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shadesslut · 9 months

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loving her was red, pt. 4

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Slight smut, violence, Chad being a lil creepo)

Summary: After the killings of Jason and Greg, the group is on high alert, but luckily for Ethan, Chad gets a little distracted.

(a/n: kinda hate this)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

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Y/N and Ethan desperately made their way through the crowded streets. Ethan held on tightly to her hand as she bumped into people, muttering quick apologies.

“Fuck. Fuck.” She cursed as she swung the door open in Sam and Tara’s apartment building lobby. Earlier, at the party, they each received a text from the group; a simple text from Tara, telling them to get the fuck at their apartment. They ran up the stairs, stopping at their floor and rapidly knocked on the door. Chad immediately opened it, and he looked at the two with a hurt expression, but brushed it off. Y/N stepped around him into the apartment, but Ethan stood in his spot.

“We were just talking, I broke things off.” Ethan lied, trying his best to not smile. Chad nodded at him and stepped to the side to let Ethan in.

He walked in to see all the girls in the living room, watching the TV. Mindy and Anika were cuddled up together on the couch, Quinn next to them, and Sam and Tara arguing by the kitchen entrance. “What happened?” Y/N asked, stopping the two sisters from continuing any further.

“Fucking look,” Sam said as she reached for the remote and turned the volume up. On the screen, a news reporter was outside a building, with pictures of two boys in the corner. Jason Carvey and Greg Bruckner, found dead in their apartment.

Y/N looked over to Sam and Tara, who both furrowed their brows at the screen.

On the screen, a Ghostface mask appeared, and Sam immediately turned off the TV. Everyone turned their heads at her, who was already grabbing things. “Pack a bag Tara, we’re leaving tonight.”

“Woah, what?” Tara yelled at her, confusion lacing her tone. They both bickered at each other, and Ethan came up next to Y/N.

He nudged her shoulder with his. “You okay?” He asked softly. She simply nodded and looked at Chad. Chad, who didn’t know what to focus on more, just shrugged at her. She gave Ethan a sympathetic smile, before walking over to Chad.

“I’m sorry this is happening again, I can’t imagine how all of you are feeling.” She said as she put her hand on his arm. He rested his hand on top of hers and gently rubbed her skin. He gave her a gentle smile, and for a moment, a small moment but a moment nonetheless, he glanced at Ethan. Ethan saw, because he had been already staring at the two, but looked away once he felt Chad’s gaze.

“Thanks, being around you helps.” Chad spoke softly to her.

Sam’s phone rang, stopping every conversation in the room. She answered, and she sighed as she walked out. Tara followed after her, leaving the rest of the group alone. They all looked at each other, Ethan and Quinn giving each other a look the rest of the group missed. “I think we’re gonna head out.” Anika said as she stood up with Mindy. Chad nodded at them as they gave their goodbyes, leaving.

Quinn retired to her room, leaving Chad, Ethan, and Y/N. They all shifted awkwardly, waiting for one of them to speak.

“I guess I’ll stay here. For when they get back.” Y/N first spoke, sitting down on the couch.

Ethan wanted to stay, but before he could say anything, Chad jumped at the chance. “I’ll stay with you. You don’t mind being alone tonight, right Ethan?” Chad asked as he sat down next to her. She looked at Ethan worriedly at Chad’s words. Ethan’s jaw ticked, but he forced a smile at Chad.

“Yeah sure.”

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Ethan was pacing his apartment floor. He needed to do something, he had to do something. He sent Y/N multiple texts, but no response. His face was red with anger, and he blamed Chad. He thought Chad would calm down after their conversation, he believed Chad when he said he would get over Y/N. He told himself that everything would be alright; Y/N was his now, he didn’t have to worry about Chad.

He was wrong.

Chad wasn’t going to stop. He wasn’t going to stop until the day he dropped dead. Ethan now knew this, and he knew he had to kill him. He texted Y/N one more time.

Ethan

Don’t trust Chad.

11:35 pm

He grabbed his black robe, holding onto it with a firm grip as he stared down at it. He had never worn it before; tonight would be the first night. He shoved it in his bag, along with his knife, and walked out his apartment. It took him a half hour to climb the fire escape, the right one, to Tara and Sam’s apartment. He was clad in his mask and robe, knife in hand, as he watched through the window. He kept himself hidden, he shifted watching Chad and Y/N talk.

They were in different spots from when Ethan left. He assumed Tara and Sam got back, from the pillows and blankets that covered Chad and Y/N. Y/N was stretched along the couch as she curled herself under the blanket. Chad was on the adjacent couch, his head diagonal from hers.

Ethan reached in his pocket, grabbing his phone. He sent another text to Y/N.

Ethan

I need to see you rn.

12:56 am

please

12:56 am

He saw her phone light up on the coffee table. She sat her head up, reading the text, before laying back down.

Uh, Y/N? What the fuck was that? Ethan thought to himself. Was she ignoring him on purpose?

Inside, Chad and Y/N had been conversing about various topics. She brought up Chad’s childhood to try to distract him from the killings, like the best friend she was. They went from their childhoods to their exes, to their classes, and now they were talking about Ethan.

“So, the other day,” Y/N started awkwardly. She kept her sight on the ceiling.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Chad interrupted her, looking towards her. “Do you…trust Ethan?”

She turned her head towards him, slowly, with a dazed expression. She studied his face for a moment, trying to find any hint of unseriousness. He was serious, no doubt about it.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you trust him? Fully? How well do you know him?” Chad asked sternly as he sat up. He rested himself on his elbows, the blanket falling down to his waist. His shirt was slightly raised and showed a sliver of his stomach. Y/N glanced at the skin, but quickly looked back up.

She sat herself up and criss crossed her legs, situating herself. “I think I do.”

He nodded as he looked down.

Ethan stared at the two intently in rage. He saw what Chad was trying to do; lifting his arms up to reveal skin, shifting his hips towards her, it was everything Ethan had already done. He played this game before, hell, he won. He had been inside her, multiple times, Chad can’t say that, right?

The neckline of her shirt slid off her shoulder, revealing the top of her cleavage. Chad was shameless to say the least. He was staring at her like a piece of meat. He glanced at her lips, then eyes, and he rested his hand on top of his crotch. She looked at him longingly, not seeing Ethan fully in front of the window behind Chad.

Don’t do it.

She moved towards Chad, as if she was reaching out to him. Chad, of course, started to move towards her. They almost touched each other, until her phone rang. She flinched and looked at her phone, seeing Ethan’s profile picture glowing on the screen. Chad groaned and sat back on the sofa.

“Just-give me a second,” She rushed, grabbing her phone and walking to the bathroom. She locked the door and answered the phone. “Hey, what’s up?”

Ethan kept his gaze on Chad, who was scrolling aimlessly on his phone. “Hi. I miss you.”

She giggled softly, cheeks warm from hearing his voice.

“I miss you too.”

He couldn’t take it anymore; not feeling her body on his. Her voice alone was enough to tighten his pants. He slowly reached his hand down, fingers grazing his half-hard boner.

“I miss you,” he breathed heavily into the phone. He started palming himself at the sounds of her breathing. She let out a deep exhale at soft whine Ethan accidentally let out.

She sat herself down on the floor, hugging her knees. “Yeah? What are you doing?” She asked, already knowing the answer, as she slowly wrapped her thumb around the waistband of Tara’s shorts she was borrowing.

He hummed softly, his cock now fully out. He slowly slid his hand up and down his shaft, tensing everytime his thumb rolled over his tip.

“I think you know what I’m doing,” he moaned. She spit on her index and ring finger before reaching down and gently rubbing her clit. She imagined his rough fingers, touching her instead of herself.

Ethan moaned again, and he looked back into the window. His hand stuttered and stopped, looking at Chad. He was now sat by the bathroom door, the bathroom where Y/N was currently in as she touched herself, with his hand shoved down his boxers. Ethan yanked his pants back up as he stood, glaring at Chad. What the fuck? Was Chad, creeping on her? Listening and watching from outside? What a fucking dirtbag.

Ethan reached for his knife, white-knuckling his grip. “Ethan?” he heard her whine on the phone.

“I have to go.” he simply said before hanging up. He slowly started raising the window, keeping his gaze on Chad, who was now standing up. He stepped inside and creeped around the couches, and he saw Y/N open the bathroom door to look at Chad, but locked eyes with Ethan.

She screamed and pointed at him, which caused Chad to turn around. Chad’s eyes widened at Ethan, and Ethan jumped forward and sliced Chad’s arm. He let out a yell in pain as he clutched onto the wound. Y/N pulled him in the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. Ethan stepped back, took a second, and started to kick the door.

Chad pushed his back against the door, groaning in pain as blood seeped down his arm. He looked at Y/N who was rapidly tapping on her phone before holding it up to her ear.

Ethan stopped, and he listened as she called the police. He felt something heavy hit his head and fell to the floor. He looked up and saw Tara, clutching a frying pan in her hands. He groaned as he held his head. She jumped at him as she swung again, but he ducked and kicked at her feet, her falling down.

He jerked her across the floor by her hair and stabbed her in her stomach twice.

“Fuck!” he heard Sam yell as she ran over to him pushing him off of Tara. Tara put pressure on her stomach as Sam grabbed at her. Chad and Y/N had come out of the bathroom now, staring in shock at the sight. Ethan looked between them, anger growing each time. He stood up and ran towards them, stabbing Chad in the side. He slid down the wall as Y/N held onto him. Chad grunted in pain, and before anyone could do anything, Ethan ran out.

He heard them groaning and yelling at each other as he ran down the stairs.

In an alleyway, Ethan leaned against a wall, chest rising and falling heavily. He gripped the material of his robe as he calmed himself down. He smiled, recalling the image of Chad as he stabbed him, the cries Y/N let out, all of it, felt so good. He knew his sister and father would curse at him for his little outburst, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to hurt Chad; the way Chad hurt him. He felt his phone buzzing, and he saw Y/N’s name pop up. He smiled at her concerned texts. He hoped Chad would back off now after tonight’s incident, he hoped Chad would bleed out before reaching the hospital, and he hoped Chad died knowing Y/N was never his. She would always be Ethan’s, and Ethan’s alone.

He looked down at his pants. He was still hard.

(Taglist: @leaveitbythewave)

#ethan landry x reader #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #jack champion #ghostface x reader #chad meeks x reader #mason gooding #ghostface

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wnobin · 4 months

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NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰

petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader

series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.

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part six: On my way!

wonbin slumped over on the couch, exhausted and breathing heavily as anton shoved his phone in his face. “park wonbin! how do you feel beating jung sungchan’s ass?” staring blankly at the younger male who had a wide grin on his face, he covered the camera with his hand. ��get that camera out of my face or you’re next.” anton nervously giggled, backing away to review the footage with seunghan and sohee, who sat far away from wonbin, scared that wonbin would come after him next.

as dramatic as the fight sounded, it was barely even considered a fight. the only injury sustained was a small scratch to sungchan’s forearm. the only reason the fight was over was due to wonbin pulling a muscle while attempting to pull sungchan’s hair again. sungchan laid down on the floor, sweaty and chest rising up and down as he breathed, shotaro sitting next to him and brushing his bangs out of his face. “can’t believe you’re both fighting because of a girl.”

“woah woah woah, we didn’t fight because of y/n, we fought because sungchan’s a big mouth!”

“am not! i didn’t beat you up even after finding out about the flower pot incident! if anything, we’re even now.”

“he’s right. can the both of you be civil now?” eunseok hits the back of wonbin’s head, forcing the both of them to apologise to each other (reluctantly) like little kids. “what’re you gonna do now? are you gonna ask her out?”

wonbin let out a groan and rubbed his face remembering that you now knew that he was absolutely obsessed with you. “i don’t even know. what if she doesn’t feel the same? we haven’t even spent that much time together.”

“then spend time with her. didn’t you say she invited you to dinner?”

“yeah, but— hey, hands off, you greedy bitch.” wonbin caught sungchan trying to sneak a packet of chocolates from the bag of treats you gave to him, attempting to snatch the bag from him. “you beat me up. i deserve this.”

the rest of the guys went out to get dinner while wonbin stayed back in the dorm, tired out from the events of the day. he laid down in the comfort of his bed, head turning to stare at the paper bag of treats you got for him with a small heart drawn on the front of the bag. holding his phone up, he stared at your chat, unsure of what to say.

sorry about what happened, sungchan was just joking around. well he couldn’t send that because that would be lying. wonbin groaned in frustration, unsure of how to approach the topic or if he should even bring it up. there’s a chance you didn’t hear him at all. before he could retype his message for the nth time, his phone dropped on his face and he let out a soft ouch. picking up his phone, he froze, seeing your contact pop up on the screen as the phone rang. he must’ve accidentally pressed the call button when the phone hit his face.

fuck shit fuck how do i cancel this call??

“wonbin?” you picked up after 2 rings, as if you were expecting his call. “um, hey y/n…! sorry, i didn’t mean to call you,” wonbin internally facepalmed himself, embarrassed of the way his voice cracked. “oh… i see. i’ll just hang up then. goodnight!”

“no, stay! i mean, we can talk if you’re not busy doing anything now.”

“mm, okay. how was your day, bin?” your voice was soft and comforting, like music to his ears after such a long day of classes and fighting with sungchan. he told you all about his long lectures and how his professors kept picking him out to answer questions during every single one of his classes. you listened intently, giggling whenever wonbin’s voice would get higher when he was especially irritated by a situation. “it’s like they’re all out to get me. and for what? because i showed up late to the first day of lessons? it wasn’t even my fault, how was i supposed to know that classroom 73A and classroom 73 aren’t the same?! and that was months ago, they should get over it.” you couldn’t help but to burst out laughing, listening to wonbin whine like a kid. you told him about how your day wasn’t that good either, getting stopped during security check and getting your bag further inspected during the flight back. “they probably thought i was smuggling drugs or something but i just wanted to bring back snacks…” wonbin could hear your pout through the phone, a smile creeping onto his face.

“sounds like we both had a hard day. i think we definitely deserve a treat. so how about that dinner you promised me some time next week?”

“we’re on.”

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myseungsunglove · 8 months

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The Art of Meeting | Bc

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff to wrap it up

Word Count: 5.4k (whoopsies)

Summary: the reader and Chan are meeting up after their unlikely connection via bubble and Instagram. The reader is heading to LA to meet Chan and the boys. Will this meeting be everything she hoped for or make matters more complicated than she imagined?

A/N: Part 3. For The Master of Flirting - This one really, really got away from me. Sometimes I include so much detail because I just feel like you NEED to know, you know? Anyway, I very much enjoyed writing this part, so I really hope you guys enjoy it.

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「© September 3, 2023 by mysweethannie」

Saturday, August 19th 12:15 AM CST

Chan: *received video*

Hey there, beautiful. We are on the plane and about to head out. It’s a long flight, and I’m exhausted. I can’t believe I’m going to see you in a little over 12 hours. I’m literally on cloud 9 just thinking about getting to see you.

“Is that our lovely y/n?” you hear Han’s voice in the background.

“Did someone say y/n?” Seungmin quickly interjects.

It’s not long before both boys' heads pop into the frame. Stupid, goofy grins plastered on their faces.

“Oh my god, Y/n Hi! We’re gonna see you soon. Get excited because this is going to be the most exciting weekend of your life,” Han practically yells at the screen.

Seungmin scoffs, a small smirk briefly appearing on his face. He always pretends to be annoyed with Han, but you know the opposite to be true. His eyes don’t lie. He is extremely fond and protective of Han.

“Seriously, you’re so loud,” he says, shoving Han playfully. “Can’t wait to see you, y/n,” He waves a tiny little wave that makes your heart squeeze in your chest. Han leans up and kisses the camera before Chan can swat them both away.

