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And I Pick...
In which you choose the club that caught your eye
Part 1
After much contemplation you've finally decided to pick the:
Basketball Club
The basketball court was quiet for all of two seconds after you announced your decision.
Then Ace exploded.
"HA! I knew youâd pick us! I called it!" He was practically doing laps around the court, pointing at nothing in particular. "Ace Trappola: the ultimate recruiter, the club MVP, and now the guy who brought you on board! This is the best day of my life!"
"Eh, itâs about time," Floyd drawled, stretching lazily. "Took ya long enough to figure out where the fun is." His sharp-toothed grin widened. "Now we can play my version of full-contact basketball. Hehehe."
"Absolutely not," Jamil cut in, but Floyd wasnât listening.
"Donât worry," Floyd said, throwing an arm around your shoulders like youâd been lifelong teammates. "If you survive the first practice, youâll survive all the practices. Probably."
Ace jogged back over, breathless but triumphant. "I told you weâre the best club! No boring rules, no endless laps like in Deuce's lame track team, and best of allâ" He struck a dramatic pose, arms wide. "You get to hang out with me every day!"
"Please donât make them quit on the first week," Jamil muttered, giving you a look that seemed to say, Are you sure about this?
"Quit? Nahhh!" Ace grinned. "Theyâre gonna thrive here. Iâll even teach them my signature movesâlike my no-look, backwards, mid-air layup."
"You canât even do that," Jamil said flatly.
"Not yet," Ace shot back. "But itâs the thought that counts."
Floyd leaned in closer, his grin somehow growing wider. "You better keep up, shrimpy. Otherwise, I might have to⌠spice things up a little."
"Spice things up?" you echoed, immediately suspicious.
"He means doing things like replacing the basketballs with watermelons," Jamil deadpanned.
Ace snorted. "Or throwing the ball at the hoop so hard it breaks the backboard. Oh wait, that actually happened. Twice."
"It was fun," Floyd said, completely unrepentant.
Jamil sighed like a man whoâd aged a decade in the last five minutes. But then, to your surprise, he turned to you and offered a small, genuine smile. "Still⌠Iâm glad youâre here. Welcome to the team."
The words were simple, but coming from Jamil, they felt like a warm endorsement.
Ace clapped his hands together, clearly ready to move things along. "Alright, enough talking! Letâs get you on the court and see what youâve got!"
"Or we could start slow," Jamil suggested, but Ace was already dragging you toward the center of the court, Floyd trailing behind with a basketball under one arm.
"Donât worry," Floyd said, tossing the ball up and catching it effortlessly. "If ya mess up, weâll just laugh at ya a little. No big deal~."
"No oneâs laughing at anyone," Jamil said firmly, already pinching the bridge of his nose.
Ace threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "Ignore him. Weâre gonna have a blast! First practice starts now!"
You werenât sure what youâd gotten yourself into, but judging by their enthusiasm (and Floydâs maniacal laughter), you were in for one chaotic ride.
Track and Field Club
The moment you declared your allegiance to the track and field club, Deuceâs face lit up like someone had just told him he passed his midterms.
âYouâre⌠really joining?â he asked, like he needed double confirmation. When you nodded, his grin widened, the kind that made him look both relieved and excited. âThatâs awesome! Uhâwelcome to the team! Seriously, itâs great to have you.â His usual earnestness shone through, and he scratched the back of his neck. âI mean, Iâm still kind of learning the ropes, but we can figure things out together. Itâs gonna be great!â
Jack, standing beside him, gave a firm nod of approval. âGood call. Track and fieldâs a solid choice. Youâll fit right in.â His tail wagged just enough to betray how happy he was, even if his tone stayed calm.
"Yeah!" Deuce agreed. âAnd, uh, donât worry about keeping up or anything. Itâs all about improving at your own pace. Right, Jack?â
âSure,â Jack replied, glancing at you. Then he added, almost casually, âWeâll work on your stamina. Youâre gonna need it.â
It took you a second to catch the faint glint in his eye, and then you rememberedâoh no, the fridge comment. Jack had been disturbed ever since.
Deuce, oblivious to the subtext, chimed in, âYeah, Jackâs great at that stuff! Heâs got this crazy endurance. Like, he can run forever. Iâm still working on it, but, uh, youâre in good hands!â
Jackâs tail swished again. âJust be ready to push yourself. But donât worryâweâve got your back.â
âExactly!â Deuce said, his fists clenching like he was ready to run a marathon right there. âThis is gonna be awesome. I mean, not that it wasnât already great, but now itâs even better. Right, Jack?â
Jack gave a small, satisfied smile. âRight.â
As they led you toward the field, you couldnât help but wonder what youâd just signed up for. One thing was certain, thoughâJackâs still thinking about that fridge, and he will make sure itâs not an issue anymore.
Board Game Club
The moment you declared your allegiance to the board game club, Azul adjusted his glasses, looking smugly pleased with himself, like he'd just negotiated the deal of the century.
"An excellent decision," he said, his voice as smooth as the perfectly polished board games stacked behind him. "With your addition to our club, I foresee a new golden age of strategic victories."
Idia, sitting half-hidden behind a pile of unopened game boxes, choked on his energy drink. "W-Wait, youâre serious? They actually chose us?" His hair flared a brilliant shade of pink for a moment before he pulled his hoodie tighter around himself. "Th-this isnât some prank, right? Like, Iâm not gonna look up and see them bolting out the door laughing, right?"
"Nope," you replied with a grin. "Iâm all in."
Ortho, ever the enthusiastic hype man, zipped into the room with his jet thrusters. "Welcome to the club! Now we have a full party for dungeon raids. This is amazing!"
Azul cleared his throat, waving a hand. "Ahem, while cooperative RPGs are certainly an option, I believe we should start with a game of strategy and wit to introduce them properly. Perhaps a round of Chess of Betrayal?"
Idia groaned, sinking further into his hoodie. "Ugh, that game takes, like, three hours. If youâre gonna scare them away, at least wait until theyâre too deep in to quit. Why donât we start with something easy, like Goblin King Gauntlet?"
Ortho clapped his hands. "Ooh, I love that one! It has a random trap mechanic! Letâs play that!"
Azul raised an eyebrow, his smile shark-like. "Trap mechanics are hardly a proper welcome. It would be far better to demonstrate the finer nuances of strategy, wouldnât you agree?"
Idia muttered something about Azul turning everything into a power play, but you interrupted before they could spiral into a full-blown debate. "Honestly, Iâm fine with anything. Just deal me in."
Azulâs smirk widened. "Very well, then. I shall prepare the game board. And donât worry, Iâll make certain youâre fully equipped for our upcoming campaigns. Youâll find we offer more than just funâwe offer victory."
Idia peeked out from his hoodie, a small, hopeful smile creeping onto his face. "Youâre not bad at this whole club thing. Maybe this wonât be so terrible."
As they started setting up the game, you felt an unexpected warmth. Sure, it was just a board game club, but there was something endearing about their chaotic enthusiasm.
Though one thing was clearâAzul would probably try to sell you game tokens at some point, and Idia would absolutely try to teach you how to min-max your dice rolls.
But hey, you were ready for it.
Film Studies Club
When you announced your decision to join the film studies club, Vil paused mid-sip of his herbal tea, one elegantly arched eyebrow rising. For a moment, he looked like he was considering whether he had heard you correctly. Then, with a practiced air of nonchalance, he set the teacup down.
"Hm. Acceptable," he said coolly, though his tone betrayed a slight uptick of satisfaction. "Itâs rare to find someone with enough taste to appreciate the art of cinema. I suppose your presence will be⌠useful."
But the slight curl of his lips gave him away.
He stood, brushing imaginary dust from his coat, and gave you an appraising look. "We have much to discuss. If youâre serious about this, youâll need to commit entirelyâno half-measures, no excuses. The camera is unforgiving, and I have no intention of allowing this club to falter under subpar contributions."
You opened your mouth to respond, but he was already pacing, gesturing dramatically like the star of an avant-garde production. "Lighting, blocking, compositionâthey are all integral to creating art, not merely entertainment. I trust you wonât embarrass yourself, or me, for that matter."
Despite his words, you caught the faintest hint of pride in his gaze as he turned to face you fully. "And, if for some reason, acting isnât your strength, there are other roles. Cinematography, set design, editing⌠Perhaps backstage work would suit you, should you fail the audition."
He didnât say it to be harsh; this was Vilâs version of encouragement. And as he continued outlining the clubâs visionâ"a modern renaissance in storytelling"âyou realized he was genuinely excited to have you there, even if heâd rather gargle poison than openly admit it.
Finally, he stopped and gave you a small, approving nod. "Welcome to the film studies club. Donât make me regret this."
Translation: Iâm glad youâre here.
Science Club
The moment you announced your decision to join the science club, Rookâs eyes lit up like youâd just declared him the ruler of the universe.
"Ah, mon ami! What a magnifique choice!" he exclaimed, sweeping you into a theatrical bow so deep you thought he might topple over. "You possess the soul of an explorer, a true seeker of knowledge! Together, we shall unlock the mysteries of nature and celebrate its beauty in all its forms!"
"Uh⌠donât scare them off, Rook," Trey interjected, though he was smiling. He adjusted his apron, clearly relieved that you hadnât bolted under Rookâs enthusiastic greeting. "Weâre glad to have you. Really. Itâs nice to have someone else around who wonât accidentally set the lab on fire."
You raised an eyebrow. "Thatâs a low bar."
Trey shrugged. "Youâd be surprised how many fail to meet it."
Before you could respond, Rook was already spinning grand plans. "Imagine the adventures we will have! Scaling mountains, crafting elixirs, nurturing delicate blossomsâah, the poetry of science!" He clasped his hands to his chest, radiating so much joy that you were worried heâd break into song.
Trey, ever the grounded one, sighed fondly. "What he means is: we do a little bit of everything. Growing plants, chemistry experiments, cookingâyouâll fit right in. Assuming Rook doesnât scare you off first."
Rook turned to Trey with an exaggerated gasp, as if the very suggestion of him being overwhelming was the greatest insult heâd ever received. "Chevalier des Roses, how could you wound me so?" He turned back to you with a theatrical flourish. "Fear not! I shall be your guide, your companion, yourâ"
"Assistant," Trey cut in, giving you a knowing look. "We'll assist you. Donât let him take over your projects."
You grinned, feeling oddly at home already. Between Rookâs boundless enthusiasm and Treyâs steadying presence, you realized the science club might just be the perfect balance of chaos and calm.
Pop Music Club
When you announced your decision to join the Pop Music Club, Lilia was the first to react. He shot up from his chair with a dramatic flourish, his capeâwhere did the cape come from?âbillowing as if on cue.
"Ah, an excellent choice! Welcome to the most electrifying club in the entire school!" Lilia declared, his voice reverberating like an arena announcer. He played an imaginary riff on an air guitar, complete with sound effects that you were almost certain were magically amplified.
Kalim clapped his hands, beaming as brightly as the sun. "This is going to be so much fun! We can sing duets, make up dances, throw a party for every new song we writeâoh! We should have a welcome party for you right now!" He was already halfway to grabbing balloons out of thin air before Cater stopped him.
"Easy there, Kalim," Cater said with a laugh, pulling out his phone to snap a picture. "We havenât even started jamming yet! Gotta document this firstââNew Member Alert đ¨đś! Welcome to the coolest club at NRC!ââ He posed next to you, flipping through filters. "Ooh, should we do a pastel vibe or go all-out neon?"
"Why not both?" Lilia suggested, somehow holding a tambourine he hadnât been holding two seconds ago. He shook it with gusto, the jingles creating an impromptu beat.
Kalim joined in instantly, dancing around the room with energy that could probably power a small city. "This is going to be amazing! Do you play any instruments? Can you sing? Or maybe youâll write the songs? Wait, can you do all three?!"
Before you could answer, Lilia leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "Donât worry, even if youâre terrible, I can teach you. After all, Iâve had centuries of experience."
"Centuries of experience at what exactly?" you asked, though you werenât entirely sure you wanted the answer.
"Everything," Lilia replied cryptically, shaking the tambourine once more for emphasis.
Cater gave you a wink. "Donât let him intimidate you. Heâs mostly harmless. Mostly."
As the chaos swirled around you, you realized joining the Pop Music Club was probably going to be as much about managing everyoneâs energy as it was about making music.
But looking at their genuine excitement, you couldnât help but feel youâd made the right choice. It was going to be loud, unpredictable, andâmost importantlyâa lot of fun.
Equestrian Club
When you chose the Equestrian Club, Riddleâs reaction was immediate and deeply Riddle. He straightened his posture, cleared his throat, and gave you a small but dignified nod, though his ears turned the faintest shade of pink.
âA wise decision,â he said primly, but his voice wavered just enough to give away his excitement. âThe Equestrian Club values discipline and care, and I trust you will uphold those values. Welcome.â He paused, then added with uncharacteristic softness, âIâm glad you chose us.â
Sebek, on the other hand, reacted with his usual intensity, which was to say, very loudly.
âAS EXPECTED OF SOMEONE WITH DISCERNING TASTE!â Sebek bellowed, saluting for no discernible reason. âTHE EQUESTRIAN CLUB IS A PLACE OF HONOR AND DILIGENCE. YOU HAVE MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE, AND I, SEBEK ZIGVOLT, SHALL PERSONALLY ENSURE YOU MEET OUR HIGH STANDARDS!â
âYouâre going to scare the horses,â Silver muttered, patting a dozing mare who didnât even flinch at Sebekâs volume. Clearly, sheâd built up an immunity.
Silver turned to you with a sleepy but genuine smile. âWelcome. Itâll be nice having another person around who actually seems calm. Iâll show you the best places to ride, and weâll make sure youâre comfortable with the horses.â
âAnd with the rules,â Riddle interjected, already retrieving a stack of laminated pages. âEquestrian care is not something to take lightly. Youâll need to memorize these guidelines to ensure both your safety and that of the horses.â
Sebek leaned over your shoulder to inspect the stack and immediately saluted again. âAN EXCELLENT INITIATIVE, HOUSEWARDEN ROSEHEARTS! I, TOO, WILL MEMORIZE THESE IN CASE THEY EVER REQUIRE REINFORCEMENT!â
âI think theyâre fine,â Silver said. âWe donât need to make this harder than it needs to be.â
Riddle frowned. âStandards exist for a reason, Silver. Though I appreciate your enthusiasm, perhaps we canâSebek, stop shoutingâperhaps we can go over the basics first before overwhelming them.â
As Riddle and Sebek debated, Silver handed you a carrot to feed one of the horses. âDonât worry,â he said, as the horse happily munched away. âItâs not as intense as it seems. Usually.â
You glanced at the stack of rules in Riddleâs hand and the fervent look in Sebekâs eyes. It was definitely going to be an adjustment. But seeing how genuinely happy they all were to have youâyes, even Sebekâyou felt like this would be worth it.
Magift Club
When you announced your decision to join the Magift Club as their manager, the reaction was instantaneous and⌠surprisingly chaotic.
Ruggie let out a whoop, immediately dropping to the floor in a mock bow. "Ayo, everyone, bow to the boss! Finally, someone who can keep this circus in line!"
Leona, lounging on the sidelines, cracked open an eye and smirked. ââBout time. Herbivores usually flake out, but I knew you were better than the rest.â He stretched lazily, like heâd personally orchestrated your decision. âJust keep the snacks coming, and weâll get along fine.â
Epel looked between them and grinned, his enthusiasm much more grounded. âItâs great to have ya! With you around, maybe Leona will actually show up to warmups... or not just sleep through it.â He shot a pointed glance at their captain, who was, of course, ignoring him entirely.
âEh,â Leona drawled, flicking his tail dismissively.
âYou could work on that attitude,â you muttered, earning a low chuckle from him.
