#to everyone who stood around and watched in awe then got bored and left when BOTH of the first two lifts didn't work because you've

[crengarrion]

the ramp for the lift was shrimply stuck this way <3 this was the bus the first bus driver had to call for me because the first bus's door wouldn't disengage the locks; i had to board a third bus instead. but we just love the MTA (:

all three bus drivers have been nothing but lovely. as usual this is a corporate problem, not a blue collar worker problem. ensuring the wheelchair lifts are fully operational should be a mandatory part of the daily examination each bus undergoes prior to departing the terminal to begin its routes.

even if you and none of your loved ones use mobility aids: call your local transit company, especially if they are the MTA, and find out if they test wheelchair lifts on every single vehicle every single day. if they don't, lodge a complaint.

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ ushijima as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, growing up together, lmk if i miss anything

⟡ a/n: hi. sorry. im sick again. and writer block. i tried. im very bad at shiratorizawa.

⟡ best friend series: semi, tendou || masterlist

best friend ushijima who you met in kindergarten when you fell off the swing set seat a few swings away from his own.

best friend ushijima who you immediately became best friends with after he got off of his own swing to help you up. he gave you his spare cookie.

best friend ushijima who you quickly became attached to causing everyone around the two of you to notice the dynamic of him being quiet and preserved and you being slightly loud and obnoxious.

best friend ushijima who took an interest in volleyball at a young age and who you watched in awe at his natural talent.

best friend ushijima who the first time you saw cry was because he was being made fun of at volleyball camp for being left handed.

best friend ushijima who you stood up for by throwing a volleyball at any bully (you didn't even play volleyball at the camp you just decided to go with him one day to avenge him)

best friend ushijima who signed you up for volleyball manager in middle school without asking you first because he thinks of you as his "guardian angel". you didnt protest you just found it as a way to spend time with your best friend and to not be bored.

best friend ushijima who ran into oikawa at a game in middle school and was in immediate awe at his hard work so when he went up to talk to oikawa to ask if he wanted to preactice together one day he was shocked to get an immediate no.

best friend ushijima who was still stunned by the time you walked over to him and oikawa so you dragged him away before waving bye to oikawa. oikawa became a reoccurring character in your lives but we won't get into it.

best friend ushijima who met tendou and immediately invited the both of you to his house to meet. you two hit it off.

best friend ushijima who again signed you up for volleyball manager without asking in high school but it was expected.

best friend ushijima who you visit at his dorm in school everyday along with tendou to mess with him.

best friend ushijima who made time his daily runs to make sure he's staying consistent.

best friend ushijima who in your second year of high school asked you how you felt about him becuase he had a suspicion that you had a crush on him. you did.

best friend ushijima who said he also had a crush on you but decided that you both needed to focus on your own goals first before becoming official and you agreed.

best friend ushijima who you still weren't official with but who would still buy you little gifts to reassure you that he still liked you.

best friend ushijima who in your third year of high school worked harder than ever on volleyball (until he got to the big leagues ofc) because he wanted to make a name for himself.

best friend ushijima who immediately went to you crying after he lost nationals. this was the second time you've seen him cry in all the years of knowing him.

best friend ushijima who after graduation invited you to move in with him while he furthers his volleyball career and while you further whatever your career is so you can still make time to see each other.

best friend ushijima who finally asks you out properly by leaving bouquets of your favorite flowers all over the apartment leading to your room where he was standing in a suit holding out a necklace with his name on it. "i've made you wait long enough, please do me the honor of being mine" "wakatoshi, you make it sound like you're proposing to me" "do you want me to? i can go get a ring" "no it's okay! of course i'll be yours" best friend ushijima who is now boyfriend ushijima who actually proposes to you after a month because when you know you know. it was even more extravagant than when he asked you out.

[naomiswonderland]

Désolé

A week had passed since Michéle’s brother had punched the boy who had played a joke on her. Of course she felt anger and embarrassment when water soaked up her entire school clothes but now that her brother was on the brim of getting expelled and her classmate had possibly lost an eye, she only felt utter guilt.

Her mind was clouded with all the possible outcomes that could come with her brother getting expelled. Would she even be able to keep staying at her new school? Would her parents also blame her? My god, Jean-Pierre will hate me forever! She thought when suddenly an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“Morning!” Simones smile was brighter than ever that it could even make her feel a little better. “Morning Simone” Michéle replied but her voice came out different than she expected. “Oh my, are you still thinking about that dumb boy? It’s been a week, everyone’s already forgotten all about him.” She reassured her friend although it didn’t help much. “I’m not really concerned about him but more about my brother.” Michéle dragged her feet to school which she dreaded more than ever, her teachers and classmates all assume that she’s stuck up and gets a free pass because of her uncle now. Way to start off the new school year.

Can this get any worse? She thought to herself. “Don’t worry. I’ll always be by your side.” Michéle smiled, at least one person was making her feel less awful. As soon as the two friends entered through the school gate it was chatter all over the place. Yet the real talk of the school would enter minutes after. There he was, Joseph Descamps with an eye patch covering his left eye. It was dead quiet while he walked towards his friends, not missing a single glance at Michéle. She felt intimidated and scared although she was convinced he wouldn’t try doing something to her again because of her brother.

For a week she had been trying to reassure herself that he had it coming and that it wasn’t really her fault in the first place. She pressed her lips together tightly, her brows furrowing as she glanced at her friend once more, a similar expression on her face as well. Arm in arm they walked to class silently even though Simone tried to change the topic from time to time it was no use.

Time had passed and Michéle was sat in Latin for her second period. For the whole day she had been glancing at Joseph from time to time, even though he pretended not to notice he shared her glances a few times which left Michéle embarrassed and scribbling on paper, pretending to do something. “I’m so not ready for pe in third period. My bruise is so big! You cannot imagine how embarrassing it’s gonna be if people notice.” Simone whispered. “I don’t think it matters that much. That’s noting compared to Jospeh’s eye.” Although Michéle hadn’t intended for her reply to sound funny , Simone who felt absolutely no remorse let out a small cackle which caught the attention of the teacher.

“Is something funny?” Mr Douillard asked with an irritated tone which left the girl’s shaking their heads profusely. “You can stand outside if my lesson is boring you two!” He demanded and pointed at the door. Good, got in trouble once again. Michéle shut her eyes tightly as she and Simone left the classroom to stand out front. “He really needs to tone it down a bit. So dramatic!” Simone exclaimed in a louder tone than necessary which made Michéle alarm her to keep her voice down. “We have thin walls here, he can still hear us!”

Not a second later the door opened and left Simone and Michéle wide eyed. Had he really heard them?! A tall figure with his hands in his pocket appeared in front of them. It was Joseph. His eyes landed on the red haired girl as he stood there for a few seconds, watching her play with her fingers. Michéle averted her gaze as he walked past them, his shoulder intentionally bumping into Michéles smaller frame. “Watch it!” Simone yelled in an angry tone. “Who does he think he is?!” But Michéle knew that he was angry and was probably going to let his anger out on her…

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It was during break in which Michéle noticed her brother looking nervous and sweating profusely. Yes, today was his disciplinary hearing. “Are you even listening?“ Simone asked. “Huh? What?” Michéle looked at her friend that was sitting across from her. “No, sorry what were you saying?” “Ugh, I was talking about the new movie that just came out!” Simone’s voice faded into the background as she scanned the whole school yard but her brother was nowhere to be found. Then she saw Joseph walking to the bathroom, even though it seemed normal something was odd about the way he walked nervously looking around. As soon as their eyes met she knew something was wrong. Before she could do anything the school bell rang. “Simone you can go first, I’ll be running a little late, okay?“ “What? Why?” “Just go.” She said and ran to the boys bathroom as the yard was getting emptied.

Her hand reached for the doorknob when the door suddenly opened with a mischievous laughing Joseph. His smile disappeared once he saw Michéle standing in front of him. “The hell do you want?” His gaze was filled with anger and disgust. Gosh, he really hated her. “Oh, did you wanna go in for a quickie?“ he smirked but was met only with Michéles confused face. “Is my brother in there?” She ignored his weird statement and tried to look past his shoulder before the door closed. The only thing she could see was a broom locking a door and few faint yells. Panic set on Michéles face as she put the pieces together. “Did you lock my brother in the toilet stall?!” She yelled and tried to push past him.

“Oh no, leave my brother alone!” He mocked her voice as he blocked her way into the boys bathroom. “Stop it! Both of you!” Michéle and Joseph looked at Mr Bellanger who would definitely not let Michéle in or get into the bathroom as well. “Have you lost your mind? Fighting like this on the school yard!” “But Uncle, my brother-“ “I will be seeing him in the teachers office for his disciplinary hearing. Don’t make this any harder for him, Michéle. His options aren’t looking too good right now.” Michéle looked at him, brows furrowed as she felt the guilt she tried to suppress resurfacing and swallowing her whole. Suddenly the three of them heard a commotion in the bathroom and then a loud yell. The door opened and an angry Jean-Pierre was met with three surprised faces.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Bellanger. I was.. locked in the bathroom stall by this idiot! My Jacket, it’s ruined!” He stated. “Am I late? Do we still have time?” Michéle had never seen her brother this distressed before. He was usually so put together calm and rational but now she was causing him trouble. “You can wear my jacket and you two better get to class right now!” Her uncle exclaimed as she made her way to the gymnasium with Joseph.

“You’re horrible!” She stated and gave him a dirty look which he did likewise. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and grabbed the girl by the arm, yanking her back to him. His finger pointed at his eye patch. “I’m horrible? Look at what your fucking brother did to my face!” He said, his tone angry but he didn’t yell. “All because of you.” He whispered. “You started it!” She yelled and tried to push him off of her. “I felt bad in the beginning but now I realise you completely deserved it!” She retorted which only made Joseph tighten his grip around her arm.

“Let her go!” A voice appeared behind the two of them. Michéle looked past Joseph’s shoulder and met eyes with Laubrac. A wave of relief washed over her as Joseph let go of her and she quickly made her way over to her classmat. “Well if it isn’t the foster kid and the deans niece.” Joseph smirked, putting his hands back into his pocket.

a/n: i’m really not sure if this was written okay and I hope you guys like the idea! I really wanted to ask you for ideas but I thought I couldn’t keep you guys waiting any longer. Im really open for any visions and stuff that you guys have just comment them or put on my ask thingy (I’m not even sure I have one tbh). Just bombard me with some ideas I’d really like that<3 i hope you guys liked this

tags: @ssnowville @

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Injures and Idiots

Prompt: Hiding an Illness

Pairings: Wandanat x Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You got shot and hide it, which was probably a bad idea.

TW: injury, getting shot, blood, stitches, fainting, blood loss.

A/n Hehehe slight angst anyone? Short lil fic for all you who are craving some of that good old marvel content <3 Also I posted two fics in one day. I need a medal.

It honestly wasn’t that bad. You had had much worse in the past. This was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing you couldn’t deal with by yourself at least. It was just a graze; in fact it was barely a graze. everyone had seemed so happy that the mission went well you couldn’t dampen the mood. Sure, it was a bad idea. You had been shot after all. But the happy faces of your teammates made it hard to say anything that would take that away.

Upon reaching the jet you retracted inwards. You didn’t say much but everyone just assumed you were simply tired. Natasha was the only one who seemed to notice any sort of issue, but she didn’t press it, dismissing it as typical post mission aches and pains but she made a mental note to keep an eye on you.

After two hours the jet landed and the team departed, you waited a minute to exit knowing your walk was slightly off to adjust for the pain in your side. Sucking in a breath you stood and began to hobble down to your room.

The blood was beginning to show through your suit, and you needed to bandage it before the debrief with fury. You checked each hallway by peaking around the corner before quickly hurrying down it.

Once safely in your room and the door shut you began to peel off your suit. When the rough material brushed against the soft sensitive exposed wound you cried out before clamping a hand over your mouth and waiting for the sound of rushed footsteps. Luckily none came. You mentally thanked tony for the thick walls of the compound.

Once the suit hung from your waist and you stood with the black material around your hips clad in your navy sports bra you hobbled to the bathroom. Pain short through you as you lent down to grab the materials from under the sink. You sucked a harsh breath through your teeth as the lightning pain shot through your skin. Righting yourself again you began the painstaking process of cleaning and bandaging the wound.

After two small bottles of saline the wound was much more visible. It looked awful but it was too late now to tell someone. Placing a piece of gauze to the torn flesh you began to wind the roll of white bandaged around your midsection. After two rolls and a clip to secure it the light pressure seemed to almost relive some of the pain.

Tossing two pain tablets into your mouth and chugging some water you made quick but painful work of changing into a casual outfit of grey and red trackpants from when you were in senior year and a faded black band t-shirt. Throwing your hair into a messy bun and slipping on your vans you walked to the door practising walking normally. It hurt more but it was bearable and more importantly, believable.

Blood was beginning to seep through the bandages, but you dismissed it. It would clot soon, there was no real damage.

The meeting was rather boring, you turned up a few minutes late. Taking care of the injury had eaten up a lot of your time.

After three minutes the wound began to throb.

After five minutes you began to feel lightheaded. After ten black dots began to appear on your vision and your left hand drifted to you side. Of course, Nat was watching you carefully at this point, studying the slight pained expression on your face and hand hovering by your side.

She had just opened her mouth to ask you when your eyes rolled back, and you slumped almost falling out of the chair if Wanda’s magic hadn’t caught you and kept you in the chair.

Steve stopped talking and motioned to banner to take a look. Nat waved him off coming to you side and clearing her throat. The rest of the team could take a hint and soon it was just you Wanda and Natasha. Wanda carefully picked you up out of the chair and laid you on the floor with you head in her lap.

Nat’s hands ghosted over the base of your shirt as she lifted the black material to reveal heavily blood-soaked bandages.

“Cyka” she swore, and Wanda sucked in a breath, her hands however didn’t stop from where she rubbed your cheek in an attempt to rouse you. She whispered you name as she tapped your cheek. After a minute your eyes began to flutter but stayed closed as Nat began to unwind the bandages. When she saw the injury, she swore again.

“Jarvis?” The redhead said.

“Yes Ms Romanoff”

“Tell banner to bring a suture kit to the briefing room and a bottle of saline.” She said.

“Dr banner has been alerted and is on his way now.” The AI responded and Nat nodded as she began to probe the wound with her hand to check for further damage.

She wasn’t mad, she knew you had issues asking for help, but she hated seeing you like this.

After a moment Bruce appeared at the door his cheeks flushed and breathing coming in a slight pant. He wordlessly handed Natasha the kit and slipped back out of the room mumbling something about Tony being in his lab and needing to make sure he didn’t meddle with his notes.

Wanda nodded and thanked Bruce as Nat began to stitch up the wound. She had just put in the last stitch and tied it off when your eyes finally blinked and opened.

“Hey there Y/n/n” Wanda said brushing a hand over your cheek.

“Wha-“ you said trying to sit up, catching both girls by surprise you suddenly cried out at the movement jostling the stitches. A strong hand pushed you back into Wanda’s lap as Nat shook her head and removed her hand.

“None of that. You stay right there until i say so. That was pretty deep Y/n. You should have come to me earlier; it was almost too late to give you stitches outside of an operating room based off how long it was open and exposed. Risking infection.” She said and you mumbled an apology.

“It's ok darling just don’t do it again.” She said and rubbed your arm. “Right Wanda and I will take you to your room, where you will do nothing but rest until i deem you ready to leave your bed. Got it?” She said and you nodded. “Alright let's go.” Natasha carefully lifted you from Wanda lap with her arms under your knees and back to carry you.

Wanda trailed along beside you and soon they laid you in your bed before Wanda went to get some more pain medicine and Natasha laid down on the bed beside you softly stroking patterns on the small of you back to sooth you.

After taking the meds you fell asleep between the two women absolutely exhausted.

MASTERLIST

[sensei-venus]

Can you do a hawk where chubby bimbo reader ask him to stop bullying demetri and hawk just stop and make out with you

(Unedited) (Support the Writer🌺)

“Why do they have to do this almost every lunch period…” Reader mumbled out as she watched the two boys. She was hidden away in a far corner of the lunch room. Luckily she was sitting with some of her friends, Moon Yasmine and Sam. Sam was usually sitting with the slightly taller nerd but today she was done with dealing with the boy's petty arguments. Demetri could fight his own battles today in the eyes.

Sam rolled her eyes saying “You should know by now that this is just how they deal with each other. If Hawk would drop that lame ass ego and attitude maybe it would stop. The constant picking at Demetri is getting so boring.” Moon nodded at her statement. Yasmine picked at her food as she watched them go at it.

“I’m not doing that lame ass shit for the project! You do it and leave me out of it! Just give me the fucking A+ so I can be done with dealing with you.”

“Don’t don’t act like that Eli! It’s not like I want to be dealing with your crap attitude but we are partners for this assignment! You have to at least try and chip in.”

