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bluebeary-jay · 10 months

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scattered thoughts / sharp focus

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel is taken away from you and upon finding him almost-dead... something in you snaps ((kinda part 2 to clouded judgment / clear mind, but you don't necessarily need to read that one))

Tags: ANGST, angst with happy ending, near death experiences, Joel has surprisingly little screen time but you'll see he was there in spirit

Warnings: REALLY graphic descriptions of violence, small panic attacks, KINDA torture(?) 😳, choking, lemme know if i missed something

Word count: 7.5K

A/N: i can't believe i've finally finished it! i aimed for a worthy successor to cj/cm aaand i hope i managed but jeez was it hard. also i told myself i won't be writing sth like that again but i kinda have an idea for the final part (would be hurt/comfort 🤭) so let me know if it's sth you'd like to read. anyway as always happy reading!! 💕🥰 comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, i absolutely love seeing what you think of my fics!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You swallowed your tears and rested the chin on your hands, trying to push back the wave of panic threatening to drown you.

“Tell me again.”

Tommy sighed, his own eyes empty and worried.

“I don’t know who those guys were, but they obviously knew Joel. There was a dark man leadin’ them, and I think he had somethin’ wrong with his lip, but it was too far for me to take a good look. The group consisted of five, maybe six people? And I shot one of them, but he appeared to still be alive when they were leavin’.”

You were silent for a couple of seconds, trying to make sense of it all.

“And where did they take him?”

“I reckon to the old ski resort on the top of the mountain. We ventured pretty far from here to investigate these tracks.”

You nodded and steeled yourself, taking a deep, trembling breath and quickly drying your tears.

“Okay. I’m going.”

“You’re not.” Maria leaned over the table, her expression unyielding. “The decision is final.”

“I am going,” you repeated fiercely, slamming the flat of your hand against the tabletop, but Tommy gave you a stern look, which made you bite your tongue. “Look, I get that you don’t want to lose even more people in a rescue mission–”

“This is not what it’s about,” Maria retorted, almost looking hurt by your words. “Believe me, if I wasn’t carrying another human being inside me, I’d already be going after them. But you have to take other things into consideration.”

“She’s right,” Tommy spoke up quietly, though equally irritably, and you turned sharply to look at him in disbelief. “The route to the resort is very advantageous to fall into an ambush. They could shoot us off like ducks and we’d have nowhere to hide.”

“I don’t care,” you ground out, looking from one to the other. “We can’t leave Joel. He’s your family, for goddamn–”

“You think I don’t know that?!” shouted Tommy abruptly, bringing his hand down onto the table, too. “He’s my fucking brother and was family way before you were even born!”

“Tommy.” Maria kicked him under the table, keeping one hand on her belly. Her husband flared his nostrils, clearly agitated by your words, but you were too angry yourself to care right now. You two glared at each other for some time before Tommy clenched his fists and turned around.

“M’goin’ to get some air,” he said gloomily over his shoulder, already at the door leading outside. Maria sighed and looked at you again.

“Please. Don’t do anything stupid, and I swear I’ll send a group out as soon as this blizzard ends.”

“He can be long dead by then,” you answered gravely, really set off by Tommy’s reaction and his words. You tried to will your tear ducts to hold any signs of stress and worry, not wanting to show your friend how broken and helpless you felt inside. “If it was me, he’d already be halfway there to save me, Maria.”

“I know. But just think about it. If something happens to you…” She shook her head. “How do you think I’d be able to look Joel in the eyes and explain why… how…”

She genuinely seemed at a loss of words, and you sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“I understand where you’re coming from, I really do. But I need to get him home, Maria. I have to.”

With that, you stood up, feeling like you were going to suffocate if you stayed in the room any longer. You didn’t look back even when you heard Maria calling your name softly.

There wasn’t any sense in discussing the matter with any of them – you made up your mind to go and save Joel and there was no way anyone would make you stay. He wouldn’t hesitate to go and get you if anyone dared to lay a hand on you.

You remembered that one time when he killed a group of men who wanted to use you as a bargaining chip to gain entry to Jackson. And how afterward you told him you’d do the same for him, unable to bear the painful and guilty expression on his face.

Now you planned on doing just that.

You were scared – of course you were, you weren’t stupid – and the nerves were practically eating you alive, gnawing at your bones and hurting your muscles from the inside out.

But the worst was the fear of never seeing Joel again. Of something happening to him. And you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t at least try…

“I’m coming with you.”

Your head snapped to the side. There stood Ellie – dressed in a warm jacket and a hat that didn’t cover her ears. Her eyes were full of fire, and you recognized the anger and determination in her expression as the same which were almost suffocating you.

Of course she was eavesdropping on the conversation. It was Joel that it was about, after all, her dad in all but one sense.

And suddenly you understood what Maria meant by not being able to look Joel in the eyes if something happened to you.

“No,” you said curtly, walking past her and out onto the street in the direction of your house.

“I’m not asking for permission.” Ellie was right behind you, and the force of her steps showed just how angry and frustrated she was – just like you felt. “I know you’re gonna go after those guys, and I’m coming with you.”

“You’re not,” you repeated more sternly, not turning around to face her. You reached your house and fumbled to open the door. “You’re staying and that’s fina–”

You stopped yourself and sighed, pressing your forehead against the wooden surface.

It was unfair. You were unfair. If those exact words spoken by Maria have set you off so much, you wouldn’t be surprised if Ellie…

“You’re not my fucking mom, remember?” the girl barked angrily, and you let out a shuddering breath, stressed to your limits with everything that happened in the last few hours. “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do just because you’re older!”

It’s okay. It’s gonna be fine. Everything is gonna be okay.

“I know,” you whispered after a couple of seconds of silence, still not turning around. “I’m sorry.”

Ellie didn’t answer. You repeated your quiet mantra and glanced over your shoulder at her. “But Ellie, I… I can’t let you go. Joel would never forgive me if something happened to you.”

Jesus. Exactly like Maria.

Ellie still looked pissed at your earlier words, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well, you’re not the only one who cares about him, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re the one he cares about the most.”

Ellie opened her mouth. Closed it and furrowed her eyebrows, but the irritation in her eyes dimmed. You gave her a small, apologetic smile, trying not to burst into tears.

“He’s gonna be fine, you know,” you lied smoothly, opening the door. “And Maria said she’ll send a group to retrieve him as soon as the storm eases up a bit.”

You didn’t even need to look to know that she didn’t believe you. To be honest, you wouldn’t believe yourself either in this situation.

You waited several seconds to see if the girl wanted to say something else, but after a few moments she spun on her heel and went back, not saying anything. You stared after her, but when the thick snow made her figure just a fuzzy shape, you gently closed the door and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes.

It’s going to be fine. You’ll get Joel back and all will be okay.

You took a couple of deep – albeit shaky – breaths to pull yourself together, and when you were pretty sure you weren’t about to start crying, you made your way into the kitchen. And stopped short.

At your table sat Tommy, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Fuck, Tommy,” you mumbled, trying to calm down your pounding heart. “You scared the crap out of me.”

The younger Miller looked up, but stayed silent. You looked at each other for a few tense moments, but ultimately you sighed and left him in the kitchen, going to your room to get a backpack and another, more fitting, set of clothes.

He was still there when you returned to the kitchen with your stuff, but you didn’t even pretend you weren’t preparing to head out. The man watched silently as you put the backpack down by the door, went to retrieve and reload your gun, and gathered some essentials on the table, not once glancing in his direction.

You were persistent in ignoring Tommy’s presence, but then he finally spoke up.

“We can go before dawn. I’ll get the horses ready and we will take the fourth gate.”

You froze and stopped what you were doing, then turned around and placed your hand on your hip.

“We can’t take horses up there. Not in this weather.”

“We’ll leave them at the fifteenth checkmark. That place in the East where there are so many swallows durin’ spring.”