âSee, I told you theyâd fit right in!â Ruggie said, gesturing at you dramatically. âTheyâre already roasting him. This is gonna be great!â
Epel, suddenly inspired, added, âAnd theyâll keep Ruggie from stealing the fresh apple juice we get after games. Thatâs worth it alone.â
As the reality of your new role settled in, you felt a bit like a lion tamer walking into a den of mischievous cubs and one very lazy big cat. But their enthusiasmâexpressed in their own peculiar waysâwas endearing.
Ruggie threw an arm around your shoulder. âAlright, boss, first order of business: snacks! Letâs discuss our game day budget and whether I can convince you to sneak me a sandwich before practice.â
Leona snorted but didnât argue, which you took as a sign of approval. Epel pumped his fist. âWeâre gonna crush it this year!â
Maybe managing this bunch wouldnât be so bad after all. If nothing else, itâd definitely be entertaining.
Mountain Lovers Club
When you joined Jade for a hike to "test the waters" of the Mountain Lovers Club, you had your doubts. You were prepared for a lot of thingsâmaybe getting lost in the wilderness, maybe Jade pulling out his eerie cryptid knowledge, or maybe just a weirdly formal lecture about moss. What you werenât prepared for was⌠actually enjoying yourself.
Jade led the way with an unhurried confidence, pointing out various wild plants, their uses, and fun facts about the environment. He wasnât his usual enigmatic self, either. He seemed lighter, almost enthusiastic, as he described a tiny wildflower you wouldâve missed entirely.
âThis particular species only blooms during the autumn months,â he said, crouching to show you. âQuite fascinating how it adapts to the cooler temperatures, donât you think?â
You nodded, trying not to stare too hard at how his face lit up when he spoke. Jade was⌠cute? When he wasnât talking about mushrooms in a way that made you question your mortality, he was actually kind of charming.
By the time you reached a rocky outcrop with a gorgeous view of the campus, you realized youâd been smiling for most of the hike. Jade noticed too.
âIt seems Iâve made a decent impression,â he said, turning toward you with a soft grin. âIâm pleased to see you enjoying yourself.â
âItâs⌠relaxing,â you admitted, surprising even yourself. âI didnât think itâd be this fun.â
Jade tilted his head. âDoes that mean youâd consider joining the Mountain Lovers Club?â
You hesitated for a moment, but as you looked at the breathtaking view and the rare, genuine smile on his face, the answer came easily. âYeah. Iâll join.â
For a split second, Jadeâs eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly schooled his expression into his usual composed smile. âWonderful. I must say, I wasnât expecting this outcome, but Iâm glad. Itâs not every day someone sees the beauty in what I love.â
There was an odd warmth in his voice that made your heart skip a beat. As he turned to lead the way back, he added, âNow that weâre a team, I look forward to our next adventure.â
Jade Leech was genuinely happy. And, you realized, so were you.
Gargoyle Research Society
When you told Malleus you were joining the Gargoyle Research Society, his reaction was almost imperceptible at first. A slight widening of his eyes, a pause as though he was waiting to see if you were serious, and thenâpure, unfiltered delight.
"You have an interest in gargoyles?" he asked, his voice both surprised and reverent, as if you'd just confessed to enjoying a rare and ancient art form.
You nodded. "Yeah. I think they're fascinating. The designs, the history⌠Theyâre like stone guardians with stories etched into them."
For a moment, Malleus simply looked at you, his emerald eyes shimmering like the light of distant stars. Then, as if unable to contain his joy, he smiledâa soft, genuine expression that sent a wave of warmth through the chilly Ramshackle evening.
"This pleases me greatly," he said, his tone unusually light. âNot many share my appreciation for gargoyles. Often, I speak of them, and others⌠how do I put it? Pretend to listen.â
âWell, Iâm definitely not pretending,â you said, grinning. âIâm in for real.â
Malleus clasped his hands together in what could only be described as regal excitement. "Then I must share something with you. Sometimes, I create gargoyles myself."
âYou what?â you asked, laughing in delight.
âYes,â he replied earnestly, his eyes alight. âCarving stone requires patience, but there is a certain satisfaction in breathing life into something lifeless. Well, not literal life, of course, but a soul of sorts.â
You couldnât help but laugh again, the image of Malleus with a chisel and hammer popping into your head. âI never would have guessed. Thatâs⌠really cool.â
âI can show you some of my creations, if youâd like,â he offered, almost shyly.
âIâd love that,â you said, genuinely glad to have joined him. âI think Iâm going to enjoy this club.â
The glow in his expression was impossible to miss. It wasnât just that you had joined his clubâit was that, for once, someone truly shared his passion. âAnd I am glad to have you,â he said softly.
In that moment, under the watchful eyes of the stone guardians scattered around campus, it felt like you had chosen exactly the right place.
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You have poor eyesight
Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce, Mel
A/n: Really rushed with this lol but it should be fine. Bon appetit!
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Vi
Vi would tease you lightly, calling you "four-eyes" if you wear glasses or joking about how "the world looks better blurry anyway" if you donât. But itâs always said with a grin that lets you know she loves you just the way you are.
If you struggle to see something, Vi would be the first to step in and help. Sheâd guide your hand to what youâre looking for or describe things in vivid detail, making it fun so you donât feel self-conscious.
She loves holding your hand when you're navigating unfamiliar areas, making it feel less like a necessity and more like an excuse to stay close. âStick with me, short-stack. Iâve got your back.â
On lazy days, sheâd trace your face with her fingers while you lie together, her voice soft as she murmurs, âDoesnât matter what you seeâwhat matters is what I see, and thatâs someone amazing.â
During tender moments, sheâd lean down and say, âGuess itâs lucky for me you didnât see someone better,â before kissing you deeply.
Caitlyn:
Caitlyn would be the most practical about it, immediately asking if you need updated glasses, a new prescription, or anything to help. Sheâd even offer to bring you to Piltoverâs best optometrist.
If you ever feel embarrassed about squinting or losing your glasses, sheâd cup your chin and kiss you softly, whispering, âYouâre beautiful, no matter what you see.â
Sheâd make sure everything in your shared space is organized and accessible for you. If you have trouble finding something, Caitlyn would quietly place it in your hand with a soft, reassuring smile.
During late-night talks, sheâd lean in and kiss you gently, her voice soothing as she says, âYouâre all I see. Nothing else matters.â
Caitlyn would take pride in making sure you never feel limited. If thereâs something you canât do because of your eyesight, sheâd offer a solution or alternative with a warm smile and unwavering support.
Jinx:
Jinx would definitely make a big, dramatic show of it. Sheâd wave her hands in front of your face, asking, âCan you see this? What about this?!â just to make you laugh.
When youâre struggling to spot something, sheâd hop on your back and point things out like a pirateâs lookout, making it a game to cheer you up.
If you wear glasses, sheâd insist on decorating them with stickers or doodles, saying, âNow youâll be cool AND functional!â Sheâd giggle while planting a quick kiss on your lips.
Sheâd secretly learn what frustrates you most about your eyesight and try to fix it in her quirky, Jinx-like way. Canât see far? She might rig a telescope gadget for you, proudly presenting it with a kiss on your hand.
On days when youâre down, Jinx would surprise you with a flurry of kisses, peppering them all over your face until youâre laughing and feeling loved again.
Ekko:
Ekko would always notice when youâre struggling to see something, immediately stepping in to help with an encouraging smile and a cheeky, âI got you, babe.â
If you bump into something or get flustered, heâd grin and say, âYouâre cute when youâre clumsy,â before kissing you gently to soothe any embarrassment.
Heâd tease you lightly about your poor eyesight but would always make it clear he finds it endearing, pulling you in for a kiss and saying, âYou see just fine where it matters mostâright here with me.â
Ekko would love playing little games to cheer you up, like making a guessing game out of blurry objects or using his time manipulation to "rewind" your stumbles into something graceful.
Heâd keep his arm around you when you're out together, using it as both a guide and a silent way of keeping you close. âYouâre safe with me,â heâd whisper, leaning in to kiss your temple.
Viktor:
Viktor would carefully modify things in your environment to make them easier for you, like adding soft lights or adjusting your work tools. âA small improvement,â heâd say, his voice full of quiet pride.
If you wear glasses, Viktor would always take care of them for you, cleaning or fixing them without a second thought. âYour vision matters to me,â heâd say, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
Heâd encourage you not to see your eyesight as a weakness, softly saying, âWe all have limitations. But you overcome yours beautifully,â before kissing your forehead.
Viktor would love moments where you rely on him to guide you, using it as an excuse to hold your hand or pull you close.
Heâd craft personalized solutions for any frustration you have, making sure you never feel like your eyesight limits your abilities or independence, always ending his gestures with a soft kiss of reassurance.
Jayce:
Jayce would constantly reassure you about your eyesight, saying, âIf anything, it just makes me want to take care of you more,â before sweeping you into a warm hug and a kiss.
Heâd invent practical yet adorable solutions, like a glasses case with your favorite design or a magnifying gadget you can wear around your neck for convenience.
If you ever bump into something or squint at something too long, Jayce would chuckle and ruffle your hair, saying, âYou know you can just ask me for help, right?â before guiding you.
Heâd love making you laugh when youâre frustrated about your vision, pulling you close and joking, âGood thing Iâm here to be your eyes AND your muscles.â
During quiet moments, Jayce would hold your hands and kiss each one, looking into your eyes and saying, âYou donât need perfect sight to see how much I love you.â
Mel:
Mel would handle it with quiet grace, always ensuring you feel comfortable. Sheâd notice the things you struggle with and adjust without making a big deal out of itâlike moving a book closer to you or pointing out details you might miss.
Sheâd gift you stylish, luxurious glasses or accessories, always making sure they feel like a part of your personality rather than a necessity.
When youâre squinting at something, Mel would smirk and lean in close, her breath brushing your skin as she whispers, âNeed a closer look?â before kissing you sweetly.
If you ever feel frustrated, sheâd sit beside you, gently holding your hand and saying, âLet me share my vision with you. Together, we can see the world clearly.â
Mel would use your eyesight as an excuse for more intimate momentsâholding your face in her hands, guiding your gaze to hers, and kissing you softly to remind you that youâre loved.
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@self-aes request: Good day. I want to write a headcanon about a reader with poor eyesight/wearing glasses. How characters from arcane will interact with him. I want to see Vi, Caitlin, Jinx, Ekko, Victor, Jace, Mel. Sorry if you see any mistakes (English is not my preferred language, I checked with a translator)
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That second point yanked Batman instantly and unwillingly by the throat to Phantom's side.
He couldn't speak out knowing the rest of the League wouldn't approve, so he let the discussion run its course, and Phantom was naturally denied.
But Batman is nothing if not thorough, and compiling DNA profiles would also help with contingencies. So Batman discretely reaches out after the meeting to give Phantom his personal permission as long as he provides the DNA samples and that Phantom understands that Batman cannot publicly defend him, but he will mitigate the consequences behind the scenes.
After another biting incident when Phantom is getting lectured by Superman:
"Phantom, you can't keep doing this. This is your last warning. Criminals or not, it's never okay to bite people just because you want to. Control yourself, or you might have to rethink your place in the Justice League."
Phantom staring at his feet and genuinely worried that he might get kicked out. He didn't think it was that big a deal.
Batman walks up and simply states. "He is controlling himself."
"Batman, you call that control? I'm trying to be understanding, but Phantom is biting criminals more than ever."
"Are they still breathing?"
"I don't see how-"
"Are their limbs still attached?"
"What are you-?"
Batman gives Superman a hard look to stop him mid question. "Acording to Constantine, ghosts from the Infinite Realms are creatures that should be avoided at all costs due to their extremely volatile nature. Generally, it's a death sentence to ever encounter one."
Superman turned to the child he'd been scolding, shocked that any of that could possibly be true about his colleague. The same colleague, who was so gentle he almost cried when he accidently killed a spider in the dining hall. "Is that true?"
Danny, glancing up but unable to meet Superman's eyes, "Yea-yeah. Intense violence is actually how most ghosts socialize. Regrowing limbs isn't a big deal for ghosts, so they tend to forget how fragile humans are."
Batman continues with his explanation, "In the Infinite Realms, ghosts have evolved to attack anything that moves as a defense due to how hostile the environment is. Everything from the plants to the very ground could attack at any moment. Their version of compassion is controlling their instincts before the killing blow. The fact that Phantom rarely attacks anybody is a testament to his constant and vigillent self-control."
Danny finally meets Superman's eyes and they are nothing but pools of liquid innocence and shame about his very being. "I'm sorry... I'm doing my best, but my ghost instincts are really hard to control, especially when emotions are high and we are carching bad guys, and I can't help but bite. But I promise, I will never let it go any farther than that."
Intense guilt washes over Superman. He knew how seriously Phantom took his promises. He had no idea he was asking Phantom to go against his very nature. Did Phantom have to hold himself back right now? Superman knew a thing or two about how scarily fragile human bodies were to someone like him. He couldn't imagine having instincts that screamed at him to attack anything that moved on top of that.
Batman turned to his old friend with a disapproving stare. "Maybe learn a thing or two before you judge our nonhuman members. I expected better from you."
Superman placed his hands on Phantom's shoulders. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Do the best you can. We can figure out the rest together. Please forget everything I said earlier."
Danny with hope sparking in his eyes, "Are you sure? I know im not perfect, but I want to stay. I really like it here, and I really like helping people."
"Of course. I'll let the others know." Superman walks away down the hall, and out of sight.
Danny grinned, lifted his eyebrows, and nodded toward where Superman ran off to convey his thanks for the save.
Batman gave a quick nod and a tiny, barely there smile of his own. He spoke aloud for the one with superhearing that was definitely still listening, "I apologize for any offense you may have taken. Know that the sentiments of Superman are not shared by the rest of us."
Danny pulled the zip lock baggie out of his pocket and silently handed it to Batman with a grin. It had a napkin smeared with the blood of Danny's most recent biting victim labeled in Sharpie. Danny responded in a wobbly voice that did not match his mischivous grin, "Thanks." He added a sniffle for effect. "I needed to hear that. I'm really doing the best I can, but i guess people dont see it that way."
After this incident, Superman became Danny's biggest defender against the biting accusations.
Danny Phantom, who as far as the Justice League knew was a normal ghost, was presenting a pointpoint in front of the rest of the League. The presentation says, "Why I should be allowed to bite criminals: 1, because I am not human and cannot catch any of your filthy human diseases. 2, because it would allow us to compile DNA samples from the criminals of the world to compare with during crime scene investigation. 3, Fuck you."
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hi!! I came across you and I thought your work is really amazing!! This is my first time asking something like this haha but for everything a first :) I really love figure skating and I was wondering if you could make a oneshot or any headcannons of the reactions of blue lock characters haha (mostly rin nagi and sae)! (sorry if I made some mistakes, English is t my first language)
ice, ice, baby!
âË á˘ blue lock various x figure skater! reader.