The two boys spat back and forth over the lunch table. Everyone near them had taken the chance to back off and away from them. Clearly unknown weather they where in the splash zone of a possible fight. Knowing the mohawk haired boy it was a good possibility. Hawk was known to swing first and take a punishment later for his actions.

Reader felt herself start to boil a little from watching the scene in front of her. Growing tired of their fighting. It was Hawk who always seemed to start the petty arguments in the first place. Reader huffed as she stood up, shaking the old table as she did.

The girls looked up at her in a bit of worry, the frown on her face evident. Sam was quick to try and pull the girl down by the bottom of her shirt. Moon did the same and tried to usher the girl back down.

“Reader please don’t go over there-“

“Their not going to stop until someone actually goes over there and says something! I can’t just let Hawk keep borderline bullying poor Demetri like that. It’s just not right!”

Reader huffed and left her seat, she smoothed out her shirt and fixed her tiny skirt. The clanking of her wedges filled the room as she strutted over to the boys. Her body jiggling just a bit as she walked in a hurry over to them. Their face twisted in an angry frown as she got closer to them.

Demetri was the first to see her coming their way. He stopped in his tracks as he shut his mouth tight. His eyes everted from both Hawk and the chubby girl as she made her way closer to their table.

He wished that she would just stop in her tracks and just turn back around and go back to her table. Hoping she wouldn’t try and get into what ever mess Hawk was trying to make out of a stupid class project. Hawk smirked as Demetri shut up for once. Quick to believe he had won this round.

It was only when he felt a tap on his shoulder did he roll his eyes and turn around. His eyes meet Reader’s, her stance was hard and acted as she looked up at him with an angry expression.

He couldn’t stop himself from looking her over.

He would never deny the fact that the girl was hot, she was a bit dim lit at time but that only made her more attractive. Her slightly dumb nature made her that much cuter in his eyes. She was basically like a chubby little puppy at times. The way she acted around her friends was sweet and kind with a bit of stupid mixed in.

Smirking down at her he said “Sup Reader what brings you all the way over here?  Abandoning your little friends to come over here and see me?~” his voice was laced with sarcasm which made Demetri almost gag.

“No I came over here to tell you to stop being such a jerk to Demetri!”

“Awe you want me to stop messing with the fucking whinny ass nerd? Uh no thanks, and he can fight his own little battles. He just fucking sucks at it because he’s a pussy.” Hawk laughed.

Reader gritted her teeth “I’m asking you very nicely to stop messing with him!” She stomped her foot out of frustration. Clenching her fists by her side, her eyes throwing daggers at him. Hawk scratched the tip of his nose as he crossed his arms.

He chuckled before saying “ Ok say I stop messing with him. What do I get for it?” Reader blinked a few times out of shock. She chewed at her lip as she tried to think of something.

“Well I don’t know-“

“How about a kiss?” Hawk grinned at her clearly flustered expression.

Demetri all but jumped over the table when he blurted out “Reader don’t do it! It’s just a really messed up trick-“

“Ok, if you promise to stop bullying Demetri then I’ll let you kiss me.”

“Ok bet, I’ll stop bullying the ner- I mean Demetri.” He uncrossed his arms as he stared down at her.

She played with her fingers as she waited for him to do something. Demetri went pale as he watched Hawk take advantage of the situation and move closer to the girl.

A split second later Hawk was pulling the girl into his chest and kissing her. Reader didn’t know what to say or do as the boy slowly worked her into the kiss. It wasn’t too rough but it wasn’t gentle it was right in the middle.

It made her eyes flutter close after a moment or two. She thought he would only want a quick kiss, not a full make-out session. His lips were warm and slightly rough against hers.

She expected him to be forceful and hard but he was surprising soft and gentle. His lips moved in a nice rhythm against hers, his tongue gently swiped over her bottom lip asking for entrance. She let out a small moan. Her hands gripped at the back of his shirt as she let him in.

Their tongues meeting in the middle, Reader tried her best to keep up with him. She whimpered out which he swallowed up as he kissed her a bit harder.

It felt like forever before the two where harshly separated by the need to breath. They quickly parted, sucking in much needed air. Reader’s poor lips where already glossy and swollen. Hawk groaned a little as he watched her pant out. Her tits rose and fell in her tight little shirt. His eyes didn’t dare to look away from her.

“D-deals a deal right?”

“You got it babe. What ever you want girl.”

[jinisnuggets]

𝕊𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝕖 (ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕆𝕟𝕖?)

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵖʸ!ˢᵉᵘⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ ˣ ⁱᵈᵒˡ!ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 2.5ᵏ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, ˢᵖʸ ˣ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᵃᵘ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵍʳᵉˢⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵘⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ? ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ, ᶠᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵏᵒʳᵉᵃ'ˢ ᵗᵒᵖ ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ⁱᵈᵒˡ, ʰᵉ ᵖᵃᶜᵏˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵃᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵉᵖᵃʳᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵉˢˢ.

ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: ⁱ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ, ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ):>

Authors note 2: This is stationed by order of events so it may seem rushed but like I actually spent a really long time working on this and trying to perfect it, sorry if it's not what you're looking for, I'll try to do better on part 2 :) I know that this part is a bit boring but like I just didn't have a way to make everything all connect without making this really really long and really boring for 3/4th's of the fic soo this is what were dealing with ):>, part 2 will def be more interesting if you would like to see one :D

ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: ʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵉˣᵗ: ʰᵃⁿ, ᵖᵘʳᵖˡᵉ ᵗᵉˣᵗ: ˡᵉᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ.

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

1:00 pm

You stood next to your members, as there stood a long line of fans, your leader said a couple of words before all of you took a bow. Everyone around you sat down while the people stood excitedly in line holding their albums.

It was fan meeting day, you sat down holding your pen and looking around and saw excited and easy moving fans pacing around in their spot, jumping up and down with excitement while communicating with the people in front and behind of them, you smiled lightly at the excitement of the fans, as the line begun moving.

You waited, you weren't exactly the last in line but you definitely weren't one of the first.

You greeted people and signed a lot of albums, your group name was written down behind you as you sat around the middle of the group, you made cute drawings on some of the albums along with some cute little messages.

Until he came… particularly one guy caught your attention, but you couldn't understand why, it's not like he looked suspicious he was just eye catching, you glanced at him while you were discussing with another fan, none of your members looked to share your reaction, but for some reason you just grew interested in him.

“Hello.” He spoke calmly, definitely different from the majority of people who you had talked until now, he handed you his album softly, and leaned on the table.

“Hello, how is your day going?”

“Good, what about you?”

You thought about your response teasingly and then responded

“Definitely better than usual.” You lightly said with a chuckle.

The guy laughed along with you as you lightly joked.

“What's your name?” You asked softly while glancing up at him.

“Yang Dongyun…” he smiled lightly, while watching your moving hand as you drew a cute little puppy on his album.

“That's a pretty name, do you have a bias?”

You could make out a small nod coming from him as he opened his mouth to talk before shutting it.

“You can say.” You said with a smile on your face, while looking back down to finish his album.

He chuckles lightly, while glancing up from your hand to you. “I'd rather not.”

“Aw, come on. You can't leave me on a cliffhanger like that!” Half joking… “I'll make sure you attend the next fan event so I can get an answer out of you!” This time somewhat cringing at your expression.

You noticed him laugh with you as the bell rang, you handed him his album and fist bumped him as he moved on to the next member.

Curiously though, there was something so hypnotizing about him that you couldn't figure out.

You glanced at him once in a while, trying to get a glimpse of where he currently was, you saw him when he got up and left the room, going out with another guy, who you guessed was a friend of his, you were so distracted that you didn't realize the next person calling your name.

“Oh- my bad!” You said while turning back to look at your fan.

3:17 pm

“Hello!? Is something in that brain of yours?”

“What do you want?”

“Geez why are you so mad all of a sudden… you just went to a fan sign, cheer up.”

“Speaking of, did something happen there?”

“Not anything out of the ordinary, just a regular.”

“Boy! You just met some of the area’s hot topics at the moment! That's one of the biggest girl groups right now!!! You could at least be more excited!”

“Why are you so interested whether I was excited or not?”

“Seungmin isn't a fan.”

“Minho, speaking of, why did you need Seungmin to get in a fan sign?”

“I needed him to inspect the members better.”

“Why?”

“One of the members is about to be targeted by an anti-fan. I needed Seungmin to figure out who.”

“Why couldn't I have been the one to go?”

“You would've forgotten the reason for your presence in seconds after seeing your favorite girl group.”

“Whatever…”

He said with a light voice, almost inaudible..

“So who do you suspect it is?”

“It's hard to tell.”

“Did no one have a tracker, or like something that could possibly resemble stalking?”

“No…”

Silence filled the car as everyone felt a sense of hopelessness, with no keys on who it could possibly be.. now what was the next step?

“I do have my suspicions though.”

“What suspicions do you have?”

Seungmin glanced at his album, at the happy puppy that was drawn on the blank sheet.

“L/N Y/N”

Minho pulled over and looked at Seungmin, Jisung himself couldn't hide his surprise either, both stared in complete shock.

“Why her!?”

“I don't have evidence but I do have a theory.”

…

“We’re waiting?”

“L/n is the only member in her group with a solo career, and therefore it's very likely that this stalker is planning on attacking whenever their victim is alone. L/n has to go to the US for her tour very soon while her group will stay here in South Korea. L/n is the only member who has excused activities to be alone, therefore if she didn't appear with her group, no one would suspect a thing until it's too late.”

“Shit-'' Minho looked at the dark road as he grabbed his phone and began dialing a number

“Why would someone target y/n!?”

“She’s an easy target for any anti-fan. She gets to be alone often and is easy to talk to, probably easy to trick as well.”

Both Minho and Jisung looked over at Seungmin

The silence was disrupted whenever a small “hello?” was heard from the other side of the phone,

Minho quickly cleared his throat before speaking

“We found the victim. L/N Y/n, 24 years old, height,165 centimeters tall, member of ( ). ”

“L/n Y/n?”

“Yes, L/n will be having solo activities in another county very soon, the most likely option is that her stalker will approach her there.”

“Do you know what country she will be touring in?”

“I believe she will have a U.S tour.”

“Which country will she be in?”

“California I believe.”

7:01 pm

“I'm so tired!!!” Your maknae got tired easily, you chuckled lightly as you noticed your leader looking through the car’s reer-view-mirror.

“Should we stop by Subway? to pick up some takeout before returning to the dorm?”

Suddenly calm mood switched from the members yelling out their regular order, you heard a chuckle come from the passenger seat..

“Alright, alright, with pies and bobas too.”

The chaos in the car was loud, so you put on your earbuds and put on some music, looking at the calm night sky after a long day.

“Yang Dongyun”

“I’d rather not.”

“Hey girls, did you guys feel something weird about this guy named Dongyun?”

The car suddenly went silent and everyone turned back to look at you.

“Who's Dongyun?”

“Oh- he had small eyes, I believe he wore braces, he had soft brown hair, really calm personality.”

“I don't recall.”

“How do you expect us to remember the exact guy out of like 100’s of different faces we saw today?”

“Well I guess that's true…”

“What about him?”

“I don't know, there's something off about him.”

“Like creepy?”

“No… not creepy, he just stands out.”

You noticed your members all take turns looking at each other, before looking back at you, you noticed your leader look at you from the rest-view-mirror before smiling.

“Let's just go get Subway.”

You smiled softly and nodded but you knew that you wouldn't be able to escape the thought of this Dongyun guy.

Who was he? Why were you so attracted to him? What brought or hypnotized you into him? Did he put a spell on you or something? Whatever he did.. it worked.

Because he couldn't get out of your mind. He was just trapped in there internally, it shouldn't be this way… out of all the fans you met today… why was he the only one you continued recalling?

9:29 pm

Concerts and a bunch of upcoming events were taking place. You got out of the shower and entered your shared room with your roommate.

“You ready for the flight tomorrow?” She asked, glancing up from her journal to look at you.

You were the only member in your group with a solo career, and although you were quite proud of it, it meant a lot more stress for you.

“I partly don't wanna go but oh well. It is what it is.”

“Hey, at least you're getting a lot of attention right now for your solo activities and you're not flopping.”

“Yeah, in a way.”

“You gotta go to sleep early so you make it to the airport on time.”

“Yeah.” You were looking in your closet to pick on an outfit for the long trip to California for your tour. Along with your group, you just came back and the tour was gonna start now.

You took out a few pants and shirts from your closet, looking for what to wear to the airport. Your bags and luggage were already packed, you just needed to prepare your clothing for the morning.

“What's your airport fashion?”

“I don't know… which one do you like better.”

You put up a few shirts and played a game of save one drop one until you were left with a causal looking outfit, you nodded in approval and picked out some shoes before folding everything and laying down in bed.

“I feel like something may go wrong…”

You saw your roommate turn around to face you.

“Why? You shouldn't think like that, you'll have staff with you 24/7.”

“I don't know, it's just a gut feeling.”

“Maybe you're just paranoid…?” Her words came out half joking, insinuating that you're gonna miss the members and her.

“Maybe I am.” You added on to her joking pitch, raising an eyebrow.

“Better not die!! You're our visual and main vocalist. You can't die.”

“How can I control if I die or not?”

“Easy! Just don't die”

You both chuckled at your roommates answer, laughing off your silly sense or humor from the connection that each of you built with each other.

But seriously…

Why did you have a feeling that something very bad was about to happen…?

***

California, LA…

You're album, “Soul Night of Memories” was ranking high on music charts, for it's hypnotizing vocals, small rap, heavy choreography, and overall.. great tracks.

After all, you weren't the main vocalist, and lead dancer for no reason, you shined as a rapper without the need of the position, and although you missed out on some group promotions, you would still be able to reunite with them in about 2 weeks as you both were making a stop by Paris.

You once recalled your leader telling your group the words: “Loving a fan is simple as the feelings are shared, however some fans may have different intentions whether good or bad”

“Why do I always think of those when remember of Dongyun-”

“L/n Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Oh- Hello! I'm Yang Minyung. I heard you came on tour so I wanted to stop by and say hello.”

“Yang Minyung… you're the soloist, who used to be a member of Drama Club right?”

“Yes! I've been wanted to meet you for a while as I really admire your work.”

“That's really sweet… thank you…”

“I'll be here if you need anything.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Yang Minyung, once a member of Drama Club however the group passed through some tragic things that caused their disbandment. Minyung was really brave for speaking out about tragic things in her songs.

6:27 pm

“Heyyyy!!!!”

“Hi girls.”

“How'd it go, first few days in Cali how's it going?”

“Pretty normal, we're having concerts, singing, a few fan meets, and fan video calls. Speaking of! Did you guys know that Yang Minyung came to California as well?”

“Yang Minyung? Like the soloist?”

“Yeah.”

“Former member of Drama Club?”

“Yeah.”

“Where'd you hear that from? She's still in Seoul, she actually had an accident and is in the hospital with a fractured leg right now.”

“What-?”

“Yeah, did a fan tell you she was in California?”

What the hell? If Yang Minyung had an accident that caused her to fracture her bone. Then why did you see her earlier? Or was it some sick fan who decided to pretend to be Minyung just for the fun of it?

“Yeah… a fan told me that she was in California and that she recently had a concert. I guess I believed it”

Your members laughed at your gullibleness.

“It sounded believable.”

“Yeah whatever you say main vocal.”

You rolled your eyes at your members before turning back to the phone.

“I think my food is here, I'm gonna hang up and eat, since I haven't eaten yet.”

“Ok! Take care y/n!”

***

“Just remember that this isn't an ordinary task, you're protecting one of Korea's most famous idols, best vocalist, and she's going to be surrounded by a lot of people for the next few weeks. Whether it's fans, staff, or friends she's always gonna have someone around.”

Seungmin wandered around the building where you were supposed to be spending the night, looking around for anyone who could possibly look suspicious. After all this was Korea's top female idol at the moment, how was he not supposed to put his absolute best effort to try to locate your perpetrator?

“Sir? Do you need anything?”

Seungmin immediately turned around to face the employee, shoving them into the wall, looking them straight in the eye.

“Did anyone suspicious come in earlier today?”

The employee, who was quite startled thought for a moment.

“I don't think so.”

“No one who looked to be in a rush? No one who was demanding staff to be quick with their work?”

…

“Now that I'm remembering, there was one person. But it was probably just because an idol came in earlier.”

“Do you remember what they looked like?”

“No… I can't recall.”

Seungmin got up, nodding and thanking the staff.

He dialed a number

“The perpetrator is going by a fake identity, they have already checked into the hotel L/n Y/n is staying in and treated the staff harshly. It is highly possible that the perpetrator has already contacted L/n in some sort of way or manner, whether it was digitally or physically.”

“Good job, keep up the pace and this will be quick”

“L/n Y/n seems to have no suspicions yet, as long as she doesn't come close to the-”

“Did you call me?”

