!

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