⤡ what kind of relationships rin, sae, and nagi (separate) would be in.
itoshi rin
âif youâre going to do something, do it with your entire heart.â
rin met you when he was only ten years old. you were his next door neighbor with a feverish dream to become the best figure skater in the world. although it may have been one of the loftiest dreams anyone might hear, he believed in you the same way you did for him. and together, he will see you perform all over the country, with him in arms waiting.
so when a cold rainy day comes and the two of you were walking home together under a shared umbrella, he wanted to say something. but you beat him to it. standing in front of your door, you turned around and smiled, saying only two things: i will be leaving to russia tomorrow morning to train with a new coach.Â
this first part came as a no brainer to him, of course you would leave. just as sae did a few months ago, you were beginning to flap the wings you were blessed with. however, the second part was what kept him on his toes, heart punching up to his throat: and i love you, rin.
after departing in the morning, he would stay up late to watch your performances on television. even when he had early practice, it was complete habit to see you on screen. your presence on the ice was unmatched by many of your cohorts in russia. cold and calculative, yet free flowing. like a confident stream you graced the fields with a polished play. alongside a perfectly timed quad axel, it placed you right at the top of the world.
the ultimate power couple. when youâre at the kiss and cry, youâll say his name to the camera before blowing a kiss. meanwhile, whenever he scores a goal, heâll raise his fist in a catching motion, bringing it up to his lips as he hides his faint smile behind his hand. your performances will always be dedicated to each other and it drives the press mad (rightfully so).Â
when you return to japan, heâs the first person that you see at the airport. in only a matter of seconds, with his extremely long legs and speed, he is wrapping his arms around you tightly, inhaling your scent as he lays his head on your shoulder.Â
he would immediately take you back to all your favorite places. during your time away, he had taken a multitude of pictures and sent you dozens of instagram reels of cafes. now that you were here in his arms, it made going to them all the more real (or maybe not, with you sitting in front of him, enjoying a mont blanc and latte, it feels like the perfect dream).Â
sleeping in the same bed as him had never felt any better. while you knew him to be a drooler, you would have never expected him to be clingier than a koala. he is keeping you flushed against his chest the entire night. if you think about getting water, he will follow you with arms tangled with yours.Â
itoshi sae
âiâll carve my name into ice while you all watch in awe.âÂ
the only other person with the same amount of arrogance as him was you, a rebellious teenager he found on the streets of spain. you tried to pickpocket him on his first day in the country. instead of reporting you to the police, he asked you one simple question that changed the trajectory of your life: if you had the chance to do anything, what would it be?
some people viewed you as a lost cause in the figure skating world. having started extremely late compared to your other peers, your name was rubbish and caked in dirt. however, it never stopped sae from coming to see you after every practice, watching as you practiced your spins and salchows underneath the dim lights of the arena with a coach heâd hired. to him, you were a diamond in the rough that just needed a push.
he didnât think much about your relationship until it was late at night. you were walking back with him to a hotel, face covered with masks to avoid intruding paparazzi. it started off with small talk, like family and friends (you learned he had a very cocky but sweet brother back in japan), but it quickly diverged into something more intimate that had the two of you walking into his room with intertwined pinkies.
when it came time to perform in the qualifying rounds, you had plunged the stadium with wails and tears. overcoming the countryâs beloved skater by a wide margin, you stood above everyone, head raised high as you pointed up to the cameras, hardening your gaze as you mouthed saeâs name. you must have known he was watching from the corners of the locker room.Â
the world of figure skating was going to change with you, a new generation skater that rose from nothing.Â
sae feels immense pride when it comes with you. even though there were many curve balls thrown in your direction, whether it be from bad press or his persistent fanbase, the smile you hid beneath the covers reassured him that you were going to stick it out. nothing in the world could compare to the happiness you felt when you were with sae. because with him, you knew you could do anything.
dates typically consist of fancy meals or sightseeing trips. he isnât particularly drawn to these activities himself, but what motivates him is the thought of treating you to something new. whether it be a pretty dessert from down the street that costed an arm and a leg, or seeing the stars as you walk along the beach, heâll dedicate a huge chunk of his income to letting you see the world in its fullest.
matching photocards on the back of your phone cases. sae uses a clear one so he can flip his phone around and stare at you before every game. while some think heâs admiring your smile (as beautiful as it is), heâs actually sees you as the perfect rival to his games. although you were both in different sports, the two of you constantly pushed each other to your limits, showing the world what it means to be the very best.Â
nagi seishiro
âthere is no point in anything if you arenât going to have fun.âÂ
he wasnât interested in figure skating until he came across one of your performances on youtube. it was really early into middle school when he started watching you. one of the reasons why he started was because you skated to a lot of his favorite songs from video games he liked. the second reason was because you looked like you were having fun.Â
unlike most figure skaters heâs seen, you made the sport look enjoyable (he thinks everyone else looks extremely constipated when theyâre too focused). with a beautifully confident smile, you danced across the ice, performing triple axels and a perfect biellmann spin. you skated as if you truly loved this sport, and this was the selling point for him (maybe this is when he started to be called a certified fanboy).
when he arrived to blue lock, the first thing he wanted to win back was his phone so he could keep up with your recent uploads. even when you arenât posting something figure skating related, your miniature q&a sessions were entertaining enough to keep him awake for the rest of the night, much to reoâs dismay (he wanted to sleep early for once).
the best thing reo had gifted him were a pair of tickets to see you perform at one of the biggest skating rinks in the country. nagi was almost shaking in his seat in excitement, eyes wider than saucers when you stepped into the arena with the prettiest outfit known to man. you blew kisses and waved to the audience, giving them your signature smile. you suddenly stopped in your tracks to deliver a long kiss in nagiâs direction, something that sent him into an early cardiac arrest.
your relationship with him blossoms after seeing him at the local convenience store. the two of you had awkwardly reached for the same cup noodle. even though you were dressed in a simple, oversized black hoodie and a mask that hid half of your face, he easily recognized you by the sound of your voice. nagiâs phone would have dropped to the ground if it wasnât for you catching it midway. when the screen lights up with a picture of you as his wallpaper, you smile and type in your number, throwing his phone back to him as you take the cup noodle and leave.
you and him would text consistently. after every practice he would immediately rush over to his phone to see if you had left any messages. expect a lot of back and forth photos. nagiâs pictures consisting of things he saw that reminded him of you while you sent him photos of yourself at practice or a recent choreograph.Â
imagine how shocked your youtube fanbase is when you show up with your 6â3 boyfriend who barely shows up on camera because hes too tall for your tripod. youâre teaching him how to ice skate and although he started as a wobbly giraffe, he easily picked up a lot of tricks. he might not be the best at doing jumps but his footwork was impeccable (you like to tease him about switching careers but he lazily replies with his face in your shoulder about how much work itâll be).Â
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Teach Me
Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader
Word Count: 2,4k
Tags: A little bit of angst, Fluff, Kissing, OT8
Summary: After a failed date you find comfort with your best friend. He even offers to teach you how to kiss. Crazy, right?
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'Channie?' you call out when you step into the recording studio.
It was already close to midnight, but you know for a fact that your best friend is still here. He always stays late to work on his songs, either alone or sometimes with Jisung or Changbin.
'In here!' Chan's familiar voice calls back and relief floods your body at the sound of it.
You wipe your cheeks one last time with the back of your hands and take a deep breath before forcing yourself to smile.
'Bestie incoming,' you sing song as you walk the narrow hallway towards the room where his voice came from.
As soon as you walk through the door you freeze.
It wasn't just Chan inside. All the other members of his band are scattered across the couch and floor. Multiple take-out boxes and containers cover the small table and the smell of pizza and chinese food hits your nose.
Eight pairs of eyes are staring at you and it takes a few seconds before any of them react. Chan is the first one to jump up, his brows are furrowed as he takes in the state you're in.
You know you must look like a mess. Your hair is loose and wild from how you've kept running your hand through it, you know your make-up is smeared and your eyes are red from crying. You keep the smile on your face, hoping to fool your friends, but the moment he takes a step forward you know you haven't.
'You cried. What happened?' Chan asks when he's in front of you, softly grabbing your chin between his fingers so you have to look at him.
'Who do we need to hurt?' Changbin yells as he also jumps up from the couch to get closer to you as well.
You flinch at his loud voice and Chan turns his head to glare at his friend.
'No one, Binnie. I'm fine,' you say, but you know your smile is faltering.
'You're not,' Felix's deep voice says from behind Chan. You hadn't even noticed him getting up too. 'Who did this?'
You shake your head at him. 'It's nothing, don't worry about it.'
Telling Chan what happened was one thing, but telling all of them?
Nope.
You couldn't do it. It would be too mortifying.
'Come sit with us,' Chan says, letting go of your chin so he can grab your hand and lead you towards the couch where Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung quickly make room for you.
As soon as you sit down, Seungmin shrugs off his jacket and hangs it around your naked shoulders. You shiver as the fabric touches your skin, it's warm and soft and you hadn't realized how cold you were.
'Where's your jacket?' Chan asks, as if he only just noticed you weren't wearing any while it's no longer hot outside at night.
The guys are all quiet, waiting for you to answer the question.
'I- uhm,' you swallow. 'I forgot it.'
'You forgot your jacket?' Chan narrows his eyes, seeing straight through your bullshit. 'You never go anywhere without--'
'I forgot! I was in a hurry to get away, okay,' you interrupt him, tears welling up in your eyes again as you think of the horrifying moment.
As one all of the guys lean forward, frowns adorn their faces.
'Get away from who?' Chan and Changbin growl practically at the same time.
'Y/N,' Felix gets up from his seat 'Are you hurt?'
'No, no,' you hurry to say. 'I'm okay, I promise. I'm just--' You groan and bury your face in your hands so you don't have to look at their faces. 'I'm extremely embarrassed and maybe a bit upset, but I'm fine.'
When they stay silent, you sigh and lift your head to look them all in the eye.
'I'm fine.'
They don't seem convinced and you can't really blame them.
'Look, I didn't expect you all to be here or I wouldn't have come. I'll just go home, bury myself in blankets and sleep,' you say, starting to get up.
Seungmin grabs your arm and pulls you back on the couch.
'No way we're letting you go when you're feeling down. You shouldn't be alone,' he says and the other guys all nod in agreement.
'And if you want to talk to Channie alone, we can leave you alone for a bit,' Jeongin offers, giving you an encouraging smile.
Your heart swells with how thoughtful they all are and you instantly feel a little better. You always knew they were good guys, but after tonight it was nice to get a reminder that thoughtful and kind guys still exist.
'But if you want you can talk to us too, we won't judge you, I promise,' Lee Know says from his spot on the floor.
'Or if you just want to eat or help us out with making music, that's fine too,' Hyunjin adds with a smile.
'We can also still beat up whoever made you cry,' Jisung swings his fist around in the air.
You can't help but tear up again.
'Y/N?' Chan moves over to you again and kneels down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. 'You're not alone, you're okay and we're all here for you.'
That does it.
A sob escapes your mouth and you throw your arms around his neck, not caring about the guys seeing you cry anymore.
Chan immediately wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his body. Like a koala you wrap yourself around him and you bury your face in his neck, letting his familiar scent calm you down.
'It's okay, you're okay,' Chan continues to whisper as he strokes your back. 'I'm here.'
It takes a few minutes for you to calm down, but when you do, you feel a lot better. You allow yourself a few more moments, keeping your head in the crook of Chan's neck as you slowly get a grip of yourself again.
'I'm sorry,' you whisper.
'What for?' Chan whispers back.
You know that everyone can probably still hear you, but it still feels like it's just Chan and you. In some way the guys are a part of Chan anyways.
'For crying and for ruining your night.'
Chan's hands move up to your arms and he gently pushes you away from his chest so he can look at you.
'You could never ruin my night, Y/N, and as for the crying, isn't that what a best friend is for?'
Your lips curl up in a watery smile and you bring your hand up to pat his cheek.
'My sweet Channie.'
He chuckles and squeezes your arms. 'That's me. Now will you please tell your sweet Channie what happened tonight?'
Your smile disappears and immediately so does Chan's.
'What happened?' he repeats, his eyes dark.
'I just went on a shitty date,' you finally confess. 'He was very nice at first, but-'
'I swear if he hurt you,' Chan growls and from the corner of your eyes you see two other members get up as well.
'Stop being so macho,' you roll your eyes. 'I appreciate your concern babe, but I'm okay and he didn't hurt me.'
Chan narrows his eyes at you and cocks his head. 'Then what did he do, Y/N?'
'Did he force you to do anything you didn't want?' Changbin asks, sitting down next to you and Chan.
You wait a second too long with denying it and both men tense up.
'No, no! It's not like that,' you hurry to say. 'He just-' You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes. 'He laughed at me.'
Chan blinks at you and so does Changbin.
'What for?' Lee Know pipes up from behind you.
'Did he just laugh or did he say stuff as well?' Hyunjin asks from the couch.
You sigh and bite your lip, debating whether or not to just blurt it out. It all seemed so silly now.
'Y/N?' Chan asks again.
'He kissed me and I didn't expect it,' you say, closing your eyes in mortification. 'I froze at first and when he-' you shiver and Chan balls his hands up in fists.
'He what?' Felix asks softly.
'God this is so embarrassing you guys, you're going to laugh at me too,' you groan, letting your head fall against Chan's chest again.
'We won't,' Jeongin promises and the others hum in agreement.
'I freaked out,' you mumble. 'And when he put his tongue in my mouth, I may have gagged and started hyperventilating.'
The guys are quiet around you and for a moment you wonder if they heard you. Just as you lift your head from Chan's chest, they all start to talk at once. They don't laugh. All their faces are serious as they try to talk over each other. All except Chan.
'What?' you whisper at him when his eyes stay locked with yours.
âI had no idea youâve never been kissed before,â he says, his eyes falling to your lips for a millisecond. âAnd Iâm sorry your first experience with it was awful.â
You shrug and snort when a thought enters your mind. âIf only you could teach me how to properly kiss so I donât freak out next time,â you joke.
Everyone falls quiet and Chanâs eyes darken before he looks down at your lips again. His tongue comes out to moisten his lips and your heart skips a bit at the sight. Shit, he had no right to look at you like that.
âIâm only joking,â you choke out, breaking the silence and shifting awkwardly in Chanâs lap.
Chanâs hands fall down to your hips and he holds you still.
âI could, you know,â he says then. âTeach you.â
You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. All you can do is stare at him with big eyes, both in shock and intrigued. Was he really serious? Would he teach you? Wouldnât that be weird? Wouldnât that ruin your friendship?
âOr any of us could,â Changbin pipes up, breaking your thoughts. âOr if you need some practise after Chan teaches you-â
âShut up, Bin,â Chan interrupts his friend, his hands tightening around your hips.
âHey, donât get all alpha on Y/N now Channie,â Jisung teases.
You laugh and look around at the guys, no longer feeling awkward. They really are the nicest people you know.
âThank you,â you smile at them. âI feel much better already.â
A chorus of cheers makes you laugh and for a moment you forget the offer that still hangs in the air. That is, until Chan suddenly stands up and hauls you with him as you were still in his lap.
âCome with me,â he says when you stand on your own legs again.
He grabs your hand and leads you to the hallway as another chorus of cheers and whistles erupts in the room. When the door to the recording studio falls close and the sound of the guys falls away, you find yourself alone with Chan. Your heart is beating so wild in your chest that you wonder if Chan can hear it.
Is he going to kiss you? Does he really want to? What if you freak out again?
As always Chan seems to be able to read your mind and when he cups your face with his hands and locks his gaze with yours, everything else falls away. He leans his forehead against yours and his warm breath puffs against your lips.
âBreathe,â Chan whispers. âJust breathe for a moment.â
You do as he says and close your eyes as you focus on his breathing, trying to match it with yours while you try to ignore how close his lips are to yours. It doesnât take long before youâre breathing in the same rhythm and when you open your eyes you find Chan already looking at you.
âNow what?â you ask, biting your lip. âWill you really teach me?â
Chanâs lips move up in a sweet smile and he moves his hands so that one of them is cupping the back of your neck, while the other grabs onto your chin.
âDo you want me to?â
You should feel nervous, like you were on your date earlier, but youâre not. You feel calm. Safe. Excited.
âYes,â you whisper, gripping the front of his shirt between your fingers. âPlease.â
âStay still and relax, okay?â Chan nods and then he cups your face again with his big hands. The cool metal of his rings feel nice against your hot cheeks.
Chan slowly moves his face even closer to yours and when your noses touch he stills, once again letting his breath tickle your mouth. You tremble in anticipation and tighten your fingers on the fabric of his shirt.
âChannie,â you breathe out, nearly panting already when he hasnât even done anything.
