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Tangled in lies

Summary: When your longtime crush is your best friends ex, things aren't really going well. And on a party you go together everything changes.

Pairing: Sirius black x hufflepuff!reader

Warnings: toxic friendship, past toxic relationship (not with the reader), insecurities, self conscious , fake dating (not in this but in the next parts)

Wc: +4100 i hope you like it. The last week I was working on it <3

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Prologue part 1

"Did you see that? He just winked at me! I told you there's still something between us!" Seraph whispered in my ear. It seemed like he winked at m-… But she was probably right; I shouldn't think narcissistically.

Three months ago, she and Sirius broke up because he saw her apparently fooling around with another boy. She insisted that he meant everything to her and the other boy meant nothing, but he didn't listen.

In the past few weeks, tension had been building up between them. Seraph saw it as a sign that he couldn't be without her. I don't know what he was thinking; I don't know him well.

But I wish I did.

"Whisky? Are you listening to me?" Seraph brought me back to the present.

"Yes, sorry. I just remembered something."

She looked at me skeptically. "What is it?"

'Hey, what's your name?' His voice echoed in my ears. It sounded so beautiful. 'I'm-' 'Whisky, where are you?' Seraph searched for me. 'Always the same with this girl…' she whispered, but I heard it anyway. But she surely didn't mean it that way. 'Whisky?' he asked with a grin that, with anyone else, would have seemed like he was making fun of them. But with Sirius, it just looked charming.

'Ah, there you are!' Seraph came over to us before I could say anything. She glanced at me briefly, then at Sirius. Then she smiled at me. 'Come, Whisky, you must be tired; after all, we have a test tomorrow, and you wanted to go to bed early.' I still don't know why she said that back then; I never said I wanted that.

She turned to Sirius. 'She's a real nerd.' She laughed loudly, but I didn't understand what was so funny. 'You know, once when she didn't get enough sleep before a test, she vomited on her exam paper! That's why she had to retake the test under difficult conditions. She was embarrassed for weeks.'

Why was she telling him that? I was still ashamed.

Sirius grinned at me even wider. 'Then I won't stop you, little Whisky. You can go to sleep before you vomit again tomorrow.' He laughed, and she laughed with him. I eventually left without her; she had probably forgotten that she came for me, after all.

"I just remembered your first encounter with Sirius." My first encounter with him.

She smiled. "Yes, I remember it well too. We clicked right away." While I couldn't get a word out.

"That's why I'm shocked that he's resisting reconciliation now! We were such a beautiful couple!"

Yes, they were. Better than I could ever have been with him.

"He'll surely come to you soon and listen to you," I reassured her.

She smiled at me even more brightly. "Thanks, Whisky, you're the best!"

The bell rang. The next class was about to start.

"I'll head to Potions now. See you later." She quickly gathered her things and was about to leave, but then she turned around.

"Wait, Whisky, I have a small favor to ask. Could you help me with the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework? I got detention with Slughorn and don't have time to do it anymore."

I nodded to her as she turned away.

"Thanks!" she called out as she rushed to the next class.

Sometimes it felt like she couldn't wait to get away from me.

I had Transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall. During these classes, the Marauders, including Sirius, were also present. I sat next to James, who, for reasons I won't mention, was seated away from Sirius.

At first, I thought maybe he would hate me because of the whole Seraph and Sirius situation, but he was surprisingly nice to me. He always worked with me in partner activities and didn't leave me to do everything alone.

Today, he smiled at me as we started working. "Okay, my favorite Hufflepuff, what do you think today?"

"Well, I think we need to transform the chair into a crocodile," I replied sarcastically. He laughed at that.

"No, that's not what I meant. I wanted to ask if you're coming to the party tonight?"

Party? Usually, Seraph would tell me about it, but this time, she hadn't mentioned a word.

"Actually, I had plans for tonight…" "Oh, come on, you have to come! Something big is going to happen at the party tonight, believe me. You need to see it!" he boasted. I chuckled at that.

"I'll ask Seraph," I said finally. He looked at me strangely.

"Why do you have to ask her? That self absorbed Slytherin already knows about the party and will be there; we already know that."

We. He wasn't just talking about himself; everyone knew she would be at the party. Sirius knew she would be at the party. Everyone except me.

"Don't talk about her like that. She's very nice, you know?" I defended her. Yes, she was nothing but nice to me. She was the first friend I found here.

But he just laughed. "Nice? Come on, 'Whisky,' she uses everyone around her! Sirius has seen it up close, and I'm sure you know it too."

"I told you to stop talking about her like that!" I snapped at him. He looked surprised, but he didn't say anything more. I hated that his words were making me doubt myself. Seraph was my best friend. If I couldn't trust her, then who could I trust?

James cleared his throat shortly after. "Will you still come? We'd love to have you there."

We.

"I'll consider it. I would like to come too." I finally said.

He gave me another smile, and we continued working.

"Why didn't you tell me about the party?" Why did you tell me you had detention when you were actually going to a party?

Seraph looked surprised. "Well, the last time at one of the parties, you left early. I thought you would feel uncomfortable."

I left early because you and Sirius were making fun of me. Because you ruined any chance I might have had with him.

"I'd like to go with you."

She looked briefly disappointed. Almost angry that I said that. But then she smiled again. "If you want to. Let's go together tonight."

Relief washed over me. That was Seraph, my friend. Why was I thinking all these things about her? Do you really don't know?

"Do you really want to wear that? I mean, I don't mind, it just looks a bit weird. It accentuates that you've gained weight, don't you think?" Seraph explained without stopping.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I had wanted to wear a dress, but now all I saw was myself looking like a duck in it.

"It somehow doesn't suit you, right? I mean, there are other things that look better on you! Like…" she paused painfully long.

Finally, she just said, "Forget it." I ended up just putting on a big sweater and loosely fitting pants.

"What do you think of this?" Seraph came out of the bathroom with a beautiful dress. It accentuated all her curves, and the color suited her black hair and blue eyes perfectly.

I smiled at her, even though something inside me tightened. "You look great."

She smiled back at me. "Could you help me with the makeup?"

Of course, I helped her.

She didn't even ask if I wanted to wear makeup too. Maybe it wouldn't help me anyway.

"So! Finally done," Seraph said, looking into the mirror once more. "It's not my best work, but whatever."

She looked like a goddess next to me. She was perfect, oh so perfect. How much I wished…

No, I'm being unreasonable.

She turned to me and smiled. "Shall we go then?"

She didn't even think that maybe I'd get ready too. I have to follow her lead.

I nodded and smiled. "Sure. You look wonderful."

She laughed. "Be careful not to fall in love with me!"

I forced myself to laugh along with her.

No worries, that won't happen anytime soon.

Then we went to the party.

It was loud. Many people were there, pushing and squeezing together. Seraph seemed to thrive in this environment. She just rushed into the crowd without waiting for me.

But I was used to it, and I managed to keep up with her anyway.

She danced on the dance floor, laughing and singing along with the others. She danced with the people there, and the lights illuminated them all perfectly. She moved through the sea of lights like the sun amidst the planets.

I didn't even bother trying to dance; I knew I was terrible at it. Seraph moved so naturally, while I just felt awkward.

So I stood outside the dance floor and watched her. Without her, I felt somewhat lost. Although I actually liked being here, without her, everything felt so new. She was always the one pulling me along everywhere. Without her, I was on my own.

I shook my head. I wanted to be here! So I should make the most of it.

I sat at the bar where I had a good view of the dance floor. That way, Seraph could easily find me too. I ordered a drink and looked around. There were really a lot of people there, almost too many for my taste, but it was still okay.

"Hey, it's good to see you here," I heard the voice I never expected would talk to me.

Sirius sat next to me as if I were a close acquaintance, and it was the most natural thing in the world.

I glanced at him briefly, then looked away. "I think you've got the wrong person."

I felt his gaze on me, and his voice sounded amused. "Why do you think I'm in the wrong place?"

I gave in and looked at him. "Do you know who I am?"

He laughed and stared at me for a while. When I looked at him inquiringly, his smile disappeared, and he looked puzzled. "Damn, you're serious. 'Whisky' , did you forget? We talked last Christmas. Besides, we have many classes together, and my friends and I literally invited you. You're not as invisible as you think," he said, looking bewildered.

His words overwhelmed me. I always thought I went unnoticed when Seraph was in the same room. Everyone immediately talked to her. There was nothing wrong with that, when she was seraph and i were me.

Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable under Sirius' gaze. If he knew who I was, why was he talking to me? Did he want to ask about Seraph?

Yes, that must be it. He wants to ask me how to get along better with Seraph.

"Hey, are you still there?" he suddenly asked. I nodded briefly and took a sip of my drink.

I stared straight ahead. I couldn't meet his gaze again. There was something intense in his eyes, and it made me nervous.

"Do you like it here?" he continued undeterred. Despite me not contributing much to the conversation, he was making an effort.

"Yes, it's pleasant," I replied, wanting to say more, but only thoughts about Seraph came to mind, and I didn't want to mention her first to him.

I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm glad. We put in a lot of effort. Today is meant to be perfect."

I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by that. Was he finally going to reconcile with her?

"Sirius!!!" I heard her shout. She ran towards us, no, towards him, trying to hug him, but he dodged her. Eventually he couldn't dodge her longer and she clung on him like a koala bear.

Speak of the devil.

"Seraphine, could you please let go of me?" Sirius' eyes were narrowed as he looked at Seraph, who was pouting.

"Full name? What happened to Sera? You're so cold, Siri!" she said but eventually let him go.

Sirius rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I wonder where that comes from."

She just shook her head in response. "Come on, Sirius, you can stop pretending to hate me. You know it was nothing serious with him!"

He snorted and wrinkled his nose. "I know it wasn't serious. You were making out with three other guys that week, and those are just the ones I know of."

She did what??

Seraph glanced briefly at me, as if she just noticed I was there, then looked back at Sirius. "You broke my heart! You can't blame me for wanting to have some fun!"

"I don't know how much 'fun' you've had during our relationship, and honestly, I don't want to know." Sirius finally said, then he turned to me.

"Where were we? Oh yes, preparing for the party! Yes, we had a lot of fun, and I'm glad you're enjoying it. Have you danced yet?"

Before I could answer, Seraph spoke for me. "Oh, please, Whisky and dancing? Come on, stop pretending you're actually interested in her; it won't make me jealous!"

He didn't even turn around; he just looked into my eyes. "Did I talk to you, Seraphine? No, I didn't. And unlike you, I don't talk to people just to use them, so shut up!"

I felt out of place and wanted to leave when he asked again, "Have you danced yet?"

After Seraph's words, I felt embarrassed to shake my head, but saying it out loud would only make it more awkward.

He smiled gently, as if Seraph wasn't standing angry behind him. "Would you like to dance with me?"

He extended his hand towards me, and I could hear Seraph sharply inhale. "Sirius, you're acting ridiculous, don't you realize? I mean, why are you asking her when I'm right here-"

"CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I REALLY WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU??" he angrily yelled at her.

She fell silent after that. I saw something glimmer in her eyes, and I immediately felt guilty.

"I hate you!" she shouted before rushing off to the restroom.

He sighed, almost relieved, and turned back to me. "Would you?" he asked, with that smile again. And there came my problem. I wanted to. And it felt like I was the worst person in the world for it.

Tears welled up in me as I thought of Seraph, probably crying her eyes out.

Sirius' gaze was still focused on me, but I had already made up my mind.

"Sorry, I have to go through, can you move aside?" I asked him without looking at him.

I could feel his disappointment as he stepped aside and let me go after Seraph.

I quickly ran after her to the girls' restroom, so I wouldn't change my mind.

Inside, it smelled, and the air was stuffy.

Seraph stood in front of the mirror, reapplying her lipstick. She didn't turn to look at me and just kept going. "There you are. I thought I had lost my best friend to that wannabe Casanova."

She wasn't crying. She was fine. "I thought you were -" I started, but she just laughed.

"Those crocodile tears I pulled out? They were just for show."

She inspected her eyes and sighed in annoyance. "But now I have to redo my eyeliner! Well, hopefully, he feels guilty now and comes begging for my forgiveness!"

"I thought you weren't feeling well. I thought you needed my help!" I was bewildered. Was all that just for show?

She didn't even look at me. "Come on, Whisky, it's not a big deal. I'm just trying to get back together with my ex-boyfriend; after all, he broke my heart!"

She now did her other eye. "And he's just as terrible. I mean, asking you to dance in front of me? He's trying to use you against me, that bastard! You should be much more upset about it!"

"I don't think -"

She burst out laughing. "Please, Whisky, as if he ever really wants to have anything to do with you! He was a jerk to you from the moment we first met; you just don't interest him!"

That hurt. Even though I should already know that. But hearing it from her hurt more than it should. Tears welled up in me, and I tried to turn away so she wouldn't notice, but she already did.

She sighed loudly and finally turned around. "Whisky, please don't cry again. I don't mean it in a mean way; I'm just being realistic."

I nodded vigorously, so she would stop talking and I could calm down. But then, a sob escaped me.

She came from behind me and hugged me. "I just want to protect you. He will only take advantage of you. I don't want to see you hurt, especially not because of him. Isn't one broken heart because of Sirius enough?"

I nodded and hugged her back. After a while, she gently pushed me. "Come on, that's enough crying now; you'll ruin my dress."

I quickly let go of her and went to the sink to wash my face.

Then she took my arm. "Come on, we can leave. By now, he should feel guilty enough."

I just nodded and followed her, as always.

Seraph walked with her head held high through the crowd, ignoring the people around her. She tried to act as hurt as possible, to make it 'not so easy for Sirius' – her words, not mine.

I tried to hide behind her and shrink myself. I looked down and followed her fast steps.

It was a weird situation that I couldn't handle. I hoped Sirius wouldn't approach me again.

Seraph headed for the bar, but on the exact opposite side from where we were before.

"I really need a drink," she whispered to me. I just nodded and followed her to the bar.

Instead of the guy who was serving drinks before, James and Peter were there now, apparently discussing something. Peter looked concerned, but James was just smiling and shaking his head.

Seraph went to the bar and raised her hand, demanding attention. "Bartender!" she called as if they were her slaves. Although she knew James and Peter well as they were friends with Sirius, she didn't let it show.

James came over to us, while Peter looked worried in our direction. I wondered what that was supposed to mean.

"What can I get for our snake?" James asked with a sugary voice and a fake smile.

Seraph didn't even flinch. "Your humor is still in the basement, Potter."

"I think it's yours that's in the basement, considering you took that as a joke. I was quite serious." he retorted.

Seraph looked challengingly into his eyes. "I just want a simple lemonade, but if that's too difficult for your little brain, you can also make me a cocktail, as you seem to know them by heart with how much you drink!" With that, she turned around and went to the dance floor.

I probably had to bring her the drink.

James grumbled. "Inflated bit-, what do you want, Huffle?" he asked me finally.

I pointed to the first drink on the menu and kept an eye out for her, so I wouldn't lose her.

Seraph danced energetically with the crowd. She laughed with a few Slytherin girls who were her roommates.

It makes me sad that we are in different houses, but on the other hand, I'm glad that we are still good friends.

Yet, an uneasy feeling arises within me when she laughs with these girls. It always feels like they are looking down on me.

"Here are your drinks." James placed two drinks on the counter. One was a lemonade, the other a fancy fruit and sugar drink that I didn't recognize. Oh God.

"Thanks." I said and waved to seraph to come and get her drink. Normally, I would go to her, but it wouldn't be a good idea to run around with my drink.

Seraph was engrossed in her conversation with them, so she didn't notice me. Then, one of the girls smiled at me, but it wasn't a friendly smile. She laughed and said something to seraph. She laughed in response and slowly came over to me.

"She always leaves you alone," I heard James' voice behind me. I ignored him and smiled at seraph, handing her the drink.

She looked at my drink for a long moment. Then she looked at me skeptically. "Do you really want to drink that? It has a lot of sugar and calories, and you already had a piece of cake today. So it's your decision. But I'd trade with you; the lemonade has not that much sugar in it."

My stomach suddenly felt strange, and I felt even more uncomfortable in my skin.

I just nodded and handed her my drink, while she gave me hers.

"Thanks," I said before she took a big sip from my drink, no, from her drink.

"No problem, I just want to help you," she said finally. "I'll go over to Cassie and Phina for a moment, okay?" she said before going to the other girls.

I felt terribly abandoned. And I know it's childish, but it hurt that she didn't even ask if I wanted to come too.

I finished my lemonade and turned to the bar.

But then, I saw James' pale face.

And then, everyone around me fell silent.

I looked around, and all eyes were on me. Then I heard laughter around me and saw amused looks.

The laughter grew louder until everyone was laughing.

"Hey, are you sure you're not in Slytherin?" a boy asked with a smile before bursting into loud laughter.

I looked at my reflection in the glasses, which reflected my new neon green hair.

I slowly went to the restroom, until I eventually ran away. I swung the door to the restroom open and suddenly got drenched in water.

A bucket full of water had fell on me, from on the door and the laughter behind me grew louder.

I quickly closed the door behind me to muffle the laughter. I locked myself in the restroom and stared at my neon green hair, which hadn't lost any intensity despite the water.

Tears welled up in me as I looked at my ugly appearance, and I hoped seraph would come soon.

I waited.

And waited.

But she didn't come to check on me.

After a while that felt incredibly long, I heard footsteps going into one of the other restroom stalls. I tried to be as quiet as possible, suppressing my sobbing and breathing softly.

I heard the flush and footsteps going to the sink.

"Hey, do you need help?" The female voice was unfamiliar. At first, I thought she might be talking to someone else, but then she came to my stall.

"It's not as bad as you think, really. It actually looks pretty." she said.

"Yeah, sure. I have eyes, I know how bad it looks, you know?" I whispered back. I was very quiet, but she seemed to have heard me.

"I'm serious. Really."

There was silence. "Aren't you going to come out?" the girl asked.

"No." I whispered, and at the end, it turned into a sob.

"I'm Marlene. What's your name?"

She was kind to me, but I wasn't really in a condition to answer properly. As her footsteps moved away slightly, panic surged within me.

"I'm (y/n)." I finally said in a firmer voice.

"Okay, (y/n), you can always come to me and my friends if someone bothers you, okay?" Her voice turned serious, and it held a promise.

"Okay." I replied. "Thank you."

I could hear the smile in her voice. "Always happy to help."

Then she left.

I was alone for a long time. I had already given up hope that my friend would come and check on me, so I hid, hoping that eventually, there would be no one left outside.

But eventually, I heard voices approaching the restroom. They stood outside the girls' restroom door and seemed to be arguing. And then, I recognized them.

"Omg, I just don't understand you! Your best friend is in there, and you're out here laughing as if nothing happened!" Sirius scolded my friend.

Seraph just groaned annoyed. "And here I thought you were following me to apologize."

Sirius took a sharp breath. "Are you even listening to me? (Y/n) was just humiliated in front of everyone, why don't you go in and see her?"

Seraph's voice grew louder. "Just because something stupid happened to her, and she's hiding in the restroom, doesn't mean I should let it ruin my fun too. Fuck, if we hadn't swapped drinks on a whim, I'd have the green hair, right? I can be thankful for that; that would've been the worst!"

Tears welled up in me again.

Sirius' voice also grew louder. "Is it always just about you? Wait, I know it is, I've been with you long enough. You're one of the most selfish and narcissistic people I know! There's your reason why I don't want anything to do with you!"

Seraph laughed loudly in response. "Now I'm the bad one? Oh please, Sirius, don't make a fool of yourself! I think we both know why her hair is now this disgusting green. You and your friends wanted to dye my hair because you know how much I care about it!"

Her voice grew slightly softer. "Your actions have consequences, Sirius. You know you're to blame for her crying her eyes out in there."

Then it was silent. I heard my breath and my heart beating for a while. Than there was a loud clapping sound. It was sounding like a slap.

"Are you going to check on her now?" Sirius said much calmer than before. Seraph had slapped him.

"You know what, Sirius? Fuck you, seriously! Instead of apologizing to me for this prank, I'm now supposed to clean up your mess!" Seraph yelled at him.

"She has the green hair, not you. She's your friend; I don't think she wants to see me. Besides, it's the girls' restroom." Sirius said, almost accusatory.

"That's your problem. I don't have to cling to my friends all the time like a parasite; I'm allowed to have some fun too!" Then I heard her running away.

She didn't have fun with me? Was I just a clingy parasite to her?

I heard Sirius sigh. Then I heard his footsteps fading away, and I had never felt so alone.

I stayed in the girls' restroom for a long time. I was ashamed to come out. Eventually, when I couldn't hear anyone anymore, I sneaked away in the shadows of the darkness, heading to the Hufflepuff common room.

From there, I went to my shared room with other girls. They were already asleep; I must have spent quite a long time in the restroom. My eyes burned from all the tears that had been shed, and my hair seemed to glow in the darkness.

I tiptoed into my bed and pulled the blanket over my head to hide my hair. I was afraid to face the school. But now it was the weekend. I could continue hiding here for a while.

"(y/n)? Are you there?" Lydia, one of my roommates, asked. She seemed nice, but since I was always with Seraph, we had never really talked. Until now.

"Yes?" I whispered back. I was afraid she might see my ugliness, afraid she would laugh at me too.

"Don't you want to have breakfast?" Her voice was gentle, with a hint of concern.

"No, I'm not really hungry," I replied, not moving an inch under my blanket.

"Okay, we'll go then."

"Mhm…" I hummed and waited until everyone had left. Then, I slowly got up and went to the small bathroom. I locked the door and looked in the mirror.

Unchanged.

If my tears hadn't run out from last night, I would have burst into tears again.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I stepped into the shower. I scrubbed and scrubbed my hair, but the color wouldn't fade away.

I spent a lot of time in the shower. At some point, I just let the water pour down on me, drowning my thoughts. My skin turned red, and I sank to the shower floor.

I was simply exhausted.

Eventually, I turned off the water and just sat there, too exhausted and scared to come out.

Knocking woke me from my slumber. I had fallen asleep on the floor.

"(y/n)? Are you in there?"

I tried to answer, but my voice wouldn't obey me. I layed helplessly on the floor, attempting to say something, but nothing came out.

"(y/n)? Hey, what's wrong?"

I tried to sit up, but I felt dizzy. I leaned against the wall and finally managed to say something. "Nothing, I'm fine."

There was a brief silence. "Have you eaten anything?"

"Yes," I lied, not wanting her to worry unnecessarily.

"But you weren't at dinner. Black asked about you," she said.

Dinner? How long had I been lying here on the floor? Sirius asked about me?

"I'll come out soon," I said, attempting to get up. But suddenly everything spun, and my stomach churned. I looked down at the sink, and before I realized what was happening, I vomited.

"OMG, ARE YOU VOMITING? DON'T SAY YOU'RE FINE!" Lydia suddenly shouted from outside. I vomited again, and in the end, my legs gave out. I collapsed under the sink, new tears streaming down my face.