You nodded, and your gaze softened when you looked him over. Tommy was just as worried about Joel as you were, you knew it. He was just better at hiding it.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” you murmured, feeling terrible that in such a short amount of time, it was a second person you were apologizing to. “But you know I have to go after him. You know that.”

“Fuck,” he swore quietly, sighing. “Yeah, I know. There’s no way I ain’t goin’ either. Just… I just hate doing somethin’ behind Maria’s back.”

You didn’t answer – because what could you say? That he didn’t have to go with you? As much as you wanted to save Joel, pretending not to care about the dangers or anyone’s opinion, you knew you’d probably die if you went alone. But it didn’t mean you were going to ignore all that Tommy was risking by coming along with you.

“You don’t have to, Tommy,” you whispered. “You have your wife to think about, after all. And your–”

“I know,” he interrupted glumly. “Don’t worry. All of us will come back.”

You nodded. You really hoped he was right.

*****

At first, everything was going according to plan.

At least, until Ellie decided to show up.

She surprised both you and Tommy a couple of miles outside of Jackson, probably thinking that it was far enough that you won’t try to send her away.

You tried anyway. You were understandably furious, not only because she didn’t listen to you, but also that she trailed after you both for so long in this weather. Her reveal caused a short screaming match and a couple of nervous tears shed by you, but eventually you and Tommy decided it’d be more dangerous to make Ellie go back to Jackson alone. So she continued with you to the house where you left your horses, then past it and in the direction of the ski resort.

You didn’t know how many people were at the resort, and there were only the two of you – well, three, counting Ellie, but no matter her stubbornness, you weren’t going to let her go in – and an attack was too risky in this situation.

So you decided to sneak in. To distract and draw the kidnappers’ attention long enough for you to get Joel out. It was still stupidly risky, but it wasn’t like there were much more options that wouldn’t end in those guys killing all of you. The plan was that Tommy would find a vantage point and be on guard to take down any threats with his sniper rifle if you were noticed, while you go get Joel.

Ellie… Ellie didn’t take no for an answer. And as much as you hated that she tagged along on this dangerous rescue mission, you had to admit that she came prepared. Apparently some time ago Joel taught her how to make trap mines and she pitched the idea of planting some up the mountain to create an avalanche.

Well, you and Tommy were both very much against setting off a full-blown avalanche, but it wasn’t a bad idea per se. So it was agreed that Tommy will help her set the bombs in some strategic places while you wait for a signal to go in.

The sneaking in part was surprisingly easy. The people staying there didn’t leave any guards outside, probably because they didn’t expect that someone would actually look for them in this weather, and it seemed that there weren’t that many of them inside like you feared. You had a vague idea where Joel might be, based on the positioning of the people present, so you reckoned it’ll be the wisest to wait nearby.

It took about an hour of hiding in one of the empty rooms (you had to change your hiding spot once, because someone decided to randomly sweep the perimeter) before you heard distant explosions and panicked, angry yells, and then a rumble of the mountain. You suspected a fair amount of snow was falling down the slope, and you prayed that Ellie and Tommy were in a safe place when that happened.

You heard the sound of footsteps getting further away. Then more of it. It was eerily silent, and you counted to ten in your head, before slowly exiting your hiding spot.

Just as you suspected, Joel was held in the lobby, tied to one of the decorative columns, and even though his back was to you, you’d recognize him anywhere, even by hands or the back of his head alone. A quick glance around the room confirmed that there was no one around, but still you preferred to stay on guard. You silently tip-toed to where he was sitting on the floor, mindful of all the debris scattered on the floor and keeping your head low, and breathed a sigh of relief when you finally reached him.

“Don’t move,” you whispered, barely moving your lips. Your fingers touched his wrist and he budged slightly. You angled your face closer to the left side of his head, hoping he’ll hear you better this way. “It’s me, Joel. I’m gonna get these off you, okay?”

Not waiting for the reply, you took out your knife and started to cut the thick, coarse rope binding Joel’s wrists. You winced at the burns underneath, but you managed not to cut him, which was a feat with how tight the ropes were. He was very still, probably not wanting to handicap you.

“Okay,” you whispered when the last of the thick strands were cut through, and you carefully slid the remnants of the rope from his wrists. “Now follow me, Tommy is…”

Your voice died down when Joel’s arms loosely slumped down, along with his head, and a second later his torso started tilting to the side before heavily hitting the ground.

Your heart stopped in your chest.

“No.” The whispered word escaped you when you hurried around him, now not caring about staying hidden. “No, no, no, please…”

You rolled Joel onto his back and only now saw the damage done to him – his nose broken, face covered in blood, a gash under his left ear, and a still bleeding gunshot wound in his arm. He didn’t look dead, didn’t have that lifeless emptiness around him, but his eyes were closed and his chest was still. You put your ear to his mouth, desperate to feel his breath on your skin, but…

No, it can’t be, it can’t…

You couldn’t feel anything.

“Joel,” you said quietly, taking his face between your hands, but tears were blurring your vision. “Come on, please open your eyes.” A choked sob broke out of your throat and you shook your head when he still didn’t even as much as stir. “Love, please…”

That’s when your eyes landed on a small, glass vial lying discarded some feet away. You looked from it to Joel, tears clouding your vision, and scrambled forward to check it out.

As you suspected, the syringe – because that’s what it turned out to be – had the traces of a thick, translucent liquid in it left. There wasn’t any writing on it, but the glass was clean, unlike various other bottles and wrappings scattered throughout the facility. You stared at it for a couple of seconds, then fixed your gaze on Joel again.

Just as the sound of footsteps started to echo down the hall.

You froze and strained your ears to make sure you didn’t imagine it, then took a look around the room. The doors were slightly ajar, but whoever was coming here, they couldn’t see you just yet. Panic seized your insides and you turned to Joel again.

“Sweetheart, please wake up,” you whispered pleadingly, shaking his shoulders and slapping his cheek lightly. “Come on, look at me, open your eyes…"

The steps were getting louder by the second. You tore the glove off your hand with your teeth and tried to very quickly check Joel’s pulse, but either in your panic you couldn’t find it, or the heartbeat was too slow for you to pick up.

You didn’t consider any other option.

There wasn’t much time left, so finally you left him and quietly went to hide behind the door, waiting for the incomer to walk in. Your hand reached for the gun on your belt.

And paused.

There couldn’t be any other option… right? Joel was alive, you just failed to find his pulse. He…

He was lying, still in the place you left him, and you couldn’t see his chest moving. The blood was flowing from the wound in his arm, staining his jacket and the floor… Your hand, the one holding the pistol, was covered in it, too…

Then you did something you never expected of yourself.

The gun stayed in its holster, and you went to grab from the ground one of the heavier pieces of debris you noticed before, a long metal pipe. Your hands tightened on the metal, and your eyes stayed on Joel’s lifeless form. You took a stifled, nervous breath. Then a deep, steadying one.

The person in the hall was really close now. Joel still didn’t appear to be moving or breathing, and it made your own chest feel tight and painful.

He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t.

But if they did this, if… if he won’t ever open his beautiful brown eyes again, say your name in that entricing raspy drawl…

The doors to your right opened and your face twisted in rage and resentment. Your muscles tensed and focus sharpened.

The man who walked through the door made a noise of surprise at the sight of Joel lying on the floor – and that inhaling sound, that maddening noise seemed to taunt you, because how dared he breathe when Joel’s own breath was stolen from him, when you weren’t sure if it was still there – right before you stepped forward and swung the pipe with all your might.

The man – dark skin, with short hair – fell down with a loud cry when the harsh metal hit him right in the temple. Your eyes scanned his figure for a weapon, and you hit him again, this time somewhere near his stomach, when he made a move to reach for his knife.

“What did you give him?!” you asked with malice and venom that were so alien to you, you almost didn’t recognize your voice. The man’s eyes focused on you for the first time when you kicked his blade away, and his confusion turned to anger.