Chan chuckles and closes the distance, pressing his lips against yours softly. His thumb gently caresses the skin of your cheek and you melt against him as he slowly moves his mouth over yours. You copy his movement and when he hums against your mouth in approval you feel like youâre on cloud nine.
Who knew kissing could feel so good?
After what feels like only a few seconds, Chan pulls back and you shamelessly chase his mouth with yours. A hoarse chuckle escapes Chanâs throat, but he lets you kiss him again. And again.
Thereâs no tongue, but at the moment you donât feel like you neither need or want that. Not yet.
No. This is enough for now.
Chanâs lips were plump and soft and you felt like you were surrounded by his comfortable smell and touch. It felt amazing, addicting and oh so wonderful.
When you finally pulled back again to look at Chan, his pupils were dilated and his lips were red and a little swollen. He looked beautiful and you fight the urge to kiss him again.
âLesson one complete?â you grin up at him.
Chan flicks your nose with his finger and grins back at you.
âLesson two will include tongue, think you can handle it?â
You shiver at the thought. If kissing Chan feels this good without tongue already, how would it be to really kiss him?
âI think I can handle anything when itâs with you.'
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a/n: eeeekkkk my first y/n fic. I hope you like it <3
I debated having all the guys teach her, but ended up with just Chan for now. I also might write a part 2 (; xxx
#bang chan x reader#stray kids fanfic#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#stray kids scenarios#stray kids fluff#bang chan fluff#skz x reader#skz x y/n#skz ot8#bang chan x y/n#bang chan x you#bang chan fanfic#all the guys are SO sweet
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if there's one thing you know about yourself is that you shouldn watch your mouth when you're drunk.
but you're out with your friend, and she looks beautiful when she laughs, and it's so good to see her not stressed from work, and it's great that you finally get to hang out after such a long time, and you can't help but ask her:
"why?"
"why what?"
"why do you humans keep wasting so many resources trying to make that earth planet habital? i don't get it."
she gets this somber look in her face. the laughter stops. she looks like she might cry.
you feel terrible.
"i'm so sorry, i shouldn't have... you don't have to answer that-"
"my grandma was born there, you know that?"
you stop talking. she looks distant.
"when i was a kid, she told us all about how it used to be, before everything. when she was little, she lived in a small house with her parents, and her mom grew crops in the garden, and they had a tree that gave them bitersweet fruit on the summers. sometimes birds would make nests on that tree, and she and my great grandma would set up little houses and playthings for the babies to play with.
she was always fascinated by birds. all animals, really, but especially birds. i've never seen a bird in my entire life if not for her drawings, and she always regretted the fact that she never got into coloring to show us exactly what they looked like.
she has pictures of her and her college friends visiting waterfalls and running together in the wilderness. she used to camp, like, a lot, really camp, in the middle of the woods, just her and her friends, like we read in the books. it's different from camping in vr, she kept telling us, we had to actually learn how to not die in the woods.
she married my grandpa at the beach, and... it's so different from the simulations. the sunset was beautiful in the pictures she showed us, but she told us that it was even better in person. she looked so beautiful with her sunburnt skin, even though she was in pain, and we never have to worry about burning our skin because of the sun, everything is all so protected and artificial, we don't even see the sun anymore.
my grandparents promised each other that when they got older they would have a farm. my grandma always wanted a few birds and a big dog. but then, when my parents were ten years old, the planet was so screwed that they had to populate other planets. she kept telling us that she was one of the lucky ones, because my grandpa was in the military and they helped people evacuate, but that most people like her died on earth.
everyone thinks it's our fault, you know? we doomed our planet, why would we even be trying so hard to restore it? i don't know. my grandma did it because she didn't want my parents to grow up in this place, where everything is made up and she did it all for nothing, because we're still here and we know nothing different from it. and to be honest, it's kind of hard to believe it was her fault in the first place. she really did her best. she saved water. she planted trees. she protected birds and other wildlife. she protested.
the truth is: no one listened. no one important enough, at least. no one cared about the little people like her, who were just trying to live their lives in a doomed world, and kept doing her best. the big guys wanted the money and they fucked everyone else over just to have it."
"i'm sorry, i-"
"i guess now that we've lost everything people are finally learning to miss what we used to have. our lives weren't so bad. and we want to go home, even though that doesn't make sense. i don't know what home looks like. i don't know what a bird looks like, or what it's like to stand on a beach and feel the waves lap at your feet, or what the forest smells like. but i keep trying to go back anyways."
she takes a sip of her drink.
you stay silent.
"You humans have hundreds of planets under your control, so why do you waste so many resources trying to make that Earth planet habital? I genuinely don't understand."
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summary: in which sevika becomes your boss at The Last Drop
content: this fic is another multi-chapter work! i hope you enjoy.
content warning for this fic: depiction of sa (this chapter only), blood, slight gore/fight scenes, cursing, sexually explicit content. pretty heavy topics to be honest, it makes a lot of commentary on how it's like to live in Zaun. since this chapter has an sa scene (very lightly detailed scene but still hints to it), if you would like to skip that part, there will be three asterisks (***) that indicate when the scene begins and when it stops so that you can do what's safer for you. sa will not be talked about alot in depth for the rest of the chapters, and i will give a content warning to chapters that hint or reference it.
word count: 3k
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Part One
When you are first hired at the Last Drop, it only takes 4 hours for Sevikaâs name to circulate the building and make its way towards you.Â
The first time you spot her, she is brushing through a crowd of drunkards, seemingly not wanting to be approached with an expression as hard as stone. The tall woman, attractive and large as she may be, is intimidating. Her figure, although only in your line of vision for a few seconds, is something made of pure muscle and height. You know that she could easily tower over you if she wanted.Â
Despite her quick and fast entrance, it only takes your first day to realize that Sevika isnât someone that you fuck around with. And based on the way that your coworkers and supervisors tense at the mere mention of her name, itâs obvious that sheâs someone important here.
Throughout your first month at the Last Drop, any other appearances of Sevika is no different. Her steel cold stare could freeze anyone to death. Youâve seen her drag people upstairs only for them to never come back down (who knows what she or Silco did with the body?). Youâve seen the way she dominates the deadliest menâhow she doesn't let them silence her.Â
How she challenges themâŚ
You've also seen the way that your coworkers have gotten their heart broken, hoping to be the one-night-stand turned lover that changes Sevikaâs promiscuous ways. And every time, your coworkers end up heartbroken. Gender doesnât really seem to matter with Sevika. Sheâs ruthless with everyone. Sheâs mean.
And, God, you really hate how much you like mean women.
At first, you thought it was amusing to be pining after her. It isnât surprising, since you've had your fair share of passionate romances (and heartbreaks) with people similar to Sevika. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you canât seem to stay away from them.
But now itâs been over a month and you can't help but wonder when the crush will dissipate. At this point, it's entirely inconvenient.
You've managed to keep yourself out of the limelight for the majority of your time at the Drop. Youâve found your rhythm by staying in the kitchen, away from the wandering eyes of questionable strangers. Away from Sevika.
But that only lasts for so long.
Amy, your boss, manages to shatter your Switzerland bubble on a Thursday evening at noon. Itâs exactly the last thing you want to hear: âI need you to swap schedules with Janessa,â Amy barks.
It isnât a suggestion or question. Itâs a demand.Â
Your mouth opens to object, already feeling that familiar pang of agitation within you. But Amy doesnât hang around long enough to hear.Â
âThanks!â She calls over her shoulder, briskly walking behind the counter and towards the kitchen.
Your teeth grind and your jaw clenches. With balling fists, you stand there for a few more minutes. Trying to simmer down. Trying not to get fired.
You cook. You make new recipes. You may even help the dishwashers every once in a while (especially on nights that are packed).Â
But you donât buss and you donât wait. Thatâs Janessaâs ballpark. Sheâs known as one of the best waiters in town. Her reputation followed her as she hopped in between different restaurants before landing at The Last Drop for good. Sheâs usually quick, efficient, polite but not too polite (no one ever could be considering the kind of people that this job attracts).Â
The idea of Janessa swapping places with you in order to cook an overwhelming amount of food under the pressure of constant verbal abuse? That doesnât sound right.Â
Well, it doesnât sound like something she would willingly do.
âI tried to help you out,â Max, your coworker, whispers. He clicks his tongue while washing down the countertop of the bar. You forgot that you were holding a conversation with him before Amy interrupted. âI overheard her talking to Nessa about it and offered the swap.â Max blinks through his thick lashes, which are covered with clumps of purple mascara, before he makes eye contact with you. âThe bitch told me I wasn't qualified. Can you believe it?â
You snort underneath your breath, nearly choking at the idea of such a conversation happening.
Maxâa petite curly-haired himbo with stunning hazel eyes and nails long enough to claw your heart outâmost certainly isn't a popular bartender due to his skills. He has charisma, a charming personality and a smile that can make anyone stop in their tracks. Heâs willing to listen to anyone that needs a shoulder to cry on (which is almost always every regular that comes here), and he doesnât mind sucking up to Amy as long as it means that he has full control of the bar. Heâs been employed here long before Amyâs time, which you truly believe is his saving grace.
He knows the history, the neighborhoodâ the business very well.
But mixing drinks? Not his strong suit.
Seeing him out on the level ground with numerous tables to handle would be comical. A train wreck for sure, but definitely comical.
âDid she say why Nessa was swapping?â Self consciously, you peer at the rest of the pub over your shoulder. Everyone is seemingly out of earshot but it doesnât hurt to be sure.
Maxâs shoulders tense. He stops his scrubbing, right hand still holding onto his soaked disinfecting cloth as he sends you a sidelong glance. âNot my place to tell.â
The hairs stand up on your arms as you register his reply.
The sound of the entrance door opening is what shatters your reverie. Just like that, Maxâs shoulders relax. A smile spreads across his face, this time not quite reaching his eyes, as he looks towards the door. âWelcome to The Last Drop!â He says, voice dipping into that flirtatious cadence you know all too well.
That is all he is going to say on the matter. You know Max doesnât like gossiping about peopleâs shit. And your coworkers definitely have a lot of messy situations throughout their employment here. He wants no relation to any of it.Â
You pick up on the hint, instead swallowing your curiosity and looking at the incoming customer. Itâs one of the workers from the brothel across the street. Sheâs a leggy brunette with towering stilettos and a resting bitch face as cold as stone. Sheâs just as unapproachable as the last time you saw her. But thereâs a spark in her eye when she regards Max. Based on her last few visits, youâve grown to learn that sheâs taking a liking to him.
âWell, that's my cue. Iâll leave you toâŚdo your thing,â You mumble, fighting off a smirk. Max peers at you with a quizzical expression as you gesture vaguely to the bar around you. âOr whatever nonsense you do up hereâŚâ
âHmph,â He rolls his eyes. âShouldn't you be back there making shepherd's pie or something?â
âYou mean working? Something you're not familiar with, Iâm sure.â
âWith a face card like this? Iâm too fabulous to work.â He winks before gesturing towards his face. âA reality you're not familiar with, Iâm sure.â
A laugh erupts out of you as you click your tongue. Youâre walking towards the kitchen, ready to clock out for the day and finally rest, when you hear the lady of the night approach the bar. You believe her name to be Scarlett, and her voice is a low and silky murmur while she addresses Max.
When you glance over your shoulder, you can't help but notice the way her cleavage spills over her frilly corset top. Her braids are pulled into a bun on top of her head, eyes alluring as she peers at Max through thick long lashes.
Too caught up in all the glamor that Scarlett is, you walk right into a nearby wall (because that is unfortunately what happens whenever beautiful women are near you).Â
Max and Scarlett immediately glance at you. Max, with that all-knowing smirk, and Scarlett's raised eyebrow is enough to make you want to dig yourself a grave.
But you don't. Instead, you clear your throat, apologize and shuffle to the kitchen with haste.
The air is thick with cigarette smoke.
Thatâs one of the reasons why you hate waiting.Â
You donât mind occasionally working in such an atmosphere. After all, you are one of the few chefs that regularly make an appearance everyday. So youâve grown accustomed to walking through the boisterous crowds of smokers and drunken belligerents before and after your shifts.
But then, for the rest of the shit, you usually find solace in the kitchenâswallowed by plates and dishes and food and ingredientsâwhich is more your forte.
âHey pretty lady,â A bald, greasy buff man grumbles. His eyes are set on you yet simultaneously far away. Out of focus. âIâm getting hungry. Why don't you come over here and serve me?â Then he winks with a shit-eating grin that makes you queasy.
âYou're not in my section,â You reply dryly with a shrug. âBut I'll let Dylan know that you're ready to order.âÂ
âI don't want Dylan,â His eyes linger on your chest, before trailing down your entire physique. It's almost as if he allows his entire train of thought to become visible for everyone to read.Â
Your teeth grind as you quickly scan the room once more. Dylan said that he was stepping out for a 5 minute smoke break 40 minutes ago.Â
There's a part of you that doesn't want to give in. You don't mind being the one coworker that won't take on more tables than absolutely necessary. Especially when you were voluntold to switch job roles with someone you barely even know, and without even being told why.
If it wasn't so hard to find a job lately, you're pretty sure Amyâs management within itself would be enough encouragement for you to quit. But you really, really need the money. Despite the toxic work environment and occasional harassment from drunk citizens, this is the closest you've come to financial stability in years. You canât afford to fuck it up.
A heavy exhale leaves you as you shift your feet. âHave you had a chance to look over the menu?â You ask, eying the man with distaste.
His grin widens. âNo. What do you suggest?â
âWell, we offer a lot of stuff really. If you're in the mood for something more fulfilling, we have different stew dumplings. I'm not sure about your allergies though, most of the stews here are made withââ
âSurprise me,â Then he gives you another once over.
There is a part of you, a small part, that's tempted to reach across the table and rip out his eyes. You hate the feeling you experience when men unabashedly undress you with their eyes; especially when itâs from creepy old men.Â
Even more so when said men don't know how to respect boundaries.
But you ignore the idea of doing such a thing. Instead, you turn on your heels and walk away.
Or, at least, you try to walk away.Â
***
A tight grip wraps around your wrist, pulling so abruptly that you nearly fall over. It happens so fast that you barely register it. A breath, hot and pungent with liquor, travels across the base of your neck before meeting your nose. âYou didn't ask me if I wanted anything to drink.â The man adds, voice low and gravelly.
Then more is happening...
And that's what makes you snap.Â
Within seconds, you're reaching for your knife, which you had previously placed inside the pocket of your apron.Â
A fire courses through your veins as you retract the blade.
âWhat the fuck!â The man yells, letting go of your wrist. He presses a palm against his right cheek, which now has a wide gash that is gushing with blood.
***
You don't give him time to say anything else. Your elbow comes in contact with his throat, jabbing his windpipe with as much force as possible. He staggers from the impact, landing with his back on top of the table behind him as he gasps for air.
Your knife, now dripping with his blood, digs into his chest. You hold it there, watching him wince when you apply pressure.
âIf you ever so much as breathe in my direction again,â You mutter darkly. Heâs squirming uncomfortably, a pool of blood soaking through his shirt as your knife continues to pierce his chest.
The pub has grown eerily silent and the heavy weight of countless eyes begins to register.
âIâŚI-I,â The man underneath splutters in shock. Beads of sweat gather around his forehead as he peers up at you through a cloud of fear. Thirty minutes ago, youâd have been surprised to find him roughed up by someone half his size, especially considering how large his biceps are.Â
But then again, The Last Drop seems to be filling up with tons of useless goons nowadays.
âWeâll deal with him.â The voice that breaks your reverie is unrecognizableâfeminine and raspy.Â
That's when your head snaps up and you realize just how tense the atmosphere has become. Many citizens watch you silently, some mouths ajar while others look ready to egg you on. It's never really a typical Friday night at this place without people trying to drunkenly fight each other.
It's rare, though, that employees become the main culprit.
Something moves closer to youâa person. âHey, it's alright. I-â
Still on edge, you're quick to react. You inhale sharply, grip tightening around your knife with reflexes that feel like second nature.