“Anyway,” Chan laughs, rolling his eyes playfully. “Seems I’m not the only one excited to see you,” he smiles fondly. “Maybe for different reasons, but still those two don’t shut up about you. Hell, I don’t either,” he laughs at himself. “Now I’m just rambling, but I just wanted to let you know we boarded and are heading out. I know you probably won’t be up for a few hours, or at least I hope you took my advice and got some rest. I’ll text you when we land. Our flights are scheduled to arrive pretty close together, so I’ll see you at LAX,” he smiles at the camera, his eyes becoming tiny slits.

“Byeom, darlin’”

The video ends there and you smile contentedly at your phone. You watch the video over again, laughing at the interruption of Han and Seungmin, your heartbeat quickening when Chan admits that he can’t stop talking about you and is excited to see you. You type out a quick response, hoping you’ll catch him before his phone is put on airplane mode.

Y/N: I’m so nervous and excited, I can hardly sleep. Though, I am getting a little tired now that I know you’re headed out. I can’t wait to see you. I’m not sure words can even explain how I’m feeling if I’m being honest.

Chan: I was hoping you’d be asleep, but I get it. I’m gonna have to take something to make me sleep. Ah, they’re telling us to prepare for take off. I gotta go. Please get some sleep, baby girl. It’s gonna be busy once we’re in LA, trust me. My life is kind of crazy. See you soon, y/n

Y/N: I’m not sure how one misses someone they haven’t actually met, but Channie, I miss you.

Chan: I know exactly what you mean. I miss you more, baby girl.

Y/N: Travel safe, Channie. G’night babe.

Chan: G’day, darlin’

You lock your phone, switch it over to silent and place it on the wireless charger. Sleep suddenly feels imminent now that you know the boys are about to be in the air. You smile to yourself as you roll over and cuddle up to your body pillow to fall asleep.

August 19th 4:30 AM CST

Morning comes much more quickly than you anticipate. You wake with a jolt at 4:30 AM. Whoever is taking you to the airport is due to be at your house at 5:30 sharp. You peel yourself out of bed and drag yourself into the bathroom to go through some kind of morning routine. You debate on whether you are going to travel cozy and casual or dress up and actually put on makeup. You settle for something in between the two, a simple tinted moisturizer, a light powder, and some mascara. You have pretty healthy skin and it is glowing this morning despite your complete lack of sleep. Your freckles, one of your more charming features, dance across your round cheeks. Chan has mentioned absolutely loving them, so you decide to let them shine today.

Your outfit isn’t complicated. You don’t want to look like you are going on a business trip but equally so you don’t want to look like a bum either. It is hot as hell at home, so you grab a purple sundress with white flowers on it and throw on your favorite pair of cons.

You slip on your jewelry, a simple diamond pendant necklace, a few low statement rings, and your earrings. You assess yourself in the mirror and figure you are about as ready as you’re going to be. Your hair is short, so a little spray and a few tossles here and there do the trick. You look at the clock and it’s near 5:00, so you move to refill your water bottle and double check your luggage. You are a meticulous planner, so the likelihood you are forgetting anything with all the lists you have made is slim to none, but it doesn’t stop you from triple checking everything.

Your phone rings at 5:30 on the dot, the person accompanying you on your journey arriving at your door right on time. You swing it open and are immediately greeted by a warm smile and a small Korean woman who looks to be about ten years older than you.

“Y/n?” she asks.

“Yeah that’s me,” you bow and reach out a hand to shake hers all at the same time, so nervous about the day ahead. She laughs softly and it’s a pleasant sound that calms you in an unexpected way.

“I’m Lee Jia. It’s nice to finally meet you. Chan speaks of you with the highest regard,” she smiles and bows.

You blush. “It’s lovely to meet you. Come in, I’ll grab my things,” you say as you usher her in. Lovely to meet you, you ask yourself. Who even are you right now, y/n? A nervous fucking wreck, that’s who.

You scurry off to gather your things and you return to see Jia standing in your entry, looking down at her phone.

“Ready,” you breathe.

“Shall we?” she asks as you pull open your front door. She leads the way to the car and you’re off. The ride to the airport flies by. When you arrive at the airport, a large Korean man joins your little entourage. He introduces himself as Seok-Jin. He explains that he is your bodyguard and gives you a quick rundown of what to expect. Before you know it, you’re in line to board the plane after clearing security.

“We can chat more on the plane,” Seok-Jin explains, “but essentially, I say, you do. Your safety may depend on that specific instruction especially once we are in LA.”

You hadn’t even considered this side of your meeting. And suddenly you are starkly reminded that Bang Chan is in fact a world wide superstar. Internationally known. He doesn’t get to just exist like a normal person, and you’re hit with the fact that, from this point on, you may not either depending on the outcome of this trip.

“Of course. You say, I do. Got it,” you repeat back to him. He gives you a small nod as you move through to board the plane. Chan had booked first class seats and that experience alone is shocking. You settle into your seat, both Jia and Seok-Jin close by, pull out your headphones and open up your phone. You type out a quick message to Chan even though you know he is currently somewhere over the Pacific Ocean.

Y/n: Settled and about to take off.

*picture sent* in the photo you have your eyes closed and your face scrunched up in a cute closed lipped smile. You hold up a peace sign feeling like a goober.

Y/n: Guess I’ll see you in about 4 hours. I can’t believe this is real.

You turn your phone on airplane mode, listening to the preflight instructions before take off. You look at your watch. 8:20 Everything is going off without a hitch and that makes you a little nervous but you try not to dwell on or overthink it. Things are allowed to go your way, you tell yourself.

You stick in your headphones and turn on your music, Chan’s soft voice lulling you to sleep as you close your eyes and settle in for the flight.

August 19th 11:00 AM PST

The flight is uneventful. You sleep most of the three and a half hour journey. Changing time zones always throws you for a loop, but with the difference only being two hours, you’d adjust easily enough. Easier than the boys would for sure.

“The boys’ flight just landed,” Jia tells you quietly as the two of you settle at a table outside Urth Caffe & Bar. It’s located close to the terminal the boys will be arriving at. You can tell because the amount of people with cameras around is insane. Some of the people are from News Outlets, but others are just regular people, probably STAYS excited to see the boys arrive in LA.

You order a Green Tea Americano, in desperate need of some caffeine. You run to the bathroom while Jia waits at your table for your order. Seok-Jin accompanies you to the restroom, but waits a respectable distance away from the entry. It feels so weird to have someone right there watching every move you make.

You take a few minutes to compose yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, giving yourself a little pep talk. You are about to meet someone you never expected to meet. Bang Chan still felt a little bit like a fictional character. Your brain can’t fully comprehend that you are about to actually meet him. Not only that, you are going to meet all of Stray Kids. You had formed a quick bond with Han and Seungmin, but your interactions with the other boys had been minimal thus far. That was all about to change.

“You can do this you idiot,” you tell yourself in the mirror. “He’s just a guy. At the end of the day, he wants normal as much as you do,” you remind yourself. With that, you straighten your hair and dress one last time and exit the bathroom.

Seok-Jin leads you back to the table where Jia is seated. Your drink is sitting on the table and you snatch it up, eager to have that rush of adrenaline in your veins that the caffeine will provide.

“Okay, so the boys are clearing security now,” Jia starts.

You stare at her, your mouth agape.

“Wait, already?” you ask, a slight panic in your voice.

Jia smiles softly at you and it’s reassuring as you will your heart to slow down.

“Already,” she confirms. “Your luggage is already on its way to the hotel. Now we just need to go meet up with them. Chan insisted that you would be riding with them from the airport to the hotel, despite my advice.”

“Your advice?” you ask.

“I’m not sure it’s the best idea for your first meeting to be here. I swear he forgets the level of his notoriety sometimes,” she sighs and you can tell she is a little exasperated. “They all do.”

“Ah,” you nod in understanding. “That he does. Should we just go ahead to the hotel?” you ask, suddenly doubting the plan to meet with Chan here.

Jia shakes her head.

“We’ve got everything figured out as best as we can,” she assures you. “Seok-Jin will be right there. If he says…”

“I do,” you answer with Jia.

“Exactly,” she smiles. “Let’s move. We are going to head to the meeting place. We will basically meet up with them. There won’t be time for a grand meeting. Essentially, we will simply walk up and join the group. We will head to the cars from there,” she tells you.

“Got it,” you nod nervously.

You both stand, Seok-Jin close behind as you throw your cross body bag over your shoulder. You take a deep breath. You can feel your anxiety bubbling up as you take a step forward. There are so many things you hadn’t accounted for. So many factors you hadn’t considered. You briefly feel a little foolish for rushing into all of this, but there is no turning back. Not now.

The three of you cover a lot of ground fairly quickly and suddenly you are rounding the corner. The noise of the crowd hits you before you actually see it. It feels like there are hundreds of people around you. They aren’t there for you, though, you remind yourself, though that doesn’t entirely help ease your anxiety. But you have a guard. You’ll be fine, y/n you tell yourself.

“Oh my god, is that her?” you hear someone say, and you turn to look at whoever the voice is mentioning. You don’t stop moving, but when you look, you realize that the eyes are on you. That isn’t right. No one should be looking at you.

“It is her!” someone else says, and suddenly it feels like the wolves are descending. There is a swarm of people closing in on you. They are shouting questions and pointing cameras in your face. Seok-Jin’s hand is on your back, his other on your arm as he shields you from the crowd, but he is just one person. It feels like the walls are closing in and you instantly feel like you can’t breathe.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you working on a collaboration with Stray Kids?” someone shouts from not far enough away. “Do you have plans to showcase your singing soon?” Another shouts. Your head is spinning. How did these people know your name? Why were they talking about your singing? You can feel your chest collapsing in on itself as you become so overwhelmed you aren’t sure you can keep going.

You haven’t remotely paid attention to where Jia and Seok-Jin are leading you. At this point, meeting up with the guys is the last thing on your mind. You just want to get into a car and drive away from this chaos. Your breathing is quick and you stop, clutching your chest, trying to will yourself to keep breathing. You had not anticipated any of this.

It’s then that you suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into their body. The person is too short to be Seok-Jin.

“Y/N, I’m here. It’s okay.”

He strokes your hair and gently kisses the side of your forehead. “We’ve gotta move, baby girl,” he whispers in your ear and suddenly you realize it's Chan. You are wrapped up in Chan’s arms and that’s all the strength you need to move again. You don’t know where he had come from or how he knew anything was wrong, but the two of you move together and head for the door which is much closer than you realize.

What you hadn’t realized was that Jia had been communicating with Chan’s team the second things went south and people started recognizing you. She had been trying to get to the bottom of why anyone even remotely knew who you were to begin with. Chan had been filled in and demanded that he move ahead of the group to come to you.

Chan’s arms are wrapped protectively around you as your group of five; you, Chan, Jia, Seok-Jin and Chan’s bodyguard, suddenly becomes a much larger group. You haven’t looked up at Chan yet because you are surrounded by people and completely overwhelmed. You finally take a chance to pay attention to your surroundings and you realize that the rest of the group has joined you. The crowd of people now feels further away as there were many people surrounding you and the boys. You take a deep breath and scan the faces.

Your eyes meet a pair of round hazelnut eyes and he smiles, giving you a tiny wave. His eyes squint up almost closing completely, and even though you can’t see his smile because of the face mask, you know the person is smiling brightly at you.

“Seungmin,” you breathe.

You step outside the doors and the bright LA sun hits you along with a nice breeze and you take another deep breath. You feel as though it’s the first time you’ve breathed since you left the caffe.

Chan’s guard rushes ahead of you and opens the door to an SUV. Chan’s hand is resting on the small of your back.

“You first, darlin’” he says, guiding you into the car and following quickly behind you. The two of you settle in the back seat and Han and Seungmin jump in the seats ahead of you which are facing backwards so that you are all facing each other. You toss off your cross body bag, and let your head fall against the headrest behind you.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your breath coming out in a shutter as you run your fingers through your short hair.

Chan places a firm hand on your bare thigh and squeezes lightly.

“Are you okay?” he asks. You can hear the worry in his voice. “I don’t know what happened,” he says, speaking to the situation back in the airport.

For the first time you look up and your eyes meet Chan’s. He has a soft, concerned smile on his face, his hand staying firmling on your thigh as his round eyes hold your gaze. His skin on your skin is enough to send a thrill through you despite everything that has transpired in the last twenty minutes.

“I’m okay now,” you chuckle a little. “Hi,” you add, not knowing what else to say.

He laughs then with his entire body, his head thrown back at the gesture.

“G’day darlin’” he smiles.

You grab his hand that is still resting on your leg and squeeze it. He turns it over and interlaces his large fingers with yours. His eyes never leave yours except for the brief moment they dart down to glance at your lips. You can feel the heat rising in your chest at that small action.

“I don’t know what happened,” he repeats again. “I don’t know how anyone even remotely knows who you are or that you are connected to us in any way,” he says.

“I don’t know,” you echo.

Just then Han looks up, a nervous look on his face. He’d been fiddling with a rip in his jeans the entire time you had been in the car.

“I might know what happened. Shit, I’m such an idiot,” he mutters, looking away from you both, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Han-ah?” Chan looks at him questioningly.

“I may have posted that clip of y/n singing Iris to our instagram story before we took off,” Han admits, his head falling into his hands.

Seungmin clears his throat.

“And I may have mentioned something in a story post after it about meeting you in LA and not being able to wait until I got to work with you in person,” Seungmin groaned, mimicking Han’s motion, putting his head in both of his hands. If it wasn’t so sad to see them beating themselves up, the gesture would have been cute.

“Oh,” you breathe out. Suddenly you’re laughing. It’s a little bit panicked, a little bit relieved, a lot of bit manic. “You guys are kind of idiots,” you tease as you pull your hand away from Chan’s to rub your hands over your face. “I was so not prepared for this. For any of this,” you admit looking at all three of them.

“God, I’m so sorry,” Han half sobs. You can see that he is absolutely beating himself up. Seungmin is quiet and you realize that he is crying.

“This is all my fault,” Seungmin manages, stuttering out his words before looking away.

You glance at Chan, a desperate look on your face at the despair of your new friends. Chan’s face is unreadable, but you can tell from his body language that he is frustrated. You on the other hand just want to comfort Han and Seungmin.

“Hey,” you say softly, reaching across you and putting a hand on Seungmin’s leg. “It’s okay. We made it through,” you smile reassuringly.

Han reaches out and squeezes your hand that is resting on top of Seungmin’s leg, placing his other hand on the shoulder of his friend, rubbing gently.

“You guys were excited. Hell, I was too. It could have easily been me,” you tell them.

“Except you don’t have millions of followers like us,” Han groans.

“Yeah, except that,” you admit.

“Actually,” Chan speaks for the first time in a while. “Might better check your Instagram.”

You grab your phone, open Instagram, and have thousands of requests to follow your account. Thousands. Your message requests are practically overflowing.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your small hand clapping over your mouth as you sit up and pull away from Han and Seungmin.

“Looks like the video was screen recorded and shared a shit ton before anyone on our end realized it was on our story,” Chan says scrolling on his phone. “Look,” he says, scooting closer to you, your legs pressed firmly together.

“Holy shit,” you breathe as Chan scrolls through countless posts, all about you. STAYS had quickly shared your video, most of the feedback fairly positive to your singing. They had also put on their mega detective hats and found your private Instagram handle and shared it far and wide. “I can’t believe this,” you admit.

“We’ll figure it out,” Chan smiles at you. “Together, yeah?”

You look up, meeting his eyes and practically melt. The frustration that was there before is now replaced with determination. You’re fascinated by how quickly he can mask his feelings in order to deal with a problem. You admire it, but it also concerns you a little bit.