The utter silence that filled the room was threatening, Seungmin didn't dare to move a muscle until he turned around, looking and facing the familiar voice behind him, keeping the phone a safe distance from his ear before pulling it back.

“I'll talk to you later.”

“Seung-”

He hung up before whoever was on the other side was able to finish their sentence.

Turning his body to completely face the familiar voice, keeping steady eye contact.

He had been caught by the person he least wanted to see, yet the one person he promised to protect.

L/n Y/n...

[selineram3421]

Power

Alastor X Powerful Reader

Part 3

Part 2

Warning! ⚠

⚠ blood/gore, murder, boundaries are ignored and the reader eats a heart ⚠

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Both of you continued to run around each other. The shadows still followed you and he didn't get your name. It went on for a while.

Alastor was starting to get a little tired of it though, he wanted a name!

And a name he'll get.

With pulling a few strings, and getting a few demons who owed him favors, the plan was set! You'd surely give him your name after and he'd get to see your full potential.

Nothing could go wrong!

.

Except everything went wrong.

He did get one thing, and that was seeing some of your power. Some.

He stood frozen in awe (and fear).

The beasts you commanded tore through sinners, ripping them into shreds. Blood and guts covering the ground beneath you, along with yourself.

Not that you cared, no.

In fact, you were laughing at the chaos around you.

Oh. What caused this?

A few of the demons that owed Alastor had tried to do the unthinkable and completely disrespected you.

That's not something you're ok with, noted.

Just like before, the radio demon watched as you moved gracefully. Like a skilled predator hunting and toying with its prey. Everyone would know not to think little of you and you'd make sure of it.

.

You were livid.

Some demons had the gall to try to disrespect you, trying to touch you, trying to defile you.

Oh no, no, no, no...

You had to teach them. Teach ALL of them that what you were was above whatever stupid sin got them stuck in Hell.

After all, you were one of the most oldest surviving sinners in Hell from the middle ages. One who worshipped the Old Gods before the current became forced into most cultures.

Buildings were in flames and collapsing, beautiful screams were heard, and finally-! Finally, you held the motionless heart of the demon who started all of this.

"Hmm~hm.", you hum a tune, examining the organ, deciding to bite the left side first.

Sinking your teeth into the muscle of it and tearing off the bottom left ventricle. Blood splattering on your face and covering most of your mouth, dripping off your chin.

This reminded you how your earlier years in Hell were like.

It was nice to reminisce the old days when you were an Overlord, taking territory and picking off the others one by one. However, it got boring quickly and you just gave most of it away to a friend with one condition.

Keep the land thriving.

It's a pity they died, the territory was left to rot and was soon taken over by someone else.

Calling one of the large cat like creatures over, the beast lied down in the area with the least amount of blood and you climbed on it to get comfortable as well. Resting on the fluffy being, you leaned back and took another bite of the heart, watching the block and surrounding areas fall apart.

Bodies covering the road, a few still alive and being chased down by the other beasts that you conjured.

"Well, that was marvelous!"

You snapped your head to the side, seeing Alastor.

A feeling in your gut told you that he was the main source of this whole mess.

"What do you want Radio Demon.", you ate another piece of the heart.

"Just came by after hearing the wonderful sounds of agony! Had to see what was going on and I couldn't be more happy with the sight that blessed my eyes.", he said with an innocent smile, which clearly held smugness and mischief.

"You've seen the show and now its over. Leave.", you say and turn away from him.

He didn't take the hint. If you could even call it that with how simply you said that you wanted him gone.

"Oh but darling, I was wondering if you would be so kind to give me your name! I'd be very happy with just that!", he began to walk towards you.

In less than a second you had a hand around his neck, slamming the red dressed demon into the wall of a nearby building. Static filled the air and Alastor looked at you with black eyes, growling.

"The start of the game was fun but after this stunt?", you said and leaned in close. "I'm not playing anymore.", you whispered.

Letting go, you walk backwards and smile. "I'll let you go with this warning. It's the last one you'll ever get.", you say and turn around, walking further away.

Before he could move, you turn around again.

"Oh, and I hope you like that little mark I gave you~"

With that, you disappear into the shadows.

.

Mark?

After getting to his humble abode, he checked the mirror and saw what you meant by mark. There was a bloody heart that you painted on his throat, one he doesn't remember feeling done.

It would not come off.

.

"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss~"

Me listening to a cute love song while typing out a bloody scene.

~Seline, the person.

Part 4

Power ChL🍷 | ML for Alastor🎙

[illyriangoddess13]

Enchanted

Azriel X Reader

Word Count: 1127 words

Summary: Inspired by “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift

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You were bored at the party that was being thrown in honor of your birthday.

How awful that sounded, but it was true. It was less of a birthday party and more of a political stance that your parents were taking, making sure that they invited the who’s-who of Prythian society. That meant most of the High Lords and their respective partners, along with their closest friends and allies. It also meant that none of your actual friends were there.

However, you were trying to make the most of the party. You had stuck by the bar pretty much the whole night, nursing several glasses of gin and tonic. The bartender was keeping you company, making you laugh every so often with a jab at specific esteemed guests.

Then suddenly, you heard the double doors open wide, and in came a rather large group of Fae. Fae you recognized as High Lord Rhysand, his mate High Lady Feyre, and their entourage. Showing up fashionably late, you smirked, knowing how much your parents would disapprove of that.

The entire group immediately wandered over to the food table, laughing amongst one another. You watched as your parents started to walk across the other side of the room to greet them. Your father shook hands with the High Lord and they both looked over in your direction. You immediately felt your cheeks turn red and you spun around to face the bartender once again. You went to sip your fourth gin and tonic, however you were severely disappointed by the lack of alcohol in this one.

“I’m cutting you off,” the young bartender smiled at you when he took note of your quizzical stare. “Besides, it seems as if you have some important Fae here to see you.”

You turned back around at the nod of his chin towards whomever was behind you. You were alarmed to see your father approaching with the Night Court High Lord, the Illyrian General, and the Shadowsinger.

You had never had the pleasure of meeting anyone from the Night Court before. The two courts were close, but your parents had never really encouraged venturing out of the Day Court. All the information that you gathered was from your eavesdropping sessions on your parents’ private meetings.

“It seems birthday wishes are in order,” Lord Rhysand smiled generously at you. The two other males with him stood silently behind their High Lord.

“Thank you, Lord Rhysand,” you smiled back politely. You knew how important the Night Court being here was to your parents and however much you didn’t get along with your mother and father, you also didn’t want to mess this meeting up for them.

As the males turned to walk away, the one covered in blue siphons moved to step back closer to you. “I need a drink,” he said, waving the other two off.

As he stepped up to the bar and ordered his drink, you got a good look at his profile. He was tall, and his large leathery, black wings were tucked safely against his back. His facial features were well defined and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was. You had never seen a male like him or his companions anywhere in the Day Court, that was for sure.

“Can I have another gin and tonic?” you asked, snapping out of your stare and turning back to the bar. “And can you put some actual gin in it this time?” you added.

“Seems like you’re having loads of fun,” the male who still hadn’t left said, his tone laced with sarcasm.

You scoffed. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but everyone here is at least 800 years old and I’m celebrating my 500th birthday. And I’m sure you’re aware that my father invited your High Lord and Lady for more than just my birthday party.”

The male let out a small laugh, seemingly surprised that you knew of your father’s true intentions. “Well, princess, you sure aren’t fooled easily. Seems like your parents don’t know much about you if they can’t even throw a political get-together under false pretenses, such as your birthday party, without you discovering it.”

“My name’s Y/N,” you muttered. “And how much can you really know about my relationship with my family? We just met.”

“Azriel,” he introduced himself. “And it’s my job to notice the small details,” he grinned at you, placing his empty glass down on the bar. He reached into his pocket and placed money down on the counter for the bartender. It was enough to cover both of your drinks, plus a couple extra. “Care for a dance?”

You glanced at him suspiciously before placing a delicate hand into his outstretched scarred one, and he led you out onto the busy dance floor. A waltz started up by the string quartet your parents had hired, and you followed Azriel’s lead.

You placed a hand on his back, feeling the tight muscles underneath your fingers. His hand wandered a little lower down your back than what a friendly dance required but you didn’t make any comments. It felt nice to have a male holding you closely towards him.

He swept you around the dance floor, in a skilled, artful manner. The male knew what he was doing. And when you had told him as such, he smiled genuinely down at you.

“It never hurts to know how to dance, especially when there’s a beautiful female sitting by herself at the bar,” Azriel whispered into your ear.

His rough voice sent shivers down your spine, and he smirked as if he knew what his words did to you.

You waltzed through the last steps of the song and when the instruments had ceased, Azriel bowed deeply in front of you. “Thank you for the dance. I hope you’ll accept it as a fine birthday gift, as none of us brought you anything. But I’m the only one who will accept the credit for such a thoughtful present.”

You nodded quickly, feeling your cheeks heat. “It was wonderful, thank you.”

Azriel smiled at you and he turned around at a tap on his shoulder. Lord Rhysand was behind him, and he nodded towards the doors. “We should head out,” he grumbled. “I should have known coming here would be pointless. Hellion’s emissaries weren’t any help.”

Lord Rhysand spun around and stalked off, leaving Azriel to say his goodbyes to you quickly.

“It was a pleasure dancing and drinking with you, Y/N,” Azriel winked at you, and then slipped off into the crowd, following behind his High Lord.

As you watched the winged male wander off, you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how enchanted you were to meet him.

[jomiddlemarch]

on the cold earth under the cold sky

“Your feet are cold,” Joel said.

“You said you hated it when I wore socks to bed,” Grace replied. “And I don’t love it either. My feet get too hot.”

“It wasn’t a complaint, darlin’, just an observation,” Joel said.

“It seemed like a complaint,” Grace said. She wiggled her toes, which were cold, and let out a breath, which floated above her in a brief cloud. It was frigid in Jackson far earlier than expected, either a cold snap or the beginning of a long, hard winter, which reminded Grace of the Little House on the Prairie book where they spent the snowed-in winter grinding wheat in a coffee-grinder and she’d skipped to the end because it was so boring. Maria had asked everyone to conserve resources, bundling up instead of stoking fires. It worked okay during the day, but the nights were difficult.

“C’mere,” Joel said, pulling her even tighter to him.

“You don’t—sorry,” Grace mumbled. “Sorry for being a cold bitch.”

He laughed, a rich, warm sound like the Kenyan coffee she desperately missed though she’d never admit it, and jostled her into putting her feet between his shins. He was wearing a set of faded Black Watch tartan flannel pajamas over a white tee shirt and she should have found it hilarious when she saw him or almost homely, as close to sexy as Neptune, but should didn’t seem to apply since she’d left Before for Now.

“Never met anyone who’s less of a cold bitch than you, Gracie,” he said.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she asked. She would have used all her willpower to keep from rolling her eyes if Ellie had said something similar, but she’d slept poorly since it got cold. It reminded her too much of the first winter after Kian was killed. Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone ran through her mind on a loop, the loop preferable to any other memory.

“It’s the truth. You can take it however you want it,” he said, completely unoffended by the sound of his voice and the gentleness of his embrace.

“No matter what I say, I’m wrong and you’re right,” she snapped. I think you’re a cold bitch and kind of mean at the moment, if that’s worth anything, dead-Lauren offered. Grace was well aware she was being surly and rude and why? Because she was tired of going to bed with cold feet and waking in the night with her nose and cheeks feeling half-frozen, because there wasn’t much she could do when people came in with frost-nip and fucking Dickensian chilblains, because she’d once tried to go back to where she’d buried Kian that brutal winter and she couldn’t find his grave, couldn’t remember where she’d first pressed the shovel into the barely yielding earth, putting all her weight on the metal, in a hurry, too full of cortisol to shed a tear?

Because however awful she was, Joel was kind and calm, steady, putting a cup of something hot into her hand when she came through the door, helping unbutton her wool peacoat, even inviting Ted and Beard, Tommy and Maria to come over and sit by the fireplace, Joel with his guitar on his lap, playing when they asked, playing “Father and Son” for Ted without a request, without looking up from the guitar’s belly.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Joel answered.

“I’m tired,” she said. She wouldn’t explain, didn’t need to; let him draw his own conclusions.

“I think bears have the right idea,” Joel said. “Find a den, hibernate. Wait ‘til spring comes. Sounds good, now, for all that Ted has his winter wonderland plans cookin’.”

“They starve,” Grace said. “All winter, the bears use up their own bodies to stay alive.”

“That’s nothin’ new,” he replied.

“I already feel used up,” Grace said. It was an admission—of guilt? Weakness that he wouldn’t be able to stomach or respect? Ellie had started telling stories about Tess, how indomitable the woman had been, how determined. The admiration in her voice had been unmistakable. If Joel was around when Ellie talked, he nodded along, and there was sometimes something in his dark eyes, a gleam not unlike tears.

“I know. You just need a rest. Sarah’s mother could get like that,” Joel said.

It was a shock to hear him speak of her and so easily. Grace didn’t even know the woman’s name, whether they’d been married, together, exes who got along for the sake of the child, who hadn’t loved each other enough to break each other. Joel knew little more about Kian and not at all about the perpetual background conversation Grace had going with dead-Lauren. She supposed they were even.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t whisk her away to Aruba either,” he said.

Grace made a conscious choice she might later deeply regret not to pursue the her in favor of  Aruba.

“That’s where you’d take me? Where we’d go?” In another life, Before or the Before when cordyceps never happened, the mutation milder, stronger, ruining the grain before it could be consumed by anyone, Chicxulub taking a left turn. In a world of planes and flying coach but never standby, fluted red paper umbrellas, lemons, buying Joel a fancy white guayabera, glaring at the woman on the lounger with her crocheted bikini top untied at the back who was staring at him too long, too obviously.

“Yeah. Or the Keys. Somewhere your feet couldn’t get cold,” he said.

It would be easy to tell him she loved him there. To feel it, think it and speak, to leap without looking behind her or beyond him, a world crazed with a tiny thousand cracks, without the devastating fracture they’d somehow survived. She didn’t have to look at him to know grey he was getting at the temples and scattered throughout his beard. She didn’t have to reach up under his tee-shirt to feel the scar on his belly.

“They’re better,” she said. “My feet. They’re not cold anymore.”

She started to move away or tried to. Joel held on.

“Stay,” he said. “Keepin’ you warm keeps me warm.”

Another fic for @pedrostories​ 1K celebration, using AU, hurt/comfort and the quote “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

[rrenzwrld]

lovefool

an original story w original characters and a semi-original plot

it’s in episodes bc i wanna be different and yes characters are black bc i’m black (except one but he 50/50 so we gonna let it slide)

just something i write in the notes when i’m bored and i enjoy reading it (yes i enjoy reading my own stuff when i’m bored it’s okay). and if you wanna know more about the characters, lemme know! (even tho i doubt anyone will see this so i’m just posting this to make myself feel good)

episode 1

chy’anne

“girl you have to come to the game with us tonight,” i rolled my eyes. “please~? my sister will pick us up and drop us off.”

“and why? you know i don’t care about no fuckin football.” never have, never will. what was special about this particular game, i didn’t know until my best friend was happy enough to remind me.

“okay but, you know who plays~” laila sang in my ear. i smiled as i thought about the only reason i would even think to attend a game. andreas andino. that man was fine outta his mind. it’s a shame my crush on him for the past 6 years did me no good. i bet he’s never even thought about talking to me. but in his defense, i’ve never thought about talking to him either. it wasn’t like we were complete strangers. we’ve been going to school together since elementary i just never had the guts to talk to him because he’s always been in that circle and i’m not.

“see? we should go for the one time. just for him.” it wouldn’t be so bad if the only reason was to see him. i didn’t really care about the other stuff.

“i’ll go but i don’t have shit to wear.” laila stood up from my bed and walked to my closet.

“oh, baby. we can fix that.”

once she found something appropriate for me to wear, i took my braids out the bun and put on my glasses for the night.

when we got there, the stands were packed full as if everyone thought they were watching a nfl football game. i heard our team was good, but i didn’t know how good.

“damn this bitch more packed than a mothafucker,” laila commented as we looked around for open seats. when we spotted two of our other friends, nashae and namir up high in the stands. we made our way up and scooted in next to them

“we see you brought the hermit.” namir commented. i rolled my eyes.

“she only here because she wants to see—“

“andino~” the three of them sang like little cupids.

“all of yall can go to hell.” they snickered at my reaction.

“don’t worry, you didn’t miss too much of the show. just starting second quarter.”

“your man been hittin some touchdowns, girl.” nashae squealed.

i sat up to see if i could recognize him out on the field. “what number is he?”

“twenty.” namir smirked. and there i saw him. running the ball with his long light brown hair sticking out the helmet he wore. i didn’t know anything at all about what he was doing, but i could watch him do it all day.