A low growl fills the air, the sound of metal colliding with metal following soon after. Then your blade is being knocked out of your hand, something powerful grabbing both of your arms.
A flash of grey, the smell of cigarillo. Warmth. Undeniable warmth.
âWoah, it's just me." The voice is so close, yet so far away.
"Look-" Then... "Maxwell, I need you to come and help." The voice speaks again. This time even firmer. A womanâs voice.Â
When your vision adjusts, you lock gazes with a pair of stormy grey irises. They're merely inches from yours, peering down at you with a gaze that is steady.Â
That's when you realize that you can't move because she's practically towering over you. Holding you.
Itâs Sevika.
You must have tried to attack her, clearly caught off guard. Surely, you hadn't meant to. For a split second, you lost it and now here she comes, seemingly out of nowhere. It was merely a reflexâa fight or flight response.
âIt's me. Sevika," She announces, voice sharp as if she's trying to to speak through a wall. "I'm having them take him upstairs. Heâll be dealt with,â She repeats, almost as if it's a promise. She searches your eyes, grip loosening around your arms, âIâll make sure of it.â She adds. Despite her expression being made of steel, there's something that flickers in her eyes. It appears only for a millisecond but it's glaring enough to somehow recenter you.
Her shoulders appear to relax when you start to feel present in the room again.
She waits for you to reply. And waits.
And waits.
And waits some more.
Then, âI can handle myself,â Is all that you manage to say.Â
She stares at you for longer. You can see the gears in her brain shifting, but you aren't exactly sure of what to anticipate next, or even how to accept the fact that you just tried to attack your boss with a pocket knife.
âIâve got her,â This time, the source is coming from someone familiar. Max. âIt's okay,â He whispers, drawing closer. You feel him before you see him. The tips of his claw-like nails brush against your shoulders as he gingerly grabs a hold of you.Â
Only then is when Sevika breaks your gaze, this time turning to Max. âStaff lounge.â The brute woman orders.Â
âIâm fine.â You counter.Â
The edge in your voice says otherwise.
â...Then I need you to grab Amy,â She continues, completely disregarding you. âI would like to know why we have a chef waiting tables during the busiest rush of the weekââ
âI donât need to go anywhere,â You press, voice raising a few decibels.
Sevika jawâs clenches, icy eyes flickering towards you. âYou nearly decapitated someone. Youââ
â...I have four hours left. I will leave when my shift is complete.â
Her nose flares. âLounge. Now.â
Before you can reply, sheâs turning on her heels and walking away.
Unfortunately, Max agrees with Sevika.
Itâs apparent in the way he immediately grabs your shoulders after her departure. Every citizen seems to be watching the entire escapade because this is the quietest youâve ever heard the pub be during a rush hour.
âIâm fine!â You hiss, frustrated by the whole ordeal. You are perfectly capable of defending yourself. You don't need staff members to coddle you. âSeriously.â
Max doesnât reply, merely huffing underneath his breath as he guides you past the bar and towards a back hallway that leads to another room.Â
When the two of you have reached the lounge, he finally says, âYou're shaking.â
Your eyebrows furrow. âWhat?â
He leans forward, grabbing both of your hands,â You're shaking.â He repeats, looking at you dead in the eyes. That's when he lets go and you peer down at your palms.
A frown spreads across your lips at the sight of your trembling fingers.
âYou nearly killed the guy,â Max continues. âWhere did you learn to fight like that?â
âIt was only self-defense.â
âI'm not saying you were in the wrong,â A flicker of worry meets Maxâs eyes. âThat asshole deserves everything you did to him, probably more, But,â He winces. His gaze trails off to a distant place behind you. âChefâs donât usually do what you just did.â
Before you can reply to Max, the door flings open. In walks the petite redhead that you instantly knew to be Amy. Sheâs light on her feet, eyes alert and face flushed. At first, youâre surprised to see her in such a state.Â
Shortly, though, Sevika enters the room. Then it all makes sense.
Sevikaâs domineering in all aspects and has a ferocious air about her that can make anyone feel...tense.Â
You thought she was the last of it, but another pair of footsteps walk-in behind her.Â
âS-Sorry,â The person stammers, side stepping so they can scurry around Sevika and find a chair to sit in. The person is Dylan.
âThis won't take long,â Sevika announces. She seems annoyed, not even looking at anyone else in the room. âStarting tomorrow, nothing about tonight will be brought up again. Now, Amy.â She turns to Amy, who instantly shrinks in her chair. âWhy wasn't Janessa on the floor tonight?â
There's a beat of hesitation before, âShe's working the kitchen now.â
Sevikaâs nose flares. âIf you moved her because of last week, I want you to think over your explanation very carefully.â
Another beat drags. Amy blinks. She gapes. She blinks once more. Her cheeks are tomato red at this point. âI-â
Sevika presses on. âDid Silco somehow change his mind?âÂ
â...No.â
âSo you deliberately went against Silcoâs orders and switched Janessa to the kitchen. Meanwhile,â Sevikaâs eyes flicker to you. Your stomach lurches. âYou make our only competent chef work the floor, after I told you that she isn't up for debate. And you expect me to show you mercy?â
Amy doesn't answer. She's on the verge of tears, which shocks you.
Amy is a bitch.
Sheâs known for brutally reaming people for simply breathing wrong. She doesnât hold back and she doesnât mind doing it in front of customers either. You know her to be stone cold. Heartless. Void of compassion and depth.
You never thought that youâd see the day where sheâd get her ass handed to her.
Sevika turns to you, face filled with hard lines and calculating orbs. She stares at you for a few moments. You don't quite understand if sheâs sizing you up or mentally chastising you. But you wait for her to fully collect her thoughts.
âIf anyone touches you like that again,â She slowly begins, voice low. âYou do what needs to be done. Whatever that means to you. Do you understand?âÂ
Your muscles freeze at her words.
No questioning? No reprimands?
âYou aren't mad?â You clear your throat.
You were fully expected to get reamed for tonight.
Sevika raises an eyebrow, âDo you want me to be?â
Heat spreads across your body. You don't answer her question, deciding to move on. âDoes Silco know about tonight?â
She grows more perplexed, âDo you want Silco to know?â
In the corner of your eye, you watch how stiff the rest of the staff members become. The room is so quiet that you nearly hear a pin drop.
Itâs obvious that Silco finding out about this would cause a shit show.
Sevika takes your silence as an answer.Â
âNone of this will be mentioned again after tonight.â She breaks eye contact and turns to the rest of the room. âIs that clear?â
Everyone nods.
âAnd Dylan?â
Dylan jumps at the sound of his name. âHuh? I mean, yes? Y-Yes, maâam?â
âIf you disappear for that long again, you won't have a job to come back to.â
âYes, maâam. I-I mean,â Dylan blinks with swimming eyes. âSorry.â
Sevika chooses then to shove her human hand into her pocket, glancing at you once more. When she retracts it, you notice that there is something shiny and silver that she's holding.
Your knife.
Silently, she holds it towards you.Â
When your feet stay plantedâbrain struggling to process everything that's happeningâshe exhales heavily, evidently becoming impatient.
Clearing your throat, you force yourself to close the distance. You grab your knife, knuckles grazing her palm, which ignites a static shock. Your fingers jump away from her instantly. If the skin contact startled her, her face doesnât give it away.
âThank you,â Is all that you say. You hate how vulnerable you sound.
She merely nods. Then, âHe's upstairs, by the way. Definitely suffering from what you did to him but not harmed any further." She pauses, rubbing her lips together. "Did you want to come upstairs? It's your call on how you would like him to be handled."
You eyes widen at the realization.
She took him upstairs to do god know what (everyone knows that if Sevika takes you upstairs for any other reason than discussing business, then you probably aren't coming back down). You'd never thought she would include employees in such a thing.
Even with a matter such as this.
"I'll give you ten minutes to think about it," She continues on. "If you decide to come upstairs, he'll be waiting. Otherwise, go home. Tomorrow you'll return to the kitchen.â Then she turns on her heels, adding, âAmy, I expect your desk to be cleaned out by midnight.â Before she walks away.Â
In the midst of her departure, your eyes begin to burn.Â
Max and Dylan are already stepping out of the room, completely shaken up by the entire situation.
Being reprimanded by Sevika is never on anyoneâs bucket list.
You idle there for a while, letting all of the events replay in your mind as your muscles start to unspool. Fidgeting with your knife, you allow the blade to extend. Thatâs when you notice that his blood has been cleaned off and your blade sharpened.
Amy wails pathetically while curling into herself.Â
Her cries are nothing more than brown noise at this point. You're too preoccupied by the hammering of your heart, and the way that Sevikaâs words have tattooed themselves onto your hippocampus:
If anyone touches you like that again, you do what needs to be done.
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Love your work! itâs so good, i was wondering if i could request another darkpervy!Logan and reader, Sheâs sleeping and he sneaks into her room and does whatever, you can decide if she wakes up or not and what they do, thank you!
note: weâve been gone for a little, but we could never not come back with a dirty, dark, and pervy Logan Howlett post.
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Logan wasnât the type to think about secrets the group exposes on themselves on their drunk Friday nights, but what y/n had said earlier had been in his head for the last hour.
âIs it normal to, like, pass out after you finish? Iâm not joking- Shop laughing!â
Everyone took what she said as a normal dirty secret, but Logan? God, he got hard within seconds of hearing her secret.
Now the man is outside of her room, listing through the thick door for her moans. He could tell she was close.
âF-Fuck,â y/n whined as her legs began to shake. Logan did his best to keep himself back from cumming right then. Her voice was enough to make a mess in his pants.
After Logan heard a few whines that sounded low and dead, he knocked on her door. He prayed she wouldnât answer, and thank god she didnât.
Logan quickly entered her room, closing and locking the door before anyone saw him in the hallway.
The man slowly turned around and met y/nâs sleeping body. She really wasnât lying.
Logan was excited, heart pounding as his cock twitched. He knew tonight would be the best night heâs ever had.
âCan smell that pussy from over hereâŚâ Logan spoke low as he came up to her bed. He thought about taking his time, maybe eating her out or jerking off over her face, but he decided he needed to be in her.
Logan quickly undressed himself before hovering over her, getting in between her loose legs to spread them apart. âSo perfect,â was all he could say.
Y/n isnât too much of a heavy sleeper after she goes out after an orgasm, but for some reason, she hasnât woken up yet. That orgasm had been one of the top bests.
âGonna get this done quick and easy, okay, princes?â Logan spoke as he began pushing at her entrance, instantly feeling her tighten around his shaft. Logan groaned loudly as y/n whined, slowly waking up.
Y/n spoke, but Logan couldnât understand her. She hadnât even known what she said. She was out of it, and that only made her look better to the man.
âKeep it down, baby,â Logan said as y/nâs head slowly began to move, but she wasnât fully awakened. She knew something was going on, but she felt pressure in her lower stomach and head. She felt a good kind of dizzy.
âSo fuckinâ wet, Bub. You werenât gonna tell me this? I thought we were close friends?â Logan said as his hands grabbed her lower body, pulling her into his now hard and deep thrust.
Y/nâs eyes squeezed before she tried opening them. She had failed a few times until they finally opened. That meant nothing though, as they were rolling to the back of her head from the sudden pleasure.
âFeels good, sweetheart? Tell me. Tell me you feel good, y/nâ, Logan growled as he looked down at her smaller girl, watching her struggle to stay awake and take him.
âLo?â Y/n asked, which came out as a whine. âAh huh, Iâm right here, baby. Itâs me,â the man assured as her hands touched anywhere to grasp what was happening to her.
âL-Lo,â y/n whined, feeling his cock slip into her with ease as she grew more wet. Now she knew she was being fucked, but her brain still couldnât comprehend the situation.
âDonât worry â Iâm close,â Logan spoke, confusing y/n as she slowly lifted her head. The young lady focused on what was thrust in and out of her cunt, and when she realized it, she couldnât help but moan.
âLogan,â y/n whined, eyes still on the way his cock pushed into her. âYou like it?â Logan asked again as one hand rested on the back of her head, keeping her up to see the view as the other strongly gripped her waist.
âI-I donât know,â y/n said, but lord knew she loved this. âCâmon, Bub â Tell me you like it. You take me too good not to like it,â Logan said, feeling himself near. âI-I like it,â Y/nâs low voice echoed through his brain.
âFuck yeah â You fuckinâ like it, baby? Like me having my way with your half-unconscious body?â Logan couldnât stop thinking about how much he loved her being this way. He never knew this was a kink until earlier today.
âI-I do,â y/n replied right before a pool of cum gushed out of her. âOh yeah, baby â Thatâs what I like to see,â Logan picked his pace up, feeling his cock goat h uncontrollably.
âOnce I fill you up, I wonât be able to stop,â
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Can you do prompt 61 With Pina
Family Interview
Pina x reader
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The press room was bustling as you and Claudia sat at the table, facing a crowd of reporters. Your daughter, Lexie, was supposed to be off to the side being Mapi, which you both realize was a mistake. Mapi had promised to keep an eye on Lexie while you and your wife answered the questions. Lexie, at three years old, was still a ball of energy and curiosity, and there was no telling what would happen when she was left unattended for too long.
You glanced over at Claudia, who was trying to focus on the reporters in front of you but kept smiling softly every time she caught a glimpse of Lexie in Mapi's arms. Lexieâs giggles were contagious, and you found yourself fighting a smile, despite your best efforts to remain professional.
Not even five minutes later just as Claudia was about to answer a question, you saw Lexie darting across the room in your peripheral vision, heading straight toward you both.
You quickly exchanged glances with Claudia, and before either of you could react, Lexie was at your feet, looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes. She threw her arms up in the air, as if declaring she was ready to join the press conference herself.
âMummies!â Lexie called out, her voice carrying through the quiet room, immediately drawing a few amused looks from the reporters.
Claudia let out a small laugh, shaking her head. âI knew leaving her with Mapi would not end well,â she whispered under her breath, before patting her lap. âCome here, princesa,â Claudia said, lifting Lexie onto her lap.
Lexie grinned, settling in comfortably against Claudia, her little hands resting on her mamĂâs arms. You couldnât help but smile at the sight, even though you were both supposed to be focusing on the questions.
The reporter that was in the middle of asking Claudia a question smiled. âLooks like weâve got an extra participant in todayâs press conference,â he joked, and the room chuckled along with him. âSo, Lexie, do you have a favorite player?â
Lexie, sitting on Claudiaâs lap, looked up at the reporter curiously, her brown eyes bright. She held a finger up to her lips, thinking hard, before finally replying with a decisive, âTĂa Ale!â
The room burst out laughing. Even Claudia couldnât help but smile at the mention of Alexia, your teammate and Lexieâs favorite âaunt,â who had been a constant presence in Lexieâs life since birth.
âTĂa Ale?â the reporter clarified, chuckling.
âSĂ,â Lexie nodded firmly, as if it was the most obvious answer. âTĂa Ale. She plays with mummy and mamĂ,â Lexie said with a matter-of-fact tone, her small hands moving animatedly as she spoke.
You smiled fondly at your daughter, trying not to lose focus. âSheâs been obsessed with TĂa Ale since birthâ you said, turning toward the reporter. âShe'd probably run to Alexia before us.â
Claudia kissed the top of Lexieâs head, her smile wide but trying to stay composed for the sake of the press conference. âAnd sheâs been asking if she can play with TĂa Ale on the pitch one day, right, Lexie?â
Lexieâs eyes lit up. âYes! Play with TĂa Ale and TĂa Ingrid,â she added, snuggling closer into Claudiaâs chest.
The reporters chuckled again, clearly charmed by the sweet, spontaneous moment.
But it didnât take long for Lexieâs curiosity to wander again. She started shifting in Claudiaâs lap, trying to get a better look at the room and the reporters. One by one, the questions began flowing again, but every few moments, Lexie would pipe up with something that made the room laugh.