"(Y/N), LET ME IN!" Lydia continued to scream. She was panicking.

"Don't worry. It's over," I whispered weakly. "I'm okay now, I just felt nauseous."

"Are you sure?" Lydia asked in a calmer but still concerned tone.

"Yes, I'll be out soon."

I waited until they were asleep, then I tiptoed to my bed in the darkness. Once again, I hid under my blanket, hoping I would never be seen again.

When I woke up again, it was early. The others were still asleep. I didn't move and just waited to fall asleep again. I could hardly feel my legs, and my stomach churned.

Under the blanket, it was stifling, and after a while, breathing became painful. But I didn't want to uncover myself because then my hair would be visible.

I was scared. I could only hide today. Tomorrow, at the latest, I had to be there for the first class. The thought sent a cold shiver down my spine.

Would Seraph help me? No, actually, I didn't want to think about her. It would only remind me of her words in front of the bathroom. Just like Sirius and his friends.

Eventually, I gave up and sneaked into the bathroom. There was no trace of what happened yesterday. I washed my face and brushed my teeth again, looking into the mirror.

No matter how I looked at myself, the neon green hair always caught my eye. This color simply didn't suit me and didn't look good on me. Seraph would definitely rock it.

"I think we both know why her hair is now this disgusting green. You and your friends wanted to dye my hair because you know how much I care about it!"

But she wouldn't want to. And she doesn't have to.

I crept back into my bed and pulled the blanket over my head again. I had fresh oxygen now. Slowly but surely, I fell asleep again.

I was awakened by the movements of the others. They were getting ready for their weekend. I wished so much to be someone else and just enjoy my weekend. But with my hair, I wouldn't go anywhere.

"(y/n)? Are you still alive?" Maya asked ironically. I had never spoken to her, just like Lydia. "Yes, don't worry," I whispered back.

"Do you want to have breakfast with us today?" Maya asked. I had never had breakfast with them. We only saw each other in the room.

"Nice of you, but I'm not hungry." I felt sick and felt like a corpse.

"Hey, you didn't have breakfast yesterday either. Are you sure you don't want anything today?" Maya asked, and I answered with a soft yes.

She was silent for a while. But then she said in a new serious tone, "But you'll come with us tomorrow! And you will have breakfast, okay?"

I wanted to trust her, but I was so afraid that the same thing could happen as at the party. That they would all laugh at me. Still, I gave her my agreement and waited until they were out.

Then I slowly got out of my bed and got dressed. At first, I wanted to read, but the letters blurred before my eyes, and my head hurt terribly.

I locked myself in the bathroom again so that no one could see me when they came into our room. The others were nice, but I just didn't want anyone to see me.

I combed my hair, hoping that they would lose some color, but then I gave up. There was nothing to be done; my hair was green. I had to accept it.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I became as quiet as possible, so no one would think someone was inside. The others weren't here, so the person would leave soon. It definitely wasn't Seraph.

"Whisky? Hey, I come in slowly, okay?"

Sirius. Of all the people here, Sirius was here to check on me.

He had done it. He and his friends. James, whom I trusted. Whom I worked with. Sirius, who wanted to defend me in front of Seraph, had humiliated me in front of everyone. And now he wanted to check on me? It had to be a bad joke.

"Are you in the bathroom? Am I disturbing?" he asked, sounding almost nervous.

"Yes." I just wanted him to go away.

He laughed nervously. "I'll wait here in the room for you, okay?"

NO, NO, NO! Anything but that!

"How did you even get in here?" I finally asked to get him to leave. But he answered quite normally and didn't seem to be ashamed of being in a girls' room.

"Your roommates gave me the password, and coming to the girls' sleeping quarters was no problem."

I fell silent and sat back down on the bathroom floor. If I stayed in here long enough, he would eventually leave and give up.

After a while of silence, he said something again. "Hey, is everything okay with you? What are you doing in there for so long?"

Since I had no answer to the second question, I just ignored it. "I'm fine," I said simply, hoping it would be enough.

He sighed. Apparently, it wasn't enough. "Whisky, I can understand that you don't want to see me, but I've been worried. You didn't even eat yesterday, and Lydia said you vomited."

"Don't call me that."

His voice changed from concerned to surprised. "What?"

"Don't call me Whisky!" I said louder. I couldn't stand hearing that nickname right now, especially from him.

There was silence for a while, but then Sirius laughed softly. "Okay, darling, if that's what you want. But actually, I'm here to bring you some food."

What?

"I'm not hungry," I said softly. I heard him sigh in response.

"Darling, you didn't eat yesterday; you have to eat something. Come out, please." His voice sounded almost pleading. Something in me weakened at that tone, and the anger towards him faded away.

But not the shame.

"You can leave it outside the door, and I'll eat it later," I said to make a compromise.

"But then I won't know if you really ate it!" he said now, desperation in his voice.

"I promise you I'll eat it," I said then. I could only hope that my word was enough for him.

"But I also wanted to check on you, see how you're doing," his voice became softer.

"I already said I'm fine."

Now his voice was so soft that I could barely hear it. "But I actually wanted to see you."

The anger from before suddenly rushed back, and I felt like some special animal at the zoo. "Sirius, if you came here to make fun of me, you can leave quickly," I said, my voice cold.

"No, I don't mean it that way. I didn't come to see your hair but to see you. Please, come out. Please!" Now he was really pleading.

I was afraid to meet his gaze, afraid that he had to hold back his laughter.

But something in me gave in, and my trembling legs moved towards the door. Slowly, I unlocked it. Then I waited for a moment to catch my breath before pressing down the door handle.

Sirius was sitting on my bed, looking down at the floor. I slowly walked towards him. Then I stopped and didn't know what to do next.

Then he looked up at me, meeting my eyes with that concern, but also with something I couldn't decipher. I had never seen such a look before.

"Come, darling, have something to eat," he whispered to me, pointing to the spot next to him, where he had brought some food.

I sat down slowly next to him, keeping a visible distance. Then I took the cutlery he had brought and tried to focus on the food. But it was difficult with Sirius Black sitting next to you, looking at you with that expression.

I took a bite and chewed. Then I swallowed, and for a moment, everything was fine. The next moment, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

"Damn it, darling, you look terrible! Why didn't you say anything? You need to go to the infirmary!" Sirius stood behind me, pulling my hair out of the way. He stroked my back and continued whispering to me. "Come on, I'll take you there."

Then everything went black.

I saw white. The ceiling was white and seemed so far away. I wasn't in my bed. I was in the infirmary. Alone.

I slowly sat up, which demanded a lot of energy from me. I was separated from the others by a curtain around my bed, which relieved me.

But why was I here? What happened? What time was it?

I looked at the small nightstand next to me, where a little bouquet of flowers lay. There was a card attached to it.

'I don't know if you want to see me, but I hope you get better very soon! And take better care of yourself!

Sirius.'

The card was small but nice, and somehow it meant a lot to me.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled aside, and Madam Pomfrey stood in front of me. She looked at me critically and shook her head. "Well, at least you're awake. But I've never seen anything like this! What were you thinking?"

"What?" I was confused. I didn't purposely faint; I couldn't control that.

"Well, not eating anything and drinking so little! Your circulation, especially your stomach, completely collapsed, which led to vomiting and fainting. Now your stomach is irritated, and you'll have to eat soup for a while." She placed some things on my nightstand, probably tablets.

"And I've never seen Sirius so panicked, and I see him here often. About every month to be exact, but this is different. Don't scare your boyfriend like that!"

I felt heat rising inside me and tried to suppress it. That was wrong; he was seraph's ex. But hadn't I already liked him before?

"I'm not his… I mean, he's not my-"

She furrowed her brow. "Not? He wouldn't leave your side and literally carried you in here. I thought you two were… well, maybe that will happen later. For now, you should focus on your health. You should've done that a long time ago!"

I only vaguely registered what she said. Sirius brought me here? Carried me here? THROUGH THE WHOLE CASTLE??

And I thought my hair would make me stand out, but now everything is ruined. I could already smell the rumors and suddenly had a terrible fear of leaving here. I used to never stand out next to seraph. But now? Now, I had attention, only the bad kind.

"What time is it?" I asked to distract myself.

"It's 6 PM on Monday. I'll bring you your dinner, and you'll eat it, young lady! You won't leave here until the day after tomorrow when your circulation is fully recovered." She said with a threatening tone. I nodded and started eating. I had slept for almost an entire day, and yet, I was still tired.

Somehow, I managed to finish the soup and almost immediately fell asleep again.

I woke up to footsteps. Steps coming towards my bed. I became more nervous as they got closer. Then the curtains were pulled aside, and Seraph stood in front of me.

When her gaze met mine, she frowned. Her eyes fell on my hair, and I felt terribly small. Then she looked into my eyes. Her gaze was cold. No smile, no encouragement.

"Well, well, our little attention seeker is here." She spat the words out and looked at me as if I had committed the greatest crime.

"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew it would make her angry. But I couldn't apologize for something I didn't know.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Oh, please, all this playing the victim is disgusting. All for the attention of a boy! And my ex, no less! You're truly a snake!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend to be innocent! You're a little parasite who always clings to others and seeks their attention! I'm sick of you! And you wonder why I didn't tell you about the party? Simply because I'm ashamed of you! I hate being seen with you, and yet I put up with it! And how do you thank me? You try to go after my boyfriend! I don't regret giving you that potion! At least with that hair, there's something special about you, apart from your best friend!"

Every word stabbed my heart and tore it apart a little more. Every word seemed to drive her further into a rage. "You purposely gave me the potion drink? You knew about the prank?" I whispered with tears in my eyes.

"Well…" She laughed briefly. "It wasn't hard to figure out that something was in the drink. And I thought, why not let you try it. Don't worry; you weren't a bigger laughingstock than usual."

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I never tried to take Sirius away from you or whatever you think!" I couldn't believe what was happening here.

"Oh, don't worry, I know you wouldn't have a chance with him anyway. He's only with you because he feels guilty and wants to annoy me. But we both know he's not interested in you." She mocked me.

"What's your problem?" I finally asked. "What have I done to you?"

She stomped aggressively. Then she looked into my eyes and came to my bed. Before she could say anything, her gaze fell on the flowers. I wanted to put them away, but she already grabbed the card.

"You've always attached yourself to me and hoped to get something from me. You waited until you could steal everything from me!" And then she ran away.

I stared after her and cried. I cried for a long time. Even though I knew none of the things she said were true, a part of me believed her. I had always been with her; maybe I really was too much. Perhaps I deserved all of this. Maybe I really was a snake.

"Love?"

Sirius.

I tried to wipe away my tears as quickly as possible and compose myself.

"I heard you woke up yesterday. Couldn't you have done that when I was here? I waited here yesterday until evening."

He was at my bedside now. "You really scared me."

He sat on the chair next to my nightstand, right beside me. I looked away so he wouldn't see my tear-streaked face.

"You waited for me to wake up?" It didn't feel right, not after the conversation with Seraph.

"Yes, of course. I was worried." Then there was silence. Seraph hadn't been worried. Seraph didn't even ask if I was feeling better.

"Wouldn't you have wanted me here when you woke up?" he asked, his voice suddenly vulnerable.

"What? Of course, I would have wanted you here?!" I said nervously.

He chuckled softly. "Are you saying you want me here with you?" His voice was playful.

I blushed. "What do you want from me?" I asked. I didn't know how to handle Sirius. I just didn't know what he wanted from me.

"Just the truth, darling, just the truth. Now tell me," he turned my face to him so he could look at me. "why were you crying?"

His hand remained on my cheek. "It's stupid." I whispered, trying to change the subject. But he shook his head. "It's not stupid if it made you cry. Please be honest with me, love. What hurt you so much?"

I had to look away to avoid his gaze. "Seraph was just here. She said some things, and I…" I didn't know why I was telling him this; I barely knew him. But there was something about Sirius that made me open up to him.

"What kind of crap did she spew this time?" Sirius's voice became tense and almost aggressive.

I looked into his eyes. Despite his tone, they were warm, soft, and kind. Yet, because of him, I had these hair now. Because of him, I was humiliated in front of everyone. Seraph's words echoed in my head. What if he was only here to make her angry?

"It's nothing important. But she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore." I said finally, looking away.

"She doesn't want anything to do with you? She should be grateful you put up with her for so long!" He said, annoyed. "Probably because of me, right? Because I brought you here yesterday?"

I couldn't look him in the eyes. "She thinks that…" I couldn't say it, but I didn't have to.

"I know what she thought."

We sat there in silence, and I felt terrible. What was I without Seraph? She had always been my friend, always decided what I should do.

But part of me was angry. Angry that she was playing with me like this. Angry that I could let myself be so influenced by her.

"Would it bother you?" Sirius suddenly asked.

"What?" I asked back.

He looked into my eyes. "If she thought we were together?"

My heart started racing, and I tried to look away, but I couldn't. His eyes seemed to hypnotize me.

"If the whole school thought there was something between us, would you be ashamed?" he continued.

"I don't know-" I was speechless; how could I answer that?

He laughed softly. "Do you not want to make Seraph really angry?"

Not really. But when I realized what he was talking about, my heart

continued to weaken.

"We can give her ego a little blow," he said with that irresistible Sirius Black smile.

"Sirius, I don't know…"

"Besides, it would take the focus off the prank, you know?" he said softly. His enthusiasm suddenly wavered. "And if it's too much for you, we can always stop! Let's just pretend to be together for 1-2 months or something."

1-2 months with him? Actually, I wanted to spend more time with him, get to know him. But doing this would only make Seraph angry. Seraph would think she was right.

In a moment of weakness, I nodded. "Okay."

He smiled at me. "Then starting tomorrow, we'll be a couple, darling."

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Watchin' You

Summary:

He walked around the corner of the building that housed the showers when he saw them. Eddie knew that was your canvas bag, the very one he saw you pull out of the floorboard of his van when you got out. There was no mistaking that the black, lace boy shorts lying on top of your other clothes were yours. It looked like you’d stepped out of them and laid them right on the bag. That could only mean one thing… “Oh, fuck me sideways…” You’d been wearing these. You sat in Eddie’s van wearing these exact panties.

Notes:

I had a mighty need for more Virgin Eddie content that resulted in this monstrosity of a one-shot... that will have a part two! Let me know what y'all think of my characterization of our boy in the comments!

TWs: Virgin Eddie Munson, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Vaginal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss, First Time Blow Jobs, Panty Kink, Eddie Munson is a panty thief, Panty thief

“Hey.”

Eddie looks around his locker door to ensure he’s not hallucinating, that an actual, real-life girl is speaking to him.

“Y-yeah? Me?” goddammit, of course, his voice would choose to crack now.

“Yeah, you.”

Oh god, you’re pretty. Like, music-video-vixen level pretty. It’s terrifying.

“Um, what is it?”

“Smooth moves, jackass. Now you sound like a dick,” he thinks.

You bite your bottom lip, looking slightly amused. Ah, shit. You’re about to laugh in his face, aren't you?

“We’re twins,” you say, holding out the bottom of your t-shirt. Sure as shit, you are in matching Iron Maiden shirts. Eddie nearly faints. However, what he actually does could be considered worse than fainting in front of his dream girl.

“Oh,” he squeaks out, slamming his locker door and turning to walk away quickly.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! What the fuck was that?! his brain screams. The first time a girl speaks to him without ill intent, a girl who likes his favorite band no less, and he runs away like a bitch. Perfect.

That was the only interaction between you and the awkward metalhead in high school, but it was enough to make a lasting impression

After that day, Eddie soaked up any and all information about you that he could. He knew you had just transferred from Indianapolis and that you played the French Horn. You must be good because he discovered that you were first chair and section leader. Eddie knew that you liked to skip your third-period gym class to smoke. You often joked with your friends about how your days playing your instrument were numbered due to the bad habit (he may or may not also skip that period just to sit on the other side of the tall brick wall to hear your voice, not creepy at all, shut up).

He knew that you used expensive Italian perfume to cover the smell of cigarette smoke; something that in Eddie’s mind smelled like sophistication and raw sex appeal, but according to what you told Buckley, actually smelled like bergamot, sandalwood, and patchouli. He also knew you used cherry chapstick instead of lipstick in neon shades as other girls did. You didn’t wear much make-up, mainly eyeliner which made your eyes darker and more mysterious.

He knew that you mostly stuck to your group of band kids. There was this one time, however, when you saw Carol Perkins trip one of the chess team kids in the cafeteria. You gave her a black eye in front of the entire school and got suspended for a week. It was the most metal thing Eddie had ever seen.

He could write a novel about you. He could fill chapters describing how your hair caught the sunlight or how you twirled your rings around your fingers when you were concentrating on a test. He could write sonnets about your chipped, black nail polish and scuffed Docs. He could write dissertations about the intricacies of your music tastes and how closely they align with his tastes based on the bits of band merch you owned and how you chose to wear them.

But Eddie couldn’t fucking speak to you.

He considered it almost daily. But he’d always end up nauseous at the very thought of trying to approach you. So he never did, and you walked that stage in May of 1983 never to set foot in the halls of Hawkins High again. You got your diploma, went back to Indianapolis for college, and left Eddie behind to rot in the dusty trailer park he called home.

If you’d told Eddie then that a few years later, he’d be trauma bonded with Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, and “King Steve” Harrington after fighting interdimensional monsters and saving the world, he’d have laughed in your face. But here he is, freshly graduated (finally), surrounded by friends, and sporting some gnarly scars to prove it all happened.

He was out by Steve’s pool (one of the perks of having a rich friend) watching the sunset and sharing stories with his friend over a beer. The crunch of gravel on the driveway drew their attention to the front of the house as they were standing to compare demobat scars.

“Buckley and Wheeler?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded.

“Yeah, and Robin’s other friend. Just graduated college. I don’t really know her that well, but she spent her senior year in Hawkins. She was a band kid or something, I think. Played the same instrument as Robin,” Steve waves his hands in a vague gesture trying to think of what the instrument in question was again. “That… big, curly trumpet.”

Eddie swallowed hard. “French horn…” he whispered, and Steve snapped his fingers in frustration that he’d forgotten the name of his best friend’s instrument.

There’s no way, it couldn’t be…

He didn’t have time to do more than grip the glass bottle in his hand and stare towards the side of the house where their friends’ voices echoed. He felt too exposed shirtless, so he bolted to grab his cropped Metallica tee and hurriedly threw it over his head.

“The fuck is your problem, man?” Steve asked, weirded out at his easy-going friend’s sudden burst of anxiety.

“Just,” he waved his hands around in frustration, trying to formulate a proper response. “The scars. They’re kinda gnarly, ya know?”

Steve scoffed. “Pretty sure it was Nance and me who kept you from bleeding out, and Robin has seen more of us than either of us are comfortable with, so what-”

Eddie shifted on his feet uncomfortably, arms crossed over his chest and eyes on the ground. Steve bent forward to meet his gaze, hands on his narrow hips and sporting a shit-eating grin.

“Oh shit, is it the band girl? Do you know her?” Steve walked towards him, speaking in a hushed tone, eyes brimming with mischief. The thought of Eddie “cold, cynical heart” Munson having a schoolboy crush was sending him over the moon with glee.

“Fuck off, Harrington,” Eddie hissed in Steve’s face right before you and the rest of the group rounded the corner of the house.

“Holy hell,” Steve murmured low enough for only Eddie to hear, “Didn’t know band nerds could look like that.”

Eddie was so enchanted by your sudden appearance that he almost missed the salacious tone of Steve’s voice. Almost.

“I will end you, Harrington. I swear to God, if you-”

“Jesus man, cool it. I won’t step on any toes,” he raised his hands in surrender, and Eddie’s glare softened marginally. “I’m only noticing what anyone who isn’t blind would.”

Eddie took a moment to look at you properly. You hadn’t noticed him yet, so he used the opportunity to drink in your form. He felt like a man wandering the desert deprived of water, finally making it to the bank of a river. Sure, he pined after you for an embarrassingly long time after you left Hawkins, and he never really forgot about you. There were other crushes and even a couple of make-out sessions, but they were never you. Seeing you now in that flowing, white swimsuit cover, skin glistening with sun tan oil, and that blinding smile spread across your face, Eddie felt like that sixteen-year-old loser who ran from you in the halls at school.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie grumbled under his breath so only Steve could hear. “If you try anything, I’ll make sure you do end up blind.” He schooled his features to look unfazed the closer you got.

“Jesus,” Steve wheezed, still a little shocked at Eddie’s rare burst of aggression. The last time he saw him this worked up he was holding a broken beer bottle to his neck in Reefer Rick’s boat shed. “Got it, chief. No funny business outta me.”

Eddie was so fucked. Not only was he trying to deal with being in your presence again without making an ass of himself, but his friends were also onto him. It’s almost like fighting monsters and nearly dying in a hell-dimension together made you all very perceptive of behavioral shifts. Who knew? It’s nice for Eddie to have a group of friends who finally get him, but hella inconvenient when he’s trying to hide the fact that he has a crush on the new addition to the group.

Steve, naturally, noticed first. Seeing Eddie get all “aggro” right off the bat killed any chances of him playing it cool. So his gaze followed him throughout the night, observing how Eddie would interact with you.

Steve’s attention then spurred Robin's attention. And when she has her sights honed in on a situation, it’s like a Great White sensing a drop of blood in the water.

The “Scoop Troop Wonder Twins” gawking at him (they were not being subtle at all, by the way) caught the attention of “super-sleuth” Nancy Wheeler. That led to the three of them huddled in a mass, whispering together on the opposite edge of the pool.

The only radars that Eddie was managing to fly under were Jonathan and Argyle’s. That’s not hard to do since they were balls-high on Purple Palm Tree Delight as soon as they sat in the metal deck chairs on Steve’s patio.

Then there you were, partaking in the rotation with the two stoners, a spot Eddie usually occupied. With your feet propped in an empty chair, he could hear you talking passionately about music with the other two. When he looked up as he heard you call out to him, Eddie knew his face had to give away how shocked he was.

“Hey! It’s Eddie, right?” You moved your feet out of the empty chair and motioned him over. “I remember you being a man of taste. Come over here and back me up on this.”

Eddie would readily agree to anything you asked of him. He’d fight to the death over it now.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he scratched his head a little and walked over to sit.

You promptly handed him the tightly rolled joint, smoke curling out of your nostrils like some sort of sexy wyvern, eyes half-lidded and just a little red. Oh god, he’s so terribly in love.

“I’m going to give you two options to choose from. No right or wrong, no pressure. But be warned,” then your lips curled in a mischievous smirk. He was reminded again of a dragon offering a riddle to a poor mortal that stumbled upon her hoard, the answer granting safe passage or untimely demise. “I will remember how you answer, and I will definitely judge you for it.”

