#hey remember when you sent this ( checks notes ) over a year ago?

[rosahope]

How ironic it was , for Death incarnate to succumb to the mortality he enforced . Whilst a deity by duty , Yozora was a farrago of existences ⸻ part human , part machine ⸻ and neither was enough to sustain the divine power demanded by his celestial core . By design , Yozora's heart was built to harness the infinite energy of his now dead star ⸻ his fallen fiancee . And without Gigas Corporation's bio-medical expertise , the king of truth was on borrowed time .

How convenient it was , for a goddess of equal strength to materialise in his life : bringing her entire kingdom with her . Iridescent rock erupted intrusively from the streets of Replica Earth , yet Crystal Tokyo had become a welcome neighbour . Yozora once considered the phenomenon destructive , invasive ⸻ now , he saw it as a blessing . ( Would Serenity accept the coalescence of their two worlds ? Would she agree to lend him her power ? )

To request she gives a part of herself to him , meant that Yozora also needed to give a part of himself to her . Thus , he did what he swore not to do ever since the demise of his former queen . Night sky took the goddess's hand in his own ... and lowered himself onto one knee .

❛ Marry me , Serenity . ❜

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

            𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄,  the  very  last  thing  she  had  expected  from  Yozora  was  a  declaration  so  intrinsically  committed.  Momentarily,  the  shock  of  it  has  her  swept  up  by  the  tides  of  time,  taken  back  many  centuries  ago  when  her  heart  still  believed  in  fairytale  princes  on  white  horses.  Serenity  was  not  that  little  girl  anymore,  given  to  fanciful  delusions,  and  with  the  death  of  those  delusions  so  did  a  part  of  her  die  as  well.  A  pragmatic  decision,  for  the  betterment  of  her  kingdom;  her  people.  If  she  bat  her  eyes  at  every  person  who  showed  her  affection,  her  kingdom  would  have  fallen  under  heel  a  long  time  ago.

            Her  mother  —  her  predecessor  —  had  put  far  too  much  work  into  creating  a  stable  environment  for  Serenity  to  let  that  happen.  So  she  put  her  childish  notions  of  fairytale  endings  in  a  box  and  tucked  it  away  in  the  deepest  recesses  of  her  heart.

            She  couldn't  have  foreseen  Yozora,  quite  literally,  being  a  dream  come  true.  Serenity  hadn't  known  it  then,  that  first  time  they  met  within  dreams  with  the  heady  scent  of  cherry  blossoms  in  the  air;  but  she  knew  it  now.  Somehow,  against  all  odds,  against  the  very  fabric  of  reality,  they  had  found  one  another.  Their  worlds  melting  and  merging  together  like  cream  into  coffee.  Serenity  hadn't  laid  eyes  upon  a  story  so  steeped  in  destiny  since  watching  the  love  her  parents  had  for  each  other  unfold,  conquering  challenges  time  and  again.

            In  some  small,  not  so  insignificant  way,  Serenity  thought  their  abrupt  meeting  had  been  brought  about  by  the  Cauldron  itself  —  as  if  her  mother's  Star  Seed  had  reached  from  within  and  guided  their  two  stars  together.

            In  the  end,  it  didn't  matter  who  or  what  had  brought  them  together.  Only  that  it  had  happened,  and  now  she  was  faced  with  a  very  real,  important  decision.  She  loved  Yozora.  There  was  no  doubt  in  her  mind  about  that;  or  anything  at  all,  really.  Even  the  demanding  nature  of  his  declaration  —  only  Yozora  would  propose  marriage  as  a  statement  without  choice,  as  if  she  had  to  make  one  at  all  —  could  not  quell  the  rising  wave  of  emotion  overcoming  her.  Like  herself,  Serenity  knew  that  what  Yozora  was  asking  of  her  was  not  a  decision  he  had  come  to  easily  or  lightly.  It  was,  perhaps,  the  biggest  step  he'd  taken  in  his  life  that  was  of  his  own  volition.

            She  didn't  cry,  though  there  was  a  definite  glossiness  to  her  eyes  as  she  searched  his  face.  Rather,  Serenity  clasped  his  hand,  all  but  tugging  him  to  his  feet.  The  smile  that  lit  up  her  features  could  have  rivalled  the  radiance  of  the  very  moon  she  represented  and  was  twice  as  warm  as  the  burgeoning  sun.  In  his  own  way,  Yozora  was  able  to  crack  the  carefully  hidden  eggshell  of  her  heart.  The  yolk  of  her  childhood  fantasies  spilled  out,  renewed  and  restored.

            With  fingers  intertwined,  Serenity  pressed  her  forehead  against  his.

            ❝  I  will.  ❞

            Death  was  never  the  end,  after  all.  It  only  paved  a  path  for  life  to  take  root  —  for  new  beginnings  and  the  birth  of  new  stars  to  cast  their  shine  across  the  cosmos.

[blairboo]

BAD DECISIONS PART 2

Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader

Summary: When Noah realizes the decision he had made and that he had lost you, what does he do to try to reverse the situation?

Warnings: Crying, arguments, drinking, fights.

Word Count: 1.5K

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**Noah's POV**

What the hell had I done?

She wasn’t here.

Why did I leave?

❦

It was 10 PM, and I was still sitting in a bar with Jolly. He had called me out after I told him about my fight with Y/N. I had already drunk everything, trying to forget the fact that I had been a terrible husband and, worse, a terrible best friend—the best friend of someone who had trusted me with all her secrets.

“Earth to Noah”—Jolly pulled me back from my thoughts.

“Sorry”—I turned my attention back to him.

“Bro, I know how important she is to you, and right now, I think you should go home and figure out a good way to apologize”—Jolly warned me.

“She’s not going to forgive me”—I sighed.

“You don’t know that; you haven’t talked to her yet”—

“I know her, Jolly, like the back of my hand. We’ve been married for the last two years”—I knew she was upset and that she wouldn’t want to talk to me right then.

“Try, man, bad decisions are made this way. Maybe she’s waiting for you at home, hoping for an apology”—

“You’re right, okay”—I got up from the table.

“Let me know what happens, alright?”—Jolly gave me a light hug, and I just nodded, heading for the exit.

Where had my bad decisions taken me?

❦

I parked my car in the garage, rehearsing in my head what I would say to her, what excuse I would make to try and keep her from leaving, to try not to lose her.

I turned the key in the door. As I opened it, I was met with the darkness and silence that filled our home. My eyes spotted the note I had left when I left in the morning. It was crumpled and near the trash can.

I called out her name, asking where she was. The silence lingered. I made my way to our bedroom, hoping she would be there. But all I saw was her side of the closet nearly empty. Her suitcase was gone.

I felt my heart drop, tightening in my chest. Where had she gone?

My hand quickly went to my pocket, searching for my phone. I opened my contacts, looking for her name, and quickly dialed.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave a message”—

Voicemail.

What the hell had I done?

She was gone.

I scrolled through my contacts and clicked on Jolly’s name.

“What’s up, man?”—he answered quickly.

“She’s gone”—I felt tears burning in my eyes, and my voice got cracked.

**Y/N’s POV**

Two days had passed.

Two days with no contact from Noah, no contact with anyone. I checked into a hotel near the beach. I needed this time to think about where my relationship with Noah was headed. I only left my room for four things: breakfast, lunch, dinner, and to hit the beach.

My phone had been off since I left our house; I still didn’t want to deal with my problems. My mind wasn’t in the right place for that yet.

But it was time to resolve this; I could feel divorce waiting for us.

I turned my phone back on.

There were lots of unread messages and missed calls. Even from his manager, Matt.

Nick had called me 56 times.

Nicholas had called me 78 times.

Jolly, 48 times.

And Noah—147 times.

I opened my chat with Noah, and his last message was sent two hours ago.

“I’m sorry.”

I needed to call him.

I put my phone to my ear and waited for his response.

“Y/N?”—there was desperation in his voice.

“Hi, Noah”—I replied.

“Thank God, I was so worried about you”—his 147 calls confirmed that, I mentally replied.

A few seconds passed before I responded.

“I want a divorce”—

Everything went quiet, no reply came.

“Where are you?”—his voice stumbled.

“Um, a hotel, the one we stayed in when we got locked out of the house”—a light smile crept onto my face, remembering the time we left the house key in Nick’s car, and he had gone to San Francisco.

“I’m coming over”—I could hear him grab his keys.

“Why, Noah? I just want a divorce; I don’t need to talk to you”—

“I’m not letting you file for divorce without talking to me face to face first. I know the hell I put you through. I’ve been a terrible husband these past few months, but you won’t divorce me without talking to me in person.” His voice was solid, sure of his actions.

I felt tears threatening to fall.

“Okay”—was all I could manage to say.

❦

It had been 15 minutes since Noah had called me. I had brushed my teeth and tried to hide the fact that I had spent the last two days crying and thinking about the end of our relationship.

A knock on the door made me feel like I was in high school about to present a project in front of the whole class.

Nervousness.

I walked toward the door, standing in front of it, taking a deep breath and trying to convince myself that everything would be okay.

I opened the door and was met by Noah’s puffy, red eyes.

He was still so beautiful.

“H-hi”—his voice faltered.

“Come in”—he nodded, and I quickly closed the door behind him.

When I turned to Noah again, I was surprised by the warmth of his embrace, something I hadn’t felt in months, he held my so tightly.

“Please don’t ask for the divorce”—there was desperation in his voice.

“Don’t ask me to do that after you treated me like a complete stranger for the past few months”—my voice was weak but firm.

He pulled his face from my neck, looking me straight in the eyes, holding my face in his hands.

“I know, I know, that I’ve been a jerk the past few months and that I didn’t treat you the way I should have—and I’m so fucking sorry for that. But please don’t divorce me.”- His eyes were shining with tears threatening to fall.

“And how am I supposed to be sure you won’t do it again? That you won’t come home and treat me like a complete stranger?”—I pulled his hands away from my face.

“My promises might not mean anything right now, but I swear I will never treat you that way again; I promise I will improve. I won’t spend so much time in the studio. I promise to put effort into our relationship like I did in the beginning”—I searched for any sign of dishonesty or hesitation in his eyes, but all I saw was truth and fear.

The truth is that everyone makes mistakes, everyone takes bad decisions, but we don’t always have to crucify others for their wrong actions.

Of course, you shouldn’t stay in a place where the same mistake keeps happening and the person doesn’t see the issue or insists on the mistake.

But we are human beings; we are capable of making mistakes every day.

“I won’t be able to forgive you again, Noah. Please keep your promises. Each one you break is a part of me wanting to disappear from your life”—I wiped a tear that had fallen on his face.

Noah brought his hands back to my face, looking into my eyes deeply.

“I promise, I promise, every part of me needs you, today, now, always. I promise from the bottom of my heart you’ll never have to go through this pain again”—

“You’re my confidant, Noah, the person I seek when I come home and need comfort. You’ve held all my secrets like no one else; no one knows me like you do. Please don’t throw that away.”- I held his hand.

“I promise”—he whispered.

He hugged me, and I had missed that warmth for months.

He was here.

“Forgive me,” Noah whispered, kissing my forehead, and I simply nodded in agreement.

“Don’t make me doubt your love for me again”—I replied.

He looked at me and brought his lips to mine.

The feeling felt surreal.

Our lips always fit together, as if they were meant to be.

“I love you”—I felt happiness hearing those words again after months of thinking he had stopped loving me.

“I love you too”—I whispered back.

We kissed again.

Our kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Noah walked over and opened it.

Jolly.

“Thank God you two worked it out. Noah without you isn’t worth anything.” There was a tone of joy in his voice.

“Shut up”—Noah replied, smiling lightly and giving Jolly a pat on the shoulder.

I smiled, hoping that this time, everything was going to be alright.

Don’t dwell on your bad decisions; chase after them and resolve them.

————

Hello Everyone 🤍

Surpriseee!

I hope you all like this part, i felt bad abandoning this work.

Lmk what do you think 🫶🏻

Blair👾

[octuscle]

Hey there. I guess this is the place to contact? I’m a college student visiting my family for the Fourth of July next weekend. I’ve been away all year. The person who’s most excited to see me is my little brother Zach. He’s eighteen, I’m twenty one. We used to be really close as kids, but when he hit puberty, he started getting wayyy into wrestling and hanging with the jock crowd. It’s like he became a whole different person; even though he was popular for his boyish good looks and his winning smile, his grades really suffered, and we stopped spending time together. Now I can’t even have a conversation with him because he resents me for going to college. He has this huge disdain for “book-learning” and, I think, is jealous of my authority as the older and smarter brother. The last few times I saw him it was all arguing.

Anyway, just a few days ago, I got this package from him in the mail. It’s this Chronoviac thing—I don’t even know what it is, really, and he didn’t include a manual or anything. Just a note that, in his messy and only semi-legible handwriting, reads “For the 4th. Luv u bro”. I googled the chronoviac and came here to ask if you know what any of this means, why he might have sent me this, or hell, even what the goddamn thing is…

To be perfectly honest: You are putting me in a huge conflict of conscience here. What I can and will tell you is that your little brother wants a Fourth of July with his brother. And that he wants to celebrate the Fourth of July the way he's always imagined it. And for this he has defined a scenario on the Chronivac that will only become active if you execute it. What happens then, I can not tell you, that would be a breach of trust against your brother. And it would be above all a violation of what your brother wishes. Whether you will like it? I cannot say. But I can promise you that I will keep the process under control and make sure that nothing happens that cannot be undone. If you're up for it, on Friday morning, before you head home, hit the "Activate Scenario" button.

Friday morning. You're still unsure…. But what is the worst that can happen. Honestly? You don't know. But just because of your parents, you want a harmonious Fourth of July. So what? You press "Activate scenario". It's now 7:00 in the morning. Your flight leaves at 12:30. Shit, then you can go to the gym before. You can already pack your bag and take it with you. Actually, you've already got a decent pile of clothes ready, but there's definitely some sports gear missing. And do you really want to see the fireworks in a button-down shirt? It's supposed to be a hot evening. Fuck, where are the tank tops. After ten minutes your room looks like a bomb has hit it. And you stuffed your clothes into the gym bag just like that. In the side pocket are your sneakers, your socks and your water bottle with the second protein shake. You quickly drink the first one before you leave.

On your way to the gym, you remember that you left your laptop and books at your dorm. Huhuhu, it's the Fourth of July, there's no studying for a few days, there's celebrating. You've worked hard enough, you're allowed to treat yourself. There are only a few of the big boys in the gym. Of course, all the others are already on their way home. But after what you've seen of your not-so-little brothers on Instagram lately, you should pump up your muscles again. After all, you are the big brother. Fuck! Is it really 11:00 o'clock already? Then you have to go to the airport right now. Take a shower? You can forget it. You go once with the towel over your sweaty body, take a training jacket over the wet tank top and you chase your Mustang to the airport. Now every minute counts. And the only chance you have is to use every ounce of your charm. And damn it, you're doing great. Your radiant smile, discreet dancing of the pecs. And the lady at the counter still accepts your gym bag. And in the queue at the security check you are let in. And the boarding staff puts you in a free seat in business class. Because seriously, neither you nor your seatmates would have had any fun in the middle seat that was left in economy class. Because you really need a lot of space. And because, frankly, you stink. Fortunately, the two back rows in business class are empty.

In the in-flight program, you first watch a movie. But that is too exhausting for you. Then you discover the cartoon channel. And you can't stop laughing. Ren and Stimpy are simply the coolest of all. Especially Stimpy, he's just as dumb as you are sometimes. Huhuhu! When you turn your phone back on after landing, you have half a dozen messages from your lil bruh. Photos of his armpit. And the question if you can smell him yet. To the displeasure of the lady next to you at the baggage carousel, you send back a picture of your hairy cave and write that you beat all the stink.