“I mean, you deserve all this attention. I just wish you had been able to brace yourself for it,” Chan adds. “Obviously we aren’t the only ones who think you’re incredible.”

You click off your phone, no longer able to look through all the posts. You’re incredibly overwhelmed and so unsure how to handle yourself. You’ve only just arrived in LA and it feels like your entire life has already been turned upside down. You slide the phone into your bag on the floor and bring your hands to rest on your legs as they ball up in small fists. Your knuckles crack at the movement, and suddenly Chan is reaching out and grabbing your hands once more.

“It’ll be okay. I promise,” he says, holding both your hands in his, his thumb rubbing the top of your hand in a soothing motion. He has moved so that one leg is resting up on the seat between the two of you, the other resting on the floor.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say before you can stop yourself.

Chan drops both of your hands and moves them so that he is gently caressing your face. A small tear trails down your cheek and he gently wipes it away. He closes the space between you.

“I will always protect you,” he whispers, his breath now warm against your lips. His eyes search yours for permission and you don’t pull away. He takes that as a positive sign, and closes the distance that remains between you.

His mouth meets yours in a tender, hesitant kiss. His lips are soft and full. He tastes like sweet mint and smells like fall. The kiss is short, yet surprisingly intimate for a first kiss.

“Always,” he murmurs against you and you are chasing after his lips at those words, this time the two of you meeting in a much more desperate kiss. Your hands drape around his neck as he tilts your head slightly, his fingers dancing along the nape of your neck. Your head is spinning again, but this time in the best way possible. You knew the two of you were connected, but you couldn’t have possibly imagined any of this.

“I think we’re almost to the hotel,” Seungmin meekly whispers.

You and Chan are reminded then that you are not alone and pull away from each other hesitantly. You’ve never felt this immediately bonded with someone before and it’s a little overwhelming.

“Okay, good,” Chan chuckles, moving to sit up properly in the seat again, his hand finding yours once more. “Guys, we’ll all figure this out. Don’t beat yourselves up, yeah?” he assures the two younger boys across from him. “We’ve got a busy couple of days ahead of us. We’ll come up with a game plan,” Chan says, looking at all three of you. “I’m sure Jia is already working through it all.”

“She is,” Jia chimes in from the front seat and you all chuckle. None of you realized she had joined the four of you in the car. “Everyone can get settled in at the hotel, rest up and then we can all meet to talk about logistics.”

“All meet?” you question.

“Yes, all 9 of you. Everyone needs to be on the same page,” Jia says and turns back around in her seat.

You had completely forgotten about the other members that weren’t currently in the car with you. This would likely affect all of them in some way, and you could feel your nerves creeping back in once more.

“We’ll be fine,” Chan says beside you as if he knows the thoughts running wild in your head. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “We always are.”

You chuckle nervously as the car comes to a stop. Someone comes out to the car with key cards for your rooms and Jia passes them out quickly. With that, the four of you retreat from the small cramped space and step back out into the sunlight. It seems that people don’t know where the boys are staying because there aren’t throngs of people waiting here for them. As if Chan can read your mind he speaks.

“Our hotel is always a safe haven. No one will bother us here,” he says with a confident smile. You walk into the hotel and it’s beautiful. Chan leads you to the elevator, pressing the top floor and entering it with you, Han, and Seungmin. Your car arrived before the others, so you have yet to lay eyes on the rest of the members of Stray Kids at this point.

The bell of the elevator dings and you all step out of the small space. Your room is the last one on the hall, past all of the boys’ rooms. As Han and Seungmin depart, murmuring their apologies once again, and you realize that you are situated across the hall from Han and Seungmin, their rooms adjoined by a door inside.

Chan opens the door of his room and pulls you in behind him. You notice a door inside other than the bathroom door and closet door and realize then that your rooms must be joined as well. In fact, the door is open.

“That room is yours,” he says with a smile, gesturing to the open door. “I didn’t want to have to be caught in the hallway every time I wanted to come see you, so I figured requesting a set up like this would be easier,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Smart,” you chuckle.

You walk into your room and see that your luggage is all safely there, just as Jia assured you it would be. You throw your cross body bag on an empty chair and retreat into the bathroom. You take one look at yourself in the mirror and realize what a mess you look like. You glance down at your watch and it reads 1:00 pm. You hadn’t realized so much time had passed from getting off the plane, the whole airport disaster, and the car ride to the hotel. Traffic must have really been crazy, but you were so caught up in your own world with the boys, you had had no time to notice anything like that.

You wet a hand towel down with cold water and dab your face gently. You decide that you can refresh your makeup later, after you’ve rested. You use the bathroom and exit the room. You immediately notice Chan laying on the edge of your king size bed, an arm draped over his eyes.

“Are you as tired as I am?” you ask as you sit down gently beside him.

He chuckles and it's a low pleasant sound that sends a thrill through you. Sitting here with him feels so natural. Like it’s something you’ve done hundreds of times. It feels safe.

“That’s the understatement of the century,” he says as he moves his arm away from his face and softly smiles up at you.

You suddenly stand, holding out your hand to him.

“Then I propose a nap,” you say, offering your hand to him. He takes it without hesitation and stands, his free hand landing on your hip and pulling you close to him.

“That’s a proposal I don’t think I could possibly refuse,” he smiles down at you and damn it if you don’t go completely weak in the knees as his eyes lock with yours. You can see that he wants to kiss you again, but he hesitates this time. Something about being in a hotel room makes a kiss feel much more intimate and you both know you aren’t ready for where that could lead. Not after a day like today.

“I’m gonna change real quick. I don’t want to sleep in my travel clothes,” he laughs and steps away and back into his room.

“You’re too right,” you agree, moving to your luggage.

You open it up and the urge to unpack everything like you usually do is strong, but you’re also completely exhausted. That type A OCD trait will have to wait, you tell yourself as you search for an oversized T and a pair of shorts. You find your shirt that reads, “President of the Big Tiddy Committee” on it and burst out laughing. You had entirely forgotten that you had packed this. You throw it on and slide on a pair of black shorts.

You turn around, moving towards your bed and Chan is suddenly in the doorway between your rooms again. He is wearing a black tank top that sticks to him like his skin and a pair of loose black basketball shorts.

Suddenly he laughs out loud, his head falling backward as he laughs with his entire body.

“Oh my god,” he giggles, his hand going over his mouth. “Your shirt.”

You look down at it with a proud smile, pulling it away from you and reading it as if you’re reading it for the first time. You shrug, a smirk spreading across your face as you look back at him.

“Iconic, right?” you smile at him with a cocked eyebrow.

“That’s one word for it,” he laughs, shaking his head at you.

You wink at him and he blushes, a red tint spreading across his chest and face.

You pull back the comforter on the bed and crawl in, turning on the lamp beside the bed and grabbing the remote that closes the curtains, pressing the button. The room goes practically dark as night despite the fact that it’s 1:30 in the afternoon.

“You coming or what?” you ask, like you’ve done this with him a hundred times.

“Yeah, okay,” Chan responds nervously, but doesn’t hesitate to crawl into the bed from the other side. He quickly scoots close to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest without hesitation. You melt into him and suddenly feel ten times more tired than you had just moments ago. You feel him sigh contentedly and you can’t help but look up at him.

He is smiling down at you, his arm rubbing up and down your back gently.

“This is gonna be the best nap I’ve ever had in my life, I can feel it,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your temple.

“Hmm,” you hum in agreement and drift off to sleep, the chaos of the day on the back burner of your mind.

“Sweet dreams, darlin’” Chan whispers against your head before falling asleep too. You aren’t sure what you will have to face when you wake up, but in Chan’s arms, you feel like you can tackle just about any issue that comes your way.

< Pt. 2: The Mystery of You |Pt. 4: The Complication of Life Connecting >

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NERVOUS ➵ MATT STURNIOLO

English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Also, I hate writing stories with Y/N, so the main character's name is Olivia ;)

Matt and Olivia met a couple years back, but they never were really good friends. On the contrary, they both swore they hated each other, pretty much without a reason. To their dismay, Olivia became best friends with Matt’s triplet brothers, Nick and Chris. They were spending almost every day together and if Matt wanted to spend any time with his closest family, he was forced to see her.

It was a random Friday when Olivia found herself once again nestled in the comfort of the brothers' home. Laughter echoed off the walls as she bantered with Nick and Chris, yet she couldn't shake the sensation of Matt's piercing gaze fixated on her from across the room. Olivia wasn’t sure what his problem was, but at the same time, she wasn’t going to ask.

Nick's phone suddenly started buzzing with notification sounds, causing him to reach for it quickly. With a curious expression, he glanced at the screen and announced, “It's Tara. She wants to talk to us.”

Matt sighed deeply, starting to get up. “I’ll go start the car.”

“No, no!” Chris said with a sense of urgency in his voice.

The middle triplet raised an eyebrow at him.

“She wants to talk only to me and Chris.” Nick briefly showed him the screen of his phone, turning it away again before he could read anything. “She’s here to pick us up; we won’t be long. Liv, don’t go anywhere; make yourself at home.”

Olivia and Matt didn’t manage to say anything before the other two practically ran out of the home.

“I can’t believe they left me here with you.” The girl scoffed, crossing her arms on her chest.

Matt rolled his eyes at her and sighed. “I can’t believe they left me here with you either.”

The two of them sat in silence for a moment until he finally spoke up. “So, I guess we’ve got about an hour before they get back.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, what are we gonna do then? I don’t really like you and you definitely don’t like me but we’ve got nothing else to do but talk for an hour.”

“We don’t even have to talk; we can just act like the other isn’t here.” Olivia just shrugged and started playing with her rings. It was a habit she picked up some time ago; every time she was nervous, she would play with her jewelry to calm down her nerves.

Matt rolled his eyes again. “Ugh, you’re the worst. Whatever.” He leaned back in his seat and pretended not to notice her.

The two of them sat in silence for another moment, neither really saying anything, until Matt let out an exasperated sigh.

“How could Chris and Nick think this would be a good idea?”

“I have no idea.” Olivia sighed, looking at him. If she didn’t hate him, she would go as far as to say he looked really pretty in the dim light… But she wasn’t going to.

Matt glanced at her for a moment and then looked back forward, pretending not to notice her again. After a moment, he grumbled, “I hate you.”

“I hate you even more.”

The boy rolled his eyes once again, to show his immense annoyance, then let out another exasperated sigh. He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself as he leaned back again on the couch.

After a second, he looked over to her. “Can I ask you something?”

Olivia took a deep breath before responding, meeting his gaze. “What?”

He paused for a second as he tried to think of a way to ask her the question without it coming off as… Too rude.

“So, I know that we’re not really friends or anything… So why do they keep on trying to get us together? Like, what would they get out of it? They know I don’t like you.”

“Maybe they get off on that or something? They want us to be miserable.” She scoffed.

Matt nodded in agreement and then let out another heavy sigh. “That’s probably it; they’re probably doing this to get some fun out of it. Well, if their goal is to get a rise out of us, it’s working.”

Olivia nodded slightly, still playing with her rings.

The two of them sat in silence again for another moment, once again neither of them talking. After several silent seconds had passed Matt finally spoke up.

“Can I ask you a really stupid question?”

“Sure.” She sighed.

Matt blushed slightly before he replied.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

The girl froze for a second, not expecting his question to be… About that. She slowly turned to look at him, but she couldn’t read anything on his face. “Why do you ask?”

He swallowed nervously, his blush deepening slightly as he replied.

“Because you’re really pretty, you know. Like seriously, if you did, who could blame someone for liking you?”

Olivia raised an eyebrow, looking at him skeptically. Didn’t he just say he hated her? Matt looked away, embarrassed by what he had said.

“I just meant that it’s surprising that no one’s snatched you up yet-” He trailed off, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Who said no one has?” She asked daringly. It wasn’t true, she wasn’t seeing anyone; she just found his behavior interesting.

Matt stared at her for several moments, his blush deepening even more as his heart started pounding in his chest.

“Wait… You aren’t serious, right? You actually have someone?”

“How does this concern you?” She asked again, keeping a straight face and not letting him see her bluff.

“It’s just…” Matt shifted awkwardly in his seat and glanced away from her for a moment, still feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “You’re just so… Pretty. Like, it would be a little unbelievable if you were single.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Olivia whispered, feeling her heart skip a beat when he said it again. She hasn’t heard that in a really long time.

Matthew paused for a moment as he stared at her, his cheeks burning hotter than he’d ever felt them before. Eventually, he was able to get over the shock of what he had just said, and he spoke again.

“I-I mean…” His whole face was burning up; he didn’t know exactly what to say. “Yeah… You’re super pretty.”

“Thanks…” She said it quietly, feeling herself blush as well.

Matt glanced away from her again, unable to bear the sight of her blushing so adorably. He shifted awkwardly in his seat once more, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks again.

“S-So… Do you have a boyfriend or not?”

“No, I don’t.” She answered truthfully. “Why do you keep asking?”

He looked back at her, blushing deeply again. He shrugged and replied.

“I don’t really know. I just…” He stopped talking again and cleared his throat. “Just curious, that’s all.”

“Okay…” Olivia mumbled, going back to playing with her rings.

Matt tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. He was just as nervous as her. The silence continued for several moments, both of them just staring at the floor or straight ahead. Eventually, Matt spoke again.

“Can I ask you another dumb question?”

“Just say it; don’t ask me if you can say something.” Olivia giggled softly.

Matt chuckled slightly and smiled for the first time that night. He tried to hide his blush but it was very visible.

“Okay, here goes nothing… Uh… So, just a really dumb hypothetical question… Uhm… What if I wanted to… Like… I dunno… Get a kiss from you?”

Olivia’s eyes went wide. “What?”

Matt went completely still at her reaction. His heart started pumping hard as his cheeks started burning bright red once more. He couldn’t speak, his mind completely blanking out. He stared at her and he tried to hold her gaze but he couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“Where is this coming from?”

Matt swallowed nervously and tried to think of something to say without making himself look like a total ass. He glanced away for a second and then back at her, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

“I-I guess I got ahead of myself.” Matt was clearly lying, but he didn’t want to tell her how he felt just yet. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat again. “Forget I said anything, I-I was just joking.”

“No, no, wait…” Olivia sighed deeply. “It’s just… You said you hated me literally five minutes ago, and now you’re asking if you can kiss me?”

Matt froze; she had a point. He sighed and spoke again.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I have no idea what came over me.” She scratched the back of his neck, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks again. “Can we just ignore it… And forget it ever happened? Like I never said anything.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, neither really wanting to speak again. The silence only continued to grow more and more awkward with every passing second. Neither of them really wanted to say anything, but there was tension in the air. Eventually, Matt spoke again.

“Uh… so… Can I ask you like an actual normal question?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, so… What’s your favorite color?” Matt was desperately trying to break the silence between the two of them. He had no idea how the conversation had gone this way; he had just meant to ask her a normal question. He felt the heat rising to his cheeks again; the tension in the room was becoming almost unbearable.

Olivia almost burst out laughing at this question. She was expecting anything, but not that. Matt was trying his best to play it off as a normal question, while in reality, it was just a distraction to take away from what he’d accidentally asked her earlier.

Matt kept trying to make eye contact with her, but he couldn’t. Every time he would glance up at her, he couldn’t keep his gaze on her for longer than a couple seconds.

“It’s yellow.”

“Yellow?” Matt raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Okay, I’ll admit, that’s pretty cool. I don’t think I’ve met anyone whose favorite color was yellow before. That’s new.”

They kept quiet for a while before Olivia sighed.

“You know what, I don’t think I can forget about what you said earlier.”

Matt froze, his heart pumping hard as he heard her words. He knew she wouldn’t just forget about it, but hearing those words out loud made it even scarier.

