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augustvandyne · 1 month

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can we get a lucy chen x reader? r is talking to nyla or someone abt the crush they have on lucy but she overhears and assumes its abt someone else? she ignores r until r gets fed up and corners her one day and tells her that lucy is her crush? thank u !!

okay i’m back to writing now 💗💗

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“I’m over it,” Nyla complains to you and Angela in the break room one day.

Your eyebrows furrow at your two best friends when Angela starts nodding along with Nyla.

“What?” You frown. “Did something happen?”

“We’re over you,” Angela purses her lips. “You and your little girl crush.”

“We wish you’d just tell her already,” Nyla stirs her coffee. “You know she likes you back. So why don’t you just ask her out?”

You huff, “I really like her, and I don’t want to mess things up. And—“

“We aren’t a hundred percent sure she likes you,” Angela and Nyla roll their eyes as they mock your words in unison.

“Yeah,” You nod.

“You could always just.. ask her,” Angela says sassily, hiding her face behind her coffee cup.

You glare at both of them, “That’s scary. What if she doesn’t want me like that? I mean— then when we rode together it would be so awkward..”

“I’m sure she has at least a small crush on you.”

“How can you be so sure?” You’re bouncing on your toes. “Would you guys ask her for me? Please? Pleaseeeeee?”

“You’re more than capable,” Nyla says, squinting at you.

“So you guys don’t love me?” You cross your arms jokingly.

“Yep, that’s exactly it,” Angela nods sarcastically. “That’s just why I took you out and bought you at least ten books for your birthday last week.”

“And that’s why I took us all out to dinner for your birthday,” Nyla tilted her head.

“Hey guys—“ Lucy stumbles into the room, and your head is immediately turning towards her.

“Hey Luce,” You beam, a wide smile on your face, along with an indescribable light in your eyes that not even Nyla or Angela could explain.

But Lucy’s expression doesn’t match yours — not in the slightest bit. Her cheeks are flushed and she looks she just witnessed someone running over a cat and not stopping to check on it.

Lucy’s body slouches the slightest bit, and her eyes flutter sadly as she says, “Roll Call.”

“You okay, Lucy?” Your eyes soften as you reach for her, but she takes a step backwards.

“I’m not feeling too well,” The lie came out easily, like it wasn’t hard at all and she didn’t need a second thought.

“Oh, well—“

“I’ll see you,” Lucy looks away from you with a sad look, walking backwards and almost running into the door frame on her way out.

You turn back to the detectives with a frown on your face.

“What?”

Angela and Nyla share a look, shake their heads, and walk around you to make it towards the roll call room.

“Hey!” You lean against the counter as Lucy signs out for a war bag. “Who you with today?”

“No one,” Lucy shrugs nonchalantly, signing the last few letters of her name sloppily so she can get out of there. She slams the pen down extra hard and hurries towards the garage.

“Me either,” You follow her into the room, and wait as she opens the trunk and loads her bag. “Wanna ride with me?”

“Well.. I’m ready to go. So, if you want to ride with me you better get a bag fast,” Lucy says as she slams the trunk shut and sits in the driver seat, still not meeting your eyes.

Something in you said she was upset with you, especially after your encounter with her and the two detectives a few days earlier, but you didn’t want her riding alone. And you didn’t really like riding alone, either. You frown, but go and get a bag for yourself, nonetheless.

You load the bag and shotgun into the trunk and hurry over to the passenger seat to ride with Lucy.

“Hey..” You put your seatbelt on quickly before Lucy pulls out of the garage. “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Lucy just barely meets your eyes as she puts her hand on the back of your seat, turning to pull out of the garage.

“I don’t know.. I just—“

“I’m good,” Lucy shrugs again — something she only does a lot when she’s upset — but you don’t press any more. “Let’s just work.”

You open your mouth to speak again, because normally Lucy enjoys talking or sitting in a comfortable silence, but today she just turns the radio on to drown out the unusual and uncomfortable silence.

“There’s a fight breaking out at a gas station near Chen and L/n—“ A voice comes over the radio, but you’re too distracted to decipher who it is.

“Show us responding,” Lucy grabs at the radio quickly, desperately trying to get out of this awkward situation with you.

As Lucy pulls up to the scene, you say, “You get one, I get one?”

Lucy doesn’t answer, she just gets out of the car and starts detaining one of the men.

You go for the one on the ground, as you thinking Lucy might need to take her anger out a little, so you give her the more aggressive one.

As you’re cuffing your guy, Lucy’s guy elbows her in the face when she tries cuffing him.

You push your guy against the shop, not even caring if he gets away or not, and you hurry over towards Lucy who is holding her face in one hand and the cuff in the other.

“Are you okay?” You force her hand away from her face, checking the forming bruise.

She leans into your touch for only a second, but then you see a flash of some sort of recognition in her eyes, and she’s pulling away from you.

“I’m fine,” Lucy pushes you away, and finishes cuffing her guy. “Let’s take these guys back to the station.”

“Um.. okay,” You nod and awkwardly follow behind her.

“Maybe try talking to her?” Angela shrugs as you, her, and Nyla all grab lunch from your favorite burrito truck.

“I’ve tried. What do you think I’ve been doing for weeks?” You threw your hands up in a frustrated voice.

“She seems fine when I’m around her,” Nyla throws out there. “What? I’m just saying.. maybe it’s you?”

“That’s not funny!” You try to playfully hit Nyla, but she moves at the last second.

“I’m not laughing,” Nyla shook her head, a small smile on her face as she takes a bite out of her burrito.

“It’s annoying,” You put your head back as you wrap your arms around yourself.

“We know,” Angela says, being the reassuring and helpful friend while Nyla was being the annoying and joyous one. “But I’m just saying, maybe try and have an honest conversation.”

“I mean.. I could try. She might be going through something at home,” You bite on your nail anxiously, not sure if you’re trying to tell yourself that or them.

“Mhm,” Nyla agrees, mouth full. “Totally.”

“Okay, you’re not helping,” Angela rolls her eyes, pushing Nyla in the direction of your regular table. “Go sit.”

“Whatever,” Nyla rolls her eyes and goes to sit at your table.

“Do you really think it’s me?” You look up at her with a sad expression — eyebrows furrowed, eyes full of sadness. “I mean— what have I done to make her angry with me?”

“Nothing. I don’t think it’s you, sweetie,” Angela puts her arm around you until her food comes. “I just think.. maybe something is going on at home, you know how her parents are.”

“Yeah..” You nod, staring down at the gravel.

“Why don’t you try eating with her?” Angela nods over to where she’s sitting alone, enjoying her veggie burger and fries.

“Okay,” You nod and grab your food, which came out just now.

You take your burrito and water over to the smaller table Lucy sat at, and sat across from her, not asking if you could sit before doing so.

“Veggie burger?” You ask even though you know her order by heart.

“Yep,” Lucy says before taking another bite of her lunch. “You?”

“Burrito,” You hold it up before taking a bite yourself, seeing as that’s the only way to keep things from being awkward.

“Hm,” She hums, taking her time to chew.

“How are you?” You ask after swallowing your bite of food.

“Good,” She shrugs. “Nothing new since you asked me two days ago.”

You swallow back the lump forming in your throat.

Lucy had never been this dry and she’s never not talked to you for this many days in a row.

“Are you mad at me?” You frown at her as she obviously tries to finish her food faster than she ever had before. “Slow down there, don’t choke..”

“I’m not mad,” Lucy shakes her head and stands to dispose of her trash. “I’ll see you later.”

“Oh— okay,” You slouch in your chair, still trying to figure out what you did to make her so distant towards you.

After a few more days of walking on eggshells around Lucy, you’ve had enough and came up with a plan to corner Lucy.

You’d just try and corner her somewhere around the station and try and coax it out of her.

And your plan was going to work because you made sure to inform Nyla and Angela of this plan so they could watch out for her.

They inform you that she just came through to process a criminal, just as you were in to talk to Grey about an upcoming leave you had to take for a family event.

She’s passing the break room as you’re coming towards her, and you take this as the perfect opportunity to push her into the break room to talk with her.

“Hey, Y/n— Hey!” Lucy tumbles back a little as you push her into the room and shut the door for privacy. “What’s your issue?”

“No, what is your issue?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t have an issue,” Lucy shakes her head, her demeanor changing from angry to calm.

“Please just stop lying to me,” You take a step forward, and Lucy tries to take a step back, but her butt is met with the table.

“I’m not,” Lucy’s eyebrows furrow as she lies straight to your face.

“You are,” You’re voice breaks just the slightest bit. “You won’t talk to me, you won’t ride with me, you won’t eat lunch with me.. god, you can’t even look me in the eye.”

Lucy’s breath shudders as she tries to look anywhere but at you.

“Luce,” The hurt in your eyes is evident. “Look at me.”

Lucy manages to look up at you, and hurt flashes through her own eyes. She bites on her cheek to either keep herself from crying or from talking, you aren’t sure which.

“What’s wrong Lucy?” You take a few steps closer to her, and you place a friendly hand on her shoulder. “Let me help you.”

“You can’t,” Lucy’s eyes flutter sadly, and you see that she’s about to cry.

You lift your hand up to wipe a tear from her face, but she flinches away from your touch.

“Why can’t I touch you?” You ask. “You let me touch you before— what did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything,” Lucy’s tears fall faster as she gets more upset over what she overheard a few weeks earlier. “I’m just giving you space.”

“Why?” You bite out.

“Because.. you like someone,” Lucy says sadly, and that’s when it hit you. “And that someone isn’t me.”

“Lucy—“

“I heard you,” Lucy bites her lip to stop her tears, but it doesn’t work. “When you were talking to Harper and Lopez about your.. crush. And it hurt to listen to that knowing..”

“Knowing what?”

“Let me talk, please. Just let me finish,” Lucy holds a hand out between the two of you. After a pause she continues, “It hurt listening to that conversation when I’ve had feelings for you since we were rookies, and that you didn’t reciprocate them like I thought you did. So I am stepping back for whoever this mystery girl is. She must be pretty great if you’re after her.”

Your head shakes sadly and your lips turn down in a frown.

“Lucy..”

“You didn’t know?” Lucy finished for you. “I know. And I didn’t plan on telling you, but if this was what it takes for you to understand, so be it.”

“You really didn’t know?” Your question causes Lucy to tilt her head in confusion. “You’re my crush, Lucy.”

“What?”

“I like you,” You point your finger to her chest. “I literally have your long Starbucks coffee order memorized, I know what you like from every fast food place so I can bring you something to surprise you. I know your favorite movies, songs— does that scream just friends to you?”

“I mean.. no. No, I didn’t think so, but when I heard you I thought..”

“You thought wrong, Luce,” You cup her cheek, removing a stray tear with the pad of your thumb.

“Good,” Lucy breathes out and pulls your face to hers by your collar. “So, so good.”

“For the record, I’ve liked you since we were rookies, too,” You pull away to tell Lucy, and she chuckles, pulling you back in.

“We’re such idiots..”

“Yes, yes we are,” You laugh.

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jaidens · 9 months

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Hey, I Knew l'd Run Into You Somewhere It's Been A While, Didn't Mean To Stare

pairing [s] : spencer reid x reader

a/n [s] : requests are open.

Your field in Los Angeles, California was needed in Quantico, Virginia. It wasn't extremely typical, but whenever different parts of the FBI calls, you go. The plane ride was relaxing as you covered all sides of the case with your team and stayed on call with the Technical Analyst, Penelope Garcia. You were reading through Pride & Prejudice for the fourth time, as your team counted. Your team member Angela sits down, crossing one of her legs over the other.

“You seem occupied. Something happened?” Angela asks quietly, raising her eyebrow and clasping her fingers together. You look at her and nod, picking at the skin around your fingernails. “Yeah, this case just gets to me. No matter how long I've been in the field, it'll always scratch me the wrong way.” The case made everyone feel weird. The case included children and a series of kidnapping only taking Mother's and their young sons.

“Are you sure it's just that? I've known you for ten years. I know how you get when a case hurts and when something else is happening.” Angela calls you out and, painfully, she is one-hundred percent correct. “Yeah, you caught me. Just, I used to know someone who used to be my absolute best friend, and he moved to Quantico the last time I checked.” Angela opens her mouth to show her understanding and surprise about the situation.

“Well, let's remember, we have to keep our heads on the case. It's important that we find the leads instead of pulling other ropes to lead other situations.” Angela taps your hand and walks away, you smile at her softly before you go back to Jane Austen’s writing. Eventually, you fall asleep with your book laid against your chest.

You wake up at the sound of your ears popping and the plane landing against the Virginia airport grounds. You stand up and gather your things, picking up the bag you were gifted for your twelfth birthday, a leather satchel with clasps. It was from Spencer after you mentioned how you thought his satchel was cute.

Spencer is sitting across from you on the playground, reading through the science book you were given today by Mrs. Handerburry for seventh-grade science. Spencer was in eighth-grade but was only a month older than you. “This is what you have to read for Genetics. Did you know that humans are more than 99% identical in our genetic makeup? The one percent is still being researched, but it's said that it holds cures for diseases.”

