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munsonsmixtapes · 18 days ago

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This Little Life (3)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: Will disappears and as you start to get close to your friend Nancy, she begins to push you away when things in your once quiet town start to become strange.

cw: season one Steve, slut shaming of both Nancy and reader, reader and Eddie make out at the movie theater, reader has a nightmare where Eddie dies

Part Three - Seventeen Years Old

The hallways are full when you and Eddie show up to school and you’re late as always. You overslept because you kept each other up and now you’re rushing to your locker to get to class. Eddie is right behind you as you pull him along because he’s fully willing to go wherever you do.

You’ve officially been together for three years now and you couldn’t be more happy. As soon as you had your first official kiss, you were it for each other. And neither can imagine being with anyone else. You’re determined to be together forever and as soon as you graduate, you’re both going to get the fuck out of Hawkins and head straight for Los Angeles with the band.

You get to your locker and Eddie stands behind you, chest pressed against your back as you grab your belongings. He presses kiss after kiss to your cheek and you turn your head so he’ll stop. He’s the reason why you’re late and you don’t want to admit that you’re upset with him. Everything is perfect and you don’t want to ruin it.

When you turn your head, you see Jonathan putting up what looks like missing person posters. You hurry over to him to see what’s going on and can’t help but let out a gasp when you see that Will, his little brother, is on the poster. You know Jonathan well and would even consider the two of you to be friends. You’ve babysat Will more times than you can count as well as the others in his friend group so your heart aches for the Byers family and everyone who’s close to them.

Nothing ever happens in your small town so this is honestly a shock to you. You suddenly feel sick as you look up at Jonathan. You can’t imagine how he feels and wishes there was something you could do to help.

“When did it happen?”

“A couple days ago. He never came home. You…haven’t seen him, have you?” You think back and the last time you saw him was the night he supposedly went missing. You dropped Dustin off at Mike’s house and only got a glimpse of Will as he stood at the door with Mike, both of them waving to you.

You think back to that night, suddenly remembering that Jonathan had called you but you were…a little preoccupied. You remember getting so caught up in your make out session with Eddie that you ignored the call even though you could see who it was on the caller ID. And your moans drowned out the message he left and you never got to listen to it because Teresa always deletes messages off the machine-even the ones meant for you.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m so sorry I missed your call. I was with Eddie and-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not mad at you, I’m just…worried.”

“I’m so sorry. I just can’t imagine what you’re going through. Let me know if there’s anything I can do, alright?” You tell him before pulling him into a hug. You pull away then give him one last look before heading off to class.

You sit in Nancy Wheeler’s room as she paces back and forth while talking on her phone. She’s been antsy all day because Barbara didn’t come to school and now she’s nervous, on the phone with her friend’s parents. You don’t know Barb well, but you know how much she means to Nancy so you’re going to be supportive. She hangs up the phone then turns to you before letting out a sigh. You don’t know what’s going on, but considering two kids have gone missing in such a short amount of time terrifies you.

“Is there anything I can do?” You ask and she gives you a soft smile, reaching for your hand.

“No,” she shakes her head. “You’ve already done so much. Thank you for being here with me tonight. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” you nod. “Anything for you.” You’ve only been friends with Nancy since the beginning of the school year since you have gym together. Your locker is right next to hers and you’ve bonded over many things, slowly becoming unlikely friends.

“You’re such a good friend. y/n,” she says sitting down next to you. “Eddie’s lucky to have you.”

“Well, Steve is lucky to have you even though he’s an idiot sometimes. Look we’re gonna find Barb, okay? We can get in my car and go now. Eddie will come too.”

“That’s so sweet, y/n, but I’m gonna be in so much trouble if I leave the house. It was already hard enough to get my mom to let you stay here tonight. She’s just been so…scared since Will went missing. And now with Barb, she’s terrified that something’s gonna happen to me. I’m scared that something’s gonna happen to me.”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared too. That you have trouble falling asleep every night, worried about yourself, worried about Eddie. You don’t know why you’re terrified that something is going to happen to him-to lose the one person who means the most to you. You sometimes have nightmares of him being taken away by some creature that you’re not even sure exists.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you, Nance. Now c’mon, let’s watch a movie or something to get your mind off of it.” Truthfully, you don’t want to think about it either. You just want to not think about anything for a little while.

You’re hand in hand with Eddie, the two of you running away from something you’ve never seen before. It’s gross and ugly, almost skeletal. It’s walking slowly, saying your names over and over as you’re both running for your lives. The creature is haunting you with all of the things that usually keep you up at night. You want to cover your ears to block out the noise but Eddie urges you to keep pushing.

You both have to move this way and that because of all the obstacles being put in your way to prevent you from going any further. The portal to the real world gets smaller and smaller as the creature is trying to close it so you both run even faster.

You’re almost there, just a few more steps. You’re able to jump through but when you turn, you see Eddie being pulled, the creature's hands pulling him back. You’re both horrified, as the portal closes, Eddie screaming your name over and over as you sob, having now lost the one person who you love most, just like you’ve always been afraid that you would.

You wake up with a scream as sobs rake through you. You know that it was only a dream, but it just felt so real. You can still feel the way the creature’s hand touched you when he almost had a hold of you. Eddie’s horrified screams pierce through your ears as you try your best to plug them, still letting out loud sobs.

You rip the blanket off of you and throw on the first pair of shoes you can find before racing across the way. You pound on the Munson’s door repeatedly until it’s opened and Wayne is on the other side.

He rubs his eyes because of his sleepy state and when he sees that you’re crying, he immediately wakes up. He pulls you inside and immediately pulls you in for a hug. You feel instant comfort when his arms wrap around you. He’s been a father figure to you all these years and you’ve always been so grateful to have him.

You sob into his shoulder and he rubs your back sympathetically as he waits for you to tell him what’s wrong. He’s never seen you like this-maybe you’ve scraped your knee once or twice but you’ve never cried like this in front of him before.

He’s concerned to say the least when you pull away, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble into your sleeve. He wordlessly leads you in. He has you sit at the table while he gets a glass of water from the kitchen. He sets it on the table before taking a seat and lets you take a deep breath before you explain why you’re there so early in the morning.

“I-I had a nightmare about Eddie. We were running from a creature and he-he died. I just-I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“He’s okay,” he says. “Drink your water and you can go see him.” You drain the glass rather quickly then you thank Wayne before heading to Eddie’s room. You slowly open the door and sure enough, there he is, sleeping just like Wayne said he was.

You give Wayne a smile before you head into the room. You close the door behind you then get into the bed next to Eddie. You scoot closer to him and his eyes open, looking at your sleepily.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles. “What are you doing here?” he asks as he pulls you to him, your body flush with his.

“Just missed you,” you mumble into his shoulder. You don’t want to scare him by telling him the truth.

“Missed you too,” he mumbles back before you both drift off to sleep and you don’t have the nightmare again, knowing that you’ll always be safe in Eddie’s arms.

Eddie’s van turns onto the street where the movie theater is located. He’s turning so fast that the tires are squealing and you just know that everyone is looking at you but you couldn’t give less of a shit. You finish the last of your cigarette and flick it out the window as Eddie parallel parks and the two of you get out.

You walk into the theater with your hands in each other's back pockets, completely ignoring all of the odd looks and comments thrown your way. You’re used to it now. Eddie pays for your tickets like the gentleman he is and the two of you head into the theater to see a random movie because you both know that you’re not actually going to watch it. There’s just something so thrilling about making out in the back of the theater.

That’s what you two usually get up to when you’re bored and don’t want to hang out in the trailer park or at the arcade. It’s a strangely warm November day so the two of you feel like you need some AC.

You pull Eddie into the last row and the two of you sit on the end. You watch the trailers with fingers intertwined, sharing little pecks until the movie actually starts up. Then it’s all tongues and messy kisses with roaming hands.

It gets like this more often than not but one of you always stops before it can go any further. It’s clear that you both want to take the next step but it never feels like the right time. You both want it to be perfect since it would be both of your first times.This is something that’s really important to you and neither of you want to rush it. It will be something that you’ll want to look back on and remember positively.

It’s getting heated, your hands in Eddie’s hair and his are moving up your shirt-something that he usually saves for your van make outs. But he just needs to touch you and he needs to do it right now. One of his hands slides up your bra, giving your tit a squeeze, which causes you to let out a squeal, followed by a giggle.

He continues to squeeze as his tongue roams around your mouth. You can’t help but let out a moan at the feeling and it’s just when you’re getting into it that a bright light shines in your faces. You break apart and turn to see a teenage usher standing in front of your seats, seemingly taking his job a little too seriously.

“This is the third time you’ve been kicked out for inappropriate public displays of affection and my manager has asked me to tell you that you’re never allowed back.” That just makes the two of you laugh and you’re quick to stand from your seats and head out of the theater.

