#beep beep liz

[metis-the-lizard-king]

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The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

[metis-the-lizard-king]

i want to like change my profile pic and the header and my bio and do a fixed post but i'm soooo lazy, please send purple hearts for my sake

[catilinas]

10pm tuesday chamomileteapilled sleepmaxxing goodnight world

[thegeminisage]

girl help i almost couldn't get my mom to stop laughing long enough to take this video

[vigilvntes]

i just KNOW adrian chase would love charli xcx

[beepbeepdespair]

had another very strange dream last night. i was sitting at a very wide arcade machine in an empty warehouse, like those big rabbids ones you get, with an older woman i dont know who she was. the game i was playing had pixel graphics but also live action cutscene things and in it, for some reason, i took the role of god and was guiding the souls of dead children to the afterlife while also trying to persuade them to visit heaven's restaurant?????

the only individual story i remember was this girl called liz, she had black bobbed hair and was mad on animals. at one point she was talking about her older brother's plan to do a five year long music course and i think the purpose of this next statement was suggesting that he couldnt commit for that long?? anyway i remember her holding a water pistol saying "five years is how long toddlers have a GHETTO" and in the dream i was like DAMN BURNED and now im awake im like what the fuck does that even mean

anyway yeah liz had a horrific phobia of blood its important to note that. so yeah in this cutscene she was helping out in an animal hospital thing i think? idk i just remember a magpie with an IV which i dont think they even do but whatever. yeah and then this vet was talking to her and she was feeding this animal with something that was made out of glass and somehow it broke and cut her quite badly and there was like a moment of silence and then she just screamed and there was like an explosion of blood across the room which i guess was like a metaphor for her mental state shattering or something

and then she ended up in this mental hospital and somehow got hold of a piece of glass and i think she said something along the lines of "guess ill have to face blood one last time" and then slit her wrists with it and died so um. jesus. but yeah then it was my turn and i had to sort of guide her to this portal to the afterlife which was somewhere else in the hospital while also apologising for not doing various things for her as god, giving her advice and subtly trying to suggest that she might be hungry because of the restaurant part i mentioned earlier lmao. it like recorded your voice so you had to speak out loud while also moving her around each turn which was difficult to do at once. you could get like prewritten advice kind of like a hint but they had other peoples names in them so you might accidentally say the wrong name which upset the kids cos its like you werent paying attention to them

anyway yeah eventually i got liz to this portal and she said she was gonna go to the restaurant so i guess i did well. the old woman who was supposed to be teaching me how to play the game did jack shit so im taking sole credit for that win lmao

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Soooo a reply in the most recent Oil Is Thicker Than Blood release (by @dronebiscuitbat ) gave me an idea! And threw my impulse control out of my window!

BE WARNED: this contains a more than implied spicy Nuzi scene, which is canon in the universe of Oil Is Thicker Than Blood. I also tried my best to finish this so be also warned for potentially sucky writing lmao

Edit: I FOUND THE GUY THAT INSPIRED THIS SHIT IT'S @/makiyu23 THANK YOU DUDE THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN I WOULDN'T HAVE MADE THIS WITHOUT YOU

[EAVESDROPPING]

That red eyed freak... She's gonna pay.

Crawling in the vents. She always loved crawling around, whether it's the roof, the walls, or the ventilation systems, it always felt so good and satisfying.

This time didn't feel good the usual way now. It felt good like a revenge. Fitting.

While she's doing that, she found a few trinkets along the way! Neat! Things to look at instead of her glasses! She always disliked looking at her own glasses out of boredom, it brings memories she doesn't have consent for... Y'know what else she didn't consent to?

...

Let's not joke about that time, V...

...

Anyway! Back to searching through the vents! And sending those updates on the red thing stuff too!

"robo-god i fucking love crawling it's satisfying like-..." She stops for a moment... Then sighs... "Let's not ramble about these things alone V, you'll seem crazier than you already are..."

After long minutes of crawling around in the vents and sending updates on the search, she started to hear something...

Talking?

There's people talking...

There's people talking.

"Look, i'm just sayin', we can't have these Murder Drones in 'ere at all, ya know their body count? As someone who like- counts the deaths and missing drone cases, i say they're up to like- the THOUSANDS!"

"You know Khan's orders and announcement, they're living with us now, end of. We cannot keep having this conversation, Sean..."

"Susan please just- just understand what i'm trying to say here!"

"We can't keep up a relationship if all you're gonna ramble about is the Murder Drones wanting to make amends."

A Worker with an irish accent... Rambling to another, 50% masculine 50% feminine and 100% tired sounding, about the fact that she and N are living in the bunker with them and how he's against it. Of course. If she could drop down right then and there... She would. But she can't, she made a promise... Stupid promise but hey, she cares about that idiot.

...

Stupid feelings, stupid concept of caring, stupid core, now she feels all mushy and gross...

Ughh, get back to work you trauma bag!

Beep. Update sent. And as she crawls around the vents, a message for Lizzy. Heehee Lizzy she cute- SHUT UP BRAIN.

SD-V: yo liz i caught two people talking while i crawled in the vents, wanna hear?

A few seconds later...

Lizthequeen: OMG yes!!! drop the gossip gurl!!!

SD-V: so theres these two workers talkin shit about me and n for obvious reasons and apparantly these two workers are also a dumb lovey dovey couple

Lizthequeen: oh shiz you talking about sean and susan??? oh theyre having constant problems with their relationship i heard!!

SD-V: thats what im saying. theyre in constant problems with their relationship yeah

Lizthequeen: they are fr?? daaayyuummm gurl...... are they breaking up now???

V stopped to look back and crawl a little backwards to hear...

"... Susan- Susan please don't do this to me-"

"No no no no you know what? You know what? We're done here, all you ramble about is your racism, fuck you and fuck off"

"Susan please!"

Then a slam... Then a sigh...

"... WELL GOOD RIDDANCE I FUCKING GUESS!"

She began crawling forward again... God damn.

SD-V: yup

Lizthequeen: RN????? HOLY SHIT?????

SD-V: yup

Lizthequeen: they finally broke up........ thank you for sharing the info bestie i owe u so much

SD-V: yeah you owe me a good hanging out

What the FUCK. WHY DID YOU SEND THAT WHY DID YOU SAY THAT

V immediately stopped messaging in flustered frustration, yellow filling her visor and embarrassment filling her... Everything. Fuck's sake.

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Lizthequeen: what do u mean by that ;3c

SD-V: nothing shut up buzz off im busy anyway BYE

Then to the right goes the program...

...

...

...

That was stupid.

...

...

Okay that's processed.

As she crawled by, she began to hear more chatter... Right, people exist.

"Guy imma need to talk to ya"

"Oh no. My name in b flat. I'm in trouble"

"More like i wanna discuss something with you regarding the whole Khan's daughter and N thing..."

"... Am i in trouble?"

"Stop saying you're in trouble, i just wanna talk"

PFFFFT

"“Stop saying you're in trouble” yeah shut up before you get in trouble hehehehehe-"

"What the HELL was that?!"

V squeaked in surprise, then yelled back, attempting to threaten the two into submission.

"YOU BETTER NOT TRY ME OR I WILL DROP DOWN AND RIP YOU TO SHREDS YOU TOASTERS!!"

...

...

"Okay, no need to yell lass, we would've listened anyway"

"Yeah what Han said"

V sighed in relief and kept crawling and sending updates. Situation avoided.

...

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Crawling by crawling by, crawling by for the sake of your life~

This is getting really boring, i fucking hate this now i wanna go home~

She sang as she crawled in the vents, sending updates every few as she found new things and new gossip, making herself laugh a little as she crawled... She needed those laughs and those moments. She needed a break from the tension and the fear. The dread. That red eyed freak...

...

That red eyed freak.

...

"You want me to lead?" She heard, faintly, as she crawled about...

What in the god damn?? Uzi??

"Lay down then"

What????????

She crawled forward and stopped to hear the possible new gossip...

...

What the fuck are they doing down there.

"Relax, okay?"

"O-okay..."

Uzi?? N?? What are they...

...

Oh they can't be.

"I-i'm not t-that insteresting"

"You're gorgeous, actually"

"Shouldn't i be saying that to y-you?"

Nuh uh they're not i don't believe... N would be a bottom though.

A little more of hearing from inside the vents, it becomes clearer as every second passes. She can't move.

She jerks a leg forward, yet it's stiff. She can't move.

She tries the same with one arm, it's stiff too. She can't move.

She tries to at least launch herself forward, but her whole body is stiff. She can't move.

She sighs... I can't move... I can't stop hearing...

"Ngh... Uzi..."

JUST MOVE LET THEM BE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOV

She jerks an arm, trying to continue crawling.

Again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

FINALLY.

She manages to continue crawling by...

After ceaseless crawling, ending up finding nothing, and having heard quite the event... You think she'll have a word or two for them about it?

She's laid down across the ground, alone in her nest in the spire, seemingly dissociating after the events that transpired...

"Well... Damn." Her last words said in surprise.

...

...

...

...

...

We never got to go far in our relationship.

She swapped her hand up with the submachine gun and aimlessly let loose a barrage of bullets, drowning her thoughts in noise. Drowning her sorrows in noise.

Heavy breathing, panting.

...

"Let's not think of that, V..."

[oizysian]

Mine | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, fingering, strap use, oral, dubcon (if you squint), slight breeding.