Fuck, you both can't believe you haven't seen each other in a year. You almost crush each other as you hug. You both would have the strength to do that. Fuck, your lil bruh has become a beast. You don't take much from each other anymore. As you sit in the car and your brother drives off, he asks if you want to do a bruh-reunion pump before you go home. I thought you'd never ask, you reply with a laugh.

Happy Fourth of July to you both!

[hoonfication]

. . TWO TIMES A CH✶RM

━━━ 「 oh my god pls be fr 」

you left the restroom 10 minutes ago as you are now standing infront of the office just as you were about to knock a voice suddenly spoke from behind you

“[name]?” said a familiar voice you turned around and there stood the person you didn’t think you’d see again but the voice didn’t come from xiao instead it came from the person beside him

“it is” he chuckled, he has dark blue hair with green or blue highlights at the end you couldn’t really tell but he looked really familiar you just couldn’t remember where you’ve seen him

xiao glared at his friend before he spoke “I’m sorry about venti I hope you still recognize him” now you remember, venti he’s xiao’s bestfriend since high school how didn’t you recognize him?

“hey” you greeted him “I love what you did with your hair” you said trying not to make it sound awkward

“thanks” he smiled the air was filled with tension and silence before venti speaks up again “what’s with the awkwardness? its not like you both don’t have a history together you guys should really lighten up” he chuckled

xiao sent him a dirty look before he spoke “are you here to get your dorm key?” xiao asked giving you a small awkward smile “yeah” you muttered

“should we knock?” he asked again you nodded as you turn back to the door and knocked when you heard a small but audible “come in” you twisted the doorknob as you three came in one by one

the room was compact with drawers filled with documents and files surrounding the room from floor to desk the woman behind the desk was typing on her computer when she finally looked up at the three of you “here to get your dorm keys, I suppose?” she asked in a bored tone

the three of you nodded as she looked back at the computer typing again before speaking “last names?” she asked “Barbatos” venti said “you short one” she asked indicating xiao, venti had to look away to prevent himself from laughing “Alatus” xiao responded clearly preventing himself to roll his eyes the lady nodded before pointing her pen at you “[last name]” you responded as you three watch her type again

“Barbatos you’re roommates with Kaedehara Kazuha, here’s your dorm key and rules can be found at the campus blog online” she says as she handed venti his keys “now for the two of you let’s start with [last name]” she said as she typed “oh.. seems like you’re roommates with Alatus”

“excuse me?” you both said at the same time “there must be a mistake” you say not believing what you just heard “I don’t get paid enough for this, look there’s no mistake please just take the key and go” she said in a firm tone handing you both your dorm keys

“the rules are posted on the online blog of the campus just check online or something” she said as she points to the door “now go”

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# NOTES | I searched Google venti has no last name I had to improvise 😕

# IN WHICH — xiao, your boyfriend for three years suddenly breaks up with you through text and then leaves the country leaving you with no explanation at all three years had passed and here you are, you tell yourself you're over him and you're way more happy without him until you've heard that he's back oh that's fine you guys aren't even gonna see each other anyway wrong. seems like he's going to attend the same college as you and well you're just in luck turns out he's also your roommate

# TAGLIST — @thefandomcrow @sakiimeo @swivy123 @zappybatz @motherscrustytoenailclippings @chsyug @erisan01 @lylovw @scarletttcroww @retiredmommylover @sukunasrealgf @onmywaytoteyvat @mjtalksaboutanything @chronicfic @otomegame-oneshots @yukisluv @urdads

[starlightrows]

Hey Krax 💙! For the EOY asks, could I ask:

2. A piece you're proud of and why

12. A concept you'd like to develop next year

20. Something that made you laugh

21. Something that made you emotional?

Hello hello! Thanks for the ask Maia!! 💙

A piece you’re proud of and why

I would be insane not to say Hiding In Plain Sight. I have several series I’ve been working on in the last couple years, but this one really takes the cake. It is the only long fic I have ever completed. It started as just a funny idea to explain why Wolffe was moody and bitchy in the Mercy Mission episode, and spiraled into a full on novel with an original main character that has grown out beyond the confines of the empty description-less shell of a reader-insert she was initially created for. I have loved getting to develop her, my interpretation of Wolffe, and their relationship to each other and their teammates. And I am immensely proud of it.

A concept you’d like to develop next year

Not necessarily a concept, but this year I do plan to go back and remaster Hiding In Plain Sight to be an original character instead of self insert. Include Violet’s name and more of her backstory and get this story printed and bound for my book shelf!

I am also, finally going to be revisiting the Boba Fett and Jango Fett stories that I shelved to focus my attention on Hiding In Plain Sight. I want to reevaluate the initial plans I had for both of those stories and make them more cohesive.

And finally, I think I want to just start going through some of those tag games/prompt lists and just start writing some of them. Not worry about spinning them into larger stories or anything. I haven’t written one shots in years. And I would love to get back to that!

Something that made you laugh

Not really Star Wars related at all. Or even related to me as a writer. But I have been trying to find this fic I read back in 2017. My very first college roommate was a nerdy gal like me and loved fanfic too! And she sent me one of her favorite fics that was a Bucky Barnes x reader, during the 30’s when they were kids. I tried like hell to find this story and finally gave up and messaged her on tumblr about it.

I could have texted her. It wouldn’t have been that weird. But I hm’d and ha’d over it for months. And finally finally finally just asked her. She got back to me a few weeks later…. Because normal people like her don’t live on their tumblr and only check their dash/feed once a week…. Should have just texted her.

I go through all of this rigmarole and get my grubby little hands on the fic. Only to realize it wasn’t at all like I remembered, and the tropes I was remembering about it were barely present. I was remembering the rewrite version of it I wrote in my god damn notes app over 7 years ago! Oh well!

To my roommate, thank you for sending it to me. It is still a good fic! I feel so dumb for not just texting or calling you. I made myself laugh.

Something that made you emotional

Writing the last few scenes of Hiding In Plain Sight made me cry. Violet saying goodbye to Slush wasn’t actually something I had initially planned on. I was in a sort of writing flow and it just came out that way.

And of course I cried like a baby when I closed the document and realized I finished it. It was a very strange feeling. And more strange that I didn’t know who to tell or how to celebrate it. It was very emotional for me

[kursed-curtain]

Hear Me Out

A Kyle and Larry ficlet (and a rewrite of A Sharp Set of Hearing - a fic from one year ago~)

-=🌷=-

Kyle grew up with stories of his heritage strung to his heart - like a somber melody he could play by ear. Tales of the fae realm, of tricksters who stole from humans, and how their kind had faded away over time. The people of Daventry didn't take kindly to 'inhuman' creatures. From goblins, to fairies, and even… elves. Kyle rubbed the tip of his own pointed ears as he brushed his hair out of the way.

The only human that Kyle had told about his elven heritage was Larry.

Larry was curious about elves, and others who weren't native to his homeland, but he was also supportive of Kyle and Kyle's wish to keep his elf nature hidden. Larry helped plenty with hiding the whole thing, including double-checking that Kyle's hair covered up his ears when he was in public.

They shared stories about their lives with each other - for the more they understood each other, the better they could work together. Their differences were their strengths.

Kyle just wished others could see the same way.

-+-

Kyle and Larry couldn't remember the last time they went to a Daventry festival this lively. Ever since King Graham had been crowned, the kingdom gained a brand new splash of color to everything. The two of them were sent to patrol the festival grounds - though just because they were working didn't mean they couldn't have fun.

Often, with his high vantage point, Larry would point out an interesting looking stand, or Kyle would hear a merchant at one of the booths and make a mad dash to see what was being sold.

Eventually the two made their way across the festival towards one of Larry's favorite vendors - the sweet and pastry stand. Kyle was smiling from ear-to-ear, his heart melting a little at the sight of the handmade treats. Larry laughed, giving Kyle a quick tap on the helmet "Hey, hey, Kyle." Kyle looked up and Larry just smirked, "Let's go get some donuts."

Kyle just laughed, "Sounds like a plan!"

As the two walked away with their purchases - Kyle with his hearts and flowery fondant sprinkles, and Larry with his honey glaze donut - they saw crowds begin to form around the center stage.

"No one told me there was a performance today," Kyle muttered, "What do you think it's going to be?"

Larry leaned in and steered Kyle towards the stage, "Only one way to find out!"

Kyle stood on the tips of his toes. "What do you see up there, Larry?"

Larry squinted. "I see…"

A group of instrumentalists in gaudy outfits set up on stage. They brought drums and strings and a strange set of crystal balls held up by engraved handles.

Their lutanist strummed a note to test out the sound, and the note rang throughout the entire venue. Kyle jumped back in surprise, his ear twitching under his helmet. "When did lutes get so loud?" He groaned.

"It's not the lute, it's their crystals!" Larry pointed towards the crystal amplifiers, rippling with magic every time a note was played. Larry was enjoying himself, Kyle less so.

The rest of the band joined in, the drums and the cymbals causing Kyle to flinch. He gripped Larry's legs tighter, then closed his eyes and tried to drown out the noise with his own thoughts.

The sound simply rang through Kyle's metal helmet, enhancing the sound even more inside his armor.

Larry panicked when Kyle lurched back. "Kyle, what's going on?" All of Larry's focus was drawn away from the band and to Kyle. Kyle's knees simply buckled. Larry tried to call over the music again, "Kyle, what do you need?"

All Kyle could reply was a whimper.

Larry tapped on Kyle's shoulder, then steered Kyle towards a little recess between two buildings, far enough from the concert yet still in the festival grounds.

Kyle sat on a crate, breathing slowly. The adrenaline of the situation was still coursing through him, but he did his best to calm his nerves. Larry clambered off Kyle's shoulders and sat next to him.

"Can you help me take my helmet off?" Kyle's voice quavered.

Larry screwed Kyle's helmet off and placed it under his arm. Larry rubbed Kyle's back. "Are you alright?"

Kyle nodded, taking a deep breath in and releasing it. "Yeah. I think so. Just... a little frazzled." He laughed a little, trying to make light of the situation. "Who thought shiny rock music could get so loud?!"

Larry chuckled, "I think those were moreso metal crystals, but I'm not the geologist here!"

The two leaned into each other and laughed. Larry caressed the back of Kyle's aching ears. Kyle hummed giddily.

"Thanks Larry, I needed that." he said, feeling a bit of weight off his shoulders. "I'll be alright. But man… those crystals! How can anyone enjoy getting that close to them without going deaf?!"

"Yeah, it's like people want to not hear the concert. Very counterintuitive, if you ask me," Larry ribbed.

"Maybe they just want to feel the vibrations, or something." Kyle shrugged. "If only they knew how harmful it would be." He said, giving his ear a little rub.

Larry felt his own, rounded human ears. "Maybe it's just not as intense to them as it is to you?"

Kyle nodded "Probably," he sighed, "Another thing to add to the giant list of flaws…"

The sound of clanking metal boots approaching met Kyle's ears before it met Larry's. Kyle's ears perked up at the sound as he instinctively snatched his helmet from Larry and placed it back on. Kyle's eyes were wide, and he was looking all around now, like a mouse that just heard a housecat.

Larry's eyes darted around warily. "Kyle, what did you-"

"Ahem."

The two turned to meet the gaze of Royal Guard Number One.

"I see you two took your break without alerting anyone to cover for you."

Kyle and Larry sat up straight. "We apologize for that, sir." Kyle managed to utter.

"You could have at least taken your break somewhere closer to the concert." No.1 huffed.

Larry sighed. "We could, but it's-"

Another riff rang through the air, and Kyle winced like a dog at a dog whistle. Kyle flinched, putting his hands to his helmet. "It's… so… loud." he winced again. "I- we just… needed a spot away from humans."

"Humans?" No.1 tilted his head.

"I… I mean…" Kyle's eyes darted around in distress, looking for an excuse.

Larry chuckled a bit and turned to No1. "The music is just a little hard on Kyle's ears, is all." He shrugged, "Plus, I don't want to go deaf standing next to the stage. There needs to be new regulations on volume." Larry mentioned, hoping to throw No.1 off the scent. Larry turned to look down at Kyle, who had a relieved and thankful look on his face.

"Ah, do you need me to go find you earbuds?" No.1's tone shifted slightly, to something more sincere.

"You would really do that?" Kyle asked, hopeful.

No.1 nodded. "Anything I can do to assist. Would you like me to get you some for you too, Larry? I have plenty. That way both of you can return to work."

Larry saluted, "Of course, sir! Thanks a ton!"

No.1 turned about face and marched off, though still wondering what shenanigans those two were up to.

Kyle untensed his shoulders and he could finally relax. "Thank goodness. I thought he was gonna figure it out!" he whispered. Kyle smiled at Larry. "Thanks, Larry, for getting us out of that one."

Larry winked back at Kyle and smiled. "It's what we do." He reached his elbow across his body for Kyle to elbow bump him.

Larry leaned back, resting his head on the back wall. "Though, don't you think Number One would keep your secret safe?"

Kyle curled into himself.

"I mean," Larry rolled to look at Kyle. "He cares about the both of us; he cares about all the guards, really. Don't you think he's honorable enough to not mind?"

"I don't think it's possible for him to 'not mind' anything," Kyle mumbled, "He's firm about his traditional values. I've told you the stories, right?" Kyle looked Larry in the eyes, desperation on his face. "What if he realizes and he… I don't know, what if he discharges me?"

Larry held Kyle's hands. "Not on my watch, he won't."

The two of them turned as Number One came back with a set of earplugs. Apparently he had spares - Maybe they were for all the times the guards spent causing chaos.

Kyle grabbed a pair, removed his helmet, and put the earplugs in his ears. The relief of being able to silence that horrible noise was almost euphoric. "Wow, this is fantastic." He said, "Thank you!"

No.1 nodded. Then he stared, tilting his head again.

Kyle wondered what was up with No.1. Larry was mouthing something. Whispering, possibly. "I can't hear you, I have earplugs in!" Kyle reminded. He wiggled his ears in emphasis, then realized No.1 was staring at them… At his ears.

Kyle's face flushed clean of any color.

"Oh those are... Um... Kyle's ear warmers!" Larry tried to make an excuse. He held onto Kyle's sensitive ear tips.

Touching the tips was a particularly rude gesture for elves, but this wasn't the time for Kyle to point it out. "Yes! That's it! Ear warmers." Kyle said with a nervous smile. "We... uh... it gets cold out here, you know?" he whispered, trying to act natural, even though his breathing was shaky.

No.1 didn't respond.

"What, you've never seen someone use ear warmers before?" Larry said, nervously laughing. "What kind of guard would you be if you've never worn them on chilly nights?" He chuckled some more.

"Your ears are cold in this blazing heat…" No.1 practically pierced through every lie they told right into Kyle's soul.

Kyle gulped, his stomach turning over. He could feel his heart racing, his ears getting red and more sensitive than usual, like he was about to combust. 'Get a hold of yourself,' he thought. 'You're blowing your cover.'

Larry was definitely sweating, his eyes darting from side to side as well.

Kyle and Larry looked at each other, knowing the other was thinking the same thing - 'Should we just tell the truth?'

At the same time, Kyle and Larry nodded to each other.

"You know what?" Kyle said, "You're right. These... these aren't ear warmers after all." He said nervously. He looked at his partner. "I... I'm an elf. A half-elf." His ears twitched as he said that last part.

No.1 cleared his throat. "Well-"

Larry jumped between Kyle and No1. "Sir, I'm not allowing you to discharge Kyle."

Larry turned to Kyle with a look like 'I got you.' Kyle held a look of gratitude on his face.

The guard put his hands up. "Wait. Wait. Calm down. I'm not discharging him." He looked at Kyle. "Is it true? You're an elf?" He said the last part with disbelief, "I thought all of them were gone."

"...The kingdom had a majority of fae banished for their suspected crimes against the kingdom." No.1 continued. "I just didn't suspect you would be one."