You’re both cackling when you get out of the building, finding the whole situation humorous. It just makes sense that you’d be banned from the only theater in town for making out. Maybe next time you’ll just do it in Eddie’s van.

You turn to head to the van and stop in your tracks when you see what’s written on the marquee. Steve, Tommy H, and Carol are standing right in front of the theater, all laughing about something and you’re pretty sure that it has everything to do with the sign.

“What the fuck is this?” You ask, stomping over to Steve, Eddie hot on your heels. You look up at the marquee, horrified at the words ��Nancy “the slut” Wheeler” written on it. You thought Steve and Nancy were doing really well the last time you talked to her so you don’t know what could have happened in the past few days that would have caused this.

“He’s just giving her what she deserves,” Tommy replies for his friend. You’ve always hated him and Carol and could never quite figure out why a nice guy like Steve would be hanging out with them. Now you guess you know why.

“Yeah,” Carol pipes up. “Now she can go be a slut with Jonathan.” Now you don’t even know what he’s talking about. Sure, you haven’t talked to Nancy in a few days, but you’re pretty sure she would have told you if she had broken up with Steve.

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between Nancy and Jonathan.”

“Well, I saw them in her room and they looked pretty cozy.” He looks so sure of the fact and you’re positive that Nancy would never cheat on him. You can tell she really likes him from the way she talks about him.

“Well, did you talk to her about it?” There’s no way he could have because if he had, he would have found that it wasn’t true and he was just making something out of nothing.

“Well-“

“I’m really disappointed in you, Steve. I thought you were better than this.” He hates that the words sting. He shouldn’t care what you think because you’re just one of Nancy’s stupid friends but he does. You’re one of the only people who’s willing to be honest with him.

“Well it doesn’t matter what you think because we’re not friends.” He feels bad for saying it because you both know it’s not true. And he’d never say that if you were alone, but Tommy and Carol are here so he’s gotta put on a front.

“And thank god for that. I always knew that she was too good for you. You’re just a loser that will have peaked in high school. Let’s face it, Nancy is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“Hey, Steve, maybe you should add y/n to the list of sluts in Hawkins,” Carol laughs.

“Maybe I should,” Steve replies as he stares you down with a glare. You shouldn’t let it get to you because everyone thinks you’re a slut, but that coming from Steve hurts. You considered him to be a friend and now you guess he was just faking it. “Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree considering your mom. Wouldn’t be surprised if you were knocked up already.”

You’re about to say something, but before you can, Eddie steps in front of you and punches Steve square in the face. People can say whatever they want about him, but when it comes to you, he’s not gonna let it slide.

Steve steps back and clutches his nose and he knows he’s gone too far, but he’s not backing down. He’s gotta get Eddie for that. He goes to swing but Eddie dodges it and gets another punch in.

“Don’t ever talk about her like that again, you hear me? Or it’ll be your funeral.” He’s pointing at him now, trying to get the words into his head just as you see Nancy and Jonathan walk up. She’s looking at the sign and you see tears forming in her eyes. You rush to her and pull her into a hug before pulling her away from the mess before her.

“Oh, hey there, princess,” Carol greets.

“Uh-oh, she looks upset,” Tommy comments.

She moves you out of the way and makes a beeline for Steve. She slaps him and there are comments made by Steve’s friends, all of them seemingly amused by what’s happening before them.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you. Can you believe that I was actually worried about you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you. You don’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

Jonathan appears behind you and you and Eddie are quick to move out of the way.

“Speak of the devil,” Tommy comments. “Hi.”

“You came by last night,” Nancy says as she pieces everything together. This whole thing makes you feel sick and you just feel so bad for her.

“Ding, ding, ding!” Carol says. “Does she get a prize?”

“Look, I don’t know what I think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.” You know she’s telling the truth. Why would she lie now?

“What? You just let him into your room to…study?” That’s a low blow, even for Steve. You can tell that he’s hit a nerve just by the way she’s breathing heavily.

“Or for another pervy photo session?” Now you’re not entirely sure what’s going on. You guess the few days you haven’t spoken have been very eventful.

“We were just-”

“You were just what? Finish that sentence.” When she doesn’t respond, he says it again, with more force this time. “Finish the sentence.” More silence. “Go to hell, Nancy.”

“C’mon, Nancy, let’s just leave.,” Jonathan tells her and you think that’s a really good idea. Everything’s already gotten crazy.

“You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer, but I guess you’re just a little screw up like your father.” He begins to shove Jonathan, everything getting much more intense. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That house is full of screw ups. You know, I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised, a bunch of screw ups in your family-”

Now you’re about to get involved. Jonathan has always been a great friend to you and you’re not going to let anyone, especially not Steve Harrington treat him like garbage.

“Jonathan, leave it,” Nancy tells him and you’re joining in. This isn’t worth it.

“I mean, your mom. I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother. I’m sorry I have to be the one-”

“Steve, shut up!”

”I’m sorry that I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, is a disgrace to the entire-” his words are cut off by Jonathan punching him across the face, causing him to hit the wall. And in response, Steve tackles him, both of them throwing punches this way and that as you, Eddie, and Nancy try to put a stop to it while Steve’s friends seem amused by the whole thing.

Steve’s trying to get Jonathan to leave, but he’s not letting up, tackling Steve to the ground and punching and punching, years of hurt and anger rising to the surface.

He’s still punching as police arrive and Nancy’s trying to get his attention so they can get the hell out of there. It gets to the point where the police have to get involved, separating the two of them as Steve and his friends manage to get away while Jonathan is pushed against the hood of Steve’s car and put into handcuffs.

Nancy urges you and Eddie to leave while she stays with Jonathan and you make a beeline for Eddie’s van. You’ll have to check on her later when everything is a little more calm. You were really hoping that the whole mess would have been cleaned up before she saw it.

You and Eddie just sit in silence, letting everything that just happened do all the talking. You can’t believe you ever thought that Steve was a nice guy. It’s clear that all he’ll ever be is “King Steve” and that’s the last time you give any guy like that a chance.

Over the next few days, you and Nancy began to drift apart. There was something going on, but she wouldn’t tell you what it was-said you wouldn’t understand. You became more distant from each other upon hearing about Barb’s disappearance. She was apparently the glue keeping the two of you together. And now instead of eating lunch together and making conversation in gym class, she’s now paired up with Robin which doesn’t surprise you. It makes more sense anyway since they’re the same age.

You’ve been spending more time with Eddie than ever, especially since weirder things have been happening. Ever since Will’s death, everyone around you has been even more scared, wondering if they're next. But you-all you can think about is how strange all of it seems. But you can’t get yourself to go out and investigate. You’re too scared.

You just want to put this all behind you and get through the rest of the school year so you can graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins. You and Eddie are going to start all new lives and you couldn’t be happier about it. And the next time you come back to town, you’ll get to rub it all in their faces because you’ll be the manager of your boyfriend’s band who finally made it big.

The one thing you really want to do is reach out to Nancy and figure out why she’s pushing you away, but you can’t. Every time you try, you end up chickening out after the first ring then hang up. The one time you did wait for it to get picked up, Karen was on the other line and you knew that Nancy would just make up some excuse to not talk to you.

You defended her-called Steve out when he fucked up and this is how she repays you? You have been nothing but a good friend and she just drops you like nothing? You feel like you deserve an explanation. And what is it that you couldn’t possibly understand? You’re older and have more experience. Whatever it is, you’re sure that you can help.

“It’s her loss,” Eddie tells as you sit at your usual lunch table. You look and see that Nancy is sitting with Jonathan, both of them leaning close, whispering about something. You know for a fact that she didn’t cheat on Steve, but now that she’s single, you’re wondering if she’s now got a thing going with Jonathan. Good for her. He’s definitely an upgrade.

“I just don’t understand what happened between then and now,” you reply as you push your tray away from you, your lunch no longer appetizing.

“I’m so sorry that this is so hard on you,” he replies. “I know that you really liked her.”

“I did. And I thought we were better friends than that, but I guess not.”

“Is now a bad time to tell you that I never liked her?” All you have to do is glare at him for him to realize that he’s crossed a line. “Okay, sorry. I’m here for you, you know that?”

“I know, and thank you,” you lean in and kiss his lips and smile to yourself, feeling lucky, just knowing that you don’t what you would do without him.

It’s late and you can’t sleep as usual. Things have gotten weirder and now you feel even more terrified now that Barb is confirmed to be dead. Something is going on but no one seems to be scared enough. They’re all so focused on their own lives that they can’t even see what’s happening right in front of them. Two kids are now dead and they don’t even care.

Eddie gave you some weed to help you calm down, but being high is only making you feel more anxious right now. Even with Eddie right next to you, you’re terrified still. The worries that normally melt away are very much present and that creature that took Eddie away from you in that nightmare is all you see behind your eyelids when you close them. That face, his terrifying deep voice, the way he somehow knows all of your deepest fears and uses them to his advantage.