“aw hell.. we lost her.”

“earth to chy’anne.” laila started snapping her fingers in my face.

“huh..” i turned to her.

“i’m going to the concession stand, you want something?” she asked as she stood up and began to walk down.

“y-yeah, but i’m comin with you.” i followed her down the stands and to the concession stand.

after we grabbed some chips and sodas, we sat back down to watch the game. the game lasted about another two hours before it was nearing the end and people were starting to get up to leave to beat traffic.

“we leavin yall?” nashae stood up and asked all of us.

“yeah we can go. you ready to go, chy?” i wasn’t ready to go. i kinda wanted to see if i could talk to andreas before i left but i wasn’t sure if that was possible or not.

“nah she wanna stay and see her man~” nashae smiled as namir stood up with their stuff. we all stood up and we’re at the the bottom of the stands by the gate now.

“well i’m her ride so, bye yall~” nashae and namir said their goodbyes to laila and i before we waited around by the gate for the players to come out. almost everyone had left by this point. after they did their team stuff, andreas actually started to walk over to the gate where we were. he was still in his uniform pants but the only difference was that he took his shirt and helmet off. so he was walking over to us with a white tank top and his uniform pants. but his hair, my god his hair! it was all over the place because of the helmet but it was beautifully brown and bushy, like a lion’s mane and it touched the midsection of his back.

“girl how long we gon be—“

“he comin…over here. he really comin over here.”

“don’t do no stupid shit.” laila quickly whispered to me before he completely faced us from the other side of the gate.

“hey, chy’anne?” oh my fuck, he spoke to me.

“h-hey, andino— i mean, andreas. i’m sorry.” i could hear laila mentally face palm herself behind me.

“you can call me andino, it’s fine. people do it all the time.” he smiled with all his pretty white teeth and his pretty little dimples to match. “anyways, you waiting for someone?”

laila came from behind me. “she was waitin for you, pretty boy.” i guessed this was her version of moving things along because i definitely was not doing the best at that right now.

andreas looked at me with raised brows. “oh? ‘that so?” he looked at me inquisitively with those chocolately brown eyes.

“came to the game just for her andino~” she really did not just do that?

he laughed. “really?” i felt so embarrassed. crawling into a hole and going to sleep or something sounded real good right about now…

“she’ll tell you all about it. listen, chy i’m gonna be in the car when you’re ready. bye~” she left me alone with andreas after doing that, knowing i didn’t really know how to talk to him without tripping over my own tongue.

“andino~” he mocked before laughing again.

“are you mocking me?” he started walking along the gate and i started walking too.

“no, no. i think it’s kinda…” he jumped over to the other side. “kinda cute, actually.”

“really?” he thinks i’m cute?

“yeah. i actually didn’t expect you to come tonight.”

“yeah normally i’m at home but laila wanted me to come so..”

he scoffed. “sure.” everytime i’m near him, i forget how freakishly tall and big he is. the width of one of his arms was the size of my head.

“you, uh, look nice tonight, by the way.” was he really paying attention to me that hard?

“aww really?” i knew he didn’t really care about how i looked and it was just something to talk about.

“yeah, actually. you always look good.” i rolled my eyes. “if you think i’m bullshittin you, i’m not.” must’ve read my mind.

all i could do was hum, i didn’t know how to talk to him beyond this point and i was getting sleepy and it was getting late.

“can i give you my number? unless you already have it..” i took out my phone and looked through it.

“i don’t.”

we exchanged numbers and he ended up walking me to laila’s sister’s car.

“i’ll try to text you tomorrow.”

“why? you need something?” he looked at me like i did something wrong.

“no i just, just wanna talk to you.” he talked to me in that low rasp and i almost fell out right there. i wasn’t used to people texting me if they didn’t want help with work or something.

“o-okay.. goodnight, andino.”

he laughed. “goodnight, chy’anne.” he told me before i got into the car and we drove on.

“you did it again.”

“goddamnnit..” i whispered to myself.

[scruffyssketchbook]

Chapter 4: Salvation Dusk moved swiftly back to the building. He was surprisingly calm, like he already had it figured out. The inherits were both frightened and intrigued. Dusk turned left. Dusk froze. Wiz froze. “I-“ Dusk cut him off, “I know who you are.” “Can explain.” “Go ahead.” “I was unaware Flame was… not on are side.” “Ahh and running from me when I asked you?” “A… fight or flight instinct.” “Heh. Ha. Haha,” and Dusk began to laugh. Wiz backed away and the inherits grabbed him. “I’ll miss you. But all good things come to end.” Wiz cried out as the inherits drew their weapons. And it was not in vain. - Vay had been patrolling the 1st floor when he felt his back go numb. Then it spread in a burning sensation, until his whole body was numb. And the eevees gathered around to see he could not fight back. And they began to beat him up. And Vay couldn’t even cry, he couldn’t do anything. And so he took the beating, and perhaps deep down he knew he deserved it. - The first few days were awful. The group was tired and scared. They slept in shifts at night, though Flame mainly volunteered for this position. They were all paranoid, but it eventually dissipated. And then group was finally able to rest easy. They were deep within box 4’s forest. It was then where Flame began to teach the eevees. The four eevees had mixed emotions. Will was still trying to comprehend his role model is evil. He listened and learned but he never said word. Flame made sure to take extra care of him. Dash was, well he learned quickly, but he seemed bored. He never complained about it, just Flame could see it in him. And so Flame kept him entertained by racing him. Of course this was extremely lopsided, but Dash was entertained and Flame got exercise. Elliot didn’t really learn. During Flame’s teaching he would doze off. Flame didn’t mind, he seem happy enough. Pete was his star pupil. Perhaps Pete wanted to take his mind off everything, and so he focused really hard, or maybe Pete enjoyed learning. Either way Flame was proud of him. And finally Blizz. He learned, but never talked. Always watching. Flame invited him to join the races with Dash, and Blizz would just walk away. He healed rather fast. Flame was trying hard to get him to speak. But Blizz would ignore the attempts. Until one day Flame asked, “How did you get injured?” Blizz looked at him, “Vay.” Flame sat down with him, “Is that why you’re so sad?” “What if Bolt started hunting you with a crossbow? Would that make you feel great?” Blizz responded. “I see your point. If you don’t mind me asking,” Flame pointed to his damaged ice crown, “Is that why your crown is damaged.” “I got shot in the leg and shoulder. He aimed at my head, but he only took out part of the crown. I don’t know if he was sparing me or just leaving me to die.” “Vay is… complicated. But he loves you, I’m sure he didn’t want to kill you.” Blizz just looked away and fell silent once more. “You’ve got that one eevee with the bow.” “Her name is Eve.” “Yeah. What about her.” Blizz shrugged, “I just hope she’s ok.” - Night wandered the empty Greenpaw floors. It has been weeks since the eevees left the floors, and Dusk stopped visiting. He’d go to check but the elevator stopped working. And so as Night grew tiered of pondering when he will be visited again, he decided to climb up the elevator shaft and investigate. - Phill and his group were lost. They aimlessly wandered in hopes of finding an exit. And then they heard a scream. Naturally they investigated and found Wiz being prepared for slaughter. The eevees rush in with their wooden swords and inferior skills. As if they stood a chance. The inherits make quick work of them, yet everyone was spared. Wiz looked hopefully in Dusk’s eyes. His final plead to give mercy to these defeated eevees, who laid on the ground injured. “I’m not going to torture anyone. And so I want every vee killed.” “No!” Wiz cried out, but the inherits already began their task as he was held to watch. “If you don’t like torture then kill me now.” Wiz gasped as Dusk grabbed his throat and squeezed it, “To think we used to be friends,” Dusk tightened his grip, “You caused these poor vees’ downfall.” And then Dusk dropped him. Not out of mercy, but something pierced him. A wooden sword went through his lower side. Phill was immediately shot afterwards. Dusk pulled the blade from his body, “You haven’t ran away.” Wiz wiped his tears, “I am no coward.” - Daisy was very careful which girls she went to. She was gathering them as a secret meeting of sorts. Her ultimate plan was to have control over all the inherits by their connections with the girls. The girls she had pulled aside however weren’t friends with the inherits. And she made sure not to pull anyone who might give up her plan to Dusk. She feared any second she would be found out, but she continued in hopes of taking Dusk down. - When the door to the building opened, the eevees around Vay scattered. Vay just stared at Dusk as he approached him. “Guess who I saw.” Vay of course couldn’t respond. “Blizz.” Vay, again, couldn’t respond. “Now was this an accident or were you merciful?” Vay’s body began to return to him, “It… wasn’t.” “It wasn’t what?” Vay said something inaudible. Dusk moved closer, “Come again?” Vay lurched towards Dusk with a knife. He stopped moments before his chest. Vay didn’t want stopped, in fact he was still in mid-air. “So mercy?” Dusk asked. “Not for you,” and Vay felt a burning in his back, and it grew. He was being electrocuted, and the last thing he saw was Dusk’s smug face. - Bolt pulled Eve out one day to the currently vacant third floor. He had a plan to over throw Dusk and needed her help. It went like this: Eve confronts Dusk and she tells him everything she hates that he is doing at the moment. While Dusk is distracted Bolt with stab him in the back with the knife he has obtained. While very simple, Bolt believes it will work quite well, and Eve went along with it because she was desperate. She only wished Dusk didn’t have to die. Perhaps he was still redeemable, but it was a lot easier to knock him off. - One day Flame was forging for fire wood when he came across a familiar face. Flame nearly lost it when Dawn approached him. “So umm, I see a lot has happened.” Chapter 5: Unlikely Allies (Coming soon!) Author’s comment: I wish his chapter were longer. But anyways next chapter is very important! Have a great Weekend everyone!

[thetravellersatlas]

The Alarm, the Alien, and the Supernova

I haven't written anything recently, but I wanted to share some of my writing with you guys! I wrote this short story a few years ago, and it's probably the story I'm most proud of. It's a sci-fi story set in the future, with a time traveler and her nonbinary partner. Let me know if you enjoy it! (Cross-posted on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42946083)

Almost two hundred years after space travel was perfected and humans spread throughout the galaxies, two humanoids sat, tied back-to-back on the floor of a spaceship.

“Well, I have two ideas, but-” The taller of the two began to speak.

"Mia, you are not seducing the aliens. We are engaged!” The smaller cut the other off, shaking their head and making their short brown hair whip through the air.

“Okay, I have one idea-” Mia began, cut off before she could speak a full sentence.

“We are also not killing them! They may not be doing this of their own free will.”

“Well, what’s your plan then, Robin?” Mia asked, rolling her moss-green eyes. 

“Uh… fair point.” Robin sighed, leaning back onto Mia’s wide shoulders. “I told you we shouldn’t stop. See what happens when you don’t listen to me?”

“Oh, so this is my fault? You’re the one who ran onto the spaceship shouting! They hadn’t spotted me until you yelled!” Mia rolled her eyes again and groaned. “So, are we getting out of here or not?”

“After you, m’lady.” Robin stood, shaking out their wrists and pulling their fiance to her feet. The rope was left untied in a small pile on the floor as the two slipped away. 

A little while earlier…

“Robin, dearest, where would you like to go today?” A tall, humanoid girl swung around the console of her timeship, smirking playfully at her fiance as she swept her sandy blonde hair over her shoulder. “Anywhere you choose! Just please, if you ever loved me, don’t make it another museum. I almost died of pure boredom at the Universal Museum of Intergalactic Culture.”

“Don’t worry, Mia. Learning about futuristic cultures wasn’t nearly as entertaining as I thought it would be. Only museums could make aliens boring.” A tiny humanoid slipped onto the ship, their short brown hair falling into their face and hiding their glittering blue eyes, standing out against their chocolate brown shin. 

“Well, if you want exciting, how does a supernova sound? Giant, exploding ball of gas. I hear there’s a beautiful one happening, oh, two hundred years from now.” Mia grinned, spinning towards the controls.

“Sounds perfect.” Robin smiled back, jumping onto a seat and holding on tight.

“Then let’s go!” Mia danced around her timeship like a maniac, flicking levers, pressing buttons, and controlling holograms with her pale hands. She flew around the ship with the ease of experience, brown eyes practically glowing with specks of gold. The ship jumped and jolted with turbulence, and she moved with them like a surfer on a wave. Robin watched, in awe as always, as Mia worked. 

The ship shook harshly, almost throwing Robin off of their seat. At the same second, a red light began to blink on one of the many holo-maps. Mia slid over to the screen, fingers dancing across the light as she tried to pinpoint the alarm. Her eyes opened in shock and she froze, a grin spreading across her face. “Well, my dear, we’re going to have to put a hold on that supernova”.

“What is it this time?” Robin stood up, looking at the screen. “Emergency flare? Can’t we leave this one to the IEP?” 

“As if the Interstellar Enforcers have ever done anything. By the time they got there, everyone would be dead. And look here. That alarm started five minutes ago and stops in another five. Too short for the IEP to do anything about it, and too long to be a mistake. Something turned it off, probably the same thing that caused it.”Mia pointed at several strings of text in an alien language. Robin squinted at the text for a second, tilting their head, but couldn’t read it. 

Sighing, they said“I hate it when you’re right. If it’s another Miren I’m leaving. Those things are creepy and their stunners hurt.” Robin and Mia shuddered in sync, wincing at the memory.

“Deal.” Mia flipped several switches and Robin fell back into the chair as the whole ship trembled and spun. “Hold on!” She pressed a few more buttons and the ship slowed, coming to a stop. “We’re here!” Mia’s grin somehow got wider, and Robin shook their head. 

“Be careful, darl-” Robin cut themself off, sighing and glaring at the already open doors. They stood, dusted off their baggy hoodie, and followed their fiance out. After Robin was out, the doors closed on their own and slowly shimmered out of existence, revealing a long, brightly lit hallway that led into the depths of the ship. Robin turned, looking around, and barely spotted Mia’s long, black coat before it swept around a corner. “Mia! Wait up!” They called out, running down the hallway after her. 

When Robin turned the corner, they saw Mia surrounded by what appeared to be the crew of the ship. Ten people stood around her, wearing identical green vests and blue jeans. They all had strangely blank looks on their faces and were standing unnaturally still. Mia began to try to speak, but they cut her off. One covered her mouth with a large hand while another wrestled her arms behind her back. Mia’s muffled shouting didn’t seem to bother them, they just kept the hand over her mouth and began to pull her down the hallway. Robin was so focused on their fiance that they didn’t notice the man creeping up behind them until it was too late. A strong hand covered their face and their arm was pulled behind their back. Robin struggled but wasn’t able to escape as they were forced down the hallway after their fiance. 

Back to the present…

The two slipped silently through the ship, but they didn’t see another member of the crew. The ship was quiet, the duo’s breathing and silent footsteps were the only sounds. Every room the two peeked into seemed undisturbed, as if the occupants had simply walked out. There were no signs of a struggle, no blood. It looked like the ship had been abandoned. 

“The control room should be this way. That must be where the beacon came from.” Mia whispered, pointing down the hall to her left. Robin nodded, following closely behind.

“Something isn’t right here. Why would the crew set off an alarm and then attack their rescuers?” Robin whispered, barely audible as they tiptoed down the hallway.

“Yeah. Something was wrong with the crew as well. I kicked one of them in the shins and he didn’t even flinch. They were so still I’d say they were robots, but I could feel their pulse. They were humans, all of them.”

“Brainwashing, maybe? Mind control?” Robin asked, stopping at a door. “Hey, here’s the control room.”

“Could be mind control. Let’s find out!” Mia opened the door and froze. A large figure hunched over the controls. Its fat, wrinkled fingers pressed slowly at the buttons; long, ugly nails scratching against the keyboard. It spun around, flinging slime across the room. “Oh, Mother Universe, you smell. Ever heard of a shower?” Mia grimaced, plugging her nose. 

The creature growled, yellow eyes glinting with malice. It spoke in a strange language, with guttural growls and clicking noises coming from deep in its throat. When Mia and Robin didn’t seem affected, it seemed confused. “Why won’t you obey? Do what I say!” This time it spoke in a different language, one the universal translators could understand. It growled again, spit flying through the air.

“Oh, you were right, Robin! It was mind control! I’m terribly sorry, dear creature. Mind control won’t work on us.” The two flashed identical black rings. “Neural blockers embedded in our engagement rings. Clever and romantic. Let’s see… mind control, appalling hygiene, a language our translators won’t translate... I guess that would make you a Krysont. You’re a bit far from home, buddy. What is it you want with this ship?”

The newly identified Krysont got even angrier, eyes narrowing. “The Emperor must pay. Yru will burn, and he will know the pain he caused to my people! He has destroyed my planet, so I will destroy his!”

“Yru… isn’t that the trading planet in Alpha Centuri? And if you’re saying Lirin is destroyed… What year is it?” Mia glanced at a strange watch on her arm, seven hands spinning at different speeds around the face. “Oh, it’s 2970 I.T., isn’t it? That means Yru is under the New Roman Empire’s control. It should have a population of around… 10 billion?” 