âWhatâs the biggest difference between you and your wife on the pitch?â one reporter asked.
Claudia opened her mouth to answer, but Lexie interrupted, âMamĂâs faster!â
You laughed, a little surprised, as Claudia playfully raised an eyebrow at her. âI donât know about that, sweetie,â Claudia said, her voice teasing. âMummy might be faster on the pitch sometimes.â
âMummyâs fast sometimes,â Lexie nodded, as if the matter was settled.
âClearly, Lexie is the expert here,â another reporter said, giving a knowing smile. âI think we all need to take her word for it.â
Another few questions came and went, but Lexie stayed perched happily on Claudiaâs lap. As the press conference wore on, you and Claudia exchanged occasional glances and smiles, knowing that despite the awkwardness of having your three-year-old at the table with you, this moment was precious.
Eventually, the reporters wrapped up, clearly enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere that had emerged. The last question was directed at Lexie, who had started to fidget, clearly over the whole idea of sitting still for so long.
âYou ready for the game, Lexie?â a reporter asked, smiling at her as she wriggled in Claudiaâs lap.
âSĂ!â she exclaimed. âWatch the game and play with TĂa Ale!â
You chuckled, shaking your head, standing up with Claudia as she helped Lexie down from her lap grabbing her hand, not wanting her to run away again.
Lexie, of course, was already tugging at your hand too, âMummy, mamĂ, can we have cookies?â
You couldnât help but laugh. âAlright, cookies it is. Letâs go, baby.â
As the two of you walked out of the press room with Lexie holding your hands tightly, you and Claudia were both glad she didn't say anything embarrassing.
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Got a Japanese grocery store near me. It IS kept very meticulously neat and orderly, but in a completely different way than what we usually see in the US â the âflowâ of foods breaks up differently I guess.
Even so, despite now living on the East coast where literally anything from Japan is easily three to six times the cost as it was in California, many foods are still much cheaper.
And thereâs WAY more variety. If you ever wanted to know about 21 different types of edible seaweed, and how to use them, thatâs the place to go, and they WONT bankrupt you like a health food store.
The exception is some snack foods and other imports â but largely, the produce in that store actually comes from California; it often says so right on the boxes.
You see, the US has very weird food standards aesthetically, so we import a huge quantity of produce, and export the stuff thatâs Ugly or that we just arenât interested in.
But some of it stays here â and goes principally to markets aimed at minorities.
SO if you actually want to support US agriculture AND get cheap groceries, do absolutely find an Asian or even Hispanic / pretty much any minority market/store. I grew up next to the latter, with a similar butcher shop across the street. It was often times the only way we even could afford produce and meat; neither store was pretty by US standards, but it was INFINITELY better than relying on the quite literally rotten food that came in the food boxes. At some point FREE just gets used as a convenient excuse to dump waste somewhere and make it someone elseâs problem; and while we did need to rely on those boxes at times, you bet your ass we nickel and dimed our way into those produce markets and learned to make preserves, because nobody should have to eat f-ing rotting food. But that is another story for another day.
Point is you are doing a lot more good for a lot more people shopping in a store like that than feeding the corporate overlords.
(And for the record, when I say cheaper, which is not a term most Americans associate with Japanese anything, I mean it â a bushel - that is about two pounds- of apples at Acme/safeway is like 4-6 bucks, so 2-3$ a pound. At this particular Japanese and sometimes Korean market, THE SAME APPLES are like 50c- 1.00 a pound, because Theyâre From The US and often are just not as pretty as ones youâd buy elsewhere. Yeah, youâll have to cut around some nicks and bruises on that pear (and OMG do they have pears! Like 6 varieties!) but itâs perfectly edible and delicious.
Same goes for herbs. Whole Foods is a freaking rip off selling fresh mint for 2 dollars for like 12 stems. The Japanese market? You can get an entire damn mint plant for that price. Dried spices are sold in bulk like at Winco, from hoppers with bags. You pay by weight, not brand. So you can in fact get more than 6 stamens of Saffron for the 9$ that freakinâ McCormic sells that stuff. (You pay for the glass bottle more than anything).
The ONLY thing that makes this market unappealing to people: They put just about everything they can in Metric. Weights are sold by mg and kilo first; there are numbers that correlate to the respective pound /ounce on some things, and others are just in US imperial like the apples. But if you weigh the spices or pasta or anything like that, youâll be charged for the metric conversion. Which apparently upsets dumb people who donât understand that a gram is far more precise than an ounce, and that it keeps them from losing stock too fast since theyâre pretty small fish â itâs owned by two people, and staffed by maybe 7 at a time. They donât get priority on restock.
Anyway, small business grocery = best place to buy food
How to Shop at an Asian (or other ethnic) Grocery Store
Do you live in or near a city in the US?
Need to save some money on groceries?
Might I introduce you to... shopping at the local Asian grocery?
Asian grocery stores aimed at an Asian-American customer base almost always beat the prices of their western (or for-western) counterparts. Often by a significant amount, especially in categories like produce, meat, rice, and spices. Plus in addition to lower prices, you get the satisfaction of supporting a small, local business instead of a larger chain store.
(Note that a lot of this information applies to other ethnic grocery stores as well, but we're using Asian because they're common in many cities, and have particularly good prices on produce.)
But it can be a little bit of a learning curve when you first start to shop at them. This post will give you the information you need to navigate them.
So how do you find a good Asian grocery store?
First, go on google maps and search "grocery".
Note that you are NOT googling "Asian Grocery" or "Cheap Grocery". If you search "Asian Grocery" you will get results for Asian stores marketing toward a western audience, and because of this, will be neat, shiny, and very pricey. If you search "Cheap Grocery" you will get stores marketing themselves as cheap, which generally are only slightly less expensive than their "expensive" counterparts (think Aldi). Okay in a pinch, but you can do better.
Second, look at the pictures of all the stores you can easily get to.
Here's what you want: not a lot of printed ads, pictures of hand-written signs (especially in languages other than English), food in cardboard bins, and you want it to look kind of "junky". Bonus points if you can see prices listed in the pictures or the people shopping there are mostly older, ethnic women.
Third, If you couldn't find anything like this, go on your city's subreddit.
Search "cheap", "cheap grocery" and "expensive grocery". Why "expensive grocery"? Because you want to find people complaining about grocery prices, and you want to see the advice they get. Many times, that advice is Asian or ethnic grocery stores.
If you're still not getting anything, google "[city name] cheap grocery" and "[city name] expensive grocery" (see above). Scroll until you get to FORUMS discussing groceries in your city. You DO NOT want blogs or articles. Again, you're looking at the advice people are given when they complain about grocery prices.
One of the first questions people ask upon walking into an Asian grocery store of the type discussed in this post is:
"Is the food I'm getting here safe to eat?"
The answer is just as safe as anywhere else you might shop.
You're probably used to very clean, pretty, well-lit, well-organized stores. This will probably not be that, but it will be regulated by the same health department that regulates those stores. They are held to the same standards.
It's a lot of work to keep a store looking like a western consumer expects. It's a lot less work (and thus less money) to keep a store looking like an ethnic career housewife or grandmother expects. That is largely where the savings comes from.
What's a good deal at an Asian grocery?
Produce. You're probably used to things like onions and carrots being the cheapest per pound. Here it's going to be greens, apples, pears, radish, cabbage and maybe squash and sweet potatoes. Check unit prices and prepare to try some new things. Also a pound of greens is a LOT of greens. Keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that you might see a few pieces of produce that are bruised or have mold on them. That's okay. Just don't buy those pieces. The rest of the batch is probably fine. Wash produce when you get home if you're concerned, though you should be doing that anyway.
Rice and dry beans. If you like to buy in bulk, you're in luck. Don't expect to walk away with a pound or two of these. They come in 40lb packages. But if you tailor most of your meals around them, those meals will be cheap af. There are also lots of different types of specialty rice if you want to make your own sushi or mochi. Learn how to soak and sprout beans.
Tofu. Tofu is expensive when you buy it at a health food store. It is not when you buy it at an Asian grocery. It probably won't be in pretty packages, but again, cheap is not going to be super pretty.
Meat and fish. Meat is generally going to be cheaper here, though maybe not by as much as the produce is. Pork will probably be your cheapest option. You may also see cuts you don't normally see, like tongue, intestine, liver, kidneys, blood, etc... "Weird," however, does not automatically mean cheap in this context. Check unit prices and prepare to be adventurous. If you don't know what else to do with them, dried fish and animal organs make fantastic stock when boiled.
Spices. Again with the extremely large quantities here. But very inexpensive compared with their western counterparts.
Candy. This makes a great inexpensive gift if you need one, since the candy sold at these stores is fairly exotic for a western audience.
What isn't a good deal at an Asian grocery?
Dairy. This includes fresh milk, butter, cheese, etc... If they have it, it will be very expensive. Consider buying elsewhere.
Eggs. Again, this will probably be as expensive or more than the eggs you could get at a western supermarket.
Snacks. Pre-made items will be expensive in general, even though they may be tempting because they are different from what you are used to and you don't need to learn to cook a new thing. Do your best to avoid these and make your own if you can. If you can't, frozen pork or vegetable dumplings are probably your best bet for a quick meal.
Bread. It's pricey. A lot of Asian cuisines use rice, noodles, or buns for their starch instead of western-style bread. So if you can find it it will often be a novelty item.
What else do I need to know?
It's okay to be overwhelmed by new ingredients. Look up some YouTube videos on how to cook certain ingredients if you're not familiar with them.
These are not supermarkets. They sell food and sometimes the kitchenware (steamers, woks, chopsticks, etc...) needed to cook it. You will probably need to get your soap and household items somewhere else.
Pay in cash if you can. Most of these are very small businesses and paying them cash makes it so they don't need to pay credit card fees. At the very least, make the minimum purchase before paying with a card.
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Part 1 - curiosity
platonic!yandere!batfam x reader
Warnings: this was made with MALE reader in mind but please interpretate the gender however you like, the reader here is minor coded but no confirmed age, invasion of privacy, out of character depictions, this is a joke fic but taken seriously, mentions of kidnapping, no beta we die like jason
Dividers by aquazero
(this is a series) part one (your here) , part 2 , part 3, part 4
PLOT: you were given a phone, but your "family" can't help but feel nosy about your own privacy
You hate it here. There was no doubt to that, you have been held hostage by the Wayne's for a couple of months now and it was terrifying AND somewhat annoying. You don't these guys, you haven't met them until like when you were kidnapped, it was horrible.
They promised you can have boundaries, they broke those, privacy, you don't know they don't actually allow that, you felt like they were trying to be as considerate to you as possible for you to stay and you can't help but be in sort of awe, they are your kidnappers and despite their possessive and terrifying tendencies you felt like they geniuely cared for you (you didn't even wanna be here), so to cope with this situation you do what other people do- staying on social media.
Bruce gave you a new phone a few weeks ago and you have been obsessively using it so you could feel you have security again, not ideal nor healthy but hey, what else is there? You found a way to log in into your old Tumblr and/or Wattpad account, obviously you were trying to hide th fact from the bat family, you would be lectured for hours! So you tried to keep it in a down low, removing every search, hiding apps, deleting shit is saddening but it's for your safety and security.
Damian. He was the first to notice you spending much more time on your phone recently and as the little as he is, he tries peeking behind on what your doing but can't see clearly but he sees words? No texting- what is it your reading? "What is that?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and weirdly stern tone of voice, you flinched and quickly existed the app "o-oh! nothing." You are horrible at lying when it comes to Damian, he makes you feel.. uneasy.
Damian wasn't convinced as expected and he tries to grab the cellular device in your hand and with your idiotic instincts you slapped his hand away, he gasps and he turns irritated. That wasn't your best move. "How could you? All I want is to make sure you're safe and this is how you react?!" He huffs and now you're scared, like they are always so unpredictable when they are mad.
"i-im sorry." You apologized, you wish that Damian doesn't convince Bruce to put you back in the white room. It was torture, Damian scoffs and walks away, you were left shaking, what happened just now..? You just went back reading a stupid FNAF fic to calm your nerves (you are such a weirdo)
It was dinner time, you were eating in the so called "room" you were in everyday, Bruce said you weren't ready to eat at the dinner table, whatever that means. Alfred bought you your food, you thank him and he left, is the grandpa okay?
As you eat you listen in the conversation in the dinner table, "When will we ever have them eat over here?" Seemingly to be Dicks voice, he was the one that seemed to be the most clingy to you. "When they are ready." Bruce said to him in a stoic tone. You continue to listen in..
"Father, there's something I feel that needs your attention." Damian announces, oh no what is he going to do? Bruce perks his attention to Damian with the 'hm?' sound. "I feel that Y/N is hiding something from us. Just today they slapped my hand away when I asked." He said recalling the event from earlier.
Tim who was also here (don't forget him) looks confused "like what?" He asked, Damian always seemed so dramatic about you to Tim, Damian gave an annoying sigh "Their phone! They might be hiding something in their phone!" He shouted, "they shouldn't be keeping secrets from us, were family!" He continued to argue
Oh god.
"Damian calm down, I will handle this little situation later, if they are hiding something they aren't supposed to they are going back to the white room." Bruce exclaimed and/or added.
"Doesn't that seem a bit extreme Bruce?" Jason teased with a smirk in response with Bruce's statement, Jason may present himself as the most normal and gives you a lot of freedom but he is just as controlling and possessive as the others.
"of course not, it's for their own good." Jesus Christ he is so ominous and cryptic. This is the same guy that is seen as a good billionaire?, the family continue to eat and banter
While they were eating, you were stuck in a position, when Bruce mentioned the "white room" you don't wanna go back, you don't wanna go back. That place was awful. Your privacy is not valued.
They don't care about you, they just think they do. what can you even do?
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¤a collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.
â iâm leaving. try and stop me. â â that could have gone better. â â why canât you just stay? â â i wish you could come with me. â â youâre coming with me. â â i have to take you back. â â but for you, i will be making an exception. â â whew⌠theyâre gone. â â now, come on, we got places to be! â â may the fates favour your journey. â â oh you know, iâd rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! â â if only⌠â â you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. â â ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? â â iâm sorry that it has to be this way. â â youâre late. â â will i see you soon? â â did you miss me? â â iâm home. â â weâre heading home. â â you⌠came back? â â i hope i didnât keep you waiting very long, did i? â â is something wrong? â â i canât believe this. â â iâm in your debt. â â thereâs going to be payback, you know. â â ⌠damn you. â â this is for you. â â do you remember me? my name isâah, nevermind. â â iâm not who you think i am. â â keep following that heart of yours. â â to hell with this place! â â fear is for the weak. â â oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, youâre hurt! â â youâre such a sweetheart. â â you brought this on yourself. â â no need to thank me, mate. â â please, i donât want to do this⌠â â you donât have to do this⌠â â only the best for you. â â i hope youâre right. â â gods grant me strength⌠â â that is the worst idea i think iâve ever heard. â â do you understand how little sense that makes? â â look what i found! â â somethingâs changed about the beating of your heart. â â no wonder they donât like you. â â wish i could be there to see your face. â â iâll earn your favour yet. â â how bad could it be? â â hello there, handsome. â â ⌠this is the cheesiest thing iâve heard from you. â â what has gotten into you? â â blood and darkness! â â lucky for you, iâve no pride like many others here. â â itâs over. iâm sorry. â â go. away. i wonât repeat myself. â â i knew your heart was true. â â letâs kiss and make up! â â mischief, me? oh please! â â i donât know how you can stand this kind of thing⌠â â you tried. thatâs what matters. â â a man after my own heart⌠â â why wonât you give up? â â ever so stubborn, arenât you? â â life and death, one and the same. â â youâre running from yourself. again. â â what do you want from me? leave me alone. weâve nothing to discuss anymore. â â i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. â â the truth is iâm a lover, not a fighter. â â i have to see her! â â so how goes wilful disobedience of late? â â you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? â â weâre older nowâiâd hope weâre wiser, too. â â i have to go. â â we were having such a good time! â â time is up. â â youâre so reckless. â â thank you for always keeping me on my toes. â â your luckâs run out. â â i donât know why i bother with you, honestly. â â may i call you my friend? â â iâd like to make a toast, to you! â â no need for special thanks. â â iâve some memories iâm not quite ready to give up on yet. â â iâll break your heart. â
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Meet the Family 2
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary:Â Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)
Characters: Lloyd Hansen
Note: I love writing toxic people.