“Crazy bitch!” he spat, heaving for air, and lunged at you, but the open wound in his skull must’ve slowed him down, because without any problem you managed to raise your makeshift weapon before he could grab you.

Since you met him so many years ago, you always had Joel to watch your back. Now you were alone, but somehow that thought didn’t scare you. It exhilarated you.

An unpleasant, hair-rising crack echoed in the room, followed by the stranger’s scream, when the heavy metal smashed the bones in the forearm.

“I asked… a simple, fucking, question!” you snarled at the man, bringing the pipe down again, aiming for his hand this time. He moved it away at the last second, which enraged you even more, so with a mad, frustrated scream, you smashed his knee, using the pipe’s momentum when it bounced off the floor. “What the fuck did you do to him?!!”

He screamed, loudly and terribly, cursing at you with every shaky breath he took, and–

You felt so unlike you, so… out of your skin, somehow… but you wanted to make him suffer. You wanted to know this inhuman cry of pain that was reverberating through the walls of the resort was your doing and your power over this bastard. Because of what they did to Joel.

Then a loud bang rang out in the air, and you instinctively ducked your head when a part of the door to your side was shot off. You dropped the pipe – no use for it now – and drew your gun, noticing with surprise that your heart was steady and your breath even, as if you didn’t almost get shot just now.

Another bullet was sent in your direction, and a woman’s voice yelled something inaudible, while you stood still and counted the seconds.

Three, two…

In a rapid movement, you came out of cover and aimed at the person standing in the hall, firing twice. The first bullet hit the woman in the arm while the second seemed to burrow itself in her stomach. She fell backwards with a curt cry, and the man lying at your feet roared with rage.

“No! You fucking bitch, leave her alone!!”

Your motions were almost automatic as you put your gun away and picked up the metal pipe again, its end splattered with blood. The man in front of you had to see something in your eyes – despair? emptiness? hatred? – because his face fell and he started quietly begging for you to stop and let him go. At least that’s what you assumed he was saying, because you didn’t listen to him one bit.

“Do not…” you started, unexpectedly calmly, bringing the end of the blunt weapon down. The impact caused his shinbone to break, and you lingered for just a moment to hear the bitter cracks of the shattered bones, “fucking… go anywhere. Don’t you dare move, hear me?”

The man didn’t answer, just cursed and wept in pain. The sound was horrible, but you almost didn’t notice it – or more accurately, didn’t care. Which would be even more concerning if you weren’t aware of the woman lying injured in the hall behind the door, and Joel, still unmoving and cold to the touch on the other side of the room.

Slowly, not hearing the black man’s cries or distant gunshots from where Tommy probably was taking down the enemies, and not caring about the blood of a stranger covering your jacket and pants, you dropped the pipe and took out your gun again. Then you made your way down the corridor, your eyes locked on the woman who shot at you.

She was groaning in pain, clutching at her stomach. When she noticed you, her hand reached for the pistol which lay discarded next to her, but you quickly lifted your own and aimed at her before she touched it.

“Don’t move,” you murmured, which would sound almost soft if it weren’t for the empty look in your eyes. The woman scanned you up and down, and slowly lifted her hands.

“Who are you?”

“What did you give him?” you asked like you didn’t hear her, coming closer to kick away her gun to the far end of the hall. The woman’s eyes followed the weapon, then shifted to you.

“Do you even know what that man did? What is he guilty of?”

“I know. Now answer the damn question. What did you give–”

The door on your left slammed open and you only had time to turn your head before a heavy body collided with you, pushing you to the wall. Your head hit the bricks with an echoing crack, knocking the breath out of you. A man who surprised you grabbed the material of your jacket and slammed you into the wall again, but you managed to grab his hair and yank it hard, which allowed you to step to the side and away from the point of disadvantage that being trapped against the wall was.

The man – taller than you, with a black eye and without one of the front teeth – was quick to recover, however, and catched the wrist of your hand that held the gun, pushing it to the side when you pulled the trigger. From the corner of your eye you could see the woman you shot curling up and covering her head, then trying to scamper away, but the wound in her stomach was a significant impediment.

You fired again, trying to wrestle the gun from the man, but his grip was strong and after a few seconds of struggle he managed to knock the weapon out of your grasp, sending it flying to where you kicked off the woman’s one earlier.

Not sooner than your hands were empty, his elbow collided with your face, hard, and you cried when a gush of blood started pouring from the broken nose and a cut on your lip. Fear washed over you, and sheer luck caused you to duck to the side in time, avoiding a fist to the temple.

You stumbled backwards a few unstable steps, breathing heavily. The guy was smirking, acting like he already won – but you weren’t about to die in this sleazy, stinky place, leaving Ellie all alone and never knowing why they abducted Joel in the first place.

Joel…

“You’ve made a huge mistake,” said the man quietly, taking one, then two steps forward and swinging again. You backed away a second time, feeling your heart pounding in panic and knowing you didn’t stand a chance against a man of his stature.

Finally your luck ran out, and the man managed to hit you in the jaw, making you taste blood on your tongue. Before you could recover, one of his hands shot forward and grabbed you by the throat, and then, still keeping his big hand on your neck, he brought your entire torso down, slamming you to the ground. You hit your head hard and the glass shards on the floor embedded themselves in your skin, but in the next moment the sound of your painful scream was cut short. The grip the man had on your throat tightened, and you started to have difficulty breathing.

Your eyes budged in fear as realization of what was happening dawned on you, and you started to kick and struggle wildly, reaching for your attacker’s face, but he moved out of reach, still putting his whole weight down on you.

Your fists were hitting his forearms, your nails scratching his cheeks, whatever to make him let go. But he didn’t, his hands still squeezing your throat so strongly and crushing your esophagus.

“After I kill you, I’ll go kill your friend,” your attacker snickered, smiling viciously as he watched ice-cold panic enveloping you. “He’s not worthy of keeping him alive that long, anyway.”

Something ignited inside you at his words.

Joel.

You suddenly remembered the many self-defense lessons Joel had given you, so that whenever he wasn’t there to protect you, you could do it yourself. He was always so afraid for your life…

Slowly and with great effort, your fingers crept down, searching for the handle of your hunting knife, while dark spots started to appear before your vision, partially covering the sneering face of the man crushing your windpipe. He said something else – something you didn’t even hear because of the ringing in your ears…

And then with the last bit of your strength, you yanked the knife out of its sheath and buried the blade in the side of his neck.

Several things happened simultaneously: the man cried in surprise and let you go, the woman shouted a warning – too late – and you swung your leg over him, straddling and stabbing the man over and over again. His neck, his chest, his face, you didn’t even see what you were hitting. Screaming your lungs out and burying the blade in him again, and again, and again.

And again.

With an outraged, desperate cry, the woman lunged at you, but the adrenaline coursing through your system made you not even register something cutting deeply the skin of your arm, your veins and muscles giving way. You spun around, tumbling with her to the ground, but quickly managed to pin her down, blocking her arms in place with your knees, and pressing the tip of your knife to her chest.

She immediately stopped moving.

“Last fucking chance,” you croaked with difficulty, your neck bruised and swollen. “What… did you give him?”

You didn’t know if it was the sight of you, bloodied and wounded, the fact that you just violently killed her friend, or something else entirely – but now the woman looked scared.

“Okay,” she whispered, trying not to breathe too deeply, and glanced nervously at the blade pressed against her skin. “Okay, I’ll tell you, just don’t… It was a tranquilizer. Nothing dangerous, we just put him to sleep for a couple of hours. He was putting up quite a fight and the guys were getting antsy that he’ll pull something off before–”

“He’s not breathing,” you rasped viciously, sputtering blood onto her face. The woman flinched and took a shaky breath.

“His heart rate is slowed down, but it doesn’t– it shouldn’t kill him.”

You clenched your teeth, then exhaled. Inhaled.

You have to take a grip of yourself. He is alive. He has to be…

Should be.