Kyle felt a chill run down his spine. "W-well I'm not here for revenge or to carry out any crimes,"

Larry added, "Kyle's trustworthy, and a strong asset to the guards, too!"

Kyle nodded, trying to hide his reddening face at the indirect compliment. "I promise I'm here to serve the kingdom and keep it safe."

After an unreadable silence, No.1 cleared his throat. "I believe you've been a guard long enough to prove that you aren't up to anything."

Kyle and Larry let out their breaths they'd been holding. Kyle smiled, "I'm glad that's off my chest! Though," he looked to No.1, "I still want to keep this a secret from most people, just to keep safe, but I can't keep it all inside forever." Kyle stood between No.1 and Larry. "You two can be… you can be my confidants, of sorts."

Number One put a hand on Kyle's shoulder and knelt to meet Kyle's eyes. "I'll leave it up to you if you want to reveal this to any others, but just know that I will defend you against the people who oppose your kind. Mark my words."

"I really, really appreciate that." Kyle said, giving No.1 a warm smile. Kyle felt a huge weight off his shoulders. "It's been hard, keeping it a secret, but you're right - my actions so far are proof I'm here for the right reason."

Larry hugged Kyle. "No matter what you are, you're always Kyle, and the best guard I know."

Kyle laughed, "Okay, the cheese is melting, you're in cheese territory!" Larry held Kyle, giggling the entire time.

"Not to interrupt," No.1 said, with a slight smile - glad to see them happy again, "But I believe it's about time you two return to work."

Larry leaned into Kyle. "Ready to get back out there?"

Kyle grabbed Larry's hand. "Absolutely, let's get out of here." Kyle said eagerly, like his normal self again. Kyle bent down and Larry sat on his shoulders.

Kyle turned back to No.1. "Thank you so much, Number One. I really appreciate your help." Kyle shook No.1's hand. "You're amazing."

The duo put on their helmets with a clang, muffled by their earplugs, then set off to watch the concert once more.

[guardianssystem]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT'S SO MUCH WORSE THAN THAT

We'd personally like to add a bit of context to this, as someone who's known the system who made that post IRL for about 8 years now and blocked them this morning for this and worse. (But please don't harass them, it's not worth it.) Note, we are a diagnosed traumagenic DID system.

Found out they'd been lying to us for over a year, telling us they support/are neutral on endos. We'd stopped talking to them about 2 years ago because they and their girlfriend told us that defending endogenic systems was like fighting over a toy, as well as them generally insulting parts of our identity. They compared somebody's identity to a toy. Then a couple months after that, they reached out to us with "Hey can you tell me more about endogenic systems, I'd like to support them"

So of course we explained endos to them, gave them the medical research we had, and they told us they supported endos. Didn't talk a lot.

Few months later, they took to messaging us a lot more, when the topic of endos came up again they said they were neutral but didn't mind them. They told us they'd read what we'd sent them when we sent it again, and we said that we were happy to answer any questions about it.

Cut to recently, after they'd repeatedly been stalking us, been friends with someone who'd tried to manipulate and abuse us and our partner @theharbingerofxhaos , been friends with our brother who has sexually abused multiple transmasc minors in our community (we're transmasc), told us they liked us/loved us/had a crush on us, repeatedly broken boundaries we'd set, lied about people they were friends with, asked us out on valentines day when they have a girlfriend, we're engaged, and we'd asked them not to, alongside a bunch of other fucking weird stuff, we stopped talking to them and restricted their access on our accounts.

We did tell them something, though - that if the topic of endos came up on their TikTok account, which is what they're referencing here, they should delete the comment or just not address it, because of how horrible TikTok is. They agreed that's what they would do.

Now this morning, after we'd restricted them, they sent us a message saying they'd had a comment about endos, so we checked their TikTok profile to see if they'd responded.

Yeah, they had.

One thing to note, the previous video was them saying Fake Disorder Cringe and similar were horrible subreddits and awful and shitty and so on and only ever caused harm. That screenshot is a comment on their video about the subreddits.

Now in the video about endos they made, they had gone against everything we had told them and sent them, knowingly ignored everything we'd ever told them, and while only referencing disordered systems, claimed endos were just systems that didn't remember their trauma. Despite us already having told them, yknow, many endogenic systems know they have trauma and know they weren't formed from it, and that plurality isn't just disordered. They invalidated endogenic systems, and said they didn't exist.

When we asked them about it? They told us they hadn't read anything we sent, they didn't understand what we were talking about, and that they'd done their own research by reading a book on "dissociative disorders and parts". They'd said in a comment that they didn't support endos because there were no "medical books" on endos, and told us directly that unless they read a physical hard copy of a book about endos, they didn't exist. Then when we pointed out they'd been lying to us about being neutral, they claimed they were still neutral, despite saying endogenic systems don't exist, because they hadn't directly stated endogenic systems don't exist, despite doing exactly that.

Note here, we've had the exact same thing happen to us with an ex a few years ago, who repeatedly lied to us about being endo-supportive and caused us a severe amount of trauma. The poster knew this, and still lied anyway.

They lied, and kept denying that they lied, as well as ignoring whatever we tried to tell them, because they were so convinced they hadn't lied to us. Eventually, we gave up. They'd done it multiple times. They'd broken boundaries. They'd been transphobic before, while being trans, and ignored it when we pointed it out. They'd invalidated other traumagenic systems, invalidated trauma, repeatedly and knowingly ignored us, and insulted us over the years. They'd been pretty anti-recovery and offensive. So we blocked them, and thought it was over until this popped up on our feed. And from what we can tell, that post was made before our conversation. Not to mention, they told us they didn't have a Reddit account.

So yeah we're really fucking glad we saw this because we feel way less shit about blocking them now. Please, nobody harass them. It's not worth it. They've been a piece of shit for years now, and no matter what we've done, they haven't changed. They are a medically recognised traumagenic DID system, and are in the process of a diagnosis. We introduced them to the concept of a system years ago, when we'd just found out, and helped them figure out they were one.

(Happy to provide receipts in DMs to anyone who really wants them, not gonna post private info publicly tho)

TLDR; the poster has been a fucking awful person for a while

Thanks Sophie, lol

-Marcus

(Post addition from Xhaos)

We've had a lot of distrust of this person even before we met, since he started talking to Guardians again, he would flirt with us behind our back, attempted to date Guardians multiple times and has been the cause of repeated mental breakdowns on both sides. We had a feeling for awhile they were anti endo still, but they attempted to date him (with us and behind our back) repeatedly just because they have a life they enjoy trauma dumping onto Guardians. They've been more shitty and creepy than he even remembers right now due to stress and dissociation. They have also caused a plethora of headmates to go dormant, etc. for both us and Guardians. They've utterly attempted to ruin our lives, so we are quite glad things finally came into the light.

-Moira (Supervised by Ashe, so we do not brag about being right too much.)

Anti-endo posts to r/systemscringe. Face gets eaten by leopards.

Their reply was removed. Luckily, you can still find it on their profile.

Remember, sharing you have a disorder is against the rules of the r/systemscringe subreddit.

(u/Bugzxvi was also the author of this misinformation post about endogenic systems on r/DIDcringe a few weeks ago.)

I really don't know what OP expected. 🤷‍♀️

I don't support fakeclaiming, but it's also really hard to feel an ounce of sympathy when they're engaging with the hate.

So here's your daily reminder: r/systemscringe is a vile ableist hatesub. They do not support systems. Even if you think that you're "one of the good ones," they are not safe for you. Don't expect to find acceptance from these people.

[obsessedelusional]

In Your Dreams

parings ✦ Eddie x Reader

summary ✦ Eddie was your childhood best friend. What happens when he was a dirty dream about you? Will it tear you apart or bring you two closer? contains smut

authors note ✦ I keep saying this but I appreciate all the love, my latest one shot has almost 1k notes like wtf???? I’m nearly at 100 followers it’s fucking crazy omg a week ago I posted something to test the waters and now I’m addicted to writing for y’all. Someone sent me a request like what? that’s so cool. hope you enjoy this let me know!! Cuz I’m just getting started I have so many ideas. feedback and reblogs appreciated <3

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“What the hell was that?” Eddie groans looking down at his morning hard on. The details of the dream he had replaying in his mind, over and over again. He just had a sex dream about his best friend.

Eddie still remember the day you moved to Hawkins. You were so young, moving into a trailer a few spots down from him. Eddie was only nine years old and was ecstatic when he found out there was a kid moving just down the street. He was surprised when he found out you were actually a little girl but that never changed anything. Didn’t take very long for you two to become best friends.

Never once had he thought about you in any way but platonic. Sure he knew you were beautiful. He also definitely noticed when your breast started to grow in junior high but tried his best not to stare. Even when Jeff and Gareth were gawking at you, whispering behind your back. Eddie always telling them to shut the fuck up.

So when Eddie woke up from a dream he remembered so vividly, the dream where he was balls deep in someones pussy. Only to look up and it was you, smiling down at Eddie. The worst part is he enjoyed it even more when he realized it was you. The sound of his alarm had woke him up from the wet dream.

He thought for a moment about rubbing it out but deciding that’d be too weird. Stroking his cock while thinking of his best friend. Instead letting himself suffer, giving him self blue balls.

Eddie’s been giving you rides to school ever since he saved up enough money to purchase the van. Something you’ve done hundreds of times. This morning it felt different, Eddie wasn’t nearly as friendly as he normally was.

“Hey Teddy.” You smile, climbing into the passenger seat. Calling him the nickname he pretended to hate but you knew he secretly loved it.

“Hey,” he says flatly, not daring to look your direction.

“Everything okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He finally looks your way and gives you a not so reassuring smile. Only for you to notice he’s shoots a glance to your chest. He notices you noticing and scrambles to start the car. What the fuck was that?

The drive was filled with silence, not a word said between you two. The tension thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Pulling up to school Eddie gets out without saying a word, leaving you in the car alone.

Your mind starts to race, trying to remember what you could of possibly done to make him so short with you. Also what was that about, he was definitely checking your tits out. You look down at your cleavage, it’s not anything more then it usually was. Eddie’s seen you in less and never let his eyes wonder.

—

The first half of the school day was absolutely miserable for Eddie. Normally couldn’t focus in class but today it was ten times worse. The mental image of your chest bouncing in his face as you rode his cock, heavy on his mind. Walking from class to class, book covering his boner.

He felt terrible for being so short with you but when he did look your way he was most definitely checking you out. Which you noticed so he freaked out and drove off, not saying a single word to you. Even leaving you alone in his van. He cursed himself for being so rude knowing he’d have to see you at lunch, the meeting tonight and when he gives you a ride home. Thinking to himself, ‘I could give her something else to ride’ before pushing the thoughts away as quick as they came.

—

When lunch finally rolls around, your a little late but you make your way to the lunch table. You’ve sat here hundreds of times, only this time Eddie was no where to be seen. Your sat next to Jeff, quiet which was strange for you.

“Everything ok?” Jeff asks, noticing the change in your behavior and the absence of Eddie.

“I dunno, Eddie was really weird this morning.”

“How so?”

“So short with me. Haven’t seen him since, I feel like he’s avoiding me. I saw he yesterday and everything was okay. Suddenly this morning he can’t stand to be near me.”

You sigh frustrated, “Do you know what his deal is?”

“Never know with that dude.” He laughs, obviously not taking this as seriously as you.

“Where even is he? We always have lunch together at this table.”

“I have no idea.”

“He’ll have no choice but to face me at tonight’s meeting.” You groan annoyed, standing up deciding to head to class early. No reason to sit here and let your mind race with the worst possible outcomes.

-

“Yo Eddie what’s your deal?” Jeff asks walking into the drama room. Eddie is busy setting up for DND.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been totally M.I.A today dude. Stressing y/n out.” Jeff says, plopping down in his regular seat.

“Nothing. It’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” He mumbles to him self as the rest of the guys start to pile in.

“She totally likes you, don’t give her the cold shoulder dude.” Eddie looks at Jeff more confused then ever.

“Wait what? There’s no way.”

“Dude be so fucking for real right now. I know your a little slow but it’s so apparent.” Jeff laughs.

“What? Y’all talking about Y/Ns undying love for Eddie?” Dustin chimes in, laughing with Jeff.

“You guys don’t know what your talking about.” Eddie says matter of factly.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask startling Eddie. None of them had noticed your arrival.

“Nothing.” Eddie spits out. Against your better judgement you take a seat next to him. You sat next to him every time, so what makes today any different. That’s until you realize all eyes are on you.

“Just tell me.” You whine, curious what you interrupted. Wondering if it has to do with why Eddie’s acting so weird today.

“Just talking about how you have a giant crush on Munson.” Gareth laughs, everyone shoots him a ‘why the fuck did you say that’ type of look.

“In your dreams.” You tease, laughing because they’re right and now your embarrassed. Your attention goes to Eddie trying to gauge his reaction but his eyes go wide. Can’t even look your way. He stands up and runs out of the room, leaving you behind with the guys staring at you.

“Gareth why would say that?” You say before leaving the room to follow Eddie. Knowing that things will probably never be the same.

“Eddie wait!” You yell as your catching up to his van, where’s he’s sat inside. Just as your about to let yourself in he locks the doors from the inside.

“What the fuck Eddie? Why are you avoiding me?” He turns the key in the ignition like he’s going to leave.

“I swear to god Eddie if you leave me I will show up at your house, break your fucking door down. You will have to talk to me sooner or later.” He sighs giving up and shutting the car off before unlocking the door so you can get in. You sit in silence for a few moments unsure of what to say.

“Is this about what Gareth said?” You speak up. Eddie’s looking out the window, his body language is stiff.

“Did I do something? Whatever I did I’m sorry I hate whatever this is. This has been the worst day ever.” Eddie’s heart aches knowing that your so torn up because he’s too scared to look at you after the dirty dream he had. Awakening feelings he didn’t know he had. Wondering if they’ve always been there just too afraid to act on them because he never wants to lose you.

“No you didn’t do anything.” He finally speaks up.

“Then what is it?” Silence fills the air again.

“You know you can tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I’m terrified.” He says his voice low and shaky.

“Of what Eddie?”

“That if I say what I’m thinking I’m going to say. You’re gonna run away. I can’t lose you.”

“You’re never gonna lose me. Just spit it out.” Eddie’s hands cover her face before he lets out a large sigh.

“I had a dream about you.”

“What were we doing?” You ask, curiously.

“We were uhhh,” his voice trails off. Now you need to know what this dream consisted of. You have an idea.

“Say it.”

“We were fucking.” He finally says hands still shielding his face.

“How did that make you feel?” You ask, scooting closer.

“I liked it. Probably liked it too much. Then when Gareth opened his fat fucking mouth you said in your dreams, I lost it like fuck she has to know. How the fuck did you know?” He whines, removing his hands so he can finally face you.

“I didn’t.” You laugh.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I can’t stop reliving the dream in my mind, walking around with a boner all fucking day.” You look to his crotch and there is a tent in his jeans. It turns you on thinking you’ve caused Eddie all this torture today.

“I bet the real life thing is ten times better.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Maybe we can make your dream a reality. Just an idea.” You shrug your shoulders, trying so hard to read Eddie’s response.

“Are you being serious?” He questions.

“What exactly were we doing?” Eddie’s dick twitches thinking about his dream for the millionth time today. Excited because it might become true.

“You were on top.”

“On top of what?” You ask innocently, wanting to hear all the details.

“Me. You we’re riding me, your tits bouncing in my face.” His voice is shaky and you’re enjoying it.

“Is that why I caught you staring at my cleavage today?” Eddie nods yes like he’s to ashamed to admit out loud.

“It’s okay, you can look. You can even touch if you want.” Eddie looks but it’s not nearly enough for you.

“Can I kiss you?” He nods yes again and you waste no time, kissing his lips. Eddie’s hesitant but that quickly fades when you guide his hand under your shirt, he cups your breast. You take the opportunity to explore the tent in his jeans, palming his dick through his jeans. He lets out a small moan so you pull away from the kiss.