Word count: 3k+

AN: This is just smut, I hope you all enjoy it!

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“You’re going to be mommy’s good girl aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Her fingers trailed up my thigh as she drove and my breath hitched.

“You’re going to do everything mommy says tonight, right? You’ll be my good little cumslut, won’t you?”

“L-Lizzie …” I stuttered softly, the wetness building up between my legs the proof of what her words were doing to me.

“You’re going to take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours -”

“Liz -”

“And I’m going to touch your needy pussy until I’m satisfied.”

I let out a moan then, not fighting against her fingers as they just barely grazed along my soaked panties.

“I’m gonna fuck you all night long. Until you’re begging me to stop because you’re so sensitive. Why? Because you were a brat tonight. Teasing me like you did.”

“I-I’m sorry, mommy.”

“Oh, it’s too late for that, dove. You need to be punished.”

“Please,” I uttered softly, her nails digging into the inside of my thigh. “Mommy, please.”

“Don’t beg now, sweetheart, we’re going at my pace. We’re doing what I want.”

She pulled into the garage and shut the car, turning to me and taking my face in her hand.

“And I want to do you. And I will do you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mommy.” I whispered softly, not wanting to antagonize her further.

“Such an obedient girl.” She gave me a quick kiss before releasing me, unbuckling her belt and getting out of the car.

I stayed sitting for a moment, waiting to catch my breath and to maybe stop the aching between my thighs for a moment. She grew impatient and opened the car door for me, waiting for me to follow her out. I licked my dry lips and undid my belt, slowly and shakily getting out of the car.

She closed the door once I was out and the beeping of the car alarm was all that could be heard in the silence of the garage. I followed her silently into the house, not knowing what she would do or when she would do it. The anticipation and excitement was almost too much, and I nearly burst as I continued to follow her steps.

She led me into the bedroom and stood in front of me, just waiting.

“Undress me.” She finally spoke and I walked over to her, unbuttoning her dress shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of her pants and pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall in a heap behind her. I took a moment to admire her full, perky breasts, free of the confines of her shirt.

Her eyes never left my face as I worked on the button of her dress pants, pulling at the zipper to work it down. I pulled her pants down, coming face to face with her covered sex as I helped her out of them.

I breathed heavily, staying on my knees before her, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down so she could step out of them. I carefully placed her panties with her pants and looked up at her, her eyes staring into my own.

“You wanna make mommy happy?” She asked softly and I nodded. “You wanna make mommy cum?” I nodded again and she smiled.

She ran her fingers through my hair and I nearly purred at the feeling of her nails scratching my head ever so gently. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought my face to her pussy, the musky smell of her driving me absolutely insane.

“Lick my pussy, babygirl.”

Without a second thought, I stuck out my tongue and licked her slit, my tongue slipping between her slick folds and dipping into her heat. She let out a low moan as I sucked on her clit, fucking her slowly with my tongue.

“Don’t tease.” She demanded, pulling on my hair.

“Yes, mommy.” I spoke into her pussy as I continued to lap at her wetness, my chin completely covered in her slick.

I flattened my tongue against her, letting her use my face how she pleased. She gripped my hair tighter and rode my tongue, her hips jerking and twitching ever so slightly due to her upcoming orgasm.

“Yeah, just like that. That’s my good girl.”

My legs shook with desire as she egged me on, my hands finally raising to grip at her thighs as I ate her out. My nails dug into her skin as she humped me harder, faster, and I knew she was close by the guttural sounds she was making.

She chanted my name softly as her orgasm overtook her, her legs shaking under my hands as she came all over my face.

She released my hair, petting my head as she let out a long, content sigh. I looked up at her and admired her beautifully flushed face, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth in ecstacy.

“Such a good girl for mommy.” She cooed softly, running her fingers through my hair.

I smiled up at her and she nodded towards the bed.

“Take off your clothes. I want to play with my pretty girl now.”

I stood up from my place on the floor and began to strip, her eyes following my hands as I undressed myself. She looked so hungry staring at me, I thought she would pounce me right then and there before I even got naked.

“On the bed.” She breathed, her chest heaving with excitement.

I obeyed, laying down on my back, my head against the pillows. She climbed onto the bed next to me, her hand gliding up my side teasingly as she admired me.

“Do you think you can last all night, love?”

I looked down at her hand, then up at her face and shook my head.

“No?” She took my left nipple between her fingers and twisted it gently. “I think you can.”

I swallowed roughly, my legs squeezing together to ease the ache, my sticky slick dripping down my thighs. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to handle what Lizzie was going to dish out.

“I know you can. I know you’ll let me play with you all night because you’re my sweet girl. You’ll be good for mommy, won’t you?”

I hesitated a moment, but nodded and she smiled down at me, her hand trailing down from my breast to settle between my legs, parting them gently so she could cup my sex.

“This is all mine, pretty girl. This pussy is mine.” She let her fingers trail along my soaked folds, barely brushing against my throbbing clit. “Say it.”

“It’s yours.”

“What is?”

“My pussy is yours. All yours, mommy.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. This pretty pussy is mine.”

She gave my mound a slap and my hips jerked upward, a hiss slipping past my lips. She smirked at me, pressing her fingers into my cunt, drawing a low moan out of me.

“Yes, let me hear you. Let me hear all those pretty sounds.”

“M-mommy,” I whimpered softly, her fingers pumping in and out of me slowly. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please.” I raised my hips towards her and let out a pathetic whine.

“I need words, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me, mommy.”

“Oh, you want me to fuck you?” She curled her fingers upward and I mewled softly. “I said I just wanted to play with you. I want to touch every inch of you. I want you to beg me for it.”

She pulled her fingers out of my wetness and brought them up to her face, making a show of sucking them as I lay beside her, shaking from desire.

“And when you’ve begged me enough, I’ll let you cum.”

“No, mommy.” I whined. “I wanna cum.”

She pressed a kiss to my lips, smiling as she did so.

“You’ll cum when I say you can cum.”

I whined again, pouting up at her, but she ignored me, sliding down the length of my body and stopping at my pussy.

“So pretty.” She said to herself, parting my lips and admiring my sex.

“Mommy …” I wriggled, embarrassed by the intensity of her gaze.

“Shh, be a good girl for mommy and stay still.”

I did my best to obey her, the urge to close my legs was strong as she continued to admire my glistening wetness. I felt her fingers touching me, exploring as if she had never touched me before.

My pussy twitched as she caressed me, my walls closing around nothing, hungry for her. I could feel my cheeks burning as she lazily drew circles along my clit.

“You’re so wet for me.” She spoke, almost in awe. “So fucking wet.”

I draped my arm over my eyes, embarrassment finally taking over. I could feel my nipples harden, my pussy throbbed, and she wouldn’t even let me cum.

I let out a strangled whimper, a needy, desperate sound, and she giggled, bringing her head down and giving my pussy wet, noisy, open mouthed kisses. My hips writhed beneath her and she used her free hand to grab me, stilling me the best she could as she licked and sucked at my cunt.

“Ahh, mommy, I can’t …”

She hummed against me and I moaned lowly, gritting my teeth as I reached my hand down to grab a fistful of her hair. I played with the silky strands to attempt to distract myself from the pleasure she was bringing me, but it was no use and I could feel the orgasm building up in my belly.

It was obvious that she could tell and that she was purposely edging me until I was about to burst.

I gripped her hair tighter as the coil within me tightened and I swallowed roughly, trying to regain some form of clarity while she nearly made me go blind from sheer pleasure.

Once my pussy started pulsating, the throbbing intensifying tenfold, she pulled away from me, my hand falling slack against my abdomen as she raised herself up to look at me.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart, but mommy’s not done with you yet.”

“Please.” I cried, turning my head from her, my eyes still covered.

“Look at me when you beg.”

I removed my arm from my face and looked down at her, my eyes glistening with frustrated, unshed tears.

“Please, mommy.” I said quietly. “Let me cum.”

She smiled at me and shook her head, looking down at the mess between my legs and giving my sensitive cunt another light slap.

I moaned, my legs snapping shut, trapping her hand between them, and rolled over onto my side, my body twitching from not being able to cum.

“Let me see that pussy, pretty baby. Open those legs.”

“No.” I trembled, the denial of my upcoming orgasm bringing out the brat in me.

“No?” She pressed her hand against my slit and I groaned. “How do you intend on cumming like this?”

I laid still for a moment before rolling my hips against her hand, the small pressure just barely enough to start getting me off again.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” She smacked my ass with her free hand and my grip on her wrist loosened, allowing her to free herself. “You’re not cumming until I say you do.”

She slid off the edge of the bed and walked over to the dresser where we kept our toys. She dug around for a moment before retrieving a deliciously long and girthy cock. One she usually saved for when I was being particularly bratty. She slipped the harness on, securing it around her hips and walked back to the bed, stroking it as she stood by the edge.

“Come here.”

Shakily, I crawled over to her, discreetly rubbing my legs together to get some sort of friction. She gave me a look that told me to stop and I did, not wanting to be edged all night instead of just a few hours.

She ran her thumb over my lower lip and I instinctively opened my mouth for her, something she clearly enjoyed from the smile on her face.

She took the cock and brought it to my lips and I stuck out my tongue, swirling it over the tip.

“Such a good girl - she knows what to do with mommy’s cock.”