He gulped, feeling a pit in his stomach as he spoke, “Are you… Angry?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What? No.”

Matt was visibly relieved as he let out a heavy sigh and then took a deep breath. “Okay… Wait, really? You’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad, but can we like… Talk about it? I’m not gonna pretend you haven’t said anything.”

Matt sat quietly again and considered her words for several seconds. He wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about what he’d accidentally said, but he didn’t think Olivia would let the subject go until he did.

Eventually, he spoke again. “Okay, but you have to promise me that you won’t get upset at me, alright?”

“Sure…?”

Matt took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “Alright, uh… I’ll be honest, what I said was… Sort of kinda based around how I, uh… You know, how I, um…”

Matt gulped, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks again. “Uh… I guess what I’m trying to say is… That I kinda…”

Olivia listened to him attentively and on the edge of her seat. She felt her stomach twist as she awaited his answer. Matt glanced away from her for a moment before talking again, swallowing nervously as he went.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… That… Well… Can I be completely honest?”

“Go for it.”

Matt paused for a moment, trying to get over the nerves and build up the courage to say what he had to say. Olivia had a feeling she already knew where he was going with this, but at the same time, this was still surprising.

Matt looked back at her, his heart pounding, and he took another deep breath. “Ok, here goes nothing… I kinda… I kinda feel like… You know…”

Her heartbeat quickened, her breath was shaking, and she couldn’t stop playing with her rings. Matt started shifting anxiously in his seat. He swallowed nervously, unable to make eye contact with her for longer than a second.

“What I’m trying to say is that I… I kind of, uh… I just…” His cheeks were burning bright red at this point, his nervous fidgeting became more apparent, and his voice got quieter with every word he said.

“Just say it,” Olivia pleaded, her voice barely audible. She was so nervous.

Matt stared at her in a moment of silence, his breath coming in shallow gasps and his cheeks still burning.

“Okay… I’m just going to say it, I uh…” He took another deep breath. “I kind of… I kinda like you.”

Olivia’s heart stopped for a moment and she could’ve sworn she also stopped breathing. She felt her eyes go wide as she stopped moving. Matt actually liked her?

Matt felt his knees go weak as he watched her fall silent, and her eyes go wide. He stared at her, holding his breath. He was waiting anxiously to see what she was going to say. Matt could hardly believe that all of this was real; he thought he was dreaming. His heart was pounding, he could feel it beating against his chest, his breath was shaky, and his body was burning from how much his cheeks were blushing.

Olivia’s mind went into overdrive as she tried to regain her composure.

“Y-you like me?”

Matt swallowed nervously and glanced away for a second before he nodded, a blush still painted across his face.

“Y-Yes… I-I-I like you…” His body was shaking and his heart racing more than it ever had before. He waited in anticipation for her response, terrified that she would reject him.

“But you… You just said you hated me?”

He paused for a moment and looked away.

“I-I know, but I-I never really meant that… Not really, at least. I just said it to… To cover my feelings for you. I was trying to pretend that I did hate you but the truth is…” He shifted in his seat again, feeling a nervous tremble take over. “I just didn’t want to admit that I liked you.”

“You really like me?”

He said it countless times now, but her mind still couldn’t grasp that. No one has ever liked her before.

Matt noticed how hard of a time she was having grasping that concept; he couldn’t believe that someone as pretty as her hadn’t had a ton of guys crushing on her. He felt his cheeks getting even hotter as he nodded his head. “Yes. I really like you.”

Olivia’s breath was uneven, and she was shaking from the overwhelming emotions. She had no idea what to do now.

Matt noticed how much she was still shaking. He couldn’t believe that she was actually this nervous. She was such a confident girl, yet here she was, practically melting. He found this really cute and couldn’t stop the warm feeling spreading across his chest.

He had no idea what to do next, his mind blanked. He stared at her as he waited for her to say something else.

“M-Matt, I…” she stuttered.

Matt leaned forward slightly as he watched her, his heart was pounding so hard he thought it might explode. He could barely believe he was having this conversation with her. It seemed like just a moment ago, he was pretending to hate her, and now he was spilling all his feelings.

He nodded and waited, hoping she would finish her sentence with something good.

“You actually like me?” She had to make sure once again. She felt as if it was some kind of a dream.

Matt thought it was so funny how she kept asking him the same question about liking her, but he didn’t mind; in fact, it was actually reassuring to know that she was really hearing him. He nodded again, more confidently this time. “Yes, I really do like you. More than I was ever willing to admit before tonight.”

“But… What do you mean you like me?” She kept asking. She knew she should say something else but she just couldn’t believe someone could actually like her in that way.

Matt looked at her as he noticed she was still struggling to understand his words. He really wanted her to know the truth but he could understand why it was so hard to process. His lips parted slightly as he spoke again, “I like you… In the way that most boys like girls. If that’s too hard to understand… I have feelings for you.”

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat again. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Was it even real life?

Matt could see that she was still completely overwhelmed. It was like the concept of a boy actually liking her was completely impossible for her to comprehend. He realized that this was hard for her to wrap her mind around but he still wanted her to understand how he felt.

He leaned forward and tried to catch her gaze again. It was hard for him to look at her for very long, but he wanted to be able to make eye contact while he said this. “Can I ask you a question?”

Olivia’s breathing was shallow and she couldn’t bring herself to say anything, so she only weakly nodded.

Matt paused for a second as he considered what he was going to say next. He had been practicing this question in his head for days at this point, so he’d be able to ask it without tripping over his words. He needed to be sure that he said what he wanted to say next without messing it up.

Furthermore, he sighed softly as he finally spoke, trying his hardest to keep calm and relaxed. “W-Would it be okay if… If I… If I… Kissed you?

Olivia hid her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I just… No one has ever liked me. I don’t know what to do if I’m being honest.”

Matt felt his heart leap into his throat as he watched her hide her face in her hands and shake like a leaf. He couldn’t believe he’d just made his crush this nervous and unsure of how to react. Matt leaned forward, wanting to reach out and hold her, but he didn’t want to come off as too clingy or possessive. He wanted to calm her down, though, so he spoke again.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. We can take things really slow if it would make you feel more comfortable.”

“I like you too,” she finally blurted out. She was still so nervous, but she just had to let him know that.

His eyes went wide, and his whole body froze. He didn’t know if he had heard her correctly or not, but he couldn’t believe that the conversation had gone from nervous stammering to this. He was speechless as he stared at her in disbelief. Finally, after several moments of silence, he found the words to speak again.

“Y-You-You like me too?”

“Y-yeah.” Olivia’s voice was shaking, her heart was pounding, and her entire body was trembling.

The news was even more unbelievable now that she’d officially said it herself. Matt’s heart was pounding in his chest and his mind was racing so quickly that he couldn’t keep up with it. He felt his face burning hot as the color of his cheeks was getting redder and redder by the second.

Matt thought about asking her to say it again, but he was worried that she might take it the wrong way, so he decided it would be best to just go with it. “So… Does that mean that you wanted me to kiss you as well?”

“Yes, but… I’ve never kissed anyone.” She confessed, embarrassed, feeling her cheeks heat up again. “I have no idea what to do.”

Matt was taken aback by her admission, but he also found it really precious. He couldn’t believe that someone as cute as Olivia had never kissed anyone before. It made him feel special that he could potentially be the first person to have kissed her.

He leaned forward again and looked directly into her eyes. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take it really slow.”

He gently grabbed her face and tilted it up. He wanted to hold her gaze one more time and see that she really wanted this. Olivia took a shallow breath as she nodded slowly. She felt her heart in her throat; she was so nervous.

Matt was still stunned that she had agreed to let him kiss her. He was worried that she would back out at the last second or that he would mess it up and ruin everything somehow. His nerves had calmed down slightly, but he was still anxious about what was about to happen.

He was also surprised that she wasn’t trying to pull away anymore now that he was holding her face. He took this as a sign that he could go forward and that gave him the confidence he needed to try and kiss her.

Matt took a deep breath before he leaned in slowly, trying not to make the kiss too forceful or passionate right off the bat. He wanted this to be special for Olivia, not just something quick and meaningless.

He kept his lips closed as he slowly descended towards hers, his head started to spin with all of the things he was thinking and feeling, but when his lips finally touched hers, everything else ceased to exist, it was just the two of them in this moment.

Olivia melted into his touch. She had no idea what to do; she had never been this close with anyone, but with Matt, it felt just… Right.

Matt felt the same way. He had kissed other girls before, but never like this. Olivia made him feel happy, comfortable, and complete. He had never felt this way about anyone before, yet she made the world seem so much less scary.

He kept the kiss going, not wanting to pull away right away. He wanted to revel in the moment of having her this close for as long as he could. When he finally pulled away, he leaned back in his seat, feeling completely swept up in emotions.

Olivia’s eyelids fluttered, as he pulled away. She felt her cheeks burning up and her heart pounding. She just had her first kiss… And it was with Matt. Matthew Sturniolo, the one she thought hated her.

Matt felt his heart pounding hard against his chest, and he was smiling like a madman. He couldn’t think of anything else; he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. The girl he had liked for so long had just not only confirmed that she liked him back, but she had let him kiss her. For a moment, he thought that he was dreaming; he couldn’t believe what he had just experienced.

He looked at Olivia and was stunned by the glow she had in her eyes and the blush that coated her cheeks. He was starting to believe that she was really there and that the two of them really just shared their very first kiss together. The way she looked at him and the way Matt looked at her made him feel as if they were more than just friends, they were in his own world now, and he couldn’t have been happier.

Matt’s smile was getting wider by the second as he watched the way Olivia was looking at him. He couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked that the two of them had just shared such an intimate moment together. The way Olivia was blushing gave Matt the feeling that she felt as shy and awkward about the whole thing as he did, which made him happy.

Matt was still smiling warmly at her as he looked at her, seeing the way she was staring at him. He noticed how nervous she looked and how she was still trying to process everything that had just happened. He was feeling a similar way; it felt so sudden, but the moment was so special. He felt a little awkward, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed every single second of what had just happened between the two of them.

“I can’t believe it…” Olivia whispered softly, finally turning to look at him.

Matt looked over at her as he heard her whisper. He felt a bit shy about having the spotlight directed at him like this but he wasn’t as panicked as he would’ve been before. He was getting used to the thought of her focusing on him, it felt amazing to be wanted.

“Yeah, I know, it’s crazy.” Matt smiled, feeling her eyes on him. It felt good to be noticed, especially by someone as beautiful as Olivia.

He thought about how he would’ve never in a million years expected to have this moment with Olivia, and yet here it was; he had just kissed her, and everything was amazing. His heart still pounded in his chest, and his cheeks were still blushed, but this was real life, and everything had felt so much more incredible than he could’ve ever imagined.

“So… What does it mean? The kiss and all that?”

Matt paused for a second; he wasn’t entirely sure how to answer this question. He thought about what to tell her, and eventually, he decided to just be honest.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But I don’t really care. To me, it just means that you and I are going to get a whole lot closer than we’ve ever been before.”

“We have to thank Nick and Chris for leaving us alone.” Olivia giggled.

Matt laughed, remembering how all of this had started. He couldn’t believe the two of them had gone from pretending to hate each other to sharing a kiss in less than two hours. The whole thing seemed unreal, but Matt was loving every second of it.

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ghosthunterbuck · 2 years

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walking around with your heart

(buddie) (1.4k words) (spoilers for 6x04)

It fucking hurts.

It fucking hurts, and maybe Hen was right, maybe it would’ve hurt either way, but this is worse, Buck thinks. He drops his phone to the counter top and buries his head in his arms.

Spare parts. Defective spare parts, as it were.

All Buck’s ever wanted to do is help, but he was cursed from the start.

…family history bars you from participating in the donor program…

Buck’s phone rings on the counter.

He ignores it.

Then three texts come through in rapid succession.

Hey Buck, give us a call?

We just heard from the facility

Think we need to talk

Buck picks the phone up and turns it over in his hand. Over and over, until he’s accidentally opened the camera and he’s staring at his own face.

When Buck was a kid, adults always used to think he was hurt. They’d fuss, right up until they realized it was just his birthmark, and then they’d go back to doing whatever it was adults did. He never thought much of it, not really. Forgot it was there, most of the time, unless someone asked him about it.

For a while, after the shooting, any time he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror he’d mistake it for blood. Eddie’s.

Maddie told him once that it was an angel’s kiss. He always liked the thought of that.

Now, though, as he stares at it on the screen of his phone, he wonders if it wasn’t a defective stamp, meant to differentiate him from all the perfect babies born at the hospital that day. A bright red mark that, from the beginning, was meant to say, “throw me away! I’m no good!”

His phone rings again.

This time it’s Eddie.

Buck answers the call before he has time to think better of it.

“Hey Eds,” he says, quiet and subdued.

“Uh-oh,” Eddie replies, sounding distant and tinny. “I know that voice. What’s wrong?”

Buck rolls his shoulders and forces a smile to his face. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Eddie hums disbelievingly. “Convincing, Buckley,” he says sarcastically.

Despite himself, Buck’s fake smile morphs into something softer and a little more real. “Seriously, Eds, I’m fine.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Eddie replies. “Which is an excellent segue, because Mr. Independent has decided he’s going to sleep over at Benny’s after the movie tonight, and I’m going stir crazy.”

“And what, you think I’m just going to drop everything and come over?” Buck asks, grinning a little wider.

“Nope,” Eddie says. “I am hoping you’ll open the door, though.”

Buck snorts and stands, crossing the short distance to the door and pulling it open.

“Surprise,” Eddie says, holding up a case of beer, a paper grocery bag, and what honest-to-god looks like a blow up mattress.

“You have keys,” Buck says, stepping back to let Eddie inside.

“And I’d be very appreciative if you grabbed them for me.”

For a fleeting moment, Buck entertains the idea of sticking his hand in Eddie’s pocket and fishing around for keys. Then Eddie nods at the entryway, Buck spots them on the ground, and the illusion is shattered.

“You know,” Buck says as he bends to scoop them, “I might have plans.”

“Do you?” Eddie asks, settling his load on the counter.

Buck presses his lips together and mock glares at Eddie.

“Great,” Eddie grins. “In that case, we’re playing drunk Mario Kart until we can’t see straight.”

“And the air mattress?” Buck asks, prodding it with a finger.

“You,” Eddie says, pointing at him, “don’t have a couch. And we’re too old to sit on the floor.”

Buck snorts out a laugh and ducks his head. “Fine,” he says. “You blow up the ‘couch’ and I’ll make popcorn.”

Eddie bumps against his shoulder. “Knew I could count on you.”

At least someone can, Buck thinks.

…

“So,” Eddie says when they’re settled on the mattress, a bowl of popcorn between them, “you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing–” Buck begins to answer, before Eddie fixes him with that don’t-bullshit-me look he’s way too good at. Buck sighs. “It’s a long story.”

“We’ve got time,” Eddie says.

Buck leans back and closes his eyes. “I ever tell you about my old roommate, Connor?”

“You’ve said his name, but I don’t think you’ve ever told me anything about him.”

Buck sighs. “He got married a few years back. His wife– she’s sweet. They’re a good match.” He pauses, but Eddie doesn’t interrupt him. “They want kids. But uh– Connor– he can’t, um. So they… asked me?” Buck cracks one eye open and looks at Eddie.

He hums thoughtfully. “So that’s what’s got you in knots? You’re not sure how to turn them down?”

Buck chuckles mirthlessly. “No need, apparently. Did you know that a family history of childhood leukemia disqualifies you from making a sperm donation through a bank?”

“No, I– Buck,” Eddie says.

“I said yes,” Buck says quietly. “A few weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?”

Buck bites his lip and looks away. “I told Hen.”

“Oh,” Eddie says quietly.