There’s a loud knock at your door and you assume that it’s someone looking for your mom. It turns out that she owes a lot of people money and they will just turn up at any hour to get what you feel like what they rightfully deserve. But sometimes you just wish they’d come when the sun is actually up. But to your surprise, it’s Nancy on the other side and she looks like she’s been crying.

“Something weird is going on, y/n. I’m sorry I cut ties with you, but I was scared that you wouldn’t believe me.” Hearing her say those words, you feel so much less crazy. “Something killed Barb and I need your help killing it.”

“Say no more,” you reply, finally wanting to put an end to all of this scary stuff. “I’m in.”

part one part two

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader

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sloasis · 1 month ago

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no matter how many times i rewatch 7x04 i will always be confused over the bait and switch attempt. the episode starts w buck obvious going to t cause he has an interest but isn’t fully aware of it yet and then once eddie comes it’s obvious t has an interest not for buck but for eddie and buck is fine w t leaving until he sees its w eddie. eddie then in the whole episode is who buck is trying to get the attention of in your hanging out and it’s not with me you’re having a good time not with me chris is happy with someone else and i’m not there leading to the basketball parts, buck sees eddie and asks him to play which he ignores and takes chimney to the game which would obviously be to see eddie not tommy but the convo about who’s attention he wanted w maddie must made him freak out and think this cant be about eddie it has to be about tommy leading to the ending but still im so ??!! about that part more and the whole flow of it to what 8.11 now brought it emphasizing buck is unable to see anything that has to do with his own feelings toward eddie like no i dont like eddie im just alone or no i cant move in its not my house

Buck Bothered and Bewildered is . Genuinely so interesting because it really was just 40 minutes of Buck wanting EDDIE'S ATTENTION . It was ALL for Eddie , like sure he was maybe interesting in talking to T before because he found him cool when they all flew into the hurricane together but . That really could just be Buck's general interest about helicopters and cool rescues . He got them to where they could save Bobby and Athena , Buck could've been , projecting that gratefulness onto T before he projected all the wanting of attention onto him too . And then Eddie showed up and they dropped everything to go fly together like of COURSE Buck started freaking out about that , he was overwhelmed with jealousy and the start of his feelings over men . Eddie never ever mentioned his new friendship with T either . Of course Buck was gonna start to freak out about that and bug him about it , , be upset Chris was making this new friend too , watch him on a phone call while hoping he was gonna look over , join in on his basketball game , ram into him with his entire body , etc . Of course he was gonna do all that . He was actually freaking out and feeling like he was getting replaced and was jealous and even felt so bad after he hurt Eddie . I think he was in this very frustrated state of vulnerability that whole episode , everything got turned on it's head in Buck's world so fast and he was feeling so much with no idea how to deal with it . Until he got a knock on his door and in came TommyFuckingKinard . It's definitely similar to when Eddie was moving away like . He was feeling the horrible feeling of being left behind again but had to put a smile on his face because of course he wouldn't just . Beg and tell Eddie to stay ( for him ) , that wasn't his place . He never thought it was his place . He'd accidentally maybe a lil purposefully sabotage his sublet tours because he just . Couldn't stand to see strangers come in and want to take over / replace the one house he's always felt was truly a home . He couldn't stand that he was the only person who , had to deal with this and had to feel like another person he fucking loved was gonna leave him again .

#jation asks #911 #911 abc #911 show #911 spoilers #911 season 7 #911 season 8 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #Phew . This was a long one my bad . But yeah . Buck's kind of a complicated little guy and I love him very much . Happy bday to him <3

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cottonlemonade · 1 year ago

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Hiii!! I want to send a request but before that ofc i first want to say how i love your works, love how there's another writer for us chubby readers and espc in haikyuu☹️🫂🗣️🫶🏼 i hope you continue to grace us💘🩷

and off to my request if you will 🙇🏽‍♀️ thank you!!!!

for issei, a large *to* medium green apple with a slice of lemon😁

The Coziness Of Storagerooms

word count: 882 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Issei Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff-ish smut

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, also spoilers

request: fluffy-spicy, jealous boyfriend Mattsun

Was he jealous? Absolutely not. Would he shoot the Argentinian captain to the moon or feed him to a business of ferrets when he touched your arm like that to ensure a slow and miserable death? In a heartbeat.

The Seijoh 4 were attending a small benefit gala upon invitation of their former captain. Oikawa and the Argentinian national team were currently in Japan for a tournament and would spend their time greasing palms of potential investors and, theoretically, Issei had been looking forward to tonight - hanging out with his friends in a fancy suit, having good food and most importantly, getting to show you off to absolutely anyone with eyes. When he picked you up earlier he had spent a full five minutes taking pictures of you from every angle, all stunning in your evening gown, perfectly wrapping around your generous curves. If it wouldn‘t have been for Oikawa, he honestly would have just stayed in and ravished you in that dress. Unfortunately (although not surprisingly), you caught the eyes of one of Oikawa‘s teammates and the tall handsome man had been glued to your side ever since. And because his girlfriend was completely oblivious to his advances, you simply laughed along and took his flirting for simple curiosity. Issei really didn‘t want to be that guy that got all macho and marked his territory but… the alternative was watching his gorgeous girl being charmed at the buffet by some other guy and not even realizing it! He shouldn‘t stoop this low. He shouldn‘t turn into some kind of caveman and drag you away. You were strong and smart and could look after yours- did he just touch your ass?! Okay, fuck this, caveman it would have to be.

“Found you.“, a deep familiar voice said behind you. You sighed in relief. That guy was getting way too close for your liking. You turned to Issei, gratefully linking your arm with his.

“You wanna go get some fresh air, baby?“ With a small polite nod to the Argentinian captain you let your boyfriend lead you away.

“Thank you.“, you let out when you exited the large gala hall. You hadn‘t even noticed how stuffy it was in there. Wanting to veer right towards the big glass doors into the venue‘s courtyard you were surprised when Issei instead pulled you to the left and down a corridor.

“Where are you going?“, you laughed, trying to keep up with his long strides while in heels, but the arm around your hips kept you steady.

Issei opened a door here and there until, “Ah, now this looks cozy.“

It was a storage room for extra chairs and tables. Only a bit of moonlight trickled through a small rectangular window near the ceiling, barely illuminating the room enough to make out more than shapes.

“Gee, I wonder what you want to do here.”, you chuckled and let him lift you onto one of the tables.

Trapped between his strong arms on either side of you, you hummed happily when his lips found yours. For a while he only kissed you, getting needier not long after you started.

“Lay back.”, he panted, holding the back of your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

Seeing you all pretty on the table like that fried the last few rational thoughts that were trying to get his attention.

Issei walked to the end of the table and slowly pushed up your dress, disappointed that the dim silvery light didn’t allow him to fully appreciate your panties. But he did grin when his large hand wandered up your thigh and he felt how wet you were for him.

“Mmh, look at you. How perfect you are, babygirl.”

You seemed to expect him to simply pull the fabric aside but he had other plans. After regaining some sense of reality he stopped squeezing your thighs and hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them off completely.

“Babe, what are you… ah… you can’t just…”, you moaned.

“Why? You don’t need them.”, Issei said calmly, tucking your underwear into his pocket. He pulled you closer to him, leaned down and began to devour you. There was no teasing, no build up, he just. needed. to taste you.

“Ah… oh my god… nghh, ah! Issei! Yes! Oh my god, don’t stop!” The high pitched pleas from your lips made him grip you tighter, his strong fingers digging into your flesh as his tongue pushed and played and flicked every inch of your pussy he could have at once. You reached down to grab his hair, pulling him even closer and he was pretty sure he could die of happiness right now.

With his relentless stimulation it didn’t take long until you came over his tongue. He greedily lapped up everything you gave him, giving your swollen clit a couple more harsh sucks, before standing up.

“Is it okay if I fuck you, baby?”, he asked, still entirely drunk on you.

Issei could just make out that you gave a little nod.

“Use your words.”, he groaned, lifting your ankle to his lips to give it a kiss.

“Yes, please… please fuck me. I need you.”, you managed to breathe out in a desperate whisper.

“Thank you, princess.”

a/n: thank you for the request and your kind words! Y’all are being so cute 🥹✨ this one also got a bit away from me 😂 please enjoy!