I brought the tip into my mouth with my tongue, sucking on it as I looked up at her, making sure I was doing a good job. She had her bottom lip between her teeth and her hand was tangled in my hair, her nails scraping over my scalp gently as I inched the cock into my mouth.

She moaned as I took it to the hilt, the length of it hitting the back of my throat, threatening to make me gag. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply through my nose, trying to relax my throat enough to take it without gagging.

I could hear her praising me, but I couldn’t understand the words she was saying as I was so focused on taking her cock and taking it well.

I could tell from the lewd sounds she was making that she enjoyed face fucking me, maybe even to the point of cumming herself by the action. She took a fistful of my hair and pulled me down onto the cock, her hips meeting my face with powerful thrusts.

I pressed my hands into her thighs, holding onto her as she fucked my face, tears building up in my eyes as she nearly went down my throat.

“Oh fuck yes, Y/N, take mommy’s cock. You’re such a good girl.”

Her free hand reached down and squeezed the base of the cock, cum spurting into my mouth and down my throat as she came. I choked then, gagging on her and the cum. She let go of my hair and I pulled off of the dildo, swallowing as I caught my breath.

I wiped off my lips with the back of my hand, looking up at her with big doe eyes, waiting for her to acknowledge me again.

“You’re perfect.” She leaned down and brushed her lips against mine and my eyes fell closed in happiness. I had done good.

She continued to kiss me, pushing me back onto the bed. I crawled backwards, our lips never parting as we melded together, the cock pressing into my thigh as she laid me down.

She parted my legs with one of hers, grabbing the dildo and bringing it to my entrance and slapping it against my slit, the sound loud in the silence of the room.

She ground her hips down against mine, the dick getting wet with my juices as she humped me.

“You ready, pretty girl?” She said as she positioned herself and the cock so that she could slip right inside me once I said the word.

“Yes, mommy, please fuck me. I’ve been a good girl, please.”

“Yes, you have.” She said as she pressed it into me. “You deserve to get fucked. But, do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes! Yes, mommy, I was so good! I did good!” I babbled mindlessly, grabbing hold of her arms to steady myself.

She hummed softly, considering my words as she rocked her hips against mine, my pussy taking her cock bit by tantalizing bit. It almost hurt as I took her in; I was so sensitive even a slight brush against my clit sent my hips jerking towards her.

Finally bottoming out, she rested her forehead against mine, panting softly as she started moving inside me, pumping in and out of me slowly.

I let out a soft whimper, my legs wrapping around her waist and pulling her into me, burying her even deeper inside me than before.

“Oh, fuck, mommy!” I cried out, my hips raising towards her as our bodies crashed together.

She nuzzled her face against the crook of my neck, her lips pressing hot, chaste kisses along my throat as she pounded into me. I could already feel the bruises forming all along my neck from her lips and teeth, and I couldn’t lie; being claimed by her and her leaving marks all over me was extremely fucking hot.

She reached down between us and played with my clit, rubbing it in taut circles, pressing her weight into me.

White hot pleasure shot through me as I came, my body trembling and twitching beneath her.

She moved her hand from my clit to the cock and squeezed it once more, emptying the remains of its cum into my aching heat. I could feel it coating my walls and I nearly came again from the feel of her cumming inside of me. Some days, I wanted nothing more than for her to get me pregnant.

“One more, baby. Give me one more.” She said as she returned her hand to my clit, mixing my cum with the lube from the cock and rubbing it fiercely.

“No, mommy, I can’t.” I said dumbly, still coming down from my high. “It hurts.”

“Just one more, sweet girl. Make a mess all over my cock. One more.” She cooed and I couldn’t resist.

I let go and came against her, soaking her and the bed with my slick. She continued to assault my clit with her strong fingers and I could feel my body tensing once more with impending orgasm.

I grabbed her wrist and whined, my breasts bouncing as she continued to fuck me through my intense climax.

“Mo - mmy.” I whined before screaming her name, the most powerful orgasm of my life ripping through my body.

She had made me orgasm three times, coated my insides with her sticky cum, and marked me as her own. I was beyond satisfied.

I lay beneath her, completely spent, and she just kept going, her lips peppering soft kisses to my cheeks and lips, her hips bucking ever so slightly into my own.

“No more, mommy.” I mumbled, my eyes falling shut at the multiple sensations.

“Mm, I can’t get enough of you, pretty girl. I need more.” She said as she kissed me.

“Wait,” I murmured softly as she pulled out of me, trailing kisses down my clavicle and to my breasts where she took a nipple in her mouth, biting down on the hard nub gently. “Mommy.”

“Hm?” She hummed, her lips wrapping around my nipple and sucking it roughly.

“Ahh,” I moaned, my pussy twitching again. “I can’t do more.”

“You can do one more.” She kissed down my belly, and I wriggled beneath her. “And then I have to clean you up.”

She grabbed both my thighs and parted them, resting between them as she leaned down and licked at my puffy pussy. I mewled as her tongue lapped at me, her moans making me ache even more.

She held my legs down and wrapped her lips around my clit, my whole body jerking at the feel of her mouth on me. I cried out pathetically, words failing me as I gripped at the bedsheets, looking for something to get my mind off the delicious pleasure between my legs.

She continued to lick at my slit, teasing me with featherlike touches instead of just fucking me. She wanted me to beg.

“Please! Please, mommy, let me cum again, please!”

“My needy baby.” She murmured against me and I practically purred in response. “I’ll take care of you.”

My hips raised off the bed and I threw my head back as she flattened her tongue against me, letting me fuck myself on her strong muscle.

Not a sound came out of my mouth as I came against her face. She sucked on my clit as I came down from my high, then began licking all of the cum off of my pussy and thighs. I jerked away from her tongue and she shushed me, continuing to kiss and lick every inch of me that I got messy.

“I love when you cum hard for me like this.” She whispered against the skin of my inner thigh and I let out a breathy sigh at the feel. I couldn’t cum again. “You make such a mess.”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Other Half Part Eighteen

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Warnings: Angst and fluff

It’s a way to get his attention. You’re not even sure that it’ll work. So far, nothing else has. 

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You’d tried reminding Bruce that you need to talk, like he said you would. You still have things that you need to hash out, questions that you want answered. But something always seems to come up: Commissioner Gordon calls you in to ask additional questions; Bruce spends his nights out thwarting muggings, robberies, and his days sleeping, or tracking down the boss of those thugs that kidnapped you. 

Your opposite schedules have never seemed so stark to you before. With so much that you want to talk about and so little time to do it, you can’t even justify asking him to sit with you for five minutes—because everything that you want to talk about with him is going to take so much longer, and you both know it. 

--

He’d been on his way out when you’d mentioned needing to grab something to bring to Liz’s party that night.

“Something like what?” Bruce asked, hardly looking up from the papers that Alfred had handed him. You’d bitten the inside of your cheek, trying to quell your annoyance. 

“I don’t know…Flowers, wine…A succulent? Something?” 

“Sounds good.” 

“...Bruce,” You leaned into it, your irritation getting the better of you. It was only worse when he dropped the papers onto the kitchen counter to reach into his pocket. You watched him fish out his wallet out and leaf through it. You’d expected him to pass over some cash. 

He’d put his black AmEx on the counter. 

Before you had a chance to question his actions, he was taking the papers up again and rounded the counter. He’d murmured, “Love you,” And pressed a speedy kiss to your cheek before he’d gone on his way. 

You’d stared down at the card, the feeling of dissatisfaction growing heavy in your stomach as you mumbled, "Love you, too," To an empty room.

-- 

You’d started with the gift for Liz and passed Bruce’s card over almost hesitantly. You expected questions, a request for ID, but—nothing. The shop attendant swiped it, smiled, and told you that the flowers would be ready to pick up at 8. 

You’d been on your way out of the shop when you’d gotten a text from Bruce: 

$350 for flowers? 

Sounds a little small for Liz

Your brows had jumped up, lips twisting in irritation. That had certainly gotten his attention. 

-- 

You’re sure that this is going to get his attention, too. Your stomach squirms as the shop attendant rings up item after item after item after item after item—

“Holy shit, girlie,” Michelle breathes beside you, practically hanging over the counter to watch the items’ cost tally up. Always up to be your partner in depravity, it hadn't taken much to convince Michelle to go on this little shopping spree with you. You don’t dare look at her, or, the cost; you’re certain that her eyes are about as wide as dinner plates. You’re just listening to the incessant beep of the barcode scanner and the tap of computer keys are you wring your hands. It’s too early for the remorse to set in, you think. You haven’t really done any damage yet…Hell, you can still tell the shop attendant that you've changed your mind—

“That’ll be $24,395.22.” 

The attendant’s voice is chipper and bright, rattling the total off as if the store does numbers like that every damn day. Hell, maybe they do. Specie is one of the most expensive shops in Gotham, the likes of which you’d never thought you’d ever be able to go to. You’d expected to be followed around like criminals, but maybe the shop attendant recognized you from the tabloids. She’d kept her distance as you and Michelle perused the shelves.

And now, as you pass Bruce’s card over to her, her eyes widen slightly at the name of the piece of plastic. You clear your throat when she doesn’t swipe it right away, and her cheeks go pink as you raise your brows. She tucks it into the card reader it wordlessly, and the three of you wait with baited breath as the machine does its work. She finally pulls it back with a bright smile, holding it out to you. 

“Will you be needing help getting it to your car?” 

“Uh…” You glance toward the sea of bags, nodding. “Yeah, I think we will.” 