Eddie almost choked on the smoke he’d inhaled like he was fourteen again and smoking for the first time behind his uncle’s trailer. “Wow, yeah. No pressure at all. Okay, hit me,” he responded, trying to appear calm as he passed the joint to Argyle.

“Black Sabbath with Ozzy? Or Black Sabbath with Dio? You’ve got thirty seconds,” you grinned evilly, swinging one leg over the other and leveling your dark gaze at him.

“Oh shit, man. Uh,” Eddie was losing it. He didn’t expect such a difficult decision. Choosing between his two favorite metal vocalists? Pure torture. But he’s a professional metalhead, after all. He’s put thought into this very question. “Ozzy Sabbath is iconic, of course. But Heaven and Hell is hands down one of the best albums ever written.”

You clapped once loudly and then pointed at Jonathan cackling. “What did I say?! One of Sabbath’s best albums ever made was with Dio fronting!”

The shaggy-haired stoner groaned and rolled his eyes. You looked over at Eddie, biting back a wide grin. “Jonathan said Sabbath wasn’t really Sabbath anymore once Ozzy left and that no one would agree with me when I defended Heaven and Hell!”

“Wait, you listen to Sabbath, Byers?” Eddie questioned, brows raised. He never took the gangly pothead as someone who would listen to metal.

“I listen to a little of everything, I guess,” he mumbled, passing the joint back to you to start another rotation.

You leaned your head back to gaze at the stars that just started to appear in the sky as you blew the fragrant smoke from your lips. “You passed my test. Congrats,” you extended your arm to Eddie, looking at him softly. Your fingers brushed as you handed over the roach, the joint almost gone by now. “I won’t judge you so harshly now.”

Maybe it was the high setting in, but Eddie swore he saw you throw a little wink his way. There was no stopping the goofy little grin taking over his face as he took the last hit off the joint and relaxed into his chair.

Eddie wasn’t ever, nor ever would be religious, but there is one quote he’s often heard that has stuck in his brain:

“The Lord gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.”

It only confirms there is no Christian god in his mind. He’s been thrown into the toughest battles of his life constantly over the past few weeks, and if there is one thing Eddie knows for sure, it’s the fact that he is no one’s strongest soldier.

Today’s challenge took the form of a slip of black lace peeking out of the top of your duffle bag.

This most recent dilemma was the result of Eddie agreeing to something he’d always avoided until now…

Fucking camping

Eddie hated the outdoors and hated being forced to spend more time than necessary roaming them. (Uncle Wayne always blamed it on having a dad who only ever taught him how to commit crimes and never took him camping as a small child, but who knows?). As soon as you consented to the idea, Eddie was totally on board with going along. Steve started to give him shit for agreeing so quickly to something he knew his friend hated until Eddie leveled him with a glare so toxic it could melt the paint off the walls.

By this point, he was pretty sure everyone besides you knew about his crush (and probably Argyle, but that guy was constantly operating on another wavelength). Even Nancy started giving him knowing looks behind her permed bangs when he’d laugh just a tad bit too loud at your jokes. Eddie nearly threw Steve out of his passenger's seat when you asked to hitch a ride with him out to Lover’s Lake campground.

“What the fuck, man! I can just get in the back-”

“Nope. No. Fuck off, Harrington. Take your own car this time.”

“But I just washed-,”

“Don’t care…”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake!”

Steve relented, making up a random excuse for taking his car. Robin happily jumped into the passenger seat of his little Mercedes and took over his radio. Eddie just grinned and threw a middle finger at his friend, who glared at him over the top of his car before getting inside.

“Thank god I’m riding with you! I don’t think I could suffer through any more of Argyle’s stoner tunes.” you hopped into Eddie’s van wearing a cropped Mercyful Fate tee and tiny denim cut-offs. So much exposed skin with no warning was doing terrible things for Eddie’s poor, inexperienced (dick) heart. “I love the guy, don’t get me wrong, I just needed to bond with a fellow metalhead today.”

Eddie cleared his throat and smiled, starting the car. He’s grateful he has the excuse of watching the road to keep his eyes (mostly) turned away from your exposed thighs. “Of course. Anytime.”

If Eddie weren’t so hopeless, he’d make some quip about all the fun ways the two of you could ‘bond’, but how could he flirt with you when looking at your legs had him getting hard like some fifteen-year-old? He was so hopeless.

“You can put in anything you’d like,” he gestured to the shoebox that held his cassette collection at your feet. “Most of my shit is at home, but I keep a decent variety here.”

He heard little ‘oohs’ and ‘ahh’s’ as you shuffled through the box. Eddie couldn’t help but feel a little proud that you approved of his musical selection. You yelled an enthusiastic “You’re fuckin’ kidding me!” and popped a tape into the radio before he could ask what you’d found.

“Where did you find this?! I’ve looked for months!”

Eddie started sweating when he heard the opening riff to the raunchiest goddamn song. It was his prized possession, one he only got his hands on because of friends in high places, W.A.S.P.’s “Animal” cassette.

“Umm,” Eddie’s brain short-circuited as you began to move to the beat of the music, throwing your head back and grinning at him wildly. “I’m pretty good buddies with a guy that owns a record store up in Indianapolis. Asked him to keep an eye out for me. I only got it a couple of weeks ago.”

“God, I’ve been dying to hear it again after hearing it live last March.”

Eddie’s nerves were quickly replaced with excitement. “Wait, live, you say?!”

“Yup,” you pop the p proudly and rest your feet on the dash. “I’ve got a cousin down in Dallas, which sucks, by the way. I don’t recommend ever going to Texas. Anyway, we saw them open for Iron Maiden. I’m telling you, it was a religious experience.”

Eddie slapped his hands on the steering wheel and a short, disbelieving laugh escaped his throat. “That’s insane! Holy shit, man!”

“I know,” you hummed. He felt you look over at him. “Have you gotten to see either of them live yet?”

“Nah,” he sighed. “Not yet. But one day! I’m already saving up.”

“We’ll go together,” you said it so casually, you acted as if it made perfect sense for you guys to go to a concert together. “We can split costs.” Eddie’s heart jumped up to his throat, and before he could form a coherent response, he saw you looking in the back of his van. He suddenly worried about what filth might be lurking back there. “We could even bunk up here and save on a hotel!”

Eddie stuttered and scratched his neck nervously. You must have taken it as rejection because you looked embarrassed as you sat back down and started fidgeting with your hair.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Eddie. I do this thing all the time.” You waved your hands around in front of your face when you said ‘thing’, trying to find the words to express how you felt. “There aren’t many people I can talk about music with, you know? So I get all worked up and excited when someone else seems interested in the bands I love, and I assume we’re best friends.” You let out a self-deprecating chuckle, looking out the passenger side window. “I know it’s off-putting.”

Eddie couldn’t have that. He shook his head so hard that his hair slapped across his face. “Nope, uh-uh. Cut that out.” He glanced over to make sure your attention was on him. “That was like…” he sighed. How could he reassure you without outing himself as being obsessed with you?

“It was so far from off-putting. You have no idea.” Eddie swallowed hard and noticed you looked a little confused. He gathered the meager bits of courage he possessed and continued. “I’m just not used to…” he paused. He can’t say ‘Sorry, I’m not used to my walking, wet dream asking to road-trip with me to go to a metal show, so I don’t know how to function right now.’ so he took a moment to choose his words carefully.

“I’m just not used to other people being as excited as I am about my music, either. So I was just… surprised. But in a good way!” He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and added under his breath. “In a great fuckin’ way, actually.”

Eddie watched you visibly relax. “Oh, thank god,” You chuckled. “I know I can be too much sometimes. I think the reason why one of the only people I’ve stayed friends with is Robin. She’s one of the only people that’s never judged me for it. Robin and I are kinda cut from the same cloth, I guess. Kindred spirits, if you will.”

It warmed his heart to see you smile when talking about the freckled girl that also wormed her way into his heart.

“Buckley’s a good one. She uh,” Eddie’s throat tightened as painful memories flashed across his mind. Tears and mud streaked across Robin's face, screaming something he didn’t understand…Her body quaking under his as she helped drag him along dank, dark earth… her sniffling and talking to him quietly as she bandaged his mauled sides, offering soft words of comfort and handling Eddie as carefully as if he were spun glass…

He cleared his throat and blinked away a rogue tear threatening to escape. “She’s one of a kind. Harrington, too. Shit, the whole bunch. You’ll see, you don’t have to be anyone but yourself around these guys. Promise.”

Eddie felt comforted as he watched you relax further into the passenger seat. He knew all about being ‘too much’ and how people treated those that dared to be unapologetically themselves. He had no idea someone as perfect as you ever experienced things similar to his own growing up.

The rest of the short drive consisted of talking about music and shows you’d been to, always with the promise of ‘when we see them next time.’ Including Eddie in your plans made Eddie’s insides all gooey and his heart flutter. He tried to keep reminding himself that just because you were being nice to him that it didn’t mean you were about to confess your undying love. It’s a problem Eddie has always had. He can’t love anything halfway; not his music, books, or even a few movies he’d been obsessed with over the years. It also bled into his relationships, this all-consuming, feral love. Uncle Wayne has always said that he wore his heart on his sleeve, even after life had given him every reason to build a barbed wire fence around it.

Eddie parked a little way uphill from the others since his van doubled as his tent and because he valued his privacy. He told himself he didn’t want the younger kids catching a whiff of his nightly smoking sesh (He knows they know about his drug dealing, but that doesn't mean he wants to flaunt it). A darker part of him knew that he might have to indulge in other nightly activities after watching you in a tiny, red bikini all day.

Eddie graciously helped everyone out with setting up their tents. However, he still periodically reminded anyone who would listen that he didn’t have to bother with tents since he owned the superior form of transportation that doubled as a car and a place to sleep. So what if his chest puffed up a little when you giggled at his comments? He didn’t think it warranted the gagging and eye-rolling he got from Henderson, Red, and both Sinclair siblings. Damn kids…

When everyone went to the campground showers to change into swimsuits, Eddie simply threw his shirt off, opting to swim in his cut-off jeans. He snickered, thinking about the look of horror he’d get from Mr. Former Swim Team Captain at his audacity (he banned denim from his pool to force Eddie into a pair of borrowed trunks, but they were at the lake now. King Steve had no power here).

When you left the showers with Robin and Nancy in a cherry red bikini, Eddie made a beeline for the toilets. There’s no way in the nine circles of hell he’d be able to swim around without getting hard at the sight of you. He walked around the corner of the building that housed the showers when he saw them. Eddie knew that was your canvas bag, the very one he saw you pull out of the floorboard of his van when you got out. There was no mistaking that the black, lace boy shorts lying on top of your other clothes were yours. It looked like you’d stepped out of them and laid them right on the bag. That could only mean one thing…

“Oh, fuck me sideways…”

You’d been wearing these. You sat in Eddie’s van wearing these exact panties.

He knew he’d probably hate himself forever for what he was about to do, but in his defense, Eddie did make sure you had extra pairs of clean panties before swiping these (He’s not a monster, okay? He wouldn’t dream of leaving a fair maiden pantiless). After taking them, cursing himself quietly, he high-tailed it back to his van to hide them. He couldn’t help feeling like Gollum, storing the One Ring away in his cave away from nosey hobbits.

Before going back to the lake, he couldn’t resist pulling the fabric to his face and inhaling deeply. Eddie’s eye’s rolled into the back of his head, groaning at the light scent of you that permeated the delicate fabric. He shook his head and threw them into the van to rest among his bedding. If he got too carried away now, he would never get rid of the persistent issue he had grown between his thighs.

After another adjustment and filling his thoughts with some of the most boner-killing scenarios, Eddie was finally able to rejoin everyone at the lake. If he had to remain solidly waist deep the entire time to avoid embarrassing himself and everyone around him… Well that was his business, wasn’t it?

As Eddie’s luck would have it, as soon as he dared to slip the tantalizing strip of fabric that haunted him all fucking day long over his face, there was a knock on his van door. He nearly jumped out of his skin, sitting up at lightning speed.

He cracked the back door open and gasped when he saw it was you, still clutching your panties firmly in his grip. He slammed the door shut before you could speak and dove towards his bedding, stuffing the offending garment deep into his pillowcase. Eddie took one large breath to steady himself before turning to open the back door again.

“H-hi, umm,” he wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He just knew you were on to him. You were probably knocking on his door to tell him what a filthy pervert he was and demand he hand over your underwear. “What’s uh… what’s up?”

You looked both amused and slightly confused, one eyebrow cocked upwards. “Well, the thing is,” you looked around the dark campground, biting your bottom lip. “My tent keeps collapsing. So I tried bunking with Robin and Steve, but there was no room. All the other tents are full too, so… if it wouldn’t be too weird, I guess…” you trailed off sheepishly.

“You wanna sleep in here?” Eddie knew his eyes rivaled the size of the full moon that hung above your heads. He felt equal parts horrified, shocked, and elated that you’d ended up seeking him out.

“I’m sorry if it’s too weird! I can just squeeze between Robin and Steve, it’s no big-”

“No,” Eddie barked. He cleared his throat a little and lowered his voice. “No, it’s totally fine. I don’t mind at all,” The thought of you snuggling up to Harrington was one he didn’t want to entertain. He hoped his smile was reassuring and not creepy like he felt it might be. You must not have cared since you beamed at him and announced you’d be back with your bedding in a minute.

Eddie scrambled around to ensure the mess in the back of his van wasn’t too out of hand. He’d thrown an old pair of boxers and an empty beer can over the driver’s side seat when he heard you knock again. He was relieved that he decided to shower and put on deodorant earlier when most of the other guys didn’t after swimming all afternoon. Eddie would have lain awake all night in misery if he’d had to share close quarters with you smelling like a fish.

Once you were both inside the van, he closed the door, and the silence was deafening. You must have noticed the tension because you shifted an inch closer and cleared your throat. That gave Eddie the courage to sneak a peek at you over his shoulder.

He nearly groaned as he watched you pull a joint out of your goddamn bra and wave it in front of you, cocking an eyebrow up and smiling.

“Purple palm tree delight?” Eddie whispered, his mouth dry as cotton before taking a single hit.

“You know it,” you responded, pulling a lighter out of your pillowcase. Eddie wondered why you weren’t using your pockets. He risked a glance down towards your lap. Your shorts (if they could even be called shorts instead of underwear) were so tiny that there was no way you’d fit anything in there, even if they did have pockets. He felt dizzy at the thought of you being in such little clothing this close to him all night.

You lit up the joint, the small, flickering flame casting your features in an enchanting glow. Eddie was close enough to smell that you’d used some of that expensive perfume. A tiny, pathetic part of him wondered if you’d done it for him. ‘Don’t be a fool’ he thought. ‘Just because she’s sharing her weed and talking about music with you doesn’t mean anything. Stop being a pathetic creep.’

He must have missed something you’d said because he heard you call his name and saw you looking at him questioningly.

“Oh, sorry. What was that?”

“I said, can I try something?”

“S-sure,” Eddie didn’t know (or care, if he’s being honest) if you’d asked to try out ritual sacrifice or if you asked to try a piece of his gum, but he knew he’d always let you try anything you’d wanted. “I need to get pretty close. Is that okay?”

Eddie nodded, transfixed by you getting up on your knees and leaning over his face. Your face was inches from his. Eddie thanked any deity that existed for the forethought he had to put his pillow over his lap. He’d beg to be struck down by lightning if you knew how easily he got boners when you were near him.

You brought the joint up to your lips. Before taking a hit, you asked, “Have you ever shotgunned, Eddie?”

Of course, he hadn’t. Eddie’s experience with the fairer sex was woefully lacking. Instead of admitting it out loud, he simply shook his head no.

“Do you want to try it?” you purred. Eddie gripped the pillow over his lap as he nodded yes furiously. You grinned and put the joint to your lips. Eddie could have cried when you placed your small hand on his cheek, thumb pushing his chin down to open his mouth for you.

Your hand traveled to the back of his neck as you released smoke into his waiting mouth, and Eddie shuddered. He grew so flustered that he could barely inhale what you exhaled towards him. His eyes closed, and he let out a shaky exhale as you began to play with his hair.

“How was that?” you asked, lips still heart-achingly close to his own. Eddie’s brain was mush. The defenses he usually kept up around you to appear cool were falling fast.

“Am I dreaming right now?” was the only coherent thought he could string together, so that’s what ended up coming out of his mouth.

Your laughter sounded like bells. “Why do you ask that, Eddie?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No,” you drew out your response, still looking at him suspiciously.

“I’ve been obsessed with you since I was sixteen,” you looked genuinely surprised, but Eddie couldn’t stop the words from flowing now that he unleashed them. “I think I might die if I have to pretend for one more day that I’m not,” He paused. Eddie was so terrified. He felt like he might puke. “You scare the ever-living shit out of me, but not in a ‘horror movie villain’ way,” he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “In the way you might fear a beautiful warrior queen on the battlefield, or a siren out at sea.”

When he opened his eyes, he saw you wearing such a soft expression that he felt safe to keep talking. He said your name so quietly that he barely heard himself whisper it. “I’m just a freak that dreams about entertaining a goddess.”

Before he could feel insecure about spilling his guts to you in the back of his shitty van, your hands were holding his face, noses pressed together.

“Eddie Munson, you are a fool,” you whispered before attaching your lips to his in the sweetest kiss Eddie knew he’d ever had.

Eddie only nodded in agreement, clutching at your waist. He felt drunk off your lips, all of his insecurities taking a back seat as he reached for another kiss.

“You really had no clue?” you spoke into his ear as you kissed along his jawline.

“About what? Oh, fuck!” he whined as you sat down on top of him. Your weight in his lap felt heavenly despite the stupid pillow being in the way.

“About what?!” You pulled away with a wide eye stare. “I’ve been wanting to get in your pants since high school, you dingus!” You emphasized your point with a light slap to his chest. “I thought you hated me for the longest time! I was so nervous when I talked to you that one time we wore matching Iron Maiden shirts! When you ran away, I thought that was it. Then, years later, not only do I find out my crush is now friends with my best friend,” your arms wrapped around his neck as you leaned in. “I also find out that he’s got a big, fat crush on me too.” Your noses brushed and Eddie shivered.

“No fuckin’ way,” he whimpered as your lips brushed lightly.

“Yes fuckin’ way,” you replied, capturing him in another kiss.

Eddie didn’t question how you found out about his crush because he quite frankly didn’t have the brain power for it. He’d deal with all that later.

“Not to run you off or anything,” he sighed, relishing the feel of your soft hands exploring his torso. “But I was so obsessed with you back in school. Like, to a concerning degree.”

He didn’t expect you to moan into his neck at his admission, but he also wasn’t upset about it.

“Tell me about it, baby,” your voice was a husky whisper. “Keep talkin’ to me.”

“Oh god,” Eddie whined as he felt you begin to suck a mark into the delicate skin under his ear. “Feels… that feels so good.”

“Want me to mark you up? Show everyone you belong to me, Eddie?”

“Holy shit, yes! Please…”

“Then talk to me,” you kissed over the mark that began to form on his neck. “Tell me all about your little crush.”

“Fuck!” He cried out, bucking up into the pillow. “I, uh. I n-never even looked at anyone else in school after I saw you.”

“Not even the pretty little cheerleaders?”

“No,” he gasped when your lips met his again. “No one, I swear.”

You got off Eddie’s lap and he thought he might cry at the loss. The pillow hiding the tent he was sporting in his sweats was ripped away and for a moment, he felt self-conscious. You noticed him tense up and cupped his face.

“We can stop, you know?” Your eyes glowed with affection and Eddie wondered again how he was lucky enough to warrant that expression from you. “I’m just thrilled that we can be honest with each other now. We don’t have to do anyth-,”

“I’m a virgin,” Eddie blurred out. “Like a uh, mega virgin…”

Eddie could tell you were trying to keep your features neutral, but he saw the smile that wanted to peek out.

“A ‘mega virgin’?” You said, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“Yes,” Eddie answered with a grimace. “Like an ‘I’ve never seen boobies in real life’ level of virgin. So, I’m probably going to be very bad at everything,” he looked up from his lap to lock eyes with you. Any trace of humor was gone, replaced with that honey-sweet fondness in your eyes.

“Can I be blunt with you, Eddie?” Your thumbs brushed his cheekbones softly as you spoke. “I’m so insanely attracted to you that I don’t think any touch you decide to give me could ever feel bad. Do you understand?”

“Y-yeah,” he responded with a whisper. “I feel the same way about you.”

Your forehead met his and he closed his eyes, afraid that when he opened them again, he’d realize this was all a dream.

“Do you wanna feel what kissing you does to me?” Eddie could only nod and pray to Lucifer that this was going where he thought it was. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your lower stomach. “Go ahead,” your lower lip brushed his as you spoke. “Feel how bad I want you.”

Eddie’s fingers trembled as they traveled past the elastic waistband of your tiny black shorts. He was mesmerized watching your mouth drop open and your eyelids lower in pleasure. When his hand’s slow descent made it to your soaked entrance, he was floored by how impossibly wet you were.

“Jesus H. Christ, this is unreal,” he moved his fingers up and down, not having any sort of plan, simply wanting to feel. By the way you grabbed his shoulders and started panting, you didn’t seem to mind his lack of skill too terribly. “Are you always this wet?”

You shook your head no instead of answering verbally. Eddie’s forehead fell to your collarbone as he let out a loud groan. His eyes were fixed on the outline of his hand in your shorts.

“Can we get these off?” He asked. “I wanna look, please.”

“Yeah, sure,” you responded, laying down on his blankets. You lifted your hips to take them off when Eddie grabbed your hands.

“Let me?” Eddie’s hands shook and his breath froze in his lungs. He’d dreamed of this exact scenario so many times before. This all seemed as fantastical as the D&D campaigns he spent hours writing.

“Please,” your voice was so airy and desperate. Eddie still couldn’t comprehend that he was the reason for it. You raised your hips and he slowly pulled your shorts off along with your panties. Immediately, he began running his fingers through your wetness, looking up at your face to judge your reactions.

“Does this feel good?” he asked. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip with your eyes closed. He continued that way for a couple of minutes longer, panting at how wet his pointer and middle fingers had become. He laid his head on your thigh and kissed your damp skin. He kept his nose buried there, reveling in your smell and taste.

“I-I wanna make you come. Please,” your eyes met his and he kissed higher up your thigh, not looking away once. You threw your head back with a loud moan. Eddie felt like a god, your obvious signs of pleasure giving him newfound confidence. His fingers sped up while he added the slightest bit more pressure to his strokes. “That’s it, get loud for me. God, I fucking love your noises. Show me, baby,” he stopped touching you and grabbed one of the hands you had fisted in his blanket and wove your fingers together squeezing gently to get your attention. You nodded and brought his hand back down between your thighs.

“Put them inside,” you coached him along as he breached your soaked entrance. He went as slow as he could manage, eyes flitting between his disappearing fingers and your blissed-out face. Once he was in far enough, you spoke again. “Now, curl the- oh, fuck!”