The weight with which you had pinned her to the ground became lighter, and the woman sighed with relief when you removed the sharp end from her chest.

“It shouldn’t… kill him?” you repeated emptily, trying to dismiss the pain in your throat when you were speaking.

“No.”

Your head was still buzzing, but you tried to push it to the side, to focus on what was important right now.

“Why… did you take him?”

And just with that one, quiet question, the woman’s expression changed. You were considering letting her go, since you already hurt her pretty badly, but the sudden shift in her behavior set off alarm bells in your head once more.

“He’s a murderer,” the woman said, as if it was the most obvious answer. “A monster that would do everyone a favor if he got put down.”

White, blinding fury flooded your veins and it felt almost as if electricity was cracking above your skin. Your hand held the knife tighter.

‘Put down’, like… like an animal. She was talking about the man you loved–

You weren’t able to stop the hatred and rage flowing out of every pore of your skin. In one swift motion you plunged the knife into the woman’s chest, making her choke and gasp in surprise.

“You cannot call him that,” you spluttered, barely able to speak from the pain. “You…”

And then your hand forced its way lower down, still holding the handle of your weapon. Cutting through the woman’s – now struggling and screaming in agony – abdomen and guts.

They went so far as to abduct Joel, they took him from you, hurt and shot him, wanted to torture him, to make him suffer before they ultimately kill him…

But they didn’t, he can’t be dead, he can’t–

The woman was conscious the entire time as you were ripping her insides apart, and her screams died down only after you reached the navel.

Your vision was blurry and faltering when you stood up, but your heart was still beating steadily. There was an echo of a scream in your ears, though you couldn’t tell if it was your or the dead woman’s voice.

There wasn’t anyone else in the hallway. In the back of your mind you hoped that Tommy took care of any remaining enemies, because if they’d come running here, you didn’t think you’d be able to hear them in time.

Clutching your injured arm, you slowly made your way to the room where you left Joel and the man who attacked you first. Your gun was lying near the entrance and you picked it up before pushing the door open and staggering inside.

The man wasn’t where you left him. Instead there was a big pool of blood, forming into a wide, smeared path leading further into the lobby. At the end of it you saw him, groaning and crawling to the exit.

You reloaded the gun and walked closer. At the sound, the man turned his head and his eyes widened when he saw you.

“You fucking psycho!” he spat, bracing himself on the elbow of his left arm – the only one still working. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! When she sees it, they’ll come for you, and they’ll make sure that the two of you will fucking pay for it!”

His words were flowing through you as you struggled to keep your vision focused. You felt weird – almost like waking up way too early and finding your body not listening to you entirely.

Then you realized. The hungry, burning anger was gone, the embers of hatred slowly dying out. There was only smoke and emptiness left inside you.

“I don’t care,” you mumbled, not loud enough for the man to hear you, but that didn’t matter – two seconds later he was dead, his brain splattered all over the floor behind him.

Your hand was shaking. Cold crept up your limbs, embracing and almost choking you as you breathed in, out, faster and faster as you finally comprehended what you did.

Your eyes moved down to the man’s indented knee, completely smashed into a bloody mess. The other limb was all wrong, his foot sticking in the opposite direction and no wonder he had to crawl to get away from you, you destroyed his legs, you…

You staggered backwards, your pupils darting to the hallway just for a second before returning to the battered corpse in front of you. The back of his skull was gone now, but how did he stay conscious for so long after you smashed his head with a metal pipe? There was so much blood on it… How much pain he must have felt after you left him?

And that woman… He begged you to leave her alone, and you… you ripped her open…

You moved back, back and further away, before tripping and falling to the floor. Your breaths were fast and shallow, and you reached for your neck, sore and swollen from almost being strangled, trying to will your lungs to work.

They were bad people. They took and hurt Joel, and planned to kill him. You had to kill them, they’d kill you in a heartbeat, they…

It wasn’t like you’ve never taken a life before, but it was the first time that you inflicted pain on somebody on purpose – not in self-defense, but because you wanted to retaliate. It was done in revenge.

You didn’t know for how long you had sat there when you heard someone saying your name. It sounded like… No, it couldn’t have been his voice, he was unconscious, he wasn’t breathing…

Suddenly, Tommy’s face appeared in your blurry field of vision – of course it was him, their voices were so similar, after all – and there was a deep crease between his brows. He looked worried and fearful, and–

“Snap out of it,” he said firmly, shaking your shoulders harder than he should have. Your name fell from his lips when you didn’t answer, and his eyes followed yours to a battered body on the floor. “Look at me. Look at me.” Tommy forcefully turned your chin in his direction, and his eyes were full of sorrow and pain. “You did what you had to do.”

You shook your head, swallowing the tears that streamed down your face. He didn’t know what you did. He didn’t understand what happened here, what happened with you… You yourself didn’t know what happened to you.

Tommy brought you closer to his chest, enveloping you in his strong embrace and the smell of leather and gunpowder. You choked on air, unable to stop the sobs racking your body, and deaf to his words, for the only thing you could hear were cracks of bones, screams of pain, and your own vengeful cries.

It was so loud in your mind that you almost missed a quiet grunt coming from behind you.

*****

Joel slowly opened his eye, then groaned and closed it again. He felt like shit and it was so hard to breathe, but he pushed through the pain and discomfort from the wound in his side, and tried again.

The first thing he saw was the greenish curtain, hiding the rest of the room from him, but judging by the fact that he was lying in bed, alive, with apparently all his wounds dressed, he figured it wasn’t the same place that group of angry youngsters took him to.

Lifting his head and turning it to the other side was a tremendous task, but it was so worth it – because there was you. Sitting in a chair next to him, asleep and with your head lying on folded arms on his bed. Joel smiled softly, but then furrowed his brows as a pang of anxiety shot right through him.

Your face was a mess, with cuts and bruises healing, your brow was split, and one of your forearms had a bandage wrapped around it, now a little dirty around the edges. Joel couldn’t see clearly, but your neck seemed… dark, as if the skin was bruised there, too.

What the hell happened?

He lifted his arm – the tingles and needles pierced his stiff limb – and brushed your cheek lightly, trying to wake you.

“Darlin’...” he murmured, and you stirred. He tried to say it again, louder this time, but his throat was scratchy and he winced at the feeling. There was no need for it, however, because in the next moment your eyes fluttered open and then widened when you took in the sight of him, realizing he’s awake.

“Joel!” Your hands – God, he missed the feeling of them – cupped his face gently, and your eyes filled with tears in the matter of seconds. “Oh my god, baby…”

“Hey, hey, I’m fine,” he breathed out quickly, not wanting to see you cry. “It’s okay, darlin’... I’m here.”

You sobbed with a dazzling smile, your beautiful eyes dancing across his features before you darted forward and pressed your lips to his firmly. Joel could almost taste the desperation and worry in your shaky breaths and tears that fell from your eyes and onto his tongue. He wanted to tangle his fingers in your hair and bring you in closer, but a sudden, sharp pain pierced his arm when he tried to move it, and he hissed into your mouth.

“Sorry,” you whispered and moved away quickly, letting out a broken laugh and brushing the unruly strands of hair away from his forehead. “I’m just so happy you’re okay.”

Joel wanted to ask what exactly had happened while he was out, but before he got a chance, you leaned in again and started softly peppering his face in kisses – first his cheek, then his forehead, then the tip of his nose and his chin. And Joel didn’t have the heart to stop you.

And that’s how Ellie found you both. She gagged when she saw the display of affection, but there was a grin on her face when he looked over at her.

“Gross,” she scrunched her nose. “But I’m glad to see you awake.”

“Yeah, well, I still feel pretty shitty,” he grunted, scanning the kid for any injuries, but she didn’t look any worse for the wear. His eyes strayed to your neck again, and the concern came back double-barreled. “What happened to you, sweetheart? Where–”

“I’ll… go get the doctor.” You stood up abruptly before he could finish, and looked over at Ellie. “Will you stay with him?”