Alfred’s eyes widen marginally as he rounds the back door to the trunk, opening it for the shop attendants to load your purchases inside. You tuck your hands in your pockets, fingers grasping the phone. You wait for the buzz of a text, but you feel nothing. Alfred nods to the attendants as they head back inside, closing the trunk. 

“Will we be making any more stops?” He glances between you and Michelle with a small, conspiratorial smile. Michelle’s lips curl into an almost devious smile. 

“Well, I don’t know,” She turns to look at you. “Do you have anything to wear tonight?” 

You do, you actually already have an outfit picked out. But you wait a few more moments, and when you don’t feel your phone buzz still, you shake your head. 

“You know what, no,” You shift your gaze from Michelle’s to Alfred’s. “I don’t think I do.” 

-- 

“Could you excuse us?” 

Your heart drops into your stomach as you hear Bruce’s voice, and feel him take hold of your hand. You'd arrived at the party alone, and you've been on-edge, waiting for Bruce to walk through the door. Now, it seems that he's slipped in quietly, and it feels like you haven't had time to brace yourself. Liz smiles, winking at you and warning, “If you’re gonna fuck in the bathroom again, be quick about it. Dinner will be ready soon.” 

You let Bruce lead you away from the conversation, steering you through the party. You can only get a look at the back of his head; he doesn’t turn to look at you, or to tell you where you’re going. He finally pulls you into a room, shutting the door behind the two of you. You glance around, taking in the small study as Bruce flips the light on. You fold your arms across your chest, forcing a stern expression. You’re ready for him to be mad, to ask you what the hell you were thinking, but…

But when Bruce turns around, he’s…Smiling. You can’t help but frown deeply. He looks happy? How dare he look so happy when you’ve felt so miserable all day. 

“...What’s that face for?” You ask. 

“You had a busy afternoon.” 

“I…Got a few things.” 

“You spent nearly $50,000 in three hours,” He chuckles. 

“And you’re not mad about it?” Your brow furrows. “You, like, hated how much I spent on the flowers for Liz.” 

“...Hated it?” Bruce shakes his head. “I was kidding.” 

Your mouth forms a small confused o as you glance away. 

“...I guess I read the tone of your text wrong.” 

“So you went on a spending spree?” 

You sigh, turning away from Bruce and walking more deeply into the study. 

“You weren’t responding to anything else,” You grumble, leaning back against the desk and looking down at your shoes (your new shoes—they’re a little tight, but they match your new dress). 

“What do you mean?” 

“We’ve needed to talk for weeks and we haven’t. I spent that money on the flowers and you answered, like, immediately.” 

It’s a moment before you hear Bruce come closer. His shoes come into view after a few moments, and he reaches out, sliding his hands over your hips. 

“I know I said that we’d talk, but…” 

But. But didn’t sound good. 

“I didn’t make the time for it. That’s not fair to you.” Bruce gave your hips and gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry.” 

You look up at him finally, relieved to find genuine remorse riddling his features. You raise a hand, cupping his cheek. 

“Can we talk tonight?” You implore. “Please?” 

Bruce nods, giving your hips a gentle squeeze. “Yes.” 

“You promise?” 

“I promise.” 

“Okay,” You smile, relieved. “Thank you.” 

Bruce leans in, kissing you warmly. You hum, sliding your hands up and over his shoulders, giggling as Bruce crowds closer. 

“Bruce,” You warn softly as he eases you back onto the desk, hips pressing against yours. “Liz said dinner would be ready soon.” 

“I’ll be fast.” 

“Well that’s just what every girl wants to hear.” 

-- 

“Most of this seems…Oddly practical,” Bruce admits, looking around at the purchases that Alfred has taken out of the bags and laid out in one of the mansion’s sitting rooms. “I’m not sure if I’m more impressed or disappointed.” 

“Well what did you expect me to do? Just point at the most expensive, random shit and say, ‘that one’?” 

“Hell, that’s what I would’ve done.” 

You snort, scrubbing your hand over your face. 

“I’ll sort through what’s yours and what’s mine later.” 

“You got things for me?” Bruce’s brows raise. 

“Of course I did. You, and Alfred…A couple of things for Michelle and the apartment.” 

“...Let’s start there,” Bruce rounds to sit on the couch beside you. You raise your brows as he grasps your legs, drawing them up into his lap. You smile as he undoes the strap on one of your shoes, the then other. You wiggle your toes, flexing and pointing them as you lean back against the arm of the couch. 

“Start with my shoes?” You tease.

“Start with you moving in.” 

Your stomach flips, and you have to bite back a smile. 

“Okay,” You agree, nodding. “What about me moving in?” 

“You essentially have already, but you’re still giving Michelle rent.” 

“Well,” You raise your hand, scrubbing it across the back of your neck. “I’ve still got stuff over there, and I…Still go there.” 

“To visit.” 

“...Yeah,” You sigh. “I can’t, um…I mean, I shouldn’t officially move out just yet, not until Mish can find a new roommate or a new apartment.” 

“Alright,” Bruce concedes. “What else?” 

“I guess, well…” You lower your gaze to your lap. “The kids…Thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Do you want them? I mean, ever?” Your gaze flickers nervously toward Bruce. You don’t see the same fretful contemplation as you’d seen after the kidnapping. Bruce’s gaze is set ahead of himself, almost unfocused. 

“...I still don’t know,” He finally admits, turning his head toward you a little. “The thought of having a child, of the two of you being in danger…” His hand flexes around your ankle before he gently sweeps the bone with his thumb. “I don’t know what I’d do. I wouldn’t be able to think straight.” 

You consider for a moment before you draw your legs off of Bruce’s lap. He seems startled by the movement, but relaxes as you shift closer on the couch, cuddling into his side. 

“For what it’s worth, I know what you mean,” You rest your head on his shoulder, curling your arm around his middle. “I don’t like thinking about you being in danger, either.  And I wouldn’t want to put a kid through…What happened.” You still can’t quite talk about it. Bruce’s arm tightens around your middle as he presses his face into your hair. You bite your lip before you tip your chin up. 

“I guess…Well,” You draw in a deep breath to quell your nerves. “Are you going to do this…Forever?” 

“Do what?” 

“What you do, Bruce,” You draw away from him to get a better look at him. “Are you going to be Batman forever? I mean, when does it stop?” 

“When Gotham is safe.” 

“And when will that be?” 

“This city needs me.” 

“And I don’t?” You snap.

His lips purse in upset, his jaw going tight. You guiltily lower your gaze to your lap, raising your hand and resting your head against it. 

“Okay,” You concede softly. “Maybe we just…Put a pin in that one.” 

Bruce reaches out, taking hold of your other hand. 

“It’s a lot to think about.” 

“I know,” You nod. “Just…As long as we’re both actually thinking about it.” 

“We are.” 

“Okay.” You swallow thickly, glancing over toward a few of the stacks of things. “By the way, not everything I got was practical. I bought you a grappling hook.” 

“You what?” 

“It seemed like the kind of thing that you’d use.” 

“I do.” 

“I wouldn’t use the one that I got you, though, it’s, like…An antique. Kind of more of a statement piece.” 

“Okay,” He chuckles, and you relax as the air seems to lighten. “How much did that cost?” 

“I have no idea, sorry. I’ll give you your card back.” 

“There’s no need.” 

“Of course there is.” 

“No, there isn’t.” 

“It’s yours, Bruce.” 

“It’s yours, too.” 

Your brow furrows with confusion. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I added you to the account.” 

Your eyes widen in shock, lips parting and working wordlessly for a few moments. 

“I—Bruce, why would you do that?” 

He chuckles softly, smoothing his thumb along your hand. 

“So that you can get anything you need, baby. I’d say today was a good start.”

"Oh my god," You groan, turning your face into your hand. "Today was an awful start."

"That's not true. You got me a grappling hook. And did I see a new trug?"

"Yeah. It's a little longer. Alfred mentioned needing more room for his lilies."

"He's going to love it."

Next Part

[lizzieislife94x]

Long Distance (e.o)

Requested ❤️

Lizzie x Fem Reader

GirlxGirl 

Y/ns POV:

I wash up my plate as I watch my phone like an excited child its 6:30pm meaning my girlfriend will be calling any minute its 10pm where she is at the moment on location, I dry my dish as I wait for the call after 5 minutes my phone rings with the facetime call. 

Me: babyyy I've missed you so much.

Lizzie: I've missed you too, how was your day today baby. 

Me: it was great work was chill I hung out with one of my new co workers Jane she's awesome.

I say with a smile as I look at lizzie her smile doesn't seem proper maybe I'm over thinking 

Lizzie: that's good did you eat.

Me: yeah I just had dinner just finished 15 minutes ago, how is work going liz.

Lizzie: ugh good yeah just really tired I wish I was with you though. 

Me: yeah me too me too.

After an hour on the phone we hang up and I have a huge smile on my face lizzie said she's coming to visit next week she has 2 weeks off and I couldn't be more excited about it I decided to go for a shower then bed and fall asleep with a huge smile on my face.

 4 days later:

"So you have any plans for this weekend y/n" I look up from my food and smile sweetly "actually I don't do you wanna do something" I ask Jane as she grins "yessss lets go dancing and let loose" she says excitedly as I giggle "ok so tomorrow night I'll meet you at the club?" I say and nods "yes definitely " we continue to eat our lunch as my phone rings I look and notice lizzies name causing me to smile "Jane ill be right back I have to take this my girlfriend is calling" I stand up and walk away to answer.