Eddie grinned wildly at your outburst. He might be a virgin, but he’s not clueless, okay? Weirdly enough, he’d learned this little trick from Reefer Rick, of all people. They got high once and when Eddie let slip he was still a virgin, Rick took it upon himself to give him some sort of fucked up sex ed class on women’s pleasure. At the time, he wanted to curl up and die of shame. Now? All the embarrassment in the world was worth seeing your jaw drop and eyes roll back like this.

“There we go,” he purred. The part of Eddie’s personality that allowed him to go feral while DMing was bleeding over into his interactions with you. He sat up and began rubbing back and forth along your soaked clit with his other hand.

“Oh god, Eddie!” you looked close to tears as he massaged you inside and out. Your hips began writhing and when your thigh accidentally grazed Eddie’s stiff cock, he nearly doubled over. You noticed instantly and repeated the gesture.

“Fuck,” his movements faltered and you chuckled darkly, “Baby, if you make me come in my sweats I might die of embarrassment,” he whined through gritted teeth.

“What if I wanna see you do it?”

Eddie closed his eyes and inhaled deeply to collect himself. “Nope. Uh-uh,” he looked back down with determination in his features. “I’m getting you off first. I’ve dreamt of this for years. I refuse to jizz in my pants before you come all over my hands,” he redoubled his efforts, tongue peeking out of his mouth slightly in concentration.

Your eyes flew open and your body tensed. Eddie began to feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. It was the most intriguing and arousing thing he’d ever experienced.

“Holy shit,” he gasped. “You about to come, sweetheart?”

You nodded and grabbed his shoulder, sitting up a little. “Kiss me, please?”

Eddie melted. You wanting to kiss him while you came was so insanely sexy and endearing at the same time.

“‘Course I will, baby. Come here,” you crashed into each other, lips brushing together between panting breaths. You had one hand in Eddie’s hair and the other had a vice grip on his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck! Eddie, I’m-,”

“I know, I know. Give it to me,” he kissed you hard and imagined he’d died and gone to heaven when he felt your whine against his lips. You tensed all over. Eddie felt your walls clamp down on his fingers. He was amazed when you got impossibly wetter and threw yourself back into his pillow, nearly screaming in pleasure.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie brushed your hair out of your eyes, staying like that for a few minutes. After you came down from your high, he laid down beside you.

Eddie held up the hand he’d had inside you and admired his soaked fingers before licking them clean and moaning shamelessly. You looked at him fondly, raising your eyebrows at his dramatics.

“What? Can’t help it,” he said, as he made a show of licking up his palm. “You’re sweet as honey.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, turning to throw your thigh over his lap. He shuddered and you grinned up at him with lidded eyes. “I bet you taste just as sweet, big boy.” Your thigh traveled lower. Eddie groaned and bucked his hips to chase the sensation. “You gonna let me find out? I know I said I wanted to see you get these sweats dirty, but I think I want you in my mouth more,” you whispered filth directly into his ear while petting along his lower stomach the entire time.

“If you keep doing that, I can’t make any promises I won’t get these pants dirty either way,” he moaned, grabbing your thigh and grinding it into his crotch again.

“You didn’t answer me,” you responded, sitting up and positioning yourself between Eddie’s spread thighs. “Are you gonna let me find out how you taste?” You pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but a black lace bra, one left little to the imagination.

“Uh, yes? Fuck yes!” Eddie was pulling at his hair, nearly hysterical with desire. He was on the verge of embarrassing himself because he was so worked up. He scrambled to get his pants down without knocking you over.

“Eddie,” you laughed lightly, grabbing his hands. “Let me,” he nodded and crossed his hands over his chest, not sure where they should go. It’s not like he’s ever been in this situation before.

“Relax,” you said as your fingers dipped below the waistband of his boxers. Eddie met your gaze and nodded. You began pulling his pants down and he tried his best to control his breathing.

He groaned long and low when you finally freed him from his clothing, the cooler air in the van a delicious contrast to his burning skin.

“I knew it,” you purred, wasting no time getting your hands on him. Your touches were firm but gentle, running up and down his shaft. Eddie keened when your palm slid over his weeping head, smearing precum down his length. “I knew you were hiding a monster in those tight jeans.”

“M-monster? Really?” Eddie lifted his head off the pillow and searched your face to make sure you weren’t just mocking him.

“Are you kidding? This thing has gotta be close to eight inches, Eddie!” You stroked him slowly from base to tip as you spoke. “It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, anyway.”

“It is?” He said, probably a little too eagerly. He was practically glowing under your praise. And you seemed to catch on to it.

“It is baby,” your voice was low and sultry. “The biggest and the prettiest,” Eddie bit into his fist, trying to stave off his creeping orgasm as you began massaging his balls with your other hand. “I can already tell I’m gonna want you in my mouth any chance I get.”

“Oh fuck, oh god!” Eddie’s hips jolted, “I might not survive your hand, much less your mouth!”

You grabbed the fist he’d been biting and intertwined your fingers. “Only one way to find out.”

That was the last thing you said before taking him halfway down in one go. Eddie squeezed your hand and shouted.

“S-shiiit! Y-you’re so,” he panted and squirmed, trying to string together a coherent thought. “You’re so perfect. Your mouth is heaven,” you hummed in appreciation of the praise and the vibrations felt like electricity dancing along Eddie’s spine. “Oh goddammit, I’m gonna come so fuckin’ fast.”

You pulled off of him to meet his eyes, “Do it,” you took his hand and placed it on the back of your head, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Eddie stroked your cheek affectionately, “You do. You really fuckin’ do.” His hand went back to your hair as you swallowed him down again. It wasn’t much longer before he began warning you.

“H-hey,” his voice rose in pitch the closer he got to his release, “L-listen, angel. I’m about to come. Pull off.”

“Want it in my mouth,” you said, kissing his hipbone as you kept stroking him. “Can I taste it? Please?”

“Goddammit, yes! Oh yes, please!”

You hummed around him and with just a few more bobs of your head, Eddie released straight into your throat.

You slowly bobbed your head, swallowing every time another wave of his release entered your mouth. After a few seconds, when you were sure he was done, you released him from your lips and sat up. Eddie’s vision returned just in time to watch you crawl over his body and lay onto his chest. Your hands carded through the damp curls around his face.

“Wanna know a secret, Eddie?” You whispered, tracing patterns into his scalp as his breathing finally slowed.

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever let anyone come in my mouth.”

Eddie’s face whipped over to look at you. “Honest?”

You smiled as you bit your lower lip and nodded, “Honest, baby.”

He shuddered at the nickname. “Mmm, keep callin’ me sweet names and you’ll never get rid of me, ya know?”

“That’s the idea, my love.”

Eddie made a growling sound as he clung to you like a koala. “You’re lethal. You know that?”

You didn’t answer but sat up far enough to envelop Eddie’s plush lips in a deep kiss. You made out like that for a while, until he realized he began to harden again. You seemed to notice it as well.

“Down, boy,” you joked, stroking his sides and nipping at his throat.

Eddie groaned. “Nothing’s going down as long as I’m this close to you,” he turns you both to your sides facing each other. “I can’t stop thinking about how warm and wet you are,” Eddie squeezed your sides and kissed along your collarbone. “You squeezed my fingers so tight when you came. I wanna feel you doing that around my cock, pretty mama.”

You wrapped your leg around his hip and whined. “Eddie I’m not taking your virginity in the back of your van,” his hand found your still-soaked entrance and began petting you while his mouth worked your neck over. You returned the favor by fisting his damp cock.

“Oh god, I don’t give a fuck where it happens,” he gasps as you run your palm over his sensitive head. “Please, I need it,” he bit and sucked the delicate skin of your neck, whining the entire time.

“No, Eddie,” your firm tone made him shiver. “You’ll get my hand and my mouth tonight. As many times as you need it,” your hand sped up as his fingers followed suit against your clit. “But you’ll get my pussy in my bed. So you can fuck me into the mattress properly.” Eddie came for the second time with a shout into your fist.

He looked up in time to see you lick it up from your palm like it was sugar. Eddie’s brain short-circuited. “I-I wanna make you come again,” he blurted out, still circling your clit. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead into his.

“Keep doing that,” you encouraged. Eddie nodded and picked up speed. He watched you in a trance as you unraveled under his touch for the second time in one night. He felt like a god.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you do that,” Eddie kissed all over your face as you laughed. “Ethereal, stunning, a work of art!”

“That’s all you, pretty boy,” you kissed the bridge of his nose and he melted.

“By the way, I’m totally down for van fucking, ma’am,” he feigned irritation as he poked your sides playfully. “Making a twenty-one-year-old virgin wait even longer is just cruel.”

“Don’t pout, Eddie,” you cooed, cuddling into his side. “I promise you’ll be glad you waited.”

“If you insist, princess,” he sighed, pulling your body close.

“I do,” you yawned. “Now sleep.”

“Hey, sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“How soon after we wake up can we get the fuck outta here and preferably into your bed?”

Eddie let out an ‘oof!’ as you slapped a pillow over his face.

“Less talk. More sleep.”

“Yes, love.”

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Test Run

Fandom: rotbtd | Characters: Merida, Rapunzel, Hiccup, Jack Frost

Prompt(s): Merida, Favorite AU

Word count: 1851 | Warnings: None | Read on AO3

Summary: While giving her new gear a test run, Merida nearly dies and winds up meeting several budding heroes. Some more impressive than others.

Author's Note: I wrote this for the third week's prompts of the 2023 Big Four Fest, which were Merida and Favorite AUs. My favorite au is a very specific one by lucidorange on tumblr, and it's based around the larger superhero au. Unfortunately, the creator of the au deleted their tumblr account a while back, so everything I know about the au is thanks to the wayback machine and reblogs of the comic. (You can find part 1 here)

I tried to give the triplets more unique personalities while still staying in line with the au versions. I hope you enjoy!

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Merida DunBroch, daughter of the wildly successful owner and CEO of DunBroch Technologies, Fergus DunBroch, was doing her homework.

Or, that’s what she was supposed to be doing.

In reality, she was perched on a flat roof thirty stories up, the lights of the city shining like stars below her. It was beautiful, and the wind gently caressing her face only added to the serenity. Unfortunately, it was currently being ruined by multiple voices jabbering in her ear. Tuning back in, she found that they were still going on about features and safety and blah, blah, blah. Pretty much everything she didn’t care about.

“—and if you notice sparks, tell us immediately and drop the—”

“If you’re done yapping,” she interrupted, grip tightening on her bow, “I’m gonna take this gear for a spin now.”

“Be careful,” buzzed one of the three nearly identical voices in her ear. Her amazing sister-senses told her it was Hubert. “This is just a test run — we don’t know if there are any glitches with the suit or bow.”

A second voice — Hamish — piped up, “Not that there will be any, considering we made it.”

“Don’t encourage her,” Harris broke in.

Merida rose, a wolfish grin spreading across her face as she looked to the ground below. So, so far below. “When have I ever needed encouragement?”

Three matching groans reached her ears, but she barely heard them over the rush of wind as she stepped over the edge—

And started free-falling.

All she could hear was the roaring of air in her ears as it whipped strands of hair out of her ponytail and stole the breath from her lungs. Her gut was long gone, left behind on the rooftop. The city lights pulsed brighter, getting ever closer. To most this would be a nightmare. But to her…to her it was exhilarating.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Grasping an arrow from her quiver, she drew her bow, changing the setting to “Zipline” with a flick of her thumb. Ah, the beauty of having genius inventor brothers. Aiming for a nearby building, Merida fired.

And was promptly disappointed.

Yes, the arrow flew true, arching through the air with the precision only a master could give, but it did so without the intended zipline attached. Leaving Merida still falling to her doom.

Okay, so maybe she should have checked that feature before jumping off a building.

A lump of panic rose in her throat. “Uh, guys?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already broken it,” came Harris’s response.

Oh, she was never going to live this down, was she? “I, uh. Might be about to die.”

There was silence on the other end. All at once, her brothers’ voices came pouring over each other in crackling mayhem.

“It hasn’t even been five minutes—”

“—You are so irresponsible—”

“—More inheritance for me!”

Gritting her teeth, she was about to cut through their chatter when something soft and golden wrapped itself around her waist and promptly yanked her to the side. She was no longer falling, but being swung like a pendulum. Grabbing at the fabric that led away from her waist into the dark of the night, she realized it wasn’t fabric at all. It was thousands of strands of golden hair.

What in the bloody hell…?

A moment later she was dropped — surprisingly gently — onto another roof, much lower than the one she had originally been on. The hair loosened and fell away, disappearing in a flash.

“I don’t know what happened,” said a voice from the shadows, “or what you’re going through, but killing yourself isn’t the answer.”

Merida sprung to her feet, narrowed eyes scanning her surroundings. It seemed to be the roof of an apartment building, with a box-like entrance to a stairwell in one corner. And yet, no sign of whoever had— wait, there! There, in the shadows of the entrance, was a girl, parts of her golden hair somehow still managing to gleam in the dark, giving away her position.

Her hair…

Calling it long would have been an understatement. “Long” gave the impression that the hair went down to her waist, maybe a little ways past. But the mass of yellow didn’t stop there. It went to her feet, and then continued off, spilling over the edge of the building like a waterfall of spun gold.

“Are you okay?” The girl asked again, her voice just as soft as her hair had been.

“‘m fine. And I wasn’t trying to kill myself.“

The girl stepped out of the shadows, confusion making furrows in her brow. They looked out of place, and Merida had the sudden urge to smooth them out. “Then what were you doing?”

“Testing out my gear.” She motioned to herself and the bow that was still in her hand.

The girl’s green eyes lit up with understanding. “Oh! You’re like me then!”

“Like you?”

“Yeah, you know. Superhero, vigilante, whatever you want to call it.” She flashed a grin, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “This is so cool! I’ve been working alone for so long — well, not really alone, I mean I’m technically working alongside the police but that’s nothing like having an actual partner — not that you’re going to be my partner, I didn’t mean to imply—”

“Whoa, slow your horses!” Everything was suddenly falling into place, from the freaky hair to the large purple crown perched on the girl’s head. “You’re Swift, aren’t you? The vigilante people are claiming is running around?”

The girl — Swift — nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”

“I thought you were an urban legend!”

“Nope, I’m real.” The smile on her face grew ever wider. “And so are you! Ohhh, this is so cool!”

Despite herself, Merida could feel one of her eyebrows raising. This was…not how she had expected her first meeting with a vigilante to go. Granted, she had never really thought about it before, but Swift had a strangely innocent demeanor about her. She wasn’t remotely hardened or threatening.

Three loud beeps sounded from Swift’s pocket. She withdrew what looked to be a burner phone and grimaced at whatever was displayed on the screen. “Sorry, I gotta go. There’s a fire downtown and a…dragon?” She squinted at the screen. “I think that’s a typo.”

Merida perked up. A fire and possibly also a dragon? That would be a perfect test run for the gear! Never mind the fact that her original test run had almost ended in her own demise. “Mind if I come with you?”

The look on Swift’s face could only be described as ecstatic. “Of course! But, uh…since you’re having some issues with your equipment, would you like me to carry you? It’ll be faster that way.”

Well, she certainly didn’t want to die or get left behind. “Sure.”

Golden hair came whipping up and around her waist, and a second later she was swinging through the air again. It took all her willpower to suppress a scream. From the way the city was whizzing past below, she had been right to agree to Swift’s offer. She would have been left in the dust long ago otherwise.

Soon the sound of sirens and the sight of orange light licking the night sky reached her senses. As well as…Snow?

A moment later the two of them were safe on the ground outside a burning apartment building, above which was a dark cloud. From the cloud fell a flurry of flakes, killing the fire slowly but surely.

Swift frowned. “That’s…weird. It’s the middle of September.”

Merida’s comm piece crackled to life. “So…are you still there?” Came Hamish’s voice. “I need to know if I won the bet or not.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m here.” At Swift’s quizzical look, she gestured to her ear. “‘m talking to my brothers, sorry.”

“Dang it. Wait, are you with someone?”

“Just another hero I met. Turns out that vigilante, Swift, is real.” Merida followed said hero as she ran towards the entrance. “And now we’re gonna stop a—” she broke off at the sound of shattering glass.

The two girls skidded to a halt as a large black bundle landed in front of them. It was metallic, and as it slowly uncurled itself they realized what it was.

It was a metal dragon.

The craftsmanship was astounding. From the textured metal and leather to the glowing green lights that constituted eyes. There was an air of intelligence in them, making Merida second-guess whether it was really insentient or not.

The reason for its previous ball-like state became evident as well. Clutched between its paws — talons? — was a child. Covered in ash and smoke, Merida could barely make out where the kid’s dark skin ended and the gray smudges began.

“That’s the last of them!” Called a voice from above. A moment later a brown-haired teenage boy dressed in black and green landed a little ways away, not noticing the two heroines.

All at once, the fire went out. Instead of flickering flames, the building was now covered in layers of frost and ice.

Merida gawked at the now blue-tinted structure. Just how many super-powered people are running around in this city?!

Swift was helping the dragon move the poor girl to a safe spot for when the paramedics would arrive, acting as if this kind of thing happened every day. And hey, maybe it did. Before Merida could decide what to do to help, another boy landed next to the first, this one seeming to float down with effortless ease. His blue eyes were locked on her as he pulled down his hood, revealing a shock of white hair.

He grinned. “Hey, look at that! We’ve got an audience.”

The Brunet turned, finally noticing her. He flinched, shooting a glare at his companion. “Jack! You said we wouldn’t be noticed!”

“Actually, I said we wouldn’t get in the papers. Big difference.” He was in front of her in a flash, lifting off of the ground like a leaf on a breeze. “That’s some outfit you got there. Who are you?”

Merida pursed her lips. She certainly wasn’t giving this weirdo her name. If she was going to be a vigilante like Swift, she’d need an alias. “Atlas,” she finally answered. “And what are you two supposed to be? Dragon Boy and Frosty the Snowman?”

The brunet made a noise akin to a broken squeaky toy. Jack only smiled wider. “Close. The name’s Frost. And you can call my sidekick whatever you like.”

“I am not your sidekick!”

Merida sighed internally. These two yahoos were obviously just playing around — although the metal dragon was pretty impressive.

“Well, aren’t you Miss Popular,” Harris’s voice rang in her ear. “Just how many people have you met tonight?”

She had forgotten her comm was on during that whole exchange. Great. She turned away from Frost and his sidekick/partner/friend and whispered through clenched teeth, “Shush. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. I promise.”

“You better. We’re already making popcorn.”

#frosted words #rotbtd #bigfourfest2023 #superhero au #modern au #merida dunbroch #rapunzel #hiccup haddock #jack frost #fanfiction #ao3 link

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by-glass-and-waves · 10 months

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oh right my reference scene for Chapter 10 of Courtship

keep in mind I wrote this first and built the next drafts on it, so things might not match up entirely

"Come in."

He saw the door open and felt his insides constrict.

It was that damned Lamb. He glared at them, already feeling the storm build. His hands shut the book in his hands and made his way back to his desk, placing it on its surface.

"Ah. Consort."

"Dear husband, did you just return from the Gateway?" Their eyes unnerved him, the embers threatening to reach towards him.

They had done something to him in Anchordeep. No, he would not succumb.

He nodded, averting his gaze. Yes." He focused on the book he placed on the desk as he spoke. "The Dead must be Judged. I am not one to neglect such duties."

"Oh, of course." In his periphery he saw them approach, and gripped his chair. Their fire would not engulf him. Not again. He could not let them near. He felt his insides churn like the ocean, and he wanted nothing more but for their interaction to be swift. He saw their frown, and ignored the feeling in his chest.

They reached towards him and moved closer to the desk. "Are you okay? I haven't seen you since our trip to Anchorde-"

"I am fine." He grit his teeth and felt a joint crack as his fingers curled around the back of the chair. "Is there anything you need of me?"

"Narinder, you've been gone longer than usual. It's been a week." They crossed their arms and stepped forward until they reached the desk. The death god watched every step, before feeling a shelf pressing against his back. He cursed when he realized he trapped himself. He pulled the chair closer to him. No, he would not let them near. He could not. Had he not suffered enough? Must he burn himself again after that... that..

"We both know you don't have as many Dead to sort through. Aren't you usually gone for a day, O husband mine?" They mocked him. He saw the quirk at the corner of their mouth. They knew. They knew they had almost conquered him. And now they dared mock him. His insides began to roll into a wave, threatening to drown him, drown everything. He leaned over the chair and bared his teeth.

"There were matters to attend to. I was... occupied."

"My love, if you want to talk about anything, I'm here-" His body flinched and he responded immediately.

"There is nothing to discuss." She tapped her foot and furrowed her brow.

"Narinder. What's going on?" They had begun circling the desk towards him.

"Lamb. Do not test me. Were you any less than my Vessel, my Consort, I would have you thrown into the deepest Circles below. " They were close, now. Much too close. As they circled the corner towards him he tried to step back to the other side of the desk. He cursed his traitorous mind, his traitorous body, for even now they tried to remain in place. He did not want to be consumed. He did not.

"You're avoiding the question, my love-" They were in front of him now. The storm subsided, his chest felt tight, and his grip on the chair threatened to break it apart. They reached over and slowly pulled off one finger at a time, their hands so soft yet burning him like an iron. He recoiled, pulling his hands away and hiding them under his cape. He could not remain close. They would not burn him again. He took one step back, then another.

"What answer shall I give, Consort?" He growled and gripped at his cape, hoping that it would hide him from them. "Tell me what you desire to hear, then, so I may repeat it back to you."

Their hands curled into fists as they met his gaze with eyes full of wildfire. "Tell me why you ran, O husband mine."

What fool was he to deny an answer? Their eyes, ready to consume him. Their face, captivating him. Their body, beckoning him forward. All he had to do was-

He blinked. The spell was broken, and he found himself towering over the Lamb. This was dangerous; every moment alone with them lured him deeper into their trap.

"This conversation is over, Lamb. That is my answer."

And still, they dared speak back to the God of Death. "Narinder-"

"Leave me."

His Consort exhaled and their gaze lingered on him before they turned and left.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #fanfic notes #cotl courtship #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #cotl the one who waits #writing my fucking fanfic

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genshin-smut · 2 years

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ALBEDO SMUT

(with bunny features to reader (ears) (tail))

"You must be Albedo, correct? My new tutor?" You say opening the door to the peach haired man. He fixes his glasses as he nods his head at your assumption. You open the door wider, allowing him to enter through the entrance to your cozy home "alright, come on in.”

That's when the two of you first met but now his tutoring is coming to an end after weeks of getting closer to each other and eventually becoming close ‘friends’….friends? Are friends usually this close? Do other friends feel this way about each other?

"Okay, I'm sorry to say but this will be our last session together. It was an honor to teach you." You look up at him sadly.