“Did you like that?” You ask hand still on his groin.

“Yeah.”

“I can make you feel so good. You want that?” You ask, still palming his cock through his jeans. Eddie moans yes, so you lead him to the back of his van.

“Here?” He asks, getting comfortable.

“Yeah we’ll just have to keep it down.” You grin sitting between his legs pulling the waist of jeans down along with his underwear. Revealing his large throbbing dick, pre cum sitting on his tip.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this?” You start pumping his cock, watching the pleasure flood his face. Small whimpers leaving his mouth.

“So good,” he whines.

“I bet. Walking around all day long hard because of me? No way to release it.” He nods as your lips meet with the tip of his penis before swallowing as much as you can. Your tongue moving as you go up and down. You hand playing with his balls. You look up and through your lashes you can see Eddie unfolding in front of you. His moans fill the van, not being quiet at all. Eddie starts pushing down on the back of your head, forcing you to gag on his dick. Tears start to fill your eyes. You can feel the pool growing in your panties.

You push against his hands to catch your breath, spitting all saliva that’s built up onto his dick. Going back down on him, this time pushing your own limits. Making your self gag on his giant cock.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” Eddie speaks panting. You stop what you’re doing and start taking your shorts and panties off, aligning your entrance with his cock.

“You weren’t wearing a shirt,”

“What?” You ask confused.

“In my dream.” You laugh before ripping it off throwing it to the side. Eddie’s eyes gawk at your exposed tits, even bigger and better than he had imagined. You grab his hand, leading it so he can feel how wet your cunt is.

“See how wet you make me.” You moan as he explores your pussy, fingers sliding through your lips before making slow circles on your clit.

“It’s about you today. Making your dreams come true, Teddy.” He helps you line up his dick with your hole. You slowly drop onto it, enveloping his whole cock with your warm wet pussy.

“Fuck.” Both of you are moaning. You move your hips back and forward, Eddie’s hands find you hips, guiding you. His dick fills you up perfectly. You’ve never felt so full. It’s like his dick was made for your pussy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie whines.

“Everything you’ve ever dreamt of?”

“Yes,” he moans, you drop to his level still riding him so you can kiss him intensely. You’re sweating, it’s hot as fuck in this van. The windows fogging up. The thought of possibly being caught turning you both on more. You pull away so you can pick up your pace. Eddie’s hands find their way to your boobs, squeezing tightly.

“I’m so close,” he says.

“Cum inside me.” You purr sending Eddie over the edge. His warm cum shoots inside you, you ride out his high slowing down.

You lay down next to him, breathing heavily. You two take a moment to catch your breaths. Trying to wrap your mind around what just happened and what would happen after this. You two could never go back to just being friends.

“I feel terrible.” You whip your head towards him.

“I just sucked your dick and then rode it till you came inside me and you feel terrible?” Anger threatening to come out in your voice.

“It was amazing. I just so caught up in it I didn’t make you finish.”

“I said today was about you. Making your dream come true. It can be all about me next time.” You laugh.

“Next time?” He asks.

“If you want that.”

“I definitely want that.”

“Good.” You smile kissing him one more time.

—

“What happened? Where did you guys go?” Jeff asks as you two sheepishly rejoin them in the drama room.

“We talked it out,” Eddie says sitting down. More like fucked it out but whatever.

“Just made his dream come true.” You laugh, Eddie shoots you a look.

“What?” Jeff asks.

“Ignore her.” Eddie demands and everyone goes back to playing DND. Eddie and you spend the whole game eye fucking each other. Counting down the minutes till you’d have him alone again, him doing the same.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Crossfire

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (featuring platonic Steve)

Warnings: Language

Summary: You’re caught in the crossfire when Eddie is accused of murder.

Eddie’s whole life had gone to hell in a matter of hours. He was somewhat fortunate that this ragtag team found him to explain what was happening even if it wasn’t making a lot of sense. His mind wandered to the people in his life who were just as confused, his uncle, his friends, you.

“Shit.” Eddie sighed, his whole body sinking. “Is Y/n okay?”

Robin offered a kind smile despite their situation. “They’re fine. I spoke with them this morning and filled them in.”

Steve pushed himself off the pillar that he was leaning against and checked his watch.

“Actually, that was half an hour ago. They should have been here by now.” He noted curiously. Looking up, he noticed that the comment drew all eyes to him - particularly Eddie’s which were filled with a new kind of fear.

“You don’t think that this ‘Vecna’…?” The D&D player became more agitated as the thought of Y/n’s limbs being contorted took over his mind.

Steve’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No - I mean, I don’t think so. Besides imagine if he tried.” He mused which received audible backlash.

“Dude, not funny.”

“They’re out there.”

“Read the room.”

Steve raised his hands defensively and silenced the cabin. “Jesus! I was just saying that if Vecna came after Y/n, they’d probably knock his teeth out.”

Eddie lowered his snacks, highly unamused. “Really, Harrington? You think they can defeat something none of us can see?”

Steve, now feeling bad and slightly anxious on the matter, made a decision to ease everyone’s minds. “Look, I’ll drive into town and see where they are. They probably held up at a traffic light or something.”

Pushing himself off the pillar, Steve grabbed the keys from his pocket and carefully snuck out to his car.

Dustin crept over to the window to watch his friend leave. When the car engine started and then backed out of the driveway, he turned back around to Eddie.

“Don’t worry, Steve’ll find them.” He reassured.

Max leaned forward and sent the young man a smile. “He’s also right too. About Y/n, I mean. If anyone can stick it to Vecna, it’s them.”

Dustin nodded as a memory came to mind. “Remember that demigorgon two years ago? Most badass thing I’ve seen.”

After your call with Robin, she requested that you grab some of Eddie’s favourite candy bars from the video store before heading out to meet with them. It was an easy little ‘break in’ since Robin told you where to find the spare key and you left money on the register to compensate for the bars and bag of pretzels in your hand.

As you stepped out and began to lock up, there were a few shadows that appeared on the door pane. With a final click, you pocketed the key and turned to see Jason and his basketball group lingering at the front.

“Hey Y/n, funny seeing you here.” Jason said, casually peering around and into the shop.

You squinted at his behaviour. “It’s a weekend.”

Jason chuckled and nodded. “It is. Don’t you typically spend your weekends with that Freak Munson - sorry, I mean Eddie? Have you seen him around lately?”

“I haven’t actually.” You stepped to the left with the intention to walk around them, a hand grabbed your shoulder and drove enough force to push you backwards into the door.

“What the hell Jason?”

“Do you know that he was the last person with Chrissy last night?” He asked.

Of course you knew this. Eddie told you about why Chrissy reached out and how he wanted to help her. Then she was found dead in his trailer and all eyes went to him as a suspect. Robin reached out to explain Vecna’s involvement but it’s not like you could explain that.

“I saw him last night before heading home. That was the last time. I don’t spend every waking minute with him.” You pushed his hand away to move out of his trap when Jason pressed his free hand against your throat suddenly.

The basketball team took a step back, quite surprised with their leader.

“You know what I think? I think you and the Freak planned this like the twisted and sadistic psychopaths that you are.” Jason accused, pressing a bit harder. “Where is the freak?”

You clawed at his hands to shove him away but it was useless until a car pulled up. The door opened and someone stepped out. “What the hell is going on?” Steve questioned angrily.

Startled, the basketball team urged Jason to let go before they backed off and fled the scene.

Steve rushed over to you and placed a gentle hand over your shoulder.

“Hey. Shit - are you okay?” He asked, checking you over for injuries. “Are you hurt?”

You pulled your jacket to sit properly over your shoulder, pocketed the pretzels and shook your head starting towards his car. “I just want to get out of here.”

The ride back was quiet and you preferred it that way. Steve was kind enough not to press but he knew that Nancy could get you to open up if you were shaken. He’s known you to take on Upside Down monsters without fear but human monsters were a different breed.

Steve pulled up to the boathouse and switched off the ignition. You got out of the car and followed Steve through to the back door and entered the room. You saw the kids, Nancy and Robin and you flashed a small smile. Turning around, you saw a glimpse of Eddie just before he dove into your arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank god you’re okay.” He mumbled against your skin. Feeling nothing but relief to see him again, you stayed silent and just hugged him back, ignoring the audience.

Nancy leaned over to Steve as he stood beside her and Robin before she spoke softly. “Was it Vecna?”

Steve exhaled and shook his head, glancing over at you. “Jason Carver, actually. Managed to get to them before he and his basketball chums began lynching.”

Eddie overheard the conversation and noticed some bruises peeking through from beneath your shirt. But before he could question it, you had stepped back and then turned to the group.

“So where are we at with Vecna?” You asked.

“He’s still in the Upside Down. So once we have a way through…” Max began.

“You can kick his ass!” Dustin interjected with a clap. “Boom! Vecna’s toast and we clear Eddie.”

You nodded. “And until then should I lay low here?”

Steve shook his head, crossing his arms. “That’s not a good idea. If you stay here, they’ll think you’re in league with Eddie and it’ll make things a lot worse. It might be best to…”

“Say we broke up.” Eddie finished.

You frowned and whipped around. “What?”

Eddie’s eyes were sad and desperate. He didn’t know what else to do. “Y/n, Jason got to you. If you keep defending me, you might get hurt or worse and I can’t.”

Scoffing, you pulled the packet of pretzels from your pocket and threw it at him. “I’m not telling people we broke up. It’s dumb and I-”

“And you could never pull it off.” Robin agreed and noticed that everyone was staring at her. Realising that she spoke out loud, Robin smiled and shrugged. “I mean, we’ve all seen it right. One mention of Eddie and it’s like he’s just phantom kissed Y/n.”

Steve rolled his eyes at how this conversation was unfolding and shook his head.

“No one’s breaking up with anyone. We just avoid Jason for now. Stick to the story that you haven’t seen Eddie since the game and take it from there.” He instructed.

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One Powerful Motivator - Bucky Barnes x Reader | Smut

Summary: Bucky gets jealous when another man puts his hands on his property.

Word Count: 2,993

Date Posted: 08.21.2022

TW: Choking, Breeding, Bondage, Orgasm Control, Praise.

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B: Don’t forget about our play date later. 

Bucky sent you that text early this morning, reminding you of your plans to meet up. The thought of what he had planned shot heat through you. You had to push the thought away as you got prepared for your work day, the freezing winter morning setting you right. 

The day passed slowly as you kept checking the clock every twenty minutes, wanting the day to be over from the moment it began. 

J: Girls night! 

The text from Jade came through. Shit, You thought, I totally forgot. You texted Bucky, telling him of your mistake. 

B: Have fun! I’ll pick you up from the club at 8, I don’t want you driving. DO. NOT. GET. DRUNK.

Y/n: Yes, Sir. 

B: Good girl

You were practically vibrating with excitement. Yet, somehow you think that Bucky planned your play date on girls night purposely.

You’d met Bucky over a year ago by accident. Quite literally by accident. You spilt your drink on him at your office’s annual holiday party. It just so happens that you’re actually really good friends with the boss’s personal assistant Jade, and the two of you conspired to get the party hosted at a local club. A favorite club of the two of you, that you frequented for your monthly girls night with Eve from accounting. Turns out accounting girls party hard. She could out drink you most of the time. 

- Over a Year Ago - 

“God,” You gagged, half hiding behind Jade, “Adam from IT will not stop flirting with me.” 

“What do you have against the IT boys?” Evelyn laughed, another mini-shot of rum into a cup full of coke. 

“I don’t have anything against them, it’s just that Adam never showers! You’re lucky he doesn’t hang out at your desk every chance he gets. Anytime he has to deal with an IT issue for us he always stops at my desk for like a half hour after. He smells like a gym sock.” You whined. 

“Thank god HR can’t hear you.” Jade chuckled, “Oh wait, you are HR.” 

“And yet, you’d think Adam would be more aware of the sexual harassment policy.” Eve handed you the spiked drink. 

“Yeah, and I can’t get him fired because he’s our boss’s son. Stupid fucking rich people. Fuck that’s strong, Eve, I’m not built like you!” 

“God, I can’t stand Carver.” Jade snorted. “But he pays me too fucking much for me to quit.” 

“Yeah don’t remind me that you’re the most over paid person here.” 

“Do you want to get calls at two in the morning to help him with his B.S? Cus I’ll trade.” 

“Nope!” You and Eve said at the same time. You wouldn’t wish Jade’s job on anyone, for any reason. 

“I’m gonna go get food from the bar.” You dismissed yourself from your friends, taking your drink with you. 

“Y/n,” The bartender greeted you with a smile. “Your usual?” 

“Hey Dave!” You grinned, “I would but I have to be on my best behavior tonight.” 

He chuckled at your little pretend pout. “Ah, you’re with the Obrams party.” 

“Correct, so it’s soda sippin’ for me. Anyway I need some food, you got mozz sticks? Tell me you got mozz sticks.” 

“Don’t worry, Girl, I got your Mozz sticks, I’ll even get them garlic parm like you like.” 

“You’re the love of my life Dave.” 

“They’ll be up in 10, I’ll put them on the Obrams’ tab for you.” 

“Beautiful.” 

You turned away from the bar, hardly taking a step before slamming into a thick sturdy chest, spilling your rum and coke all over this poor man’s pristine white t-shirt. 

“Fuck me, I’m not even drunk!” You whined. Today was just not it for you. 

“I’m sure that wasn’t an invitation,” The person in front of you chuckled, causing you to actually look up at him. Fit chest ran up to a beautiful bitable neck, all the way up probably the most handsome face you’d ever seen. Blood rushed to your cheeks, feeling much more embarrassed than you would’ve been had you ran into, say, Adam from IT. 

“Hi,” You whimpered, unable to look away from his hypnotizing blue eyes. 

“Hi,” He grinned, clearly enjoying being able to look down at you. “How about you buy me a drink as an apology.” 

You nodded, turning back to the counter, staring at Dave with big eyes. The sentiment was clear, how fucked am I. Dave shook his head with a fond smile. 

“One sec, Darlin, I’ll be right back to you.” 

The man took a seat at the bar next to where you stood, “I’m Bucky.” 

“Y/n,” You shook his hand, taking notice of his tattoo sleeve, “Listen, I am absolutely mortified right now.” 

“Well, it’s hell of an ice breaker.” He chucked. “Not to sound like an over used pick up line, but do you come here often?” 

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know if I should answer that, what if you’re a stalker?” 

“You’re on first name basis with the bartender, so you either come here often, or  you’re one of those annoying people who addresses the staff by their names.”  He joked. 

“Okay, you got me, I’m one of those annoying people,” You joked back. “I like your tattoo sleeve.” 

“Thank you,” He rolled up the sleeve of his tee to show off as much of it as he could. It was incredibly detailed piece, and your realized that they were clockwork flowers. They were stunning. 

“May I?” You asked, tentatively reaching out your hands. 

“Go ahead.” 

You were extremely gentle as you traced the work, feeling some scar tissue underneath the negative space. 

“I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but I could never find the time.” You told him, more or less thinking out loud. 

“You should,” He looked at you. You could swear somehow he was checking you out without looking like he was checking you out. “Some ink would look good on you.” 

You could feel your skin heating up at his words. 

“Y/n,” Dave interrupted, drawing your attention, “Your sticks aren’t up for another couple of minutes did you need something else?” 

“Yes, I’m gonna by this man a drink, and I, uh, spilt my coke, could you get me another one please?” 

“Of course, girl, should’ve figured it was all over that man’s shirt,” The bartender teased, turning to Bucky, “Listen you don’t want nothin to do with her, she crazy.” 

“Dave!” You squealed, shocked at his antics. 

“I don’t know, I’m always up for a challenge.” Bucky didn’t take his eyes off of you. Dave looked at you like, Girl you’re in trouble. “I’ll take a rum and coke, seeing as I’m covered in one anyway.” 