Me: Hey baby is everything ok 

Lizzie: yeah I just missed your voice babygirl how is work. 

Me: yeah we're on lunch just now I'm going to the club tomorrow night with JaneAll I hear is silence for bit

Me: lizzie are you there liz baby

Lizzie: yeah sorry I'm here thats great as long as you have fun princess 

Me: oh you no I will but hey I can't wait to see you on Monday I'm counting down the hours

Lizzie: me to princess I can't wait to just chill with you go out and most importantly have you in my arms. 

Me: oh god me to baby I can't wait shit hey baby I gotta go I gotta get back to work ill text you later have fun filming. 

With that I quickly hang up and rush back up to the office and get back towork after a few hours it's home time I quickly head home and throw myself on the couch oh jeez its been a long day I decided to just have grilled cheese for dinner I can't be bothered cooking once I eat I head up to my room and throw myself onto the bed and open tik tok must have fell asleep though because I'm being woke up to the sound of my alarm I roll over and groan getting up to shower and brush my teeth I get dressed for work and head to my car. 

Me: Good morning baby I hope you have a great day still counting the hours down till your here but I'm heading to work so I'll text you again later

I put my phone down and drive to work as I pull up my phone beeps causing me to smile when I see her name on my phone 

 Lizzie♥️: Good morning princess I hope you have a great day at work and don't get to drunk tonight ill text you later beautiful 

I smile and walk into the building to get my work done at lunch Jane comes running over to me "dude you still on for tonight" she says excited "yeah of course haha I'm looking forward to it ill meet you at the club at 8" she jumps up and down a little making me laugh.

after a long day its finally time to head home I need to go and pick an outfit. 

2 hours later: 

I finish putting the last touches to my make up and admire myself in the mirror I do look pretty hot if I do say so myself I went with tight black dress and black heels decided light make up and curly hair I grab my phone and take a full body picture and decide to send it to lizzie. 

Me:*1 image attached* baby do I look ok

Not even a minute later my phone dings

Lizzie: Wow wow wow you look fucking sexy baby not gonna lie I'm hella jealous right now if anyone looks at you a little to long punch them in the face for me babygirl😳

I giggle at her text blushing slightly

Me: Baby no one's going to look at me and even if they did let them I have the best girlfriend in the world I don't need nor want anyone else but you your eyes and your staring are the only ones that matter to me 

I spray some perfume and head out getting into my car and driving towards the club after 20 minutes I arrive right on time I park up and head to the front of club and see Jane "wow you look amazing" she says as we hug and head inside. 

4 hours later:

"Oh my gosh that was so fun I yell to Jane" she nods and agrees we head outside and I call an uber "I haven't been out in a while and I had so much fun thank you Jane" she looks at me and smiles "same thanks for coming with me" we part ways heading into our own ubers after 20 minutes and a stop to Mcdonalds I'm home I decided to drunken facetime my girlfriend while I munched my Mcdonalds we spend roughly 2 hours on facetime before I passed out 

 Time skip to Monday

Work was boring today maybe its because lizzie gets here in the next hour and I'm counting down I get to finish in 10 minutes so I can pick her up once I finish I practically run to my car and head towards the airport my excitement rushing through my veins after 15 minutes I arrived at the airport I get out and stand against my car patiently waiting after a few minutes I spot her walking towards me with a huge smile I jump up and down and run towards her screaming with excitement as I jump into her arms she catches me and we both squeal in joy holding eachother tight "I missed you so fucking much" i mumble into her neck as she holds me tighter "I missed you to princess" we stood holding eachother for 10 minutes before I took her bag and put it in the trunk then opened her door for her "thank you baby" she smiles fuck I've missed her smile so much Irun to my side and start to drive to my house her hand automatically rests on my thigh making my thoughts run wild I haven't seen her in 6 months so its been 6 months of no action I pull into my drive and get out running round to open her door "there you go baby" she giggles and smiles as we walk inside she plops down on the couch and I follow instantly cuddling upto her "fuck I've missed you" I mumble but loud enough for her to hear"I've missed you too beautiful" she says as she plays with my hair I Bury my face in her chest and bask in the feeling of being in her arms and her playing with my hair I let out a content sigh this is perfect.

AN: ok this is gonna be a 2 parter I didn't think it would be this long but this part is basically just leading up to them being together again part 2 will have the action if it sucks I'm sorry lmao hope your all good and stay hydrated people I feel like I've not wrote in months

[companion-showdown]

Who is the best companion to get intoxicated with?

this tournament was suggested anonymously

GRAND FINAL

Ace McShane vs Donna Noble

SEMI FINALS

Ace McShane vs Wilfred Mott

Jack Harkness vs Donna Noble

QUARTERFINALS

Ace McShane vs Jamie McCrimmon

Wilfred Mott vs Bill Potts

Jack Harkness vs Jo Grant

Donna Noble vs Iris Wildthyme

previous rounds under the cut

ROUND 4

Ace McShane vs K9

Ruby Sunday vs Jamie McCrimmon

Wilfred Mott vs Liz Shaw

Dan Lewis vs Bill Potts

Jack Harkness vs Irving Braxiatel

Madam Vastra vs Jo Grant

Donna Noble vs Missy

Iris Wildthyme vs The TARDIS

ROUND 3

Ace McShane vs River Song

Charley Pollard vs K9

Ruby Sunday vs Dodo Chaplet

Rose Tyler vs Jamie McCrimmon

Delgado!Master vs Wilfred Mott

Romana II vs Liz Shaw

Barbara Wright vs Dan Lewis

Frobisher vs Bill Potts

Jack Harkness vs Martha Jones

Polly Wright vs Irving Braxiatel

Madam Vastra vs Koschei

Sarah-Jane Smith vs Jo Grant

Donna Noble vs Bernice Summerfield

Clara Oswald vs Missy

Iris Wildthyme vs Romana I

The TARDIS vs Tegan Jovanka

ROUND 2

Day 2

Jack Harkness vs Liv Chenka

Martha Jones vs Alan Turing

Polly Wright vs Mel Bush

Chris Cwej vs Irving Braxiatel

Madam Vastra vs Jason Kane

Koschei vs McQueen!Master

Sarah-Jane Smith vs Narvin

Ruth Leonidus vs Jo Grant

Donna Noble vs Vislor Turlough

Bernice Summerfield vs Steven Taylor

Wolsey vs Clara Oswald

Clarence the Angel vs Missy

Iris Wildthyme vs Karra

Romana I vs Romana III

Compassion vs The TARDIS

Hebe Harrison vs Tegan Jovanka

Day 1

Ace McShane vs God the Computer

Evelyn Smythe vs River Song

Sabalom Glitz vs Charley Pollard

Miranda Who vs K9

Ruby Sunday vs Hex Schofield

Dodo Chaplet vs Panna

Vicki Pallister vs Rose Tyler

Peri Brown vs Jamie McCrimmon

Delgado!Master vs Fitz Kreiner

Wilfred Mott vs Leela

The Brigadier vs Romana II

Liz Shaw vs The Black Dalek Leader

Barbara Wright vs Nyssa

Lucie Miller vs Dan Lewis

Father Kreiner vs Frobisher

Amy Pond vs Bill Potts

ROUND 1

(too many links for the post to work but all matches under the tag intoxication: round 1)

Day 1

Ace McShane vs Adric

Tegan Jovanka vs Victoria Waterfield

Delgado!Master vs Aris

Jo Grant vs Sutekh

Jamie McCrimmon vs Kamelion

Barbara Wright vs Harry Sullivan

The Black Dalek Leader vs Mother Francesca

Irving Braxiatel vs Elspeth (Where Angels Fear)

Iris Wildthym vs Peter Summerfield

C'rizz vs God the Computer

Romana III vs Carmen Yeh

McQueen!Master vs Mr Crofton

Wolsey vs Sam Bishop

Jack Harkness vs Rory Williams

Bill Potts vs Mickey Smith

Donna Noble vs Ryan Sinclair

Day 2

K9 vs Grace Holloway

Sabalom Glitz vs Sara Kingdom

Polly Wright vs Mike Yates

The Brigadier vs Morbius

Panna vs Varsh

Vicki Pallister vs Karuna

Father Kreiner vs Cousin Anastasia

Alan Turing vs Captain Magenta

Compassion vs Jack McSpringheel

Evelyn Smythe vs Renée Thalia

Frobisher vs Sabbath Dei

Narvin vs Lola Denison

Ruby Sunday vs Ianto Jones

Missy vs Yasmin Khan

Madam Vastra vs Sally Sparrow

Dan Lewis vs Graham O'Brien

Day 3

Steven Taylor vs Ben Jackson

Sarah-Jane Smith vs Zoe Heriot

Leela vs Ian Chesterton

Soldeed vs Vislor Turlough

Tremas vs Peri Brown

Dodo Chaplet vs Duggan

Bernice Summerfield vs Pandora

Koschei vs Valarie Lockwood

Lucie Miller vs The War King

Charley Pollard vs Joseph (The Doomsday Manuscript)

Miranda Who vs Eliza

Chris Cwej vs Adrian Wall

Death's Head vs Hebe Harrison

Jane Austen vs Amy Pond

River Song vs Gwen Cooper

The TARDIS vs Beep the Meep

Day 4

Romana II vs Chang Lee

The Three Who Rule vs Liz Shaw

The Kandyman vs Nyssa

Sergeant Benton vs Karra

Mel Bush vs Susan Foreman

Romana I vs Erato

Jason Kane vs V.M.McCrimmon

Clarence the Angel vs Scarlette

Hex Schofield vs Cousin Justine

John (Another Girl, Another Planet) vs Liv Chenka

Ruth Leonidus vs D'Eon

Fitz Kreiner vs The Original Golden Dalek Emperor

Martha Jones vs Bannakaffalatta

Wilfred Mott vs Toshiko Sato

Rose Tyler vs Vincent van Gogh

Clara Oswald vs Nardole

links to previous tournaments

[queer-dw-tourney]

CANONICALLY QUEER DOCTOR WHO CHARACTER TOURNAMENT !!!!!!!!