Robin smiled. “See, that museum was a good idea!” 

“Yeah, whatever. I’m sorry, I can’t let you destroy the only planet with decent crepes since Paris in 1630, even if the Emperor does deserve it.” Mia sighed, reaching into her jacket and pulling out a small, black device. She pressed several buttons and tossed it into the air, where it began to float.

“What are you doing?! What is that?” The Krysont shouted, swatting at it but being pushed back by an invisible force before it could make contact.

“This is a pretty big ship, right? By the size, I’d call it a colonization ship., which means hundreds of staff members are on board and awake at any given time. With all those people, you would have an army. I’m guessing you’re controlling them, right? As I’ve realized, humans generally don’t like being controlled. That box is a neural blocker, expanding and stopping any mental waves from traveling through the air. I’d give you two minutes before the blocker takes effect and the crew realizes they’ve been controlled. Another two minutes before they find you, the creature who controlled them, and… well… you know what happens next. I’d suggest you run.” Mia smiled, turning and walking away with Robin close behind. “Ready to go see that supernova, dear?” 

The alien let out a scream of rage and charged Mia and Robin. The two sidestepped in perfect sync and the creature smacked into the wall, knocking himself out. Mia snapped her fingers, and the doors to their timeship opened in midair.

“Please.” Robin took Mia’s hand and the two walked into the ship. The doors closed behind them and faded from sight as the ship flew away into space. The two had a supernova to see, after all, and all the time in the universe to get there.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

Grabbing Smoke

As much time as Sam spent with her best friends, sometimes she enjoyed a little bit of time alone.

Tucker was helping his mother bake cookies for some kind of fundraiser for the hospital, and Danny was busy visiting Pandora for fighting lessons. Apparently they were using swords today.

As fun as it sounded, Sam opted to stay behind, it had been a while since she'd been down to the park to feed the ducks. She didn't get quiet moments like that very often any more.

There was an uncharacteristic skip to her gait as she walked to the park, a canvas tote bag swinging from her arm.

Living in Amity Park, and especially hanging around with Danny, gave her an eerie sense to when something was amiss. Nothing quite like Danny's ghost sense, but she'd learned to detect a particular chill to the air, a prickling at the back of her neck. It could easily be mistaken for a chilly breeze, but Sam knew better. The crunch of gravel under Sam's boots was the only sound permeating the still air, not even the trees were rustling.

She continued her walk through the park, past the wishing fountain and through a trail where the trees grew slightly more dense.

The trail opened up to a large pond, it wasn't anything especially picturesque, the reeds were a little overgrown, the ground was muddy, but there were a few simple weather worn benches by the path that looped around the water.

Sam took a seat, pulling out a bag of frozen peas. She opened it, tipped a few into her hand and tossed them into the water.

The ducks immediately sped across the pond toward her, fighting for the peas that the turtles hadn't already gotten to.

Instead of grabbing another handful, she held the bag out to the empty seat to her left, waiting for a moment before shaking the bag impatiently.

A green hand slipped into the bag, pulling out a handful of peas before tossing them into the water.

"How'd you know I was here?" Kitty asked, now sitting visibly on the other end of the bench as Sam poured out more peas for both of them.

"I have my ways." Sam smirked. "What I want to know is why you've been following me all week."

"You knew for that long and you didn't say nothin'?" Kitty huffed. "Damn, I gotta up my game."

A duck waddled up and nibbled on her boot.

"Alright alright, ya hungry little doofus." Kitty lowered a hand full of peas and cooed as the duck happily ate from her palm. "Aww these guys aren't shy at all, do you come here a lot?"

"When I can." Sam tossed a few more peas into the water for the turtles. "So why are you following me?"

Kitty sat back and pressed her lips together, thinking.

"Look it's just... I don't remember much from when I was livin', you know? It's all sorta grey and fuzzy, I can't remember what anyone looked like, except Johnny." she tossed some peas to a smaller duck at the back of the group. "But as soon as I showed up here in town and I saw your face, I thought I felt... I dunno, somethin'. Like I'd seen you before, or maybe you just reminded me of someone, but I can't remember who, it's like grabbing smoke."

She lobbed a few peas a little harder than was necessary at the water. The turtles sucked them up greedily.

"So you've just been following me hoping you might remember something else?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Kitty sighed. "But it's not working."

Sam swung her foot idly between a pair of scuffling ducks, splitting them up before tossing out some more peas.

"Maybe I'm related to someone you knew. Where did you grow up?"

Kitty frowned down at the water.

"I... I don't know." she said, deflating somewhat. "I didn't even realise I forgot that."

Sam couldn't help but feel for her, Danny had told her that ghosts would often forget things from their past, especially once they'd been dead for longer than they'd been alive. Somehow she had never really considered how terrifying that must be.

"You know..." Sam started carefully. "I could show you some old family photos. Maybe you'll recognise someone?"

Kitty looked up, eyes shining brightly.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Why not?" Sam shrugged. "If you were here to cause trouble you would have done it by now."

"Aw, I never thought you'd wanna do something like that for me." said Kitty, smiling brightly. "You always seemed like such a bitch."

Sam laughed.

"If you'd spent a week being someone that wasn't Paulina, I would probably have seemed like less of a bitch."

"So you guys are big rivals or somethin'?" Kitty asked, grabbing some more peas and giggling as three ducks tried to eat from her hand at once.

"It's more that we have... conflicting ideologies. She thinks that appearances and reputation are the most important things in life, just like my parents." Sam lobbed some more peas into the water, they both watched them disappear as the turtles quickly snapped them up. "It's shallow and stupid, and I don't get why they have to push that shit on everyone. I don't care what people think, I just want to be whoever the hell I wanna be without having to fight for it all the time."

Kitty's face turned contemplative as she tapped her nails on the back of the bench.

"I think... I was like that." she said, slowly. "I wanted to feel fun and exciting, but my parents..."

She trailed off, frowning.

"My parents... I didn't like them. They didn't like me bein' the way I was, I can't really remember why."

Sam emptied out the last of the peas and scattered them over the ground, she scrunched up the empty packet and shoved it back into her tote bag.

"You know, if we went to school together we would probably have gotten along." said Sam as she stood up, gesturing toward the path. "Let's go check out those photos."

Instead of floating invisibly behind, Kitty walked by Sam's side as they headed back to her house. She idly waved at people as they drove past, grinning when someone stared a little too long and almost ran a red light.

"You know, it's nice bein' able to walk around in the day." Kitty said, skipping a little. "Wish I could do it more often."

"What's stopping you?"

"What do you think?" Kitty's lip pulled up in disgust. "Any time I show up your dumb friend sucks me up in his stupid thermos. Only reason I can walk around right now is because I got you as my get out of jail free card."

"Danny doesn't care if you just want to walk around." Sam scoffed. "He lets ghosts wander around town all the time, he only gets involved when you start breaking things."

"Uggghhh but just walking around is so boring." Kitty pouted. "I mean yeah it's nice and I like it but it gets old real quick."

"Then you'll have to get used to getting tossed back in the ghost zone. Do not pass go, do not collect $200."

"Don't you ever get sick of his goody goody attitude?" Kitty asked. "I mean you and I aren't so different right? You're all about the rebel gig, don't you ever feel like keyin' some asshole's car, or takin' a baseball bat to some mail boxes?"

"Only if they deserve it." said Sam with a smirk. "But I feel like you aren't especially picky about whose stuff you're breaking."

They approached the door to the Manson mansion, Sam hopped up the steps and stuck the key in the lock. She touched the mezuzah on the doorpost without a second thought before opening the door and standing aside to invite Kitty in.

The ghost stared up at her warily.

"I can't get past it."

"Past what?" Sam asked.

"The mezuzah, it keeps me out."

"What?" Sam frowned. "It hasn't stopped other ghosts from getting in."

"Well it stops me." Kitty insisted. "I think it's got somethin' to do with what we believed in when we were alive. I haven't got a problem with churches but when Johnny tried to ride his bike through one he couldn't get in. His mom raised him Catholic, he says he doesn't believe in any of that stuff, but I think he still does, deep down."

"So does that mean you were Jewish?" Sam asked, smiling curiously.

"I AM Jewish." Kitty crossed her arms. "Bein' a ghost hasn't changed that, it just... means that we got a few things a little wrong."

Sam thought about that for a moment, before stepping aside and gesturing toward the door again.

"Well, if you've been invited and you're not going to cause any trouble, then I don't see why you shouldn't be able to come in."

Kitty climbed the steps slowly, fingers reaching out and cautiously brushing over the mezuzah, she didn't feel anything unusual, no zap or burn or pain. She took a step through the doorway and passed the threshold without issue, no invisible force or barrier like the last time she tried to follow Sam inside.

"Well, what do you know." she said, grinning.

Sam lead her into a large, open planned kitchen and dining area, the tiles were bright white save for the specks of mud Sam's boots tracked through the room. The decor was minimalist, the atmosphere bland and sterile, she could smell some kind of citrus surface cleaner.

The back wall was all windows, leading to a patio surrounded by perfectly trimmed grass. As they approached, Sam turned, heading towards a door to their right.

The next room felt a lot more friendly, it was full of bookshelves and red tones. The lounges looked soft and inviting, a fireplace sat cold and empty against the back wall, but Kitty didn't have to try hard to imagine it roaring to life, filling the room with its warm glow.

"This is basically my Grandma's part of the house." Sam informed her, voice low. "Her bedroom is just through there, she's usually napping around this time of day so try not to make too much noise."

Kitty slipped off her jacket and laid it over the back of the lounge, already feeling at home in the cosy little room. She looked over the books as Sam fussed around some kind of large ornate chest.

"Here it is." She hefted a large photo album from the chest, carefully closing and latching it again. "Let's see if you recognise anyone in here."

Kitty sat down beside Sam as she opened up the pristine book, the outer cover was beige with the name Manson inscribed in golden cursive on the front. The first page was full of old faded photos, in greyscale or sepia tones.

"Ugh, I'm not that old." said Kitty, flicking ahead a few pages.

The pictures were colourful now, but still grainy, there was a young blonde boy in seventies style jeans leaning casually against a Chevrolet.

"Wait hold up," Kitty pointed at the boy. "Him, I feel like I've seen him before."

"That's my dad." said Sam, surprised. "His name is Jeremy, did you know him?"

Kitty hummed a little, gently tracing a finger over the picture.

"Jeremy... Jeremy, I'm not sure," she frowned. "But he definitely looks familiar."

They continued through the book, when suddenly Kitty slapped her hand down roughly on a photo of a pair of young women.

"Her! I know her! She was a mega bitch!"

"Shhh keep it down." Sam hissed.

"Sorry," Kitty pointed to the blonde girl in the photo. "That one! I don't know how I knew her, but I definitely knew her. She was a total brat."

Sam slipped the photo out of its sleeve and read the neat cursive on the back.

"This is... my Aunt Caroline, in 1985. She's my dad's sister." Sam looked up at Kitty, amused. "I can't believe you had beef with my family."

"Your family are snobs." Kitty sniffed. "Carrie was such a ditz, she thought she was sooo bitchin' because her daddy bought her a Mercedes."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Sam grimaced. "Did you guys go to school together or something?"

"Maybe..." Kitty took the photo from Sam's hand, staring intently. "I'm pretty sure I skipped school a lot, I hated it there. It was a private school, we had to wear uniforms, barf."

"I would never have guessed you were a private school kid." Sam shook her head. "But most people would say that about me so it's not like I can judge."

"You went to private school?" Kitty asked, "How'd you end up in that Casper High dump?"

"Got myself expelled." said Sam, voice thick with pride. "Elementary, middle and high school, got kicked out of all three."

"Damn, you're good."

Sam grinned, slipping the photo back in its sleeve and continuing to the next page.

Kitty pointed to a few other photos, remarking on their familiarity, but not quite able to grasp how she knew them, the memories only flickered in her periphery.

"Wait," Kitty whispered, fingers brushing over a polaroid containing three people. "This is..."

The picture looked as though it were taken at some kind of party, a man and a woman faced the camera, each with a glass of champagne raised in their hands. The woman's other hand rested on the shoulder of a teenage girl with auburn hair, pulled into a tidy braid. She stared glumly at the camera.

"That's Katherine." Sam said, pointing to the girl. "She was my dad's cousin, but she got hit by a car when she was-"

Sam paused, looking over at Kitty's wide eyes and then back to the photo.

"Noooo way." Sam pulled the photo out of the sleeve. "Is this you?"

Kitty took the photo in trembling hands.

"I... I forgot I used to look like that." she fiddled with a lock of her green, teased hair. "I remember this party, I didn't want to go but mom and dad threatened to take away all my records and cassettes if I didn't."

Sam stared at Kitty, mouth agape.

"You're Car Crash Katherine?! My dad talks about you all the time! He always told me about the shit you used to get up to, he'd tell me that any kind of 'rebellious behaviour' was a slippery slope to 'dying on the back of some delinquent's motorcycle'." Sam put a hand on Kitty's shoulder. "You were my bad influence role model."

Kitty's red eyes shone with tears, photo still in hand, she wrapped her arms around Sam.

"This is majorly wicked! My legacy lives on! Corrupting the youth from beyond the grave!" Kitty laughed. "My parents would go totally mental."

She stopped laughing, her face turning forlorn as she drew back from Sam and stared down at the picture.

"Are they still alive?" she asked, a tremble in her voice.

"Yeah..." said Sam. "They live in a retirement home in Florida. They don't come around very often."

Kitty traced a finger over their faces.

"I wonder if they miss me." she said quietly. "Or if they were glad to be rid of the family embarrassment."

Sam didn't answer, she had wondered the same thing herself, if her parents would even care if she died. They hadn't given her a lot of reason to think they would.

She rested a sympathetic hand on Kitty's arm.

"Oh, you have a friend over bubbeleh?" a croaky voice spoke from the bedroom doorway.

Sam and Kitty both turned to see Ida Manson shuffling into the room, cleaning her glasses with her sleeve.

"Sorry Grandma, we didn't mean to be too loud." Sam apologised. "This is my... um, friend, Kitty. Kitty this is my Grandma Ida-"

"Ida?!" Kitty shot to her feet, staring in shock at the old woman. "Aunt Ida?!"

Ida squinted at Kitty, before quickly setting her glasses back on her face.

"Well as I live and breath, is that you Kathy?"

"Oh my god this is getting super weird." Sam whispered.

Kitty leapt over the ottoman to wrap Ida up in a tight hug, the old woman was surprised for a moment, but held her warmly in return.

"It's me Aunt Ida! Not really living or breathing but it's me!" Kitty laughed breathlessly.

"Oh my goodness, when all the ghosts started showing up all over town I wondered if I would ever see someone I knew." She rubbed comforting circles on Kitty's back as the ghost choked on a few sobs. "It's good to see you again Kathy."

Ida pulled away and wiped a tear from Kitty's face.

"And I'm so glad you aren't stuck wearing what your parents buried you in."

Kitty couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

"Let me guess, it was that putrid blue dress, wasn't it?"

"The dress wasn't nearly as bad as what they did to your hair." Ida snickered, patting Kitty's hand. "It had little ribbons in it and everything."

"I almost forgot you." Kitty placed her palm gently against Ida's face. "You were the only one in the family who ever loved me for being me, and I almost forgot you. I'm so sorry, I should have come to find you sooner but I just-"

"Shhhh, it's okay bubbeleh." Ida grasped her hand tight. "I think being dead is a pretty good excuse for forgetting a few things."

Sam stood beside the lounge, watching the two in shock, she wasn't entirely certain whether or not to intrude. Whatever she had been expecting to discover with Kitty today, it certainly hadn't been this.

Though in hindsight, it did explain Kitty's familiarity with Sam, people always said she had taken after her Grandma.

Ida let go of Kitty and hobbled over to the photo album still sitting on the lounge.

"Oh you don't want to look at that album." she said, as she shoved it onto the coffee table. She wandered to the other side of the room and began rummaging around in a small cupboard. "You want this one."

She pulled out a book with well worn, peeling edges. Pieces of the plastic sleeves had cracked off and crumbled away. It was old, and weatherbeaten, it was obvious that Ida had looked through it many many times.

"Here we go." she sat down in the middle of the lounge, gesturing for the two girls to come sit beside her. "These are the forbidden photos."

She opened the pages, the photos inside were entirely different from the 'official' album, there were no perfectly poised, prim and proper photos of people in nice, presentable clothes. They were all candid shots, people in the middle of eating or laughing, some were stumbling around blind drunk, a few were smoking joints. There were pictures from parties and protest rallies, in backyards and drive ins.

There was a picture of Jeremy as a young boy, grinning with one of his front teeth missing and grass in his hair.