#sunnys lemonade stand #matsukawa x chubby reader #mattsun x chubby Reader #issei x chubby reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #matsukawa issei x chubby reader #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei #hq matsukawa #matsukawa smut #haikyuu matsukawa #seijoh four #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x curvy reader

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lucvly · 2 years ago

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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS ! — chris sturniolo. ♪

warnings › smut, lowkey sub!chris but not really, toxic dynamics between reader and chris if you squint. NOT PROOFREAD.

author’s note › hi i miss writing so i might spam post all my drafts ?? also i’m trying a new format w my posts so have mercy ! 🙏☹️ talk to me through my inbox i miss you guys So bad. — this is somehow the longest fic i’ve written ? the ending is sloppy Sorry i got lazy.

being friends with benefits with chris would be such an ordeal and such a chore, knowing that the same chris who held your head against the mattress as he rutted into you was also the same chris who barely even talked to you at friendly gatherings.

at first, you didn’t mind it– that was what you agreed upon after all, no in person contact, nothing that would give out the fact that you meet almost everyday. however, after a while of being on the down low, you started to feel somewhat neglected, though you knew you didn’t have the right to. you weren’t even together, so there was no reason for you to be questioning your place.

but oh, all that willpower crumbled when you saw the prettiest blonde indecently close to chris, laughing at every single word that came out of his mouth, her head seductively tilting to the side as she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes at him as her hand rubbed his shoulder innocently.

the grip on the red cup you were holding tightened, biting down on your lip, forcing yourself to look away and forget you even saw the whole scene that was right in front of your eyes.

you made your way towards the pool, almost managing to fully forget about him and the girl in front of him as you took small sips of whatever was in your drink. you didn’t even know what was in the small red cup, you just knew it had alcohol and that was more than enough knowledge.

the cool water was definitely a relief against your skin, instantly making you feel more at ease as you sighed pleasantly, and somehow you could feel a presence behind you, the water moving around to confirm your suspicions– then suddenly, a gentle tap on your shoulder, causing you to turn around and face who you were hoping you weren’t going to run into for the rest of the night.

“you gonna keep ignoring me the whole night?” his tone was playful, a half smile– almost a smirk spreading across his lips, and even though he was teasing, you knew he still meant every word.

“i could ask you the same thing,” you retorted, a slight venom to your voice he couldn’t quite put together or figure out. your eyebrows were raised in amusement, almost at the audacity of the question itself.

“okay attitude.” he teased once again, his eyebrows furrowing as he ever so slightly tilted his head to the side, indicating confusion and curiosity towards your tone. “what’s up?”

he made his way closer to you, his hands traveling to your hips, thumbs rubbing small and comforting circles into your skin. the water incorporating as he massaged the sides of your hips making it even better.

“you have fun with the blonde?” the question just slipped from your lips. you didn’t mean for it to sound as aggressive as it did, but you couldn’t help it, the scene was annoying– and overall just uncomfortable to watch.

“oh, that’s what this is about.” his lips curled into a smirk, his hands still resting on your hips. “jealous?”

“no, just curious.” you answered quickly, attempting to not show any sort of emotion aside from curiosity just to avoid feeding into his inflated ego.

“i’m kidding, she was just complimenting me, relax.” one of his hands left your waist and surfaced from the water, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “couldn’t stop staring at you,” his voice was soft, almost a whisper.

“yeah?” you whispered, your lips curling into a smirk as his hand went back to your waist, pulling your body closer to his, his eyes not so discreetly looking down at your lips, then back at your eyes.

“yeah.” he spoke under his breath before crashing his lips onto yours for a heated kiss, you could feel the neediness as your tongues fought for dominance, deciding to let him take over.

your arms snaked around his neck, pulling yourself even closer towards him as the kiss became needier, hungrier for each other. you slightly jumped as his hands now moved to your ass, helping your legs wrap around his waist.

you two never normally did this publicly, never even thought about it. it was always just between you two. sure, your friends had their suspicions, that’s why this situation of yours was always kept on the low.

you were suddenly pulled out from your thoughts, feeling his hard on against you, making you let out a small giggle into the kiss as one of your hands traveled down his chest painfully slowly, finally landing on his crotch, causing him to let out a soft groan, his hips uncontrollably bucking up slightly to meet your hand.

you could tell he was growing desperate, which just made it ten times more fun, your hand continuing to palm him through his swim trunks, the pleas he was letting out of his pretty mouth were almost music to your ears.

“shit– keep going,” he whispered, his voice soft and needy, his hips still gently bucking up into your hand as he slightly threw his head back, his mouth open agape.

you complied to his request, this time now slipping your hand into his trunks, stroking him directly with a bit more speed. you could tell he was close– his breaths were heavy and unsteady, and he was bucking into your hand more desperately than before.

“i’m so close– fuck,” he panted out, his breathing was heavy, his eyes glossy as he focused on your every stroke and small movement, when all of the sudden– he was pulled out of the blissful trance, your movements completely stopping.

“seriously?” it came out as a soft whine and almost– barely, a choked sob. you let out a small chuckle, placing a quick kiss to his lips and pulling away.

“go tell the blonde to get you off,” you joked, a smirk on your face as you moved towards the stairway to exit the pool, feeling chris chase you around like a lost puppy.

“you’re insufferable. i’m not putting up with this anymore, come on.” his voice suddenly shifted, grabbing your hand and pulling you to follow him. you could tell he was fed up– what he didn’t know is that this was your plan all along, and he walked right into it.

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attempted--eloquence · 4 months ago

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hello, good morning/afternoon/night! this is the person from a couple days ago who recommended "scars" by the cranes wives in ur fic. i'm so sorry to bother u but i wanted to say thanks for responding to my comments and share ur own thoughts. i've always kinda kept my observations about the things i read to myself but the way ur works are so good that made me want to stop being a ghost reader and commenting on every fic you publish how much love it.

in fact, i was going to rave about ur fic "boy who cried apocalypse" but i got held up by work and technical problems with the website, so here i am, and i would like to ask, if u don't mind answering of course: what are ur general thoughts on liam dunbar and his development? because i think he is a misunderstood character in this fandom because people forget how he had to adapt a lot quicker in transitioning to the supernatural and the consequences of that. i mean, it's only been a few days since he got bitten, but he already has to fight for his life because of bounty hunters, an experience that he would live again in the season 6b lol. and don't get me started on his nightmares about the berserkers. but i also blame teen wolf for not having more silly episodes in general that remind the viewer how young liam and his friends were when the supernatural shit started and how difficult it will be for them to adapt to the "new normal" that monroe left behind. there should have a been a prom or winter formal episode.

and ur fics are an excellent exploration of that with the way u weave humor and introspection through simple scenarios. the fact that liam's choice to order food had so much background drives me insane; it shows how much thought u've put into everything and also how much u've thought about these characters.

sorry for this long question

Omg hi!!! Thank you so much, that makes me so freaking happy to hear!! :)

Okay, so full disclosure I’m nearing the end of a Teen Wolf rewatch (currently in season 5), and I keep rediscovering scenes or details that I had completely forgotten about over time but that have now definitely impacted my interpretation of characters (like Liam!) — and I’m pretty sure by the time I wrap up the show again I’d probably have a different answer to this question.

Fully agree that Liam has quite possibly one of the roughest (if not the roughest?) adjustment periods on the series both because of everything that happens after he’s bitten AND because of all the shit before he’s bitten.

Expelled, new school, trying to shake the violent reputation following him around, stopped taking his antipsychotics bc they make him feel like shit, trying to stand out on his new lacrosse team—not to mention the team captain and his best friend seem to be out for his head and trying to sabotage him?—fucks up his ankle which jeopardizes his season early on, gets chased onto the roof of the hospital by a cannibalistic monster and then fucking bitten by the lacrosse team captain? And that’s all before the supernatural trauma shitstorm w/ his first full moon, the assassins, and the berserkers even kicks in lmao. Also, this is a weird thing to fixate on but I keep wondering whether freshman year of high school is the first time Liam has ever seen a dead body. Because after transferring to BHHS he sees A LOT.

Sometimes I get sad about how cocky and confident human Liam seemed on the lacrosse field because I feel like a lot of that gets washed away when lacrosse starts coming secondary to like, surviving in Beacon Hills as a werewolf. He found his niche in this sport and now he’s gotta pivot to a whole new life where that’s not the most important thing anymore (cue his little sad monologue to Scott, “I’m not like you. You and your friends trying to protect everyone…”). He also doesn’t get the version of Scott and Stiles that are still kinda fumbling their way around the supernatural while trying to be normal teenagers first and foremost. Everyone is older, more experienced, understands the existential stakes of what they have to deal with—and he kinda has to learn to run before walking, before even crawling, to keep up with them.

Because of the breakneck/back-to-back sequence of calamities between s4-s6 (I mean, obviously there’s some breathing room between seasons, but not much), I tend to feel like post 6b—when Monroe has fled and the Anuke-ite is dead and Beacon Hills isn’t quite normal but also isn’t overtly deadly in the apocalyptic sense—has to be an extremely disorienting and also exhausting time. But also offers a lull to think/reflect on everything that happened—which gives time to like, spiral about everything that has happened as well. Like. What now? What next? Which is why I tend to write about that time period. It’s such a liminal space to me.