POLLS WILL BE UP IN THE MORNING.

GROUPS FOR ROUND ONE:

GROUP ONE:

LIZ SHAW VS JENNY FLINT

MADAME VASTRA VS RIVER SONG

JACK HARKNESS VS YASMIN KHAN

MIKE YATES VS ADRIC

CLARA OSWALD VS TOSHIKO SATO

BILL POTTS VS TRUDY

IANTO JONES VS ROGUE

CARLA SUNDAY VS ROSE NOBLE

GROUP TWO:

OWEN HARPER VS OLIVER HARPER

GWEN COOPER VS FITZ KREINER

ACE MCSHANE VS BERNICE SUMMERFIELD

HELEN SINCLAIR VS VALARIE LOCKWOOD

LIV CHENKA VS SAM JONES

TANIA BELL VS NORTON FOLGATE

LUKE SMITH VS CHARLIE SMITH

BLISS VS TEGAN JOVANKA

GROUP THREE:

CINDY WU VS CALYPSO JONZE

CHRISTIAN PURCELL VS CHRIS CWEJ

MATTEUSZ ANDRZEJEWSKI VS IZZY SINCLAIR

NYSSA OF TRAKEN VS JANE AUSTEN

TANYA ADEOLA VS COMPASSION

THE MAESTRO VS BEEP THE MEEP

ROANNA LOCKWOOD VS PATRICIA HAGGARD

PENNY CARTER VS HEATHER

THE WINNERS OF ROUND ONE WILL PROGRESS TO ROUND TWO . OBVIOUSLY .

ROUND TWO:

GROUP ONE:

PATRICIA HAGGARD VS TANYA ADEOLA

THE MAESTRO VS NYSSA OF TRAKEN

IZZY SINCLAIR VS CHRIS CWEJ

CINDY WU VS TANIA BELL

TEGAN JOVANKA VS ACE MCSHANE

LUKE SMITH VS ROSE NOBLE

LIV CHENKA VS HELEN SINCLAIR

GWEN COOPER VS OWEN HARPER

GROUP TWO

IANTO JONES VS CLARA OSWALD

JENNY FLINT VS BILL POTTS

ADRIC VS HEATHER

JACK HARKNESS VS RIVER SONG

[lianaloverr]

I Hate You, Right?

Paring: Non-streamer Quackity (Alex) x fem!reader

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Hello! I’m Liana and this is my first fan-fiction! It’s so nice to meet you. Pls don’t judge my writing it’s my first time lol.

Summary: you and Alex have been enemies since 3rd grade. After you thought it was the end of the world when you two got paired up for a project, you realized he wasn’t as bad as you thought.

Warnings: fluffy (kinda), use of real name.

3rd person

Really short!

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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

“Ughhhh.” 5 more minutes. “Y/n wake up!” Mom says. *sigh* “I’m up!”

You slide out of bed and start getting ready to go back to hell. You wear *your choice* clothes for school. “Y/n, hurry and come eat breakfast before the bus comes!” “Okay!” You say. You walk down the stairs to smell that sweet smell of pancakes and syrup. You eat your food and wait for the bus.

*time skip to school*

You hop off the bus and start walking to the doors. Once you walk in you hear a familiar voice. “Hey y/n.” It was Alex. “What do you want?” You say, aggravated already. “Woah calm down, I can’t just say hi?” He says. “No actually.” You say as you walk away. You never really thought of why you hated Alex, it was just something about him getting on your nerves. Even since you met in 3rd grade you were at each other’s necks all the time. Like this one time in 5th grade, he tripped you in the hallway right in front of your crush. So you got him back by putting glue in his seat, it was funny nonetheless. But even all of this hatred you have for each other you couldn’t lie and say you’ve never had a crush on him. But since you were enemies, you never thought of asking him out, so you pushed your feelings to the side and kept the rivalry going. You snap out of you thoughts as you approach your first period, math.

*time skip to 5th period*

“Hello class! Today we have a project that you are going to work with a partner for it. But I will be choosing your partners.” Visible anger came form the class. “Okay settle down! Let me name off the people who are working together.” All the sudden you hear a voice behind you. “Hey y/n. I hope we’re partners. That means I’ll get to annoy you even more.” Alex said. “You know, I hope we’re not partners. Because if we are, it’s not gonna be good.” You say. “You know it’s a privilege to work with me!” Alex said. You roll your eyes, “you’re so full of yourself.”, you say as you turn back around.

“Okay, Max and Sarah. Keith and Liz. Y/n and Alex..” “What what!?” You say. “You heard me miss y/n. You will be working with Alex.” The teacher says. “Please there has to be someone else to work with!” You say. “No. You work with Alex or you get an 0.” You sigh as you look back at a smirking Alex. “This is gonna be fun.” He says. Oh boy…

*times skip to the end of school*

“You will not believe who I got paired up with!” You say to your friend. “I got pai-“ “Hey y/n!” You hear from behind you. “Ugh what?” You say, already knowing it was Alex. Do you want to work on the project at my house tomorrow?” Alex says.*sigh* “Sure, why not.” “Cool I’ll give you the address tomorrow at school! Bye partner!” He says as he runs off to catch his bus.

Although you acted mad about it, you didn’t feel all that bad about working with him. You were nonetheless curious on what his house looked liked or what he did in his free time.

But nothing could’ve prepared you from what will happen when you spend the next week with him working on the project.

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Heyy! Thank you for reading part 1! It wasn’t really well done, so it would be very much appreciated if you told me the mistakes I made! Tell me if you want part 2!

Part 1/?

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My Daughter, My Heart Pt. 3

Summary: Now that she has met Grant, everything seems right. Elizabeth gets to call Javy and she tells him the news. Javy is now free to tell Jake but will he after what he did to Elizabeth?

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, OC!Grant Braxton x OC!Elizabeth Taylor

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

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My Daughter, My Heart

Prolog Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It had been a week since Elizabeth met Grant and they had been on numerous dates and they had really hit it off. She told him all about what happened and he actually listened and didn't get mad when she made it all about her and Jake. She told him all about Javy and he supported her that she had a strong friendship with someone. They had just gotten back from a date and he had dropped her off at her home and walked her to the front porch and kissed her cheek. They said their goodbyes and then she watched him walk to his car and drive off through the window. She turned away and made busy getting ready to relax for the night when she got a FaceTime notification from a restricted number and instantly knew what it was, Jake had called her that way many of times. She answered it expecting Jake but it was Javy instead and she instantly smiles.

"Javy!" She exclaimed

"Well you look happy." He said "I'm glad to see you happy." He added and she couldn't stop smiling. "What's up? How have you been?" He asked and she moved to a more comfortable place.

"I'm good! I actually moved to San Diego and got a teaching job on Miramar Navy base. I also met a really nice guy that bumped into me at the grocery store." She said.

"That's great! Tell me about this guy." He said and she actually blushed and that made him smile.

"He's great! He's a doctor and I just got back from a date with him. He listens to me. His name is Grant Braxton. He's so nice, Javy. He is such a gentleman." Elizabeth gushed on and he Javy listened and smiled.

"How's the pregnancy going?" He asked and she nodded her head.

"It's going really great! I'm 2 months along now." She said "I was thinking..." She begin to add and he interrupted her.

"Uh oh, thats dangerous." He said with a smirk and that made her chuckle.

"Oh hush. Anyways, I think I'm ok with you telling Jake." She said and he was silent about it.

"Are you sure? I mean he did leave you." He said and she nodded again.

"Yes, I know but I don't think it is right to keep a secret like this from the father. I want to give him a chance to be in this child's life even if I moved on." She explained and he nodded understanding where she was coming from.

"I understand but I think I'm going to make him suffer for a little bit but now that I know that I have your permission to tell him makes it easier. I'm still incredibly pissed at him." Javy said and she nodded and then she heard a beeping. "Listen, I gotta go but I promise when I get a chance to call again I will and when we get back I will." He said and she nodded smiling.

"I'll definitely keep you updated especially when you get back. Be safe Javy and tell Jake I said be safe even though he broke my heart, I still care about him." She said and nodded.

"Will do, Liz. Have a nice night and I'll talk to you later." He said

"You got it." She said back and then she ended the call and then got ready for bed.

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When Javy hung up the phone he set it down in its spot and walked back to his best friend. "Who did you get to talk to?" Jake asked and Javy looked over at him.

"I talked to Elizabeth." He said and he saw Jake tense and what looked like sadness wash over his eyes. He knew he fucked up and it hurt him so much.

"How is she doing?" Jake asked

"She's doing good. She's met someone and is really happy about it." Javy said and Jake nodded. Javy thought about telling him about her pregnancy but decided against it.