“I just– they wanted their kid to be someone like me, Eds. I thought… I wanted to help.”

“But you can’t,” Eddie puts together.

“No,” Buck says, “I fucking can’t.”

Eddie’s quiet for a long moment. “Is it really what you wanted?” he asks finally.

“I—I’ve wanted kids my whole life,” Buck says. “And I know this wouldn’t have been the same, but if I could help someone else have it then maybe… maybe I…”

“Maybe you’d what?” Eddie asks, looking him in the eye. “Deserve to have it too?”

Buck swallows and ducks away from Eddie’s gaze. “Something like that,” he says quietly.

“You know that’s not how it works, right?” Eddie asks gently.

“Kind of seems like it does,” Buck mutters.

Several seconds pass in contemplative silence. Eventually, Eddie breaks it.

“You want to know what I think?” he asks.

“Am I allowed to say no?” Buck jokes weakly.

Eddie slaps his bicep lightly but allows his hand to linger. “I think you would have been miserable, knowing there was a kid out there with your eyes and heart and mind that you couldn’t call your own. I think you’d feel guilty every time you thought about him, and I think you’d be wondering, constantly, what it’d be like if he was yours. And I think you’d feel even more guilty about that, because I know you wouldn’t have considered it if you didn’t think your friends were going to be good parents.”

Buck allows his eyes to slip closed and focuses on Eddie’s hand as it slowly slides to his wrist.

“I think you’re an incredible dad, and it would kill you to have a kid whose life you weren’t a part of.”

“M’not a dad, Eds, that’s the whole point,” Buck says, without opening his eyes.

Eddie’s hand tightens around his wrist. “I don’t think that’s true,” he says softly.

Buck furrows his eyebrows and blinks his eyes open. “What, you think I have a secret kid out there?”

Eddie snorts a laugh. “No, Buck. I think you made dinner last night, and went to the science fair the night before that. I think you went to the beach last weekend and spent the entire day chasing Christopher around with a bottle of sunscreen. I think I put you in my will for a reason. You’re a good dad, Buck. Whatever it is you think you have to do to deserve it, you’ve already done it.”

“Eddie,” Buck breathes. “I’m not—”

“We’ve got more than one friend I’m pretty sure you’d offend if you finished that sentence,” Eddie says gently.

A tear pricks at the corner of Buck’s eye. “You really think…”

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says, rubbing his thumb across the inside of his wrist. “Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I’m kind of glad you’ve only got the one kid running around.”

Buck sniffs and scrubs a hand across his face. “Yeah, well, that kid’s going to destroy us both the next time we play if we don’t practice.”

“Destroy you, maybe,” Eddie says softly. He clearly recognizes the deflection for what it is, but he lets go of Buck’s wrist anyway. He picks up his controller. “Ready whenever you are, Evan.”

Buck’s heart gives a hard thump, and he grabs his controller too. “You’re on, Diaz.”

(And in the morning, when they wake up tangled together on a half-deflated air mattress and Buck’s heart gives another heavy thump, he’ll shoves it in the same box as everything else he’s too afraid to look at.)

#whoop back at it with the codas #911 #911 spoilers #911fic #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #abbie writes #fic #userceecee

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manblood · 1 year

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May i ask for a rowan hill x reader dating headcannons?

01_Rowan-Hill

type____________head-cannons

word-count______782

status__________requested

sypnosis-

meeting and dating hcs for rowan!! little baby is criminally underrated i haven’t seen one fic for him yet. since rowan, the sweet sweet awkward little angel baby didn’t get much screen time and died in the first episode i’m going to base this all off of what we saw of him and how i feel he would act like.

lowercase intended + written on my phone

preparing for launch…

rowan probably knew who you were long before you knew who he was

as he said himself, he was an outcast in an outcast school so not many people acknowledge his existence

that being said, he would deffo fall hard for you if you helped him with something, smiled at him in the hallway, or just simply giving him any attention at all.

you two had your first conversation after you guys were paired up for a project

he had assumed that you were gonna make him do the whole thing but was pleasantly surprised when you asked him what he was thinking you guys should do for the project

you two settled on going to his dorm that night after rowan’s fencing practice to work on it together

rowan made xavier partner with him for practice to get advice on how to talk to you and make a move

i can see him changing his outfit a thousand times till he finds the perfect one and then trying to make sure every detail of his shared room was perfect

when you get there he tries to act suave and charming, but he ended up just being really awkward

that didn’t bother you though it was adorable

if we’re being honest you’re probably gonna be the one who initiates another hangout because this boy is very afraid of rejection after years of being an outcast and having zero friends

when you two finished the project and you were about to leave you decided to ask him to go to the movies with you that week

he couldn’t believe you’d wanna hang out with him again, let alone it be a date

he eagerly agreed

after your first official date you two probably start hanging out a lot and go on at least 3 or 4 more dates before he asks you to be his girlfriend

after you two start dating, he’s gonna be a little awkward at first

i’m assuming rowan didn’t get much affection or attention growing up, so at first he’s going to be a little weird with it, but once he warms up to it he can’t get enough of cuddles and kisses

study dates, movie nights in each others dorms, and sneaking out to the roof to watch the stars are weekly activities you guys do together

he can get a bit clingy and jealous if he doesn’t like someone that you’re interacting with but if you just reassure him that you’re his and he’s yours

sitting with each other during lunch under a big tree and in a secret corner library when temperatures drop and it starts to snow

helping him practice his powers and him you if you have any

being there for each other and listening when the other needs to be heard

once rowan is comfortable enough with you and he knows he can trust you is when he will tell you about his mom, family, and what really happened to him growing up

sneaking into each others dorms to cuddle when one of you has a bad dream or you just need some physical contact

reading to him while he lays his head in your lap - he finds so much comfort in your voice and being held by you

watching his fencing matches and cheering him on - even if he doesn’t win, you just being there for him makes everything better

making playlists with songs that remind you of each other and then sharing headphones and listening to them together

taking long walks together whenever you can

in the end, rowan is such a sweet boy and deserves all the love. please give him lots of cuddles and love he deserves it

…welcome home

we hope you enjoyed your flight

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

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tysm for requesting! i loved writing for rowan and i could resist as soon as i saw your ask.

#wednesday #rowan hill #rowan hill x reader #rowan hill x you #x reader #fanfic #wednesday rowan hill #wednesday rowan #rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader

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the-jarvy-party · 1 year

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PEACE AND WAR

chapter one (masterlist found HERE)

simon “ghost” riley x (fem) reader

lower case intended // warnings : cursing, gore, normal cod stuff

wc : 1.4k

“we have a new recruit.” captain price walks into a dim room with five men sitting at a table in the middle of it. he ushers me into the room, closing the door behind him once i walk in.

“hey! you’re just in time for our meeting. things are getting juicy around here.” a man said, he had a british accent and only had hair in the middle of his head.

“soap is correct, now take your seat.”

I sit in between soap and a guy with a skeleton face on, he looks at me. almost like i was his next target on a mission, and once he locks eyes with me he turns back to look at captain price.

“he’s a little fucked up in the head, don’t worry about him.” soap leans over to me and i smile.

“i’m normal.” he had a thick british accent, he was kinda a bitch not gonna lie.

“i bet you are.” i look over at him, and he goes back to face captain price.

the plan was set, and now that the meeting was over everyone was trying to find a nickname for me.

“how about-“ soap tries to think of a nickname, but gaz interrupts him.

“no! your nickname will be ass i’m not here for it.” he crosses his arms over his chest and captain price rolls his eyes.

“i can’t believe these are the best soldiers in the world.” he mumbles and goes over to get coffee.

“well, she’s the intelligence part of the task force.” ghost spoke up, and the room went quiet. “so, make a name from that.”

“ghost, maybe you should come up with it.” soap looks over at him. “since you’re sooooo smart.”

“mhm, thank you.”

i’m not even sure how i got on this task force, i was fresh out of boot camp. probably a week or two.

“how about artemis? i mean she’ll be on the ground soon.” alejandro puts his cup down on the table.

“i doubt she’s good at accuracy.” ghost looks straight at me.

“you’re literally wearing a mask.” i speak up and soap starts laughing. “it wasn’t that funny..” i turn my head to look at him, he was practically wheezing.

“you should… take the mask off…” soap tries to catch his breath.

“no. don’t ask that again.”

“okay, we have a clear target. in the next week we’re moving to the middle east to eliminate it.” captain price turns on the tv, the target’s information being on the right hand corner of the screen.

laswell walks into the room, handing captain price a folder and then sitting down diagonal from where i was. he opens it up, and looks around at his crew mates.

“alejandro is gonna be stationed in mexico for standby… ghost, soap, gaz, and new girl will be coming to eliminate the target.” price closes the folder and sets it on a file cabinet in the corner of the room.

“question.” soap raises his hand. “how exactly are we going to be eliminating the… target?”

“great question, we will have all of your questions answered on the way to the middle east.” price shuts the tv off and walks out of the room, laswell following.

“okay. artemis, ghost, gaz.” we all look over at soap. “no matter how this goes, we’ll cover each others asses.”

“mhm.”

“of course!” i smile at soap and look over at gaz.

“totally.” gaz sits back in his chair.

one week later

we were sitting in a helicopter, and hair kept getting in my mouth. ghost was observing the interior of the helicopter, i didn’t know he could see through that mask.

soap was silently singing some songs from hairspray. “i can hear the bells.. well, don’t you hear em’ chime…” he was tapping his legs as he was singing.

“you’re gonna hear the bells soon if you don’t shut the fuck up.” gaz mumbles.

“hm? what did you say? couldn’t hear you.” soap gets closer.

“if we’re gonna be stuck here, together for like 4 more hours… can you both maybe shut up?” i look over at the two of them and ghost chuckles.

the three of us look over at him, ghost clears his throat.

“you just laughed! i knew you could do it, buddy!” soap starts cheering in his seat.

“okay, everyone. we’re landing about 30 miles away from where our target is. ghost, you’ll be the closest to the blast site. locate the target.” captain price comes out of the cockpit, “don’t forget to turn on your radios.” he throws me one and i catch it.

“artemis, gaz. you two will be in the control van, be on call at all times. soap, you’ll be with me.” captain price continues to talk about the procedures.

graves and shepard were talking in their headsets as they were landing the helicopter.

“we’re burning daylight here…” graves clicks the radio on, he was leaning against the inside of the van.

“copy, graves. stand by.” shepard was a few miles away from where the van was. “laswell, do we have confirmation?”

“watcher-1 to bravo 0-7, are you in position?” laswell was watching what was going on through a computer back in the states.

“nearly there.” ghost sounded like he was out of breath. “got a heli incoming.” i hear faint rumble coming out of my ear piece.

“that’s general ghorbrani.” laswell sounded so calm, and relaxed.

the palms of my hands were sweating, i couldn’t mess this up or i’d be off the team for good.

“you good?” gaz looks over at me and i nod. “ah, first time jitters. got the same thing.”

“…i’ll give him that.” i heard the last few words of shepards sentence. i spin in my chair, facing a monitor to the right of me.

“i’m eyes on.” ghost was extremely close to the target - i could see it on his body cam.

“what do you see?” i hear laswell start typing on her computer.

“armed personnel, amor and hardware… all russian.” ghost slightly whispers.

“what the hell are the russians doin’ with ghorbrani?” shepards southern accent was in full swing, but he was right. what were they doing with ghorbrani?

gaz taps me on the shoulder. “you got this, okay?” he gives me a thumbs up and i smile.

“thank you.”

“supplying iran, it’s an arms deal.” laswells tone of voice changed.

“you copying this, shadow-1?” shepard was practically breathing on top of his mic.

“we need positive id on ghorbrani before we kick this off.”

“ghost, can you identify the general?” shepard sounded so calm for such a high tense situation.

“armed escorts around one vip… russians are very happy to see him.”

“it’ll be the last time they do..” i chuckled at shepards response.

“visual on general ghorbrani.” gaz looks up at his computer, the coordinates popping up as ghost finished his sentence.

“copy.” laswell sighs. “all stations - target confirmed.”

“shadow-1, you’re cleared hot for launch.”

i heard graves celebrating outside of the van before getting serious again.

“roger that, actual.” he hits the side of the van. “ghost, you are danger close to the zone. this arrow is gonna pack a punch.”

“copy. approved.” i can hear ghost slightly step back on my ear piece. “send it.”

i enter the code on my computer, the monitor turning green.

“we got green.” i turn on my radio.

“all stations, shadow-1. missile ready for immediate delivery, stand by for launch.” graves droned on the radio. he was in the main van (where the missile is) while gaz and i were in the makeshift control center.

“coordinates in, gaz. target designated.” they were all so relaxed about literally killing a whole bunch of people.

“two.. one.. shot out.” graves turns off his radio. gaz and i could hear the missile soar from above us.

“you gotta control it. monitors riiiight up there. you got this.” gaz points to the monitor that was practically on the ceiling of the van.

“got it.”

“missile is loose.” graves comes back on the mic, video footage from the missiles camera turns on.

“link is good, target acquired. artemis, this’ll take manual guidance.” graves starts to read off the coordinates of where the missile is heading.

“you’re right in the pocket, artemis. stay with it.”

“check coming in hot, brace for impact.” graves was watching everything happen on his computer.

gaz was moving around, turning on a few switches.

“time to target… 5 seconds.” graves sounded super focused. well, of course he would. “termination in 3… 2… 1.”

i aim right for their base, and the video camera on the missile goes out of order.

“bloody fuckin’ hell.” ghost mumbles.

“bullseye, artemis.” soap exclaims.

“direct, target destroyed.” when ghost said that, we all cheered. i felt a little guilt though, but i soon realized i shouldn’t have.

11.3.2022 // peace and war, chapter one

#simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #cod mwii #mwii #cod modern warfare #cod #enemies ish to lovers #macs multi fandom tag #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mwii spoilers

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forget-you-morelike-fuck-you · 2 years

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Sweet Child O' Mine- E.M.

Eddie and Y/N have been trying to have a baby for a long time. When it finally happens, you simply can't believe it.

Masterlist

Prequel

TW- cursing, innuendo, body talk, pregnancy, birth, mentions of bodily fluids, angst, fluff

Pairings- Eddie x Reader

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You let out a breath, bracing yourself as you lift the blue stick up to your face, looking in the little window. A pink plus sign looks back at you, making you lift your hand to your mouth as you let out a gasp. You can’t believe what you’re seeing. Before you can even blink, hot tears are rolling down your face.

You and Eddie had been trying to get pregnant for over a year. You tracked your ovulation cycles, meticulously planning your “fun time” schedule around when you knew you’d be most fertile. You even looked into getting IVF treatments if your fertility problems continued. But every month without fail, you’d wake up one morning to discover blood in the toilet, crushing your hope for another few weeks. Until now.

You didn’t tell Eddie that you were late, or that you had been feeling queasy the past few days. You didn’t want to get his hopes up, but after an extra week after your period was supposed to start, you smuggled a dollar store pregnancy test into your home in your purse one night after work. It pained you to wait until the morning, but you knew that’s when you’d get the most accurate reading.

You think about waiting to surprise Eddie, maybe wrap the test as a gift to give to him, but you know you won’t be able to hide your excitement. “EDDIE!” You yell. You hear running footsteps and the door slams open, Eddie standing, his eyes wide, looking at you like he just got shot.

“What baby, are you okay? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He rushes to you, not processing the sight of you sitting on the toilet with the test in your hand.

“No, no, I’m fine, baby! Look.” You turn the test to him, holding it out. He tries to process what he’s seeing, and when it finally clicks, he shoots his eyes up to yours, already welling with tears.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He asks, the hope in his eyes shining as you nod.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” You exclaim. He puts the test aside on the bathroom counter and you both go to hold each other’s faces, foreheads pressed together tightly as you both cry and laugh.