"But since it's the last lesson there's still one lesson I haven't taught.." "huh?" "well it's sex ED with more detail because it's better safe than sorry" you ponder when you'll ever use this as your ears twitch with confusion. you look at him with puppy dog eyes begging him to explain what this means before you fail your final test for science. He blushes at the way you look so innocent, he prays this is a dream, a fantasy of the sort he can awake from but you look too real for it to be a figment of his imagination. He tries in every way he can to explain the meaning of 'intercorse' but you just can't wrap your head around it so, why not show you what he means "a physical demonstration will do just fine" he says with a smirk decorating his features, he feels his pants getting tighter and tighter when you look up at him with confused eyes..oh how innocent you are. What's this weird warm feeling growing inside of you? He gestures to his lap and looks back at you. You seem to get the idea and walk closer as he asks if it's okay to touch your special anatomy for the sake of your learning. You wonder if this is what friends do with each other.. you agree nonetheless. He grabs your hand and places it on top of his ‘bulge’ feeling his…..'erection' You think that's what he called it..? He takes his “Cock" out of its confinement. As he wraps your hands around it he suddenly grabs your ears together, slightly tugging on them to manipulate your head's movements, bobbing up and down after he brings your mouth to his tip. "Fuck your doing so well for your first time bunny" you gag as a response to his praise. After wetting your palate he stops you before he can climax

"I'll only cum in one place and one alone darling" he says seductively, he pushes you against the wall as he lifts your skirt for easier access to your sacred place. He slowly inserts his fully hardened cock up your sensitive parts, “AH!” you say with your face scrunched up in the most erotic way, “Trust me darling~” he says as he moves, the pleasure takes over and complete bliss fills your head, “Ah-a f-faster A-albedo” “It’s sir to you, slut” you dont know how to explain this sensation, but its almost as if he’s purposely going slow to tease you, “P-please Alb-” you feel him ram into you making your eyes widen with shock, “I told you..” “Sir.. or else”

He says looking at you almost sadistically as you whine to him "s-sorry sir- Ngh- please- more!~" The strawberry blond haired male grunts in pleasure from the suction around him, “Ahhh~ you feel so good darling~” "F-faster p-please si-SIR" He starts to thrust deeper and faster, grabbing your ears as leverage to thrust harder and not letting go,when you say that it's feeding his addiction to you. Pants and loud moaning can be heard bouncing off walls in the room the two are secluded in. You start to feel something build up in your stomach area, is this what you call a climax? "S-sir I feel..Ngh..weird" he starts to pick up the pace "A-AHH" "Take it you bitch" he groans and tugs your ears tighter than ever before making you both release a sticky, warm substance between the both of you, leaving both parties a moaning mess, his glasses getting pushed down his face as his hair comes slightly undone making him look even more handsome as he comes down from his high. "A-ah, I'm sorry about this" you say slightly embarrassed, you try to pick yourself off the wall but stumble into Albedo's arms, feeling a sting in.. you know.. that place.. He chuckles to himself before picking you up bridal style, sweeping you off your feet and taking you to your shower, stripping your clothes so that you're both naked, the hot water bouncing off your body's, while he seats you in the seat of the shower, washing every crevice of your exposed body. After washing yourselfs he lays you down on the bed and hugs you from behind, rubbing your soft ears until the two of you drift off into a Dreamland.

@albedos-property

#smut #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #albedo #x reader

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subqtaneoussmut · 1 year

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The Tea Girl's Gambit, Chapter Twelve

“Did you get everything you needed?”

“Yes. What happened?” hissed Mila, as they quick-walked away from the building.

Roxa grimaced. “There was another lab assistant there, but off-duty. The one you dosed must have asked him to cover the desk. You were already inside so, I improvised.”

“Shit. That was close. So you bribed him? I mean, thank you Roxa, but how much did you spend?”

“Enough to convince. If you give them too little, the threat won’t keep them in line.”

“You bribed and threatened him?”

“Don’t worry, he liked it.”

“Oh?” Mila raised her eyebrows.

“Such a little slut.” Roxa smirked and shook her head. “I could tell. Not sure they were actually a boy, though.”

“Wait,” Mila said slowly, “had you ever seen this person before, Roxa?”

Roxa looked uncomfortable. “Well, you and them, uh, kind of...had a moment. Right before Penelope, ah…”

“...Oh. Yes.” There was an awkward silence, which Mila gritted her teeth and bulled through. “Roxa, listen, I would have been sharkbait back there without you.”

Roxa grinned weakly at her. “Not on my watch.”

“That’s exactly my point,” Mila sighed, stopping to face her. Roxa stopped too. “You’ve been helping me so much. And I haven’t been telling you everything.”

They were crossing a small, empty courtyard between buildings. The sun had just risen, and the clear, damp air was full of twittering birdsong.

Roxa gave her a lopsided smile. “Nope. But you’re my friend. And I’m not fool enough to fall into the trap of thinking that trusting someone means telling them everything. Sometimes keeping secrets is the best way to protect them…or protect someone else. And, you’re way more vulnerable than me, no matter what you say, and no matter how far I stick my neck out. So no more false equivalencies from you, young miss. Oof!”

Mila was squeezing her, hard.

Roxa tentatively stroked her head. “Friend,” she murmured into Mila’s fragrant, dark hair.

~ ~ ~

The tumult of exams was soon upon them, and Mila knew there might be no better cover for her project. The labs grew more packed than ever, as students frantically jostled for space to complete their assignments or get one more set of results. Mila buckled down and synthesized batch after batch, hidden from notice in the beehive storm of activity.

Mila had spent her life in Opali, embedded in a rich tapestry of dialogue and discussion with other tea girls and herbalists. She’d spent countless hours comparing notes, speculating, drawing from and adding to a deep collective knowledge of bodily shapeshifting. She had heard a dazzling diversity of goals and helped compile anecdotal evidence from hundreds of different accounts.

As a result, she had factored over a dozen workable schemas. She decided, in the end, to only synthesize batches based on a few of those, based on her assessment of their elegance, her limited time and materials, and her preferences and goals for her own body—since she had no one to test them on but herself.

Her aim was to produce a several week supply based on each of her chosen schemas. This would last a while, as well as give her a rich run of data on which to base updates and tweaks before she committed to a second synthesis push.

Spending so much time in the labs, she had ample opportunity to surreptitiously study Petrel. Mila kept finding excuses to look back up and peruse her one more time, as the cute lab assistant ran distractedly around, delivering precursors and reagents, stocking supplies, washing and cleaning surfaces, and otherwise running around during her shifts, studiously avoiding Mila.

Yes, Petrel’s cheeks were plumper. Her face as a whole seemed lighter, more open. The rest of her was hard to get a read on under her baggy clothes, but Mila was increasingly sure that the shape of her body was changing too. Mila kept affirming her own observations, but when those observations were taken all together, the conclusion that popped out still astonished her. And the fact that she’d had that same, matching gut reaction upon first seeing Petrel all those weeks ago?

It just seemed, well…unlikely.

Perhaps Mila was projecting; seeing what she wanted to see. And yet, Roxa had said something about it too?

But even if Mila was right, what then? If Mila had indeed clocked Petrel outside the dining hall, well, Petrel didn’t seem eager to acknowledge it. Mila could hardly blame her.

The fear that if they were seen together, they would each be rendered more clockable, lived coiled tightly around her own lungs, ready to constrict. There were hawks circling above them both, after all.

The most Opali part of her wanted to string a bridge to the other girl, and level with her openly.

The part of her that had been living stealth in the Imperial Democracy for over a year, the part that had walked out of Cordivar’s office with gritted teeth, the part that she feared more than anything else was her true self—that part knew the price of openness could become unbearably steep.

Even if Mila was right about Petrel, did she really want to place her own life and safety in the hands of someone she didn’t know at all? No, the fact that they shared one particular axis of vulnerability was not a substitute for real trust, not by a long shot.

If Mila were to extend a bridge, she would need to do it in such a way as to not expose her own hand. The situation called for careful planning. And unfortunately there were more immediate, pressing concerns before her. The primary one being that she needed to get through exams in one piece.

She ended up crushing Apomasaics, which made sense, given that she’d poured all her spare focus and energy that term into reverse-engineering it. Her other two exams she scraped by in, which made her thank all the tiny spirits of the night that she’d taken on a lighter course load this term.

Roxa was busy and often away from her side, which meant that she had to pour a greater part of her energy into vigilance. She successfully dodged Penelope’s goons, lying in wait for her, three times that she could count. And of course, she began her dose regimen, and fastidiously recorded the most minute changes and side-effects.

Almost immediately, with a triumphant grin, she noticed her breasts growing. Her nipples ached constantly. Despite having gone through girl puberty years ago, she noticed signs of it coming on again, with certain...differences. Her smell changed. Her skin felt different—even softer than before, and far more sensitive. Her clit had always been small, but now it was shifting, rooting into her, and it seemed more connected to the rest of her body? Something as small as the brush of Roxa's fingers on the nape of her neck—or just the thought of more than that—sent wild, vivid bolts of lightning rolling and flowing through her, and pulsing between her legs. And she was, increasingly, desirous of...well, sex.

Living in Opali, Mila had never deprived herself of sex. Quite the opposite, actually. She’d slept with many of her friends, often all at once. But in undertaking the enormous risk of living and studying in the very heart of the Empire’s bastion of technocratic knowledge production, she had largely capped the wellspring of her libido. The constant fear and loneliness had helped with that. For the last year, she had resigned herself to occasional sessions with her hand in the shower.

Her shower sessions had increased markedly in the last few months. That made sense, though. She had been feeling markedly safer with Roxa, after all, and much less lonely. And it didn’t hurt that her roommate featured heavily in those fantasies. It was Roxa’s lips she imagined breathing hotly in her ear, nibbling, whispering all sorts of...things.

As the new term began, however, she seemed to be rushing to the washroom every night before bed. It was actually pushing the limits of credulity, how many long, hot showers she’d been taking lately. Slowly, a realization was dawning in Mila that the orgasms that her hand and her imagination could give her just weren’t cutting it any more.

And she didn’t know what to do.

Her prior reasons for not bedding Roxa seemed to dwindle every time she thought about them. On the one hand, she knew her desire could cloud her judgment, obscure her thinking. And yet, on the other, a slow realization was happening like a sunrise in Mila’s heart.

Without willing it, without trying, without any conscious choice in the matter, she had already surrendered to the lull of intimacy with her roommate. When they were alone together, she was no longer the least bit braced or defended. All her cautionary armor had melted into a puddle at her feet.

After a year of pressure and isolation, the relief of being able to lean on the company of a trustworthy friend was indescribably good. Mila reveled in it, like a delicious stretch after long stasis. It didn’t hurt at all that her tall, beautiful roommate liked to touch her, either.

Mila had just survived a year-long drought of touch, and her condition could fairly be described as starved. She couldn’t resist leaning into Roxa’s caresses like an eager cat. And lately, as she did, there was the added variable of heat pulsing between her legs, and this, of course, made her cheeks redden. It was all such a shifting muddle of mingled attraction.

Roxa, for her part, kept their cuddling carefully within the bounds of friendship. Mila had been ridiculously grateful for this for so long that it took her completely by surprise when it ceased to relieve her and started to drive her crazy.

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xenia-cenia · 1 year

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Cerulean Nails

A short Arcane one shot of a father painting his daughters nails

TW: s1 spoilers, major character death, partial suicidal ideation, panic attack

The first time Silco painted Jinx’s nails, she was 12. He had bought nail polish from a Piltover vendor, carefully deliberating between the colors. It had been one year since he took her in, and she had been doing well in her training. Her hair reached the small of her back, and she carefully braided it each morning.

He wasn’t used to taking care of a child. He felt inclined to just let her roam by herself and let her figure it out, but she dutifully came to him with each scrape, mishap, or injury. Overtime he began to expect her visits - keeping a first aid kit in his bottom desk drawer. After a particularly bad day when a new weapon she was testing backfired, he sat her on his desk and carefully stitched the wound together.

She barely said anything, her blue eyes staring emptily at the floor as he softly chided her. “You must be careful as you work. I can’t care for each misstep you make.”

“I know.”

He paused, flicking his eyes up to meet hers. “You don’t understand, Jinx. You are invaluable to our cause.”

She leaned back on his desk, taking one of the daggers haphazardly stabbed into the wood and running her finger across the blade. “What if I can’t do it?”

Silco scoffed, “You’d give up so easily? The future of Zaun cannot be created by cowards like Vander. I thought you were different, Jinx. Perhaps I was mistaken.”

Her eyes hardened. “No. I’m different.”

Silco smiled softly, “I knew you were stronger than that.”

The next day, while she was resting, he came to her with blue and pink nail polish. He sat at his chair, rolling the small bottles around his palm, and began to feel doubt. What if she doesn’t like it? He wiped his hand down his face and took a deep breath, retreating back to his office.

Children were such a pain.

He sat the bottles on the edge of his desk and continued working on how to expand the production of Shimmer, quickly forgetting about his fear and replacing it with ambition for his future.

It took a week for Jinx to start walking again, and the entire time she continued working on her machines. If she were not building, she was sketching or thinking about materials. Silco would check in on her every once in a while, but she was always too focused to notice him.

When she finally came from her recovery, her smile was bright and her soot-stained goggles hung limply around her neck. She burst into his office with arms full of papers and metals. “I did it!” She exclaimed, dropping it all on his desk. “I figured out what was wrong with my monkey bombs, and they work now!”

He leaned back in his chair and smoked his cigar, “Good. I’m glad to see you used your time thinking of Zaun.”

“And I think I figured out a new kind of-” her eyes scanned the desk and landed on the bottles of nail polish. “What’s that for?”

“It’s for you, Jinx. A present for your dedication to the cause.”

“But I…” she trailed off as Silco raised his hand.

“Hard work is to be rewarded. You deserve this.”

“I don’t know how.”

Silco paused. “Ah.” He sighed and brushed some of the papers to the side, making sure they stayed in a neat pile, but clearing enough space for her to sit. “I’ll show you.”

Jinx nervously looked between the desk and his eyes, ignoring the patience in his stare, and hopped onto the desk. She held out her left hand and he hit the blue nail polish against his palm, “It makes it come out smoother.” He explained, opening the bottle and pulling the cap out, showing her the brush on the end. “You’ll want thinner coats.” He wiped the brush against the lip of the bottle, stopping the small drips of blue paint from falling onto his desk. He laid her pinky against the palm of his hand and took the brush over the nail.

“Why blue?” She spoke.

“For you, of course.”

“Oh.”

He put the cap back on the blue nail polish, not twisting it shut, and opened the pink nail polish. “This is for your past, Jinx.” She stiffened as he painted it on her next nail. “Because you are letting it be a part of you. But there is more Jinx in you than Powder.” He finished and switched back to blue for her middle finger. “Powder is dead. You must accept that.”

“Powder is dead.” Jinx repeated quietly, her voice barely audible.

“Good.” He painted her index finger pink, and her thumb blue. He motioned for her to switch hands, leaving her left hand on a random paper he had barely skimmed earlier that day. As the polish dripped over it, he hoped it wasn’t important. He took her right hand and painted her thumb and index finger blue.

“You did two blues in a row.” Jinx looked up from her nails.

“Oh?” He looked at his mistake. “So I did.”

“I like it. Do pink next.”

He sat the blue polish down, and painted her middle finger pink. He finished painting her ring finger blue, and her pinky finger pink.

She held her hands to her eye level and stared.

“Be careful not to ruin them. They’ll dry in a few minutes or so.” He stood and closed the polishes, placing them in the bottom drawer of his desk next to his first aid kit. He grabbed a rag from the kit and began mopping up the stray polish that had gone on him. “The paint on your fingers will come off as you wash them.”

Jinx jumped off the desk and hesitated, watching as he turned and placed the rag on the windowsill behind him.

“Yes?” He turned back towards her.

She shot forward and wrapped her arms around him, he froze, with his arms awkwardly in the air before he rested a hand on her head. “Perhaps you should work on your inventions some more, Jinx.”

She nodded, but stayed wrapped around him. He smiled and looked towards her, and despite himself, he felt the smallest bit of pride.

He had continued to paint her nails for the next couple of years, sticking with the same pattern and polish as that day. She was 15 now, her hair reached her ankles and her clothing style had significantly changed. Silco began to have gray streaks in his hair, and he was seriously considering hair dye.

Jinx was growing up, and Silco felt a bit sad to see it happen. She had excelled far further than he was expecting. She taught herself how to climb walls, deciding that the pipes of his office were her favorite spot. When she started the hobby, he couldn’t fight the anxiousness he felt each time he fell. He hoped she (or anyone really) didn’t notice the things he added to aid in her goal of reaching the ceiling. The wardrobe served no real, significant purpose. It didn’t even house any clothes. But she could, and did, easily climb the sides of it and reached the rafters.

But even if she did notice, nobody said anything. So he could simply sip his coffee in peace, knowing she’s less likely to hurt herself than before. In fact, it was one of those days where she was in the rafters, simply listening in on his meetings.

Sometimes he’d wonder what would happen if his clients looked up. He would always feel his hand start to shake when their eyes wandered too far up the walls. Luckily, nobody had noticed her yet.

The man sitting opposite him was hardly worth his time. Their every feature reflected on their boring identity. Perfectly set teeth, a pristine face, and hair brushed perfectly back, save for some loose hairs that unset themselves when he had pulled his hood down. Silco understands one's desires to look good, but this man seemed to unappreciate Silcos attempts.

After several minutes of silence, with Silco occasionally smoking his cigar, the man stood and slammed his hand on the desk. “I want out.”

Silco hadn’t the patience to spare the man a look of surprise, “Out?”

“I know what you do down here.”

Silco scoffed, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb with me! I was there when-”

“And we paid you handsomely for your assistance.” Silco leaned forward, tapping the end of his cigar against an ash tray covered in crayon drawings.

“I can’t be a part of this anymore. My wife… I’m having a kid.”

Silco’s eyebrow shot up, “What a blessing. Surely some supplemental income will help.”

The man twitched, conflict on his face. “I don’t want your money.”

“Money?” Silco leaned back in fake surprise, “No, a promotion, Marcus.”

Marcus froze. “How?” He spoke, sounding suffocated.

“Why, Marcus, didn’t you hear?” Silco took a pad of paper and began to write on it, “It seems you’ve gotten an anonymous tip about gangs in the undercity. Surely the Council will appreciate you taking care of them before they spread.” Silco finished his note which detailed a group that had been opposing him, some stragglers holding onto Vanders influence, and ripped it off the pad.

Marcus hesitated, his hand hovering above the edge of the desk, his fingers slowly clenching into a fist. “Fine.” He spat, grabbing the paper and quickly heading for the door.

“Oh, Marcus?” Silco caused, with Marcus hesitating at the door. “Congratulations.” Marcus grabbed the doorknob and left, slamming the door behind him.

Silco sighed, falling back into a comfortable position in his chair, he shut his eyes and sighed.

“Why not just kill him instead of bumping gums for, like, ever?” A voice from above caused Silco to open his eyes again, pressing his fingers against his forehead. “He’s weak.”

“He’s afraid. I need him to fear us.”

“Why?”

“Loyalty will only get you so far. You should know that, Jinx. You must become what they fear so they will stay by your side.”

Jinx jumped from the rafters, landing on his desk. “They’ll leave anyway.”

Silco paused, “No. Not all of them.”

She exhaled heavily, looking over the papers on his desk in boredom. “Blah, blah, blah. You’ve told me a hundred times over.”

He tried to think of a rebuttal, but instead said, “Your nail polish came off.”

Jinx looked at her hand and laughed, “Kind of hard to keep the polish between pumpin’ the wackos with lead.” She pointed her fingers in a gun motion and mimed shooting things around the room to punctuate her point.

“Sit still. I’ll fix it.”

He opened the bottom drawer of his desk, pushing aside some parts of Jinx’s gadgets, crayons, and the first aid kit to grab the nail polish. Jinx, knowing the drill by now, held her left hand out and began fidgeting with the ashtray with her right. Silco quietly painted her nails, only getting a few drops of polish on her skin. When it was time to switch hands, they did it so mechanically that neither really noticed they’d done it.

Silco put the nail polish away and looked at the nails, running his nail around hers to get rid of some of the excess paint. “Wait before you work on your gadgets again.”

“I know, I know.” She leapt off his desk, “I’ll just work on something else.”

“Jinx, don’t work on-” but she had left the room before Silco could finish his sentence. He grabbed his cigar and took a long huff. “That girl will be the death of me.” He mumbled, despite the amused smile on his face.

The final time he painted her nails, she was 19. Silco was more overwhelmed than ever, the nagging feeling of upcoming success looming over his head. He was fighting the Firelights, Shimmer was bringing in large profits, and he finally had the family he had been looking for.

In his heart he knew she was causing him problems, increasing his stress. But each time he’d even think about losing her, he’d fall into a fit of rage. When he gave it more than a second of thought, though, he was filled with guilt and understanding.

Of course this was something Vander would be willing to fight for. To die for. How could he fault his brother for being a father? He’d wonder if Vander would resent him if he knew how Silco turned out.

“A daughter.” He mumbled to himself.

As if the word summoned her, Jinx burst through his door. She was teeming with excitement about the mission the next day - something as simple as guarding a Shimmer shipment brought light into her eyes - talking about her plans to boobytrap the bottom of the airship. While talking, she went to his desk and opened the bottom drawer, pulling out the nail polish and handing it to him.

“Already?” He looked up at her.

“They’re peeling off - especially the blue. Those Piltie scammers probably sold you some dross polish.”

“You’re probably just messing with it too much.” He sighed, but grabbed the polish from her. She swept away some loose papers on his desk and sat, and he carefully unscrewed the lids and painted her nails.

When he was done, even he was impressed with his work. For the first time, he hadn’t spilt any paint on himself, or stained her fingers. Jinx smiled and pulled his hands towards the desk.

“My turn!” She called out, painting his nails haphazardly. She took thick layers of the paint and went over his nails several times, following the pattern on her nails. After she was finished, every paper on Silcos desk was a mess of pink and blue. His nails weren’t much better - they were painted unevenly, some parts being thin enough to see through and others refusing to dry even after several minutes. He grimaced as he looked at them.

“Perhaps you should leave the painting to me, Jinx.”

“But we match!”

“Yes.” He nodded slowly. “We match.”

Without as much as another word, she left the room, laughing as she went. Silco watched her long twin tails follow behind her, and after she shut the door, he looked back at his nails. In the privacy of his office, he let himself smile.

“They’re perfect.” He whispered.

The first time Jinx painted her own nails, her eyes were violet.

She walked up the familiar steps, and sat at the satin office chair. She sunk against the fabric, the smell of cigars lingering in the air. She opened the bottom drawer of the desk, pushing aside a first aid kit, crayons, and remains of unfinished gadgets. Her shaky hands tightened around the caps of the nail polish, and she pulled it out.