“Yeah. Sure.” The teen shrugged, but now was avoiding Joel’s eyes, and he felt more uneasy and agitated by the second.

“Okay. Be right back, love. Gonna grab you some water, too.” You squeezed his hand and smiled. Joel’s eyes escorted you, and when he made sure you were out of the earshot, he turned to Ellie.

“What happened?”

“Well.” The teen blew out her cheeks and went to take a seat you previously occupied. “You were attacked during the patrol…”

“Yeah, no, that I remember,” Joel interrupted quietly. “They shot me, took me to that ski resort. But how am I here? Did she…”

He trailed off. Ellie looked at the curtain you disappeared behind, then back at Joel. “Listen, I wasn’t there, so m’not sure,” she mumbled quietly. “But after she and Tommy got you out, she was sorta… different.”

“Different how?” he asked sharply. Ellie bit the inside of her cheek, looking away. “Ellie.”

“I don’t know, okay?” she answered in a sudden burst. “She looked like hell. You saw her neck, I think someone tried to choke her, and she had an ugly cut on her leg, a fuckton of cuts and bruises… And the doctor spent hours getting all the glass shards out of her.”

Joel got up as much as he could, feeling a pit of anxiety rising in his chest. Ellie was silent for a while before she spoke again, this time surprisingly softly.

“Remember when you beat the shit out of that soldier when we were escaping QZ in Boston?” Joel nodded slightly – she did, too. “Yeah. She had a similar… kind of look on her face, and it looked… not exactly scary, but alien.” The teen looked up. “My guess is she did some fucked up shit to get to you. Tommy said she’s been having real bad nightmares since then, but he doesn’t want to tell me–”

Ellie snapped her mouth shut at the sound of footsteps, and a few seconds later you emerged from behind the curtain. You had a tall glass of water in your hand and a small, hopeful smile that grew when your eyes fell on Joel’s face.

“I know you’d probably prefer something stronger, but water will do you good,” you said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were just talking about you. Joel watched as you carefully sat down at the edge of his bed and put down the glass onto the table to his side. “One of the nurses will come here in a couple of minutes. You were unconscious for a couple of days so they want to make sure everything is okay.”

“I told you I’m fine, darlin’...”

“Please.” You gently took his hand in both of yours, staring at him with concern. “For me?”

Joel looked you over, his eyes lingering on your bruised neck and the bandage around your thigh which he didn’t notice before. Then he glanced at Ellie with worry, not knowing how to approach this problem or ask what exactly happened to you.

Your eyes were a little red and puffy, and he briefly thought about what the kid said: that you have had terrible nightmares, that apparently you went through some sort of hell to save him. It seemed that whatever you had done, it took its heavy toll on you. And he couldn’t bear it.

Joel hated the thought of you risking your life for him, of the experience branding you so deeply that you lost sleep because of it.

Because of him.

The only thing he could do right now was to be there for you. And maybe – just maybe, if he tried hard enough – to do something about those of your scars that he couldn’t see.

He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time.

“Okay,” came his soft answer, to which you smiled with relief. “Whatever you wish, darlin’.”

No snarky remark, no groaning or muttering could be heard from Ellie, and that worried Joel much more than he’d ever admit. He exchanged a worried look with her while you were distracted, drawing patterns on the back of his hand with tender fingers.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he heard you say quietly, though it was unclear whether you were talking to him or yourself.

Either way, Joel squeezed your hand tighter, now feeling oddly afraid of letting go.

“Yes, darlin’,” he confirmed in a soothing manner. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Ice skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Not me saying I’m back then disappearing for a week… I made this chapter a bit longer as an apology. I also saw the Arctic monkeys on Tuesday so I was a bit focused on that lmao. Excuse any grammatical errors, typos and Miguel being ooc. Also there will probably be only 2 or 3 chapters left of this series before I start working on my academic rival series.

(Y/N)- your name.

Cursing, angst (?), fluff (???) , mostly reader and friends but Miguel shows up at the end, promise it’s worth it.

Word count: 1.8k

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Chapter 11: Sad to see you go, was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay.

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You felt your body fill with anxiety as you watch Kate cross out another box on the whiteboard in your shared dorm, it felt like you had blink and suddenly the time flow would passed you, leaving you at the beginning of midterms, and regionals coming close the following Friday, you felt like if you blinked again time will fly out ass you again. You weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted or not. It’s like time was either moving antagonizing slow or so fast it was almost dizzying.

“Do you have a Halloween costume picked out for the party we’re gonna go to on frat row yet?” Kate’s question made your head snapped over to your shared bathroom, not even realizing that she had moved from the whiteboard in the first place.

“Maybe i should lay off the coffee…” you thought to yourself before shaking your head, it took you a second to realize she can’t see you from were you sat on top of your bed, before clearing your throat slightly to reply. “No I haven’t, have you?”

“Nah, I was gonna go after my last class, if you want I can wait for you and Logan to get out of practice and we can go as a group.” Kate offered as you heard the water from the sink start to run, probably Kate doing her skincare.

“Yeah, I'm down, I’ll ask Logan later.” You smiled, the thought of doing so silly yet mundane as going to Spirit Halloween to look at costumes and having each other set off the display animatronics in the store would help you calm down from the stress of the past two months and the anxiety you were feeling for the upcoming few days.

“Yay!” Kate squealed in excitement, causing you to chuckle at her reaction as the water from the skin was shut off, before she walked out with a big grin on her face, her hands still rubbing her moisturizer into her neck.

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“I think I'm gonna be a vampire.” Logan said as he grabbed a random costume package with his free hand, the other one holding a pumpkin spice latte, the one he insisted on buying for you, him and Kate, saying it would go with the “fall activities vibes” if you guys weren’t drinking the lattes while costume shopping.

“Mmm,” Kate hummed as she took a quick sip of her own latte, her hand coming up to wipe some of the liquid that started to run down her chin due to how quickly she brought the drink back down. “I thought we should all wear matching costumes this year.” She smiled as she looked at you and Logan, her expression brightening at the thought.

You let out a snort, a hand coming up to cover your smile as you let out a small giggle at the thought of you three matching. “What are we going to do then? I don’t think there’s a lot of 2 girls and 1 guy costumes out there.” You point out, your hand coming down from covering your mouth, also taking a sip of your drink.

“I’ve already convinced my boyfriend to do one with us.” Kate said in almost a smug attitude, seemingly proud of herself for already having this whole thing planned out before you and Logan could get a chance to agree. “We should go as the teen titans.” She added, being a big fan of the show since her boyfriend made her watch it last year.

Logan gave her a confused look, “Aren’t there 5 of them? We’d still be missing a person.” He pointed out as he placed the vampire costume back where it was hanging before he grabbed it. Your eyes travel back to Kate, watching her excitement falter slightly.

“Shit… you’re right.” Kate mumbled before letting out a groan. You gave her a sympathetic pout, your hand going up to her shoulder in a playful attempt to give faux comfort, before her face lit up once more, Logan and you exchanged a knowing smirk. “Oh I know! His roommate! Boom that’s 5! So you guys in?” She asked, but you and Logan both knew resistance was futile when Kate had something on her mind, no matter how much you’d protest, she’d find a way to get her way regardless.

You let out a sigh, before nodding your head, the ends of your mouth twitching up into a small smile. “Okay, okay.” You say with a giggle, your smile widens when Kate starts to jump up and down while letting out a small squeal from joy and excitement.

“Hey hey, I didn’t agree to this.” Logan said after a beat, crossing his arms. His words and body language instantly made Kate stop her little celebration.

“Wh-“ she stuttered, her eyes widened and her bottom lip trembled slightly, she almost looked like a kicked puppy. You were about to turn towards Logan and hit him on his arm, when he started to laugh at her expression.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I’ll do it.” He smirked, taking a sip of his latte.