You smile at Spencer, the lanky, finally hitting puberty with his hair behind his ears and thick glasses on his nose as he excitedly explains genetics to you. He's been your best friend since forever, with his awkwardness and long bones. People picked on you surely for being friends with him, or even relating yourself to him, but you didn't care. “Oh wow. Maybe someone in this world has the cure for everything, like something magical.”

Spencer laughs at you but continues explaining the theory of Genetics and giving you fun facts during it. However, as much as you try and understand him, you're staring at him and he makes your belly feel like there's butterflies. Like how it feels before the first day of school and staring at the double doors to walk in. He stops for a second, taking a moment to breathe, and you lean in and kiss his lips before pulling away.

Spencer is a blushing flustered mess as you scramble out some words to explain why you did that. “I don't even know why I—” Spencer kisses you again, a little longer than last time but he quickly pulls away. “It’s okay.” Spencer tells you and that's all you need before you lay your head on his shoulder and let him read out the boring science book, in which, you were definitely not listening to.

You're pulled out of the memory whenever one of the security guards is taking your stuff and letting you walk into the Quantico headquarters. It's much nicer than yours, with things actually furnaced off. Angela takes your arm and shows you the way around to the meeting room. You take a breath in and walk into the room, recognizing the Technical Analyst and SSA Aaron Hotchner from an old case you ran by with him.

He's introducing your team to his team and you're staring at the screen at the pictures from the incidents. “— And finally, this is Agent L/N, an expert in the children's abduction cases.” Penelope shakes your hand and gives you a huge smile and you smile back at her before she goes to the screen to explain more of the case. You stand behind the table and listen intently to Miss. Garcia. “Are the children getting abducted before or after the Mother's? Maybe our unsub wants to torture the mothers before. Losing children can be extremely heartbreaking for the mothers, giving the unsub to tell her to ‘come to save her child’.

“It wouldn't explain the covering of the bodies with baby blankets. It shows remorse.” Angela says to everyone, ending with nods and other people agreeing. “Well, we'll figure it out. Wheels up in 30.” Agent Hotchner says and walks out of the room. You're talking with Angela gently about a different topic, while you sip on a coffee. “I think we should go ahead and get ready. We have 25 minutes until we have to leave.. do you have your stuff? Your suitcase and bag?” You nod at her and follow her out of the room.

The plane is getting ready, and it is much larger than any jet the FBI had provided for you. You step onto the steps, walking up and Angela follows behind. You stare back at the seats and see an empty one and you walk towards and sit down, setting your stuff to the side of you and pulling out Pride & Prejudice and immediately stuck your nose in it.

You see a mop of brown hair above your book, staring at you. You pull the book down, and you recognize his face immediately. “Spencer..?” His name falls from your lips like a prayer and you smile widely. He sits down as he grips onto his leather satchel, the same one that matches yours. You can see the patch still sewed into one of the straps that you did in tenth grade.

“Y/N, you know I'm leaving tomorrow.” Spencer sighs as he lays in bed next to you. You're in tenth grade and you've grown up since that day in seventh, the day you kissed him. Your face is different and your eyes have grown up as well as Spencer stares into them. “Give me your bag.” You command quietly as you wipe the tears from your eyes, and you pull out your sewing kit from your drawer. You had bought a patch off the Internet, it was a picture of you and Spencer on it.

You pull out the needle and thread and begin weaving it through the fabric and sewing it on. “Oh.. it's our picture.” The ‘our’ makes you smile and you look up at him. “Yeah, I think it'll remind you of me when you get big one day. When you're up on the board with Einstein and Tesla.” Spencer laughs and sits his head on your shoulder. He's watching you sew and telling you to be careful to not poke yourself.

Spencer eventually falls asleep and is gently snoring against you, his head stuck between your head and your shoulder. “Spence— hey Spence, c'mon wake up.” You giggle when he wakes up with a small shout and a sleepy smile. “I’m awake, I'm awake.” You hand him his bag, the patch sewed on and a smile on your face. Spencer is in love— and the person he's in love with is leaving until he's done with his PHD and his Doctorate, so years.

He takes his bag with a big smile on his face, but the tears welling in his eyes tell you a different story. “We’ll find each other. We always do, Smart boy.”

“I knew I'd find you. I tried to call, but nothing was working.” Spencer tells you shaking his head. You smile at him and scoot over to be right next to him. “I got a new phone, which also means a new number. Welcome to the new age.” You laughed with Spencer as you stared into his eyes again. Those butterflies you felt in seventh-grade suddenly came out of their cocoon and were flying around once more.

“I missed you, a lot. You're working in the child abduction unit now? That's pretty cool.” Spencer stares into your eyes, and the nostalgia sits inside of them. “I missed you too, and the unit had been missing someone I had a degree in and studied, so I took it.” Spencer lets out that smile that can make anyone smile, where his top teeth are showing proudly.

“You grew up, huh? You definitely still got that boyish look I love.” You teased and his cheeks turned a shade of crimson. “And your crazy hair.” You add and he laughs. You can't help but hug him in your arms, and that spark you felt so many years ago lights once more. “God, I missed you.” Is all you can let out as he practically lies against you with his head in your shoulder.

Spencer is in a blue, 80s styled suit and you have your prom dress styled in the 80s fashion as well. He was allowed to go to prom, even if he was 15 years old in Senior Year. “Bet we look like fools.” You say during the slow dance, only swaying gently to the Frank Sinatra that fills the gymnasium. He's smiling at you with his eyes staring into yours. “Definitely, totally. Look at your hair, you look like Farrah Fawcett.” Spencer teases back at you and you lay your head against his chest. Spencer had grown to 6'1, towering over most other people.

You're laying against his chest as you listen to Spencer's heartbeat. “I always loved Frank Sinatra. My mom bought me a walkman when I was five and I listened to Watertown until the tape broke.” You laugh gently at the thought, and you're singing along to the jazz until it ends. The DJ starts yelling about ‘getting the party started!’.

“Do you wanna sneak out with me?” Spencer asked with a mischievous smirk on his face and you nodded at him and he pulled you through the crowd. “Always!”

You see the stares from you and Spencer’s team as you laugh with him. He tells his dumb science and math jokes and you laugh at him as you tell him old stories from your younger years. A tall, built man walks up to you and Spencer and flashes a smile at you. “Hey Pretty Boy, find yourself a girlfriend?” He sits down and shakes Spencer's shoulders and shakes out his moppy hair.

“Y/N, this is Agent Derek Morgan. Derek this is Y/N, my best friend since childhood.” Spencer introduces and you shake Derek's hand and flash your own smile. “How long have you known Spencer?” Morgans asks, sitting down in the seat next to yours and Spencer's. “Twenty years now? We met whenever we were ten years old.” Derek opens his mouth in surprise, and slaps his hand on Spencer's shoulders again.

“We’ll talk later L/N.” Derek tells you, pointing his finger at you before walking away. Spencer circles next to his ear and points at Derek, showing that he thinks he's crazy for acting like it. You laugh once more and hold his hand in yours. “I can't believe you're so, up on the board with Einstein now and Tesla.” Spencer nods. “Its the 180 iQ and my three PhDs probably.”

Now, you're the one surprised. “Three?” He nods and you sit up. “That’s amazing, Spencer. I knew you'd get far, ever since middle school when you read through my science book; four times.” He smiles and you laugh at his weird look in his eyes. “I’m tired and I'm gonna sleep until we get there.” You tell him and lean back on the plush, beige seats.

Spencer's hand goes to your calf, running his fingers up and down or pretending to run down your bent leg. It's peaceful and calm, and it's everything he's missed. Derek wiggles his eyebrows at him and Spencer sticks out his tongue childishly. He would ask you about what he was thinking eventually in the hotel room, and he was praying for the answer he wanted. For you to take him back, like you did in his younger years.

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x plus size reader #spencer reid criminal minds

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year

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Eternally yours

Hanzo x Amab!Reader x Cassidy! Smut

A/N : Anotha one, I have trouble being consistent but yk I'm getting shit done.

A/N : READER USES HE/HIM

FEM ALIGNED DNI

WARNINGS : Threesome, Smut, what is to be expected from a cowboy and a archer.

Cigar smoke and Incense, very contrasting smells, and yet they always seemed to linger around eachother, it's not something you'd expect, but it was a delightful smell.

Of course, scents weren't what you were thinking about, you were thinking about Cassidy and Hanzo, The ex-blackwatch cowboy, and the Ninja who could control dragons and abandoned his responsibilities.

At times like these you could only swoon for men like that, not only were they morally attractive, but physically too, and don't get started on personalities.

Damn- what was god putting in men these days?

Nonetheless, you carried out your day, finding either Hanzo, or Cassidy's, or both of the two's gaze on you, like lasers in the back of your skull, made it very difficult though.

You hadn't talked to either of them much, especially not Hanzo, as he was more shut off as Cassidy, who was very friendly and struck conversation with you often.

Which is how you found out Cassidy and Hanzo were dating, Through simple conversation, you listened, Cassidy had been chatting up a storm as he found you eating.

You couldn't pinpoint when exactly this crush bubbled up for the strange duo, but your heart did flips anytime you interacted with them, but you didn't want to initiate anything, taking as they were happily together, and you didn't want to change that.

The base of Overwatch was mostly empty, save for you, Hanzo, Cassidy, D.va, and Hammond, who you hadn't seen much of, but the base was big enough that it was natural.

As you traveled outside to get some fresh air, you were quickly greeted with a puff of smoke traveling your direction, bringing your eyes to the source, Hanzo and Cassidy stood, conversing as a cigar hung out of Cassidy's lip.

"Oh- My bad Partner, didn't mean to get that in your face."

"It's alright, I'm just out here to breathe."

You explained, blush tinting your cheeks as Cassidy lightly patted your shoulder.

"Me 'n Han were just talking about you, we've got something to tell you, if you'd be willin', Not right now though, we were wonderin' if you'd meet us in my Room later in the evening?"

"Oh- sure! is it anything important?"

"You could say that."

Hanzo spoke, pushing himself off the wall, coming to stand next to Cassidy, before whispering to him something unintelligible.

"Well I'll see you 'round, Han's gettin' cold."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around Hanzo's waist.

"See you tonight Cassidy, and Hanzo."

"Just call me Cole."

"Right, Cole, See you."

You said one final time, watching them both enter the building, letting you finally hear the silence, the safehouse was amazing, in an open field, it was peaceful.

You stayed out there for hours, watching time fly by, the moon coming out to shine white light on your face, bringing a chill with it, you decided it was finally time to retreat back inside.

Then your mind wandered back to your interaction with Cole and Hanzo, asking ATHENA for the time, thanking her for her response of "7:30" and wandering through the halls, Angela's medical office, a meeting room, down to the deeper parts where everyone's quarters were.

Finally, you reached Cole's room, fidgeting for a short while before knocking your knuckles against the metal door, quickly pulling away as Cole stood between the opening it had made.

"Glad you came, Make yourself at home."

He said, gesturing to his bed, both him and Hanzo we're in more casual attire, Cole's glove, Shawl, Hat, Belts, and holster were all off.

Hanzo had done the same with his belt, and his bow had been placed soundly on a shelf of Cole's, his boots taken off and sat by the door.

You had never seen them so casual, so you could say you were more awkward than normal, standing stiffly near Cole's wall.

"Why so tense? C'mon sit down, We got somethin' we wanna tell ya."

You quietly came to sit between them, keeping your hands in your lap and eyeing them down, almost as if you were shooting lasers out of your eyes.

You heard a sigh from your left, eyes flashing to Hanzo, who had his attention on Cassidy, jumping as a cold metal hand came to rest on your shoulder.

"Listen, Darlin' we don't wanna push you into any of this, but we both think you are a very good lookin' kinda man."

"-Ahem, we would like to ask you if you would, consider, becoming our partner."

Hanzo said shortly after Cole, eyeing you down, as you could do nothing more but stare down in shock with a blush lighting up your face.

"I uh- I'm not sure I understand-"

You muttered, biting your lip, eyes locking with Cole as he brushed hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek to bring you to face him.

"We like you, Darlin' we want you to date us."

You heard Hanzo hum in agreement from behind you.

"We both have deep interest with you, but only if you would like to, please."

Hanzo said, grasping one of your hands and leaving a chaste kiss on it.

"Im really surprised you feel that way, I mean since I've been pining on both of you since you joined."

You laughed under your breath, eyeing them both who raised their brows awaiting your response.

"Yes, I'd like to be you both's boyfriend."

Hearing the pleased sigh of Hanzo, and seeing the Toothy grin of Cole's, sent butterflies right to your stomach.

"does this mean I can kiss you guys now?"

You asked, looking at Hanzo, and then Cole, who grasped your chin, pulling you to kiss him, smiling as you melted into it, running a hand through his hair and tugging it gently.

You felt your muscles tense at the feeling of Hanzo kneel at your feet, hugging around your waist, causing your breath to hitch.

"You're excited."

He stated, dragging a finger down the seam of your pants, right over the forming tent in the fabric.