The bottles were getting close to empty. Not much of a surprise. He used to paint her nails at least 3 times a month. She set the blue one on the desk, and palmed the pink one. Her mouth twitched upwards as she looked at it.

With a scream of frustration, she threw the bottle at the ground watching the pink polish crash against the ground, staining the floor and bottom of the wall. She turned her attention to her own pink nails and started frantically tearing through the desk, looking for anything to take it off.

After some searching, and practically tearing the desk apart, she found a pink and blue stained rag and some whiskey. She scraped at her nails until the pink was fading and almost entirely gone, only small lines and whispers of it remaining.

She looked at her four blank nails with tears falling down her face, she slid from the chair and settled herself under the desk, covering her head with her hands, and slightly rocking back and forth.

She kept one hand gripped in her hair, and the other banging against her head. The tears turned into sobs, each tear burning her eyes and slipping into her mouth, but she kept her eyes wide open. Staring at the hardwood floor beneath her, staring at her boots, staring at a long ago healed scar running up her leg.

Part of her wanted to release the anger. Part of her wanted to hide and never come out. Part of her wanted to die.

Slowly, she brought one hand from her head and stared at her nails. “I knew you’d leave too.”

Jinx slowly and shakily emerged from under the desk, grabbing the remaining blue nail polish and unscrewing the lid.

“Messed up the colors. Can’t mess up the colors.” She mumbled, applying the paint to her blank fingers. “No, he likes it neat. I’ll make it neat. Gotta be neat.”

“Gotta fix it.” She hit the side of her head repeatedly, “Gotta fix it. Gotta finish it.”

When she was done painting, her tears were starting to dry. The paint job was nothing she was used to - there was paint coating the sides of her fingers and the wood of the desk. Her hands were shaking as she looked over her nails. She hoped it would be good enough. Jinx leaned over the desk, counting her breaths as she stared at the wardrobe propped against the wall.

She shut her eyes, “I thought I'd know by now.”

#arcane #arcane jinx #arcane silco #arcane fanfic #arcane fanfiction #my work #my writing #iust pure fucking sad shit

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lolitystories · 8 months

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Don't let me down 2 : Intrusion.

They had been working together for a week.

They didn't talk much, Miguel had always been used to working alone and even though Sara was more competent than half the people here. Everyone could feel that there was a tension between them…

"...Where is he ?"

He asked.

"What ?"

"The test."

"N°2567-9, I've already seen the results, there's a copy on your desk."

"It was up to me to do it."

“Oh… Sorry for buying us some time.”

“Saving time, you…”

*Hello boss! And boss ! You have a visitor !*

Lyla interrupted, before they arguing all afternoon.

Just then, the sound of heels echoed through the room.

“Miguel !”

Sara raised an eyebrow at the familiar voice.

Dana had just walked in with a lunch in her hands.

She was still as beautiful as ever, her manicured nails, her smooth, well-groomed hair, the smell of jasmine.

Sara did not think she would ever see her again, and precisely, she froze too when she saw her.

Despite her dirty blouse, the messy hair, monstrous dark circles and her coffee breath. Dana immediately recognized her piercing eyes and the purple look she always wore.

“Sara? It's really you ?"

"Yes. I mean, the only one in this universe anyway.”

Dana recovered quickly and smiled sweetly at her.

"You did not change. I didn't know you worked at Alchemax.”

"It's my first week."

“First week… Great ! Did you need help from Miguel ?”

“No, we are colleagues.”

"You mean, you've been here and working together for a week ?"

Dana turned to Miguel, who looked away.

"Yes. Is that a problem?”

She said, crossing her arms.

"Oh no ! Not at all, but I would have known, I would have brought you food too.”

"It's okay, I have frozen meals."

She said, pointing to her trash can which was filled with plastic wrappers.

"Sooo ? What do you do now ?”

"Well...I'm getting married soon."

She said, happily showing her ring.

Sara came forward to observe, it was quite conspicuous, but Dana seemed very happy.

"Congratulations !"

"Thanks ! Do you mind if I borrow Miguel for a moment ?”

"Not at all, I was going to take a break."

Sara took her laptop and backpack and gave the couple some privacy.

When the door closed, Dana lost her happy expression.

"Why didn't you tell me ?"

"What ?"

“That Sara was there ?”

"For what ? Seems to me you haven't been friends since college."

"It's just... We didn't get a chance to talk, I should have contacted her."

She snapped her fingers.

“You just have to invite her friday!”

“...”

“Come on, your brother will be there too, it will be like the good old days !”

“The good old days, really ?”

Dana had no time to answer, an alarm sounded in the building, the lights flashed red and the emergency exits began to close.

"Miggy what's going on?"

He pulled her closer to reassure her.

"Nothing, just an experience that must have failed... That's why you shouldn't come here, it can be dangerous."

Dana pouted.

“I just wanted to make you happy…”

"I know and thank you."

he said, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Wait there, I'll see what happens."

He left her in the office and just as he walked out he ran into Sara, who looked out of breath, it looked like he had even scared her.

"Are you ok ?"

"Eh !? Oh, um… Yes, it's the alarm, it surprised me that's all.

"You'll get used to it, it happens a lot, but it's never anything serious."

“Ah ! There you are !”

Shouted “Aaron Delgato”, their superior.

"What is going on ?"

Miguel asked.

"What’s going on !? Someone tried to hack into our system, here's what happened !”

“What, who would be stupid enough to…”

“Where were you two !?”

Miguel was about to answer then looked at Sara, it was because of him that she had to leave the office…

"Well ?"

"We were in our office."

Says Miguel.

Sara gave him a surprised look, but nodded.

“Good…Security will be here soon, return to your office.”

They obeyed and agreed on a way to get Dana out, or they would be able to accuse her.

With Lyla's help, they were able to attract attention, so she could get out, just as security arrived.

Sara fell into her chair.

“What a day… Oh, thank you by the way.”

"You're welcome and thank you for helping Dana out."

"You're welcome... But you should be careful, it's dangerous for her to come here."

"I know…"

They both remained silent for a moment.

This must have been their first peaceful conversation since she arrived here.

"So…"

He started.

“Mmm?”

“Why did you disappear so suddenly, I never knew…”

"Oh... Well, it has nothing to do with you, I… I have some problems to manage after studies, I didn't want to involve you in that and then... It's not easy for me to talk to people..."

“You were never very social.”

"You talk ?"

He tried to hold back his laugh.

It's been a long time…

"I'm going home, I haven't slept in a few days..."

"Okay, oh and you should avoid this frozen stuff."

"Yeah yeah…"

She waved at him and left.

Arriving home, Sara dropped her backpack and limped off to her lab.

"Shit…"

She said, taking off her pants.

*We must remove the bullet now, I will guide you on the procedure.*

Lyla said, seriously for once.

"Okay... Were you able to recover something or did I really took a bullet for nothing?"

*...We will need an access code. Someone who works on this experience…*

“Miguel…”

*That's why we're working with him, isn't it?*

“...Nobody will know that I used his code, will they?”

Sara grimaced as she pulled the bullet out.

*No, but we would need to be able to access his computer.*

"Mmm...I'll find out."

*You should rest.*

Lyla activated the cleaning system and began to disinfect the room.

"Thanks Lyla, I'll finish the bandage, wake me up early."

*Understood !*

"Are you doing anything on Friday after work?"

"Friday ? No why ?"

“Dana is having a little dinner and she would have liked to invite you to our house.”

"At your place ?"

Could we have dreamed of a better occasion?

"Yeah, but if you don't want to I'll tell her."

"No, that's fine."

She said, trying to smile.

"Okay..."

"Great ! Do I have to bring anything ?”

“Do you… Even know how to cook ?”

Sara showed him her finger, while he laughed.

She opened her other hand and looked at her USB key, which she squeezed a little tighter.

I wouldn't get a second chance...

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#miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel x oc #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader

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Jimin's P.O.V 🐥 10th April

The halls off Asan Medical Centre are just as hot as the wards, the heat engulfs the whole building. It's amazing that a human body can reach such temperatures. That's what's heating the building, the fevered bodies of hundreds of men, women, and children. It started a week ago, people started coming in with cases of the flu, the worst symptoms I've ever seen. It's a good thing we just put all those new HYBE flu vaccines in, but I guess since we haven't managed to vaccinate everybody it wasn't enough. The heat is stifling and my face is sweating under my mask. I have to get out. I don't know where I should go but anywhere is better than here. I turn a corner quickly, then retreat back, it's my boss, talking to the hospital director.

The director places a hand on my boss's shoulder. "Yeah. Listen, you're doing a good job. Just get those vaccines out, we need to curb this before it gets bad."

My boss, Mr. Lee, frowns, "You mean worse."

"Well yes."

"Are you sure the vaccines are safe, I mean, have they even been tested at all? There are plenty of other vaccines that we know for a fact work. Surely that better than using something that's fresh out of the lab, something that hasn't even been test–"

The director shrugs and holds up a hand to stop the younger man's words, "Look, why does this have to be so hard for you? They are paying US!."

"But–" He turns, they must have sensed someone eavesdropping. I run before they can catch me. This doesn't make sense.

I hurry down the stairs until I find the exit and don't stop. Why would HYBE pay hospitals to use their products, that's only going to lose them potential profit, billions.

I stop finally out of breath, and yank off my mask inhaling the cool April air. Sighing I start walking a lap around the park's circular trail. Part of me wants to forget everything I heard, the rest of me knows that I can't. Someone bumps into me.

"Ah, Sorry." He says

"No it's alright" I say to the young man, he looks quite distressed himself. "Are you looking for some peace and quiet as well?"

"Yeah, where are you coming from?" He asks me.

I exhale "Asan Medical Centre. It's cram-fucking-packed with flu patinets today. Fevers so high you can almost feel the heat." He looks at me surprised. "I'm doing my surgical residency." I clarify, "You?"

"I'm an inte- He stops himself. "I work at Seoul News Group. You've probably never heard of it."

He's right but I'm curious. "No I haven't, but I'll check it out. What name should I look for?"

He looks confused again. "What?"

"Your name? You're a writer right?"

"Yes, my name is Kim Taehyung." He sighs.

He looks like he needs a friend right now, "So Tae, what did you come here to get away from?"

He gazes past me, as if trying to decide something. "I have to make a decision," he says carefully. "If I do it will be good for my bank account but it may not be good for me."

I'm so stressed right now that I just say the first thing I can think of. "Well just trust yourself." I try to smile, should I take my own advice?

Suddenly he breaks the silence "Hey, you're a doctor. Do you know anything about HYBE's new flu vaccine?"

Now it's my turn to be surprised. "What! How do you know about that?"

"Well I am a reporter. Have they started distributing the vaccines yet" He asks, he seems like he knows what he's talking about. I probably can't tell him anymore than he knows already. Or can I? I think of what I heard, whatever's going on, if I can't investigate it at least someone should.

"Yes" I say honestly, "and maybe just in time to curb this year's season. They started giving them out just before this whole thing got bad. The crazy thing though is that I heard the hospital director saying that instead of making the hospitals pay for the vaccines they were actually paying all hospitals who used their overs anyone else's billions of won. Buying out the market. Sketchy but I have to say that I've seen worse from big pharma."

He nods, looking grateful. "Thank you, you really have no idea how much you've helped me."

I tell him the truth again "Of course, this should be investigated. Good luck. I should probably be going now. Bye"

******************** TIME SKIP ********************

The cool breeze turned night chill –usually hated but tonight welcomed with open arms– is the greatest relief after a day in the sauna-like climate of the hospital. I'm well aware that I should probably be wearing a coat if I don't want to catch a cold. But right now, I just don't care, maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow anyway. I need a break from everything. I need to decided what to do, if anything, with what I've learned

My apartment is a welcome haven. I wash my hands and take out leftovers from the fridge. I can think about everything tomorrow, but for now, my dramas are waiting for me. Just as I've gotten comfortable a news cycle takes over the screen.

I try to click off but it won't go.

The man on screen starts to speak, he looks out of breath, "This is an emergency news broadcast, please stop what you're doing and pay attention."

I obey and turn up the volume.

"There has been a sudden surge of animal attacks and it appears that all the cities wild animals have suddenly gone rabid. We suspect that more than 100 casualties have already been sustained. Several power grids and other things like gas and water lines and water filtration systems have gone down as well. Oh and" He turns as a crew member whispers something to him, implying he doesn't have a script. "This just in officials are recommending you either get ready to stay put in your homes and or offices for a while or you leave Seoul immediately!"

The screen goes black and the lights follow. Our grid must have just gone down too.

I don't know what to do, I feel faint. Before I can stop it my knees are buckling out from under me. I feel myself hitting the floor but nothing else.

#10th april #tenth april #park jimin #Jimin

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polarispost · 1 year

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First finished chapter!!

This is just me, posting stuff I write knowing no one will see it, so I have a digital diary of my accomplishments.

I have literally been writing this piece for like 2 years now, over a hundred random scenes out of order and none of them feel like complete chapters. BUT TODAY!!! I finished this one, and it genuinely feels finished. Never mind that it doesn’t take place until like 7/8 of the way through the story, it’s done!!! and I love it :)

Time

In the summer after her 8th year of school, Astoria had a lengthy discussion with a non-magical man that gave her a piece of information she had deemed interesting, but mostly useless, until this very moment struck her.

Dr. Martin Wang was a top-rated professor of some high-ranking science field Astoria couldn’t remember the name of if she tried. In short, he knew an awful lot about time and space from a physics perspective. And he had spent nearly 2 hours sharing this knowledge with her over an extended lunch in a nearly empty café in the country.

How exactly did this conversation come to happen? It was a much simpler build up than one would expect. Astoria and the professor had both frequented the café that summer as separate parties, and it was her innate and overbearing curiosity that led her to ask, after 2 weeks of regular occurrences, what the professor’s ever-present pile of papers and books he leafed through each lunch were about.

“What are you studying?” She spoke clearly, just loud enough to carry across the empty café to the man marking notes on a thick stack of paper while stirring his coffee. He looked up unsurprised, as if he had been waiting for her to finally ask.

“Not exactly studying, more correcting the work of those who are studying, but um- topic wise it’s mainly physics, quite a few branches of it.” She nodded, waiting for him to elaborate further, but it seemed he was gauging whether she had the interest and knowledge to follow the conversation he wanted to begin. He continued, still sticking with more general terms to further his investigation.

“I’m a professor of physics and cosmology at the University just north of here. I teach a seminar every summer for some of the more advanced students, and I like to give an assignment where I have them propose to me a new and unlikely scientific theory. Any branch of science will do, but they must offer enough explanation and potential evidence to convince me it could be real. It’s nothing too serious, mainly just a fun way to get their argumentative work kickstarted, but some of the theories they come up with can be interesting.” The professor certainly knew how to stroke her curiosity, and she was arrogant enough about her knowledge in science to assume she could follow along with any discussion he may lead to. She spurred him on,

“Come across any entertaining ones yet? I’d love to hear about them.” She maintained steady eye contact as he studied her for just a moment before nodding to the empty seat across from him. She grabbed her cold class of sweet earl grey and moved across the café to his booth to sit opposite the aged man. He sorted through the pile of papers to his right before pulling two packets she assumed were ones he found the most interesting.

“This one here wasn’t bad, it proposed that people who have developed hyperesthesia are actually more evolutionarily advanced than regular people and are more likely to produce children with higher rates of sensory processing.” Ah. Alright. He’s decided to test her, see how well she can really follow his train. It was still mostly simplistic, but he threw in some words and concepts the average person would likely need explained. She did not. In fact, she would prove as much.

“Interesting in general I guess but seems a bit low-hanging. I mean how many superhero stories center around a character with enhanced senses? That’s essentially all its saying, people with better sensory processing are inherently more powerful than the rest. I feel like that’s sort of obvious.” The professor smirked in a way that nearly reminded her of someone she refused to think about, but it was purely to indicate she had passed his test. A match of wits, at least enough for him to speak without mental restraints the way he normally would when considering his audience. He extended his right hand across the table to her in greeting and she shook it with strong politeness.

“Martin Wang.”

“Astoria Stryker.”

“Are you a student Miss Stryker?”

“I am, but I attend a small private institute quite a ways from here. The years are a bit skewed from regular schools, so we attend from age 10 to age 20. I’ll be done in 2 years.” Astoria was trying to be vague to avoid questions, but she also knew he’d likely ask questions anyways. She was gathering they were alike in that way, always questioning, searching for new knowledge to gain.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of a school set up like that, mind sharing a name?” He sipped his coffee and awaited his answer. She figured she could just tell him, as he wouldn’t be able to find any information on it anyways.

“Stellavinea. It’s a private boarding academy. They teach general topics in the first few years and allow choice specialized classes in later years.” Again, just enough detail to answer the question while keeping the full picture out of reach.

“Well Miss Stryker,” He pulled out another packet of paper from the pile he searched earlier, “I’m not sure what kind of ‘specialized classes’ you take at this academy, but I think it’s safe to assume you have above general knowledge and interest in the sciences.” He passed the packet he had grabbed to her. “Tell me what you think about that one.”

Astoria scanned over the essay and the professor’s notes written into the margins. It was certainly a bold claim, but one that piqued her interest more than she expected. It proposed a relation between ghosts and an existing theory on time. Once she finished reading enough to understand, she looked back up to the professor to state her opinion.

“I enjoy this one. I can see how it’s sort of ‘out there’. It’s not based on fact on either side, just speculation and a growing theory, but it still somehow seems entirely plausible.” The professor nodded along. “If I’m honest though, I don’t know much about this time theory they mentioned, I assume it’s relatively obscure, is it something you’ve gone over in class?”

He half smiled and set his tea down to prepare for his explanation. “It’s what I sometimes refer to as a ‘half theory’. As we know, time is entirely imaginary, it was made up by people to essentially make more sense of their lives. It’s just numbers and concepts applied to patterns and vague happenings.

“This theory, specifically, is called the ‘Florsi Claim’. It took the knowledge we have that time is not linear, and more fluid, and ran with it. In general terms, it states that as opposed to events happening sequentially, as a linear time design would bring, everything that has ever, is ever, and will ever happen is actually occurring all at once. There is no before or after, or even a now. Its why time travel has never been possible; there is no forward or backward to travel to. Everything is just one and none.” His passion for teaching seeped out the more he spoke, hands gesturing, expressions jumping. Astoria was drawn in, and she had about one million questions she wanted him to answer.

“Wouldn’t that make time travel easier though? You’re basically erasing the ‘travel’ part. If every event is overlapped, why is it impossible to go to a different one? Why can’t I see people from 100 years go, or 100 years from now, walking down the street if they’re supposedly not in a separate time at all?” Professor Wang smiled at her questions and nodded again, pleased by her attentiveness and astute curiosity.

“That part is where the Florsi Claim starts to get a bit wobbly, but that’s why I liked the proposal I had you read so much. It argues the issue is really with people, and our incredibly low rate of perception. There are microscopic creatures with sensory intakes more than double our own. Common shrimp hold over 4x the amount of color receptors than we do, jellyfish survive without brains, octopi can regrow a limb in just a few months. Humans, while perceived as the most mentally complex on our planet, are far from it. We just hold a superiority complex that animals do not.

“It wouldn’t be surprising if our lack of connection to the events happening around us are simply do to a miswiring in our cells that hasn’t been connected yet. But I suppose it could. And wouldn’t it be incredible if it did?” He looked at her with absolute amusement, and she smiled in thoughtful agreement. Wang once again lifted his cup to finish off his tea, and as he placed it back down, stated something that had her first genuine smile since she left school leaving instantly.

“I suppose if any of us were close to that point though, it would be one of you incredible wizards.” He smirked at her, knowingly, but she was about a quarter of a second away from setting the entire building on fire. As if he could sense his own impending doom, he sped to assure her. “You needn’t worry Miss Stryker. My wife is a professor at Stellavinea, she heads the Astronomy department. She keeps me updated on all the ‘magical gossip’ and news, and I keep her updated on nonmagical happenings. I do know about you, but I assure you, I’m no threat.”

The professor seemed aware that his words had convinced her to stay for the moment, but did nothing to erase the spike of fear she was now consumed by.

“I can’t imagine how scared you must feel all the time, Miss Stryker. The terrible events that have plagued your life thus far are nothing short of vile, and I wish deeply you were not so well acquainted with pain.” His sincerity was palpable, but all she could offer was a small stiff nod before rising from her seat and walking out the door of the café, never to see the professor again.

She hadn’t thought about that meeting since it happened, but now, as she soaked her hands into the thick blood puddling around Castor’s head, she was disturbed to find it was all she could think about. Perhaps it was a sign. The conversation had been purely theoretical, but with the person she cared about more than anything growing colder by the second, she was exactly crazy enough to try it. Consequences be damned, she would bring Castor back.

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BOOKWORM

synopsis: college au! eren visits the library with his friends and manages to score some alone time with his crush (f! reader)

warnings: mdni. smut. penetration. dry humping. public sex. cursing. horny college students.

“DUDE it’s 1pm during finals week why are we at the library?” eren questioned as he followed behind armin who insisted he had a ‘really good study spot’ since the latter was distracted in their dorm.

“I have to agree with eren on this one. it’s unlikely there’s a study room available.” mikasa, the one tasked with helping eren study, added.

“just trust me guys.” he stated as they entered the library.

their worries and doubts came to light as the building was packed. every table, chair, and workable surface was occupied by students cramming in a semester’s worth of knowledge in a day or less.

“hey y/n!” armin beamed as he waved toward the girl who pulled a cart of books. “working during finals week?”

“hey armin and yes, this is the busiest time of the year and I get paid extra.”

eren watched as they shared a friendly hug with one another. armin never mentioned her before, and he was his best friend. the two of them lived together for crying out loud.

“we were hoping to get some last minute studying in but it seems everyone else had the same idea.” the blond admitted sheepishly causing his two friends to snort at him playing coy.

but, y/n only laughed, gesturing to the amount of people in the building. “yeah, no kidding. i would think someone as smart as you knew that beforehand.”

she ushered for the three of them to follow her. armin went ahead, engaging in a conversation with the girl, while mikasa and eren walked behind.

“you know the girl in my philanthropy class I was talking about?” he spoke, his voice audible to only mikasa who nodded.

eren gushed about a girl in his philanthropy class at least three times a week. armin and mikasa advised him to asked her out. admiring her in secret would get him nowhere.

it didn’t take mikasa long to figure out what he was saying. her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape when she realized y/n must be the same girl he’s been pinning.

“eren-”

“here we are! just don’t trash the place ok?” y/n smiled as she opened the door with the words ‘authorized personnel’ on the front. “i got to get back to work. good luck you three!”

with that she went the way they came and they piled in the break room. it was decently sized with a small kitchen, two tables, and a bathroom on the side.