"Only in this family would losing your baby teeth make a photo 'unsavoury'." Ida grizzled as she continued through the album. "I saved so many pictures that my husband would have thrown out otherwise."

"Ugh, Uncle Peter was such a prude, he wouldn't even let me in the house if I didn't have my shoulders covered up." Kitty rolled her eyes.

"He used to be so much more relaxed when we were young." Ida sighed. "He changed when he inherited his father's business, he forgot how to have fun."

A few pages later Kitty squealed in excitement.

"Oh my god! That's Frankie! She was my best friend, we used to do everything together!"

The Kitty in the photo looked far more like the Kitty Sam knew. Her hair was teased up, and she was wearing a crop top and a miniskirt. The other girl, Frankie, had short curled hair and a leather jacket. They each had an arm around the others' shoulder and grinned wildly.

"I love this one." Ida smiled as she pulled the picture out of the sleeve. "That was the night I gave you a lift to that concert."

"Oh that show was sooo good! I got my nose pierced there! It got so infected, Mom grounded me for a month." Kitty laughed.

"Man, and I thought I was cool for skipping school to go see Circus Gothica." Sam grinned. "I'm gonna have to come home with a tattoo next time."

"I can't believe I forgot about Frankie, I can't believe I forgot about all of this." Kitty held the photo close to her chest, a few tears running down her face. "I'm so glad it's not gone for good."

She kept the photo in hand as they looked through the rest of the album. There were many pictures of Ida, all of them with other people of all walks of life.

"Oh this was when you took us to that pride parade!" Kitty smiled. "You made Frankie so happy, and you knew a lot of the drag queens there, like a LOT."

"Grandma took me to a drag show when I was 10," said Sam. "Even took me backstage to meet them all, my parents thought we went to the theatre to see Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh I have photos from that." Ida flipped through the pages, getting closer to the end of the album. "Here we are, oh Evelyn just LOVED you."

Sam looked at the picture of Evelyn, frowning slightly.

"Oh weird, she kinda looks like Mr Lancer's sister, he keeps her photo on his desk..." Sam paused as she processed what she just said. "That's not his sister is it?"

"You probably shouldn't bring it up." said Ida gently. "Teachers can get in trouble for associating with this sort of thing."

"That's so bogus!" Kitty cried. "I really thought this kinda stuff would be better in the future!"

"It is," Ida assured her. "But we're a long way from perfect."

Ida flipped back through the album, searching for more pictures of Kitty and Frankie. There were a good few of them, each one Ida pulled out and passed over for Kitty to look at and hold onto.

"Oh woah, is that Johnny?" Sam pointed to a picture of Kitty sitting on the back of a motorcycle with a blonde boy. "He looks exactly the same, just a little less pale."

"Oh, did Johnny come back as a ghost too?" Ida asked.

"Yeah! We've been together all this time, in sickness and in death." Kitty beamed. "Mom and dad blamed him for everything I did, even if he wasn't around when I did it. They said him and Frankie were 'corrupting' me."

She rolled her eyes.

"I bet they blamed him for my death too. They'd be so mad if they knew we were still together."

"Just goes to show they had no chance of keeping you two apart." Ida said. "Not even death could do that."

Kitty held the photo tight in both hands, her shoulders began to shake slightly.

"It was my fault you know." she said with a trembling little giggle. "Funny huh? My parents always blamed him for everything, but in the end it was my fault we got hit. We were havin' a fight over somethin' stupid and I distracted him-"

Ida wrapped an arm around Kitty, patting her head comfortingly as she laid it against the old woman's shoulder.

"I think you're being too hard on yourself bubbeleh." Ida whispered gently into her hair. "It was raining, the truck that hit you was running a red light, the driver was charged for both your deaths. Even if you did distract him, you weren't the only card at play that night."

She gave Kitty a light shake.

"And don't think I didn't see the way Johnny used to drive that thing, he was reckless. I have no doubt that he wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been." She placed a kiss on the girl's forehead and squeezed her tight. "It's not fair to hold all of that responsibility on yourself, even if you both did everything right, that truck still would have run that red light, it still would have been raining. It was just pure rotten luck."

Sam had never heard a ghost talk about their death before, even Danny didn't like talking about his accident, and asking about it was incredibly taboo. Sam had been pushing her luck earlier just by mentioning the car crash.

It said a lot about Kitty's love for Ida that she chose to open up about it. Sam couldn't say she was surprised, her Grandma had always been like that. Never anything but an endless well of love and support, and the occasional kick in the pants if you needed it.

"Johnny's always had rotten luck." Kitty sniffed. "Follows him like a shadow."

"Literally." Sam snorted.

After a few more moments, Ida pulled herself away from Kitty, she got up and began rooting through the cupboards, muttering to herself.

"Aha, here it is."

She brought over an empty photo album, it was roughly the size of a small pocketbook, containing only one photo sleeve per page.

"I meant to fill this with photos for Sam to keep." Ida admitted as she shuffled back over to the girls. "But I don't think she'll mind donating it to a good cause."

She winked at Sam, who nodded back.

"Here," Ida pressed the little album into Kitty's hands. "Memories are a fickle thing, but photos are forever."

"I can't take these!" Kitty insisted, pushing the album back. "They're your memories too!"

"Oh my god you're both so old." Sam laughed, "Dad has a printer/scanner. I can make copies."

As Sam took the polaroids to her dad's office, Ida and Kitty pored over the rest of the album, Kitty picking out more photos to copy. She chose a few of Ida and Sam, and even one of Carrie.

"She was a total loser and I hated her but I don't hate remembering her, you know? I want to remember everything, even the bad stuff."

She took a photo of her parents, just one.

When Sam came back with the last batch of photos, Ida finished slipping them into the little album.

"There's still a few sleeves left." Sam pointed out, holding up her phone with a smile. "We've got room for a couple of family reunion pics."

The two girls squished up against Ida as Sam snapped as many shots as she could. Ones where they smiled, ones where they laughed, ones where they laid haphazardly across the lounge together.

Then Sam took a few candids of just Kitty and Ida, as they looked through the new album they'd just made together. Capturing Kitty laughing at something as Ida looked at her with a soft, loving smile.

Kitty clutched the album to her chest as she gave Ida a long, drawn out hug.

"Thank you so much." she said, her voice thick with gratitude. "It's like I can see my life in colour again."

She left the house with the assurance that she would always be welcome back, at any time, and a promise that she would always be looking out for her 'new favourite cousin'.

Sam flicked through the photos she took on her phone, she would have to make sure to have copies printed by the time Kitty returned to visit.

She knew Kitty coming over regularly was going to make things complicated, her apparent newfound protectiveness over Sam could potentially backfire in many spectacular ways, she was petty and troublesome when in the right mood.

But then again, so was Ida, and so was Sam.

At least she had better things to do now than beat up strangers' mail boxes, Danny was certainly going to be glad to hear that.

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PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE

spell [3]. | corpse husband

part one ; part two

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff

-> Warnings: Anxiety, Self Doubt, Cursing, Hate Comments

-> A/N: here’s the long awaited part three! it’s definitely longer than the last chapters, but genuinely thank you all for 300 followers in literally 4 days lol. also, i wrote this under the small assumption that corpse’s main love language is physical touch!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You didn’t realize that it was possible to shake so much. You were practically panicking- just from standing in front of an apartment door, ready to knock and meet the man who changed your life.

You’d woken up this morning bright and early. The Facetime call was still on with Corpse and small snores could be heard from his line. You had prayed that he’d gotten at least more than an hour, but doubted it as you hung up and sent a message about when you’d be leaving.

Corpse soon messaged back saying that he was awake as you finally finished packing- you’d stopped last night when he called- so you got in your car and drove the two hours it took to get to San Diego.

So now you stood in front of his apartment, practically trembling. Why you were so anxious, you didn’t know. You’d been talking to him for how long now? And it was never awkward.

But things could easily change when you met him in real life, couldn’t they?

You shook those thoughts out of your head and mustered up enough courage to knock on Corpse’s door, already becoming out of breath from such a simple gesture.

A crash sounded from in the apartment, followed by a small ‘fuck’ that made your heart flip. Soon after, the door opened and you looked up, finally coming eye to eye with him. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face, mirroring his own as he smiled at you as well.

“Hi.” You internally smacked yourself for not saying more, but that’s truly all that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Hey. You’re uh- you’re so much prettier in real life.” Corpse responded, looking nearly everywhere but you.

You flushed. “And you’re super attractive, but I already suspected that.”

You could tell he was taken aback by your compliment because he suddenly became even more shy, silently moving out of the doorway and gesturing for you to enter.

“I’m going to film again with everyone in a few minutes, but first I can show you my bedroom so you can make yourself comfortable.” Corpse said after he closed the door. “You can sleep in there and I’ll stay on the couch-“

“Absolutely not.” You interjected, “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“But you’re the guest and I’m not about to let you sleep on my couch.”

“And you’re the owner of this apartment and I’m not going to take over your space like that. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

Corpse groaned and reached his arm out towards you. You thought he was going to just shove your shoulder away for being stubborn, but instead he wrapped his arm completely around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as a hug. You grinned and turned, giving him a full hug and resting your cheek against his chest as his chin laid on your head.

“I’m for real glad you came to visit.” He murmured into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter before letting go. “Do you wanna stream with me tonight or just chill and watch?”

꧁꧂

“Corpse is streaming Among Us again with Sean, Felix, Rae, Sykkuno, Dave, and Leslie!”

“Where’s Y/N? I miss #CorpseY/N !!”

Twitter was truly your go-to platform when you were bored. You’d been scrolling on it for about thirty minutes now, laying on a small couch that Corpse had in his gaming room.

The man himself was sitting across the room at his desk, talking loudly as he defended himself from being accused as Imposter.

You continued to scroll, feeling a little anxious that somehow Corpse just magically knew that you were looking through your ship tag with him. These were your only worried thoughts until you went past your first… unsavory comment of the day.

“Y/N isn’t playing with them again today. Maybe she finally got the hint that they don’t want her around.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored it, but couldn’t help the rather loud sigh that escaped your lips.

“Hey, guys, I’m going to mute the mic for a second. Everything’s good, don’t worry.” Corpse said into his mic before turning around and facing you. “Is everything okay?”

Turning the phone off and laying it on your chest, you contemplated telling Corpse the truth. He’d just worry about you and you didn’t want that. But he already was worried about you- he’d muted Among Us just to check on you.

“Why are people so mean to others?”

Corpse studied you for a minute before patting his lap. “Come here.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You're excused. Now come here.”

You stood up and cautiously walked towards the man, who sat before you expectantly. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap sideways. Your back rested against one arm of his gaming chair while your legs draped across the other.

Corpse had one arm reaching around your back, placing his fingers on the keyboard while the other rested on top of your knees, grabbing the computer mouse. You laid your head on Corpse’s shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.

“It’s in that shipping hashtag, isn’t it? I swear- whoever says that shit about you is dead wrong. Tell me if it gets worse, I’ll put them back in their fucking place. Nobody gets to decide who I’m with or who’s worthy of me.”

You only nodded and closed your eyes, breathing in Corpse’s cologne as he unmuted his mic once more to defend his honor, much like he was ready to defend you.

꧁꧂

Your body ached.

As you had argued your first day with Corpse, you’d been sleeping on his couch for four days now. The first night was okay- his couch was rather comfortable, but it didn’t compare to a bed. Now, your back, shoulders, and neck were killing you.

Every day, 7am would roll around and you would wake up, the soreness preventing you from sleeping in longer.

Usually, you would go into Corpse’s room and talk to him as he messed around on his laptop while sitting in his bed, but today when you entered, he was finally sleeping. It was the first time you’d seen him rest since you’d arrived and you quietly left, not wanting to disturb his much-needed sleep.

You made your way to his small kitchen, pulling out the few groceries that he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast.

Corpse often ate fast foods and takeout, and apologized earlier in the week for not having much to eat. You reassured him that it was okay- that him just letting you visit was enough- and now, you were determined to make it up to him with the best breakfast in bed ever.

You were halfway through making breakfast when the soft thump of feet echoed in the doorway before a chin planted itself on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cookin?” You practically shuddered at Corpse’s morning voice before suddenly gasping and shoving him out of the kitchen.

“No! No!” You pushed him back to his room, “Stay! Go back to bed, now!”

Right as you turned to go back to the kitchen, Corpse caught your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You practically squealed as you fell, making him laugh.

“Why? What’s going on?” He turned to face you with a teasing smile.

“I was making you breakfast in bed! I was gonna surprise you when you woke up, but you ruined it.” You pouted.

“Aw, poor baby.” His hand reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face before he traced down your jawline, reaching your chin and using his finger to tilt it up. “I think I’ve got a better surprise, though.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Your heart stopped, but you almost immediately melted into his kiss, bringing your own hand up to cup his cheek while his moved to rest on your waist.

Corpse soon propped himself up on his elbow, never once leaving your lips- just deepening the kiss. He smiled and gave you a few more pecks before finally pulling away and looking at you in adoration.

“Those little hate comments? They’re wrong. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’ve still got me under a little spell and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Corpse, you deserve the world and I’d be honored to be the one to give it to you.”

“God, you’re perfect for me.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You could only lay beneath him, admiring the man who was now yours. Corpse leaned down again to capture you in another kiss, but you suddenly jerked away before you could lose yourself again.

“Shit, the pancakes!”

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Evans

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous after he witnesses a moment between you and Chris Evans

Masterlist

As much as you loved filming the movies, your favorite part about being in the MCU was going to the conventions.

You loved getting on stage with your cast mates and answering questions. You especially loved when you got to attend the conventions with your best friend Tom. Your fondest memories with him were made during nights following a convention. You’d always get a joint hotel room and stay up late, too buzzed on adrenaline from the panel to fall asleep.

Going to conventions with Tom usually opened up a whole new debate on the nature of your relationship. Snap chats and Instagram stories made from the same hotel room always set off more theories that you were dating. You weren’t, but you didn’t mind the theories.

The current panel you were at was no different from the others. The whole cast stood in a line, with you sandwiched between Tom and Mackie. You listened along to all the questions asked until you heard your name.

“Chris, you and Y/n worked together in the past on Scott Pilgrim vs The World, where you played one of her evil ex boyfriends.” The journalist said to Chris Evans. “How did you react when you heard she was joining the MCU cast?

“I was really happy about it.” Chris said into his mic. “I’ll admit, I had a bit of a crush on Y/n when we were filming Scott Pilgrim so I was very excited when she got added to the cast.”

Tom felt his ears turn pink when he heard Chris’s confession. It was no secret that he liked you, but he had no idea Chris liked you too. He looked to you to see your reaction, mouth going dry when he saw the shocked smile on your face.

“Are you serious?” You laughed in surprise. “I had a crush on you too.”

Tom turned away a little, suddenly feeling a sick feeling in his stomach. He didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“What?” He raised his eyebrows. “How did I not know?”

“Because I was awkward and shy and didn’t know how to talk to you.” You said sheepishly as you pressed a cold hand to your face. “But I swear, I told Michael and Anna all about it.”

Tom lowered his microphone so the crowd couldn’t hear him gulp. He didn’t know why it bothered him as much as it did to know you and Chris had feelings for each other. You had filmed Scott Pilgrim a few years back, so the feelings were long gone by now. Still, it sent a white hot jealously through Toms veins as he watched you and Chris smile at each other.

“I can’t believe you never told me.” Chris chuckled. “I actually remember being upset that we didn’t have a kiss in the movie. I was like, how am I playing one of her boyfriends but we don’t get to kiss?”

“Aw.” Tom forced a laugh. “Poor you.”

The audience laughed at his joke, but you never took your eyes off Chris.

“I was genuinely upset about it at the time.” Chris continued. “I think I called my mom to complain.”

Tom watched with a tight jaw as you held your hand over your heart and beamed. You were obviously loving the attention from Chris while Tom was hating it.

“Hey, I didn’t write the script.” You shrugged. “I definitely would’ve thrown one in there if I had.”

“I think the movie is perfect as it is.” Tom cut in, earning a few laughs. “I don’t think there needed to be a kiss. Kisses are stupid anyway.”

“Wait a minute, we almost kissed in the last movie too.” Chris remembered. “To like hide our faces from HYDRA agents or something.”

“That’s right.” You gasped. “They took it out before we ever shot it.”

“Such a shame.” Chris clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “Missed you twice now.”

The reaction from the audience made you hide your face in embarrassment, feeling your face hot to the touch.

“I promise, you’re not missing much.” You laughed shyly.

“Yeah, well.” Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “I bet I was.”

Just when Tom thought it couldn’t get any worse, he saw an idea pop into your head.

“Wait, hold my mic.” You said as you handed your microphone to Anthony.

Tom could only watch as you walked across the stage and put your hands on either side of Chris’s face before pulling him into a kiss. The audience was deafening as Chris kissed you back. It didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make all the color drain from Toms face. You both pulled away laughing, Chris with his signature hand over his left side. You clapped your hands as you laughed before walking back to your spot.