You pushed yourself onto one of the stools, making yourself comfortable. You figured the girls wouldn’t miss you for a little while longer. You and Bucky spent the rest of that party talking, and boy did you really like him. You liked him so much that you gave him your number that night. 

It didn’t take long for casual conversation to turn into something more. When you learned that power that Bucky could hold over you, the power that you wanted to give him, it was addictive. It took many discussions of likes, dislikes, limits, desires for you and Bucky to find something that truly worked for you. 

- Present Day - 

You and your girls found a table off to the side in the crowded club where you spent most of the last hour and a half unwinding from the work day. You were taking it slow, following Bucky’s orders to not get drunk, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the fuzzy warmth that the milkshake-like drink spread through you. 

“I wanna dance,” Eve grabbed your hand pulling you away from the table. 

“Eve, I am not nearly drunk enough to dance.” 

“You may no be, but I am and I need someone to dance with so your sexy ass is coming with me.” 

You laughed and rolled your eyes, joining Eve on the dance floor. You got lost in the music as you danced together, not really paying attention even as another body joined yours, or perhaps that was the alcohol. You let yourself relax, to be honest, you enjoyed the feeling of being sandwiched between the two warm bodies. 

Suddenly you were ripped away from between them, lips smashing against yours. Your urge was to shove whomever it was away and then you caught it. The familiar smell of one James Buchanan Barnes. You melted into him, returning his kiss with fervor, arms winding their way around his neck. His hands roamed your body, groping you ass over your skirt. Behind you you could hear a man scoff, and presumably move on to the next available target. 

“If you’ll excuse us, Eve,” Bucky pulled away, leaving you panting. “We have plans tonight.” 

“Of course, Handsome,” Eve play flirted from behind you, “As long as you keep bringing her back in one piece.” 

“My bag,” You whispered, “I’ll grab it, just give me a minute.” 

You rushed back over to the table, making sure to give Jade enough money to cover your drinks, before Bucky could haul you back to his apartment. 

He had a scowl on his face during the drive. 

“I may have to cancel play time, Doll.” Bucky said, frustration latent in his voice. 

“Did I upset you, Sir?” You asked, fiddling with your hands, “I obeyed all your rules. I didn’t get drunk.” 

“Yes, but that man’s hands were all over you, and you were letting him touch my property.” 

“I’m sorry, Sir, I thought the dancing was innocent enough.” 

“He certainly didn’t - the way he was feeling you up.” Bucky growled - and not in the sexy way. You fiddled with your collar, a symbol of your commitment to him. 

“Sir, may I make a suggestion,” he gave you a nod, “We could take a bath, relax.” 

He let out a sigh, “Yes, that sounds nice.” 

Bucky seemed satisfied for the time, though you could practically see his racing thoughts. You reached over taking his hand that was resting on the car’s emergency brake. He held it lightly, and you knew that he truly was not mad at you. 

He started stripping the moment his front door was closed and locked, b-lining for the master bath. Bucky sat on the edge of the tub as if filled, giving you plenty of opportunity to admire the beautiful work of his tattoo. 

“Strip and kneel.” He stated, though not coldly. Your eyes never left him as you did as he requested, unbuttoning your blouse slowly, letting it fall from your shoulders. Next was your skirt, undoing the zipper just enough to let it slide over your hips, pooling at your feet. 

“All the way, Doll.” 

You turned away from Bucky, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting that too fall to the floor. You pulled your panties down seductively, giving your Sir a good show of your ass. You faced him again, taking to your knees in front of him, if you just leaned forward, you could kiss his thighs. 

Bucky cupped your chin, stroking your face softly, his other hand went to your throat, playing with the ring on your collar. Tentatively, you leaned forward to rest your cheek on his knee.

“You are my sweet doll,” He petted your head, “aren’t you, pretty girl?” 

You nodded, smiling softly.  You could feel the soft haze of submission setting into place. You trusted Bucky more than your trusted anyone in your life, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that you were safe in his hands. 

“You know that no matter how frustrated or angry I may be at one time, I still love you. You’re my good girl.” 

“Of course, Sir, I love you too.” You responded dreamily, enjoying his touch, only for it to be interrupted by him turning off the water. He helped you into the bath, settling himself in behind you. He held you tightly, and you could feel his frustrations slipping away with the steam. 

Ten minutes passed without a word, it wasn’t needed, you were just enjoying your time with him. 

“Do you still want to play tonight with Sir, Doll?” Bucky asked in your ear, his voice deep and playful. One of his hands reaching down, just barely brushing your clit. 

“Yes, Sir, if you’re feeling up to it.” You nodded. 

“Get out of the bath, Doll. Dry off. Go to the bed and play with yourself. I will join you in a few. You are not allowed to cum.” 

You didn’t need any other direction, you were up the moment he asked. You dried yourself hastily, leaving the towel for him. You picked out your favorite vibrating wand, plugging it in and settling on the bed. You lost yourself in the pleasant vibration, making sure to have your legs pleasingly spread open when you heard Bucky emerge from the bathroom, the tub draining loudly. Bucky took his time with his approach, letting your heart flutter with anticipation. 

Bucky reached over, taking the vibrator from you, shutting it off and setting it aside. 

“Move to the middle of the bed, Doll.” 

You did as he said, then let him take over adjusting you. Bucky pulled the ankle cuffs from under the bed skirt, fastening each to your ankles. 

“How’s that? Good?” He asked, making sure that they were snug, but not so tight as to hurt you. 

“Yes Sir.” You nodded, admiring the way he looked while he was strapping you down. 

“Hands above your head, Doll,” He directed, moving to get the wrist restraints. He strapped you in, repeating his question from before. 

“Its good, Sir.” 

“That’s a good little doll,” He praised you, slipping a blindfold over your eyes. Your breath hitched when you felt him take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting the pert bud, massaging your other breast in his hands, playing with the nipple. 

A sharp pain took your nipple that was just in your lover’s mouth, making you cry out, panting as wetness flooded you. Bucky lavished your other nipple with his tongue, followed by that same sharp pain that made you whimper pathetically.

He kissed down your body, loving every inch of your skin, until he finally kissed your clit. The contact made you gasp, sending a shock of pain through your chest as it jostled whatever Bucky had attached to you. Bucky took his time eating you out, enjoying the little whimpers you let out from the torturous devices he affixed to your nipples. 

“Remember, Doll, you are not allowed to cum until I tell you to. Is that understood?” 

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” You whimpered and moaned under his ministrations. Though you could feel yourself getting close to the edge, and you knew that Bucky knew it too. 

“Sir,” You whined, “I need you to stop, I’m gonna-“ 

Bucky issues a swift smack to you clit, the shock holding you off from your orgasm. 

“So wet for me, Doll,” Bucky praised. You could feel the tip of his thick cock pressing against your entrance. “Such a good girl.” 

He leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he finally penetrated you, moving slow as you stretched to accommodate him. 

“Fuck,” He groaned against your lips, “always so tight for me, such a perfect little doll.” 

His hand crept to your throat as he began pumping into you. He didn’t choke you at first, just traced the band of your collar, but as he fucked into you roughly he cut off that blood rush to your brain. Keeping his hand in a ‘U’ shape to keep from hurting you. 

You were putty underneath him, moaning from the pleasure he was giving you, whimpering from the pain in your breasts every time he thrusted into you. You gripped his arm as his hand tightened around your throat restricting your air flow. 

“Sir,” You coughed out, getting wetter by the second. You could hear how sloppy your pussy was as he pounded into you. 

“You’l’ breathe when I fucking tell you you can breathe,” He growled in your ear, making you moan. You loved it when Bucky got rough with you, and he knew it. “God, I’m gonna breed this perfect cunt of yours, Doll.” 

You whimpered underneath him, as he released your neck. The blood rushing back to your brain made you dizzy. 

“You come when I tell you to, Doll,” He demanded, counting you down. When he hit one, he pulled the devices off of your nipples, making you cry out in pain as your orgasm rushed over you. Bucky groaned in you ear as his thrusts got sloppy, the feeling of you clenching around his cock pushing him over the edge, spilling his hot seed into you. 

His weight was heavy as he rested on you for a moment, panting. Reaching up he undid your wrist restraints with one hand, allowing you to remove the blindfold yourself. When he pulled out of you, you could feel his cum spill down on to the mattress. 

“I’m gonna get you cleaned up, Doll,” He promised as he undid your ankle restraints, “You did so well for me.” 

You relaxed in your happy haze as Bucky got a warm towel, and cleaned you up gently. Once finished, he climbed back in bed with you, holding you close to his chest. He rubbed your back, praising you softly as you came back to reality. 

“How’s your throat doll? You okay?” He asked, caressing your cheek. 

“Mhmm.” You nodded, “Can I have a pudding?” 

“Yes, you can have a pudding for being a good girl.” He kissed your forehead.

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Pairing: Dewey Finn x Reader

Inspiration: sequel to waste my time, #17 (“you’re the only person i want to be with tonight”) and #39 (“don’t blame me. you know what you signed up for.”) from Prompt List #2

Warnings: cursing, angst, alcohol consumption, suggestive dialogue (?), anxiety, fluff at the end

Word Count: 3,229

Author’s Note: Last one shot of 2022! This is a sequel to waste my time, which I really enjoyed writing and thought it warranted a part 2. And, since it’s New Year’s Eve, I thought it’s only fitting to get this out tonight. Thanks to everyone who’s left such nice messages over the past year! I hope to continue to write more in 2023, and already have some things in the works. As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists if you want to submit a request! Everyone have a safe and Happy New Year!

Hooking up with Dewey Finn certainly had its perks. How could it not? You could hardly keep your hands off each other for weeks, and the secrecy only enhanced the experience. As promised, he had kept his mouth shut since that fateful Halloween party, and you two were able to convince your friends that you had simply called a truce on your years-long feud. Convince everyone but Patty, that was.

“No way,” she said, the day after the Halloween when you met her for a debriefing brunch, “What did he give you? Money? As if he had any…” She lifted her Irish coffee to her lips, smirking at her own snotty comment.

“No, no,” you said, feeling yourself get slightly annoyed at her dig, “We just…talked. He’s really not that bad, as it turns out. I know it’s different for you, but—”

Patty waved her hand, shooing your explanation away nonchalantly, “Don’t even worry about it. I had a feeling this would happen…” she mused, stirring her drink. Your heart skipped a beat, “Everyone loves Dewey anyways. Plus, Ned will be thrilled.”

You chuckled, breathing a small sigh of relief. As far as she knew, you and Dewey were nothing more than amicable. “Yeah well, he really did me a solid last night. Never imagined Dewey Finn would be good for helping with an anxiety attack, but I kinda owe him one.” Patty grabbed your hand lightly, comforting you.

“That is…actually really cool of him. And hey, maybe if you guys are friends, you’ll rub off on him. Maybe suggest he do some chores every once in a while?” She was teasing of course, but you could feel your pulse quickening again; the thought of actually hanging around Dewey made you nervous now.

You had no idea how you felt about him, and the most you two shared up to that point was a touchy makeout session on that damn fire escape the night before. All you knew was that it was in your best interest to stay away until you could figure out what was going on with your emotions.

That was almost two months ago.

And yet, you spent all your time with Dewey and no time at all figuring out your godforsaken feelings. You didn’t have much time to intellectualize your emotions with Dewey whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he pinned you against your mattress. The very thought of him in your bed sent your brain into a tailspin, so you had elected to be completely avoidant.

As far as you were concerned, you enjoyed his company and he was a great lay.

That was it.

Or rather, that’s what you told yourself at least. Having your mind lie to you was easier than letting your heart tell you the truth.

Besides, you quite liked the idea of a friends with benefits setup. It took at least a little bit of the pressure off, though it didn’t stop you from taking the piss every once in a while.

“Really stretching that definition of ‘friends’ huh, Finn?” you remembered asking him. The two of you were lying in bed one night, the streetlight outside your bedroom window shooting streaks of light across your entangled bodies. He smiled and shook his head, his shaggy mop of hair bouncing at the slightest movement.

“Well, what else would you call it?” he traced his fingers along your collarbone, where he had left a conspicuous trail of love bites that you would almost certainly have to cover up the next day. You didn’t have an answer in the moment, or as time passed. Despite loving the initial thrill of sneaking around with Dewey of all people, your situation grew more precarious with each passing day, and it was eating away at you.

Yes, Dewey was your friend now, but what if you told him how you felt and he didn’t feel the same way? What if he didn’t want to be friends anymore? And how would that affect your relationship with Ned and Patty?

And oh god, Patty. How would she feel if she found out you’ve been sleeping with her freeloader roommate with a hidden heart of gold? You were practically hanging by a thread.

Suddenly, you found yourself at the end of the calendar year, with Dewey on your couch stroking your hair absentmindedly as your head rested in his lap, a forgettable movie playing in the background. It was so domestic it almost made you sick.

“You coming to this New Year’s thing tomorrow night?” Dewey asked sleepily, the light from the TV reflecting off his face. He was drawing circles and swirls on your scalp, the sensation both tingling and relaxing you all at once.

“Yeah, of course,” you said, stretching your arms above your head and pinching his nose playfully, “I think Patty would kill me if I didn’t bring my famous champagne Jell-O shots.” Dewey let out an involuntary shudder.

“Oh, be sure to keep those away from me. I can’t have a repeat of last year.”

You smiled softly, remembering how different your relationship was only a year prior. You wondered if your past self would even believe the position you found yourself in now before finally muttering, “Duly noted.”

You and Dewey had both learned quickly to sit in silence comfortably with one another, but this one was different. You could feel a sort of tension that was new, unfamiliar.

“Maybe…” he said, now tracing swirls on your temple, “Maybe we could go together? If you want?”

Your heart nearly skipped a beat.

“I don’t know, Dew…” you trailed off, sitting up and pulling yourself away from his embrace, “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Not in the slightest,” he joked, sitting up to meet your gaze, “But I don’t care anymore.” He tried to scoot closer to you, but you felt yourself retract from his touch.

“Well, I do,” you heard your voice harden, “Look, this thing we have going, it’s good. I don’t want to mess it up by—”

“What? Telling the truth? Come on, we don’t have to pretend anymore. I like you. A lot. And I thought you liked me.”

For a moment, you were stunned into silence. Dewey was usually pretty easygoing, especially when it came to your arrangement. Which turned his confession into even more of a gut-punch.

Your eyes met his again, which sported a pained expression, “It wouldn’t work between us. I thought we both understood that.”

“Oh, come on, screw that!” he replied, standing up, “I know we didn’t get along before but…things are different now. At least I thought they were.”

Your heart was screaming at you to stop, to tell Dewey how you really felt, to go to this stupid party together and not worry about what other people thought. But you couldn’t do it. You were too scared of what would happen if you two were together for real.

Sure, superficially you worried about Ned and Patty; You knew deep down that they’d get over it pretty quickly. No, you were worried about falling even harder Dewey than you already had, only to eventually screw it up for yourself.

Better to end it before it starts.

You clenched your jaw, a mixture of sadness and anger overtaking your face, “Don’t blame me. You know what you signed up for.” You half expected him to argue with you, but he didn’t look angry at all; his chestnut eyes were glazed over with hurt. “Dew, I—”

You wanted to say you were sorry, that you didn’t mean it, that you could go to this stupid party together. But nothing came out. And before you could let it, Dewey had already started gathering his things to leave.

All you could do was sit in awkward silence before he spoke, his voice tremoring, “Just for the record, I think it would’ve worked between us. Really sucks that you don’t see that, I guess.”

“Dewey—” you felt yourself standing up, tears in your eyes.

“No, I,” he sighed, running his fingers through his unruly hair, “I should go. I’ll…see you around.” He opened and shut the door with finality, the sound of his footsteps reverberating down the hall, the echo deafening.