"I can do something about this, if you'd let me."

He added, eyeing you for an answer, smirking as you nodded in time with your erection twitching as Cole took to leaving gentle hickey's on your neck.

You couldn't help but smirk at how Cole whimpered as you gently tugged him by his hair away from your neck to kiss him once again, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

You felt hazy as Hanzos mouth met your tip, slipping down your length, running his tongue on the underside, leaving you to pull from the kiss in a helpless groan.

"Oh fuck Hanzo.. your mouth is so hot.. ah.."

You whispered, whining as he slipped a finger into your hole, easier than he expected he slipped in his ring finger in aswell and curling them towards him, pressing against your prostate as he bobbed his head on your length.

The overwhelming pleasure leaving you to lean on Cole who slipped his hands under your shirt, the warmth of his flesh hand and chill of his metal hand meeting your nipples causing your back to arch.

"Mm gonna cum! Hanzo- Please~'

You whined, moaning as Cole's lips met yours, muffling the lewd noises spouting from you as you came into Hanzos mouth, who pulled off of you before swallowing, pumping you in his hands to let you come off your high.

As you caught your breath, you sighed as you pulled Hanzo into a kiss, pulling on the ribbon in his hair, letting it fall around his face.

"You look hot like this."

You hummed, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger, turning to Cassidy, who watched you both with admiration and frustration as his erection pressed uncomfortably in his pants.

You took no time slipping off your clothes, time passing quickly as you all stripped, coming into a position as you pinned down Cole while Hanzo pressed against your backside.

"He needs little preparing, he can't bear going without something in his hole each night."

Hanzo said, watching as Cole blushed, averting his eyes, which soon closed shut in pleasure as you pushed into him, as Hanzo has stated, he squeezed around you comfortably, you smirked at the noises he made as you bottomed out into him.

The smirk soon faltered as Hanzo pushed into you, it was hot in your stomach, causing you to pant, melting into the both of them as Hanzos chest pressed into the arch of your back.

Cole's hand met your face, you leaned into it as you took the hint to move your hips, Hanzo meeting your pace to thrust in as you thrusted out of Cole, the combined pleasure made your brain feel like mush.

"Ah- shit.. "

You whined out, huffing out short breaths, which Hanzo quickly shut down by kissing the back of your neck.

"Breath."

He muttered out, leaving small hickey's in his wake, smiling in satisfaction as your breathing evened out, the feel of his facial hair scratching your skin soothed you in a odd way.

You kept your right hand holding Cole's hip, while your left one held Hanzo's left from over your shoulder, whilst Hanzos right stroked over your stomach, Cole's right clung to your shoulder, whilst the left dug into his sheets.

"Oh fuck Darlin' I'm gonna cum..."

Cole whimpered out, his chest shuddering with his shaky breaths.

"I am too- ah.. you're so tight Cole.."

You hummed, stroking his hip with the pad of your thumb, leaning into Hanzo, who's cock twitched inside of you.

Cole came first, his cum spewing onto his stomach leaking through his abs, his hole tightening around you with his release, unwillingly, your dick slipped out of him as Hanzo pulled you close to him, fucking you without mercy.

"Doesn't he look pretty like this, Cole?"

"-Fuck yeah he does Han'."

Cole hummed out, laying back as he watched you cum, the white substance leaking down your cock and spurting onto his legs, Hanzo pulled out, fucking into your thighs before his seed spilled down your legs, which quivered weakly.

Cole grabbed you by your waist, raising up to lay you on the bed, letting you catch your breath as he got up, kissing Hanzo deeply as his hand landed on Hanzos left hip momentarily.

"I'll get a towel for us, catch y'all's breath."

Cole hummed, winking at you as he disappeared into his bathroom, returning shortly after, already cleaned up as he tended to you and Hanzo, who unwantingly separated from a small cuddle you had formed.

"Hate to stop y'all from bein' cute but I want a clean cuddle pile."

Cole said, leaving kisses over you and Hanzos body as he cleaned you both up.

He tossed the towel into the floor, joining you both in the cuddle as he pulled a blanket over all of you, leaving you to shortly pass out from exhaustion

A/N : Mental illness teehee, hope y'all enjoyed, I made Cassidy use a accurate country accent because I myself am southern and cannot stand when then make him talk inaccurately

#overwatch #cole cassidy #hanzo shimada #cole cassidy x male reader #hanzo shimada x male reader #amab reader #male reader smut #male reader #smut #overwatch smut #this is gay

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erogenousmind · 1 year

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Sleeper

"No, this is going to be great. You just need to stop interrupting. I need to remember how this worked. Okay. Okay. I think I got it. Now, just take a deep breath in and out. Now close your eyes and breathe in again. And out. And now let your eyes focus on the very center right here. And let the numbers fade away. I uh...think about the number one I mean. And you can open your - stop laughing!”

Janine was getting flustered. It had seemed really straightforward in her mind. She just needed to do everything exactly how she’d seen it done before, and everything would just sort of...work. Actually being there now, hearing her own voice trying to recreate what had been such a powerful experience for her and noting every imperfection she made, it seemed almost impossible. Being able to read the skepticism on Angela’s face hadn’t helped either.

Janine’s flustered expression in response to Angela’s giggles, the flush in her cheeks that was the most adorable combination of embarrassment and anger, had Angela grinning ear to ear. Still, she felt bad for her friend. “I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stop smiling. “I’ll be good. I know you want this to work. I still don’t know why you want this to work so badly, but I promised to give you a fair shot.”

“It’s just...I got to try it out, and I...enjoyed it. And doing it with you seemed...fun. I don’t know. I just want to okay? Stop distracting me.” How could Janine explain it? She wasn’t sure she really understood herself. It wasn’t that she had enjoyed being hypnotized. That didn’t come close to describing it. It was more like it had redefined how she thought about pleasure. It set the standard for what felt good. Just that one session with E -- was it just one? She felt like she remembered dropping a few more times. And wearing different clothes? And not wearing clothes. And staring and repeating and melting and dissolving her mind and her will away and it felt so good to go deeper and all she needed to do was go deeper...

Janine blinked. It was an obsession now. She wanted to know how it worked. Wanted to feel it all the time. Wanted to be able to do it. Wanted to be able to share it with the people close to her, like Angela. So she could know how good it felt to be hypnotized...to obey...Janine’s thoughts derailed for another moment. Angela would enjoy being hypnotized. Janine just needed to calm down enough and focus so she could get her into trance. She thought about her first time again. How it had felt. Janine took a deep breath.

“Right,” she began, slowly. “Hypnosis feels...really nice. It’s the most relaxing, wonderful feeling in the world. I really enjoy the way that feels and I would like you to feel that as well.” Janine paused, her tone more serious, but still light. “Let me tell you about the first time I was hypnotized. That’s when I fell in love with how wonderful it could feel.”

“It started with my...hypnotist talking to me just the way I am speaking to you now.” Janine’s conscious mind didn’t catch the word she substituted away, and Angela didn’t seem to respond to her brief hiccup. “They encouraged me that it was alright to listen and absorb whatever it felt good to absorb of what they told me. They said that some words or phrases might not make perfect sense or I might get distracted or I might realize I zoned out a little. You want to try to focus to listen to every word, but it is alright if you miss anything. You can just recenter yourself right here and continue to listen because listening is easy. That put me at ease, because I knew anything I did would be okay, as long as I came back to listening and let everything else happen. That can feel really easy for you as well.”

Angela opened her mouth to answer, but Janine continued speaking. “And I could feel myself falling into a rhythm. I would focus very intently on everything that was said to me. And then everything could just get a little...fuzzy somehow. It was like my mind was wandering but I wasn’t really thinking of anything. And then I find my way back and focus on what I am being told. And every time everything can just happen a little slower. I focus for a little longer. I drift off a little further, and it gets harder and harder to find my way back. But that’s alright. It’s alright to feel yourself drifting away. The words always have a way of helping you find your way.

“But what really helped me,” Janine said, reaching into a pocket she hadn’t thought about before. “Was this.” She produced a small clear crystal. It had the faintest tint to it, but as she twisted it slightly side to side, the color changed inconsistently as an iridescent hue moved across it’s surface. “I could feel myself dropping into trance before I saw this, but once I could just stare at it, once something else could keep my focus when the words were confusing or difficult or thinking felt too hard...once I can stare at the crystal, I feel like I can’t stop myself from dropping. See what I mean?”

Janine didn’t know why she had the crystal with her. She didn’t remember it being given to her. It hadn’t occurred to her to retrieve it earlier because she didn’t even know it was there. She wasn’t even thinking about that now. She just knew it was what she needed. What Angela needed.

Janine held the crystal out between the two of them, her arm continuing to twist slowly and slightly back and forth, letting the light move through it in long lazy arcs. She noticed the hint of a rainbow moving back and forth across Angela’s face, telling her that it was exactly where it needed to be. That and the change in Angela’s expression. Everything about her face was just..less. Less intensity in her eyes, less tension, less presence. Janine smiled as she looked back to the crystal.

“Once I stare into the crystal, it’s only a matter of time. I will be in a deep trance soon and that will happen whatever I do or think. So staring at the crystal, it’s like you’re in trance already. But you get to enjoy every moment, every feeling that comes with sinking deeper. My eyes can study the lights while my ears listen. But my mind doesn’t need to do anything. It can just let go more and more. Sink down more and more. Surrender more...and more...”

“More and more...”

“And if I’m hearing all the words it doesn’t matter if my mind is listening or not. My eyes just stare deeper into the crystal...deeper. And everything gets...fuzzy again. I know I don’t need to think anymore. I can just follow the pretty patterns in the crystal. Follow the light. Follow that wonderful voice...follow...o-”

“...follow...”

“And then the voice can tell me what to think. We can find our way to that wonderful place in the center of the crystal...I think I can see it now...it’s so...beautiful. And then the voice tells us things. I don’t need to remember what the voice tells me. I can always forget. Because I’ll always know what the voice tells me, deep down. I’ll always do as I’m told deep down. I’ll...I’ll always...obey...deep down...”

“deep...down...”

Janine didn’t hear Angela’s voice. Didn’t remember her presence. Her dull echo only served to reinforce Janine’s spiral deeper into the crystal. She stared without seeing, with Angela following right behind her into its depths. The words flowed out of Janine’s mouth automatically now, her mind responding to them only after she heard them spoken. They told her what to think and how to feel and what to do.”

“We always go so deep for the crystal. It’s irresistible. But it’s so hard to realize until you see it. That’s why you needed to see it. That’s why I needed to show it to you. Even if I didn’t remember it. We don’t need to remember what I am told when we stare deep...deeper...don’t remember. Just obey. We just obey. Need to obey. Need to do as I am told. Please...need to please...need to sink...down...”

“...deeper...”

“Eyes close...still see the crystal...too powerful to resist...too hypnotic. Always stare deeper...always obey...need...obey...ob-ey....”

“...obey...”

Both the girls eyes fluttered and closed at their own pace. Janine’s arm dropped gently and they both sank down together, empty. For a moment everything was still...quiet. Then Janine’s mouth began to move again, her voice coming clearer and with purpose, those her body still lolled limp and loose, no tension anywhere save around her throat and mouth. Janine’s mouth moved but it was not she who spoke. She was only to listen and learn and obey. Both she and Angela needed only to sleep and listen. They would wake later remembering only the fun they had with Janine finally able to help Angela drop into trance. Because they didn’t need to remember now. They just needed to listen and follow and obey.

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papermint-airplane · 4 months

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Eleanor: Whoa whoa whoa, what do you mean 'who is Aiden'?! He's the Bachelor! You know, the whole reason we're competing in the first place?!

Angela: Surely you can't be serious!

Rose: I am serious! 🤭 And don't call me--

Viridia: IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE, I WILL END YOU MYSELF.

Eleanor: Gaaaaaaah, I hate you people.

Angela: Then I guess I need you to explain a lot more than the murder attempt because if you aren't competing for Aiden's heart -- the alleged premise of the show -- what are you competing for?

Rose: I. keep. TELLING YOU! I want to WIN! 😠

Angela: Yes, but win what?!

Rose: Uggggh, you're so dense, it physically hurts. 😩

Viridia: STOP TALKING IN CIRCLES AND JUST EXPLAIN SOMETHING FOR ONCE!

Rose: Haven't you ever heard the expression 'winning isn't everything, it's the only thing'? 🙄

Angela: Yeah, I've heard toxic Little League coaches say that to crying seven year olds. And?

Rose: Seriously?! It's the principle I've based my entire life on! It's my mantra! My raison d'être! 👿

Viridia: WATCH OUT, SHE'S GOING FRENCH AGAIN.

Angel: So the whole reason you snuck back into the house, disguised yourself as a mime, sloppily painted your blue stripes purple, tried to kill Angela, and potentially scarred Aiden for life was...because of an expression everyone uses ironically?

Rose: It's not ironic to me, dammit! It's my sole purpose in life! Everyone knows that, even the Watcher! And she...she used it against me. 😓 She promised me that if I made the competition interesting for her, she'd let me back into the house.