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With the costume planning out of the way, you were slightly more at ease, despite the small amount of importance that it was compared to what else you had going on, the ability to cross it off your to-do list gave you some more sense of control with life regardless. Kate had decided to take up the responsibility to buy everything and all you had to do was wear the costume when it was time for the Halloween parties that was set to happen on frat row at the end of the month, most likely going to end up jumping from one party to another.

Pushing the thought to the back of your mind as you put on your skates, Logan was a bit preoccupied trying to get a number from one of the new members of the figure skating team, having only 30 minutes left until your practice starts, and knowing him, he’ll find a way to get it. You take off your skate guards and step onto the ice, as you wait for Logan and Couch Kavinsky to show up. Deciding to mess around on the ice while you wait, marking your moves for the short program when you heard a nickname you haven’t heard in a while.

“Hey Ice princess.” God who knew 3 words could make you feel like you were losing all ability to function like a human being, you almost lost your balance as you come to a stop and face the source of the voice, your train of thought did stop though, and your ability to talk was thrown out the window as well. You look like a deer caught in headlights, Miguel would have thought it was cute if it was for the pit of anxiety he felt in his stomach as he walked to the edge of the rink, but not getting in. If Miguel told himself from a few years ago that he gets nervous around you, hell, if he told himself from 2 months ago he felt nervous around you, he’d laugh in his own face. Yet here he was, standing in front of the girl he’s been thinking nonstop about despite the fact you had ghosted him after the kiss, butterflies in his stomach that he’s desperately trying to stomp dead. Trying.

It wasn’t working.

“Hey…” You finally managed to finally spit out, although your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. “You know it’s Monday right? We have the ice till 5.” You managed to say a bit louder, finding more confidence in your words, your arms crossing in front of your chest. You watched as Miguel stepped onto the ice, you didn’t even notice that he had his skates on, and made his way towards you. The fact he was currently ignoring your question was pissing you off a little, but you decided not to speak on it. Miguel finally came to a stop once he was in front of you, giving you a quick look over as a smirk formed on his face, one he would always give you before saying some rude or sarcastic remark, you let out a short huff of air through your nose, your lips formed into a thin line, as your eyebrows scrunched together. “If you’re gonna say something rude, I’m not in the-“

Your words quickly stopped coming from your lips when you felt a sudden pressure on them, a sudden pressure from Miguel’s lips. This wasn’t the first time he pulled a sneak attack kiss on you, but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t make your brain short circuit and your heart to bang against your ear drums. Your eyes fluttered shut as he wraps his arms around you, one around your waist and the other on your back, you found yourself kissing back without even realizing it, as you bring your hands up to his chest. This kiss was a lot different from the first one, the first time, it was heated, it was sloppy, it was almost animalistic, all the pent up aggression and frustration between the two of you being released through the make-out session, it was almost like a hatefuck, with out the actual fucking. It was a bit closer to the second smaller kiss he gave you after the make-out session, loving? Was that the right word? It was soft, gentle, warm, yet loving didn’t feel like the right description for what you felt for each other. You didn’t love him, and he didn’t love you…right?

His arms moved so he was now holding your hips, and despite the tender kisses he was giving you, you couldn’t stop your mind from running a mile a minute. You were in love with him. You couldn’t be, you couldn’t imagine yourself in a relationship with him right?

Wait.

Relationship.

Miguel was in a relationship.

Fuck-

You swiftly push him away from you, causing you to glide backwards slightly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you attempt to catch your breath and your train of thought. Miguel just looked at you confused, wondering why you pushed him away like you weren’t returning the kiss in the first place.

“You-you’re-“ you stuttered as you shook your head, your body feeling on fire despite the air conditioning blasting about you two. “Um ... you should go ...my coach is gonna be here soon…” you managed to spit out after a few seconds, glancing at the time, then dropping your gaze to the floor, your gloves hand coming up to nervously scratch at your cheek.

“(Y/N)-“ he starts to say your name but was stopped when the double doors opened up, you glanced up and saw Logan coming in with a smile on his face (mostly likely from him successfully getting the phone number) but the smile drops slightly and his pace slows down a bit as he give you a confused look.

“What are you doing here O’Hara? We’ve got the rink til 5.” Logan said to him as he neared the ice, Miguel didn’t answer, rather he just shook his head and made his way off the ice, but not before giving you one more quick glance as he skates past Logan who’s now on the ice. You didn’t really catch much of it, but the look in his eyes made a shiver run down your spine.

You blamed it on the air conditioning.

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years

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Thank God You Introduced Me to Your Sister (Vi x Fem!Reader)

Part One - Heated Flirting

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Part One | Final Part

Author Note: You're lying to yourself if you can listen to this song and not imagine Vi.

Word Count: 5061

Warnings: Dom Vi, smut, fingering, face-sitting, edging, non-exclusive dating, awkward conversations, The Last of Us 2 spoilers

Summary: You head to Mylo's house expecting to hang out alone for once, but that expectation is immediately crushed when you see his friends there. Things start taking a turn when his sister comes downstairs...

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time as you approach Mylo’s house. This is the first time you’re going to be at his house since you started dating a month ago. Usually, you’d meet up at the roller rink with your friends, but he wanted to hang out at home today since it’s supposed to rain. How does that affect going out to a café or something, you don’t know. Truthfully, you think it’s because he wants to play that new video game he got for his birthday. It’s all he talked about for a week every time you saw him.

You don’t mind hanging out at his place, but this will be the first time you meet his family. When you asked if it would be just the two of you, he said that his older sister would be home as well. That was almost enough to get you to say ”no” but he promised you’d get to hang out alone. So, here you are standing outside of his house filled with anxiety. You definitely weren’t at a point to meet his family, so if you decide to call this quits… it’ll be very awkward.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door before taking a few steps back. You nervously glance down at your outfit, a simple pair of jeans with your favorite flannel covering your top. ‘Should I have worn something fancier? Maybe I should have picked out my cleaner-looking converse? Fuck, it’s too late to go home and change anyway.’ You’re pulled out of your panic by the sound of the door opening and you snap your head up.

“You could have texted me that you’re here, Y/n.” Mylo sighs, “I would have met you at the door.” He opens the door wider for you to come inside. You roll your eyes as you take your shoes off.

“I did. You probably didn’t look at your phone after I told you I was on my way.” You raise an eyebrow at him as you tuck your keys into your pocket. You glance up at the stairs before turning back to him with your hands on your hips.

“Shit, sorry. I got caught up playing that new zombie survival game.” Mylo clears his throat awkwardly, and you have to stop yourself from smirking, “Anyway, come on, we’re hanging out in the living room.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to the room. When you get there you can’t help but feel a little angry seeing his friends sprawled around the floor. ‘There wasn’t any mention of his friends being here. He said that we’d be alone, not… this.’ You frown slightly.

“Hey, guys! Y/n’s here.” Mylo announces and his friends greet you before going back to their game. He tells you where the bathroom is and you nod. You take a seat on the couch next to him as he argues with one of the guys about something. Meanwhile, you were wondering why you’ve never had a single moment alone with him that was longer than five minutes.

“So what are you guys playing?” You ask Marc as he hands the controller over to Mylo.

“Just a regular co-op zombie shooter game. We wanted to play Smash Bros but Mylo’s sister won’t let him borrow her switch.” Marc shrugs, “Apparently she needs it for something.” You nod your head and watch your boyfriend yell at his friends. Your phone buzzes and you open the text from your friend - ‘Get any alone time with Mylo? ;)’ You scoff quietly and shake your head at the message. ‘I wasn’t planning on doing anything with him, but some quiet time together would’ve been nice.’ You tuck your phone into your pocket and turn your attention back to the group. They were still shouting at each other and panicking that the zombies were getting through.