TLDR: dude just wanted to play lacrosse.🥲

I hope this is coherent and answers your question even if just a little bit!!!🫶🏾

#also this is NOT a bother at all omg! thank you for sending!!!#liam dunbar #teen wolf

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cheswirls · 11 months ago

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i reread the kuma flashback in entirety at some point this week and consuming it all at once is such a trip. it's so grimdark. especially at the beginning!!! like don't get me wrong it gets sadder later as more emotional investment occurs but there is no light at the end of the tunnel at the start up until a certain point

anyway!! it hit me during this 2nd read what i didn't fully take in the first time and i can't believe oda had to spell it out this late for it to click but uh

luffy's line. about being strong enough to protect his friends so they won't get taken away from him?? that hit hard because it shows just how deeply sabo affected luffy. he was 16 at this point and it wasn't a nod to the future but instead a reflection of past inadequacies. sabo was the first and luffy is determined not to let it happen again

and when you put that into context with everything in the series thus far.... yea it rly got to me. luffy being hell-bent on getting robin and sanji back when he finds they're not acting of their own free will. to a lesser extent this applies to nami too, because once he finds out she's essentially trapped herself in arlong's clutches, he is not willing to leave without her

it can apply to jinbe too!! not as on the nose as the others, but he did take issue w leaving jinbe behind and insisted jinbe return to him and get out alive. it speaks to luffy's trust in them all too. he tells jinbe "even if you die, don't die!!" and then allows jinbe to make a selfish decision. he's not concerned with sanji being at wci bc sanji left a note saying he'd be back after dealing with this himself, until it becomes clear sanji has been manipulated into a lose-lose situation and then he is dead set on dragging his cook back to the sunny.

the asl flashback is the end of the first half of the series, and yet i didn't understand how deeply sabo leaving him and ace affected him until that scene when he's 16. but it does make so much sense in hindsight

#one piece

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rwqv · 11 months ago

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bro mahito was such a good villain like he was the first villain that genuinely pissed me off.,, his writing is soo good i love it so bad but like comeee ONNNN

DADDYJAKU IS CRAZY WORK but i sgree full heartedly

pls im doubling over in pain godd GODDD i luv jjk analyses especially with megumi. no matter how bad i love gojo, megumi will always be my favoeite with his writing. my brother was super annoyed that he kept summoning mahoraga, kept flashbacking to sukuna sayinf "thats kinda a waste of your talents right?" and kept flashbacking to gojo saying hes not using all his potential ... but thats the point!!!!!!!!! hes falling behind compared to yuji and he knows it ... and hes super depressed and hes willing to summon mahoraga so much because he literally does NOT care about his life in the slightest that man actively wants to kill himself... UGHHH AND HIM BEING CALLED POTENTIAL MAN LIKE DID U GUYS EVEN READ SLASH WATCH THE SHOW...... THATS THE POINT hes like a foil of yuji AND a parallel to geto.

yghhh yuji sarcrifuce would tear me apart like i literally gave birth to yuji hes my baby my sonnn ... but i cant lie that would be a great ending

plot twist gojo comes back talking about some "im for real real!" LMFAOOOOOO jk ... as mych as i truth him to come back i think his like character development and arc was at a good enough point for him to die. like nanami's character did seem fully fleshed oht when he died but nobara (at the time) didnt seem that developed when gege killed her. but shes back baby so maybe we'll see more of her (in the remaining 5 chapters ........)

YES OMG UGH the gojo 30 questions was like the smallest glimpse we had of the gojo clan. what do you MEAN his parents are still alive and everythint TELL ME MOREEEUHHH..

did u see getos mom was on the popularity list thing rven tho we've never seen him LMFAOOO i just know shes bad asf

oh my god imb so mad. i wrote up a full lengthy response but i crashed and everythkng got deleted. ill type up what i remember but its pretty bad 😭 i was cooking before it gor deleted

ANYWAYS

i never actually thought of megumi that way holy shit… esp with the fight between toji and him in shibuya… like father: 0 cursed energy, no weapon vs. son: the 10 shadows technique and all his shikigami and he still “lost”. megumi would probably win if he couldve apply himself better. he def feels left behind just like geto did when gojo surpassed him quickly thats horrible

i feel so much more sympathetic to megumi now i feel bad 😢

ALSO ABOUT HOW HES DEPRESSED AND EVERYTHING AND WANTS TO DIE BECAUSE OF SUKUNA INHABITING HIM AND USING MEGUMI AS A WEAPON

i do also think gojos character arc is pretty finished. like i want him to come back but also he feels completed. he was the strongest but he lost (mommyraga saved sukunas ass) . gojo finally did what no one thought could be done, and he could no longer be used as a weapon (not cool yuta 😡) and he died on the same day that geto did + on the most romantic day.. i think gojo should finally truely rest now (with his shitty ass sleeping schedule he needs it)

to add on, gojo killed his best friend and had to watch as his adopted son was used as a weapon to kill him he needs to lay down and sleep. his whole sense of family too is pretty messed up w the clan things and also riko (i think they have a sibling bond but also it seems like he doesnt fully like her but that might just be siblings) and everyone who came close to him died

more things about the clan workings would have been cool too!1 the story only sorta fleshed out zenin but what about kamo? or gojo? like what would gojos parents think about gojo dying and stuff like that? the clans are supposed to be like a big part of jujutsu society but i feel like they barely get any screentime. did he love his parents? did his parents love him? did anyone love him as a kid? how did the clans clash back then?? like PPPLLLEEASSE WHAT ABOUT NORITOSHI AND HIS CLAMMN WHY

my point is gege is leaving so much open like the merger€? more character interactions would definitely allow people to feel better… what about cursed tools backstories? cursed speech clan? international sorcerers? i know everyone was like jjk is dragging on and everything but 5 chapters could not resolve these plotppoints

10 spinoff series with all slice of life fluff now PLS

GETOS MOM WOULD DEF BE A BADDIE all of his genes are from her majestic ahh bro… that nurse kenjaku(geto) relly shows it

OOH MY GOD I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS EARLIER WJOOPS SORRY

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starbuckaroo · 1 year ago

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Ohhh I already replied to the op here, but I hadn’t seen these gems pulled out before and I can’t help but reblog this again! It also made me think about some spec post 7.09 (but I’m putting it under a readmore coz it does sort of veer away a lot from the original point of the post and I don’t want to super derail things)

It’s been going around and around in my head how strange it is that aside from his fit of jealousy and unsanctioned physicality w Eddie during the basketball game, Buck has been surprisingly steady and apparently mentally stable this entire season. Which imho has just not been earned!!

I’ve been trying to figure out a way to make it feel more fair to both Eddie and Buck, wrt their different traumas, and so part of me wants Eddie to break his stuff down now, post 7.09 I want him to maybe have to fight his parents to keep Chris, to prove to himself that despite his fuck-ups, he’s a fucking good dad and a person worthy of figuring himself out, fuck-ups and all. And maybe getting through all of that intact (with Chris ofc it’s shouldn’t need to be said but, well) would release him from enough of his guilt and shame that a queer awakening would be able to blossom through that without too much trouble.

The only thing is that I think for things to go the best for Eddie (and for Chris), Buck needs to be somewhat stable and not super self-centered during this time. Like I think he would show up for them no matter what, he’s demonstrated that, but I wouldn’t want his bullshit to pull focus. So I’m imagining Buck and Tommy going steady through this, and maybe Tommy stepping back in as Eddie’s friend too sometimes to help out. And then whatever the major big drama w Eddie happens and is over, but before any potential coming out for Eddie, I want Buck to hit a snag w Tommy.

Maybe he realizes they’re having issues, but he can’t figure out why bc he could have sworn that this relationship was different enough from all his previous ones that he shouldn’t have had any trouble! Tommy understands his job and his life and also values the 118 as a found family even!! Tommy is accepted by all of his found family! There’s integration there in a way that doesn’t make his relationship feel siloed off from the rest of the important people in his life! Even Chris likes Tommy!! So why are there still problems for him?

Oh yeah maybe it’s just coz of all the rampaging trauma he’s never really addressed.

Idk what the instigating factor would be tbh bc I DO think that Tommy being a firefighter that gets along well w the 118 and also Chris (and Eddie) DOES fix a lot of the issues he may have encountered with previous partners, but it doesn’t change the fact that he hasn’t ever had to be a full adult and fully share his life with a partner before, hasn’t had to deal with conflict or hurt with a partner in a way that doesn’t shut down his own feelings about something or that doesn’t result in him doing some sort of self-harm about it. The way he responds to interpersonal conflicts is still incredibly immature and deeply rooted in his trauma, and I can see that raising hella red flags for Tommy and/or triggering some latent trauma of his own. So I can’t decide if I want to see Tommy fight w him and pull away and watch Buck try to fight to keep the relationship but fucking fail anyway, or to have Tommy make a clean break of it and leave Buck confused to make sense of the pieces left behind.