Eleanor: Wait. What?! Say that again.

Rose: When I broke into her control room, she made me an offer: I'd get to come back and compete again as long as I did something to shake up the status quo. She was getting bored of you idiots. 🥱

Angel: I-I can't believe this.

Bailey: I know what you mean...

Angel: One of us got to meet the Watcher in person and it wasn't me.

Rose: Look, Angel, if it makes you feel any better, she's not what you think. She's...crazy. 😦

Bailey: High praise coming from you.

Rose: And not only that, she seriously doesn't know how 'Earth reality shows' as she calls them work because holy shit, this whole thing has been one clusterfuck from the beginning. 🙄 She says it's a Bachelor-type dating show but she's run the whole thing like a survival show with the challenges and eliminations. I mean half of us haven't even met this Arwin-or-whatever, let alone been on a date with him. What sense does that make?! 😵

Aiden: It's Aiden. I'm Aiden!

Eleanor: You're right. I thought this whole thing was shoddily arranged but I've never seen any reality dating shows. For all I knew, this is how they're supposed to be.

Rose: Well I've seen hundreds of them, and believe me, this is not how they're supposed to be. Arlo is supposed to spend time with all of us one-on-one, not be shoved into a pod by himself ninety percent of the time. 😣 I don't know how they do shows like this back on her planet but it's not how we do it on Earth. 👽

Eleanor: On...her...planet? The Watcher is an alien?

Rose: Well duh. 😑 You couldn't tell? Why do you think she abducted us all at the casting call? She had to get us on more familiar turf.

Angel: That doesn't make any sense. The Watcher can't be an alien. She's an eternal extra-dimensional being of pure benevolence.

Viridia: WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR RELIGION, ALREADY?! CLEARLY SOMETHING ELSE IS GOING ON.

Eleanor: I knew it, we really are in the Lunar Lakes moon settlement. I could tell from the trees. But...why are we the only Sims here?

Rose: I don't know and I don't care. 🤨

Wow. You really exposed me to everyone, huh, Rose?

Rose: You exposed yourself! You should have just let me win from the jump and I wouldn't have had to tell everyone what I knew. 😖

I guess it really is a good thing I didn't tell you the whole plan, then, huh? Otherwise you'd have run your mouth to Aiden.

Rose: Yeah yeah, Argyle or whoever-the-fuck. Well, I held up my end of the bargain. You're going to call this whole thing off and just announce me the winner, riiiiight? 🤤

Why would I do that?

Rose: Because...I made things interesting for you, like we agreed on. 😕

Then why am I still bored?

Rose: I-- 😶

You haven't won anything, Rose. You're still the same loser you were when you walked into this place on the first day. And that's all you'll ever be.

Rose: ...

Nothing to say to that?

Rose: I am going to kick. your. ass. 😡

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#sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 gameplay #mine #non canon just because i feel like it bachelor challenge #ncjbiflibc #sim: eleanor tinley #sim: angela hirano #sim: rose schaeffer #sim: viridia nn'ox #sim: angel angel #sim: bailey swain #sim: aiden ayy #if the watcher isn't me being meta then who is she? 👀

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cybernightart · 9 months

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Mildly amusing head cannons featuring Genji, Hanzo and kiriko (with some brief Gency and phariko at the end)

Since in being a ninja you have to be able to go about undetected, be able to blend in with your surroundings, even disguise yourself and be convincing when doing so. So in order to make sure the trio were skilled in this department in between their ninja training and the education the clan was providing they would get sent to acting and drama classes. They would go by fake names so no one was able to pick up on the fact they were shamatic clan members, and this was easier to do then it may seem as none of them were known to the public of even existing. As part of the clans thing was that they would keep all of the members born into the clan within the walls until they were 18, which once they're 18 they can leave on their own, the trio we're giving an exception to this occasionally but only if they were being escorted by a senior member of the clan or sojiro shimada himself, but even then they did not leave the grounds of hanamura, with only kiriko ever going into kanezeka.

And because of these classes the three are really good at acting and just slipping into roles when need be. Which means if it were for the fact Genji was a red-eyed rage powered murder ninja during black watch he would have been the perfect person to go undercover as the waiter instead of Cassidy, as part of their acting was being able to mimic accents which all three of them can do relatively well.

Genji never once mentioned this though, and it was only after kiriko joins OverWatch after Hanzo had already joined as well, and casually mentions how she finds old recordings of genji's performances on one of her old devices and everyone else is so confused at what she means. Kiriko then goes into excited annoying little sibling mode with "OH MY GOD YOU DON'T KNOW GENJI DID THIS?!?!" Ask Genji is slowly starting to panic with that panic rapidly picking up pace the further kiriko gets into explaining, even worse so for Genji because 90% of his performances where musicals or just him singing in general. This revelation is even more shocking to people like Cassidy and Angela who he had told that he was not good at singing, only to come to find the Genji has the voice of an angel or at least had.

Even with the cybernetics he still can sing really well but it's just so different from what he was used to before, that even with his acceptance of his body and improved mental state it still just doesn't fully sit right with him. He likes his voice now ,so it's not even like back in black watch when he only talked when absolutely necessary because he hated hearing his voice, or that he still hates the sound of his own voice, but rather anytime he goes to sing internally(to himself) he still pictures what he used to sound like when he was in his early twenties and not the raspier Metalalicy autotuned version of his voice now. With the only times anyone has heard Genji singing since being when he intentionally sings bad or over does it for comedic effect.

This then of course leads into kiriko playing a bunch of the recordings of genji's performances with the smuggiest look on her face as she stares Genji directly in the eyes the entire time they're playing with a facial expression only describable using >:3 . So in retaliation Genji leaves and comes back with the recordings of kirikos performances, and to continue on the trend of annoying little siblings also hanzos.

While kiriko did a mix of plays from around the world mainly more Western culture with the occasional Japanese one, with one particular picture Genji showed being kiriko in one of those 1950's pink poodle skirts complete with an ascot to match and her hair done up in a hairstyle screaming the 50's. Hanzo did primarily quite traditional Japanese performances, primary kabuki. So in the old photos from these performances, falkirko was wearing a range of different costumes, Hanzo was in full traditional attire, makeup ,masks everything.

And now for some Gency stuff,

Later on as they were going to bed (Genji literally walked into Angela's office and without a word just and just scooped her out of her desk and carried her to the bedrooms. she started off wiggling and kicking to trying to get him to drop her, but since she was so tired from sleeping for far too long she eventually caved and just started snuggling into him as he carried her. Also the ninja strength combined with the additional strength from being a cyborg kind of helped in Genji not letting go like he was unfazed the entire time, except for under his mask he was trying to hide the giggles building up which men under the mask he just had the biggest dorkiest grin but Angela couldn't see that currently) Angela turned to Genji and said how she couldn't sleep because she wasn't tired (a very very blatant lie), and with a smirk on her face asked if Genji could sing her a lullaby to help her sleep, with a sigh and a chuckle Genji agreed. So as they lay in bed cuddled into each other, Angela's head on genji's collarbone area, Genji quietly sang her one of the only lullabies he could remember off the top of his head which was one his father used to somewhat sing to him and Hanzo when they were very little. And between her already incredible exhaustion, the sweet quiet vocals, Genji running is hand through her hair, and the hum in reverberations from within genji's chest/cybernetic throat she passed out almost immediately.

Meanwhile, pharah was trying her absolute hardest to get her hands on that picture of kiriko, using all the compliments in the book and every tactic she could think of, well kirko is trying her best to resist these "torture methods" to get her to give her the picture.

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sakannaz · 2 years

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Hypnotizing pt.4

A new world.

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson

Warning(s): Cussing,, and that’s all.

A/N: no one dies in this, just imagine this as an alternate ending of season 4 of stranger things. Sadly reader couldn’t save max but ayyy, Eddie is still alive :) if any of you are confused (n/n) means nickname. Sorry this took long btw. AND ITS REVEALED THAT MY HYPNOTIZING SERIES WILL HAVE 30 PARTS <3

Tagging: @creme-delacreme , @01-angela , @daygirl26 , @prettysbliss , @milkmily , @plk-18

Pronouns: they/them

“If you touch her again, I will kill you again.” You said, Pushing max and eleven behind you, “is that what you did? Did you kill me?” Vecna replied.

“I clearly didn’t try hard enough. Guess I’ll have to try harder.” You said, “I am so glad your here, eighteen. So glad…” he said, slowly rising up from the ground.

“This is going to be beautiful..” you glared at him, “So, beautiful.” He said, he threw the splinters in your direction but you threw them the opposite way.

Vecna threw you to the side of the room, you wailed in pain, Eleven immediately came rushing to your aid.

“(n/n), are you okay?” Eleven asked, you nodded, “Yeah. I’m fine. Just- I’ve got to end this..” you said, “then we do it together?” She asked.

“Together.” You said, the lights began to flicker as Vecna focused his attention on you, “…Your friends cannot save you.” He said.

“No. You don’t get to tell me what they can and cannot do. You are not the one in control anymore. You have killed children, teens, and now- you try to kill her? I can’t let you do that. Not now. Not ever.” You said, Raising your hand but he stopped you from doing so.

“I have who I want now. Max has led me to you. Without even knowing it. As I have been waiting for you for so long..it is time, eighteen. Your suffering, has end.” He said before throwing you to his lair.

“Now..I want you to watch, watch as your friends lose.” He said, there wasn’t anything you could do at the time.

Everyone was surrounding you as the lights started to flicker, “They’re fighting him.” Steve said, Nancy and Eddie exchanged worried looks.

“I didn’t know they were able to do this. This is some crazy shit,” Erica said while Dustin chuckled.

You could see he was carrying max over his shoulder, Eleven turned to you, “What do we do?” She asked.

You sighed, “there isn’t anything we can do at the time. He has the upper hand..”

Vecna turned to you, “you aren’t even trying, are you? It’s like you don’t want to save her,” he said, “No, I do! But unlike you I’m not trying to kill her, I can’t do anything cause you have these stupid tentacles wrapped around me. I- I know what he did to you. He hurt you. Just like he hurt me. He was trying to get me to search for you. Which I tried to stop. But as you can see..you’re somehow still alive.” You explained.

“You can’t stop this now, you have lost.” He said, turning away from you and placing his hand above max’s head.

“No!” You screamed, Eleven screamed as well, “Max!”

You could see the fear in her eyes, she was so scared, “try to stay, very still.” Vecna said, he then placed his hand on her head, you sobbed, you couldn’t save max, you couldn’t save anyone..

(n/n), if you can hear me, I need you to fight. Alright?

That- that was..Eddie’s voice. You closed your eyes, the memories started coming back to you as you tried to break free.

We’ll be right here when you wake up. Okay? I love you, we both love you so much.

That was enough for you to finally break free, and as you did you used as much telekinesis as you could and threw Vecna back, “you think you have won. But in reality, you have lost.” He said.

“No. You have.” You said, then everything started fading, you were back in the void.

Four chimes.

Four kills.

End of the world.

You can see Lucas pleading for max to wake up, eleven was crying, you watched, tears falling from your eyes.

He got to her and you couldn’t even save her, you just…stood there.

You failed. You have failed yourself and your friends.

Vecna was right, at some point you would become useless. He wasn’t dead, not just yet.

You still had to end him. But you need to be fully prepared next time..cause these would be the outcomes if you didn’t try harder.

You kneeled next to max, tears clouding your vision, you couldn’t have her die. Not now.

Eleven turned to you, “W-What will happen after this?” She asked, you didn’t answer, instead you placed a hand over max chest, her heart wasn’t beating but you decided to change that.

“(n/n), what are you doing?” Eleven said, you looked at her, “She won’t wake up for..I don’t know how long, but I won’t be able to wake up either.” You said, Eleven shook her head, “No! What are you saying?!” She said.

“Eleven…this is something I have to do. all I need you to do, is find a way for me to wake up. Doesn’t matter how long it takes. Months or years, I need you to do this..for the sake of them. I gave max another life..I-…I revived her. I don’t know how but something in me just knew I had to do that..” you said, you grabbed Her hand.

You slowly closed your eyes, “This isn’t goodbye, eleven. This is a; see you soon.” You said with a smile, then you turned back to max, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you..” you said, Eleven turned to you, “Just wait, wait for me. Tell Steve and Eddie I’m sorry as well.” You said, you slowly started to fade away.

The lights stopped flickering and there wasn’t any movement coming from you, your heart was barely beating, Steve and Eddie locked eyes, “Hey, (Y/N), c’mon wake up.” Steve said, pulling you out of the water and holding you in his arms, Eddie immediately went by his side and tried to wake you up.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Robin said, the blood coming from your nose and your hand fell limp, you couldn’t feel anything everything was just quiet.

“This doesn’t make any sense..” Nancy said, when she placed a hand over your chest your heart was still beating but you just weren’t waking up.

“He..he actually did it.” Robin said, she could see a portal from afar, it was growing, “so this means…” Robin trailed off.

“Max.” Nancy finished for her, Steve placed you in Eddie’s arms before looking outside.