***

“Well hello, hot stuff!” Patti greeted you at her door as pop music blared behind her. You plastered on the widest smile you could muster, a tray of Jell-O shots balancing on your hand. The party was in full swing, and you could already feel your heart pounding in your chest.

You hadn’t the faintest idea if Dewey would be there. You tried to call him and explain, but it went straight to voicemail; you tried texting him, but he left you on read. You were surprised you didn’t get frostbite from the cold shoulder he was giving you.

After setting the shots down on the kitchen counter, you scanned the room intently, hoping to see a familiar mess of brown hair somewhere in the crowd. You deflated when you didn’t see him, and Patty noticed immediately as she handed you a sparkly plastic cup. You felt gold glitter stick to your fingers immediately.

“Festive,” you commented, swirling the champagne cocktail until a tiny vortex of liquid formed. You took a swig, the sweetness making your throat burn on the way down. ‘Please, God, let me get drunk tonight’ you thought, your eyes darting towards the front door each time it opened.

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?” Patty inquired, her tone only slightly annoyed, “I thought we were gonna have fun at this party.”

You sighed, setting the drink on the countertop, “I know, I’m sorry. I just…I want to. I have a lot on my mind and—”

“You have to tell me what’s going on,” she persisted, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been acting weird.” Damn her and her perceptiveness. Before you could get a word out, you felt hot tears welling in your eyes.

“It’s Dewey.”

Patty blinked stupidly. You cursed yourself for blurting out his name, and you were even more ashamed that you had been lying to your best friend for months.

“Dewey?” she repeated, letting out an incredulous laugh, “Why do you even care if he shows up, I mean I know you guys called a ceasefire, but—”

“Can we just go to your room and talk?” you choked out, feeling more claustrophobic by the second, “Please?”

In that moment, Patty’s eyes widened in realization. Your crying, eyeing the doorway, mentioning Dewey Finn of all people as the source of your turmoil. It finally clicked.

“Oh…my god.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you—”

“Oh my god.”

Patty practically dragged you to her and Ned’s room, slamming the door behind her. You could feel your hands getting clammy, the thought of a fight ensuing making you break out into a cold sweat. You envisioned shouting, tears of betrayal, a final angry goodbye…it was too much for your hummingbird heart to take.

“You’re in love with him.”

Now it was time for you to be taken aback. You furrowed your brow at her, trying to make sense of your best friend’s words.

“What?”

“You’re in love with Dewey,” she repeated, smiling. Never in your life had you seen Patty talk about Dewey while smiling. “I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming…”

“Wait, wait,” you sat on her bed, feeling your heart rate slow only slightly, “You’re not mad?”

Patty sat down next to you, throwing her arm over your shoulder, “Oh honey,” she said in a tone that was far too sweet for your liking, “I’m not mad. I’m furious. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

You let out a dry laugh, “No, I mean, you’re not mad that it’s…Dewey?”

She shook her head, and your eyes widened in disbelief, “As much as he is a pain in the ass, I kinda saw this coming. Ever since after Halloween, really. I just didn’t think you’d be this head over heels for him.”

Feeling your entire body get hot with chagrin, you gave her a playful push away from you, “I’m not head over heels for him.”

“Oh, you so are.”

And then the realization dawned on you, hitting like a ton of bricks. You had been in denial for weeks, really ever since that first night on the fire escape.

You were in love with Dewey Finn.

And you were certain he never wanted to speak to you again.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, tears starting to well in your eyes, “I fucked it up, P. I got scared and I pushed him away.”

You shoved your head into your hands, feeling utterly defeated. How could you have possibly been so stupid? You had the chance to be together, really together, but once again the cold grip of your anxiety overtook you the moment you felt yourself getting too close.

Pulling yourself out of your shame spiral, you noticed a devilish glint in Patty’s eye. “What?” you asked, a little scared of what she’d say next. She was usually the practical one; seeing her scheme was a bit unnerving.

 “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

***

“Hey bud, where you at? This party could really use a case or two more of beer.” Dewey heard his best friend say over the phone, his voice fighting against the rowdy party that was happening in their apartment.

Dewey took another swig of his beer before responding, “Oh, hey man, yeah…I’m out.” The dive bar he had chosen for the evening was surprisingly empty, with only a few other lonely souls, “And I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to come back right now. I’m sorry.”

“Why not? Everyone is here—”

“I know. They aren’t the problem, I just…I have to tell you something.”

He then proceeded to tell Ned about everything – Halloween, the weeks since, your fight – practically all in one breath. It was killing him that he hadn’t told his best friend about the two of you, so it wasn’t difficult for him to start spilling his guts.

“I’m so sorry, dude,” he said, stepping out of the bar to catch his breath and get some fresh air, “I know I should’ve told you I just, I didn’t want to screw it up. But clearly she doesn’t feel the same way about me, so—”

“Dewey, I love you,” Ned said as he looked over at Patty, who had already relayed everything you had told her, “But you are the world’s biggest idiot.” Dewey blinked on the other side of the phone, taken aback by Ned’s uncharacteristic bluntness. “Just, get over here.”

Dewey shook his head, confused, “Wait, what’s going on—?” but before he could finish his sentence, the line went dead. He huffed, his breath appearing in the cold December night.

There was a part of him that told him to stay at the bar, sit in a booth by himself, and wait for the year to be over alone. But something else in him, something stronger, was telling him to listen to Ned and get back to the apartment. Because he knew you’d be there, and this might’ve been his last chance to make things right.

Before he realized it, he was walking home, his pace quickening as the wind stung his face. He dodged hordes of people crowd the city streets who were all ringing in the new year. His mind flashed to Ned’s request for more provisions; he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care.

As he climbed the stairs, he could hear the excited voices wafting from underneath the doorframe. Luckily, he was able to slip in relatively unnoticed since he had no alcohol to provide. He scanned the room for you, and spotted you the couch, nervously picking at your nails.

“Uh, hi.”

Looking up, your heart dropped when you saw Dewey, who gave you a small, awkward wave. “Oh my fucking god…I’m gonna kill Patty.” He chuckled lightly, and you stood up, wiping your hands on your skirt.

“You look…nice.” He choked out, the tension of your fight still hanging heavily between you. “Thank you,” you replied, your eyes darting to the floor. You were desperate for an escape plan. “I, uh, should probably get going though.”

You brushed past him to grab your coat, which Ned had haphazardly thrown into Dewey’s room. Perfect.

Dewey leaned against the doorframe, watching you tear through the pile of parkas. “Before midnight?” he said while following you in, “Come on, I knew you were a wet blanket but—”

“Please, just…just don’t.” you cut him off, your voice faltering. Dewey always tried to make light of a situation, but right now, he was only making you feel worse about blowing him off.

Before you could stop yourself, you heard your voice ringing in your head, “I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just, I’m scared, okay? And I fucked it royally, so, seeing you here when I know that I can’t fix things, it’s just, it’s too much for me.”

“Hang on,” Dewey crossed his arms over his chest, a sad smile on his face, “who said we can’t fix things?”

“What?” you felt tears welling in your eyes, “I thought you didn’t want to see me again?” Without thinking, Dewey stepped closer to you, wiping a stray tear from your face. The small, intimate act made your pulse quicken.

“I didn’t, at first,” he said, his gaze soft, “But then I remembered your smile, and your laugh, and the way that you can argue with me about anything under the sun and I still find myself wanting to spend the whole day with you. You drive me insane, babe, but I couldn’t care less. I thought by storming out like a complete moron, I’d ruined any chance I had with you.”

In an act of impulsiveness, you grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his. Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position, but Dewey’s words were enough to make you bolder than you ever imagined.

“I…don’t know what to say,” you said quietly, “Other than that…well, the last couple months have been some of the best I’ve had in years. And, you’re the reason why, Dew. You’re the only person I want to be with tonight and, well, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

Before you knew it, Dewey had picked you up, spinning you around as his laugh filled your ear. You instantly got butterflies, and when he set you down, his smile could’ve lit up the entire city.

“You won’t,” he said, “It looks like we don’t have anything to hide anymore.” You grinned back at him, a small giggle escaping from your throat. “So,” he continued, “I take it Patty knows?”

You nodded, “Yep,” you slipped your hand into his again, his grip comforting, “I don’t know what happened, but she’s…cool with it.”

“Well good,” he said, “Because I’m not letting you get away this time. I’m gonna annoy you as long as you’ll let me.” You kissed him softly, finally feeling lighter than air. The two of you stepped back into the party, finally excited for what the new year might bring.

***

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[randomshyperson]

Can I request a celebrity AU with Elizabeth Olsen and Female Reader? Where R is Vision in the MCU. And like throughout a series of interviews and behind the scenes shots, you can see how the two actually fall in love in real life. And in like the final interview they ask “Are you two dating?” And this time they can finally say yes

Hello darling, how are you? I hope well. This took me a while, and i’m not sure you’re even going to like it. But i hope you do. It was honestly kind of strange to write for Lizzie, i kept mistaken the name as Wanda. Also, i changed your idea a bit, because i could find the right way to write the interviews. But anyway, here it is. Good reading.

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Love is outside the screen

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: None.

Words:  4.308 words  //// Read on AO3

Marks:  @wandamaximoffpuppy

Part. 2  || Part 3

Eight years ago

Your agent was calling you for the third time, and you thought you should answer before you lost your contract.

Letting out an impatient sigh as you reached for your cell phone, you left it on speaker.

- Hello, Sara. - You say with a slight irony as you relax your body in the water of the jacuzzi again.

- It's not polite to ignore someone who keeps you employed. - she said irritated, making you laugh.

- Sorry, but I told you I was on vacation. - You reminded her. - And what did you keep doing? Oh yes, calling me.

- Don't be so grumpy, woman. - She replied with a light humor in her voice, and you could hear the clatter of keystrokes, suggesting that she was working. - I have an opportunity for you.

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, but said nothing. And by your silence, Sara kept talking.

- Tell me, have you ever thought about being a superhero?

You let out an incredulous laugh, thinking it was a joke. 

- I'm not going to make any weird latex movies, Sara. - You warn her, and she lets out a laugh.

- Actually, honey, it's Marvel.

You blink in surprise, and then turn to rest your arms on the edge of the jacuzzi and look directly at your cell phone.

- What are you talking about? 

- Ah, caught your interest, huh? - She remarks. - You actors are all the same, one famous name and you fall to your knees.

- Sara...

- No, it's okay. - She giggles. - They want a openly queer actress to play a lesbian heroine, I think. And then they called me.

- Wow, Marvel doing something like that? - You comment. - It sounds like a lie.

Sara giggles.

- It pays well anyway. - She says, and then a notification pops up on the screen. - I just sent you the script. Let me know if I can confirm your audition.

You let out a sigh before saying goodbye and hanging up, grabbing your cell phone to read the script.

It is the scene description of your character's appearance, and there is also a note for the chemistry test. You bite your lips thoughtfully. You were known in the media for roles in international, indie and cult films, mostly lesbian romance. You had a few academy nominations, and had been awarded twice by the critics. Superheroes were not really what you were looking for. But then you remembered how much you missed having a lgbt reference in media like this, and then you are sending a message to your agent confirming your audition.

//-//

Present

You are twiddling your thumbs in your dressing room. It must be the ninth interview in less than two weeks. Letting out a sigh, you stand up, momentarily looking at your appearance in the mirror. The make-up team did a good job, you look well. And then you are walking outside, to the dressing room next to yours. 

You knock on the door, and are soon answered. But Elizabeth doesn't smile when she pulls you inside.

- Hey, Lizzie, what's up? - you ask worriedly as you close the door. The next second she's hugging you tight, and you sigh. - You're anxious, aren't you?

- I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my mouth. - She grumbles and you start stroking her back, trying to calm her down.

- Remember that exercise we practiced, okay? - You ask her tenderly as you move your feet so that you move together toward the sofa in the living room. You break the embrace slowly, to sit Lizzie down on the couch as you kneel in front of her. She looks on the verge of tears, and you place your hands on top of hers. - Breathe with me, okay?

It will take you many minutes to calm her down, but you don't care. And then she smiles, and brings your foreheads together.

- Thank you. - She whispers before kissing you. She walks away too quickly in your opinion, but you can't say anything because the producer is calling you next, announcing that the interview starts in two minutes. You smile at Liz before getting up.

//-//

Seven years ago.

You had just finished filming your last scene in Age of Ultron when your agent called you. Scrolling your finger quickly across the screen, you answered while your cell phone rested on the table in your dressing room, and you kept your hands busy trying to pin up your hair.

- I'm leaving the studio, Sara, what's up? - you told her.

- I wanted to congratulate you on the affair, although I'm surprised it happened so quickly. - She says and you frown in confusion, finishing up with your bun. You pick up your cell phone next.

- What are you talking about?

Sara giggles, and sends you an attachment. You pull your cell phone away from your ear to look at it. It is a photo of you and Elizabeth, your teammate and romantic partner in the franchise, taken the same day you discovered Liz had social anxiety and took her out for coffee with you to take her focus off the celebrity world for a while. The paparazzi managed to capture the exact moment when you kissed her on the cheek in farewell. 

- This is all over the gossip sites as Marvel's mysterious romantic couple. - Your agent commented, and you rubbed your fingers across your forehead in irritation.

- You want me to publicly deny a relationship, is that it? - you ask, walking around the dressing room and gathering your things.

- What? No! This is great for advertising. - she says with slight excitement in her voice. - Especially after the movie comes out! Fans love couples who fall in love behind the screen.

You roll your eyes, switching your cell phone to your ear.

- I'm not going to make a relationship contract if that's what you're thinking! - You say with irritation and can imagine Sara rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.

- Yes, yes, we've been over this, Miss Morally Correct. - She scoffs lightly. - But I really called to talk about the premiere. We have details to discuss.

Sighing, you ask her to wait. Then you finished putting your things away, and grabbed the phone as you walked out the door.

//-//

Six years ago, California

Interviewers can be motherfuckers when they want to be, you thought as you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your face impassive as you watched the woman in front of you list the "missed moments" from the Avengers set. You knew that your agent had talked to the show's staff about the authorized questions, and yet here you were on live television, having to declare whether the timely photos taken on the Avengers set meant that you had a secret relationship with your best friend Elizabeth Olsen.

A slideshow was playing on the screen behind you. There were pictures from the footage, many where you and Liz were laughing together, or having lunch together. There were some where she was sitting on your lap, or vice versa. Your expression softened when you noticed one where she was looking at you adoringly. It was so strange to be an artist sometimes. You smiled politely at the presenter.

- Come on, Ellen, you know how these things are. - You said. - Things are different on camera, Lizzie and I are friends.

The audience let out a chorus of displeasure, and Ellen laughed lightly.

- You know that many of the fans would like this rumor to be true, especially since you two play a couple and you are openly queer. - She says, and you wiggle your fingers in your lap, uncomfortable with where this conversation is going, but you nod in agreement. - Furthermore, you say that the paparazzi cameras are deceiving, but what about the stories you post on your personal networks?

She asks with a chuckle, and then other videos are playing on the screen, and you force yourself to smile and watch.

The vast majority are harmless, and platonic. You spend a lot of time at Liz's house because when she moved in, you were her reference and tour guide, and so you got into the habit of checking up on her. And then you became friends and you spent more time at her house than at yours.There were many videos and pictures on yours and her instagram where you two were tending a garden, playing board games, cooking together, or watching sports.  You bit back a smile as you watched the memories through the images. 

- See?It's hard to believe that this is just platonic. - Ellen insisted again, and the audience laughed.  You tried to cover it up with a smile. - But since you claim to be single, we're going to play a game now. It's called "Who Would You Rather?

The audience applauded and you giggled, straightening your posture in your chair. And then the studio screen had a sign with the name of the game.

- It's very simple, you just have to choose which of the artists you would rather. - She explains, and you blink.