But either way I think the relationship w Tommy is an important first step toward a healthy partnership w Eddie bc Buck needs to fucking sort his shit out before he goes anywhere near Eddie. Can you fucking imagine if they got together now and Eddie made a new friend again? Or even just like idfk went to hang out w Linda from dispatch or something? Imagine if Buck dealt w his jealousy in any sort of similar fashion, but within the confines of a serious romantic relationship! Especially with Chris involved!!!

No fucking thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah I’m on the buddie train long term absolutely but Buck?? Has not done enough personal growth to earn that spot with Eddie. Not if we are talking also about Eddie needing to figure out his trauma before he’s “allowed” to be with Buck, in any case.

I've been trying to figure out what exactly it is that bothers me about how people talk about an Eddie sexuality arc in comparison to how the bi Buck one is being discussed and I think a lot of it is the tone. Why is it that Buck 'deserves to have a soft, fun time discovering himself' but Eddie 'needs to figure his shit out'? Why does Buck need to have a separate arc* but Eddie's needs to be connected to Buck? There is a very weird undertone in how a lot of people talk about it that is almost malicious, like Eddie should be "punished" for not figuring it out sooner? Eddie is somehow singlehandedly holding his life back and needs to get over himself while Buck needs someone to help him through all his problems (and they are always problems, not issues).

* The funny thing about this is that Buck's sexuality HASN'T been separate from Eddie, like at all.

#personally I also rly enjoy fics where they get together and then encounter their traumas within the relationship and watch how messy and #painful it becomes. but that might be bc I’m into breakup/makeup angsty shit #I Love Manufactured Pain bc you can also manufacture the catharsis and pleasure of FIXING IT #lmao anwyays #I’m sorry for adding all of this onto a very good post. I hope it’s okay in the end.#I do think as a buddie shipper (lol gross) that them dealing w their interpersonal traumas is a closely linked thing #so their queer awakenings or arcs or whatever are also linked but in opposite sort of ways #eddie KNOWS how to be committed to a person while still maintaining his responsibilities but he doesn’t know/trust himself enough #to find the right kind of partner for himself. VS buck is much more sure of himself and much more willing to throw himself into #a relationship with anyone who comes along and is interested without doubting himself BUT he then loses himself in that relationship and #the rest of his life and other important people in it suffer for his mistakes.#I just!!! they are truly so well matched it’s gross and lovely lmfao #anyway that’s how I’m justifying the way I went a little off topic in this post. I do hope that’s alright.#.txt

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coneyislandbabey · 2 years ago

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crossed wires. -> w. rojas

WARNINGS: profanities (as usual), mutual jealousy, idiots

SYNOPSIS: A night of complicated feelings and jealousy lead to a revelation between you and warren. (based on this ask). word count: 1,527

Billy and Camila’s housewarming party was well underway by the time you arrived. You had lost track of time, swearing to Warren and Eddie when they’d left that you’d be right behind them, and then another hour of you reworking notes in your notebook had gone by without you even realizing. The sun was fully set, and the warm glow of the yellow lights through the windows and faint party sounds you could hear even from the street were incredibly inviting. You straightened your floral dress, which had gotten twisted on the ride over, and grabbed your gift– a few bottles of champagne for the party– from the back seat, heading inside.

“(y/n)! Finally!” Camila shouted, spotting you as soon as you opened the door and coming over with her arms spread wide for a hug. Laughing, you squeezed her tightly, before presenting the champagne to her.

“The house is beautiful, Cami, and so’s the party,” you said earnestly.

“Thank you, and thank you for this,” she grinned, holding up the bottles you’d given her. “I think the guys are outside, if you’re looking for them.”

You nodded and left her there to greet a guest that had come in behind you, winding your way through the crowded house toward the yard. You had to say, Camila had outdone herself. The lanterns hanging from the low tree limbs outside, the beautifully patterned cloths covering the little tables, all of it was magical. You warmed at the thought of your best friend making this place her own, making it so wonderful for her daughter to grow up in.

You found yourself a drink and idled in place for a moment, looking for someone that you recognized– or, rather, recognized and liked enough to want to talk to. Unfortunately, a lot of the guys in the music scene were just creepy, and a lot of the girls were there trying to scout out a rock star to makeout with. Finally, you spotted Warren’s familiar head of hair on the other side of the yard. You were about to make your way towards him, but then you caught sight of the rest of the scene: a blonde you didn’t recognize wearing a micro skirt and go-go boots was standing in front of him, close enough that their noses were almost touching. She had a hand on one of Warren’s shoulders, and as you watched, she tossed her head back, laughing flirtatiously. You fought against the way the scene made you feel sick by taking a large swig of your drink, and turning on your heel, walking back the way you came.

In all honesty, you didn’t know why it bothered you. It wasn’t like Warren was anywhere near celibate– neither were you, for that matter– and you’d seen him with groupies plenty of times before. Especially recently; as his style got more out there, more rock staresque, more and more groupies came looking for him after shows. And usually, you didn’t mind. Really. Sure, every once in a while seeing him disappear with a groupie after a show snagged strangely in your chest, but you didn’t feel like trying to work out what that meant.

You walked around toward the front of the house until you felt a more secluded spot and sat down, sullenly nursing your drink. Suddenly, you didn’t feel much like partying anymore, and that in of itself made you mad. You didn’t even want to think about the why you didn’t feel like partying anymore.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was over here,” a voice sounded from behind you and you turned to see a man you didn’t recognize had come around the front of the house as well. He wore tight jeans and an equally tight t-shirt, with a mess of longish, unruly blonde hair on his head. Probably a member of a band you didn’t recognize. When you didn’t speak, he did so again. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Oh, I’m fine,” you said, knocking back the last of your drink. “You can stay, if you want. Not like I own the place.”

“Okay,” he said quietly, meandering over and sitting near you, but not near enough to be creepy.

“You’re part of the band, right? The Six?” he asked eventually.

You nodded, and stuck a hand out for him to shake. “(y/n) (l/n), nice to meet ya.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he grinned. “Danny Whalen. Drummer for Dingbatz.”

Drummer. Of fucking course. You sighed to yourself, thinking maybe the drink you’d had was a lot stronger than you first thought, because your brain was telling you it was a very good idea to bring Danny inside the house and go find an empty room.

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You fumbled, knocking into a piece of furniture, lips still locked on Danny’s. Neither of you had bothered to turn a light on when you found the unoccupied room. You tried to lose yourself in the feel of his hands all over you, of your mouth slanted over his own. He was attractive, surely; maybe not exactly your type, but the type that you had to be blind to not realize how hot he was. And when you flirted with him, there was that immediate receptive smile. He wanted you. He wanted you, and you wanted that to be enough. For now, at least, it needed to be enough.

When it was over, Danny straightened his jacket and left the room with a simple ‘bye’. You took an extra few seconds to fix your hair a bit, to right your dress, and then walked out after him. The hall was empty, save for the only person you didn’t want to see at that moment.

“Are you fucking serious?” Warren asked, gesturing vaguely behind him, where you assumed Danny had disappeared to. “You let the fucking drummer of Dingbatz–?”

“So what if I did?” you asked defensively, eyes narrowing at the man in front of you.

Warren scoffed, wiped a hand over his mouth. “Unbelievable.” With that, he turned and walked away.

Instantaneously, rage bubbled up in your chest, and you began stomping after him. What kind of fucking audacity did he have, judging you for who you decided to get with, with the way he conducted himself? The idea of his judgment was so ridiculous that you would’ve laughed if you weren’t so infuriated.

You weren’t able to catch up with Warren until he was out the front door, and on the street.

“Warren!” You yelled, trotting down the stairs after him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He turned as you met him in the street, and whatever judgment and anger had been written on his face minutes ago was gone. He rested his hands on his hips, posture tense, like he was wound to to turn and get the hell out of there at any moment. “Nothing, man. Nothing’s wrong with me.”

“Then what the fuck was that?” you asked, arm gesturing back in the direction of the house. “You have no right to judge me for anything like that, Warren. Not when you carry on the way you do. Is it ‘cause I’m a woman? Huh? You think I shouldn’t be allowed to do what I want?”

“What? No!” Warren shouted, eyes wide with surprise at your outburst. “It’s not like that, man, okay? Can we just forget that happened?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. “I want to know what you meant, you’re supposed to be–”

The end of your sentence was swallowed up by Warren surging forward and pressing his lips to yours, hands grasping either side of your face. You stood for a moment, shocked, unmoving, arms dropping to your side. What the fuck even is this night? Just as it seemed Warren was rethinking his action and about to pull away, you grabbed both of his wrists, keeping his hands in place as you kissed him back.

When you finally did pull away, breathless, you kept your hands on his wrists, kept his hands on your face.

“Now what was that?” you asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Something I’ve wanted to do since I met you,” Warren responded. His voice had gone all soft in a way you had never heard before, and it was doing funny things to your heart.

“Aw, Warren,” you said, voice taking on a teasing tone as things clicked together for you. “Were you jealous before?”