"There probably isn't any chance that I would be able to win her back is there?" Jake asked and Javy shook his head.

"After the shit you pulled not a chance in hell. You would be lucky if she talks to you or looks your way." Javy said and Jake hung his head in shame feeling the guilt.

"I shouldn't have done it." Jake said and Javy nodded in agreement.

"No you really shouldn't have done it but you did it and now you have to face the consequences." Javy said and they left it at that.

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4 months have passed of Elizabeth being pregnant and the baby was growing bigger and stronger every day. Grant and Elizabeth got together soon after the 5th date, she wanted to take it slow and Grant was respectful of that. Their relationship was like a dream come true and he had gone to every doctor's appointment with her and was absolutely supportive of her wanting to wait to see what the baby was going to be. She and Javy talked whenever they could and Jake had stopped asking who he talked to already knowing who it was. Grant was the absolute best he never overstepped and was just there for her, he went to all of the appointments and held her when she was able to hear the baby's heartbeat.

Shortly after they had started dating Grant's lease was up and they talked and they decided to that he would move into Elizabeth's place. Plus it was closer to the hospital that he worked at which just happened to be the hospital closest to the base and the school. Every now and then the thought of Jake not being there hit her hard but she blamed it on the hormones but Grant knew otherwise. Jake and Javy have been gone for 4 months. Grant and Elizabeth started dating since she was 3 months pregnant meaning that they had been together for 2 month since she was 4 months along now. Each day the love for each other had grown stronger.

She had just gotten home from work and sat down on the couch, turned on the TV and then somehow fell asleep. A few hours later Grant had came home from the hospital still in his scrubs and was confused when he didn't hear her padding around the house doing who knows what. "Baby?" Grant asked as he went looking for her and then heard the TV and walked into the living room and smiled when she found her asleep laying on the couch hugging her swollen stomach. He walked over to her and bent down running a hand through her hair and that woke her up.

"Babe?" She asked and he smiled and nodded "When did you get home?' She asked.

"Just now. Have you eaten?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No, I came home and sat down because my feet and back were killing me. I turned on the TV and fell asleep." She said and he smiled.

"Let's get you something to eat and I'll run you a bath." He said helping her sit up and she nodded and smiled. He kissed her forehead and got to work on supper. It was quickly done and they ate and then he was running her a bath and helped her down into the tub.

"Join me." She said and he smiled.

"Always." He said and stripped out of his scrubs and stepped in behind her when she leaned up and slowly sank down. Elizabeth leaned back into him and he wrapped his arms around her stomach gently stroking it as he kissed her shoulder. "Long day?" He asked when she sighed.

"Very. Standing all day doesn't help." She said

"Have you thought about taking maternity leave?" He asked

"I have but I want to wait as long as I can." She said and he nodded never pressuring her into making decisions she didn't want. Jake never did that either but he had hurt so bad that Grant was helping her heal.

"I'm here no matter what decision you make." He said and she smiled "I love you." He said

"I love you too." Elizabeth said back and then they fell into a comfortable silence.

Elizabeth wondered if Javy every told Jake but right now she couldn’t care less. She was finally happy with someone that made her feel like Jake made her feel, maybe made her a little bit happier than Jake ever did.

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4 months on an aircraft carrier was a lot of time for Jake to think about what he had done and he was really kicking himself. Javy saw him kicking himself over and over again and he was feeling guilty for not telling him but he deserved it. Javy almost broke down several times to tell Jake about the baby but he kept thinking how Elizabeth was the night Jake left. “Are you ok, Jake?” Javy asked one night while they were getting ready to go to bed.

“No and yes. Do you think if I called her, she would answer and let me explain?” He asked and Javy knew who he was talking about.

“I wouldn’t man. She’s happy with Grant and finally moving on after you broke her heart. I don’t think it would be a good idea honestly. It would just put stress on her and the baby.” Javy said and then realized what he said as soon as he saw Jake’s face.

“Baby?” Jake asked and Javy stayed silent “Javy is she pregnant?” Jake asked again and he nodded.

“Yes.” Javy said “She would be 4 months along now.” He said and Jake stayed quiet.

“That means that she was pregnant when I left. That’s what she wanted to tell me.” Jake said the realization just now dawning on him.

“She told me when I went over there after she called me crying.” Javy said

“You mean to tell me that you knew and you kept it from me?” Jake asked in anger.

“Yes.” Javy said and Jake saw red.

“You should’ve told me!” Jake yelled

“She told me not to tell you. She gave me permission on the last call.” Javy said trying to keep calm.

“Well, you should’ve told me then! What the hell, Coyote!” Jake yelled

“I didn’t think you deserved to know after what you did to her.” Javy said

“She’s pregnant with my child! That’s something I should know! You know what? Fuck you.” Jake said as he turned and stormed out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Javy asked

“To the gym.” Jake said, he was already in gym shorts and a Navy t-shirt, as he stormed out slamming the door.

“Fuck. What did I just do?” Javy asked himself. Elizabeth did give him permission but he was going to wait until they were back on land. This was not part of the plan.

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life itself part 5 | previous post | first post

Grian | 8:09 PM

hey etho

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Grian | 8:09 PM

hope i’m not disrupting anything

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Grian | 8:09 PM

if you know what I mean

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Etho | 8:09PM

what’s up?

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Etho | 8:10 PM

and no you’re not disrupting anything

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Grian | 8:10 PM

oh

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Grian | 8:10 PM

well

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Grian | 8:11 PM

are you in the apartment?

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Grian | 8:11 PM

can you unlock it for me? i think i left my keys inside again

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Etho | 8:12 PM

give me a sec

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Instead of hearing footsteps from inside, Grian hears them from the stairs to the roof deck. Etho walks up, jinggling his keys.

“Here I am,” Etho slots the key in easily and opens their apartment, turning on the lights. “Mind if I leave the door open?”

“Sure, but,” Grian looks at Etho, questioning, “how about you and Cleo?”

“Me and Cleo?” Etho laughs, a hint of self-deprecation. “They didn’t show up.”

“What?”

Etho shakes his head. “I’m bringing back the stuff on the roof deck. I’ll make it quick.”

He’s gone before Grian can reply, and if the physical deflection tells him anything, it’s that his friends have quite the miscommunication.

Truly enough, he spots his keys on the key holder by their fridge, a crocheted red parrot keychain dangling from it. When Etho comes back with a picnic basket and a blanket, he closes the door and his keys join with another crocheted animal, a black cat.

Cleo’s snake keychain is missing.

They were gifts from Joel after Bdubs and Lizzie pulled him to a crochet workshop. The small animals were given on their birthdays last year, and some of their other friends received them too.

Grian drops his stuff on the floor next to the couch, slouching as he sits down.

“Cleo isn’t home yet?” he asks, looking at Etho’s direction in time to catch him shake his head.

“Wasn’t replying to my messages.”

“Strange,” Grian comments. “Do you want me to try?”

“No need.”

“Say,” Grian starts, trying to change the topic, “who has the Arctic Monkeys vinyl right now? I’m feeling some tunes to fill the air.��

Etho laughs a bit. “Arctic Monkeys? Why not something else?”

“I want to listen to 505.”

“Cleo has it if I remember correctly,” Etho replies. “I’ll grab it from her room, she wouldn’t mind.”

Grian turns his head to Etho, his hand on Cleo’s doorknob.

“You know where she places her vinyls?”

“You don’t?”

It’s Grian’s turn to laugh. “Look, you’re the one usually room hopping for them. I never had a reason to go in there, really.”

Which was true – they may be friends and roommates, but the three of them usually keep their rooms to themselves unless someone wants to borrow something. On occasions they want to hang out in the same space, well, that’s why they have a couch and beanbags in the living room.

Grian hears the door open and Etho flicking the lights on, a few beats followed by, “Grian?”

He looks up once more, “What?”

“Cleo’s stuff is gone.”

“Gone?” Grian walks up from the couch. “What do you mean gone -”

Gone, as in, almost empty.

Cleo’s cabinets and drawers are hanging open, hangers on the floor, and her desk instead scattered with stationery and a lack of textbooks. Her window is also notably open, curtains flying a bit to the breeze.

“What the fuck,” Grian breathes out. “What the actual -”

“Is this why they weren’t replying?” Etho cuts him off. “I’m messaging Bdubs, maybe he can knock on Scar’s and Joel’s.”

“I’m calling Pearl just in case they’re there.”

[Calling] Pearl

Sorry, I’m busy right now -

Beep.

It’s game night, Grian remembers with a groan. The idiots mute their phones on game night.

He calls Lizzie.

“Liz?” he calls urgently the moment she picked up. “Lizzie?”

“Yes, that’s me,” she yawns from the other side of the line. “What is it G?”

“Is Cleo with you?”

Shuffling, followed by “No? Why would they be here?”

“Well they’re not here,” Grian stresses.

“What?”

“Cleo’s not here.”

“She didn’t message you or anything?”

“No!”

Lizzie sounds oddly calm, but that might be her holding back. “Y’know, Joel told me that he and the other two – Cleo and Scar – would be out of reach for the next few hours… You think it’s that?”

“Definitely,” Grian replies slowly, thinking, “but why? What about?”

“I have zero clue,” Lizzie says, voice even.

She has a clue, but she doesn’t want to say it.

“I’m finding out. With Etho,” he starts. “I’ll update you when we find things out.”