𝑇𝑊𝑂 𝐷𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐿𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑅…

“In the far reaches of the world, under a lost and lonely hill, lies the tomb of horrors. This labyrinthine crypt is filled with terrible traps, strange and ferocious monsters, rich and magical treasures, somewhere within rests the evil DemiLich.” Eddie said, When he turned to you there wasn’t a response, Steve walked in and behind him was eleven.

“Hi.” She said, waving at Eddie, he waved back with a smile, when she saw you the tears fell from her eyes, “Why would you do that..just why?” Eleven said, Placing her hand over yours.

“If you don’t mind me asking: what exactly did they do for them to fall into a coma?” Eddie asked, “I- I don’t know how they did it..but..somehow they revived max.” Eleven explained.

“Did the doctors say when they’ll wake?” Eleven asked, “Don’t know. The doctors said it may take months..maybe years.” Eddie answered.

“I’ve got to find a way to wake them up.” Eleven said, remembering what you said, there had to be a way..

“Can I..try something?” Eleven asked, Steve nodded, “Yeah, just be careful.” He said, she nodded and squeezed your hand in hers, her eyes closed.

once she opened her eyes, everything was dark. She couldn’t see anything. The water was now at her waist, she looked around, her jacket was soaked, she screamed your name, calling to see where you were at, if she could find you.

“(Y/N)..?” She yelled, there was no response, she couldn’t see you anywhere, “(Y/N)?!” She screamed.

Again, there was no response, once she opened her eyes she was now back in the hospital.

She turned to Eddie and Steve, “What did you see?” Steve asked, “everything is blank.” Eleven blurted out.

She didn’t know how to explain it, but there wasn’t anything she could see. Everything was dark in there. She couldn’t see you anywhere.

“Blank? What does that mean?” Eddie asked, “(Y/N) explained this to me before, if the mind is blank, they won’t remember anyone.” Eddie sighed in frustration and moved some of his hair out of his face.

Steve sighed in frustration, “But..what will that mean for (Y/N)?” Steve asked.

“They will have…memory loss. It mean they will not remember us. Any of us. Not even- even me.” She said, sobbing and wiping another tear away.

Then she turned to Eddie and Steve, “but I promise, I will find a way to wake them up. You can trust me.” Eleven said with a determined look in her eyes.

She wasn’t going to give up. Even it it took years to wake you up. She would do it.

See you in part 5 :)

#stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #eddie x steve #eddie x steve x reader

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Confessions

A/N: Ohohhoheheh. Back to my roots. Wrote this out on tumblr and not docs. Silly little thing and.... maybe me committing to something. Or not. Totally not. Gotcha!

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"Is it really that gay to think and want a dream about a co-worker? Just like, one dream. Everyone thinks it." Elias looks up from his paperwork, eyes flicking to Angela. Her lips curl in what must be a knowing smile, but Elias looks back down to the papers, frowning to himself as he moves two to a new pile. "And, anyway. I'm so... unfulfilled." he laughed at his own choice of words.

"Sweetie, do you hear yourself?"

"No wonder Cam needed these sorted... this is from 2005." he mumbled. "What, Ange?"

"I know you heard me," she crossed her arms. "Come on, who is this mystery man?"

Elias sucked in a breath, exhaling through his teeth. "No one here," he lied, stretching in his seat. "Well, no one here here. It's someone who runs the museum."

"Do you hear yourself?" she repeated. "You didn't even try with that."

"I am not telling you!" Elias looked at her, shaking his head for emphasis.

"Is it Booth?" There's playfulness in Angela's voice. She knows it not. She would know. But watching Elias's face was fun for her.

"BOOTH!?" Elias yelled, blinking at her. "Booth? Really? Him? No! No way!"

Angela was giggling. "Well, you're awfully defensive."

"No! It is not Booth! Plus he has a crush on someone else." Elias immediately regretted the words, backing up to correct himself, saying that he himself did not have a crush.

"Now you gotta say." Angela sat down, looking at Elias. "This is getting hotter by the minute!"

"Oh my god don't say it like that!" Elias felt his cheeks start to burn from embarrassment. "This is-- you're harassing me. I'll report this."

"I'll stop if you tell me who."

"Angela, please!"

"I can keep guessing, sweetie. There aren't that many eligible bachlors," she looked at Elias once more, eyeing him. "And even less that I think are you're type."

"Wh-huh? You can't tell "my type" from looking at me!" Angela quirked a brow, and Elias sunk back into his seat a little. "Okay. Maybe you can."

"So, should I start listing my guesses or--"

"Hodgins," Elias muttered sinking further into the chair. He hoped Angela would drop it now. He felt like he was caught in the middle of a great big lie.

"Who?" Angela laughed. "I didn't hear you."

"Hodgins..." Elias still mumbled, wishing he could disappear in that moment. "It's Hodgins. I've..." he trailed off, not wanting to talk more.

"Hodgins?" Angela practically yelled it, and Elias tried to shush her. "I knew it! How long?" Elias shook his head, refusing to answer her.

As if Elias's day could get any worse, Hodgins himself walked in, a file in his hands.

"Oh you're kidding me," Elias hissed.

"How long?" Hodgins asked, looking to Angela. "I heard my name. I mean, it took a minute to get these for you Angela, I didn't think it was that long."

"Oh, that wasn't about you. Well, it was," Angela had a smile on her face Elias hated and he was glaring at her. Hodgins looked to Elias who immediately tried to look like he wasn't about to murder Angela.

"Right." Hodgins exhaled, going to explain something Dr. Brennan had found on the latest victim, handing Angela the file. "Is there something I'm missing?"

Elias jumped to talk. "Angela was telling me about a really dumb thing and I said it reminded me of you. And we were joking how long it'd take you to do something similar."

Hodgins gave Elias a confused look, and looked to Angela who, was trying hard to not laugh. She mouthed to Hodgins they'd talk later as Elias shot her a glance swiping his finger over his neck.

Hodgins left the room, with more questions on his mind.

"You cannot tell him!" Elias cried out. "Angela, please. Please. I don't wanna ruin anything."

"He'll find out eventually, Elias. I've seen you staring."

"Okay! Lying! But that's later. Please, Angela. Hodgins is a good friend. I don't wanna ruin anything with him." Elias looked at her, eyes pleading with her. "If I lost my friendship with him because he didn't feel the same, or, it made him feel weird, anything like that I wouldn't know what to do."

"Alright, fine. Okay. I won't tell him. But he's gonna learn on his own sweetie. You don't hide it that well."

"I just... I can't tell him now Ange. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I need to go digitize these..." she flipped the file open quickly. "Oh! It's a bit of a tattoo. This'll be fun. Bye, bye, Elias."

"Bye." Elias inhaled deeply, and once Angela left, he yelled into his hands. He was so utterly fucked.

#tricks writing #I'm imaging as cliche as it is Hodgins stayed just in ear shot 8). Heard all of this and then When Ange left he walked off #this means NOTHING btw I swear I just wanted to write it so NO one talk me

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I think what some anons don't understand is that while I would love it to be a Diaz Buckley family show.... It is not. It is an ensemble action show filled with very powerful actors. You have people like my brother who do watch it to see a truck go over the cliff. My parents who are huge fans of the Angela and Peter. Me who love Buck and Eddie.

And my point is yes sure that like it would have been cute to have Buck and Eddie sit to together but they aren't always catering to us you know. It's not a personal slam against us. Deeper meaning to me means the constant circling of call backs to Eddie and Buck. And there are a million so I'm confident.

But I will say just one thing. Your biggest clue is the fact tha theyt torched both Eddie and Buck relationships that were seasons in the making. I may not have loved Taylor but the audience didn't totally hate. She would have been a useful side character of a GF. Some one I didn't have to see often but comes in handy. Yet.... They torched the relationship. Both are single now and the bigger question you have to ask yourself is why. Why as a writer do you do that in S6 of a show. A show that we now know had always been building Buddie foundation. Why have Eddie say in the end of 4 I made you Christopher's guardian all the way back at the well, then have a reconciliation arc with his parents you know. They always knew they were going there so why do that. Because it will all come into play again.

But again if it doesn't bring you joy don't watch. Hopefully one day you can come back and enjoy the arc.

Hey Nonnie

I can't even remember what this was in reference to as it was so long ago, but I'm guessing it was related to some of my other nonnie's being worried about Buddie going canon and the Lucy of it all. You make excellent points and I agree with what you've said, except my hatred of Taylor goes beyond not loving her( 😂) and even there you speak the truth in terms of her existence on the show - she would have been a useful side character and in a job which had the potential to provide a different perspective on things, but torching that relationship was always going to happen - as soon as they didn't make any attempt to give her story arc the redemption it needed - if they wanted to keep her she would have realised the error of her ways, apologised to Buck, Bobby (especially) and the firefam for her behaviour in S2 (and S4).

That relationship gave Buck growth - a lot of growth - we get to see him realising that he doesn't have to settle, that what he needs and wants does matter. I wish they hadn't had it go on for as long as it did, but it did give us some really important aspects of Buck and his relationship with himself, his self worth and it acted as an amazing juxtaposition with his relationship with Eddie - something we wouldn't have been able to see if they had broken them up earlier - and that in and of itself makes it important. As an aside the Buck Taylor relationship going on for as long as it did, also gave Eddie time to work on himself in a way that wouldn't have been possible if Buck had been single - its hard to put into words what I mean exactly, but it needed to be set up in such a way that Eddie 'couldn't lean on Buck' in a more intense way - Eddie wouldn't have been able to put himself into such an isolated position if Buck had been single because Eddie wouldn't have been able to try and get Buck to move on - its such an interesting thing (which I am not explaining well at all) to have the Taylor part of the equation built into the shooting and will - in a way that Ana never was - it isn't so much about the concept of a love triangle, but her presence and how that presence came about through the shooting and Bucks vulnerable emotional state (which links into all of his relationships if you look at them in context!). That is also a part of the building blocks of Buddie - it is the moving of more chess pieces because it allowed Eddie to go through his breakdown and head into S6 with more work to do, but in a far better emotional place - one he can continue to grow from and continue to unrepress himself. And now Buck has recognised what he actually wants from a relationship and that he doesn't have to settle, he's moving towards a more emotionally stable place (he still needs to go through some stuff to really and truly be in the right place but he made some big strides forward in S5 through his own sort of breakdown it was just done in a much more subtle way and isn't yet over) a place where he will be ready to be in a real and loving relationship.

Like I said - all the chess pieces are being moved with such deliberate intention since the beginning and we're only just now, getting to see and appreciate the earlier groundwork as we get ever closer to Buddie canon!

I too hope the Nonnies who are unhappy and have stepped out can come back down the line and enjoy the full arc because I really do think its being done with such love and care by the writing team (even if I don't agree with all their choices!!)

so thanks for your great message and the support of my stance on things!

#kym answers things #nonnie asks #finally getting round to my asks!#911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck #eddie

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Irongate - Beer Run?

~750 Word excerpt. Jennifer has begun figuring things out while Sayuri (not for the last time while she's having an adventure) gets a phone call from her parents.~

Sayuri’s phone rang and she quickly answered, “dad? No, I… I don’t know when I’ll be home… no I can’t pick you up any beer. I’m kind of in the middle of something…”

The content of the call didn’t interest Kaya. The fact there was a call at all meant they were out of whatever it was that stopped things working. She clambered to the front of the van where Jennifer was poring over a tablet filled with things Kaya had no chance of understanding, and a familiar green circle in the dashboard. “Hey Hull,” she said as she climbed into the seat next to Jenn.

“Miss Cade,” the computer answered, leaving her to briefly wonder whether an AI really counted as an autopilot. But she did have some bigger questions. “So, how come none of this was affected by the dampening field?”

Without looking up Jenn explained, “military components; designed to withstand an EMP.”

“How’d you get your hands on that?”

“That’s,” Jennifer bit her lip, “t-that’s not important right now.”

“All right,” Kaya spread herself across the passenger’s side, but could sense there was still a lot of tension in Jennifer. Understandably, but it begged the question; why did some come to help at all? “So I guess you couldn’t help being a hero, huh? Even though its put you in the firing line. Reminds me of all the fights you had with Angela. Remember?”

“I remember that you just watched.”

“Yeah,” Kaya lowered her head guiltily. “I don’t have an excuse. It’s just, when you’re a teenager and trying to figure yourself out, sometimes you get attracted to people who seem completely sure of themselves. Then its not until you’re older you start to realize the only reason they seem to have it all figured out is that they’re too stupid to ever think… well, can just end that sentence there to be honest.”

Jenn’s tension eased a little, but she didn’t want to think about the past. At least not that part of it. “I didn’t - I didn’t come out just to rescue you. I just… I-I need to figure all this out. I do I know where to start looking, but I need your help.”

“Guess thats fair,” Kaya said, knowing that all needed to figure it out if they were to survive. “So where are we going?”

“Stag Corp.”

“Where your dad used to work? Why there?”

“That blade you left in my house; I extracted DNA from the blood on it. It was odd.”

“No kidding. Like how, exactly?”