You had to hold in your laughter at the way his cheeks immediately reddened.

“So what if I was?” he shrugged, mirroring your earlier words.

“You’re such a fool,” you laughed, shaking your head, a grin working its way onto your face.

“Yeah, a fool for you, mama,” Warren retorted cheekily.

“For the record, you could’ve had me the first day we met, if you tried,” you told him nonchalantly.

“Are you serious?” Warren asked, his face dropping as you nodded. He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. “God, don’t tell me that. All the wasted time…”

“Well, kiss me again and start making up for it!”

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#daisy jones and the six #djats #warren rhodes #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas #warren rojas x reader #graham dunne #eddie roundtree #eddie loving #camila dunne #billy dunne #karen sirko #karen karen

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phantomspiderr · 3 years ago

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The Commander & The Star

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word count: 2.2k+

Summary: Maybe you realised you love your best friend when it’s too late

Warnings/Tags: mentions of death, injury, explosions, fire, guilt, also a couple swears in there, probably the most angst I’ve ever written(I promise there’s a happy ending), cocky Poe Dameron, overuse of the words TIE Fighter and X-Wing(sorry), in case it isn’t obvious I know nothing about flying either and there’s of course some smooching

a/n: yeah sorry this came out of nowhere and is probably a bit of a mess and ngl I don’t fully understand Star Wars but I do love Poe Dameron so… hope you enjoy!

also I’m pretty sure there’s no mentions of gender or appearance or anything like that but as always if I’ve got that wrong and there is let me know! Appreciate you all, have a wonderful day🤍

(not my gif)

･☆: *.☽ .* :☆

nonononono…

You’re stumbling over rubble, uncaringly inhaling thick smoke as your numb legs carry you across the rugged terrain. Your heart thrashes around in your rib cage as your eyes sting with tears. No one ever prepares you for this when you’re learning to fly, not even your worrying thoughts every time either of you got in an X-Wing could prepare you for this.

Just moments ago you’d watched your best friend get shot out of the sky. The best pilot in the Resistance, hell the best pilot in the galaxy had been shot down in front of your very eyes.

It was only supposed to be a recon mission on some desolate planet no one had heard of for many, many years. But of course, in all of the galaxy, the First Order had a spontaneous patrol in the exact area just by the planet you were looking for. Poe was quick to spot them but before the two of you could make a quick getaway the four TIE fighters were barrelling in your direction.

“Shit! We gotta take them down. You take the two on the left and I’ll go right,” Poe’s crackly voice coming through your speaker somehow sounds calm in the middle of all this. It doesn’t matter how many times you fly your X-Wing or fight off the enemy there’s always a twinge of doubt about your ability in the back of your mind every time. But it all washes away every single time Poe utters the words, “Hey, you’re okay. We’ve got this.”

Your X-Wings are close enough that you can look to your right and see him in his cockpit. When he looks over at you it feels like time stands still for just a second, then you share a nod before both flying off in different directions. Your ships are still connected by your communicators so you can hear all the whooping and taunting Poe does as he flies. No matter how distracting he is, the sound of his voice is always something that will calm you. Even as you manoeuvre around the two TIE Fighters that are close on your tail.

“Poe! I can’t shake these guys,” you’re pulling up trying to roll over the top of the TIE Fighters to get an advantage behind them. You’re too out in the open and you’re finding it difficult to get around them. You’d never want to admit that the First Order is good at anything but maker these pilots are brilliant.

“We need to go down,” you can hear him pushing buttons, obviously trying to figure out a plan on the spot, “ah! There’s some mountains below. We’re better down there, I’ve pinpointed it on your map okay?”

“Shit!” You jump when you suddenly see one of the Tie Fighters in front of you explode, pulling a hard left to avoid going headfirst into it.

“You’re welcome!” You can picture the smug look on Poe’s face, always looking for a way to show off. Always a little reckless too. The man’s still chasing off his own two enemies he didn’t need to pick yours off for you too.

“A little warning next time would be great,” you push a few buttons, pulling up your map on the little screen in front of you. The one TIE now behind you again, chasing you down and shooting off blasters in every direction. You try to pick up speed as you quickly descend into the planet’s atmosphere, your ship beeping and flashing red in warning.

“Careful, Star.” The callsign he’d chosen for you rolling off his tongue with ease still makes your heart do a little flip. Your mind instantaneously shifts focus onto Poe’s X-Wing flying ahead as a TIE Fighter tries to come at him from the side. You’re quick to turn toward it, expertly flipping switches and locking your launcher onto the enemy ship. You can’t help but tease Poe just a little, “Careful, Commander.” The TIE explodes just as you speak and you smugly pull away in a different direction still acutely aware of the ship following you.

“A little warning?” He mocks your previous words and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Your head switches focus back to the task at hand, you’re trying to find an opportunity to lose the guy behind you or make him crash whichever comes first. Your eyes scan the new terrain, the mountains are just ahead but it’s too open and the gap between you and the enemy is closing.

“Change of plan!” You pull up and left suddenly yanking your ship in the direction of some towering trees, “gonna try lose them in the forest.”

“Star.” Poe’s voice warns, he always hates when you split off but you’re the only one he ever trusts to make decisions on the fly. You choose to just ignore the warning until he repeats it just as you spot the TIE Fighter pull away from your rear and go towards Poe. Shit.

“Poe!” You pull back hard, your X-Wing just floating on the spot for a second before it twists and you’re trying to speed toward the other ships.

“Yeah, I see them! Can you get behind them and I’ll lead them-“ A shot clips one of Poe’s wings and you can hear the beeping coming from his control pad.

“Poe?!” You’re immediately concerned, thinking the worst as you catch up.

“I’m good, just a little damage!” If you’d been anyone else you’d have missed the tinge of worry in his voice but you’re you and you’ve been his best friend since day one. His worry bleeds into your brain and your focus falters for just a second you miss a shot on one of your enemies. It comes back quickly as you start to see Poe’s ship slowing down significantly, giving the TIEs an advantage. One tries to take his side again just like the one before while the other continues to chase him from behind. You’re just out of range to lock your blasters on the ship and you’re pushing your X-Wing to its limits now just needing to get a little closer.

“comeoncomeoncomeon!” You’re nervously mumbling, your whole body tense, “YES!” Your control pad shows it’s locked on the target and you fire rapidly before it can change. Before you can even celebrate taking down another First Order pilot you see the red beams shoot out from the TIE Fighter you’d just been pursuing right before it explodes. You watch in horror as it completely takes out Poe’s other wing and he starts spinning toward the ground. He clips the last remaining TIE Fighter on his way down and sends it spinning straight into a tree and explodes.

You screech out his name as you hear his ship beeping through your comms, you can just make out what you think is Poe hitting the control panel with his fist. He doesn’t say a word and you feel stuck in place like some kind of force is holding you there so you can watch your best friend plummet to his death into the forest below. As if someone flips a switch you’re steering down haphazardly, not being as careful as you normally are when landing your X-Wing. It’s barely on the ground before you’re tugging at your seat belts and pulling off your helmet. You forego deploying your ladder instead just ungracefully slipping down the side and landing on the ground with a thud that sends shooting pain up your legs.

There are bits of TIE Fighter smoking or on fire, there are even parts of Poe’s beloved X-Wing scattered on the ground. Your legs feel like lead as you climb up a mound covering where you’re sure Poe crash-landed. Your lungs burn as you inhale the thick smoke in the air and you’re scared. So scared. You reach the top and you almost fall straight back down, the sight before you making your legs weak. That beloved X-Wing he’d spent years working on, the thing that had tally marks scratched into the floor of how many people he’d lost so he always knew what he was fighting for. That godforsaken thing you’d both spent countless late nights fixing up, just in pieces in front of you. It’s hard to see it all, a part obviously exploded and was blowing thick dark smoke out into the air. Your eyes sting and you’re honestly not sure if it’s the smoke or the fact you think your best friend just died and you blame yourself for it already. There were so many things left unsaid, so many adventures you were supposed to go on together. You knew every time either of you flew that this could happen but some part of you thought that you were both invincible, that nothing would ever happen to you and now it has and you’re numb.

Your legs almost give out as you clumsily stumble down the mound. You can feel your body trembling as you search the wreckage for confirmation of your worst fear. You’re coughing now as you get closer finding heaps of metal you start pulling apart in hopes you’re wrong.

He won’t get to see the Residence win.

He won’t get to grow old and have the kids he said he wanted.

You won’t get to spend another day with your best friend.

You won’t get to tell him you love him.

Your thoughts race at light speed and your legs finally give out, you sink to your knees and sobs freely fall out of you.

“I-I hope those tears aren’t for me Star,” his voice is gruff, he’s coughing too and you almost think you’re hearing things until your head snaps around and you can see him limping toward you a few feet away.