“We’re gonna be parents…” Eddie whispers, not believing what’s happening. He pulls away and picks up the test again, just to make sure he’s not going crazy. He stands up and jumps, pumping a fist into the air. “We’re gonna be fucking parents!”

You get in to see an OBG-YN as soon as you can for confirmation. Eddie stands up at your head, holding your hand tightly in both of his as the doctor works on the transvaginal ultrasound, looking to you, then to the screen, looking for a fetus. The doctor sits up, pointing to a little blurry blob on the screen. “That,” She says, smiling, “is your baby. Congratulations!” You both begin crying again, and Eddie leans down to press a hard, sweet kiss to your lips.

The first few weeks are hard. You can barely keep anything down and it pains Eddie to see you like this, hunched over the toilet, retching after almost every meal. He holds your hair up, rubbing circles on your back as he whispers sweet nothings to help you get through each episode. “The morning sickness will be over in just a couple more weeks, princess. I’m right here, I’ve got you, pretty.” It helps, it really does, but it’s still so overwhelming as you dry heave so hard you choke. After you’re done, he prepares your toothbrush and a little cup of mouthwash for you, then he holds you for a long time, keeping you curled in his arms as he smooths your hair and rubs your tummy.

Telling Uncle Wayne and your parents is an exciting day. You wanted to wait until you hit the 12-week mark, everything before being the most volatile time for a pregnancy. You invite them all over for dinner and you hand them gifts when you’re finished eating, your mom and dad screaming in excitement when they see the “World’s Greatest Grandparents” t-shirts. Wayne starts crying, holding his hand over his mouth as he opens his. His says “World’s Greatest Grandpa,” too, like your dad’s. Wayne holds Eddie tight to his chest in a bone-crushing hug for a few minutes after that, and you’re so touched that even though Eddie’s biological dad doesn’t get to experience the joy if having a grandchild, Eddie has someone that he can go to for parenting advice, because you know that Eddie thinks of Wayne as his dad, and Wayne thinks of Eddie as a son. There’s a group hug, lots of crying, and then dessert, which has to be cut short as you sprint to the bathroom. Eddie says the goodbyes for the both of you before coming to help you as he always does.

At about week 18, your morning sickness stops, but your cravings become so intense you can’t even stand to eat anything else. Eddie tries to keep up, but sometimes he’ll forget you’ve moved on to something else and when he presents you with pretzels instead of chicken nuggets, your newest craving, you break down and cry like he’s just insulted you. You don’t know why you’re crying; you don’t want to be crying, but you can’t stop the heavy sobs racking your chest. “I’m so-or-ry Ed-die! I’m just so-o stressed o-ou-ut!” Eddie can’t help but let out a chuckle at your ridiculous crying episode, pressing kisses to your hair as you sob into his chest.

“It’s okay, sweet pea. I’ve got you. I’ll get you some chicken nuggets.” He promises. You look up at him, eyes bleary, your breaths still shuddering.

“R-really?” He doesn’t like see you cry, but you really do just look like a cute little kid with your puppy-dog eyes.

“Yes, princess, I’ll go get my keys now.” You’re so touched that you start crying again, trembling breaths turning back into throaty sobs.

“Thank—you—baby! I-I love you- s-o mu-u-uch!” You get out between sobs.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I love you too. We gotta take care of the little one, right?” He rationalizes. You simply nod into his chest, and he holds you tight until he can calm you down, then he grabs his wallet and keys and starts his mission to the nearest McDonald’s.

“Eddie!” you call before he opens the door. He looks back at you, your lip stuck out and trembling as a few hot tears begin to fall again.

“Yes, my love?”

“Can I have a strawberry milkshake too, please?” You ask, wiping your eyes. He gives a laugh, a sympathetic smile pulling at his lips.

“Of course, baby. I’ll get you a milkshake too.”

The day of your baby shower, around 23 weeks in, all of your closest friends are gathered in the living room of your home. Nancy, Robin, Steve, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Gareth, your parents, and Wayne. You’re all laughing as you play the little party games you planned. Pin the diaper on the baby is the favorite, Dustin getting so dizzy as Eddie spins him around, he falls flat on his face. After the games, it’s time to open gifts, and you cry at pretty much everything. Your parents brought you car seat, Wayne brought a bunch of baby toys and books, and the kids all pitched in to get you guys a diaper bag filled with essentials. Gareth brought some baby clothes, most notably a onesie that says “My Daddy is a Rock Star” and another, custom made, with the Hellfire logo on it. Eddie even shed a few tears for that one. Steve, Nancy, and Robin all went in on a really nice stroller. At the end of it, you were nearly inconsolable, so thankful to have such wonderful people in your and Eddie’s lives. But there is one more surprise before everyone goes home.

“So, we wanted to tell you while you all were here,” Eddie begins, looking to you to give the big news. You lay a hand on your growing bump, beaming as you wipe stray tears away.

“It’s a boy!” You exclaim. Everyone cheers. It never mattered if the baby was a boy or a girl, you and Eddie just wished for a baby; but now that you know that you’ll have a son, you feel so overwhelmed with joy you could simply burst.

It wakes you from your sleep the first time you feel it. It’s so strange, and at first, you panic, shaking Eddie awake. “Eddie!” You cry. He’s roused from his sleep, instantly alert at your tone.

“What is it, baby? Is everything okay?” You shake your head furiously, breaths speeding up.

“I don’t know. There’s something wrong. I don’t know what it is!” You exclaim, feeling it again. You press your hand to your abdomen, and Eddie is quick to follow, sitting himself up against the headboard of your bed.

“What is it? Are you in pain? Should we go to the hospital?” His other hand cups your face, his eyes filled with worry. You press your lips into a thin line.

“I-I don’t know. No? It’s just weird.” You feel it once more, and Eddie’s eyebrows lift in surprise.

“Y/N,” He says, a smile breaking onto his lips. “I think he’s moving.” And then it makes sense. You’re filled with relief as you let out a long breath, your panic being replaced with joy.

“He’s moving,” You breathe, laughing lightly.

You both lay back down and stay awake as long as you can, giggling between sweet kisses when you feel your son adjust in your womb. You finally fall back to sleep, both you and Eddie keeping a hand on your tummy all through the night.

“How about… Liam?” You suggest. Eddie cringes and shakes his head.

“No, I’m not a fan. Um, Scott?” Eddie suggests. You’ve been going through lists of baby names for a couple of weeks now, trying to figure out what to call your little prince.

You shake your head. “Nah.” You keep thinking. You must’ve gone through about 100 names by now. “Thomas?”

“Thomas Munson… It just doesn’t flow right. How about Joseph?” Eddie muses. Your nose wrinkles.

“If Thomas Munson doesn’t flow right, neither does Joseph Munson… Richard?” You’re not sure about that one yourself, but you’re just spitting names now until one sticks.

“And have my son be called ‘Dick Munson?’ Absolutely not!” Eddie laughs. You laugh too at that, waking up the little one. You feel him rolling around inside you.

“Honey, he’s moving again, come feel!” You reach out and take Eddie’s hand, pressing it to your abdomen. Naming kids is hard work. You two deserve a break to coo over your unborn son.

You really start noticing the change in your body when your third trimester begins. All of a sudden, your breasts are constantly aching, and it seems like your tummy doubles in size overnight. Everything is so uncomfortable. You can’t sit straight on the couch, because the baby will fall straight into your spine; you can’t sleep comfortably, waking up every hour to pee or strain to flip yourself over to your other side. Your feet swell from the extra pressure and sometimes your hips are in so much pain it’s hard to walk. It’s especially hard at work, because you’re trying to hold off as long as you can to start your maternity leave, but every day gets harder, waddling around, one hand on your back to support the baby’s weight. Thankfully you have an office job, so you get to sit a lot, but you still manage to run out of breath every time you have to make the short trip to the copier. At about 35 weeks, you finally break, the strain on your hips too much to bear. You immediately collapse into Eddie when you walk in the door from work that night. At least it’s Friday, so you’ll have two days to recuperate before taking on another grueling work week.

“I can’t do this, Eddie! Everything hurts! I just want it to be over!” You cry. Eddie’s been doing his best to support you, but when it comes to things like this, there’s not really anything he can do to ease your pain.

“I’m so sorry, princess. It’s just a few more weeks, then you’ll be able to relax, and I’ll take care of everything.” He promises. You shake your head at him, wishing it were true, but it’s just not feasible.

“No, baby. I appreciate it, but you’ll need to work. You’ll need to sleep! And besides, I’m gonna have to feed the baby every two hours anyway, and after the birth I’ll probably have stitches, and he won’t be able to sleep through the night... It’ll be a long time before things actually settle down.” You sigh, worried about the long road ahead. “We need to be a team for this to work.” He looks at you sympathetically, nodding in acceptance.

“Okay. Just don’t forget that you need those things too, alright? Don’t push yourself too hard.” He glides his thumb over your cheek.

“I won’t, I promise,” You say. “I think I’m gonna put in my request for maternity leave next week, though. I only get 12 weeks, so I need to make sure that I hold out as long as I can so I have more time to actually take care of the baby.” Eddie looks unsure, but eventually nods.

“If you think you can take it, I’ll support you. But I need you to promise not to break your beautiful self in the process, okay?”

“I promise.”

You try pumping at about 38 and a half weeks, trying to build up a stock of colostrum so you can stay ahead of the baby’s needs. It’s an odd sensation, and as you squeeze the hand pump unsuccessfully, groan in frustration, wishing that you could just produce a few drops of milk so you can give it a rest. You know you read the instructions perfectly, so why isn’t this working?! After about 15 minutes of squeezing, adjusting, and squeezing again, you give up, so frustrated you almost cry.

You toss the pump down on the bed in frustration and think of what to do. You decide to pull yourself out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt back on in fear of irritating your chest further, before waddling to the living room to the telephone. You pick it up and dial the familiar number, and you wait as the phone rings.

“Hello?” Your dad picks up, not exactly who you want to talk to about boob problems.

“Hey dad, is mom around? I need to talk to her.” You chew your lip, growing impatient.

“Yeah, sweetie, is everything okay?” He asks, concern lilting his tone.

“Um, pregnancy problems. You don’t need the details.” You give an embarrassed chuckle through the receiver.

“Ah, okay, yeah I’ll go get her,” he says. “Honey! Y/N is on the phone!” He calls to her. “She’s on her way. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, dad. Thanks.” There are a few seconds of silence, then you hear the phone being passed.

“Hi, Y/N, is everything okay?” You let out a breath, rubbing a hand over your face, trying to keep from getting emotional at your embarrassing request.

“No, not really. I’m trying to pump and I’m getting frustrated because nothing is working. Can you help?” You ask pathetically.

“Of course, baby! Go get a pen and paper and I’ll tell you what to do. If this doesn’t do it, I’ll come and help you.” She promises. You feel a knot forming in your throat.

“Thanks, mom. I’ll be right back.”

You’re out with Eddie at the grocery store when it happens. You feel a rush of warmth all the way down to your socks, then cold. Eddie’s standing a few yards away picking up a box of cereal from a high shelf. “Eddie.” You call, your heart sinking into your stomach. He looks at you questioningly, but when he sees the dark stain of liquid soaking through your pants, all of the color drains from his face.

“Oh, my god. Y/N, is that—”

“Yeah, we need to go. I—Oh, fuck!” Your first contraction sets in. It’s nothing like the Braxton-Hicks contractions you’ve been experiencing the past few weeks. This one’s so much more intense, this one says It’s go time, guys. You lean on the cart, knuckles turning white from squeezing as you moan in pain, and then Eddie is by your side, holding you up as you abandon the cart and start walking toward the exit.

As you pass a worker, Eddie smiles apologetically, “My wife’s water just broke, and there’s a pretty big mess on aisle 4.” The pimply teenager’s eyes go wide, not sure what to do.

“Uh, okay. We’ll take care of it?” It comes out as a question, and Eddie mumbles a quick thank you as you continue toward the door. “Congratulations!” The teen calls after you, and you can’t help but let out a tight laugh.

You make it home with Eddie, having another contraction while he books it like a speed demon down the road. “Don’t panic, honey, just squeeze my hand. Squeeze as hard as you need to, okay, I can take—ah ah ah!” He yelps, feeling his bones nearly crushing as you hold onto him.

Eddie brings you into the house, laying you on the couch as he scurries about, making sure you have everything you need to get you through your stay at the hospital. The diaper bag is packed and ready to go next to the door, and you breathe deeply as Eddie nearly spirals out of control with worry. “Eddie! Eddie, baby, it’s okay. I’m not supposed to go in until the contractions are closer together.” If you had to guess, right now they’re about 10 to 15 minutes apart, giving you plenty of time before you really need to get to the hospital. This calms him, if only slightly and he comes to sit with you, pulling your legs into his lap as he rubs your abdomen.

“Okay, okay,” He breathes a deep sigh, trying to calm himself. He looks at you, his deep brown eyes shining brightly with tears. “Y/N, we’re about to be parents…” It’s incredible to think about, after waiting so long to finally conceive, then the exhaustingly long road of pregnancy… It’s all about to finally be worth it.

Your eyes brim with warm tears as well, and you reach to touch Eddie’s face, thumbing away his tears as they fall. “Yeah, Eddie, we’re gonna be parents.”

The labor is long and torturous. Once contractions hit about 5 minutes apart about six hours later, Eddie drives you to the hospital, definitely wanting an epidural as the contractions pick up in length and intensity. The check-in process is laborious, nurses scurrying around, taking blood and setting you up to IVs. When they come to give you the epidural, Eddie is holding your hands and whispering into your hair to try to help ease the pain as they impale you with a thick, long needle in your spine. Then, it’s a waiting game again.

Eddie calls all the important people to let them know what’s happening, and your parents offer to go get your groceries before coming to see you, which makes you cry. At about 9 at night, when the doctor comes to check your dilation, he looks to you with excited eyes. “You’re at ten centimeters, Y/N, it’s time to start pushing.”

It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done, even with the drugs, but when you hear that first cry, nothing else matters. Eddie grabs your sweaty, sticky face in his hands, kissing you deeply as you both laugh and cry.

He’s laid on your chest as soon as Eddie cuts the cord, and you take him in. He’s got head of thick black hair and his head is hands are so tiny and fragile. He wails, so overwhelmed with his first sensations, but as you welcome him to the world, you know he recognizes your voice, and he stills. “Hi baby boy. My sweet baby boy!” You exclaim. He’s still covered in blood and other bodily fluids, but that’s okay. He’s still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

The nurses take him away to make sure he’s okay, and you miss him already. Eddie follows the nurses to the other side of the room as they weigh, measure, and clean him. You stare longingly over to them as the doctor stitches and cleans you up. When the baby’s returned to you, wrapped in a bundle in Eddie’s arms, you reach out and touch him, so in love with the perfection you’ve created. “We did it,” You muse, eyes still on your son.

Eddie shakes his head, tears steadily streaming down his face. He adjusts the baby into one arm and reaches his hand out to hold your face. “No, Y/N. You did it. I just donated some essential ingredients.” He laughs. You laugh too, and you both go back to staring at him, now asleep.

Your family bursts into your room about an hour later, just after you’ve gotten him to eat for the first time. It was a bit tricky, but the lactation nurse was a big help, showing you exactly how to get him to latch. Your parents and Wayne all stare into the bundle wrapped in your arms. “Hey everyone!” You exclaim in a hushed tone. You don’t want to startle him.

“This is our son,” You introduce. “Eric Wayne Munson.”

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veeagainsttheday · 6 months

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After some discussion in a gc I ranked the OFMD soundtrack choices for each season.