“Well damn.” Anthony said into his microphone. “I didn’t get to kiss her either.”

“Yeah.” Sebastian teased. “Do we all get some of that?”

“Shut up.” You laughed shyly as you fixed your hair. “There. Now you got your kiss.”

“Thank you.” Chris laughed into his microphone. “I was not expecting that.”

“Neither was I.” Tom mumbled, his microphone hanging limply at his side. The rest of the panel went by without any further flirtations, but Tom wouldn’t have known if there had been. He had completely zoned out, too upset with what he had seen to focus.

~

You unlocked the door to your shared hotel room and saw Tom sitting at the kitchen table. His face was buried in his phone and he skimmed through the endless amount of tweets about the kiss from earlier. It was only making him more angry to see thousands of gifs and pictures of it, as well as all the messages from fans saying what a cute couple you and Chris made, but he couldn’t stop. He was too busy scrolling to hear you come in.

“Hey.” You smiled at him as you set your stuff down. “You did such a good job out there. I swear, you always get the most laughs. It’s not fair.”

“Hm.” Tom nodded, keeping his eyes on his phone. “Thanks.”

“Is everything okay?” You frowned when you noticed his standoffish behavior. You walked over to him and reached out to touch him, but he moved away.

“Yeah.” He shrugged unconvincingly. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”

“I didn’t ask if we were fine.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Are we not fine?”

“I said we were fine.” He held up his hands in annoyance. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes a little. “Sorry I asked.”

Tom gave you a sarcastic smile and went back to his phone, completely ignoring you now. You didn’t know what his problem was, but you knew you didn’t want to fight.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? You can pick this time.” You offered, trying to offer an olive branch.

“Actually, I’m kinda tired.” He said faintly. “I think I’m just gonna turn in.”

“Really? It’s so early.” You checked your phone and saw it was only 8 pm. “And I’m bored.”

“Yeah?” He finally looked up at you. “Then why don’t you go see what Evans is up to? I’m sure he’d love to finish what you started on stage today.”

You jutted your head back in surprise, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. He looked partial to guilty for snapping at you, but his anger was the most prominent emotion.

“What?” You laughed in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you kissing Evans in front of all those people.” He snapped. “I didn’t even know you liked him like that.”

You laughed again, thinking he had to be joking. You never said it out loud, but you assumed Tom knew you liked him. After all, you were the only cast mates sharing a hotel room.

“I don’t.” You said, unsure where that accusation came from.

“Yeah?” He cocked his head. “Cause it kinda looked like you did.”

“I don’t.” You repeated. “I used to when we were filming Scott Pilgrim a few years ago but I stopped before we even wrapped.”

“Then why did you kiss him?” Tom asked, his voice wearing thin.

“I don’t know. We were joking around.” You shrugged it off. “It was for the fans, if anything. You know how much they love that stuff.”

“They would’ve loved it just as much if you had just blown him a kiss.” Tom said. “You didn’t have to kiss him.”

“Who cares?” You asked. “Everyone loved it.”

“Not everyone.” He stated, keeping his eyes on the ground. You looked at him for a moment, realizing you had never seen him act like this.

“Why are you getting so upset about this?” You asked calmly, still not understanding.

“Because what you did upset me.” He shouted as he gestured to himself.

“Why?” You raised your voice as well now. “It was just a stupid joke. It had nothing to do with you.”

“It wasn’t a joke to me.” He shook his head. “Watching you practically run across the stage to kiss him in front of all those people was not a joke.”

“I didn’t run across the stage.” You said, starting to get annoyed. “I walked to him and kissed him. That’s it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Did you like it?” He asked with an unreadable expression.

“What?”

“Did you like kissing him?” He repeated as he let out a shaky breath.

“You know how it feels to kiss other actors.” You shrugged. “It just felt like lips on lips.”

“You must have some sort of feelings for him to kiss him like that.” He said, his eyes looking glassy.

“So what if I do?” You retorted, angry with him now for yelling at you.

“What?” His voice came out in a whisper. “Do you?”

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying? I don’t have feelings for Evans. But if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Because maybe you haven’t realized this yet, but you’re not my boyfriend.” You yelled, making him retreat into himself.

The silence that followed was deafening, making you feel guilty for what you said. You felt like you popped the happy bubble that you and Tom lived in, the one where you never confronted your feelings for each other but understood that they were there. Tom sucked in a sharp breath and let out a long sigh as he looked you in the eyes. He gave you a sad smile and nodded his head as if he was reluctantly agreeing with you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom was already moving past you. His shoulder brushed yours as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there in shock, unsure of what just happened. You felt like you had just broken up with someone you were never actually with. You covered your mouth with your hand, ashamed with what you had said to him. You hit him where you knew it would hurt him and now he was gone.

~

Despite sharing a hotel room, you didn’t see Tom until the next morning. He was eating breakfast at the kitchen counter, not looking at you as you made coffee. You sighed and sat down next to him, knowing you had to make things right before you went out to do press. You didn’t want to spend a full day doing interviews with him without resolving the fight.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you yesterday.” You began as you watched his face for his reaction. “It was mean of me to tell you you weren’t my boyfriend like that.”

“It’s okay.” He mumbled as he stirred his tea. “You don’t have to apologize. You were right. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“We need to talk about yesterday.” You said softly as you looked at him. You could tell he was still bitter about the kiss.

“I don’t want-“

“We have to.” You cut him off. “We had a fight and now we need to talk about it.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes before slumping in his seat.

“You start.” You said as you put your folded hands on the table.

“I don’t know where to start.” He mumbled.

“Just tell me how you feel.” You suggested. Tom sighed as he put his words together in his mind, wanting to make things right just as much as you did.

“I didn’t like it even you kissed Chris.” He said softly, keeping his eyes on the table.

“I got that part.” You tried to joke. “Why?”

“Because he’s older and taller and bigger than me.” Tom listed off.

“And?” You were confused.

“And I can’t compete.” Tom whispered, hanging his head in shame. The fragility in his voice made your heart break and you realized he was never angry with you.

He was heartbroken.

“Tommy, you don’t have to compete with anyone.” You said softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“I didn’t think I had to.” He continued. “I thought I had you. I know we don’t really talk about…us, but I thought we had an unspoken agreement that we liked each other. I know I liked you and I thought you liked me back until you…”

“Until I what?” You asked.

“Kissed another boy.” He laughed sadly. “Sorry. A man. Captain freaking America.”

“You were jealous.” You realized, trying to fight back a smile. “That’s why you threw your little tantrum.”

“How could I not be?” He looked up. “Have you seen how broad his shoulders are?”

You had to laugh, which made him crack a smile. The tension had disappeared and you had entered new territory, so you decided to keep going.

“And have you seen the way I look at you?” You teased him. “Or the way I immediately go to you in a crowded room? Have you seen how I’m always finding a way to touch you? Does any of that sound familiar?”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled sheepishly. “It does.”

“I like you too.” You admitted. “Of course I like you too. But I already told you, that kiss was just a joke. It was just for the fans.”

“I know.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “It just shook my confidence, you know? I figured if he wanted you too, I didn’t stand a chance.”

“I don’t want him.” You assured him. “I want you.”

Toms lips curved into a smile, a proud look coming across his face. He reached over and put his hand on top of yours, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I never should have yelled at you.” He said quietly as he stared at your hands. “I just hated that he got to kiss you before I did.”

“I get that.” You nodded. “But you can’t flip out and yell at me when you get a little jealous. You have to be okay with me being close to other people.”

“I know. I’m sorry that I got so jealous.” He shook his head at himself. “I’m not that guy. I don’t want you thinking that’s who I am.”

“I know who you are.” You leaned over the table and tilted his chin so he would look at you. “Why do you think I like you as much as I do?”

“I like hearing you say that.” He mumbled, keeping his eyes on your lips.

“I like saying it.” You smirked at him as you began to lean in.

Before your lips could touch, his phone buzzed, making both of you jump. Tom sighed and picked up his phone to see what the interruption was.

“Shoot. That’s Rachel.” He frowned. “She wants me down at hair and makeup. Can we talk about this later? This is really important to me and I don’t want to rush it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. “Go get your hair done. We’ll talk later.”

Tom gave you an apologetic smile before getting up and putting his cup in the sink. He moved to the door but you stood up.

“Tom, wait.” You called, quickly walking to where he was. You put your hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting it linger until you felt his cheeks heat up.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You told him, making him feel better about missing out on the kiss. He smiled softly and nodded before leaving the hotel room. You left to get your own hair and makeup done, an idea forming in your mind as you sat in your chair.

~

After getting hair and makeup done, you walked down to the lobby and went into one of the conference rooms. You saw the rest of the cast standing in a circle and went up to to them.

“There she is.” Anthony clapped as you walked up to the group. “Mrs. Evans.”

“Don’t start with that. You’re just mad it wasn’t you I was kissing out there.” You teased him, making him laugh.

“Maybe. I have a feeling I know who else is mad.” He said as he nodded his head to gesture to something behind you. You turned around and saw Tom approaching, a smile taking over your features at the sight of him. He gave you a knowing look and stood next to you as he joined the group.

“Hey guys.” He greeted, shooting Chris a quick look.

“There you are.” You smiled a little before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into a kiss. You felt his wide eyes flutter shut, eyelashes tickling you as he closed his eyes. He stepped forward to get closer to you before bringing his hand to face. The cast exchanged knowing looks right before you pulled away, a smile on both of your faces.

“Woah. When did that happen?” Scarlett nudged you.

“I thought it’d been happening for a while.” Anthony snorted. “Was I the only one?”

“No, I definitely saw something there. That’s why I was so surprised about yesterday.” Chris chuckled. You felt Tom tense up when he mentioned it, so you gave him a look. He relaxed and nodded, reminding himself he had nothing to be jealous of.

“I was surprised too.” He said, keeping his tone playful. “So don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t.” Chris held up his hands. “Dodger and I are very happen on our own. He’s not willing to share me with anyone.”

“He and I have that in common then.” Tom said as draped his arm around your shoulders.

“Whats that?” You asked as you looked at Tom. He gave you a soft smile before pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

“I don’t like to share.”

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i fell in LOVE with the ideas you gave me about streamer!eren so here we go! thank you again and i hope you enjoy <3

Jaegerbomb is Streaming

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Jaegerbomb is now streaming

Eren adjusted his mic as the stream began, it was a Friday night and he was doing his usual nightly stream. He talked about it on Twitter so he expected a lot of people to be tuning in tonight, as well as it was a Friday night and not many people had school the next day.

"What's up guys?" Eren said as he watched the views begin to go up and the viewers tuned in.

He watched people type in the chat sending the usual 'hi eren!' or the 'hey eren!' he was used to the these messages, a smile forming onto his face.

"Good to see you guys here again! I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna play tonight but we'll go with it," he said, looking at the different chats.

He began to read the different messages that were being sent, some people complimented him or asked how his day was to which he responded with 'thank you' or 'my night has been great'.

Eren was a popular streamer.

He gained popularity within a few months after he streamed with some pretty well known streamers, his raging and yelling is what got him noticed by people, as well as his appearance. People got a kick out of him all the time and he was definitely going places.

Eren was cute, he had emerald-like eyes, brown hair, a sly sexy smile, and he always looked amazing no matter what. It attracted female attention as well as some males, Eren didn't mind it though, he loved interacting with fans on a daily basis; he also had a pretty big fanbase with 400k followers on Twitter and 90k Instagram followers. They were all amazing people and Eren couldn't ask for better.

His rage was something people found to be hilarious, there were compilations of him yelling at Call of Duty or screaming when playing the popular horror games. There was also this one time Eren's mom walked in and yelled at him when he was being too loud, and people found it to be hilarious.

He called his fans the 'Jaegerists', his fanbase was very sweet and there was rarely any toxicity in it. Which in Eren's opinion, was very relieving.

When Eren got popular he was very nervous of the issues that came with it, sometimes people would recognize him on the street or people in his classes would bring up his streams. It was something Eren enjoyed, but he tended to keep his streaming life out of his personal life. It was also a request by Carla, his mother. She told Eren to be careful and always be wary of the internet.

He did exactly that and here he was now, sitting with 7k people watching him.

"What should I play tonight? I was thinking we could do Cold War or Minecraft, but being honest Cold War is a bit boring right now; so let me know guys!" Eren said, scrolling through his chat.

Within seconds people began replying saying either Cold War or Minecraft.

Suddenly, a few notifications started popping in from a few of his viewers.

jaegerbombfan10 donated 30 coins!

iloveeren_ donated 10 coins!

erenjaeger21 donated 5 coins!

Eren smiled as he got the donations, it was common for his viewers to donate to him and he was very thankful for it. He never begged his fans for donations or any of that and that's what people liked about Eren, he never asked for anything other than love and kindness.

"Thank you to those who donated! You're all amazing!" he said with a smile.

The usual kudos came into chat and people sent in hearts to the chat which made Eren feel 10x more happier, he enjoyed what his fans were doing for him and he was so thankful.

"Alright I think Minecraft won.. so today we're gonna do that," Eren added, narrowing his eyes a bit at the different chats which suggested the game.

Eren skimmed through his computer and began to load the game, it took a few moments but the main screen popped up and Eren put on his headset.

His eyes averted to the chat's people were sending in.

jaegerbombswife: eren u look so good

ereniloveyou_: minecraft is so cool eren

jaegerbombsbiggestfan: omg eren u look so cute right now ❤

jaegerist21: ooo minecraft? sounds fun eren!

"I feel like a mess right now but thank you guys, really. What music should I play tonight? Let me know in the chat," he said before turning back to the screen and entering his world.

It was pretty common for Eren to stream during the night, he doesn't really have the time during the day to stream since he has school and other important personal things to deal with.

He scrolled through the chats with different artists and songs, "You guys want Pop Smoke? I played him last time.. how about some The Kid Laroi? He has some good songs," he said, clicking through to find his spotify.

Eren clicked on a random song and went back to Minecraft, he started by running around and organizing his items because a few people in the chat were complaining about his inventory.

"Oh shush! Not everyone is perfect! My house is dope okay?" Eren said before chuckling a bit.

Suddenly, a few notifications came through which caught Eren's attention.

y/nloveseren donated 500 coins!

y/nloveseren donated 1000 coins!

y/nloveseren donated 800 coins!

That was surprising.. not many people donate three times in a row, and with that many coins either.

Eren watched as the user moved from the bottom of the donation list to the very top, whoever it was, they were donating a lot of coins to him.

"Yo! Y/nloveseren! Thank you for your donations!" he said, smiling to himself.

A few chats suddenly bubbled in.

jaegerist45: damn whoever that is they donated a lot.

jaegerbombsbiggestfan407: omg fr!

iloveueren77: eren i can donate later!

y/nloveseren: of course! ♡ you're one of my favorite streamers <3

Eren smiled at the message, "Nah thank YOU for donating! It's appreciated," he replied.

As Eren continued playing Minecraft throughout the night y/nloveseren continued to donate to him, they ended up donating about five or six times after and it was surprising for him. He hadn't ever seen this person in his streams before, he tends to remember usernames, but theirs didn't ring much of a bell. They must have been a silent viewer.

"You guys can ask some questions by the way! It's only midnight and I really wanna hear from you guys," he said, taking a sip of his water bottle.

Questions began to fill into the chat.

jaegerbombbbb21: eren will you ever play outlast?

erensimp34: how tall are you eren?

jaegerist0123: does ur mom know about u streaming?

erensbiggestfan31: are u single?

Eren skimmed through the different questions, some were the usual and some were odd. "Well to answer, I will play Outlast at some point. I am 6'1, my mom does know I stream, and yes I am single." he replied.

Many reactions came from the chat, people saying how sexy his height was or talking about how he was single.

y/nloveseren: ur single!? holy shit

Eren chuckled a bit, "Yeah I am single.. it's mainly 'cause I never really found anyone who was going to stick around you know?" he said.

y/nloveseren: can i place my minecraft bed next to yours then? ;)

Eren's eyes widened a bit from the message, his cheeks growing a light shade of pink; nobody has ever flirted with him on a stream before. Yeah people have called him sexy or said he was hot, but a flirt was never thrown.

"Y/nloveseren you definitely caught my attention with that.. but sure! I'll let you," he smirked.

The chat suddenly went wild with people sending in messages about what he said, others pointed out his blush or the way he was smirking right now.

jaegerist45: eren a simp? ooop

iloveyoueren_: what? :/ eren what about me 🙄?

erensimp34: SIMPPPP

erenishot386: did u guys see him blush? I GOT IT ON CAMERA

jaegerist219: omg he blushed? y/nloveseren keep talking!!

Eren smiled to himself, "Alright settle down guys! What they said was nice, okay? Nothing serious."

y/nloveseren: aw :( i was serious tho! you are quite the cutie <3 i deadass can't believe you noticed that message 😭!

y/nloveseren donated 400 coins!