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âMr. Hansen--â You begin, choking on your error, âLloyd, my flight--âÂ
âChrist, I told you, cancel it. Iâll add the difference to your next check,â he grits under his breath.Â
You plant your feet, shifting despite your effort as he keeps his grip on your hand. He turns back with a grunt.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â He asks.Â
âNo, what are you doing?â You throw back. âWhat the hell is going on?âÂ
âFirst, watch that sweet mouth of yours. Second, weâve been through this, Pixie pie. You just need to play along,â he keeps his voice low and peeks over his shoulder. âLoosen up a bit.â He loosens his hold on you and runs his hand up your sleeve. âHm, I guess I shoulda told you to dress up a bit.âÂ
âWhat?â You look down at your black cotton tea-length dress. You chose it for comfort but itâs not entirely frumpy. The ribbed stockings might not add much to the attire however.Â
âJust...â He grabs your shoulders and nudges them back, âpush the chest out a bit.âÂ
âUgh,â you clasp onto his wrists, âstop. Okay. Iâll stay for dinner but I canât miss my flight--âÂ
âYou have to,â he argues.Â
âYou realise this is wildly inappropriate,â you say.Â
âDo you really expect anything different?â He tweaks a brow. âYouâre staying. Iâm not doing this alone. I put it off for a decade already--âÂ
âJesus--âÂ
âNo blasphemy either,â he lets go of you and presses his finger to your lips. You growl and shove his hand away.Â
âI want a bonus, a big bonus--âÂ
He hushes you and waves his hands. He leans back and once more looks over his shoulders. âLater. Weâll deal with numbers in private. Right now, you need to come meet your in-laws.âÂ
You squint at him. Itâs an act, you remind yourself, but something about his commitment to it makes you uneasy. You know better than to believe a word that comes out of his mouth but thereâs a degree of earnestness in him thatâs unsettling.Â
âBaby, please, donât look at me like that,â he steps closer, âI need you to look at me like Iâm the second coming, okay? Weâre madly in love, you and I.â Your eyes widen and he sighs, âokay, youâre not scared of me.âÂ
You neutralise your expression and blow out a long breath. You shake away the tension and shrug. Itâs as good as you can do.Â
âHere,â he grabs your wrist and turns, guiding your arm through his, âjust smile pretty for me.âÂ
He hooks your elbow with his and urges you onward. You steel yourself for the room of strangers as their voices drift through the archway. Â
You enter the front room and quickly scan the space; thereâs a large-mouthed hearth, lit and draped in evergreen and berries; a long cream sectional, a matching duo of armchairs, and a chaise in the same shade; a low glass coffee table with a golden perch and a console table in a similar style along the wall crowded with bottles and crystal; an area rug in a smooth white with patterns in dulcet beige and rich butterscotch; and the low din is cast by tea lights daintily set around the space in glass holders and candelabra.Â
More pressing than the decor are the bodies that fill the room. You recognise Ransom as he speaks with an older woman with short white hair and thick-framed glasses. She wears a red pantsuit with a gold blouse. Very festive.Â
You glance over at Lloyd and take him in fully. You hadnât paid much attention for the whirlwind all around. He wears a pair of evergreen slacks and a sweater with a reindeer's face on the front. He wouldnât even let you put tinsel on your desk but now heâs dressed like a kid in a holiday parade.Â
âLooks like someone didnât get the memo,â a tall blonde woman approaches with a glass of pale wine in hand. You try not to look with concern at her rounded middle; it sticks out starkly as her long limbs are thin and lithe. âA very grim Christmas indeed.âÂ
âLillian,â Lloyd faces the woman about his own height. She has his eyes and his lips. You assume their relation before he declares it. âMy sister, Pixie,â he gestures to her carelessly.Â
âOlder sister,â she preens and rests her hand on her swollen stomach. Your eyes flick away from the crystal in her hand.Â
âBy about thirty-one seconds,â Lloyd scoffs.Â
âOh, sweetie, itâs non-alcoholic,â she swirls the wine in her glass, âsheâs so tiny and quiet.âÂ
âAhem,â you clear your throat, âitâs nice to meet you.âÂ
She laughs, âoh, so polite. Entirely not his type.âÂ
You try not to react. You agree. You know the women that Lloyd really likes. Youâve screened their calls until they just give up on getting a second date.Â
âBelieve it or not, Lil, youâre not everyoneâs type,â Lloyd retorts. âI think your ex-husband would agree. The second one too.â Lloyd lifts his chin and looks around, âis the third here or are we on number four?âÂ
âLovely,â she spits. âLove you too, brother.âÂ
He shakes his head and draws you away from her. She raises her brows and her glass and sips. You let him take you away. You already despise most of these people. The room radiates with derision. Your family might have some grudges but thereâs a general air of good will.Â
âI need a drink,â he mutters.Â
You gladly follow him to the table. He pours himself a tumbler from the boxy decanter. He sighs as he picks it up but stops himself from drinking.Â
âWell, help yourself,â he says.Â
You hesitate but not for long. You need something if youâre going to get through this. You pour yourself some chardonnay and sidle away from the table. You check your watch as you raise your glass.Â
âDonât fucking worry about your flight,â he hisses under his breath. âIf Iâm not getting out of this, you arenât either.âÂ
âBut why?â You ask behind the glass.Â
âNot right now,â he warns and nods at another figure as they approach. âUncle Benson.âÂ
âJunior,â the man returns. You drink your wine and donât comment on the epithet. âWhereâs the old man?âÂ
âWhere he always is,â Lloyd replies.Â
âMm, and this is...â the older man looks at you pointedly, dipping his chin to do so.Â
âPixie. My fiancee,â Lloyd answers dully, almost deflating.Â
âBenson,â the man offers his hand, âbut a pretty girl like you can call me Benny.âÂ
âBenny,â Lloyd repeats to himself in confusion.��
You shake Bensonâs hand, âum, thanks, nice to meet you.âÂ
âMm, very nice to meet you,â he lifts your hand and smushes his lips to your knuckles. He clings to you, petting your hand. âYouâre gorgeous, whatâre you doing with this lump?âÂ
âUncle,â Lloyd drones.Â
âAdorable,â Benson inches closer, âmy inheritance is bigger than his, among other things.âÂ
âAlright,â Lloyd snatches your hand away from him, âgo have some water, Benson,â he growls, âthink youâve been into the brandy.âÂ
âIâd like to get into something else,â Benson snickers.Â
You almost laugh, despite your disgust. Youâve heard that line before. Lloyd puts himself between you and the older man. âI think thatâs why Carolyn filed the papers, huh.âÂ
âOh, you little twat,â Benson snarls. âFine, fine, Iâll leave you to disappoint her on your own.âÂ
Lloyd tuts and shakes his head as the man lumbers off. He turns around and drains his glass. Itâs strange, seeing him in his natural habitat; heâs not so âalphaâ here.Â
âLetâs get the rounds over with.â He grumbles.Â
Your wine lasts you through the introductions. Two more uncles; Carter and Linus, along with their wives, Andrea and Angela. Then the full-blooded aunts; four of them, Raquel, Shanna, Beatrice, and Lana. All of them tall, blonde, and bold in their own way. Then a batch of cousins you canât keep sorted; Ransom and his mother Linda, among them, with no explanation as to the rest of their tribe.Â
Lloyd pours himself more whiskey. You abstain from a refill and stand near the wall, observing the wilderness of entitled trust-funders. It explains so much yet inspires so many more questions. You never expected Lloyd to be the dark horse.Â
âLonely?â The timbre startles you along with the twisting pinch on your ass. Â
You yipe and snag the attention of several sets of eyes around the room, not least of all Benson, drooling over another snifter of dark alcohol. You swat Ransomâs hand away and face him amid the row of laughter. Despite the airs they put on, your audience is more amused than appalled.Â
âWhereâs your prince, huh?â Ransom asks. âAll that whiskey and...â He holds up his index then lets it go limp, âdonât think itâll be a very peppy after party, sweetheart.âÂ
You sniff and cross your arms. These people are at least consistent, grossly so. It makes you wonder why Lloyd was so insistent that you watch your mouth, especially when youâve never stooped to his level before.Â
âIs it much of a party if thereâs only one attendee?â You counter.Â
He narrows his eyes and tilts his head, âwhat?âÂ
âNothing,â you shake our head. You donât need to explain the joke. Besides, this is all fake. Donât let it get to you.Â
âSo, how long did he wait to put that ugly thing on your finger?â Ransom asks.Â
You shrug, âlong enough.âÂ
âDid he do the whole schtick? Get down on one knee? Put the ring in your wine glass?â He prods.Â
âIâll let him tell the story,â you say.Â
âHm, never knew a woman so unexcited about a wedding,â he snorts.Â
âMaybe Iâm just unexcited by my company,â you back away as his hand jiggles at his side. You eye his fingers, wary of another pinch.Â
âFine, marriage is boring anyways. Whatâs his favourite position? I always figured he lets the ladies do all the work,â he snickers.Â
You stare at him. Not quite as offended as annoyed. You could ask him which hand he uses but you are not letting Lloyd drag you that low. Why are you even letting him put your through this?Â
âHugh,â Lloyd appears and slides his arm over your shoulders.Â
âLittle L,â Ransom retorts dryly.Â
âShut up,â Lloyd sneers as you resist the urge to shrug him off of you.Â
âWhere were you then? Leaving your woman all on her lonesome,â Ransom rubs his fingers together subtly and you scowl at him.Â
âBroke the seal,â Lloyd deflects. âWhat do you care? You wanna hold it next time?Â
âHands are too big,â Ransom cackles.Â
âSpeaking of,â you pipe up. âThe bathroom, where would that be?âÂ
Lloyd clucks and looks down at you, âdown the hall, opposite the kitchen.âÂ
âThanks,â you carefully slip away from him, âIâll be back.âÂ
âWait,â Lloyd catches your arm and pulls you back. âNot without this.âÂ
He leans in before you can react. He bends to press his lips to yours and you canât repress a surprised squeak. He purrs and the vibration makes your skin crawl. What on earth?!Â
You part and ignore the stares you can feel all around. Not just from Ransom but the rest of the room. What is he doing? Thatâs so embarrassing.Â
You force a smile, âuh, be back.âÂ
You spin and scurry away. That room, those people, are suffocating, and Lloyd, not least of all. You hide in the bathroom, locking the door, and you take the moment of stillness to think. Big mistake as it all starts to set in.Â
You drove all the way here under false pretenses. Itâs believable that Lloyd would forget to bring the gifts. That tracks but this? The whole pretending to be engaged? What is his game? Is he really trying to impress anyone or is he torturing you? Why?Â
You canât figure any of it out. You gave up trying to understand your boss ages ago, you suppose you should do the same with these people and just get through this. For all your trouble, the food better be fucking delicious.Â
You let yourself out of the bathroom and flatten against the door as you nearly collide with another person. Lillian nearly stomps right over you as she holds her stomach and rushes down the hallway. She lets out a sigh.Â
âOh, are you done in there? Iâm splitting at the seams,â she trills.Â
âUm, yeah, all done,â you sidle away from the door.Â
âCould I trouble you for some help?â She asks. âThis thing,â she pats her stomach, âI can get down but I canât get up.âÂ
âHm?â You furrow your brow in confusion, âhelp?âÂ
âWeâre both girls,â she giggles. âAnd weâll be sisters soon enough, wonât we?âÂ
âUm.âÂ
âYou know, a pregnancy at my age, I really canât strain myself,â she explains.Â
âOh, er, I guess--âÂ
âThanks, sweetie,â she nudges you back into the bathroom. You have no choice as she heard you through.Â
You stare at the wall as she slams the door and hustles over to the toilet. She pulls up her white dress and turns to sit, her silhouette a blur in your peripheral. You flick your eyes to the ceiling and bounce on your heels.Â
Her stream flows out and fills the tense silence. She sighs.Â
âThank the lord,â she groans. âI swear, the little twerp is right on my bladder right now.âÂ
âMm,â you nod and glance at the door.Â
âI knew we shouldâve gone with a surrogate,â she sniffs. âA piece of advice, when he puts one in you, make him suffer.âÂ
âPuts one...â you blink. âUm, I donât...âÂ
âI mean, heâll have to start trying as soon as the wedding night,â she laughs. âHeâs getting up there. His swimmers wonât be as fast, will they? And the way he drinks, theyâll be too groggy to know which way is which.âÂ
âUm, weâll worry about the wedding first--âÂ
âEnjoy it. Once youâre tied down, itâs not very much fun,â she says as she tears of tissue. âAlright then, darling, I need you.âÂ
You do your best not to see all of her. She reaches for you and you get close. You pull her up to her feet and she squeezes past you to the sink. You look at the toilet and shut the lid, flushing it with a push of the button. She washes her hands with a hum.Â
âYouâll be so adorable when youâre big. Like an overstuffed teddy bear,â she chimes. âHeâll love that. He always did hate feeling small.â She twists off the faucet and dries her hands. âYou must make him feel like the man he wishes he was.âÂ
You just look at her. You have no true reason to defend Lloyd, but because sheâs so smug it irks you. You look her in the face, even if you feel ridiculous having to look up.Â
âWell, he can piss on his own, so I think heâs just fine,â you step around her and swing open the door. The silence that follows you is the only satisfying thing about that night.Â
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The assassination had gone off without a hitch. All that was left, was the escape. "What's the plan?" Forest,'s question was in ernest. This biz was new to him. Vulpin, a seasoned veteran, looked at him like he had asked who the gods were to talk to humans like they do. "Oh my gods. Forest, I know this your first time, but please try to keep up. I had us wear fancy outfits to an assassination at a fancy party. What do you think the plan is?" Forest's brow wrinkled in that cute way it always does when he's lost the plot. "Oh! We act like we were invited, and walk out the front door," Forest exlaimed, exited he'd umderstood their out. "Give the boy a prize! Now, check to make sure the coast is clear, while I cover up our involvement with fuck face over here." Vul nodded to the body, who's face was in the cracked toilet bole, blood spilling out the fractures. Forest nodded, and slowly cracked the door. "Two rich bitches, at the sink," he whispered. "Change of plans. Make it look like he fell onto the toilet." Vulpin gave the order so matter of factly, Forest didn't even think. He just nodded. Vulpin walked out of the stall. "Hey, boys. Listen. Things are a little messy, but we're not here for you. If you just stay put-" She's cut off by the sound of swords being unsheathed. "Ugh. Why did everyone her have to be Zevans?" Forest didn't know Vulpin well, but it was obvious to most that she used rhetoric a lot. Forest was cool with it, even if it was overdone. Next, Forest heard the sounds of swords clashing, two gasps, and a sigh. After positioning the body the best he could, he peeked out of the stall. Vul was fuxing her fur using the mirror. She muttered something about a comb, then saw Forest in the mirror. "Hey, bud. You get the body done?" Forst nodded, and asked, "What's the plan for those two?" Forest pointed to the two seemingly dead men on the floor. Forest noticed they weren't bleeding, and, upon closer inspection, had bruises on their heads. "I knocked 'em out. As far as a plan goes, we need to eliminate witnesses somehow, but we can't kill 'em. It'll wreak of assassins, three rich fucks dead at a party in the night." Vul turned to Forest. "The way I see it, we've only got one option; take them with us," Forest sighed. "Can't. They'd slow us down too much. We'd have to walk through the ball with two bodies. It'll never work." V spat a little blood in the sink, washing it away. "I have an idea. It's so stupid it might work." Forest was the king of that genre of stupid. "What did you have in mind?" Vul raised an eyebrow. "I'll explain, but first, promise not to embarrass me," Forest said. "Embarrass you? I'm more high class than you could dream of being," she teased. "There's blood on your shirt," Forest chuckled, before Vul was frantically cleaning her shirt.