“Sure… Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

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Scar | 2:23 AM

I really wish I got to spend more time with you, G

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Scar | 2:23 AM

Don’t worry about us

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Scar | 2:23 AM

As long as Cleo Joel and I are together, we’ll be alright

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Scar | 2:24 AM

Please don’t forget us

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Scar | 2:24 AM

And continue being the amazing person you are, cutie ;)

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Scar | 2:24 AM

This number has blocked you.

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Grian | 8:45 AM

scar

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Grian | 8:46 AM

no

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Grian | 8:46 AM

no

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Grian | 8:46 AM

scar

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Grian | 8:47 AM

what the heck is this?

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Grian | 8:49 AM

please come back

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Grian and Etho were quiet at breakfast, which wasn’t out of the ordinary: back when it was just the two of them, their mornings were just as silent, the two minding their own business than talking to the other. Despite that, it was at least comfortable.

This silence isn’t.

They got used to Cleo’s voice waking them up. Greeting them, asking about their classes for the day, then leaving for her morning classes (she’s an early riser) with a cheery “Please don’t burn the apartment down while I’m gone” in reference to his and Etho’s classes usually later in the morning or in the afternoon.

And deep down, Grian knows that Etho feels a tad bit more emotional than him, pining over their missing friend, after all. He knows, of course he does, with all the fleeting glances and silent tension that the two have. If it wasn’t for Etho deciding to make the first move last night, he would’ve set them up himself.

Of course, they both never got the chance to know the outcome because Cleo’s gone.

And Joel.

And Scar. Oh Scar.

Those three. They’re all gone.

“You're also close with Joel and Scar,” Etho’s soft voice makes Grian look up, seeing Etho nursing his cup of coffee, “aren’t you?”

Grian sighs. He knew those two before Cleo, Joel being one of his first best friends and Scar being the one he usually messes around with. “Yeah, I am.” I’ve been pining over Scar for years now, longer than you have with Cleo.

“How do you think they’re holding up?”

The question almost makes Grian laugh.

“Perfectly fine,” Grian easily replies despite the pit in his stomach, “as long as they’re together.”

Etho blinks, taking a slow sip of his coffee before asking again, “You really think so?”

“I know it,” a sad smile graces Grian’s face as he recalls memories of them when they were younger thanks to Pearl. “They’ve been through a lot together. Whatever it is now, they’ll handle it just fine.”

“Are you handling it “just fine?””

And that makes Grian stop.

“No.”

The new quiet that settles feels like the calm before the storm, a feeling that rises up quickly that would end in a passionate explosion of different emotions. It takes very few seconds for it to fully tip over the edge, the calm Grian was trying to exude running out in a blink.

“I hate them,” he says bitterly. “Why did they have to cut ties with us, huh? Was that really necessary? I’ve known them since we were high school, for crying out loud! They are so kind, and gentle, and supportive, yet still stubborn and so, so closed off. This isn’t the first time they ran away from me when they had a problem, especially one involving all of them. I - I just -”

Grian’s face falls into his hands, and he hears the scraping of a chair followed by Etho’s footsteps towards him, wrapping him in a hug. The reality of the situation just hit him now.

“I love them,” he sobs, “I love them a lot, and they’ve always been great friends, but it’s moments like these when they make me feel like they don’t regard me as much. I know it’s hard for them, but I’ve been trying hard to let them know that I’m here, I’m their friend, and I’m willing to be with them in bad times too. I want to be there for them, because they’ve been supporting me so much since then.

“God, Pearl,” Grian abruptly sits straight. “She’s known them for longer than me. Mostly Joel, but still… And Lizzie.”

Grian spins to Etho’s direction, catching the latter’s eyes, “Do you think they blocked them too?”

Etho’s eyes are exhausted. He shrugs, letting a sigh afterwards. “Can’t say I’d be surprised if ever, honestly.”

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Grian gives three knocks to Pearl and Lizzie’s dorm.

He hears a mumbled “Just a minute” before the door reveals Lizzie.

“What can I - oh, Grian.”

Her eyes are red. “Oh, Liz…”

He holds his arms out, offering a hug, and Lizzie accepts it wordlessly.

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A/N: this update felt kinda meh, but honestly, i think it still added some stuff to this universe, specifically the dynamics to be expected all around? idk.

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RIP MC (Sorry Derek)

Another little story where the MC died and one (or more) of the boys feels sad. Could this turn into a series where MC dies in various ways and the other characters feel feelings about it? Yeah, maybe!

Takes place anytime after Step 3. Unrequited love, unnamed illness, funeral setting. Very sad Derek.

It was never the right time.

That's what Derek always told himself. Someday when things were different -- when he was different, when he was better -- then he'd take a chance. That's when he'd let himself admit how he felt about you. He'd tell you he loved you then.

Countless moments had popped up over the years since that first summer that might have worked. A quiet moment on the beach by your house, a summer soiree while the two of you were dressed to the nines. A school dance he'd invited you to, "just as friends" even though he wanted so much more.

He had so many opportunities to just tell you how he felt, to take a risk on the chance you might feel the same way, but he was never good enough for you, not even close.

It was only when it became clear that he'd run out of time that he really started to sit down and think about all those lost chances.

"I'll be ok," you always told him when he came to visit you in the hospital, a smile on your face for him despite the tubes in your body, the constant hums and beeps of the machines a constant soundtrack to his trips there. You'd always hold his hand, and sometimes it made him sick to think about how he let you comfort him, even then, when he should have been stronger.

Derek did think about confessing, even after things got bad. He tried to work out whether you'd want to know, if it would bring you some comfort or just add awkwardness or confusion in an already difficult time. Sometimes he let himself picture telling you, then you telling him that you loved him too, and then you'd get better and you'd be together, so on and so forth, happily ever after.

But that's not how it happened.

Things were already bad, but they got worse fast, and before he could make a decision about telling you, you were gone.

"Derek? You all right?"

He was brought back to the present -- something he sincerely did not appreciate, but was of course too polite to ever mention -- by Nicolas' hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his little brother, looking like some bizarre alternate universe version of himself in a dark suit with his hair tamed as best it could be.

It didn't feel right. Then again, nothing did.

"Yeah," Derek answered automatically, eyes glancing around the funeral home. He saw his parents talking to Cove's father, all serious faces and quiet voices. There was Liz by the casket, eyes dry but fierce -- the protective older sister, even now. Your moms were nearby too, huddled close together. Cove was there as well, he'd heard, but based on the muffled sound of wails coming from an adjacent room, it seemed like he'd excused himself.

"Hey, bros," Jorge said, coming up to place a hand on Derek's other shoulder. "How's it going?"

He tried to give a smile to his other little brother, but he couldn't imagine he succeeded.

"Did you want ..." Jorge began, stopping himself before he got a full sentence out. He gave his head a little shake, then stood a little straighter and asked "Did you want to go up there?"

Derek looked back toward the casket. He hadn't been able to approach it, not yet, and he wasn't sure if he would. It may be nice to see your face one more time, even if what made you you was no longer there. Then again, it may be too hard to take.

Reasoning that the entire day was too hard to take -- hell, existence felt too hard to take at this point -- and that if worse came to worst, he'd at least have Cove to keep him company if he lost it entirely, he gave another shaky smile to Jorge and began moving towards the coffin.

He wasn't sure what he expected to feel upon seeing you like that, but whatever he could have imagined, it was so much more than that. You were too pale, too still, and if he touched you, he was sure you'd be way, way too cold.

His eyes moved over your body, taking in individual parts and cataloging them in the most heartbreaking ways possible. Your eyelids, closed shut, never to flutter open again. Your hands folded over your stomach -- stiff, he was sure. Then he looked at your lips and started to understand, really understand, that he'd never see them smiling for him again.

Because they did -- you did. Smile just for him. Even at his absolute lowest, when he hated himself so much he couldn't stand it, he knew that. That you liked him. Maybe not in the same way he liked you, but he couldn't deny that you, his favorite person on the planet, had seen a least a little something special in him.

His stomach clenched, his hands balled into fists, and he did one of the things that he did best, literally and metaphorically -- he ran.

Not hearing the questions or remarks as his family called out to him, not noticing concerned looks from your other friends, Derek bolted out of the funeral home. He was wearing a suit and stiff dress shoes, but he flew down the street. If his feet started aching or his muscles started protesting his pace, he didn't notice.

He wasn't thinking, not really, and eventually he found himself in the park, running to the field you'd played in when you were kids. He kept running to the tree line and went past it, letting himself get a little bit lost before he came to a stop, leaned his head back and screamed.

Derek held things in -- it was just what he did. But there in the trees, he let everything out. The shattering grief, the loss of everything he might have had with you but never would. All the things he never said, all the opportunities he let slip by because it could happen later, there would always be more time.

Eventually he stopped. His throat was shredded and he started feeling the strain on his body. He waited a little while, certain someone had called the police, but none ever showed. He considered going back, assuring his family he was all right, but for once, he decided to be selfish and sat down on the ground, taking a little longer for himself.

He had no idea what life was going to look like now. He felt sad and scared, like the rug had been pulled out from under him, and then he felt guilty for feeling that way when everyone else had lost you too.

Those old feelings of self hatred started sneaking in, and he leaned into them, content to soak in the misery he was feeling.

After all, the future he'd dreamed of, the one he'd worked so hard for for so much of his life -- the one with you front and center -- was impossible. So really, what was the point of any of it?