Season 1:

Gnossienne No. 5: I have a Pavlovian response to this song now. I hear it and a little movie reel in my mind starts up with The Kiss (Season 1 edition).

The Chain: This was my most played song of 2022 on Spotify for a reason. The choreography: immaculate. That shot where the small boats are approaching the Revenge and it skips to the beat? Should have won an Emmy on its own. And Stede and Ed looking at each other as the music and the world fades away leaving only their love? Yeah, that’s the good shit.

Avalanche: This music overlaying Ed’s transformation into the Kraken, the shots of Stede’s books falling into the water? “I have begun to long for you/I who have no greed/I have begun to ask for you/I who have no need/You say you've gone away from me/But I can feel you when you breathe” It takes a scene that could have been campy or funny and with the power of Leonard Cohen elevates it to the most emotionally devastating shit you’ve ever seen.

Our Prayer: It’s so brief but it’s SO good. The blissful music overlaying Stede’s smile at being known.

Miles from Nowhere: Beautiful song, beautiful sentiment, Stede is finally, truly free of his old life and is on his way to discover what his new one will be: “I have my freedom/I can make my own rules/Oh yes, the ones that I choose”

High on a Rocky Ledge: I loved this choice as an opening and hearing it over the shot of all the flags always makes me so emotional.

Perfect Day: I can’t believe I’ve put my dear Lou Reed so low on this list but that’s what the impeccable choices above do for me. Obviously the crucial lyrics here are, “You made me forget myself/I thought I was someone else/Someone good” and juxtaposed over Ed rowing alone and Stede returning to discomfort in a married state it’s just so much.

The Empty Boat: I actually LOVE this choice, the lyrics are so good for Ed’s expression and feelings in this scene, but it just doesn’t feature as strongly as the others.

Bonus shoutout to Il triello: Olivia, give him the old fuck eye!

Trailer interlude:

Because the Night: This choice made me absolutely deranged. Hearing this was when I was like oh they are going to fuck and I am somehow going to be seeing it in a few weeks on my screen. The night before the premiere I was so full of emotions that I took a drive and played this over and over again while screaming along to try to get some of them out.

The Beautiful Ones: My brain became an endless loop of Baby baby baby for a week with Stede’s words and the cake toppers overlaid.

Season 2:

This Woman’s Work: This is THE song of the season to me. We all wanted a reunion, we wrote something like 10,000 versions of it, I personally wrote something like 10 versions of it, and then the actual reunion was SO gorgeous and SO perfect and soundtracked by this and “all the things I should have said that I never said, all the things we should have done that we never did” and that piano and the build and and and I will never recover.

Pygmy Love Song AND Seabird: I put these two as one because they’re the crux of Ed’s journey in this season and they work so well together thematically. First, the Impossible Birds - imagine hearing that there’s a piece of media about Blackbeard, infamous pirate, where one of his lines of dialogue is, “We’re never going back to land. We’re gonna sail, rob, raise hell, forever and ever without end” and instead of these words being delivered as a tough war cry they’re instead spoken in utter grief in a voice made nasal from tears. Taika’s delivery is so good it makes me want to eat through a brick wall (and all shout outs forever to Joel Fry for playing off him in this scene and several others). Playing in the background, its music lilting and warbling just as much as Ed’s voice? “My heart, my heart is full of love, I have nothing else.” So then a bunch of stuff happens (see the aforementioned reunion above) and we’re in episode 4 and Ed sees Buttons turn into an actual Impossible Bird, choosing to transform himself for love, and as Ed says “Fuck yeah brother, fly,” his face shining with revelation, we get, “There’s a road I know I must go/even though I tell myself that road is closed/like a lonely seabird/you’ve been away from land too long” MAGGIE PHILLIPS YOUR MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Run From Me: I was already a big Timber Timbre fan so when I read that one of their songs was in the show, I got very excited, and this did not disappoint. Its use to bookend this episode was incredible - the jilted wedding theme and the slow beginning of the song at the beginning as Ed is clearly in such a low place contrasted with the faster end of the song at the end of the episode as Ed enters this manic state during the storm - double Maggie Phillips your mind!!!

Strawberry Letter 23: The opening chords of this starting right after Ed introduces himself as the devil - just perfection. Ed’s sending 88 letters in his own way.

Road to Moscow: This one feels like a real “I just heard it last night and if anything happened to it I would kill everyone and myself” situation. Fascinating use here because the song is about a Russian soldier witnessing the ultimately-failed German invasion of Russia in WWII - a notoriously bloody campaign with massive losses on both sides, which is of course what happens to our crew and the soldiers they encounter as well. This line gave me chills in the context of the crew fighting through the trees: “Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees/Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and on our knees/And all that I ever was able to see/The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze”.

I Love My Baby: Perfect double use. Also further wedding foreshadowing: “Just say you love me

And we'll go to the preacherman/Just say you love me/And before him we'll stand/We'll live our lives together/As we go hand in hand.”

Baby: Can’t believe this is so low but the other ones were all so good!!

The Times They Are A-Changing: Great use, loved that they used the Nina Simone version, it’s just not as significant to me as the others.

Callback Gnossienne No. 5: this playing while Stede’s looking through the cabin in episode 3 made me want to lay down in the road.

#ofmd 2 #ofmd music

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alister312 · 1 year

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okie alister. tell me. why gregstophe 🤨. give me a movie pitch for ur blorbo i want to see it like u do :>

There are many reasons “why gregstophe” BUT let’s see if I can give a relatively quick sales pitch—

Is “opposites attract” a trope you enjoy? Good news, this ship is for you! On one hand you’ve got Gregory: an impeccably mannered, Harvard Yardale-educated Brit with strong morals and a passion for politics and revolution. Then on the other hand there’s Christophe: a dirt-loving, God-hating French mercenary with a penchant for fighting everyone and saying wild shit at socially inappropriate times. However, they are friends (or at least allies) and seem to be among the only people the other respects. This begs the question: why? Are they different around each other, when they’re alone? Softer, perhaps? Do their walls come down, no need for pretenses? Do they bicker, or is it what they do more like banter? Maybe they’re only opposites on a surface level.

Are you a Les Mis fan? Because these two are just (as i once saw someone put it) Walmart-brand Enjolras and Grantaire, and many of the tropes those two have get brought into Gregstophe. Namely, Christophe’s unwavering devotion and loyalty to Gregory’s fight for freedom. Even if he doesn’t quite believe in the cause himself, he believes in Gregory enough to give his life. Honestly even if you aren’t a Les Mis fan (like me, i’ve only ever seen the bad movie adaptation once), you can see hints of this in the BLU movie. Christophe refuses to help the main boys rescue Terrance and Phillip until Gregory’s name gets mentioned and then, as Christophe dies, he sings a reprise of Gregory’s song. That sounds like textbook unwavering devotion to me.

Do you like playing around with religious themes and imagery? I do, and again they are perfect for that. Half of Christophe’s screen time is him talking about how much God hates him (and he hates God) and Gregory’s song “La Resistance” heavily implies that his morals are based in Christian beliefs. I personally like expanding that further into classic Catholic Feeling Repression™️. The self makes for such a good antagonist narratively and WOW do they just scream two characters whose greatest demons are their own expectations they heap upon themselves.

Lastly, there’s the mercenary route that many people take with them. Christophe canonically is one and Gregory is often rewritten as one (it’s not a hard leap), which leads to SO many possibilities. There’s the high stakes risk of dangerous jobs which could be just the thing to help feelings bubble to the surface. There’s the physical hurt they can experience and the angst that comes with it, often paired with patching wounds or miscommunication in worry disguised as anger. There’s the “we’re business partners, we can’t have romantic feelings, we have to be detached and professional especially in a dangerous field such as this” repression you can add (perhaps ON TOP of the religious repression). And you don’t even need to have them be mercenaries! They could be spies instead, or revolutionaries (which is what they really are), and you would still be able to use all those tropes. Sure you can do that with any ship but these two have that good good canon confirmation to fuel headcanons.

NOW— did they ever actually interact on screen? Well. No lol. The closest we have is the confirmation that they know one another via Gregory having Christophe’s address on his person and Christophe trusting the main boys once they mention Gregory sent them. Also, a draft of the script for the movie had them interacting on screen and Christophe alludes to him and Gregory having rescued canadian prisoners together before. You’re gonna need your imagination but the groundwork is there!! It’s a ship so ripe with potential it makes me insane.

so… yeah! viva la gregstophe 🏳️‍🌈

#and by ‘relatively quick’ I do mean ~600 words lol. not sorry i can only condense myself so much when it comes to them #south park #gregstophe #sp ships #gregory of yardale #christophe delorne #there’s been many different takes on their character and dynamic over the years but imo this is the most interesting and closest to canon #(and I feel rather confident saying that second part bc I went through and documented everything we canonically know about both of them)#(so if anyone outside of matt and trey knows canonical Them it’s me)

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waywardstation · 2 years

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“...I should really stop stalling,” she said. “We need to figure out the memory situation.”

Irida grimaced, but did not argue. They really did have to. If there was nothing else to be relieved of in this situation, at lease they had time to pause and plan this go around.

Turning to the front window, Akari frowned. “I don’t know if Mr. Ingo ever mentioned this to you—maybe you already know part of it. When we were going through Wayward Cave the first time, he talked a bit about what little remembered. When I brought out Firecracker to help see because the lights were out, he said he once knew a Pokémon with mastery over flames…”

“You believe that means his memory of that Pokémon is in this car, then?” It made a certain sort of sense to Irida.

“I do.” Akari’s frown deepened. Her gaze flickered to the blueish torches. “I brought Firecracker out in the Cave, to help light the torches again, and when he saw Firecracker Mr. Ingo said that he had the closest flame color to the Pokémon he remembered that he’d ever seen, and even then it wasn’t the exact same purple.

“Plus,“ she added, “we’ve only seen one memory screen, so maybe it’s nothing, but the fact that this one is cracked makes me think something’s going on with the memory inside.”

“I see.” Irida frowned. It seemed that there would be no avoiding it. “Then we simply must see what memory lies in this car, no matter our reservations.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

“However, our reservations are well-reasoned: how should we manage the Conductor?”

Akari sighed and uncrossed her arms, send her hands on her hips. “That’s a difficult question. Irida, do you remember what the Conductor’s pokemon looked like? Can you describe it to me?”

Irida opened her mouth to begin, but closed it again with a furrowed brow. There was its large, gaping mouth, its thin body—but that was it. That was all Irida could recall. The color, the shape, the form its attack was taking, all of it was unidentifiable.

“Exactly.” Akari looked at each of the Pokémon in the car. “You three are our best hope for dealing with his Pokémon, but we don’t even know what it is or what typing it has. It’s gonna be strong, too. Mr. Ingo is super good at battling, so the Conductor probably has access to that knowledge.”

She clapped her hands together. “That doesn’t mean we know nothing, though. I remember feeling my hair raise up when the attack started, so it’s got an electric attack. It could be an electric type, or it could just have that move, but it’s something.”

The Dewott at her legs huffed.

“Yeah, that means you can’t fight it. I had other plans for you anyway, so that’s not too bad.”

Irida bit her lip, frustrated. She wished she could argue against trying to fight the Conductor, but there seemed no other option. They needed to examine what might be a distorted memory in order to understand their next actions, and doing so required holding the Conductor off from throwing them out. But, to send a Noble to fight against the strange Pokemon, even with other Pokemon aiding her…it sat wrong, to ask for such assistance yet have no actions to return for it. To be a Noble was to be a protector, but Irida could not help but feel uneasy nonetheless.

A thought struck her. It was ridiculous, and reckless, but— it could work. In most circumstances, she would never act so brashly, but in this realm, distanced from reality and full of new possibilities and consequences, perhaps a more daring method was needed.

“Battling Pokemon rely on the person’s commands during a fight, yes?” she said, slowly. “What if the Conductor was too… indisposed to issue orders?”

“Indisposed, huh? What, are you thinking of putting him in a chokehold or something?” Akari said, quirking a brow.

Irida said nothing.

“Oh sweet Spirits, you’re gonna put him in a chokehold.”

“I don’t want to choke him,” she defended; the man really did remind her of Ingo too much for her to do that. “I’d be clapping a hand over his mouth at most. It’s just that keeping him quiet might make this more manageable.”

“Oh, it definitely would. Feel free to try it, I won’t stop you.” Akari said, giggling. She looked at the window again. “So, that’s our plan, then? I see what’s going on with the memory while you guys hold the Conductor back?”

“It’s not much of a plan, said like that…” Irida muttered.

All Akari could give to that was a shrug. “We barely have any information. That’s all the planning we can do until we have more.”

With no counterargument to present, Irida instead swept her gaze through the car. Where had the Conductor begun to approach from? Almost the middle of the thin room, far in the back; standing in a corner would have to do for a hiding spot. She would need the element of surprise and the hope that keeping the Conductor between her and his Pokémon would leave it hesitating.

“I’ll stand to the back and wait for an opportune moment, while you three,” Irida indicated Akari, Firecracker, and Lady Sneasler, “initiate the memory and thus the battle?”

“Sounds good to me,” Akari affirmed with a shrug. “Well— I want to plan out the moves Firecracker’s going to use first.”

Firecracker sat up attentively at that, looking to Akari with keen eyes. Almost immediately, Akari drew the Dewott and Typhlosion to her and began instructing them both. Irida, has no real advice to give; Palkia surrounding knew Akari was leaps and bounds past her in battling together with Pokémon. Instead, she pressed closer to Lady Sneasler for a moment.

“I know you cannot be truly hurt, not in a way that matters here, but please do exercise cation, my lady,” she muttered. “Neither us nor Warden Ingo would enjoy putting you in a position of sacrifice.”

Lady Sneasler regarded her with sharp eyes, and after a moment of consideration, snorted. Still, she nodded in some form of acceptance of Irida’s plea, and Irida knew to take what she could get.

With that matter settled for the time, Irida turned to the back corners of the car. They were dark and craggy, which was unnerving in the dim light but certainly useful when she wanted to hide within one of them. Most days, Irida found herself wishing she was taller—she sometimes suspected her assertions of will and leadership would fair better if she could just tower properly instead of scowling upwards like a child— but her slight frame worked in this situation.

She turned around so that she faced the rest of the car and crouched. With her eyes fixed approximately where she remembered the Conductor being—yes, this should do well. Attacking with the enemy distracted would ensure her ease of restraining him, and if he possessed the same strength as Warden Ingo when he first arrived, the Conductor would be no trouble to hold down at all.

She stood up as Akari finished her instructions. No time like the present, Irida supposed.

A few more words exchanged between the two humans in the car, and positions to enact the plan were taken up. Irida crouched once more, watching as Akari, backed by Firecracker and Lady Sneasler, approached the memory-window.

The window flickered with purple light. Irida jolted slightly as the form of the Conductor strode forward towards the cluster, simply appearing in the car as though he had always been there, coat flaring.

“You know the rules,” was his only clipped warning.

Then, his monstrous Pokémon flashed into being and the fight was on. The lithe Pokémon rose up just as before, the Conductor raising a pointing arm in tandem—

Irida struck. Springing up, she hurled herself forward and collided with the man, leaving him sputtering around his command. Before either him or his Pokémon could react, she slammed a hand over his mouth and an arm around his chest, twisting her body so they both hit the ground, with the Conductor taking the brunt of the impact.

Above them, the Pokémon shrieked with rage, and then with alarm as Akari’s shouted command of “Flame Wheel!” had a blast of fire connecting with its back as Lady Sneasler followed the move with a poisoned strike to the tender skin. While the Pokémon jerked between paying attention to its trainer and the foes attacking it, Firecracker struck again with another Flame Wheel.

The Conductor thrashed in her hold, attempting to bite her hand, but Irida held firm with little effort. He was as weak as she suspected, much to her advantage. All she needed to keep hold of him was Akari driving the Conductor’s Pokémon away from freeing him, which Akari was managing quite handily.