“Poe? Poe!” You’re slipping on the ground as you clamber to your feet and then you’re sprinting toward him. Uncaring that you were just on the ground sobbing because you thought he was dead. He’s covered in ash and his flight suit is torn in places and singed in others. You just manage to make out the little cuts littering his handsome face that you know he’ll think make him look tough later. Then when you’re within touching distance your hands reach for his face and you don’t even realise you’re kissing him until you are. You’re kissing Poe Dameron and it feels like heaven. You’re holding onto him for dear life as if he might disappear but relief floods your brain, he’s really there, he’s alive. Then suddenly your logical brain kicks in and you abruptly pull away looking at him wide-eyed with disbelief. Your hands move away and back again before resting on his shoulders and your brain just acts like you didn’t just kiss your best friend but he hisses and recoils one shoulder away from your hand.

“Yeah I’m gonna need you to put that back in,” he jokes like you’re not now just staring at his dislocated shoulder. Your relief-addled brain had clearly missed that upon your quick inspection as you raced over. You’re trying to focus on inspecting him for any further injuries now instead of focusing on the way he tasted like those blue candies he buys in bulk because he eats so many. You don’t even look up at him when he calls your name, busying yourself with looking over a cut on his other arm and thinking if you have enough first aid supplies to treat all of this. Then he says your name a bit more sternly, his working arm swatting both yours away and he reaches up to hold your face. He tilts your head up so you’re looking directly at him now and you watch his smile grow, “how long have you been holding out on me?” You must look completely dumbfounded because he chuckles a little before it turns into a cough and then a groan of pain as he buckles over a little. You’re quick to support him, the trained medic in you taking over as you wrap his uninjured arm around your shoulders.

“Come on,” you pause for a second to collect your thoughts and find the right words to say, “we can talk about this later.” It comes out more like a question, hope seeping out of every word.

“Oh we’re not done with this,” he gives you that smug look he does when he gets a bit cocky and you can’t help the way your elbow just ever so slightly nudges his ribs, sending him into another coughing fit and wiping the cocky look off his face.

You laugh just a little as he scolds you, trying and failing to use his ‘in charge commander’ voice, “not funny! Gonna write you up for that.”

“I’d like to see you try,” still chuckling, you glance at his dislocated shoulder, the side with which he writes and you see it click in his brain when he realises.

“Oh ha ha, laugh at the injured man. I can type with my other hand y’know,” your body’s still riding high on the adrenaline but your heart is calm. Poe’s here with you, you’re both alive and maybe you’re in love with each other and you just never realised.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x gn!reader #poe dameron x gender neutral reader #poe dameron #star wars fanfiction #star wars #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron x pilot!reader #poe dameron angst

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dmc-tings · 4 years ago

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The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Noice 👌🏾

But what did you do for this woman to spare you?

She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere

So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)

Or perhaps your a lucky lady?

I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her

But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU

So take that as a win

Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people

Which was something you didn't know

But she doesn't eat in front of you

Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine

You get curious, of course

So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup

You see red

"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."

You take a sip, only to spit it out right away

Retching with disgust, you tasted blood

Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways

Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you

Only to see the sight in front of her

You looked at her in fear

Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart

You backed into a corner, thinking the worst

Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon

To which made the Lady shake her head

"Love, you know I wouldn't-"

"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"

She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well

You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)

She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit

But this is YOU we're talking about

Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy

"My Love, please calm down."

When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood

Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette

She offers you one

You cringe, and with that she pulls back again

After taking a puff, she begins to explain

Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up

After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon

Drinking in all of the information

You looked up at her

"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."

The large woman nodded, looking at you

You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table

Alcina looked at you, watching you relax

You nodded a calm understanding

"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"

The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head

"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."

You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek

She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss

"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."

Salvatore Moreau

You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life

You saw less and less of your significant other

He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called

You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore

But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both

He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you

So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain

All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled

As said, you knew Salvatore before this

He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)

And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious

One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual

Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock

Eagar to see him

He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock

Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back

The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness

You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching

You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?

"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back

"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself

Horrified, you took his face on your hands

"I-is this... the work o-of-"

He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."

You felt tears pour down your face

You couldn't bring yourself to speak

That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau

The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you

He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears

"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."

You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"

He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"

You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"

Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude

You left

But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about

You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...

Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his

It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind

Angie and Donna Beneviento

These two kept you in their estate

Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll

She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you

You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her

No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?

Fucking Jackpot!!!

Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you

That's about to change

You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall

Enjoying an afternoon tea

"Dear? How are you feeling today?"

Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile

"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze

Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen

And the abundance of snow and cold

Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder

"Angie, n-"

Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap

You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"

You never really liked or disliked dolls

Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."

Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"

"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now

"And we like you!"

Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her

She gently took your hand in her's

"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."

Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.

The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie

You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words

Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side

"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."

Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy

She buried her face in your chest

You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead

Karl Heisenberg

You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory

It was a part he had built to keep you safe

From what?

You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building

"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"

You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you

Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you

The "family" was always thrown into air quotes

You knew he disliked his "family"

He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where

But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off

But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory

Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down

Once at an elevator, you pressed the button

It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man

"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."

Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside

"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."

You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"

"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"

You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."

The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again

Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye

You noticed a door and pushed through

Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two

With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards

"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"

"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"

You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic

"Karl! What-"

You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again

Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled

Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered

You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you

Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond

Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's

You moved your hands and opened your eyes

Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...

But he wasn't touching them....

"What... how-"

"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him

Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily

He took it, it was a well deserved slap

"E-explain yourself!"

He sat heavily down, telling you everything.

The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all

You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him

"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."

You kissed his rough hands

And he chuckled at you

"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."

#lady dimitrescu #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #Salvatore Moreau x reader #moreau #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento #angie and donna #donna beneviento #angie and donna beneviento x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader

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un-pearable · 3 years ago

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not fully decided but i’m losing my mind i need this “yoink everyone from the most awkward/painful possible times” story so bad so rough ideas:

kai - the only one actually from the current point in the show, has to both step up and readjust to handling all of his teammates and their individual AND interpersonal crises. kai focus story

zane - “youngest”, pre-robot reveal zane who is nowhere near the reliable figure they know now. still figuring out who he is and is both very thrown by all the social cues and in jokes he’s suddenly not getting again bc everyone thinks he’s just. you know. zane. and instinctly treat him they way they do their zane, which is both surprisingly helpful (bc the early ninja are accidentally very mean and over time they got better at. not being that) and very confusing bc he still doesn’t really Get It. and everyone else is freaking out trying to decide whether or not to break it to him. this only gets worse the longer it goes on.

lloyd - mid s9 when the core four + wu are stuck and he thinks everyone is dead arc, conflict bc he’s been trying to step up as the leader and also overcompensating for how genuinely terrified he is at the thought that he actually lost them all

nya - mayyyyyybe mid hands of time? extremely excited at the idea of having reunited w their parents and frustrated, angry to find out that they didn’t actually stay connected and blames kai for a bit bc he both hid that they found them from her and for them having a bad relationship

cole - pre dotd? skybound for some fucky shenanigans about who does and doesn’t remember certain things? mb when jay’s captured. idk smthn about him feeling left behind by his friends while he’s a ghost bc everyone else has filled his role as leader, three way conflict of kai (actually knows what’s going on but has so little experience) lloyd (is used to a world where he HAD to be the ones calling the shots) and cole (insecure bc he feels his friends no longer need him and thus WILDLY overcompensating bc he thinks it’s for the good of the team) cole and zane connect over the feeling of disconnect but everyone is so fucked up over whether to just tell zane or not it’s a mess

jay - easy way out is directly from THE most angsty possible everyone-is-dead part of skybound. which would be self explanatory, but i’m very keen on balancing it out a little and pulling him from either s3 or s4, or for max ouch right in the middle when they think zane’s dead (real fun right there for techno), bc then we get the exquisite potential of hands-of-time nya remembering skybound and jay doesn’t, and cole living through skybound and jay has no idea why the two of them are acting so weird, and nya and cole are confident in their friendships but jay feels like he’s ruined everything with BOTH of his best friends on top of losing zane and now he’s faced with versions of all three. funsies >:]

pixal - too good for this shit leave her alone. i think pixal and kai deserve to have a bit of a team up. extremely awkward situation regarding The Zane Problem, they’re probably fighting about it but bc literally everyone has an opinion on it and early zane has two hobbies of a) chilling with his friends doing this :) and b) wandering aimlessly (dangerous given he is Incredibly Recognizably Not The Titanium Ninja) so he keeps walking in on everyone’s tense conversations bc he is now the baby of the group :]

#text✨#ninjago #agshdj actually wait. pixal is time displaced she’s just from the middle of prime empire #so kai didn’t notice at first bc he was just relieved someone wasn’t acting super weird. then homegirl whips out the detective act

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

“Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn’t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa headcanons #haikyu angst #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa oneshot #haikyu sakusa #signedwithane😌

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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