"Please try not to embarrass me."
"Me embarrass you? I'm more high class than you could ever hope to be."
"Uh-huh. There's blood on your shirt, by the way."
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NNN - chris sturniolo - long distances
You and Chris had been together for a little over a year, content with one another and the company each of you had to bring.
Before hand â you were good friends, best friends to be exact. Not with just him, but with his brothers too, and it was nice to know nothing really changed after putting a label on the two of you.
Chris and his brothers were already in their filming career when you had gotten together â making videos and posting them twice a week for their fan base that was already growing so large within a short amount of time.
Though, one day, while cuddled up with chris on your couch at your home â he broke the news to you.
He was moving to LA with Matt and Nick. Having already made enough money to afford a nice little place there. It was shocking to hear, and at first you were upset â upset with the fact you couldnât see him everyday and you wouldnât be around him when you needed him or wanted him.
But, the upset had been replaced with excitement over time. Thinking of all the possibilities for Chris and how amazing it was that he was able to do this with his brothers. And of all the stories you would be able to hear about his new life in a busy and bustling city.
When the day had finally come for him to move â it was spent with tears and hugs and promises to one another that everything would be okay.
And for the most part it was, you called every night â texted each other too many times through out the day and stayed connected. But, at some point things started to change. Chris grew more busy with work and with his clothing line he was starting, and the absence made you feel empty. Like he wasnât even really there.
There were less calls, more messages being left on read or delivered â but Chris at least would tell you when he was busy and couldnât talk, which you appreciated.
Eventually, everything began to weigh down on you. And you needed to tell him â needed to let him know how you were feeling. That you were having doubts.
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Your room was quiet except for the faint hum of your laptop. Chrisâ face filled the screen, his familiar features bathed in the soft light of his LA room. He looked tired, his curls messier than usual and his celtics hoodie hanging loosely on his frame. You tried to ignore the hollow ache in your chest as you smiled at him.
âHow was your day?â you asked, forcing a casual tone as your eyes looked around your screen, taking in the view youâve seen hundreds of times already.
Chris shrugged, leaning back against his chair. âSame as usual. Filmed with Nick and Matt, ran some errands. We tried this new sushi place for dinner. It was good, but, uh⌠not as good as Boston sushi.â
You let out a soft laugh, even though it stung a little. âBoston sushi is definitely better. Howâs the apartment coming along?â you asked â a question that would slip here and there.
Chris shrugged slightly. âFine, I guess. Still trying to figure out where to put everything. Matt thinks we need more stuff on the walls, but Nick keeps saying we donât. Itâs a whole thing.â He gave a faint smile, his voice lacking its usual warmth. âWhat about you? How was work?â
âBusy,â you said simply, picking at the edge of your blanket. âCame home, made dinner⌠I made too much again. I keep forgetting Iâm just cooking for one now.â you admitted. Being so used to his presence all the time, you often made dinner for two people â it was still a hard adjustment.
Chrisâ smile faltered, guilt flashing in his eyes. âIâm sorry,â he said softly.
You shook your head quickly, brushing it off. âItâs not your fault. I just need to get used to it still â even if itâs been a little.â
The conversation then faded into silence, and for a moment, all you could hear was the faint rustle of Chris adjusting his laptop. He looked away, his jaw tense, and you felt the words building in your chest â words youâd been too scared to say for weeks right on the tip of your tongue.
It was now or never.
âChris,â you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. âCan we⌠uhm - can we talk about us?â the words slipping past your lips felt like a burn on your own tongue.
His gaze snapped back to you, his expression guarded. âWhat about us?â
You hesitated, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. âI just⌠I feel like things have been different lately. At first, we were doing so well â texting all the time, FaceTiming every night. But now⌠I donât know. It feels like weâre drifting apart.â
Chrisâs brows furrowed at your words, his shoulders visibly tensing. âIâve noticed it too,â he admitted after a pause. âI just didnât know how to bring it up. I didnât want to make things worse.â
You blinked, surprised by his honesty. âYou didnât think Iâd feel the same?â
âI donât know,â he said, running a hand through his curls. âI didnât want to say anything and make you think I was doubting us or something. And Iâm not. I love you. But thisâŚâ He gestured vaguely, his hand moving between him and the screen. âThis is hard. Harder than I thought itâd be.â
The crack in his voice made your heart ache, but you nodded, tears stinging the corner of your eyes. âIt is hard. I miss you so much, Chris. Some nights, itâs all I can think about â how empty this place feels without you here. And then I start wondering⌠what if we canât do this? What if itâs too much?â
Chrisâs eyes widened slightly, his panic evident. âWait, are you saying you want toââ
âNo!â you interrupted quickly, shaking your head. âNo â Chris, thatâs not what I mean. I just⌠I donât know how to fix this. And I hate feeling like weâre not as close as we used to be.â
Chris let out a slow breath, his shoulders slumping. âI feel the same way,â he said quietly. âI hate that I canât just drive over and see you when youâve had a bad day. I hate that I canât be there to hold you. And honestly⌠sometimes, I feel like Iâm letting you down.â
âYouâre not,â you said firmly, leaning closer to the screen. âChris, youâre doing the best you can. We both are. But we need to be honest with each other if weâre going to make this work.â
He nodded slowly, his jaw tightening as he processed your words. âYouâre right. Iâve been holding back because I didnât want to make things worse, but⌠I guess thatâs only made things harder. Iâve missed you so much, and itâs been killing me not to tell you how much Iâve been struggling with this.â
Tears now spilled down your cheeks, and you wiped them away quickly with your sleeve. âIâve been struggling too. And I was scared to tell you because⌠what if it made you think I didnât believe in us anymore? I do, Chris. I love you so much. I just⌠I didnât know how to deal with all of this on my own.â
His expression softened, and he leaned closer to the camera, his voice gentle. âYou donât have to deal with it alone, okay? Weâre in this together. And if that means being brutally honest about how much this sucks sometimes, then thatâs what weâll do.â
You laughed softly through your tears, nodding. âDeal. And⌠maybe we can try to plan our visits better. I need to see you, Chris. I think thatâll help a lot.â you whispered, feeling yourself ease up a little at the thought of him here â with you.
His lips quirked into a small smile. âFunny you should say that⌠Iâve been looking at flights to Boston. I was going to surprise you, but⌠maybe we need this sooner rather than later. Iâll come next month. No excuses.â
âReally?â you asked, your heart swelling with hope.
âReally,â he said, his smile growing. âI need to hold you again. And Iâll do whatever it takes to make this work.â
A weight lifted from your chest, and you smiled for what felt like the first time in weeks. âIâll hold you to that,â you teased, your voice lighter.
Chris chuckled, the sound warming your heart. âI love you. And no matter how hard this gets, Iâm not giving up on us. Ever.â
âI love you too,â you said softly. âAnd I promise⌠Iâll do everything I can to make this work too.â
It wasnât a perfect solution, but it was a start. The rest of the night felt lighter â the ache in your chest still present but less. You both were more cheerful â joking around about random things and teasing him about how his hair was too messy â along with his room.
You smiled at your screen, watching as Chris did the same. His hand coming up to his lips and blowing you a kiss through the screen â and you blushed.
Youâre just hoping that whatever was said tonightâŚwas going to stick.
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Vander x Reader - 5 Years Later...(Part 2)
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Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of grief, feeling of dega-vu
You knew the Undercity wasnât the safest of places to go, at least thatâs what your father had always told you.Â
So why were you down here?Â
Because as much as you appreciated your fathers protectiveness, what type of friend would you be if you let one of your closest friends go down there alone?Â
A pretty shit one.Â
Which is why, despite the risks, you went with Jayce down to the Undercity.Â
Besides, seeing as you were training to be an Enforcer and Jayce was just a student at the academy it was basically your job to escort him and make sure that nothing happened to him; thatâs at least what youâd tell Greyson if she asked where youâd beenâŚand your parents, if they asked which you hoped they wouldnât.Â
âRemind me where weâre going?â You asked in a slightly hushed tone as the two of you turned a corner walking down a dimly lit alley, beforeÂ
âI need to get some supplies for a project Iâm working on,â Jayce answered simply; with an optimistic gleam in his eyes.Â
âWhat project?â you inquired, unable to keep your curiosity at bay; it had certainly been a while since youâd seen Jayce this excited about a project.
âItâs best I donât tell you, until I can get it working,â he replied; his answer only furthering your curiosity, but perhaps it was for the best for you to know as little as possibleâŚespecially if the academy wasnât aware of it, which by the seams of things, they werenât. The less you knew the better; though it still played on your mind as the two of you continued walking through the Undercity. Â
To most people the Undercity was just an underdeveloped land across the river, deep in the canyons, beneath Piltover, filled with misfits and thugs; but as you walked through the lanes of the Undercity, you couldnât help but admire the beauty of it.Â
The beauty of how vibrant the lights atop of the shops shone in the darkness; the difference of industrial architecture, making each building its own, if only in a little way.
It was different from Piltover, of course, but beautiful nevertheless.Â
Since you'd arrived down here you couldnât shake this feeling of deja-vuâŚlike youâd been here before.Â
It was odd.Â
Youâd never been down here; not once; so why did it feel so familiar?
You were so lost in your own thoughts that you hadnât realised Jayce had stopped walking until you walked into the back of him.Â
âSorry,â you whispered, hearing a small chuckle fall from his lips.Â
âLost in your own world again?â he teased, turning around to look at you.Â
You simply rolled your eyes at his comment and looked at the building youâd stopped outside; a pawn shop.Â
You shot Jayce a confused look; you didnât understand what this place had that any of the shops in Piltover didnât; except from some anonymity.Â
Down here no one knew him.Â
But that only caused the curiosity you had about his project to grow.Â
âStay out here, I wonât be long,â he said before disappearing inside the shop.Â
You went to follow him, before you heard a song in the distance, that halted your steps.Â
You knew it.Â
But you were certain youâd never heard it beforeâŚ
How did you know a song from the Undercity?Â
You turned on your heel, following the sound of the song; you knew it was risky, venturing off into the Undercity alone and you knew Jayce would be worried if he came back outside and noticed you gone, but you couldnât help it.Â
It was like your feet had a mind of their own and before you knew it, youâd come to the source of the music, it was a bar, or at least thatâs what you assumed it was seeing as it was called âThe Last Dropâ and had a logo of a tankard in the middle of the name.Â
âWhy does this place seem so familiar?â you thought to yourself, your eyes narrowing as you stared at the building in front of you.Â
You were about to take another step, before you felt someone grab ahold of your wrist; instinctively your training kicked in and your guard went up, ready to fight.Â
That was until you saw that it was Jayce who was holding your wrist; he was panting slightly with a worried look in his eyes, âI thought something had happened to you.â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized, guilt washing over you, âI didnât mean to worry you,âÂ
âItâs okay,â he answered softly, tugging on your wrist slightly, leading you away from the bar, âLetâs just get out of here.â
And with that the two of you made your way past the pawn shop Jayce had been in, passing a little boy with white hair leaning against the wall, he had a proud smile on his face that was until he saw you.Â
You waved at him politely, confused about why he was staring at you; but the little boy said nothing, he just continued to stare at you, his mouth hanging slightly agape as you vanished out of his view.Â
All you could think about as you made your way back to Piltover was how strange today had truly been.Â
The deja-vu, the song, the bar, the little boyâŚ.none of it was making any senseâŚ.
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Vander hated seeing Vi hurt; he also hated that she was a mirror image of how he was when he was younger, so eager to rebel against the topsidersâŚbut it wasnât that simple.Â
Thatâs what he was trying to get her to understand.
Every action had a consequence.Â
He knew that better than anyone.Â
He was the one who was too stubborn to call off the uprising, because he wanted to show Piltover that they were worthy of not being left behind on all the grand new ventures Piltover were indulging in; and because of that, he lost so many people that were close to him.Â
But no ones ghost was more haunting than yours.Â
He just needed Vi to understand that violence wasnât the way to play this.Â
He knew Greyson would probably be paying him a visit soon; the kids, unintentionally, broke an agreement that heâd made with the current sheriff of Piltover, to keep a peace between topside and the Lanes.Â
A peace that was now hanging by a thread.Â
Once he was sure Viâs injuries were clean, he rose from the table and began putting away the supplies heâd used to clean her cuts.Â
âVanderâŚthereâs something else,â Vi began, halting Vanders movements and making his attention focus back on her.Â
âGo on,â he said calmly, though in his mind he was dreading the next words that were going to come out of her mouth; sheâd just been part of blowing up a building in Piltover, what more could there be.
âEkko saidâŚ.he said he saw Y/n,âÂ
Her words short-circuited his mind at the mention of your name.
âWhat?â he asked; thinking that maybe, somehow, heâd misheard what Vi had said.Â
âHe said he saw Y/n walking with that topside guy that came into the shop,â she repeated, noticing how Vanders eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to process her words.Â
âThat was partly why I went up thereâŚ.to see if she was there,â she continued, rising from her seat, walking over to Vander and placing her hand on his arm.Â
She knew how much Vander loved you.Â
She knew how much losing you broke him.Â
She knew how much losing you hurt both her and Powder; whoâd grown so close to you in the few years prior to the uprising.Â
Thatâs why she wanted to be sure that Ekko wasnât wrong; sheâd barely believed him herself when he first told her, but before the explosion happened, she was sure she heard your voice; but without actually seeing you, she couldn't be sure if it was you or if it was just the wishful thinking in her mind.
âSheâs dead, Vi,â Vander stated; his voice remaining balanced; although the look in his eyes showed a growing sadness.Â
âYouâve never believed that,âÂ
It wasnât a lie; he didnât believe it.Â
He mightâve said that you were dead; but Vi knew that deep in his heart, he had never believed it.
He never found your body; and without your body, he could still cling on to the hope that you were alive.Â
Vi never really understood why he couldnât believe your death was real; but now she knew that he was right all along.Â
âEkko got it wrong, it canât have been her.â
âVander, he knows what she looks likeâŚ.â Vi tried to counter, they all knew what you looked like from the photos Vander kept of the two of you; but Vander just went back to putting away the medical supplies before heading to the stairs.Â
âHe got it wrong,â he answered back, slightly harsher than heâd intended to,before leaving the basement entirely and heading to his own room.Â
He all but collapsed onto the side of your bed; his eyes landing on the photo of you he kept on his bedside table.Â
You were dead.
Thatâs what he kept telling himself.Â
Thatâs what he'd had to tell himself for the last five years to keep his own sanity.Â
But there was a little voice in the back of his head, a voice that reignited his failing hopeâŚwhat if you werenâtâŚwhat if what Ekko said was trueâŚ?
Vander didnât know what to believeâŚ.the memories from that day flooding back into his mind as the pain heâd felt re-entered his heart, tears fell from the Hound Of The Undergrounds eyes, as he tried to work out what to believe.Â
What if all these years youâd been alive?Â
Why were you in Piltover?Â
Why hadnât you come back to him?Â
Did you blame him for what happened on the bridgeâŚ.did you blame him for the deaths so many people had succumbed toâŚ?Â
Is that why you never came home?
So many thoughts were running through his mind; but even if his mind hadnât settled on a decision, his heart had; he needed to find out the truth.Â
And he would; just as soon as heâd smoothed everything out with Greyson about today's incident.
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