Irida immediately regretted that confidence—just as she thought it, the purple-blue lighting of the room roared to a blinding crescendo, heat swiftly following after—she couldn’t help the gasp that left her at the shock of such burning air. She wrenched her head up to see Akari reeling her body back from the other end of the car, and watched with horror as a spindly, many-limbed something burst out of the memory-window. It was oil-black and twitching, flinging itself forward into the middle of the car as the Conductor struggled in her arms with renewed vigor.

Her shock was almost tremendous enough to let him succeed. Gritting her teeth, Irida redoubled her efforts to still him and prayed to Sinnoh, to Arceus, to whatever it desired to be called to give Akari knowledge and speed enough to deal with the unwanted complication.

Already she could hear Akari’s voice shouting above everything, delivering whipcrack-fast commands. More flames spewed from Firecracker’s mouth towards the snake-like Pokémon as Akari’s Dewott lept into the fray to spit a vicious funnel of water at the black monster, while it produced bluish flames of its own to add to the rising temperatures.

Everything was pandemonium.

Irida could barely pay attention to anything, her head growing more fevered and dizzied by the second. All she could do was narrow her perception to the man in her grasp, retaliating to his attempt to strike her head with a knee driven into his back. Fire and water and lightning raged around them, joined by Akari’s shrill, furious voice and the howls and snarling of the Pokémon. The car rocked and swayed from side to side, but still clung to the rails. The Conductor was yelling, scrabbling at her hand, but it was too muffled to discern.

A flash of surveyor blue rushed past her limited view, and Irida desperately tracked it, horror filling her as Akari flung herself bodily at the monstrous form, catching on the bulbous middle of it. The monster let out a haunting cry, burning red eyes flashing as its flames grew, but nothing deterred Akari as she tore at its inky skin—

But it wasn’t skin, Irida realized as Akari’s hands came away with globs of black something clinging to them. It was a substance, a coating, swallowing whatever laid beneath nearly whole.

One of the monster’s thrashing limbs finally struck true, and it wrenched Akari off itself and threw her to the ground, lurching down to follow her and strike once more. As Akari gasped at the impact and heaved, her Dewott rushed in, dousing as many burning limbs as he could to distract it, Firecracker and Lady Sneasler still tangling with the Conductor’s Pokémon.

Enraged on Akari’s behalf, however, the duo grew even more unrelenting in their attacks, hurling fire and poison at the Pokémon for every lonely attack it managed, until it was struggling under their punishing attentions. The Lady cut, Firecracker lunged to bite; it was a perfect barrage of a dance, as though they had run it a thousand times.

Finally, Lady Sneasler struck it across its gaping face, and it slammed to the ground with finality.

The pair whirled to face Akari and the monster, surging forward as the monster continued to bear down on the girl. It swung one of its doused limbs to hit Akari; Akari, pinned, could seemingly do nothing but fling her arms over her head—

—”FIRECRACKER, NOW,” Akari roared, hurling the monster off of her. “BURN IT OUT!”

Firecracker let out an earsplitting cry, flames whirling and reaching the ceiling as he reared up. Before the monster could scramble away, a holy reckoning of fire poured out of the Typhlosion’s mouth, coating it in violet flame. A horrific scream filled the whole car. Irida’s head felt like it was cracking open at the volume as the Conductor convulsed in her hold, shouting something—

And then, with a final shriek, the monster was silenced. There was only quiet. Light filled the car properly once more. The Conductor tore himself from Irida’s stunned hold, gasping, “Chandelure?”

Floating where the mass of oily limbs once hunched was a Pokémon with brilliant blue flames and a glassy exterior.

—-

In a small tent, Warden Ingo suddenly doubled over, clutching at his head with a pained groan. Knowledge-bearing Uxie clung on to him, their unseen eyes darting frantically underneath ever-shut eyelids. Shuddering, Ingo clenched his jaw and tried to sit up again as his head pounded like it had been cracked in half by a hammer. Lady Snealser leapt up, but was not the first to reach him.

Rei rushed to his side. “Sir! Sir, are you alright?”

“I remember,” he rasped. “I remember. Its name is Chandelure!”

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Huzzah! The second half! With a round of Pokémon battle in this Pokémon fanfic, who could have ever imagined? I had a lot of fun describing the fight as complete chaos through Irida's eyes--I decided to discard the turn-based combat for a free-for-all and having the one person not in the fight just dealing with it happening, haha.

I hope I sold the action well enough--combat scenes aren't really my forte! If I didn't, it's just because Irida didn't have a good view, naturally.

And, of course, a little bit of Ingo in this fic about Ingo. Wild.

--cw

(Part of a collection of writings CW had been making about the Train of Thought AU. First part of this segment can be read here, and all the previous segments can be read here on AO3!)

CW WOW!! This was just as fun to read as the first part!!! So many good parts!!

Irida wanting to put the Conductor in a chokehold, The description of Eelektross, Pre-restored Chandelure’s appearance, Ingo regaining his memory of Chandelure…it’s all SO GOOD! You did great with the action scenes, don’t worry! Absolutely loved reading this!!

Again I am very sorry for how late I got to this, but I really enjoyed reading this and had so much fun visualizing everything in my head; bravo!!!

Lovely writing as always, I hope other people enjoy reading this as much as I have! Your writing skills really are fantastic and I very much enjoy this narrative you’ve made!!

#train of thought au #train of thought au writing #SUCH A GOOD STORY #GREAT JOB CW!!

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I know you didn’t ask an anon’s opinion, but if they do another trilogy with Tom and Zendaya I don’t actually want MJ and Peter getting back together. Maybe this is just me wanting to vindictively get back at the tomdayas infesting the fandom with their obsessive celebrity shipping but idc. MJ should not just be very present in the trilogy, but plot relevant as well. But I don’t think they should get back together. I hate the fated lovers trope. Every other iteration of them has to work hard to make the relationship work. And Peter had demonstrated in NWH’s ending that he has major issues with loss that he has to deal with first, and until he figures that out he can’t put in that kind of effort for a relationship. And I don’t want mj waiting around for him to figure it out. She has her own life and her own issues, and she deserves better than to be dragged down by Peter Parker. By the end of the trilogy I’d ideally like them to be friends and present in each others lives, but comfortably romantically involved with other people. And who knows. They’re young. Maybe in their mid thirties they’ll try again. But I don’t want that immediate reconciliation that I dread we’re going to get anyway.

There’s a lot to unpack here.

I’ll say (and have been on record for saying) that the tomdayaification of spideychelle is one of the worst things to come from fandom. (Not thee worse, that would be the racism and misogyny of irondad, but damn is it up there.)

It’s weird and creepy and gives me the biggest ICK for so many people to blur the lines between the characters and the actors that play them. I do NOT find it cute nor funny nor interesting to have the REAL LIFE aspects of the actor’s relationship to be in fics and it SKEEVES me out that so many people not only enjoy that but want more of it. Live and let live but if I wanted to read rpf, i’d search for THAT. Tomdaya fic masquerading as PeterMJ my beloathed.

I’m also on record for saying that if they recast / changed gears / had a brand new Peter and MJ………… I wouldn’t be mad. Especially if they did an age jump and it’s the “same” versions but different actors because TO ME I care more about the characters. I loved Peter and MJ long before the MCU existed and I will love them long after this version is gone. I think it would be a disservice to have brand new versions at this point but again, if Tom and Zendaya move on but /their/ version of Peter and MJ continue in the form of a recast…….. it’ll be business as usual for me lmao.

That being said, I so desperately want /this/ version of Peter and MJ as depicted by Tom and Zendaya to continue their story because while the entire trilogy fucked them both (in the sense that they did NOT have a love story and anyone who says different didn’t watch the movies/only read fanfic), the end of NWH puts them BOTH in the position to finally have the Chance to have proper development AND it cannot be understated that as much as I despise stan culture, Disney/Sony are in the business of making money and both Tom and Zendaya are money makers. It would not benefit them to move on, plus there’s something to on screen continuity.

Do I actually think the MCU Will give this deep and rich development to me????? No but until proven otherwise, I’m gonna believe.

To your last point, while I fully agree that MJ deserves to have a life and world OUTSIDE of Peter (people who make MJ’s biggest trait being “in love with Peter” my despised), I can’t vibe with NOT wanting them together at all. I’ve loved them for too long and believe so strongly in their possibility that I can’t imagine them not finding each other in the end. I don’t believe in soulmates and refuse to see as Peter and MJ as fated.

They choose each other in every world and that to me is so very special.

#seek speaks #petermj #spideychelle

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Day Three- Game Night/Conflict

Can’t believe we’re already at day three of Moceit Week! I had a lot of fun with this one shot, this week is really helping me get back into writing.

So, @the-duke-of-nuts and I have been writing an AU based on the game ‘Prop Hunt’ and I was technically going to be doing this for tomorrow... since it was a Game Night prompt, I couldn’t resist doing it today!

I hope I’ve done it justice, Vin, and surprise! ☺️💚🖤💚

Writing taglist: @lost-in-thought-20 @red-imeanblue @jwillowwolf @psychedelicships @writerwithtoomanyships @the-duke-of-nuts @lily-janus

@moceit-appreciation-week

Warnings: Weapon mention, kind of violence in game

Get Over Here and Play a Video Game

Patton was excited for game night with the rest of the guys. When they all found common ground with playing video games, it brought them all closer together as housemates. They had even recently started recording themselves doing lets plays to put them onto YouTube. It was strange to watch the view count shoot up every day, people seemed to be enjoying them… but they are a chaotic bunch, especially because Remus is involved. The games were fun to record, even if Patton had to have the controls explained to him multiple times by a very patient Janus. He was grateful that Janus would support him throughout the whole recording, it made him feel safe while the cameras were rolling, and it made the whole thing much more fun.

He took out his phone and re-watched the latest video of ‘Golf With Your Friends’ that they recorded last week. He had to admit that giving Remus and Logan editing rights was the best decision possible. Patton found himself laughing at Roman who was getting angrier by the second when he couldn’t reach the hole on a water level, he laughed even more when a Snickers bar flew across the screen, pretending to hit Roman in the face. The next part was something he didn’t expect, in the recording session, Patton was having a hard time while his golf ball was shaped like a cube. Janus came over without a word to see what was going on, when his hand rested on Patton’s to show he what to do, Patton blushed again as he saw cartoon hearts fly around the two of them.

They had only started dating a few months ago, but it had felt like so much longer. He smiled as he watched the flirting take place between the two of them, and the editing seemed to just spur it on. Hearts, love heart arrows, all that usual stuff. It was cute, which made Patton all too aware that he was falling hard and fast, faster than he ever had before. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a text notification at the top of his screen from Logan.

‘Greetings everyone. Hope you are all ready for game night tonight. I’ve been reading the comments of the latest video, and Prop Hunt seems to be the latest request. So shall we attempt it?’

Patton looked at his phone in confusion. Prop Hunt? What the heck is that? It already sounds so confusing, but everyone else apparently knows it and has played it before according to the replies coming through. He couldn’t be the odd one out, thankfully him and Janus had the day off from work, so he headed over to Janus’ room. He could hear the soft, classical music seeping into the hallway and he knocked on the door tentatively when he saw Janus lying on the bed.

“This had better be important-” Janus sighed as he pushed himself up, but stopped himself when he saw it was Patton, then smiled warmly. “Ah, sorry darling. I thought it was Remus bothering me again.” He remarked jokingly before patting the space next to him on the bed. Patton before sitting next to him, and yelped as Janus wrapped his arms around him before pulling him into a tight hug. He giggled and Janus chuckled in response.

“What can I do for you, darling? You looked a bit worried at my door.” Janus’ voice had hints of concern weaved through it.

“It’s nothing big… It’s just Logan has said we’re gonna play a new game tonight… and I have no idea how to play…” Patton trailed off, unsure whether he could really ask for help. He didn’t want Janus to judge him or anything. Janus just squeezed his hand in reassurance, something that made Patton’s heart skip a beat each time.

“I’ll go get our laptops set up. You-“ Janus booped his nose causing Patton to giggle again. “Wait right here. I’ll be back in a minute.” Patton nodded and looked around Janus’ room, one thing caught his eye. There were new photos of the two of them on the walls, and the card Patton made for him to ask him out was sitting pride of place on the table next to the bed. He felt his laptop be placed gently on his lap, and he rested his head on Janus’ shoulder while the game was set up for him.

“Okay. So you’re going to be the hunter to start with. I’m going to be hidden as an object in the map. You have to wait for a couple of minutes.” Patton tried to sneak a look at Janus’ screen, but he felt a gloved hand gently cover his eyes.

“Nooo, darling. That would be cheating.” Patton faked a pout before giggling and waited for Janus’ hand to stop covering his eyes. He felt a light kiss on his forehead before the light flooded back onto his face. He looked down at his laptop, confused as to what to do now. He tried to move, but nothing was working. Janus placed his hand over Patton’s, guiding his hand to the right place.

“Arrow keys, my dear. You move with the arrow keys. So now you have to try and find me! Look for something that doesn’t belong. I know you can do it.” He kissed Patton’s cheek and he tried to ignore the blush that was threatening to spread across his cheeks. He tried to concentrate on the map, but someone was proving to be a very significant distraction, especially when that someone interlocked his free hand with Patton’s free hand. He eventually managed to focus and almost spun around in circles trying to find his way around the huge map, until he came across a large box that stood very out of place. Janus smirked as he saw Patton carefully move towards the box.

“You need to shoot the box, darling. Left click.” Janus leant over and whispered in Patton’s ear. He tried to ignore the shiver he felt, and hesitated at this part of the game.

“B-but I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetie.” His finger hovered over the left click, and he then clicked it once, looking away from the screen. Janus smiled and squeezed Patton’s hand.

“You did it, darling! You don’t hurt me, it’s only the game. Can you see your health points? Did your health go down when you shot the box?” Patton hesitantly looked at the screen, and shook his head as he noticed that the health points remained at 100. Janus took Patton’s hand and lifted it to his lips quickly.

“Go on then, my dear. Win the round.” Patton blushed yet again, and then clicked countless times until the box disappeared, and a little message came up reading ‘Hunters Win!’ Patton stared at it, then smiled when he finally realised what it meant. He clapped his hands together excitedly, and Janus chuckled as he watched Patton enjoy the game.

“Sooo… Do I now hide as a prop or something?” Patton asked curiously. He had forgotten what he was so nervous about in the first place, he was having so much fun learning the game from Janus. Janus nodded and covered his own eyes which made Patton giggle.

“Indeed you do, so like before… you use the arrow keys and wander around the map until you find an object. Press E when you’re next to object, and then you turn into it.” Patton hummed in affirmation, and started to move around the map. He found a paint can and laughed when his character turned into the object. His mind came up with a perfect pun, but he was going to save that kind of thing for when they were playing as the group tonight. He tapped Janus on the shoulder to show that he was ready.

Janus turned back round and looked at Patton warmly.

“I’ve found you.” He smiled as Patton looked confused by the statement.

“But… I’ve only just hidden, how could you have found me already?” Patton looked at his screen before he felt Janus softly place his fingers under Patton’s chin, gently encouraging him to look up. He gazed into Janus’ eyes and matched the soft smile on his lips.

“Oh I’m sorry, darling. I wasn’t talking about the prop anymore. I was talking about the person that I’m pretty sure is the love of my life.” He kissed Patton softly which was happily reciprocated before he was pulled into Janus’ arms once again. Only one thought remained on his mind.

This was the best start to game night ever.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #ts patton #ts janus #ts logan #human au #prop hunt au #moceit #romantic moceit #moceitappreciationweek #ts fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction

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