- Rather what?

Ellen lets out a giggle, and you understand, nodding in embarrassment. The audience laughs. The picture changes to two pictures.

- Who would you rather, Scarlett Johansson or Chris Hemsworth?

- Wow, that sounds like a trap. - You comment awkwardly, making the audience laugh. And then you bite your lips. - I think Scarlett.

Ellen gives you a suggestive look, and the audience chuckles, you force yourself to imitate them. The picture changes again.

- Scarlett or Sebastian Stan?

You laugh, smoothing your hair slightly.

- I don't know, I think Seb. - You answer. And then the picture changes again, and you want to run away when the audience gives a chorus of excitement.

- Sebastian Stan or Elizabeth Olsen?

- There it is the trap. - You comment clumsily, causing the audience to bust out laughing. You swallow dryly and look down at your lap before saying. - I'd say Elizabeth Olsen.

You played for a few more minutes, and then the game ended with you choosing Elizabeth at the end, which got the audience cheering and celebrating. When the interview was over, Sara was calling you, and you were massaging your forehead when you answered.

- I thought you said you two weren't dating. - She teased, and you grumbled in irritation. 

- I thought you had discussed these matters with the staff. - You retorted, slightly irritated. - She only asked me about Lizzie and dating the entire interview.

- Honey, you're America's sweet couple. - She sneered. - Ellen wants viewers and will ask the questions that the audience wants to know.

- That's ridiculous. - You said and then sighed. - Why did you call me anyway?

- I have your new shooting location, so get your coats and jackets ready.

//-//

Six years ago, Berlin.

You are laughing at Anthony's imitation of Robert. Sitting in the shared dining hall, you were having a good time over lunch with your other colleagues while you were recording Civil War.

And then you were in scene again, many minutes later, and you found it strange that the nervousness was crossing beyond your character during a specific scene in which you were counteracting with Elizabeth. 

You saw her laughing at a comment your character made, and you should have this expression of surprise and embarrassment, but you didn't even have to act it out. Your cheeks reddened naturally at the image of Liz laughing. And then the director said cut when you were done and you were rushing out to clean up your makeup.

Later that day, after the shoot was over, the team wanted to visit a local pub, and you accepted the invitation, ignoring the previous event, and smiling when Elizabeth touched your arm to get your attention.

- A toast to the Avengers! - shouted the camera crew chief when you were all gathered at the bar, you thought maybe he had had too much to drink, but you joined in the toast. 

You stood next to Lizzie and Chris at a table while sipping a dark drink that might have been craft beer, or something German.

Your cell phone vibrates with a notification and you choke in surprise at the content of the message. Sara had sent you a note from TMZ, stating that your secret romance with Elizabeth Olsen was threatened because you had been seen leaving a coffee shop with Katie McGrath. 

Chris and Lizzie look at you curiously, and you just lay your cell phone down on the table for them to see while you turn the entire glass of beer in your mouth.

- Wow, so your type really is super heroines. - Chris commented with a smile, and you laugh, pushing him away slightly. 

- I swear, I can't be seen talking to any woman that she is automatically my girlfriend. - You say irritated as you put your beer glass back on the table. Your gaze returns to Lizzie, who has picked up your cell phone from the table and is reading the news. Then she hands the phone back to you, and gets a strange look on her face that you can't read very well, but she forces a smile.

- At least you cheated on me with a pretty girl. - she says and you frown in surprise. Chris laughs at the joke, but before you could have any other reaction, the rest of the team is joining you.

//-//

Five years ago, California.

You gave up fighting the questions about your relationship with Elizabeth. They would happen anyway, whether your agent talked to the teams or not, so you just smiled politely when you told people you were just friends and remained truthful in your statements. 

Usually the interviews with Lizzie were easier, because you went into protective mode and your brain was ready to give sharp, snappy answers to keep Elizabeth from being embarrassed. 

So here you were on the Night Show, with one of your favorite interviewers, and your best friend by your side. Jimmy was asking good questions, and he was funny. You hoped he wouldn't ask anything too embarrassing.

After many questions about employment, and worldview, which was refreshing, he finally asked you about the rumors of your secret relationship.

- Girls, you know that the public wants to know. - He began with a smile, and you laughed lightly, exchanging a look with Lizzie. - And actually, we have arguments this time.

- Here we go. - You commented with light irony which made the audience laugh. 

Your latest posts on instagram were visible on the big screen.

- Last Tuesday, both of you posted these stories on your personal accounts. - Jimmy started with excitement. - And it rocked the internet completely, because the location was visible on your instagram, Elizabeth.

Lizzie let out an embarrassed giggle.

- Well, if the public's doubt is whether we were together there, they can confirm it. - She said, and Jimmy let out an excited exclamation. Lizzie waited for the audience to stop their celebratory chorus before speaking again. - But this was a special celebration, since it was my birthday. 

- And I took her on a trip to Mexico. - You completed the story with a slight smile. The audience let out a chorus of happiness and you looked at them in confusion. - Guys, friends do this!

Jimmy and the audience laughed for a moment and then the image came off the screen.

- Come on girls, you're giving us material. - He remarked with a smile. - And you're still going to deny the relationship like you always do, I imagine.

You and Wanda exchange a short chuckle.

- Look, Jimmy, all I have to say is that Lizzie is amazing, she really is. - You saw yourself confessing. - Anyone would be lucky to date this brilliant, spectacular, sweet, fun-loving woman. But that person is not me.

Jimmy lets out an exclamation of sadness along with the audience, but then they applaud your words, and you smile wryly. You risk a glance at Lizzie for a second, and she has slightly flushed cheeks, and looks surprised at your words.

You ignore the nervous feeling at the pit of your stomach, and decide to keep your posture polite as you answer the next questions.

//-//

Four years ago.

You had to kiss Lizzie. And then you shook your head. No, not you. Vision. Your character, Vision, had to kiss Lizzie's character, Wanda Maximoff. And you repeated this like a mantra as you walked from your dressing room to the set.

The day you read this scene, you smiled politely at your agent, and disguised any apparent nervousness. And then you spent the last few weeks pretending that if you didn't think about it, eventually the director would make a change and the scene wouldn't even exist. But here you were, trying to have one last drop of professionalism.

You weren't even recording the scene officially, it was just the rehearsal of lines and marking, and you had sweaty hands. 

As you walked through the studio, the staff smiled and greeted you, and then you spotted Lizzie and ignored the uneven beating of your heart.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Russo as soon as he caught sight of you. He signaled for you to follow the team's prearranged schedule. You smiled at Lizzie as you took your place. - We can test the order of the scene directly. I need to know which angle is best to have Vision ask Wanda to stay with her.

And then you started recording. And now you were Vision. There was no time to think about how naturally your hand fit into Lizzie's, or how good it felt to feel her hugging you. And then Russo shouted cut again.

- That's pretty good. - He commented, looking at the monitor. - Let's shoot the stone scene okay, then the action scene.

The scene started, and you said your lines the way you were supposed to. And then you were looking at Lizzie, and she kissed you as the script said. You held the sigh in your throat, and pulled away. Vision doesn't sigh, so you shouldn't either. And then you are smiling as written, and the director closes the scene again.

You were getting pretty good at hiding how affected you are by Lizzie the more you kiss her onstage. And then you wrap up the day's shooting, and you are mentally exhausted. You want to sleep in your dressing room, but you decide to go home.

And as you are walking back to your car, Lizzie calls out to you.

- Hey, partner. - She greets me by walking beside you. - Don't you want to go for a drink tonight?

You let out a sigh, ignoring the urge to shout that you would go anywhere with her, and thinking about how tired your body is.

- I'm exhausted, Lizzie. - You tell her, and she looks upset, but you add with a smile. - But I'll take it if it's something at your place.

Lizzie's face lights up quickly, and she nods, and then says she'll leave something in her car. She returns when you are already in yours.

- All set? - You ask to confirm, and she smiles and nods. And then you start the car and drive out of the studio.

Lizzie turns on the car stereo a moment later, and you begin humming the song.

- You've been distant lately. - She comments distractedly as you drive away. - You know you can talk to me, right?

You smile, ignoring the feeling in your stomach.

- Yes, Lizzie. - You say without taking your eyes off the road. - I'm just busy, that's all. It's nothing.

Lizzie makes a noise of agreement and looks away. You think maybe she believes you're not telling her the truth, and you feel guilty. So you decide to change the subject.

- How are things at home, Liz? Are Mary-Kate and Ashley well? - you ask, and she looks at you quickly.

- Everything's fine. - she says, and then she bites her lip. - Did I do something?

You frown, glancing quickly at her before looking down the street again. The light was red. And when you turn your head toward her, she lets out a sigh.

- You don't talk to me anymore. - She says seriously, looking at you. - Since Berlin, you're just distant. Always busy, and with ready-made answers. And now you try small talk, even though you hate it. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.

Your heart is racing at the accusations, because she is absolutely right. And then you swallow dry, and prepare to speak, but then Liz is pointing ahead, the headlight has opened. And you have to drive, and she crosses her arms and looks away to the window.

You drive the rest of the way to her house in silence, and when you park the car in the driveway, she mumbles a goodnight before getting out. 

Squeezing the steering wheel in your fingers, you take a deep breath. And then you get out of the car, and the noise of the door opening surprises her because she turns to look. But you are walking toward her, and raising your hand to the back of her neck, bringing your mouths together. Lizzie chokes in surprise, but in the next second she melts against you as she kisses you back.

You part breathlessly, holding your foreheads together.

- I am in love with you. - You confess. - I'm sorry I was a complete idiot, but I was terrified.

Lizzie giggles, kissing you again quickly before hugging you. And then she is breaking the embrace to look at you, a shy smile on her lips.

- I'm in love with you too. - she says. - I'm glad that's the problem and not something else.

You laugh, and kiss her one last time before entwining your hands and walking toward her house.

You decide to take things slow, so naturally, two weeks later, you ask her to be your girlfriend over dinner. Lizzie smiles all night, but you know that if this is a secret, she can't wear the ring.

Public relationships mean contracts, and agents, and unwanted questions, and lots of opinions about your lives. And you two wanted to keep that to yourselves for the time being.

So when directors comment that your onstage chemistry is amazing, you two just nod and thank them. When the interviewers ask if you are together, you deny it as before.

The first time you sleep with Lizzie, you almost break the bed. And it's all right, because you two are laughing with happiness and pleasure, and she pulls you in for another kiss. And you entwine your hands, the commitment rings on your fingers.

A year and a half later, you are getting very busy with your participation in a youth series, and there are many rumors that you are dating your co-star, so Lizzie is jealous and you can't blame her. 

You decide that the secret cannot go on any longer, at least not to your friends and employers. So you talk to Lizzie, and you both call your agents. Sara laughs for ten minutes when you tell her, but she is happy to talk to Lizzie's agent. You are not public yet, but it is important that all parties are in agreement. You hate bureaucracy, but you don't mind as long as Lizzie's hand is in yours. Your friends are very happy, and the other cast members tease you constantly about it.

When you shoot the last movie, you think you are going to be fired because your character has died. But then you and Lizzie get a series together.

You try not to overthink how you will deny the rumors on television, but Lizzie kisses you on the cheek and tells you that you will face it together. 

It takes three more months for you to propose. You think your chest will explode with happiness when she accepts.

And then you are calling your agents again, and Sara almost faints when you tell her that you got married in secret at some registry office in the Caribbean and she needs to get the paperwork sorted out. When you get back to California, there is a small ceremony with your family members.

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Present

You and Lizzie are sitting side by side in the interview. The questions about WandaVision are over, and now you know from Jimmy's expression what he is going to say.

- The last time you were here, I had only an instagram post as an argument for your secret relationship. - He says, making you, Lizzie and the audience laugh lightly. - But now I have talked to the production and they prepare a presentation.

- My goodness. - You remark, making him laugh. And then he waves to the big screen, and you try to disguise your nervousness.

A presentation of images began to play to the audience to the sound of "honeybee" by the band "The Head and The Heart". There are several studio shots, from photo rehearsals to behind-the-scene moments. There is a picture from the day you met, from the first cast test, from the Avengers taping, paparazzi shots of you laughing in the parking lot, or in the open areas. There are pictures of you walking around Los Angeles together, pictures of your rides, or your travels. There are clippings from instagram stories where you spend time together, laughing and hugging. The presentation ends with the BTS photo of WandaVision from the first day of recording where you have your arm around Lizzie, and the two of you are laughing.

You clear your throat away the emotion, but Lizzie wipes her eyes lightly.

- That was very beautiful. - She comments as Jimmy hands her a piece of tissue paper. The audience bursts into tears of excitement.

- I guess we can get to the part where you deny everything now can't we? - Jimmy jokes and you smile and straighten your posture.

- Actually, Jimmy, we have something to announce.

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New Friends - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: New Friends

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Requested: by @sapphireplums

Word Count: 657 words

Warning(s): blood, knife, mentions of death

Summary: Jack thought they found some new friends that could truly accept them... if only fate wasn't so cruel.

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait!

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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"Woah, slow down, tiger," I laughed as Jack came running into the library. "What happened?"

"I made friends," they explained quickly. They're excitement made me smile. "Real friends this time. They asked me to hang out with them."

"Jack, that's great," I said before hugging them.

I had been pushing them to meet people outside of the bunker. They deserved to have more friends than just me and their three adoptive dads. I was more than overjoyed that they had met people.

"I'm so happy for you," I kissed Jack's cheek as I stepped back, moving to grab their hand. "When are you going to see your new friends?"

"Tomorrow night," he said, swinging our hands a little bit. "Will you come with me? I want you to meet them."

"Okay, that sounds fun," I nodded. Jack's smile got even wider before they leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"I'm gonna go tell the others," they said excitedly before turning to run off.

I smiled to myself. I was so happy for them and so excited to meet their new friends. It felt like pieces were falling into place. It was great.

--time skip--

I let out a breath as I blinked slowly, shoving the cloudiness from my brain as I woke up. I looked around the room quickly.

I caught sight of Jack's new friends in front of me. One guy in the front, two girls behind him.

"And the Winchester awakens," the leader of the group yells. "Oh wait... it's fake Winchester, isn't it?"

"Who the fuck are you," I asked.

"You don't remember me," he replied, leaning in front of me. "You killed most of my family."

I furrowed my eyebrows. What?

"God, how many families have you killed?"

"None to my knowledge."

"Vampires... like five years ago," the guy explained.

"Oh," I whispered.

"Yeah, 'oh,'" he sneered. "You left me alone. Hungry. Hopeless."

I clenched my jaw.

"So, I'm gonna do the same to you."

"No," I snapped.

He brought a knife up to his arm and slide the blade along his skin.

"No, no," I repeated.

I screwed my mouth shut and tucked my head down, hiding my face from him completely.

"Oh, don't be so difficult-"

Before he could do anything, the doors slammed open and he went flying into the opposite wall.

I looked over to see Jack in the doorway with an angry look on their face.

They walked in and the head vamp's assistants went to fight them.

"Jack!"

They just held their hand up and sent the pair flying backward.

"You tried to hurt (Y/n)," Jack yelled, walking over to the group. "You lied to me and hurt (Y/n)!"

"To be fair, you weren't important to us," the head vamp walked over to Jack.

Jack touched his forehead and burned the vamp's eyes out. I tugged at the ropes as they went on to smite the two other vamps.

"(Y/n)," Jack said as they finally walked over.

They quickly undid the ropes from around my arms and legs.

I stood up quickly and hugged them as tight as I could. Their face hid away in my neck and they pulled me as close as physically possible. One of my hands touched their hair so I could comfort them.

"I'm so sorry," they mumbled.

"You did nothing wrong," I promised, moving back enough to softly peck their cheek. "Not even close."

Jack just looked at me for another moment before leaning down and pressing their lips to mine, making me grin a little.