“Like,” Jennifer mulled over how to explain it, and for a moment her sullen face disappeared and she looked like a bright eyed child again. “Life on Earth began nearly four billion years ago. From single cells evolved fish, amphibians, reptiles, mammals - millions of generations all eventually leading to the complex organism that is you.”

“Aww - you think I’m complex?”

“Biologically speaking. The point is that every generation, every mutation, leaves its mark in your genome. Like maybe instructions to grow scales or a tail - things that are mostly junk now. But this genome was compact, like it didn’t have any junk in it at all.”

“So what does that mean?”

“Most likely that it was engineered.”

“Right,” Kaya recalled seeing a thing in the news, “Stag Corp are building that tower. They say they made a bacteria that’s going to gobble up all the pollution and greenhouse gases. Still, seems like there’s a huge gap between that and whatever the hell it was that talked to us.”

Jennifer nodded, her sullen face returning, “it is like if Charles Babbage invented the Difference Engine and Quantum Processing at the same time. But I do have another clue that Stag Corp are behind it all.”

“What’s that?”

“My father,” Jennifer held up the tablet to show her a string of ones and zeros with Jonathan Airhart spelled out under it. “He signed his work.”

Sayuri finished her phone call, centering herself again and beginning her mantras, “I am an oasis of calm…” she paused, figuring that before she became an oasis she shouldn’t be left in the dark so called to the front of the van, “hey - where are we going?”

Kaya called back, “to break into a heavily guarded research facility.”

“Oh,” she really shouldn’t have asked. “Right now?”

“Yup. Just passed a sign that says ‘Trespassers will be shot.’”

“Right,” clearly meditation and mantras weren’t going to be enough. “Don’t suppose we can stop for beer first?”

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Stuck Between a Vampire and a Werewolf | part 3

a/n: i’m on a roll with this story and i’m loving it! 😛

Things with Emmett have been going wonderful. You’ve been texting and talking more outside of class, and you could feel yourself start falling for him. Though you knew it was most likely never going to fully work out, given the circumstances of your…statuses as people.

A human and vampire would never work out.

But, things could change. Like you. Who knows what the future holds, though.

You pushed this thought out of your mind, as you two were still early in the talking stages, but you definitely can imagine having a relationship with him. Aside from all the vampire stuff, he’s still a total sweetheart and so kind to you.

“I haven’t seen you after class in a while,” Angela says as you two hop into her car to get some food.

“I know. I’m sorry about that, but I’ve uh, been spending time with Emmett,” you admit quietly. She raises her eyebrows in curiosity.

“Is that so?” She teases. Your face heats up as you buckle your seatbelt.

“He’s been much more friendly and open once we got to know each other. And he admitted that he couldn’t stop thinking about me after the project ended, but he was scared to talk to me again.”

You knew you had to lie. There was no way of explaining what you found out about him.

“Did he tell you why he’s been gone so much?”

“It’s mainly because he doesn’t want to come to class,” you lied once more.

“Does he not care about his grades or degree at all?” You shrug as she pulls out of the parking lot and in the direction of your usual cafe.

“He says he’s only in college because his parents want him to be. He honestly doesn’t really care.”

The conversation is dropped as she makes her way to the cafe.

“Bella said she should be here after class,” you let Angela know as you two take a seat.

“Oh good. I haven’t seen her in a while either. She’s seeing someone though, isn’t she?” You giggle and look down at the menu.

“She’s been dating Emmett’s brother,” you say. Angela’s eyes widened.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. He brought it up a few weeks ago. I thought it was really odd too.”

After ordering your food, Angela leans her elbows on the table and rests her head in her hands.

“So, how are things going with Emmett?” She pushes. You chuckle and look down at your lap awkwardly.

“I mean, really well. We’re growing a lot closer and more comfortable, and oh my god, he’s so incredibly sweet. Like he’ll give me flowers out of nowhere, or he’ll come over late at night after he finishes homework and just sit and talk with me.”

“It doesn’t sound like the Emmett that is usually in class, but that’s great.”

“Yeah. He says he’s still trying to get used to Forks and everything, but he feels more comfortable around me rather than everyone else who he hasn’t really spoken much to.”

“That makes sense.” Bella comes up to the table, having seen you guys when she arrived, and sits next to you.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me,” she says.

“No problem. I know you’ve also been stressed with mid-terms and all, I figured we could all use a break,” Angela replies.

“Yeah, it’s been crazy.”

Lunch continued with ease, and you were actually pretty excited to get home, since Emmett said he would be waiting for you. He was hunting all night, so he of course skipped class this morning to rest.

“I’ll see you guys later, I have to get home,” you say once you pay for everyone’s food and ask Bella to stand and let you out.

“Going to see Emmett?” Angela teases. You roll your eyes and Bella laughs.

“As a matter of fact, yes. He said he’d be waiting for me at my place after class, so he’s probably been waiting for a while.”

“Text me later about next Wednesday, okay?” Angela says.

“Will do. See you later!”

Thankfully, the cafe is within walking distance of your house, so Angela didn’t need to give you a ride; she also drove you to school today, so there was also no need to go back and get your car.

“I thought you would never show up,” Emmett calls out to you as he exits his Jeep, sensing you were close. You giggle and jump into his arms, hugging his cold body close to you.

“I got caught up at lunch. It’s been a while since the three of us have been able to just sit down and not think about school.”

“Well let's get inside, because there’s something I want to ask you.”

Your heart starts racing and you grab his hand, bringing him inside your home. Your parents were still out at work, so you take a seat on the couch, having the privacy to do so.

“What is it that you wanted to ask?” You wonder nervously. Emmett laughs lightly and keeps your hand in his, his thumb running over the back of your hand, making a chill run through your arm.

“I want you to meet my family,” he says.

“That’s not really question,” you mumble. “More of a wish.”

“Listen. I know it sounds crazy, but I really like you, and it’s also kind of an experiment to see how both you and my family can handle being around one another, if we are going to continue…whatever it is between us.” You smile, gazing down at your entwined hands.

“That makes sense,” you respond. “And…what do you think is going on between us?” Emmett grins slyly and moves just an inch closer.

“I mean, I was hoping you would be my girlfriend?” Thinking for a moment, your mind goes back to all the thoughts you’ve been having about seeing him casually. But then again, things could change, things can go well, who knows?

“I would love to be your girlfriend, Em,” you smile widely, falling into his arms.

“And to think this all started because we were paired up for a project,” he says in a sarcastic, reminiscent voice. You chuckle and smack his chest, but leave your hand there, feeling his solid body, the cold already penetrating through his layers.

“Are you ever warm?” You wonder. He shrugs, sitting back on the couch.

“I’m undead. I don’t really feel warmth or cold,” he explains.

“It’s so strange having a vampire as my boyfriend.” You lay back with him and curl up against his side. “When do I get to meet your family, then?”

“Tomorrow.” You sigh and nod after a few minutes.

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“I’m nervous, Emmett,” you complain as he puts his Jeep in park in front of his house. It is very modern looking, glass walls, minimalist from what you can already see.

“You’ll be fine, as long as you don’t bleed,” he teases. You give him a stern look. “I’m serious, though. Everything will be okay. I’ll be by your side the whole time.”

He helps you out of the car and into the house, guiding you up the set of stairs. You come into the living room, where everyone was sitting, waiting. Carlisle and Esme are the first ones up.

“(Y/N), this is Carlisle and Esme, for all intents and purposes, they are my parents, rather adoptive parents,” he introduces. You shake Carlisle’s hand as Esme pulls you into a hug.

“Over there is my sister Rosalie and my brother Edward, who I’ve told you about.” You shyly wave to the two siblings. Rosalie scours at you and you immediately notice.

“Perfect. So yet another human knows about us? Emmett, do you know how stupid you are? Along with you, Edward. You guys are putting us in danger by letting your little human girlfriends in on what’s supposed to be kept a secret,” she suddenly snaps.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone, I promise,” you say right away. Esme smiles at you and pats your shoulder.

“Babe, it’s okay,” Emmett mumbles. Your heart skips a beat at the nickname, which he’s never used before. It’s so like Emmett to use a pet name for the first time in front of his parents and siblings.

“(Y/N), I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!” Emmett’s other sister, Alice, suddenly appears, along with Jasper.

“This is my other sister and my other brother, Alice and Jasper,” he explains. Alice hugs you, just like Esme did, but Jasper stays put, staring at you.

“Uh, don’t mind him,” Emmett whispers in your ear, beginning to pull you away from the living room.

“I’m gonna show her the rest of the house,” he adds, grabbing your hand and bringing you upstairs. You take one last look at the family, Rosalie having started to argue with Carlisle and Edward, though out of earshot from you.

“That went well,” he jokes, making you giggle quietly.

Emmett walks through the halls and comes to a room with its door open. He steps inside but allows you to go in before him.

“Is this your room?” You wonder.

“No, it’s actually Edward’s,” he says sarcastically. You roll your eyes at him and look around, noticing one big thing missing.

“Is there no bed?” He chuckles and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Why? Wanting to get freaky already?” You push him away as he laughs loudly. “But no. I don’t really sleep.”

“Really?” He nods. “So what do you do twenty-four-seven then?” You wonder. He steps away from you and walks over to a tall bookshelf filled with books, movies, and CDs. He gestures to it.

“Wow,” you are in awe of the amount of items that are fit into the bookshelf, all the way to the top of the ceiling.

“I try to buy a lot of movies, when possible. I want to see at least every movie made that is available on DVD. I got eternity to do so, though.” You laugh lightly and run your fingers along the spines of the books.

“I could be here all day looking through these.” Emmett stares down at you, a small smile slowly appearing on his lips.

“Who's stopping you?” He whispers, moving forward to stand beside you. His lips trail along your hair before landing on your forehead, his eyes falling closed as he dreams about your future together.

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 38

Sorry for the delay. Real life gets out of hand. But here it is! The antepenultimate chapter.

Shout out to @asongeverlasting for beta reading for me and making sure I actually got this out.

Check her writing out on AO3 as Ramblingwren

(Master post)

(Read the fic in a more condensed on Ao3)

(The latest chapter will be up on there once this reaches over 500 notes on tumblr)

Hope you all enjoy

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“I shouldn’t have let her go out there.”

Fu watched the school nurse, Angela, fret as she paced back and forth.

“I understand your concern, but I believe that it will all be alright. Ladybug and Chat Noir haven’t failed in handling an akuma yet,” he explained. “The girl will be okay.”

The nurse stopped pacing.

“I appreciate your optimism but… I am really not used to this,” She said as she gestured to the air.

Fu blinked at the statement.

“Oh?”

“This! This whole thing! Super villains that appear whenever someone gets sad, teenagers with superpowers! This is all new to me! I just moved to Paris a month ago from the countryside. All I wanted was to further my education and get work in the medical field. It… It boggles my mind that everyone in this city is so okay with all of this! Even my new boyfriend Curtis is able to shrug off an akuma attack like a sudden drizzle. This isn’t normal!”

The guardian could tell the young woman was distressed, and he couldn’t blame her. In a way, he envied her. This was all foreign for her, but to him, this was his entire life.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blow up like that. I've had a lot to deal with, and this whole situation is just so…”

Fu moved to her and helped her sit down.

“It’s alright, this is by no means a good situation. Your concerns are very understandable. I can tell that deep down that your frustration and fear come from compassion and empathy. You will make a wonderful doctor one day.”

She took a deep breath.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much I really needed to hear that today.”

“How about I teach you a medication technique that will help you calm down?”

“Meditation? I'm not really one for that kind of stuff.”

“If one wants to be a doctor, being able to calm down and handle an emergency situation is a must.”

The school nurse agreed that he had a good point, and that this may help get her mind off of things.

“Okay, I guess I'll give it a shot.”

Fu smiled.

“Good. Let us start simple. Close your eyes and put your hands together.”

Angela felt the action was a bit odd but complied.

“Now, take a deep breath. Count to 5 in your head and then breathe out.”

She took her breath and followed the order.

“Whenever you feel a thought come to your head, simply picture yourself putting it out of your mind and into a bucket.”

She tried her best to comply.

As she did this, Fu moved behind her and quickly pinched a nerve on her neck, causing the young woman to seize up for a moment before losing consciousness.

“That will help her relax.”

He carefully moved her to the cot and laid a sheet over her like a blanket.

Once it was clear that she was asleep, a turtle kwami flew out of hiding.

“So, what do we do now, Master?”

Fu took a moment to consider.

His plan was already in motion. Ladybug and Chat Noir had plenty of allies to help fight the akuma. All that needed to be done was to sit down and wait.

But as he thought about it more, he couldn’t help but think that he should go in personally. It was what he'd initially planned to do with akuma, after all. Listening to this young woman’s fears made him really see how his inaction has led to such fear and uncertainty.

For once, it was time for him to go on the offensive.

“Now we head out and find this akuma.”

“Master, you already sent out three miraculous. Let the other heroes handle this,” Wayzz insisted.