"Thank you y/nloveseren! Seriously, you are kicking ass tonight," he said. "I'm definitely not the cutest but thank you, really!"

Within the next few hours, Eren and a few other viewers chatted about new games and a few embarrassing stories Eren told them. The one person who stood out to him though, was y/nloveseren. They donated a lot that night and Eren even chatted with them.

"Alright guys! I'll see you all soon! Goodnight," Eren said, waving at the camera.

jaegerist45: night eren!

iloveeren716: goodnight Eren! ♡

y/nloveseren: night Eren! sleep well <3

Eren stopped the stream and leaned back in his chair, who was y/nloveseren? And why couldn't he stop thinking about them?

-

The next few weeks of streaming were exciting for Eren, a few new games were released and he started playing them for his fans. He gained more popularity from the games as well and he was happy to see new people trickling in.

Though, Eren had another thing to look forward to when streaming.

(Y/N).

He actually ended up finding out her name, yes she was a girl.

During one of his streams he asked a few questions about her, of course she was happy to respond to Eren and he always looked forward to seeing her in his streams. She was his top donater and he was always excited to see her pop in, it was odd; Eren never felt this way before.

She was a fan, someone who looked up to him, yet Eren felt... excited to see her? He would get nervous if he didn't see her join a stream or he'd be disappointed if she left early, it was odd. He wasn't sure why he felt this way.

His fans pointed it out as well, they noticed Eren would smile a lot whenever he spoke to her or he would laugh at her jokes.

Eren never did that, not even with a fan.

He was sitting in his chair, the stream had just started and people began to fill in, he was going to play a bit of Call of Duty and then he would chill.

"What's up guys? How are we doing today?" Eren asked, looking at the screen.

erenfan21: hey Eren! i'm good

jaegerist45: yoo hey!

iloveeren1827: hi eren! how are you?

y/nloveseren: hi eren!! <3

Eren smiled seeing her pop into the chat, "I'm good guys, hi (Y/N). Good to see you," he replied.

As Eren played the game he couldn't help but look over to see if (Y/N) ever talked, he didn't want to miss a message from her. Sometimes he got so distracted he would end up dying or losing a round, a lot of people took notice.

"Bro Call of Duty makes me so mad," Eren said, his brows pinching together as he focused on the screen. "Maybe I should uh.." he trailed off as he looked at the chat.

Suddenly, his controller vibrated and it showed his character dying.

"Fuck!" Eren yelled, rolling his eyes. He then turned off the game and leaned back in his chair, he was clearly mad; his rage was something that entertained people and this was no different.

erensbiggestfan31: damn Eren you're mad again?

jaegerist187: shit guys he might rage

jaegerbomb1782: ah shit, u good eren?

y/nloveseren: eren? are you okay?

His eyes flickered towards the chat, "Yeah I'm good guys! That shit pissed me off, but I'll head back in." he said, pressing a few buttons to head into the game again.

y/nloveseren: yay!! 🥰 happy Eren is the best Eren!

y/nloveseren donated 700 coins!

He smiled to himself again. She always made him smile.. it was something she did to him, she had this effect no other fan could put on him.

"Say (Y/N).. you donate a lot and I always see you here.. yet, I don't think you've ever followed me before," he said, looking at the screen.

The chat began to blow up.

jaegerist45: OOOOO 👀

iloveeren167: oh shit? eren?

y/nloveseren: i'm just shy 😭 plus i doubt you respond to dms

He ran his fingers through his brunette locks, twirling one of the strands in his fingers. "I do actually respond to dms, but you're shy? That's cute lowkey.. I actually have an idea," he smirked.

y/nloveseren: and that is? 👀

erensimp34: A CHALLENGE? y/n omg

jaegerist45: oh shit.. IM INTERESTED

jaegerbombfan20: SHE GETTING BOLD 😩

"If I win this next round of COD you gotta give me your Instagram," he said, leaning back on his chair.

The chat began to blow up with messages of people hyping (Y/N) up, a grin formed onto Eren's face seeing what people were saying. He hoped that she wasn't uncomfortable with what he said, that's the last thing Eren would ever want.

y/nloveseren: bet, deal.

His eyes widened a bit, "Shit for real? Just know I'm not forcing you, but I'm curious about you."

y/nloveseren: nah! you're fine ;) let's see if you win though

Eren smirked when his eyes scanned over the message, "Alright.. say less," he said.

He entered the game and started playing the round, he made sure to keep extra focused so he wouldn't lose. That was the last thing he wanted, he was interested in what (Y/N) was like; she was definitely intriguing.

Eren pressed his thumbs and fingers into the controller, his grip tight enough that his knuckles were white; his fans even noticed and told him it wasn't that serious, but Eren didn't care. He wanted to win and losing is something Eren hated.

Suddenly the screen flashed the victory and Eren put his hands in the air. "Hell yeah! You guys see that? Jaegerbomb is the winner!" he yelled with a smile on his face.

His chat was going crazy.

jaegerist45: YO GOOD JOB EREN

erensimp13: omg nice job eren!

jaegerbombfan20: dude u did so good!!

Eren's smile widened looking at the chat, he always enjoyed his fans telling him he was doing great.

y/nloveseren: you actually won, damn. i didn't think you would have 😭, but since you did.. you want my instagram?

Eren leaned back in his chair, "Hell yeah! Hand it over," he replied.

y/nloveseren: it's y/n.l/n!

He grabbed his phone and went to Instagram, the chat was blowing up yet again when people saw her actually put her Instagram in. They hyped her up and even told Eren that he was a lucky guy for that.

Eren found her profile instantly, he scrolled through her photos and his eyes went wide; she was gorgeous. Eren was used to pretty girls talking or messaging with him, but she.. she was different and he felt it; he couldn't help but stare at the different photos of her in the mirror or the selfies she had with a pretty smile.

He looked at the chat and moved his headset to the side, "Yo.. guys.." he said, staring at the screen.

Instantly people began asking questions. "Guys.. she is fucking gorgeous, (Y/N) you're so cute holy shit," he said, smiling to himself.

jaegerist45: YOOO EREN IS A SIMP

iloveeren3827: awe 🥺

erensimp13: SHOW USSSS

jaegerbombfan20: is she pretty? y/n omg ur so lucky

erensbiggestfan928: simpppp

jaegerist2827: DID YOU GUYS SEE HIS SMILE?

His smile turned into a frown when he saw that (Y/N) wasn't talking in the chat anymore. Did he make her uncomfortable? He didn't force her into sending it, maybe she was uncomfortable and she just didn't want to say anything.

"Yo.. (Y/N) are you there? Shit did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry," Eren said, putting his phone on his desk.

He shook his leg watching the different people responding to what was going on, a few people apologized to her; they said that they didn't mean to make her feel weird or force her into telling Eren her Instagram.

His eyes flickered when he saw her name.

y/nloveseren: omg no! you didn't make me uncomfortable at all :) thank you for your comments tho! 💗 you made me smile

Eren felt relief wash over him, "Ugh thank god! I thought I made you feel grossed out! But it's my pleasure.. you are beautiful," he said.

People started to leave messages like 'awe <3' or 'omg guys Eren is so simping right now'. All in all, he found (Y/N) extremely attractive and he decided to follow her, he silently prayed that maybe just maybe.. they would talk outside of the stream.

Eren noticed how late it was, it was currently 2:31 A.M. and he usually went to sleep earlier on Sunday's because of his classes.

"Alright guys! I'm gonna end it here, it is really late where I live so I'm probably gonna head to sleep. Goodnight everyone! Thank you for tuning in!" he said while waving at the camera.

Everyone wished Eren a good night and he ended the stream. He rubbed his tired eyes and went to shut off the light in his room, all he wanted was to relax and get a good night's rest.

He placed his phone onto the nightstand and rolled over to the other side of his bed, his body relaxing into the sheets and comfort of his mattress.

A sudden ping woke him up.

It was odd, nobody usually texted Eren this late except for maybe Armin who reminded him to keep quiet while he studied but Armin was out that night with Annie.

Reaching for his phone, the screen lit up; he had a notification from Instagram. More specifically, a direct message.

He unlocked his phone and noticed he had a dm from (Y/N), she actually texted him; a smile grew onto his face as he opened it up.

(Y/N): hey! i doubt you're awake, but i wanted to message you and say hey <3!

He instantly began typing back.

Eren: hey! i was about to go to bed but i wanted to respond to your message, so you're y/nloveseren right?

Within seconds she viewed the message and began typing again.

(Y/N): haha, yeah that's me! i've been watching you stream for a really long time, but i was a silent fan. i got a job recently and i decided to donate since you have always put a smile on my face lol.

Eren: wow really? that's sick! it's so cool to meet you, i always look forward to seeing your name in my streams 😭. how old are you btw?

(Y/N): it's cool speaking with you too! i'm 19 btw!

Eren was surprised, she was around his age? Some of his fans were under 18 or around 20+, but he was surprised to see someone the same age as him around. Most of the girls around his age weren't interested in streamers or gaming in general.

Eren: say uh.. do you mind maybe, getting to know one another? only if you're cool with it of course

He chewed his bottom lip waiting for a reply back, he wasn't sure what she would say. He didn't want to come off as the creepy streamer who talks to fans and does weird shit with them.

(Y/N): really? sure! i'm down :)!!

He smiled seeing the message, maybe this girl was worth losing sleep over.

-

Eren spent the last few days talking to (Y/N), he would stay up past 3 A.M. texting with her about life and getting to know her deeper.

The two connected instantly that night, (Y/N) was an university student studying psychology and she had a job at a local cafe near her apartment outside campus. She was interested in gaming and she told Eren that she had been watching his streams for a few months, she found him to be entertaining and he was one of the few streamers that weren't weird.

They shared a lot of the same experiences on a lot of things. Eren told her about the many relationships he had and how the girls instantly thought he was weird or boring for wanting to stream instead of having a career. (Y/N) had just gotten out of a really bad relationship and she told him that her ex found it weird that she watched him.

As much as Eren really liked the vibes he got from (Y/N), he was scared to get close with her. Armin warned him many times about how some 'fans' aren't actually fans, they con people and gain their trust to expose them later. Eren didn't want to be used for money or any of that, that would be the end of him.

Still though, Eren wanted to talk to her more. He hadn't ever gotten like this with a fan before, but maybe.. this could be different?

Eren was laying in bed that night, he decided not to stream because he was tired and he just felt really lazy. He was doing the usual, texting (Y/N) and listening to music.

(Y/N): what are you up to?

Eren: i'm just laying down, listening to music. wbu?

(Y/N): i was wondering if you maybe wanted to.. facetime? of course we don't have to but i feel like it could be cool?

Eren looked up for a second, maybe a facetime would be good; it could help him get to know her more and maybe he could find out if she was looking to fuck around with him.

Eren: sure! here's my number

He sent her his number and sat up, he wanted to look decent for her anyway. He fixed his messy hair and tied it back into a bun, then he zipped up his sweater.

His heart began to race, why was he feeling this way? It was just a fan nothing he couldn't handle, he silently hoped that she wouldn't think he was weird or anything.

His phone suddenly began to ring, he rushed over to his bed and grabbed his phone. It was an unsaved number so he assumed it was (Y/N). He fixed his hair and clicked the green answer button.

"Hey!" Eren said, his smile showing as he saw (Y/N) behind the screen.

She giggled, "Oh my God hi! You're so much cuter behind the screen," she replied.

Eren chuckled, "Thank you.. you're very beautiful yourself."

Her cheeks grew hot, "You're sweet but.. what's up? How are you doing tonight?" she asked with a smile on her face.

Eren leaned back in his chair, "I'm doing good, what about you? Do you work tonight?" he asked.

"No I don't actually.. that's why I decided to call you since I had some free time. Are you streaming today?" she asked.

He shook his head, "Nah.. I uh.. I decided not to since I was tired and I honestly was too lazy to get on," he chuckled.

"Oh Jaegerbomb is lazy huh? That's odd, you usually have so much energy." she giggled.

Eren smiled at her words, "Yeah I'm pretty lazy sometimes.. but y/nloveseren just insisted we facetime," he said in a dramatic tone.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh shush! I was being sweet and plus I was bored, so be thankful I asked." she said, giggling a bit.

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh I see.. but I am thankful! You're a pretty sweet girl (Y/N), I love talking to you."

She felt bashful around him, Eren had this impact on her and she always had butterflies whenever his name popped up into her phone. He was sweet, attractive, exciting, and most of all he was an amazing listener; something (Y/N) never had.

"Thank you, Eren. You're a really sweet guy yourself," she replied, nodding her head to the side.

He propped his phone up on his bed, he adjusted himself so he was a bit comfortable. "Of course! You deserve it (Y/N)," he smiled.

The two talked for hours that night about so many things. They told each other different stories from their childhood, they talked about weird experiences they had, and they even got a bit personal with one another. Eren felt like that was a huge plus, he could never get this personal with anyone.

He loved the vibes he got from (Y/N), she was easy to talk to, funny, sweet, she matched his vibe and the two got along so well.

Eren had his mind made up.

She was worth losing sleep over.

-

A month or two had gone by since (Y/N) and Eren started talking. They were still very close and they talked pretty much all day everyday, that was something that rarely ever happened with a fan. Most of the time Eren wouldn't speak to fans long.

He considered her a friend, but he knew inside he wanted to be more than friends with her.

He was currently streaming at the moment, he was a bored; not much was going on and he was playing some Minecraft to pass the time. (Y/N) told him earlier in the day that she wouldn't be joining the stream till later because she was working late. It slightly disappointed him, but he knew that her personal life was important.

He sighed, "What do you guys wanna talk about? Ask me anything," he said, looking towards the chat.

A few questions bubbled into his chat, some were questions that he's answered before. But one question actually caught his eye..

jaegerist3452: what do you think about y/n?

He furrowed his brows for a second, why would they be asking about her? Sure, he told people that he was speaking to her and they talked outside of the streams, but nobody really asked.

"What do I think about (Y/N)? Oh, she's dope as hell. I love talking to her, there's a lot more I can say but I dunno.. she might not like it," he replied, leaning back in his chair.

His eyes scanned back over to the chat where everyone was spamming telling him to say it and that she probably wouldn't judge him.

"You guys really want to know?" he asked, sitting up a bit.

erensimp43: yes!! i wanna know!

jaegerist45: i'm down to listen

erensbiggestfan2928: tell us!

iloveeren1010: i wanna hear!

Eren let out air through his nose. "Well (Y/N) is a really really sweet girl, she's so nice and easy to talk to. Not to mention how great of a listener she is, her personality is something I value the most about her; she always makes me laugh and talking to her is my favorite part of the day. Most of all, she's beautiful. She's such a pretty girl and.. damn, I'd love to make her mine."

The chat began to blow up with messages.

jaegerist45: that's so cute man

jaegerbombfan20: awe 🥺

iloveeren_: that's adorable holy shit

erensbiggestfan1083: simppppp but that's so nice

He smiled at the thought of her. "Yeah call me a simp but... she's really amazing," he said.

y/nloveseren: wow 🥺..

His eyes bulged out of his head when he saw her name in the chat, a blush crept onto his cheeks feeling embarrassment washing over him.

"O-Oh shit.."

Everyone began to flood messages about how Eren just got caught, he felt embarrassed and really bashful. She most likely heard everything he just said, what if she was uncomfortable?

"Shit I'm sorry (Y/N).. I shouldn't have said that shit.. we barely know one another and you're probably really upset," Eren said, rubbing his temples.

y/nloveseren: no Eren ur fine! what u said was actually really sweet 🥺💗.. thank you <3

He sat up, "Really? Wait.. so you're not mad?"

y/nloveseren: no not at all! :) i can say the same about you.. you've definitely been really sweet and i really like you

His jaw dropped and a smile formed onto his features. "Wow.. I have no words. Can we text? Please?" he asked, raising his brows.

y/nloveseren: of course <3!

Eren reached for his phone and saw her typing in their dms, his eyes flickered upwards at the chat which was now going crazy over what they both said to each other.

jaegerist45: dude that's so cute

jaegerbombfan20: I'M GONNA CRY OMG

The vibration of his phone broke him out of his thoughts, he went to Instagram to view the message from her.

(Y/N): hey :), i heard what you said and it really made my day. i was having a shitty day at work and hearing what you said made me so happy, so thank you for that. i like you, eren. i know you may not feel the same but talking to you has been so amazing and i would love to talk to you more ♡.

He smiled before sending a reply.

Eren: i would love to! talking to you has made me so much happier and i'm glad we met. everything i said was true and i want to keep talking, you're amazing.

(Y/N): sounds like a plan ❤.

Eren smiled and looked up to see his chat spamming his name, many people took the hint that he was talking to her.

"I got her guys.." he said with a smile.