"Come on," I pulled back after a moment. "Let's go home and watch a movie... I prefer the company of the other members of Team Free Will 2.0 anyway."

"So do I."

My heart fluttered a little at the smile that Jack sent my way.

Our night was so much better once we got home and watched some silly movie with the rest of our family.

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Possibly a Hotch imagine where he is dating an artist and he finds her drawing him and Jack ?

Is That Me?

gif by nerddivision

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings!: none, literally all fluff :), well ig kissing, curse word or two

Description: Hotch finds a drawing you did of him and Jack. Will you tell him how you feel, or brush it off as nothing?

Author's Note: I LOVED this request. I did switch it up a bit, reader is Hotch's best friend. Sorry, I just really wanted to throw a love confession in here!! Hope you guys enjoy reading and I hope its what you wanted!!

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You loved to draw. You always have. It was one of your favorite things to do.

You would do it while doing paperwork, or on jet rides. You would draw to help calm you down, or even just to keep yourself busy.

Point is, you were always drawing something.

But you never drew people. Or atleast you never showed others your drawings of people. The whole team knew that.

They never turned out the way that you liked. You would always end up messing up a facial feature. Or you would draw the hands wrong. A number of things would go wrong.

That was until you decided to draw your boss, and best friend, Aaron Hotchner.

It was no secret to the team that you had somewhat of a crush on the man. You hadn't done a good job hiding it. But it was still very oblivious to the man in question.

He had quickly become one of your closest friends after you joined the team. You guys would often hang out at each other's houses on the weekends, or you would just sit around at the park with Jack.

You just loved spending time with eachother. Which had led to the feelings.

But of course you didn't know he had felt the same. The team did though. And of course they were going to meddle. Thats just who they are.

Anyways, you had gotten the idea for the drawing of Hotch about 4 weeks ago.

You had all been at Rossi's for a dinner, children included, and Hotch had been sitting there with Jack in his lap. He had this look of pure adoration as he listened to his son tell a story and he had this bueatiful smile adorning his face. You just couldn't look away.

Now, similar to Reid, you had a photographic memory. It wasn't the same as his eidic memory, but similar.

That image had stayed printed in your brain. You remembered that exactly moment, and it stayed there for 2 weeks before you began drawing.

There was a lot of erasing and starting over. But you kept going. The team would catch glimpses of the drawing, but never enough to know what it actually was. You especially made sure to keep it hidden from Hotch, only working on it in the office when his door was closed.

When you finished the drawing, you put it in the top drawer of your desk, knowing no one would go through it. You kept it there for weeks. Adding bits and pieces here and there to add to the beauty of the drawing. It had probably been one of your best pieces. But you kept it hidden.

Until of course, Morgan found it.

He had seen it in your desk when he went to borrow a pen, without pernission. He had taken it, and walked quickly to Garcia's office. They had been trying to get the two of you together for months.

"Babygirl, I think I just found how we can get them together." He had said walking in without knocking.

"Of course you did." And they worked out a plan, bringing in Prentiss, JJ, Spence, and Rossi.

After planning and then going over everything, everyone gathered in the bullpen. Morgan walked over to you, a little too chipper.

You gave him a suspicious look, co fused as to why he looked so giddy.

"Hey sugar, want me to take your paperwork up?" You looked down at the finished pile of paperwork, and back up at Morgan.

"Suuure." You slowly said. Still very suspicious, but allowing him to take the pile. Soon he was walking off, with his own paperwork as well, marching up to Hotch's office. He opened the door and disappeared from your sight.

With a roll of your eyes, and a lasting glance, you turned away. You had completely forgot about the whole interaction, and had gotten back to work.

You got bored with that quickly and about 2 hours later, you opened the top drawer of y I ur desk, so you could work on your drawing.

Only it wasn't there.

It was gone.

You began frantically searching each and every drawer. Opening and shutting each one as your rummaged through everything. You checked your bag, the trashcan, your floor. You went through each and every piece of paper on your desk.

But it was gone.

"Y/n, is everything okay?" Prentiss asked from across the desk.

"No. Um, I-I lost something."you were freaking out, if anyone saw that, it would be disastrous. You could lose your job, your friendship. And if Hotch every saw it, he would probably think it was creepy.

You continued to search looking through each like of paperwork.

But then you realized. You had sent a pile with Morgan.

Morgan had taken it to Hotch.

Hotch.

Son of a bitch!

You were up and out of your seat in less than a second, sprinting up to Hotch's office and throwing it open.

You expected Hotch to look up in shock. To glance at you. Something.

But he didn't.

He was staring at a piece of paper. With him on it.

How long he had been sitting there staring at it, you didn't know.

"Hotch." You whispered out. But he heard you none the less. He glanced up for a second before glancing back down.

"Is that me?" He asked. The silence that followed was deafening. You didn't answer him. You couldn't.

"Is that me Y/n?" He asked again.

"Yeah. Yes. I'm so sorry Hotch. You weren't supposed to see it." You looked up at him and your eyes locked. He had a tear rolling down his face.

"I-I love it. Its bueatiful." You stared at him waiting for the other show to drop, waiting for the but. Except it never came. He just stood from his desk, marched around it and smashed his lips against yours.

You let out a surprised noise and faltered backwards, but that just caused his to press you into the wall, kissing you harder. It was intimate and everything you had ever dreamed about. He cupped your face, deepening the kiss.

He broke away after a minute or two. You couldn't tell how long it was, the kiss had left you in a daze.

"I love it. I love you." He stuttered out breathlessly. You stared at him in awe. You hadn't expected this kind of reaction. Never in a million years did you think he would feel the same as you did.

"I love you too." You spoke softly. He smiled widely.

"The drawing is so perfect. Its bueatiful. No one has ever drawn me before. And you drew Jack, he looks, he's perfect. Its perfect, you are perfect. God I love y-" you cut him off with another kiss, smiling the entire time.

You were kissing Aaron Hotchner.

You loved Aaron Hotchner.

And he loved you too.

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Rebirth Chapter 1 | Healed

This work is a direct continuation of the one-shot Remembrance.

Jason wakes up gasping for air. He feels the texture of the bed underneath him. Back at the hotel . He squints at the dark sky outside and focuses on his brothers' curious looks.

"I saw her."

Those are the first words he utters.

"Hey, wait. Don't strain yourself." Dick lays a hand on his shoulder. Face contorting into a frown, Jason shrugs him off.

"I saw her. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The dead girl," Jason insists again. Dick and Tim share a worried glance, which he scowls at. He knows what he saw. He knows she's alive.

Jason notices that something is off. He looks down on his bare chest, which bears no marking, no wound indicative of what transpired earlier. His heart pounds. He's sure he has injuries from that encounter. He can remember the sting near his shoulder, the sharp grip of those monsters, and his muscles aching from the effort to escape. A concussion. I should have a concussion.

But there's nothing. Not even the cuts from the friction of the solid ground can be seen on his palms. What he notes, however, are the bloodstains on his pants and arms. 

"What happened?" he hisses.

"You sent a distress signal," Tim replies, readjusting his laptop on his lap. "We found you unconscious in the middle of the road."

"Didn't you see anyone there? I'm supposed to be out of blood." Jason rubs his head. "I'm supposed to be dead."

"You had blood all over you, but no sign of injury," Dick explains.

"The cameras." Jason scrambles out of the bed, clutching the edge of the cushion. It can't be a hallucination or a fucked up nightmare. The blood and his nausea are enough proof for it.

"We already checked the cameras," says Tim. "We need you to explain first what you saw."

" I told you. I saw that girl. Her eyes were green. She got revived by the Pits. She fought off those monsters." When Jason stands up, he feels strangely reenergized, more invigorated than before he started the day. "I think she healed me too."

Tim turns his laptop around and presses one key. It shows a grainy feed from one of the street cameras. The ghastly creatures that appeared are there, along with Jason himself. The events are repeated in the video just as he remembers, but his savior's presence is entirely absent. Instead of the odd lights he saw, there's only the shine of the moon. It ends with the monsters melting into the shadows like liquid and Jason passing out.

"That's impossible." Jason weaves his fingers through his hair. "I saw her. I swear I did."

She's alive. She's actually alive.

"Okay, before we get to that part," Dick steps in. "What the hell were those things? I thought the situation was resolved in Paris two years ago and none of the Miraculi are active anymore."

"I did a bit of research." Tim begins to type on the keyboard again. "It's true that the Miraculi aren't in use anymore, but there is one that wasn't retrieved during the final battle."

A picture of a brooch emerges on the screen.

"The Peacock Miraculous," Tim supplies, "It has the power to create sentient beings. Sentimonsters, as they called it. The sentimonsters come from deep emotions."

"So whoever has this Miraculous, they made those monsters?" Dick asks. Tim nods in confirmation.

Jason makes his way to the closet to grab a new shirt. That partly explains the appearance of those monsters but there are other pressing questions. Who made them? Why did they only come out now? Why make them?

"About Marinette . . ." Tim's wary gaze strays over to him. "She didn't show up anywhere in the feed. I checked the other cams too. Are you sure—"

"Go back to the video."

Jason studies the playback again. He directs Tim to pause and slow down at a certain mark. It's evident in the slowed version: as one of the sentimonsters pins Jason down, it suddenly gets knocked to the side without an apparent source of the blow.

"See?" Jason crosses his arms. "Something hit it. Some one. Obviously not me."

"Why wasn't she in the video then?" Tim questions.

"What else did you see, Jay?" Dick plays the video again.

"I was already losing blood, mind you." Jason racks his brain. Memories flutter in his head. "But I saw . . . like a green shield thing. It looked like a sphere. There was also a black light and she had two swords with her. I didn't see other weapons."

Tim blinks at him tiredly, perhaps wondering if he's in the right mental state. "Okay, assuming she was actually there, that doesn't make sense. A green shield? That sounds like the power of the Turtle Miraculous. And that black light, I think, comes from the Black Cat Miraculous. As far as I know, both Miraculi are under the care of the former hero Chat Noir, also known as Adrien Agreste."

"And if we try to guess that a revived Marinette borrowed those Miraculi from him, that's unlikely. As far as they know, she's dead. We saw them grieve her this morning." Tim shoots Jason a pointed look.

"We should ask them then," Dick pipes up. 

"We can't do that." Jason narrows his eyes at him. "What do you expect us to do? Knock on their door at two fucking a.m. and tell them that their dead friend is alive? In civvies? "

Jason forces himself to calm down. Dick, of all people, should know what it's like to receive that kind of news. He sees his brother's fists clench but he doesn't say anything more.

"We should look more into it." He turns back to Tim. "But I bet all my guns I saw her. Maybe if those monsters show up again, she'll be there."

"No, I think I believe you." Tim massages his wrist. "If she can use the Miraculi's powers without the actual Miraculi, then she could've used the Fox's illusions to make herself disappear on cams."

Tim opens his mouth again to add something but Jason snaps at him. "If you're just gonna say 'I told you so', you better shut your mouth, Replacement." He turns his head towards the other doors. "Where's the old man and the brat?"

"Sleeping," Dick responds.

Jason nods. He doesn't want Bruce to catch word of it yet; the man will wear himself out in deep investigation if he gets the hint that his daughter may be alive.

They just have to figure it out before anyone else does.

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Adrien wakes up slowly, in soft waves that carry him in and out of dreamland. He realizes that he's not imagining the chatter coming from the corner of the room. There are, in fact, two voices conversing by the door. He wearily blinks up at the unfamiliar ceiling, remembering that he was staying in Chloé's room in Le Grand Paris.

Rubbing the skin at the base of his ring finger, he stands up and walks to the door to see a jacket-clad Chloé arguing with a red-headed man.

"Officer Raincomprix?" He says hoarsely.

"Adrien!" Roger breathes out. "I wanted to talk to you! There has been an emergency—"

"At five fifteen in the morning, really, Roger? " Chloé put one hand on her hip irritably.

Adrien puts a hand on her shoulder. "What emergency?"

"There was—um—a bunch of noises reported earlier. We checked the cameras and we think it might be the activity of sentimonsters."

Adrien stops breathing for a moment.

" Sentimonsters? Are you absolutely sure about that?"

"There's no other explanation Miss Bourgeois."

He closes his eyes, feeling bile rise to his throat. Sentimonsters. The Peacock. They only retrieved one Miraculous back then. At the cost of his best friend's life. His legs shake at the thought of a new person terrorizing the city.

"We don't have to go see it now, Adrien," Chloé tells him. "We can go with Gams and Luka later."

"No." He checks his other friends. They're still sound asleep. "We'll go see the tapes now."

Chloé complains to Roger for the duration of the trip to the police station, while Adrien only stares at nothing with a blank expression. A part of him already knows the danger of the missing Miraculous, but his trembling fingers say that he's not yet ready. He won't know what to do if another terror plagues the city.

And he won't have her .

Chloé starts talking to him, soothing him out of a potential panic attack until they reach the station. Roger shows the videos and true enough, the monsters are mostly likely from Duusuu's power. But those monsters are different from what they've seen before. They're ruthless. Grotesque. He flinches at the blood of the victim, aware that no healing light comes afterwards.

"Who did they attack?" Chloé asks following the third loop of the feed. "He looks familiar."

"Jason Todd-Wayne." Roger removes and fiddles with his hat. "Adopted son of Bruce Wayne."

Adopted son of Marinette's biological father, Adrien completes the statement in his head. He recalls the tall man with a white streak in his hair, who he first saw during her funeral. He never bothered talking to the Waynes before. "What happened to him? Is he okay?"

"A couple minutes after this, two of his brothers came to get him." Roger frowns. "But he hasn't been taken to the hospital as far as I know."

Adrien and Chloé exchange bewildered looks. Were the damages reversed after all? Or are the injuries not as worse as they looked?

"The police can't handle this themselves, but we’ll help you with anything you need," says Roger.

Adrien purses his lips. Consequences of revealing yourself to the public. There's a million questions begging to be answered, but they can't rush into it carelessly. Even if two years have passed, Paris is still in the process of healing.

He straightens his shoulders, looking at Roger in the eye. "Take us to the place."

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The first drops of sunrise kiss the ground when they finish looking around. The police closed off the area, so there aren't many people around. The authorities are yet to disclose the happenings to the public.

Adrien takes slow steps to the corner where the monsters disappeared during the incident. A few bloodstains taint the white lines on the road. Strips of metal decorate the cracks on the sidewalk, faded muddy footprints show signs of an intense scuffle, and the pools of water in the potholes are yet to dry.

"Not much clues," Chloé murmurs, pinching the edges of the police tape with manicured fingers. "I wonder why they backed off."

Adrien rubs his finger again. There is no requirement for amokized objects to be near the sentimonster itself; there's little to no chance that the holder was around during the attack.

"Officer," he calls out. "Have you spoken with the Waynes?"

Roger momentarily pales. "I—I can't possibly disturb them at this time—"

"Where are they?" Chloé folds her arms. "Our hotel?"

"At a different hotel, Miss Bourgeois, to keep away from the public eye. We will ask them later this afternoon—"

Adrien interrupts the fidgeting man. "When you do, we'll come with you."

Roger heaves out a sigh. "Listen . . . both of you. They're not from around here. They're not used to these kinds of stuff 'kay? I can't bring you two. You might scare them off. Mayor Bourgeois won’t be happy if you do."

"They're from Gotham, Roger. They probably see blood everyday," Chloé says, tugging on her jacket. "Maybe that’s why they didn't go to a hospital. As for my father, I'll have a word with him myself."

Adrien makes his way to Chloé's side as Roger relents and turns to speak with another cop. He nudges her arm, tugging them into the side, out of earshot.

"Are you okay?" she whispers, squeezing his hand.

"Yeah. Thinking of . . . of asking the kwamis about this."

Her eyebrows raise. "Are you sure? You're going to open up the box?"

"They might have answers. I don't know. I have a bad feeling." That this will be worse than Hawkmoth. 

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Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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