“told you I had a spot.” armin boasted as he sat at one of the tables, unloading his supplies from his backpack. “she usually doesn’t leave until around eight or nine. is that enough time?”

eren didn’t say anything, leaving mikasa to nod in response as she too took out the required materials for them to work.

two hours in they improved in one subject. eren passed the practice tests his professor posted, armin flies through his flash cards, and mikasa can hold a decent conversation in french.

tired and in need of recharge mikasa and armin offered to get snacks, leaving eren in the break room alone to take a power nap.

at least that’s what he said.

standing up, he stretched his tired limbs and made his way out of break room in search for a certain brown skin girl.

he found her on the second floor in the cultural history section. she stood on a rickety stool to reorder the books.

he admired her for a moment. the sunlight from the windows casted a golden glow on her figure. adding to her natural ethereal appearance. her skirt showed off her legs, her skin looked soft, pliable. he wondered just how easily she’d bruise.

“you need some help?” he questioned, keeping a bit of distance not to startle her.

“ah, no thanks. this is the-” she was cut off as the stood started to wobble and in a fit of panic she lost her footing.

eren extended his arms, allowing her to fall on him instead of the carpeted floor.

she started to ramble apologies, making sure she didn’t elbow him or step on his shoes as a result of her clumsiness.

he couldn’t comprehend what she was saying. she was close, close enough for him to smell her hair, the faint scent of coconut wafting in his nose, her skin, a vanilla sweet enough to eat.

his eyes focused on her lips. did her lipgloss have a scent too? was it flavored? he wanted to know.

“oi.” the tone of his voice made her mouth shut instantly. assertive, demanding even. “stop apologizing.”

“but-” she tried to retort but he leaned closer. effectively shutting her up.

“you just don’t listen do you?” his hand ran up and down her sides before squeezing her waist. “you and armin a thing?”

“what? no. he used to mess with my roommate.” she rolled her eyes. “why? you want to fuck me or something?”

eren chuckled at her words, leaning his back against the bookshelf as his thumb continued to rub circles on her hip.

“yeah.” he admitted, cheeks inflamed with an embarrassed blush. he tucked his head in the crook of her neck, mumbling. “but I want to do it right. make you mine first. then mark your pretty self up.”

she slowly closed her thighs as a familiar heat filled her body. the boy she brushed fingers with in class when handing him a pencil. the one that whispered questions in her ear to avoid disrupting the professor.

the one she found devilishly handsome and too attractive for his own good.

“sorry baby, got you all hot and bothered.” his voice was low and sensual, hands intimately exploring her body .

his kisses started at the nape of her neck, moving to her jawline, until he put his lips on hers to stifle her whines.

gently, he switched their position to where her back was against the wall. his body caged her in as he tapped her thighs, signaling her to jump which she obliged.

as she wrapped her legs around his waist he rutted his hips into hers, groaning into the kiss as he felt her arousal.

his mind went blank as she started to grind herself on his erection, breathily moaning at the friction.

“f-fuck you want this?”

he watched as y/n nodded, not stopping the pull and push of her legs as frustrated tears littered her waterline. the sight of her coming blissfully undone caused him to reattach their lips in a fit of desperation and uncontrolled lust. his tongue infiltrating the space and claiming his dominance.

using the wall as leverage he bunched up her skirt in one hand, the other moving her underwear to the side to reveal her soaking cunt. he lazily pumped his finger in and out, relishing the way she squirmed against him.

a trail of saliva connected them as he broke away to watch his ministrations. “so tight, gonna add another ok?”

he quickened his pace, curling his fingers to elicit an array of whimpers from her. “that’s it baby, stretch for me.” his thumb rubbed circles on her clit as tears slid down her cheeks out of pleasure.

removing his fingers he stuffed them in her mouth, watching her devour her own slick. he wanted the sight engraved in his memory.

he lowered his sweats enough to free himself from his boxers. “you want it pretty girl?”

“beg for it.”

he half expected her to say no to his request. but, to his delight, she didn’t. “please eren I need you to fill me up. only you. i need you here.” using a free hand she guided his dick to her pulsating heat, running it along her folds as they moaned in sync.

satisfied, eren started to sink in the warmth and plushness of her body. his hands had a bruising grip on her thighs, lip caught between his teeth as he focused hard not to cum.

“holy shit.” he breathed out as he pulled back just to ram back at in, setting a slow yet brutal pace. capturing her lips in yet another kiss. this one sloppy, swallowing each other’s whines, grunts, and groans.

her legs started to tremble in his hold, “e-eren-”

“you better fucking cum on my dick.” he interjected, sweat littering his forehead as he continued to pound into her with calculated thrust.

“it’s yours,” he whispered sweetly with a gentle lick on the shell of her ear. his change from demanding to sweet caused her to cry out his name, muffled by his lips, as she unraveled.

“and you. are. all. mine.” each word was punctuated with a thrust as he pulled out, splattering the mess on her thighs.

silence ensued as they caught their breaths. eren had hearts in his eyes as he looked at her; fluttering brown eyes, tear stained cheeks, plump lips swollen, and a trail of dark bruises from her collar bone to her neck.

“you’re so pretty y/n.” he stated, gathering the mess he made on her thighs with his fingers.

with glazed eyes she lolled her tongue out, cleaning it up and swallowing with no complaints. his lovesick stare intensified at her actions. “you’re driving me crazy.”

fixing her up, she recovered after a few minutes and the first thing she did was hit his arm. hard.

he didn’t take it personally, from her puffed out cheeks and pout he could tell she was flustered.

“we’re going out when your shift is over. on me.” he smiled and as much as she wanted to be upset with him, she couldn’t.

“whatever.” tucking the damned stool that started it all under her arm, she tried to walk past him only to be pulled in for a quick kiss.

“don’t make me fuck that attitude out of you.”

and scene. feedback always welcomed since this is my first time writing smut. thanks for reading <3 riku

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no-one-fuck-a-man · 2 years

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Berry Blues

Season One

Part Six - (Vitamin D) DRUGS??

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: With morning sickness still growing strong, a crazy blonde lady with blue drugs, and a disagreement over the baby. You were left to feel uncomfortable with Mr Schuester and his assignment.

Word Count: 4,059

WARNINGS: Morning sickness, vomiting, drugs, feeling uncomfortable

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You were too busy texting to hear Mr Schue's rant at the team.

"-It's a grape stomping one."

"Y/N, who are you texting?"

"Huh?" You looked up at the sound of your name, finding your teacher and the rest of your friends looking at you. "Oh, my boss. He wants to pay me for some overtime this weekend, but I gotta study for the math test."

"Ah. Well, that's fine. You sort that out, then come back to us. Oh, and Y/N." Mr Schue turned back to you. "Your car has been parked outside the school for like the past two weeks and hasn't moved."

"Ah, yeah. I, uh, kinda lost my keys. And I've been meaning to get a tow truck out, but... I forget," you finished off slowly.

"Oh! I have your keys."

"What?"

Looking over to your side, you spotted Brittany digging through her Cheerios bag.

"They were on the piano, and I picked them up to give them to you, but I forgot."

You smiled tightly, feeling frustration building up inside you, but still heart-warmed at the girl's kindness.

"Thanks, Britt."

"I painted them pink."

Out from her bag, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. Came your keys.

Now multiple shades of pink and covered with glitter.

Your friends had to stifle their laughs when they saw your keys, too. Some of them, even have to cover their mouths with their hands or turn their faces away.

You suddenly realised that this is what it must feel like to have a child.

Your smile tightened even further, unknowingly forced to the beaming girl, as your hands wrapped around your keys.

"Thanks, Britt."

You weren't trying to slack off during rehearsals like most of the other members. But you were taking it a little easier after the guys had filled you in on the competition for Regionals. Since you weren't there at the time. Too busy at your place with Quinn again, as she suffered from morning sickness.

But instead of it being relatively peaceful, you were stood behind the girl for most of the time as she emptied her stomach into the toilet.

And yeah, granted, you saying, "Oh, it's all over the walls," didn't help the situation at all.

Forewarning to everyone ever.

Morning sickness was hell on earth.

---

"Competition!" Mr Schue exclaimed, beginning to pin pictures up on the corkboard behind him, "Every one of these people or elements was a champion in their own right. But they used competing with each other to make themselves even better."

"I don't understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool," Kurt stated, mildly confused by the teachers choice of pictures.

"Just go with it."

"I, for one, would love to see a shark and a bear duke it out."

Mr Schue looked at you for a moment before shaking your words off too and continued his speech.

"You guys become complacent. You were great at the Invitational, but you got to up your game if you want to get through Sectionals. Okay, split up."

"Dude, don't yawn in my ear." You jolted away from Finn, who mumbled a sleepy apology.

"Guys on the left side, girls on the right side," the teacher said, pointing as he did, "Let's go, come on."

And so, everyone moved towards their respective sides, which pleased Mr Schue. Until Kurt tried to walk over to the girls' side.

"Kurt." Nothing more left his mouth. Only nodding over to the boys' side as soon as Kurt looked at him.

And the boy slowly, and unwilling, made his way back to the other side.

'Well, that was awkward'

"Uh, Mr Schue?" You raised your hand. "I would be more than happy to switch out with Kurt. Because I know for a fact that whatever the girls are gonna wanna do, I'm not gonna be down for. And I'm gonna get outvoted. Same goes for Kurt. So, it makes sense just to switch us out."

"No," he replied slowly, almost trying to insinuate that you were stupid, "You're both staying where you are."

You threw your arms out to your sides while looking at Kurt, mouthing over to him, 'I tried'.

"Here's the deal! Two teams. Boys versus girls. One week from today, you will each perform a mash-up of your choice."

"What's a mash-up?"

"A mash-up is when you take two songs and mash them together to make an even richer explosion of musical expression. Boys will perform on Tuesday, girls the next day. I want you guys to go all out, okay, costumes, choreography. Whoever wins the competition gets to choose the number for that we do for Sectionals."

"Who's going to be the judge?" Rachel asked, "Your gender makes you biased."

Mr Schue 'Ah'd while throwing a baseball up and down, where did he even get that?

"There is going to be a celebrity judge."

"Wh-w-who?"

"Oh, you're going to have to show up find out."

"I bet it's the meat vendor at the supermarket."

Mercedes scoffed assuredly, as all the girls started to walk out, you trailing after them, before throwing your arms over Brittany and Santana's shoulders.

"We got this in the bag."

"Totally," your sister agreed, "I'm going to start storyboarding our choreography tonight."

"Please don't use me as a living manikin like you normally do," you groaned, "I pulled my back last time with that weird stretch you made me do."

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"O-okay, girls, we need to get started," Rachel said as she walked into the dance room where most of the Glee girls were, either busy stretching, doing their make-up, or chatting while doing their nails.

Santana scoffed, "We're getting warmed up."

"Where's Quinn?"

"Probably down at the mall looking for elastic-waist pants," Brittany joked, causing all of the girls to giggle.

"And Y/N?"

"Whenever Quinn's gone, so is Y/N." Mercedes shrugged.

---

"Here you go, Cinderella," you said, passing Quinn some tissues to wipe her mouth. Once she was finished heaving over the toilet bowl and resting tiredly against the bathtub.

She wiped her mouth and threw the tissue into the bowl. You, taking that as an indication for you to flush the chain before crouching down in front of her.

"How you feeling?"

She hummed, pausing to think about what to say to you in reply.

"Tired."

You nodded softly. "Okay."

Quinn's slowly blinking eyes suddenly shot open when you reached under her arms to help her up, proceeding to lead her into your bedroom.

"My bed's much comfier than the sofa." You pointed to a door. "The on-suite is through there. And I'm gonna be at my desk if you need me," you finished. While helping her out of her white shoes as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem."

"No. Seriously. Thank you. I've been awful to you. Even more so to your sister, sometimes. And you do this for me?"

You took a deep breath and exhaled it before looking up at the blonde.

"That's true. But... you need help. You're pregnant, and you don't really have anyone else. I- I can't explain it very well." You shook your head with slightly furrowed eyebrows. "You look lost. And no matter what, I feel the need to help you at least a little bit. So, if me rubbing your back as you puke and letting you sleep in my house helps you when you can't do it anywhere else. Then I'm happy to do it."

She looked like she was blinking away tears, and it seemed that one of the only thing's Quinn could say was, "Thank you," since that was the only thing she managed to whisper.

"Get some sleep." You smiled at her, helping her lay down. "I'll be no more than a shout away."

"Thank you."

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"Haven't seen you at Glee rehearsals."

With the faint sound of your sister's voice, you were pulled away from your phone. Spotting her walking up to Quinn.

Oh, what a lovely opportunity for you to mess with them.

"I'm not Superwoman," Quinn informed, just as you slid, literally slid, up behind her, and your shoulder connected to the lockers with a loud clang.

'Ouch'

"You would look good in that costume. Thinking of swapping one skirt for another, blondie?" She rolled her eyes at you over her shoulder.

"I know Glee is your whole life," she continued to speak to Rachel, as if you weren't even there, "But I have the Cheerios, and I'm on honour roll-"

"Oh, so you're smart smart."

"-I have friends."

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Rachel called after her, "No one at Glee is gonna judge you."

"Oh, I think it's also the fact she's been remaking that one scene out of The Exorcist."

She walked right past you and up to the blonde cheerleader, who turned to face her.

"Look, I know everyone expects us to be enemies-"

"Uh, why?"

"-And be in competition, but I don't hate you," she said while shaking her head.

"No one listens to me."

"Why not?" Quinn asks, "I've been awful to you."

"That was before you knew what it felt like to be me;-"

"Pregnant?" You rushed up to ask her.

"-An outsider."

"Oh, thank God." You breathed a sigh of relief. "I won't need to go to jail for attempted murder."

"More people are gonna start finding out about this, and you're gonna need friends who can relate."

You nodded your head. "Pregnant people." A hand was suddenly covering your mouth as the cheerleader had finally had enough of your comments. Well, at least it wasn't your full face this time. And you were left to watch the two talk like it was one really slow tennis match.

"How can you relate to what I'm going through?"

"You don't think people whisper about me in the lunchrooms or draw pornographic pictures of me on the bathroom walls?"

Quinn could absolutely feel the cringe that overtook your face behind her hand at that.

"That was me, actually," Quinn admitted, which only lead to you look at her with a heavy movement of your head, eyes boring into her.

The incredibly muffled sound of your words made its way through her palm.

"Really? You do realise how gay that is, right?"

"Look, I don't agree with the choice you're making, but you're gonna need glee. You have seven months of your youth left. You should enjoy it. And let's face it, in a couple of months, that cheerleading uniform isn't gonna fit-" You nodded and shrugged at that in agreement. "-And we're gonna be all you have left. Just come back to practice. Boys versus girls. It's fun. And we could certainly use your voice right now."

You certainly wished you could use yours right now, too.

"You're actually a good singer, Quinn. Occasionally sharp, but that's just because you lack my years of training."

You rolled your eyes. Muttering through Quinn's hand again, "I'm in a worse off boat than you. She says this shit to me all the time."

"I would have tortured you if the roles were reversed, you know?"

"She would have needed to have sex first."

A swift slap to your abdomen. And a groan into Quinn's hand was your repayment for that.

"I know."

Then she walked away, leaving you alone with the blonde looking after her before Quinn turned back around to you. Only to find you waving your fingers at her in greeting.

"You are so annoying."

You licked her palm.

"Ew!" Quinn exclaimed, wiping her hand on your shoulder and to your chest, in an attempt to dry it. As you smiled brightly at her.

"So, pornographic pictures of my sister, huh?" She rolled her eyes dramatically and began walking away, you hot on her heels. "You so wanna fuck her."

"I do not wanna fuck her- I don't wanna sleep with any Berry, for that matter."

"Really? What about strawberries? I feel like they'd be really kinky."

"Oh, my God!"

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"I told you guys."

You sighed deeply at your sister's words. Eyes rolling as she continued to go around and around with the same rant.

"We know," Santana said, "You've been berating us for the better part of an hour."

"Were they really that good?"

"They were, Quinn."

"But how ?" you asked next, "They're... them. "

"Look, I was fine with arranging, choreographing, and directing this number free of charge," Rachel listed off, "But we underestimated the boys. Their number will go to Sectionals, and once again I. Will. Be. Humiliated."

"How were we supposed to know they'd rock the house?" Mercedes asked, "They've never been good."

"How did they d-d-do it?"

"The real question is, "What were they on"?" Kurt said, suddenly standing in the doorway, "Though I've been grouped with the boys, my allegiance still remains with you ladies."

"Just so you know, although I may prefer to perform with those guys in a 'boys versers girls' scenario," you pointed out, "My allegiance is not with them. They suck."

"They declined my offer to do their hair in cornrows, and all my artistic decisions have been derided as too costly because they involve several varieties of exotic bird feathers."

"I mean, I agree with them on the cornrows thing."

"We all took something," he admitted, as a matter of fact.

Everyone looked aghast at Kurt.

And you could only ask one thing.

"Speed?"

---

"Why am I here?"

"Everyone gets a dose," Will's crazy wife Terri said as she handed out tiny cups with two blue pills resting in them.

"Why am I here?"

"Oh, except for Quinn. You get folic acid," she leaned in close to the blonde cheerleader by your side to whisper, "Mama. It's good for the baby."

The girl looked to the side, being made uncomfortable by the woman.

Terri tried to hand you a cup filled with the pills, just like she had done with the cup of water.

But, just like with that, you kept your arms crossed over your chest and shook your head.

"I ain't taking those," you scoffed.

The woman rolled her eyes and instead handed the cup to Rachel.

"Get the lid out, Howard. We have patients waiting."

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" your sister asked, finally speaking some sense into the room.

"Oh, it's over the counter. It's safe."

"Yeah, and so's a lot of things. Doesn't mean you should be taking them."

"You can trust me," Terri said, and you furrowed your eyebrows at the woman, "I'm a nurse. It's good for you."

"Correction. You're a crazy lady."

"I am not crazy."

"First step to getting help is admitting you have a problem."

"I know what I'm doing."

"Big doubt."

There was a lull in the room, and then the girls lifted the cup containing the pills to their lips.

"Don't take those," you said, looking down at your sister on the other side of you.

She didn't listen.

And neither did any of the other girls, who had the blue pills.

They proceeded to lift the water cups to their lips next, and along with your protests, they swallowed the pills.

'Fuck sakes'

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"Rachel, you got a shirt size too small!" you called as you came from behind the clothes rack, clad in a bright yellow shirt.

"Woo, woo. Hot stuff."

You rolled your eyes at Santana's teasing. Moving to gesture to your sister.

"I feel like I could rip this thing, like Hulk Hogan."

Rachel had an off-world look in her eyes, thanks to the pills Terri had given her, as she spoke, "You'll be great. We're all gonna be great!"

You were silent for a few seconds, just watching as she was unable to stand still without shaking, "There's meth in those pills, isn't there."

"I think you look fine, Y/N," Quinn, the only other sober one, stated.

"Oh, no. I know I look good. I'm just worried about literally splitting a seam up there."

Your sister walked away from you to bug someone else over the upcoming performance. Leaving you alone with the blonde.

"Well, if you do, it will make for a memorable performance."

"Yeah, that, and Rachel will kill me."

"That is a possibility. I won't lie to you."

"Possibility?" you asked, "I think you mean 'probability'."

The girl giggled but nodded along anyway.

"And I'm just glad that I ain't on my moon sickness while wearing these bright white pants." You looked down, evaluating the outfit you were currently wearing. "That could be very dangerous."

"Moon sick-? Wait. Did you just refer to menstruation as 'moon sickness'?"

"Yeah." You nodded with a shrug. "You don't like that one? I have more-"

"Please don't."

"In body massacre-"

"Stop."

"Uterus' hissyfit-"

"Please-"

"Nine out of ten women do not recommend. Shark week's a pretty normal one. I once heard someone call it 'Satan's sacrificial waterfall'."

"Oh, please God, stop."

"Places!" Rachel screeched suddenly, "The boys will be here any minute."

"Saved by the Berry, huh?"

"Also tortured by the other Berry," Quinn countered.

'I hate this', you thought, as you stood beside Tina with your hands on your hips, 'I should have skipped'

"Thank you so much. It really is a pleasure." You watched your sister as she quickly spoke, eyes worried and slightly confused. It was like with every second that passed, those pills affected her more and more. "While the boys chose a selection of songs that cast an eye inward on the irresponsible life choices and sexual hunger of today's modern teens. We have chosen a selection of songs that speak to the nation as a whole during these troubling times filled with economic uncertainty and unbridled social woe."

'Okay, Jesus Christ, girl, breathe. Calm down'

Quinn was side-eyeing her as best she could with her head turned to the side, just like you were. As Tina looked back and forth, with a bright smile pulled across her face. Also out of her mind thanks to those pills.

"Because if there's two things America needs right now, that is sunshine and optimism ."

Rachel took a few deep breaths as Kurt slid a pair of sunglasses on his face while some of the boys looked at him, obviously putting two and two together.

'There you go'

"And also angels!"

'I take it back'

You hated that.

You hated that so much.

You can't remember the last time that you had felt that uncomfortable.

Currently trying to catch your breath as you sat behind Quinn. While Mr Schue, along with everybody else, clapped.

"Ladies, I don't even know what to say. You did such a good job!" he said while high-fiving you all, "I don't know what you guys did, but whatever it was, keep doing it! Our celebrity judge has her work cut out for her."

The bell rang the moment he finished speaking, much to your relief.

The girls started rushing past him to exit the room, your sister wrapping the man up in a big hug.

'Note to self: Never let Rachel drink alcohol. Ever'

"Mr Schue." You gained the man's attention as you walked by him. "Never make me do anything like that again."

All you heard was a faint, resided, "Yeah", as you followed the girls from the room.

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"I'm being serious-"

"When have you ever?"

"Okay. I take offence to that. But if you would just listen to-"

"Mrs Schuester," Quinn said, walking away from you and towards the crazy lady. "I need to talk to you." She leaned in closer to whisper, "About the baby."

"I can't even finish a fucking sentence around here," you muttered, trailing after the two.

"Is everything okay? Wait, you're not having it right now, are you?"

"What?"

"What?" You and Quinn asked at the same time, aghast by the woman's stupidity, "No. Aren't you supposed to be a nurse?"

Terri made a small noise in conformation.

"She's a nurse in this school."

Quinn came to stand in front of the older blonde, you standing beside the two, watching as they talked.

"I've been thinking about your offer."

"No."

"Yeah?" she gasped softly.

"I like my life. I like being a cheerleader, and I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I really like being in Glee Club."

"Aww, see. I knew you were really a big ol' softie."

"Do you want me to cover your mouth again?" Quinn sassed, looking up at you.

You did the smart thing and kept silent.

"I have all these great things in my life-"

"Am I one of them?"

"Stop."

"You didn't say "no"."

A deathly glare from the cheerleader was your final warning, and you took it.