“MYLO, FOR FUCKS SAKE, KEEP YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS OUT OF MY STUFF!” You hear someone scream, followed by footsteps pounding down the stairs. Curious, you turn your head to the sound and nearly choke on your own spit. A woman comes around the corner with an annoyed glare on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. ‘Fuck, she’s hot, even with a glare on her face.’ Your eyes widen at her large muscles and tatted arms. A definite weakness of yours. The guys pause the game in a hurry as Mylo practically jumps off of the couch.

“Vi!” Mylo hisses anxiously, “Not in front of the guys!” He motions to his friends on the floor. Oh, she’s his older sister… Wait. SHE’S his older sister?! Ah, shit, and she’s totally my type.’ You lower your head.

“Not in front of the guys!” Vi mocks him, “Where the fuck are my Docs, Mylo? I told you to stop taking my shoes. Aren’t they a little too big for your tiny feet?” She rolls her eyes. You raise an eyebrow in amusement as Mylo glances at you with a panicked look in his eyes. ‘I didn’t know he liked Docs. He never said anything when I talked about them.’

“They’re in Claggor’s room. I was going to give them back… eventually.” Mylo hesitates and glances at you again. ’Is he looking at me because he’s embarrassed?’ His sister follows his gaze and you make eye contact with her. ’She has beautiful eyes…’ Her eyebrows go up as she turns to him.

“Is she one of your friends?” Vi asks. Mylo suddenly seems to puff up at her question.

“No, actually, she’s my girlfriend.” Mylo says smugly and it has you raising your eyebrows. ‘Where the hell did that come from? We’re just dating.’ Vi’s eyebrows go up as well but her face brightens in amusement.

“Your… girlfriend.” Vi responds slowly, as if testing the words, “Why am I learning about her now?”

“Because you don’t always have to be in my business.” Mylo scoffs, but Vi ignores him and walks past her brother to approach you. ‘Wait. Wait. Wait, she’s coming to me?!’ You panic for a moment as she comes over and she stops in front of you, holding her hand out.

“I’m Vi.” Vi introduces herself, “That dweeb’s older sister. What’s your name?” You blink and shake her hand, idly noting that they’re soft yet calloused. ‘I wonder what she does for her hands to be like this.’

“I’m Y/n.” You smile, trying not to melt when she gives you one in return. You stare at each other for a moment, a smirk flashing onto Vi’s face before she lets go of your hand.

“Okay, now you’ve met her. I told you where your boots are. Can my friends and I hang out in peace?” Mylo huffs and crosses his arms. ‘There he goes again with the friends thing.’ You roll your eyes, awkwardly glancing away when you notice that Vi saw you.

“Ah, I’ll hang around for a bit. I’ve got nowhere to be today, and I’ve got a new person to get to know.” Vi shrugs, plopping down next to you on the couch. You don’t miss the way your heart flutters by that action. Mylo throws his hands up in exasperation but doesn’t protest what his sister does. He takes his seat and gets back into the game without a word to either of you. You and Vi sit quietly next to each other and watch the guys play their games. You can’t help but feel a bit agitated, fidgeting in your seat, knowing that the woman is next to you. There was something about her that you couldn’t help but be very attracted to, so it wasn’t long before you caved into speaking to her.

“So, do you attend Piltover-Zaun University? Or do you go somewhere else?” You glance at her from the corner of your eye.

“I go to the university, but I finished my classes early for this semester.” Vi turns to you and you follow her lead. You curl up on the couch, giving Vi all of your attention without much thought.

“Really?! I wish I could, but one of my professors has the courses locked.” You groan, feeling a little jealous, “I want to be done with my courses.”

“Ah, you could always do your work here. I can keep you company.” Your heart flutters a bit at the words. ‘I don’t know if that’s meant to be friendly or an invitation for sex… but that smile she’s giving me doesn’t help me figure it out.’

“I’ll have to think about it. I wouldn’t want to impose or anything.” You shake your head.

“I’m offering.” Vi chuckles, “It can get lonely when you’re doing things on your own.”

“Yeah, it can.” You nod, “...Do you do anything outside of college? Like a hobby or something?”

“I’m a boxer and I also do weightlifting. Those are my main things.”

“Really?” You gasp, “I’ve always wanted to weightlift but I’m way too shy to workout in a gym.” People always tell you that no one looks, but that didn’t help. You really were just too shy to work out in the gym. No one you asked would go with you so you stopped asking.

“Awe that’s cute, maybe you need someone to go with you. That should make it easier.”

“You’re not going to offer?” You playfully gasp, “I set it up so nicely too!”

“Maybe I just want you to ask me.” Vi shrugs playfully, flashing you a smile. You suck in a breath. ‘She’s definitely flirting. Fuck.’

“Hey, Y/n!” Mylo calls to you, “Come play!” He waves a controller at you and you hesitate. ‘I kind of want to talk to Vi more… and I really don’t want to play against him.’

“You’re playing against me, Harpy!” Marc motions you over, “It’s only a fair fight!”

“Hey!” Mylo cries out and you snort.

“Go play or we’ll never hear the end of it.” Vi nudges you. You bite your lip and nod at her.

“Alright, dumbass, I’m coming.” You stand up, “Talk to you later, Vi.” You wave at her before snatching the controller from Mylo. You sit down and end up going a few rounds with Marc as the others cheer you on. They crack some jokes that are not very funny but you fake-laugh with them. Sometime between matches, Vi disappears and you feel your mood drop a bit. Marc seems to be the only one who notices as he starts going easier on you. That drop in mood ends up making you lose the last match and you call it, handing the controller off to someone else.

“Hey, Mylo. I’m gonna grab a drink.” You say to him and he nods.

“There’s soda and stuff on the counter in the kitchen.” Mylo says without taking his eyes off of the screen, “Help yourself.” You shake your head as you walk into the kitchen. ‘I think I’m gonna leave soon. I don’t really feel any chemistry with Mylo and the only person I hang out with is Marc.’ You stop in the doorway and take a moment to scan the room. You find the drinks sitting on the center island and grab a cup. Now that there weren’t people shouting in your ears, you can hear the rain going on outside. You hum to yourself as you pour out some of the soda. You glance towards the living room and decide to stay in the kitchen until you finish your drink. Idly, you lean up against the sink casually sipping while you look around the area. A sound from the door makes you turn your attention to it and you see Vi walk into the kitchen. You pause mid-drink, eyes sliding up her body as you take in how she looks in workout clothes. ‘Holy shit, she has a body of a God.’ Your clit throbs at the thought of being underneath her.

“Are you okay there?” Vi’s voice snaps you out of your staring. You blink and blush when you realize that you’ve been caught staring. In the time you’ve been ogling her body, Vi had already poured herself a drink and leaned up against the center island. ‘Fuck, think of an excuse. Think of an excuse!’ You panic seeing her amused smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just- okay, this might be a stupid question… but, is that your natural hair color?” You ask sheepishly, hoping she doesn’t realize it's a deflection. Truthfully, you were a bit surprised by the shockingly pink hair she sports, but it didn’t seem like it is hair dye. If it was, it fits her very well. Your question earns you a chuckle that makes your pulse speed up.

“It’s natural.” Vi gives you a bright smile, “You’re not the first person to ask. My mom’s hair was purple and my little sister’s hair is blue.”

“Oh thank the Gods!” You sigh in relief, “It wasn’t a stupid question.”

“Eh, it was cute.” Vi chuckles, making you blush a little harder, “So, how the hell did a girl like you end up with my brother?”

“Ah, well… my friend group is kind of mixed in with his. He showed up at a get-together we had last month and he asked me out.” You swirl the soda around in your cup, “I didn’t have anyone I was interested in, so I saw no harm in it.”

“No harm?” Vi raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow, “You wouldn’t have said that if you were completely into him. Come on, you can tell me the truth.” She teases you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You glance back at the guys, all of them sitting on the floor and shouting at each other. ‘I know she’ll listen to what I have to say…’

“There’s nothing to tell.” You say nonchalantly, turning your gaze back to her, “I’m not his girlfriend and we’re not even exclusive. We’ve only gone on a couple of dates.”