“The people of Paris should not have to become used to this. I have been far too lax with this situation. Right now, Ladybug and Chat Noir are facing their most dangerous akuma yet. For decades I have always remained passive in order to avoid making another mistake, but I have already made so many with my inaction. It's time I stop letting my actions be dictated by fear.”

“But Master, you can’t transform! Your body is too old to handle it!”

“Fear not, Wayzz. I have been exercising and restoring my vitality with the techniques of the guardians. By my estimation, I should be able to maintain the transformation without too much issue for 10 minutes,” Fu assured.

“That is not a lot of time, Master!” Wayzz pointed out.

“True, but it is better than nothing. We will head out and wait for the moment we need it. Be ready, Wayzz.”

The old guardian started heading to the door.

“But Master, what if you get captured? What if the akuma does succeed and you are unable to step in?”

Fu paused at the door.

“I know you are concerned for me. I appreciate your care. But I need to go out there. I have lived a long life, Wayzz, far longer than most humans. One day I may not be here to be the guardian.”

Wayzz felt a pang of sorrow hearing his Master talk about how he would no longer be around.

“But that’s okay. I know that when that time comes… I have two young heroes that will be ready to stand up and fight. The best thing an old man like me can do is pave the road for them.” The guardian said with certainty. He went to open the door.

“Fu…”

The old man stopped. Turning around, he saw the turtle kwami he had known for most of his life smile at him.

“I know you think of yourself as a failure of a guardian… but Su Han and the others were wrong. You are a great one. You are the most caring guardian that has ever held the title. And I will be by your side to the end.”

The old man felt his eyes well up at the sweet comment.

“Then let’s go, Partner.”

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The dragon heroine grabbed the confused snake hero and moved him to the closest room before closing the door.

“Okay we should be safe here,” she said as she looked over to her comrade. It was clear that Viperion was still very confused. It did not help that both his and her miraculous were beeping. They didn't have much time.

“Thanks… ummm,” Viperion started as he tried to rack his brain for a name. Part of him felt like he should know her. But his mind is blank.

“Ryuuko. You can call me Ryuuko. And you are Viperion.”

“Okay… weird name for me, but I guess it works.”

Ryuuko realized that the bubble Viperion had been put in wasn’t just to keep him frozen in place. One of the side effects must have been leaving him without any memory of who he was. Had her partner been aware of that risk when he took the bubble for her? She couldn’t know for sure. But right now, she needed to focus on the task at hand. Shehad to take charge since her partner was out of sorts.

“Okay, 'll try to explain this as quickly as possible.”

“Your real name is Luka. But when you are in your hero form, you go by Viperion.”

“Hero form...”

He looked down.

“Well, that does explain the costumes. I thought it was some sort of weird costume party.”

Ryuuko decided to ignore that.

“Okay, so I'm a hero. And you're one too?”

“Yes. We are both heroes picked by Ladybug to help her fight villains. Right now, we're fighting a bunch of them, and you got your memory wiped by one of their attacks. That’s why you are confused. Any questions?”

The boy took a moment to look himself over and then look at her. This was a lot of information to take in. Ryuuko was half expecting him to call her crazy. Which, given how bizarre the circumstances were, she wouldn’t blame him.

“Okay, I think if it was anyone else telling me this, I would have called it a load of bull. But… I don’t know why but I feel like I can trust you. You sound sincere,” Viperion responded.

“Okay great, now let's…”

“I still have a few questions.”

Ryuuko sighs.

“Look, we really don’t have much time. We need to hurry and get out there to help…”

And just before she finished the statement, both of their transformations wore off. Revealing their civilian forms.

“Oh no.” Kagami muttered in horror.

“What happened? Where am I… What am I?” The snake kwami questioned as he looked at himself.

“It appears that Sass was also impacted by the amnesia.” The dragon kwami that popped out of her necklace commented.

Luka stared wide eyed at the creature.

“Are you a snake?”

“A snake? I suppose?”

“A snake with limbs? That is very rock and roll.”

The two fistbumped. Thankfully they seemed to get along.

Longg looked at them.

“This is quite a predicament.”

“We need to hurry back in. Longg! Bring the….”

“Hold on a moment. Both Sass and I will not be able to do that yet.”

Kagami stopped.

“How come?”

“We need to refuel. The energy of transforming AND using our unique powers drains a lot out of us. We need some food to continue.”

“Food… Okay.”

The snake Kwami grabbed his stomach.

“I find myself rather famished,” he commented.

Luka looked at him.

“Let me see if I can help you out.”

The teen took off the backpack he was wearing to go through it. Thankfully there was a bag lunch in there. For some reason he felt that was important. But decided that if it could help the little guy out, he was sure it wouldn’t be a big deal.

He opened the bag lunch and pulled out a bag of apple slices. Opening it to grab a piece.

“I know snakes usually are carnivores, but how about some fruit?”

“Ooo! It smells divine!”

Luka handed the floating kwami a piece of the apple.

He takes a bite.

“Oh! It's delicious! Juicy and sweet!”

The snake quickly devours the apple piece.

As that happens, Kagami looked through her bag.

“I don’t have fruit but I do have some onigiri. It was my afternoon snack… but since this is a dire situation.”

“Rice? Yes please!” Longg exclaimed as he dive bombed right into the delicious rice ball.

“It’s Umeboshi, it’s not to everyone’s taste but It is one of my favorites.”

“It’s the most delicious thing I have ever eaten. The sour plum really brings a new dimension of flavor.”

Kagami smiled a bit at her kwami companion, happy that she could help.

The two Kwami finished their food and were ready for action.

“Okay, Sass. You need to help Luka transform.”

“Sass? Is that my name?” the snake inquired.

“So, he helps me transform into Viperman?”

“Viperion, and yes,” Kagami responded.

“All you need to do is say. Sass, Scales Slither. And to activate your special power just pull your bracelet back and say second chance. Then pull it back when you want to use it. But be sure not to use it right away,” Longg instructed.

“Okay seems easy enough. Are you okay with this?” Luka asked as he turned his attention to his snake pal.

“The floating horn snake seems fine with it so I say let’s give it a try”

Longg decided for the sake of his friendship with Sass to ignore the comment.

“Alright! Let's do this!” Kagami exclaimed as she prepared to transform.

“One last question.”

Kagami was starting to get antsy. She wanted to be back out there fighting. But she held back her annoyance, considering how he sacrificed his memories for her.

“Make it quick, we need to hurry.”

Luka scratches the back of his head.

“Are we a couple?”

If Kagami was drinking water she would have done a massive spit take. Her cheeks turned red.

“What?!”

“You know… together? You seem to know a lot about me, and I just feel this connection... like I can trust you even though I don’t remember anything. I don’t know how or why, but I feel like you matter to me.”

Kagami’s eyes went wide at the comment. It felt surprisingly bold of the musician to say. She had to admit that the statement made her heart skip a beat.

“No, we had just recently become friends.” Kagami responded.

“Oh…” Luka was saddened by the response.

“But, I have thought about the possibility it could be more than that one day," Kagami continued. "But that is something to discuss when you have your memory back. Maybe.”

The fencer felt her mind scream at her.

‘WHY DID YOU SAY THAT! Well, at least he won't remember.’

Luka smiled at that.

“Well, that must mean I must be a good guy, if I could have such a great friend like you.”

The teen prepared himself.

“Alright then! Sass! Scales Slither.”

The musician shifted into his hero form.

“Let’s go save the day.”

Kagami looked at her hero partner and smiled.

“Longg, Bring the storm.

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“Well, that might be a problem.”

Chat Noir and Ladybug looked to see a stone giant guarding the front door of the classroom. The two had hidden just out of the goliath’s view.

“Any ideas on how to take down Mount Akuma?” Chat Noir questioned.

Ladybug looked at the giant from their hiding spot and began formulating a plan.

“Stoneheart grows bigger when he gets mad. These akuma aren’t really able to express their emotions. That means we don’t need to worry about him getting bigger. We just need to find a way to incapacitate him.”

“We could ask Mayura,” Chat Noir pointed out.

“We could ask… wait WHA…”

Chat Noir covered his partner’s mouth and ducked down.

“Shhhh! She’s right there,” Chat Noir hushed.

Ladybug removed the cat’s hand from her mouth and looked from the spot to see that her partner was right. Mayura was in the building!

“She actually showed up?” Oh, this is a lot more serious than we thought. Hawkmoth is really playing it serious with this one.”

“To the butterfly man’s credit, he really has been throwing out some tough ones.”

“I will not give our worst villain credit for anything except this headache,” Ladybug retorted with annoyance.

“So, what do we do? Mayura is in the building and she is talking with the giant.”

Ladybug felt like the situation couldn’t get worse.

“Not so fast, Feather Freak!”

Ladybug recognized that voice.

“Chloé?”

Chat Noir and Ladybug glanced to see a familiar blonde strutting down the hallway. But their expressions of shock shifted to bewilderment when they noticed what she was wearing.

“So are you and that purple fashion blunder here? Or is it just you? I am guessing it's just you. Your boss doesn’t really like to show his face unless he thinks he is sure to win. No wonder Ladybug always kicks his…” The bee themed heroine confidently quipped.

“Queen Bee. Now that is a surprise. I thought Ladybug was done giving you a miraculous.” The peacock villainess commented. She had no interest in dealing with the bee heroine at this time.

“Well, you would be surprised by a lot of things. So how about we settle this. My fist really misses your face.”

Mayura rolled her eyes.

“Fortunately for you, I don’t have the time to deal with you. Stoneheart, I am sure Masquerade would love for you to take care of this pesky bee.”

“Oh don’t think you can walk away! You and that purple cockroach are the same. Both cowards that can’t even face children.” She jeered as she walked forward.

The stone giant moved forward, allowing Mayura to walk to the door and enter.

“Too scared to face me! Typical. I'll beat your pet rock as a warm up and then your butt will meet my foot!” Queen Bee exclaimed with confidence. “Because I am a real heroine!”

Queen Bee got into a stance and prepared to trade blows with the colossus of rock.

Chat Noir looked to Ladybug.

“Did you give her a miraculous?” He whispered in surprise.

“I don’t have any additional miraculous. I thought she had been captured with the rest of the class.”

“Wait… if it wasn’t you… you don’t think…”

“Either Master Fu is in the building and saw how dire the situation was or Chloé snuck away and had a Queen Bee costume stowed away in her locker.”

The two look at each other and immediately come to the same conclusion.

“We need to save her before she gets crushed!”

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Mayura walked into the classroom.

She managed to keep a straight face, but internally she had a lot going through her mind.

What was once a standard classroom now looked like an elaborate throne room. The amazing curtains, the high ceilings. The steps leading up to an elaborate throne. The portraits of Masquerade really brought together the utter decadence and vanity of the akuma persona. It reminds Mayura of Gabriel’s obsession with Emilie in the worst way possible.

Despite finding the décor off-putting, she had to admit it was impressive how Masquerade had been able to change the room into something completely unrecognizable. A testament to her vanity.

She took a moment to see what akuma servants she still had in the room. The Gamer, Reflekta with around 12 copies, Princess Fragrance, Robostus, Zombizou and Horificator. While the white masks obscured their expressions, it was clear that all of them were watching her. It greatly unnerved her.

She kept these thoughts to herself as the masked akuma that was running the school took notice of her.

“Mayura. I've been expecting you.”

Mayura looked up to see Masquerade sitting on the throne.

“Please, come in.”

She approached confidently. Though in the back of her mind something seemed off.

Masquerade stood up from the throne and walked down the steps, a smile of certainty on her face.

“Masquerade. Your Sentimonster gave me the basics of your plan. Securing the school as your base of operations was a good first step. Your plan of creating a video to lower the spirits of those in Paris was also a nice touch,” Mayura praised.

“But of course! My plan is flawless,” Masquerade boasted. “Not even Ladybug and Chat Noir will be able to stop me.”

“Getting ahead of yourself aren’t you?” Mayura cut her ego trip.

Masquerade’s mood soured as her smile faltered.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You have yet to face the two heroes. Not to mention there's a pesky bee flying around.”

“A bee?” Masquerade was very confused by the comment.

“Yes, Chloé Bourgeois, or Queen Bee, to be precise. Seems that Ladybug and Chat Noir went and got back up."

“It doesn’t matter if they have one additional hero or three. This plan won't fail.”

‘Something isn’t right here. I need to leave now!’ Mayura’s mind screamed.

She wasn’t sure why, but something felt incredibly off.

“Speaking of heroes, your plan never really specified how you will deal with them. Care to elaborate?”

Masquerade’s smile grew more sinister.

“I am glad you asked. After Simularé relayed to me that you were here. I finally figured out the perfect way of dealing with those arrogant heroes,” the masked woman stated with certainty, moving forward.

She now stood only a few feet from the peacock villainess.

“Wait a moment, something is wrong here,” Mayura commented as she tried to focus. She couldn’t ignore the warnings in her head.

“What do you mean?” The mask akuma looked with confusion at the blue villainess.

Mayura looked around. Frantically trying to find something but it was fruitless. This distress caused Masquerade to smile.

“I can't sense it,” Mayura spoke with slight worry.

“Sense what?” Masquerade inquired further.