She turned back to Terri. "And it already feels like too much." Quinn took a quick glance around at her surroundings and whispered, " I can't raise a baby. "

"You know, honestly, I don't even know how you kids do it nowadays."

"You need the birds and the bees talk now, too? Because I think you might if you thought the baby was coming now."

"I mean, I didn't have it this bad when I was your age," she admitted, "But there weren't as many TV channels either, though. Is Finn okay with this? 'Cause, you know, I don't want any baby-daddy drama when you hand it over to me."

"He's the reason I'm doing this." Quinn nodded. "He's such a good guy. And he internalises all this pressure. He's gonna have a heart attack. I never want Mr Schuster to find out about this, though. I don't wanna hurt him either."

"Oh, you're secret's safe with me."

'Well, of fucking course, it is!'

"I have a lot more to lose."

"You have to keep quiet, too," Quinn said, turning to you.

"I don't like this."

"I know."

You gave a great sigh. "Fine... I won't say anything." You then pointed at them. "But if this bites me in the ass, I'm coming for both of you."

"One more thing," Quinn said before Terri could walk off, "You know how you gave me those vitamins for the baby?" Terri nodded, giving another one of those high noises of conformation. "I really appreciated that. But I'm gonna have all these doctors bills, and I'm gonna need some new maternity clothes."

"You want money from me?" she asked as if it was rude of Quinn to even bring it up.

"It's gonna be your baby."

"Which means I'm gonna be paying the bills for eighteen years. I think you can handle nine months."

"Nine months of medical bills, that will cost way more than taking care of the baby for like what, two years, without insurance. At sixteen years old," you imputed, to which Terry rolled her eyes at.

"Look, you're making the right call here, Quinn. It's what's best for everybody."

And with a bright smile that, not gonna lie, creeped you out, Terri walked away. Leaving you and Quinn to watch after her.

"Anybody."

"What?"

"Anybody would be better than her."

***

Everyone was standing, gathered around in the choir room, looking at the teacher.

"We're really sorry, Mr Schue."

"We didn't mean to get you into any trouble," Rachel finished off for Finn.

"I'm really disappointed in you guys. Glee is supposed to be about what's inside your heart, not what's coursing through your veins."

"Well, not my veins. I didn't take any." You nodded your head to the side. "'Nd neither did Quinn." The club turned to look at you, eyes hard. "What? It's true."

"We know," Rachel replied to Mr Schuester's words, "And I think I speak for everyone when I say that we'd be happy to move forward and put this episode behind us."

"Well, it's not that simple. Because of this debacle, it's been decided that I'm no longer fit to run Glee Club myself. We've been assigned a codirector," he struggled to say.

"Who?"

"Hey, kids!" Sue walked in with a laugh.

'Oh'

"I gotta tell ya, I'm just thrilled, to be coming on board, to co-captain, your little, uh, showbiz cruise."

'My'

"Ah! I can't wait to start singing and dancing and maybe even putting on the Ritz a little bit."

'God'

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Icicles and Dead Lizards

A/N: Not proofread, random shit. There ya go.

Avenger! Reader from my Double Secret Extravaganza one shots.

Pairings: Shang-Chi x Avenger!Reader (not a Stark)

Warnings: violence, swearing, fighting, injuries, killing

Summary: While on a training retreat, Katy frantically calls you and you fear the worst is about to happen to the love of your life.

“Again,” Wong said as he stood behind you. “This time, really focus your energy. The power comes from within you. You’re the only thing limiting your own power.”

You rolled your eyes, “I know that, Wong. That’s why I’m here trying to get out of my own brain.”

“Well, you’re kind of shitty at it,” he replied making you gasp. “Maybe we should just be watching Frozen. Elsa seems to get it.”

“She’s a cartoon!” You argued, “And, honestly? I should be getting fucking royalties on all of that. I mean, that came out after I was mainstream Avenging and shit. I think Disney owes me.”

“That mouse will never pay,” Wong shook his head. “Go. Let’s see what you can do. Make me…a roller coaster of ice.”

“How does that help me fight?”

“Tests your mental limits. Do it.”

You were just about to do it when your phone rang. He groaned and wondered how you possibly had reception out here in the mountains near Kamar Tajj. You said nothing to him. You realized that Katy was calling you, which wasn’t odd, but she knew you were away for the week getting some much needed practice in.

“Hey, Katy,” you said as you brought the phone to your ear. “Everything okay?”

“No,” Katy said frantically, and you could hear her panting and gasping for air. “He’s hurt.”

“What?”

“We, we were just hanging out and these monsters just started attacking people out of the blue! I think they came from the ground. I can’t believe I’m saying this: I think they’re lizard people. We were fighting them and, and, and someone lost control of their car and hit Shaun—Shangqi—ugh, whatever! They hit him. He went through a building and he hasn’t gotten back up and I can’t get to him.”

You spun around and gestured for Wong to make a portal. He nodded his head once to you and rose his hands to prepare himself to make the portal.

“Where exactly are you?”

“We’re in the Mission District by the — ah! Fuck off , snake eyes!”

“Katy!” You shouted into your phone, but the only response you received was the sound of Katy fighting and a struggle ensuing. You shoved your phone into your pocket and addressed Wong quickly.

“Mission District, I gotta go.”

“I figured,” Wong made the portal for you, “Good luck. Be careful.”

With glowing white eyes you glanced at Wong, a smirk forming on your face, “They won’t know what’s coming.”

You stepped through the portal and found yourself in the Mission District. It wasn’t quite close enough to where Shangqi and Katy must have been, but you could hear screaming. You looked to see the direction people were running from, and once you saw the stampede of people running from one particular direction, you knew that’s exactly where you had to run in.

You ran, and then you scoffed. You were an Avenger. What the hell were you doing running? You made yourself a path of ice which you skated on to reach the center of the chaos. There, you immediately spotted Katy pinned down to the ground by one of these — holy shit. Katy was right. That was a massive lizard person. What the hell happened while you were away? It’d only been three days!

You landed behind this giant creature and raised your hands up by your chest. Your fingers curled inward as you rotated your hands in a circle, two icicles forming in your hands which you then plunged into the back of this lizard. It shrieked an ungodly, horrific noise as it let go of Katy. She quickly raised her leg and kicked it in the chest and away from her. You made another icicle, and when it spun around to attack you, you stabbed it in the heart and kicked it away from her.

“Are you okay?” You asked her as you pulled her to her feet.

Katy was holding her shoulder, and you could see blood rushing from under her hand and the three long tears in her shoulder. Still, Katy nodded, “I’m fine. We have to get Shangqi.”

“I’ll get him,” you said as you ripped the rest of her sleeve off of her shirt, balled it up in your hands, and froze it a little to place on her shoulder and offer some comfort. “You get out of here, and tell anyone else around to get away.”

Katy scoffed, “I’m not leaving you here.”

“Katy, this is not my first rodeo with weird looking things,” you explained quickly, not even looking as two lizards tried to flank you both from your right. Your hand shot out and a gust of freezing ice enveloped the creatures and froze them solid, which led to them tipping over and shattering on impact. “I can get him.”

“But—“

“Okay. Let’s try it this way. You’re useless and a liability to me with a shoulder injury.”

Katy balked, “That is so rude, first of all.”

“I’m aware, and I apologize, but also not really. Katy, go, trust me. The more time we waste here, the more fucked our idiot is. Okay?”

Katy was so reluctant to leave. She didn’t want to seem like a quitter. She didn’t want to seem like she was abandoning her friends because she was in a little bit of pain. You could see she was struggling with this idea of just leaving a fight, leaving her best friends behind, but she had to. She knew it, she just couldn’t do it herself.

You sighed and chewed on your lip as you looked around. Lizards were still terrorizing the area and you caught a glimpse of two of them sneaking into a building that had a rather large hole in the side of it. You looked to Katy who was looking around for something to make herself more viable for this fight.

“Katy, I’m going to blast this zone,” You told her. “And if you’re near me, you’re gonna die. Go, take cover. Get others out of here. I’ll get you after. I promise.”

Katy huffed, “Fine. But not because I’m hurt or anything like that. Because it’s good strategy.”

With glowing eyes and your hair starting to fly around you while the skies darkened, you nodded to Katy and reinforced the fact that she needed to run now. You turned around and faced the small army of remaining lizards. Smirking to yourself, your hands outstretched to your sides, you created a powerful snowstorm that was weakening these creatures exponentially for you to turn your snowstorm into an ice storm to finish off these sluggish creatures.

Of course, by ice storm, it was more like death popsicles raining down from the sky.

You landed in the snow and quickly ran towards the building with the broken wall. Climbing through, you spotted your boyfriend and he looked horrible. He was slumped against the wall cradling his rib cage. His eye was red and swollen, his cheek split open, head bleeding from various places, and you were certain his ribs and his arm were broken or fractured, at the very least, but he was still standing and still fighting.

Shangqi ducked a blow from one of the creatures trying to claw his face off, but he was grabbed from the side and thrown clean off his feet and headed right towards you. You scrambled and went to soften the blow of his landing. You caught him, but his weight accompanied by the force of that throw had you both falling backwards — at least he landed on you and you cushioned his fall.

“(Y/N)?” He groaned and glanced over at you squinting, “I thought you were away?”

“Heard you needed a hero,” you winked at him and glanced up at the approaching monsters. There were two that resembled one outside, but there was one who seemed to be the alpha as he was a little larger than the others and they followed his every move.

Shangqi stood up to fight with you, but you grabbed his shoulders and forced him to stay down, “I’ve got you. Stay down.”

“But—“

“Stay. Down,” You repeated.

You stood protectively in front of him and started to direct a snowstorm to fly into the room by the broken wall behind you, but it wasn’t quite enough to do anything more than slow them down. You made two icicles and gripped them tightly in your hands as you ran forward to fight. You slid on the ground, slid beneath the alpha’s legs, and used one of the icicles to lash out behind you and sever a tendon by his ankle.

Standing up, you spun around and blocked multiple attacks before you went on the offense, cutting and jabbing at these creatures before killing one, and then the other, each attack with your ice making them slow down more and more. And just as you were about to land the final blow, a ring went through the chest of the lizard from behind, then right back through from its chest. As the body fell to the ground, you scoffed and glared at Shangqi who offered nothing more than a sheepish grin as he tried to get up.

“I need to get you to a hospital,” you muttered as you helped him to stand, ignoring how the sounds of his pained grunting made you feel horrible knowing how much pain he was in.

“No, can’t,” He muttered. “No insurance.”

“Dude — “

“It’s fine,” He offered. “I’ve had worse.”

“You were hit by a car through a brick wall,” you nearly shouted at him.

He nodded, “yeah.”

“You—ugh,” You helped him out of there and dragged him through the snow. Looking around, people were taking pictures of the carnage now that the fight was over, and some were playing around in the snow. You looked around shouting for Katy, relieved when she appeared merely seconds after you called her.

“Oh my fuck,” She blurted out seeing the condition of her best friend, “Please tell me you have insurance now.”

He grinned, and you wanted to punch him in the face. Thankfully, Katy punched him in the arm and shouted at him for being an idiot. You took out your phone to make a call just as a portal opened nearby. You sighed in relief seeing Wong step out and assess the damage.

“What made you come here?” You asked.

“These guys usually pop up on the East Coast after a blood moon. Strange caught the anomaly and sent me here to check, and, well, grab one.”

“Ew,” Katy muttered.

“You look like shit,” He blurted out as he stared at Shangqi.

“Wong, I need a favor,” You said quickly. “Get me to Bruce, please. Pretty boy over here doesn’t have insurance.”

“Oh, understood,” Wong quickly made a portal. “Didn’t know he was that kind of doctor.”

You shrugged, “We’ve put Clint back together enough times on the field. We can do this. Thank you, Wong,” you said as the three of you entered the portal.

~*~

Thank god for Bruce Banner. Even with one arm functioning, that man knew how to calm your nerves and help you to fix a man and keep him off the brink of death. Shangqi swore he was fine, and, annoyingly enough, Bruce conceded that he looked worse than he actually was. Shangqi chalked it up to all the training and, well, suffering he undertook in his childhood to get stronger.

You still wanted to kill him.

Yet here you were by his side. Katy was on the phone with her mom trying to reassure her that she was fine, even though she was in a secret, undisclosed location on an entirely different coast and, technically, had no idea where she actually was.

You sat next to Shangqi as he lay on the bed nursing a juice box. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him as he tried to sit up.

“I will hurt you,” you threatened.

He sighed and gave up, “Sorry.”

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?” You asked quickly. “Why did I get a call from Katy about this? I’ve never heard her afraid like that. Why wasn’t I notified sooner?”

“I thought I could handle it just the two of us,” He argued. “And I was going to, until that old lady slammed me with her car. That woman should not have been driving a jeep, you know.”

You shook your head, “That was stupid, you know.”

“So is being in a fight club,” He muttered under his breath.

“I thought we were past that.”

He cringed, “I’m sorry.”

“Do you have something to say to me?” You asked quickly. “Something else I need to know?”

“I just — “he huffed and sat up regardless of the pain that he was in. “How am I going to be an Avenger if I can’t even keep my town safe? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? Keep this place safe? I can fight a giant dragon in mystical realm and can’t even keep San Francisco safe.”

“You were blindsided by something you didn’t account for. It happens to the best of us. Everyone gets one over on them at some point. Honey, you fought a giant dragon and rode another one. I don’t doubt you for a second,” you explained. “I just worry about you. And there’s no need to act like this, this indestructible and irresponsible 80’s action hero when there’s backup available. Remember how you didn’t want anything happening to me?” You asked him.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well?” You raised an eyebrow, “Sometimes you’re going to need help. It’s a hard lesson to learn, but you need to learn it when you’re part of a team.”

He relented and nodded his head in agreement with you. He reached over, his bandaged hand slipping into yours as he gave it a squeeze, “What was your learning moment?”

You sighed heavily as you thought back to the day, “Hydra mission with Clint, Natasha, and Steve. We had a decoy version of their blueprints. I went into a room thinking I was freeing some Hydra captives, but was a trap room with heaters…I think? I can’t even remember it that well. The air was so dry and everything was heating up and turning red. I collapsed. I could hear them calling for me on our coms but I couldn’t respond, felt like all the moisture was leaving my body. Cap barreled through the wall and had to carry me out. I had, like, five IV’s at least that day.”

“Wow,” he muttered. “That’s….that’s insane.”

“Yup, and that happened because I went off by myself and I was so confident about it and didn’t wait for my partner.”

“To be fair, I did have one of my partners here.”

“I know, babe,” you nodded. “But I heard from Katy that you kept fighting, and fighting, and fighting, and not asking for help.”

He scoffed, “And how would she know?”

“You threw a few lizards out that building before I got there, Shangqi,” you told him.

He pouted, “Damn it, Katy. Snitch.”

Sighing, you leaned down and pressed your forehead against his. Shutting your eyes you pecked the tip of his nose and held both of his hands, “I love you, Shangqi. Help is not a weakness. No one thinks less of your Avenger potential, especially not me, okay?”

He nodded and kissed your lips softly, “Okay.”

“Good,” You murmured and leaned down to return a kiss to his lips. “Better heal up soon, honey. You might get a trial mission soon.”

His eyes lit up at that, and he went from looking like a tired, exhausted superhero to a born-again man who snaked an arm around your waist and brought you down to his bedside, “Speaking of healing —“

“Oh, god. Here we go.”

He laughed, “What? I just wanted to say that watching you go full bad ass was really, really hot.”

“And what does that have to do with healing?”

“What do you mean, babe? It heals my soul, and other things.”

You groaned, “You are the corniest man I know.”

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Neighbors// Harry POV

Harry had been having a rough day, week, month. Walking back to his apartment he couldn’t help but overthink. What if people hate the new music, what if it doesn’t send out the message that I want it to? And so on.

Walking into the building he notices the elevator doors open, and shouts,

“Hold the elevator please!” as he lightly jogs to them. As he walks into the confined space he sees the girl try and subtly move as far away from him as possible. It makes sense he supposes, he does sort of look like a freak. “Four please.” he says at the same time he notices the four button is already lit up. Ah, so this must be the new tenant. When the elevator stops and the doors open he almost laughs at how fast the girl bolts off. Harry knows that his new neighbor is paranoid, she keeps looking back and seeing if he is following her, which he is, but not in a stalker way. Just in a, I now live next door to you and I am trying to get home, kind of way. He walks right past her to the door next to hers and an audible sigh of relief comes out as she places the key in the lock.

“ ’m Harry by the way. I guess we are neighbors.” The girl smiles and steps into the unit.

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It’s about a week later when he sees her again,

“I never caught your name.” He says

“That would be because I never tried to give it to you.” the girl replies with some bite in her tone. This takes Harry by surprise, but as he regains his composure he speaks again,

“Okay then elevator girl, I guess I will see you around.”

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A month passes and Harry sees her around from time to time, he greets her the same way every time,

“Hey there elevator girl, got a name yet?” and she responds the same way every time, with one single finger. He laughs and says “See you around.” and that's that.

Until one day, Harry just had the worst day in the studio. Nothing seemed to be working he can’t seem to finish any song, and he just wants to go home, shower, and crash

“What no question about my name today?” He hears a female voice. It makes him almost want to smile, almost.

“ ‘m not in the mood. See you around.” and he goes into his apartment. An hour or so later he hears a knock at the door. Who in the world? He looks through the peephole. Oh her. He smiles a bit and then opens the door. She stares at him for a second

“Oh my god. You are Harry Styles.” His hand automatically covers her mouth

“SHHHH! Please don’t post my address on twitter or, or something.” he runs his hand down his face, just plain exhausted.

“Course not.” The girl protests “First of all you think I want screaming tennagers banging on my door at all hours of the day, no thank you. And also I have lived in LA for several years now, running into celebrities is like an everyday occurrence. I was just shocked, and also the dots were connecting in my brian.” He just stares at her for a minute shocked,

“Okayy… is there something you needed? A cup of sugar or something, because chances are I don’t have it, my pantry isn’t exactly stocked.” he says finally, exasperated

“Oh I actually just brought you these because you said you were having a bad day.” she holds out the plate of cookies “ And my name by the way, is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” he tests it out, “Well Y/N would you like to come in and have a cookie?” she hesitates

“If you are sure I am not going to be imposing?”

“Come on in.” he takes a step back and opens the door wider.

That night the two really hit it off, he talked to her about how he had ‘the worst day at the studio’ and she told him about her film career. He hadn’t smiled so much in a long time

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It’s a few months later around two in the morning when he paces outside Y/N’s door. He finished, finally finished and it was all thanks to her. He knocks and then continues pacing and fidgeting.

She starts speaking as she opens the door but once he sees her he slams his body into hers.

“I did it love! I finished the album!” and then he kisses her. He didn’t mean for it to happen, over the last few months he had started to feel more about her, but he didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship or pull her into the limelight like that. He pulls away awkwardly “Sorry” he says but he doesn’t mean it.

“No, don't be. You were excited and got carried away.” she smiles.

“Yeah.” Harry says half-heartedly and smiles back “Anyway I know it's late, or early I guess depending on how you look at it but I wanted to give you this.” He holds out the item he had been fidgeting with, “I know that almost no one owns a CD player anymore so if you need to borrow one let me know, but as my best friend I wanted you to be one of the first ones to listen to it.” She takes it from him, and pulls him into another hug

“I am so proud of you no matter what.” she whispers in his ear, and he just wants to melt into her arms “And I know for a fact that this is going to be phenomenal.” he squeezes her tighter never wanting to let go and then says goodnight. Pulling away and walking next door.

Harry can’t sleep that night, he’s either too worried about what she’ll think or too wired from finishing the album. He can’t decide, maybe both?

The next morning about an hour after he fell asleep there is a banging on the door. When he opens it a few minutes later she pushes past him into his apartment.

“That album is beautiful, you know that right? It is an absolute masterpiece. Every song, lyric, chord, everything is just so perfect.” he feels his cheeks heat up but plays it off

“Sure Y/N, why don’t you come in.” he yawns

“Sorry.” she doesn’t seem very sorry, he wants to laugh but instead responds,

“Thank you for the kind words though. I am glad you like it. Would you want to direct it?” he asks the question he's been dying to ask since he handed her the CD

“That’s a joke right?” her eyes wide.

“Not at all love. You are who I want to direct all the videos for the album , no one knows me better.” And it was true, no one knows him the way that Y/N does.

“Harry, surely you want someone with more credentials, like Vincent Haycock, or Dave Meyers.” she lists of A-List directors who would never put in the same time and passion she would, and it slightly annoys him

“Do you not want to do it?” He asks confused

“Of Course I want to but I think there are others who would be better suited.”

“Well I want you.” She didn't respond for a while, was it the kiss? Ugh how could you be so stupid Harry, he scolds himself

“Okay.” she finally responds and delight fills his body

“Yeah?” he smiles at her

“Yeah.”

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Being best friends, really allowed the two of them to figure out what he wanted for the Lights Up video. It was not helping his deep unrelenting love for her, but it was going to make some amazing music videos.

On set he was surrounded by gorgeous men and women, any of whom he’s sure if he played his cards right he could have, but all his attention was on her, the most beautiful in the entire country if he was being honest.

“Harry, please take it a bit more seriously.” she laughs as he sticks his tongue out to the camera for the millionth time.

“Just trying to lighten your mood, lovie.” Damn it Styles, he scolds, stop with the pet names

A little while later as the crew is leaving Harry goes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist.

“Haz you scared me.” she laughs and smacks his arm “You better have all the sweat and oil off, I really like this shirt.” she wiggles trying to pull away

“ I’ll buy you a new one.” he mumbles but holds you close. She tries a bit harder and finally breaks free

“What are you doing Harry?” she asked. His eyebrows come together in confusion.

“Well I was just loving my best mate until she pulled away from me.” she sigh and he swears he sees tears prick the corners of her eyes

“If all I am is your best ‘mate’ then we need to set some boundaries.” Harry is confused “I am in love with you.” he almost gasps, what in the world had the two of them been doing the whole time

“Harry Styles I am in love with you, and if you aren’t in love with me that’s fine but I need you to say it, and then I need a couple weeks of distance from you after this shoot.” His jaw hangs open as he says nothing. He can’t find his voice and as he tries to find it she walks away. When he snaps out of it, she is halfway back to her room, he chases after her experiencing a bit of deja vu from the first time they ever met.

He finally catches up to her and wraps his hand around her arm. She whips her head around and immediately starts yelling at him

“Harry, if you can’t even tell me that you don’t love me as a courtesy at least let me get over it without you hovering.”

“I love you.” He says and then pulls her to him smashing their lips together pushing into the room. After a few minutes they pull away “Fine Line is at least a third about you.”

“What?”

“I was stuck, and then you came into my life and my world changed. I could suddenly write again, and I started seeing things differently, and yes I know how cliche that sounds.” They laugh together and Harry Edward Styles has never been happier.

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