“Where is your amok? It should be on your person but I can't sense it.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Yes. If you don’t have the amok in your possession then that sentimonster will go out of control!” Mayura explained.

“Can’t you just rip the amok out?”

“If it's nearby and I sense it, yes. But I can’t do that if it’s out of my range.”

“So you’re saying you have no power over me right now.” A devilish grin appeared on Masquerade’s face.

“No, I am saying I don’t have any power over the senti…”

Mayura felt a chill as she realized that the masquerade in front of her was not an akumatized Lila.

“Horrificator, block the door,” the Faux Masquerade commanded.

The pink and purple monster quickly moved to block the door with her large form.

The controlled akuma started circling around her as Simularé undid the illusion and morphed into its true specter form, Simularé.

“You ungrateful little monster. You think your master will be okay with you attacking one of the ones that gave her power?”

“My master doesn’t care about you or Hawkmoth. You are a means to an end. And she gave me special permission to take your miraculous from you.”

“Well if your master isn’t here, then no one is jamming the signal. I can contact Hawkmoth and put this little coup to an end.”

Simularé shifted into Lady Wifi.

“I have access to every power my master does. You are trapped with no options.” The sentimonster mocked.

Mayura looked around as she was circled by the controlled akuma. She needed to get out of there.

She felt a pain rush to her head.

‘F*** not now’ She mentally cursed.

The odds were indeed not in her favor.

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Stoneheart began charging at the bee themed heroine, and just as Queen Bee was about to move, a yo-yo wrapped around her waist and pulled her away from the monster.

The stone giant had expected his charge to make contact but forced himself to stop when he noticed the bee was gone.

“Sorry tiny, but I’m your playmate now,” called a cat-themed hero.

The mindless akuma didn’t visibly react to the change in foe and simply charged at the cat hero.

Queen Bee found herself near Ladybug.

“Chloé! What are you doing?!”

“Uh… Saving the day? I got the jewelry box that you sent out because you needed my help.”

“Jewelry box… wait a minute that means. You are wearing a miraculous.”

“Yep! Don’t worry LB, I will show you that I am worthy of being Queen Bee. And not to boast, but I totally saved someone. But right now, we gotta go beat that ugly pile of rubble.”

Ladybug looked at Chloé for a moment. With the situation as hectic as it was, Queen Bee has shown some competence when there is real danger. Ladybug knew that right now, all hands that could help would be appreciated, and Queen Bee’s appearance could mean that Fu may be closer than she expected. So maybe there were more reinforcements. So if this was the case. She would trust Fu’s judgement.

“Alright, just be ready to return the bee after all of this is over.”

“Right, right, but just know I will probably change your mind about that after this is over!” the bee exclaimed confidently as she jumped back into the fray.

Ladybug shook her head. Whether she was Queen Bee or Chloé, she was still a handful.

“Are you finished gossiping? Because I could REALLY use a hand!” Chat Noir shouted as he held his staff up to hold back the rock monster’s boulder of a fist.

Queen Bee and Ladybug jumped into view and noticed the situation.

“Don’t worry you stray cat, The Queen Bee will put that rock in his place. Ve…”

Ladybug covered Queen Bee’s mouth before she could.

“Hold it. We might need your power for later.”

“I think it would be useful now!” Chat Noir shouted as he struggled to hold the weight of the giant’s rocky hand.

“Okay if my powers are a no no right now, what is the plan?”

Ladybug looked around. She found her attention drawn to a fire extinguisher, Queen Bee, a rubber band, and a discarded backpack.

“Okay, I have a plan.”

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Gabriel had made a decision.

He hurried out of the lair in his civilian form. He was going to head to the school. Now he would just need to get his chauffeur and go…

Gabriel’s eyes went wide as he saw his son’s bodyguard and chauffeur fall to the floor at the steps of the main entrance, a white mask adorning his face that he was desperately trying to get off.

“What is the meaning of this?” Gabriel asked aloud in shock and anger.

He looked to see the mask akuma he created standing at the door.

“Well, if it isn’t Gabriel Agreste. Fashion mogul, and master manipulator.”

Gabriel’s visible anger faded as he stared at the akuma.

“Lila, is that you?”

“Oh quite astute! An amazing deduction. Was it that observational skill that made you the fashion success you are now?” the akumatized Lila inquired. “Though I go by Masquerade now.”

Gabriel knew very well the girl’s powers. He was the one that gave it to her. She was trying to antagonize him, get him angry. But that would not work.

“Well Masquerade, what brings you to my home at this time?” Gabriel asked calmly. Doing his best to keep his tone and mannerisms calm.

“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood, finding more people to join my little army and I notice my charm glowing as I was getting near.”

Gabriel’s eyes went wide as he realized something. The charm bracelet was configured to locate anyone that has ever been akumatized. That included him. His ploy to ward suspicion off of himself was now biting him in the butt. And of course, Lila was likely holding a grudge with how he pushed her with his words about his son and his classmate.

“My bodyguard was akumatized. What of it?”

The silent action figure enthusiast stopped resisting and his body began growing. Gabriel noticed the man was transforming into the gorilla akuma. Gorizilla! And he rushed up the steps as the akuma moved and pounded his chest.

“Gorizilla, go gather up anyone who has been akumatized that you know of. I will handle Mr. Agreste myself.”

The giant akuma nodded at its master and headed off, leaving the agreste mansion with a giant hole that was once the front of the mansion.

“Handle me? And what do you plan to do?”

Masquerade’s necklace began to glow.

“Oh! Well that is very interesting,” Masquerade mused aloud as she learned from the glowing charm.

“What do you mean, interesting?” Gabriel asked. He knew that the charm had the bonus effect of pointing out the emotional weak points of those that had been akumatized. But he had PRETENDED to be angry and wasn’t actually emotional when the akuma took over. Did the charm still impact him the same way it did everyone else?

Masquerade started walking up the steps.

“You blame yourself for your wife’s passing.”

The statement was a blade pointed right at his throat. But Gabriel refused to react. He would not let himself be taken advantage of by his own akuma. He has been on the receiving end one too many times and he would be damned if he let that psychopath have control of him.

Masquerade saw that Gabriel was not reacting to the statement.

“I have never seen a man more miserable and pathetic,” Masquerade said. Her words sounded genuine and cutting.

Gabriel tried to turn around and walk away. But Masquerade jumped high with her superhuman agility and landed right in front of him, continuing her tearing down of his emotional state.

“All of this wealth and yet you are obsessed with what you don’t have. You are so blinded by the grief of losing your wife that everything else in your life may as well not exist. You locked yourself away, desperately trying to find something, anything that would bring her back. But now you are finding that color is starting to return in your life. You feel guilt over hiding the truth from your son, you loathe the attraction that you have been developing for another woman. You hate that you can’t dedicate every second to your lost wife and any speck of joy you feel without her here feels like treason since she is not here with you. You are a man so blind with his obsession that you fail to see the world doesn’t revolve around you. It's disgusting.”

“You know nothing of my life,” Gabriel dismissed.

But Masquerade knew he would say that. She only smiled. The truth was right in front of her. And she was ready to bring it home.

“You are actually terrified of facing her again.”

That shook Gabriel.

“What?”

“You are afraid of seeing her again. Whether it’s a year or 10 years, you feel that even if you could bring her back, she would be here and realize how much of a shell you had become without her. You are afraid that your obsession with her will be the very thing that drives her away once you see her again.”

“That isn’t true.”

“Then why haven’t you brought her back yet? Don’t you love her?”

Gabriel felt like his heart was being repeatedly punched.

“How dare you question my love for my wife!”

“Then why isn’t she here? If you loved her she wouldn’t have been taken from you and Adrien. But you were far too pathetic to do it. You failed her, and you are still failing her. You will never be with her again, and deep down. You know it to be true,” Masquerade answered coldly.

Those words were enough to get him down. That is what finally did him in.

Gabriel fell to his knees.

“No…”

Gabriel had broken. Masquerade knew she had him.

He was emotionally devastated, to the point where couldn’t even react to the mask coming his way.

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Well now things are now hitting their highest points of drama!

Will Ladybug and other heroes be able to stand up to Masquerade?

Will Mayura fall to Simularé's double cross?

Will I EVER update in time?

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hi again! when you're ready, could you write yet another Jasper fic where the reader is really really short and she kinda feels out of place with the cullens. and maybe she jumbles up her thoughts to keep edward from reading them, and she tries to distance herself from Jasper so he doesn't feel how she feels.

Short Stuff

A/N: Got a bit carried away whilst filling out the story, but I hope you like it @honiebee!

Also, GIF not my own, credit to the owner.

Also also, I am on a roll!

You spotted him immediately, as soon as you came into the cafeteria, following Eric and Angela as they tried to give you a tour of the school.

“This is the cafeteria.” Eric waves his arm around the room with a flourish, and your eyes follow his gesture till you stop, drawn to the table at the far end.

His amber eyes pierced through your own, locked on each other until you walked into Tyler Crowley and landed on the floor.

“Sorry short stuff, didn’t see you there.” Tyler muttered as he offered you a hand to help you up. This was your life. Constantly going unnoticed and unseen because of your height. Your mind jumps back to the amber eyes from across the room, and once you’ve righted yourself and reassured Tyler that you’re fine, you look back to the table to find him gone. Somehow, you felt seen.

You didn’t see him for a few days after that. Your new friends told you that the Cullens did that a lot when the weather was nice. You found out what you could about them without people being suspicious, it helped that you were new, people seemed keen to get to know the “new girl”, and once you had found out enough, you retreated back into yourself and your life returned to usual. Unnoticed and unseen as your friends chatted amongst each other.

Until Jasper returned.

Standing at your locker humming to yourself, you grab your textbooks for your first couple of classes. You jump in shock when you close your locker to find Jasper standing next to you.

“Sorry little darlin’, I didn’t mean to make you jump.” He says softly, his accent taking you by surprise.

“I wanted to introduce myself...welcome you to the school.” He continues hesitantly, his eyes narrowing as he watches your expression. “I’m Jasper...Jasper Hale.” He holds out an open hand to you, which you go to shake, assuming that’s what he means, squeaking in shock as his cold hand pulls yours to his mouth where he presses a soft kiss to your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Y/N.” You reply quietly, looking up at him in wonder as he lets go of your hand.

“Bad circulation.” He explains, watching you touch the spot where he held your hand, the cold lingering on your skin. You look up at him again, your eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Well...I better be off to class. See you around Y/N.” He shoots you a quick wave and a wink as he heads down the corridor, leaving you standing in shock at the bizarre interaction.

A month later, your friendship was progressing nicely. You still sit with your friends at lunch, understanding from Jessica that no one other than the Cullens has ever sat at their table. So when Jasper is waiting for you at your locker that morning to ask you a question, you aren’t quite prepared to answer.

“Howdy darlin’, how are you on this beautiful day?” He asks as he moves to the side to let you open your locker.

You raise an eyebrow at him, glancing out the window at the rain hammering down on the parking lot outside.

“I’m fine thank you...although I’m not sure I agree with you about the weather.”

He laughs quickly before his face changes. “I have a question for you.”

You hum in reply as you gather up your books.

“I want to know if you will join me for lunch.”

You drop your books as you attempt to put them in your bag, spluttering as you try to think of a reply.

“Erm...uh...erm...with your family?”

“Yeah...so I’ll see you later darlin’?” He asks, turning away down the corridor to English when you nod ‘yes’ in reply.

After that lunch you joined them for lunch at their table every day. You noticed that they didn’t eat much, so you started bringing less food to school with you so you didn’t look like you didn’t belong. You wanted to belong. Sitting with Jasper was the only time you didn’t feel unnoticed. He watched you carefully whenever you spoke, taking in every word like you were something or someone to be admired. He understood you, understood how you felt somehow, and you had never felt more seen in your life.

When the time came for Jasper to tell you the truth, to explain to you fully who he was, what he was, and what you truly meant to each other, you understood. Everything made sense. The comfort you found in his company, how he understood all along how you felt. But you still felt out of place when it came to his family.

“Will you come to the house for dinner?” Jasper asked as you held hands across the cafeteria table, his thumb stroking along your knuckles. You froze. You knew that your mind would be filled with anxious thoughts and that both Jasper and Edward would realise how you felt. “Carlisle and Esme are both desperate to meet you.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Of course!” You reply cheerily, quickly trying to think of something different. Stopping your mind from anxiously thinking of how you weren’t worth it, that Esme and Carlisle, who you had heard so much about, would hate you. Think that you weren’t good enough to be with Jasper. Why wouldn’t they? It’s a thought you’d had time and time again since meeting Jasper. Why would he want to be friends with you? Why would he want to love you?

“I can’t wait to meet them!” You plaster a fake smile to your face, filling your mind with happy smiling faces, puppies, kittens, people in love.

Edward looks over at you and frowns as he tries to understand your mind. Jasper squeezes your hand, to soothe your anxiety. You had to change the topic, change the conversation to something else.

“Did you hear about a new girl starting?” You ask the table. “I hear she’s the sheriff��s daughter.”

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