“I know.” Vi puts down her cup and approaches you, “You didn’t confirm what he said, and even looked a bit confused by his words.”

“Yeah, I didn’t have the chance to correct him.” You sigh and put your empty cup down, “I’m going to have to talk to him about it. I don’t understand why he’d lie about that.”

“I do.” Vi leans against the counter in front of you, “He didn’t want to be embarrassed. My brother isn’t really the kind of guy that girls are interested in. My other siblings and I have had our fair share of relationships and flings. Him, on the other hand? Not so much… He was trying to look cool.”

“That’s no excuse to lie.” You cross your arms, feeling annoyed, “In front of me, too.”

“You’re right.” Vi nods, moving closer to you, “It’s not an excuse and it wasn’t okay.” She puts her hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“Honestly, today was my last chance to see if he cared enough.” You have to look away from her, feeling flustered at the closeness, “He ruined it the moment I showed up.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here… even if my brother messed up.” Vi smiles, “I wouldn’t have gotten to meet a cute girl like you.” You blush and this time you know she sees it.

“Thanks.” You clear your throat, “I’m gonna head back in there if you’d like to join?”

“Ah, sure. Let me shower and I’ll come back down.” You nod and head out of the kitchen. ‘So she’s definitely into women. And I’m definitely into her. I thought I was going to die when she was that close to me.’ You take your seat on the couch and blankly watch the guys. Leave it to you to be into someone’s sister. Your mind wanders to the thought of Vi in the shower and you snap yourself out of it. ‘That is not a thought to have. No. No, don’t think like that.’ You scold yourself.

It’s not long before Vi comes back and takes a seat next to you. A pleasant-smelling cologne comes from her direction and you have to stop yourself from commenting on it. Subconsciously, you move closer to Vi and nudge her, “What took you so long? I thought I was going to die of boredom!” You joke.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Vi chuckles, “I got a bit too deep in thought while I was in the shower.”

“That happens to me sometimes. I love being under the hot water but I also think a lot when I’m in the shower.” You catch Vi shamelessly eyeing you and she winks when your eyes meet.

“I can only imagine.” Vi says silkily and your body flushes with heat. You clear your throat and turn away to hide your blush.

“Anyway, I’m probably going to go home soon.”

“I think you should stay a little longer. I’m enjoying your company.” You feel Vi’s hand on your thigh and you swallow hard. ‘If I felt like I was going to die earlier, I’m dying right now.’ You glance at her but she’s looking somewhere else.

“I might… uh…” Your mind feels a bit fuzzy, too distracted by the heat of her hand, “Excuse me.” You squeak out and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Mylo glances at you curiously. ‘Oh, so now you’re paying attention to me?’

“The bathroom.” You quickly respond, feeling Vi’s eyes on you as you turn the corner. You hurry up the stairs, remembering the instructions Mylo gave you, and lock yourself in the bathroom. You exhale heavily, pressing your palms against the countertop as you try to steady yourself. You were really feeling Vi and it’s clear that she’s feeling you as well. You shake your head and turn the water on to splash your face. ‘I’ll just tell her that it’s too soon. That I don’t want to do anything with her...’ The wet feeling of your panties says otherwise and you sigh knowing that you’re in a tough situation.

“Why does his sister have to be so attractive and into me?” You pout before opening the door. You freeze when you see Vi leaning up against the wall across from you.

“What took you so long? I thought I was going to die from boredom.” Vi says with a teasing smile. Any thoughts you had about telling her you weren’t interested vanish from your mind. Because, fuck, you’re very interested.

“I wanted to see if you’d come and get me.” You step in front of her, “And you did.”

“I think… you needed to get away from me.” Vi whispers, her face right in front of yours, “Or am I wrong?”

“Like I said… I wanted you to come and get me.” You whisper back. Vi smirks and grabs your hand, leading you down the hallway and into her bedroom. Her walls were covered in various things like anime fanart, boxing, and some band posters. There was also a collection of polaroids that you assume are of her and her friends. You hear the lock on the door click behind you and butterflies erupt in your stomach. ‘I’m alone with her now.’

“You can sit down.” Vi chuckles and pulls you over to the bed.

“Sorry, I was a bit distracted by your room. Is that a Last of Us poster?” You point out the poster on the wall as you sit next to her.

“Yup, it’s one of my favorite games. The second one fucked with me though.” Vi snorts, “Seeing Ellie spiral like that and then the switch that they pulled with Abby? Ugh, I genuinely thought I was going to cry in the final fight.”

“I did cry while playing the final fight.” You giggle, “I had such a crush on Abby and Ellie that it pained me. I think I was reading hurt/comfort fanfiction for a while after that.” You and Vi get comfortable on her bed as you converse. You two sit facing each other, knees touching without much thought.

“Noo, not the fanfiction!” Vi snickers, “I managed to not fall down that rabbit hole… at least for that fandom.” You start laughing and Vi joins in. You slowly stop, staring into her eyes as you become entranced by the way they sparkle in the light.

“Can I kiss you?” Vi whispers, leaning into you.

“Please do.” You breathe out. Vi’s lips are on yours the moment you give her permission. You practically melt in her arms as you’re pulled onto her lap. The kiss is hot, needy, and you’re definitely turned on. Her hands are firmly grabbing your waist, keeping you in place so you’re where she wants you to be.

“Do you… want to take this further?” Vi gives you a sly smirk. You raise an eyebrow and push her down onto the bed.

“Of course I do.” You smirk back, “How can I pass you up?”

“Good, because I really want you to ride my face.” Vi confesses and your jaw drops.

“Vi!” You laugh, “Did you really just say that?”

“I’ll say it again if you want me to.” Vi grins at you, “I want to feel your thighs tremble around me when you orgasm.” You stare down at her with a pleasantly surprised grin.

“Alright then.” You smirk and strip in front of her, taking your time to give her a show. You had worn your favorite bra and pantie set, even though you had no intentions of having sex. Sometimes wearing it gave you the little confidence boost you needed. You hear Vi suck in a breath and you watch in amusement as she hurries to take off her clothes.

“Damn.” You breathe out, taking in her abs and the tattoo covering her back. You were definitely going to be sitting on that woman’s face. You push Vi back down and make out with her, letting her remove your bra and panties in the process. Vi flips you over so that you’re beneath her this time You were still in a bit of shock that you were up in her room, but you weren’t going to let that stop you. Especially not when Vi’s hand finds its way between your legs and she’s giving your clit the attention it was craving. You moan against her lips, her tongue stealing your breath away as she abuses your clit. It’s almost laughable how quickly your orgasm builds from that alone.

“Vi, I’m gonna-” You whine when she moves her hand, denying you of your release.

“Not yet, princess.” Vi purrs, slipping her fingers into your soaked cunt.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Vi breathes out, “Did I make you that wet?”

“You were practically eye-fucking me earlier.” You pant, your breath hitching as Vi presses her fingers to your g-spot, “Yes, yes you-” You moan loudly as she fingers you faster, cutting off your sentence. You dig your nails into her shoulders, desperately needing something to steady yourself. Her fingers felt so good and the mixture of pleasure and her cologne makes your head spin. Once again, you feel your orgasm building and you practically fuck yourself on her fingers.

“Are you going to cum for me, darling?” Vi whispers in your ear.

“Yes, yes, I am!” You gasp as she thrusts her fingers into your g-spot.

“Well, I can’t have that, can I?” Vi chuckles.

“Vi, please!” You groan in aggravation as she removes her hand again, “Please make me cum.” You beg her.

“Oh, I will.” Vi smirks, sucking you off her fingers, “But, I did say I want you to ride my face.” You huff and grab her shoulders, turning so she’s the one with her back to the bed. You crawl up her body and Vi helps you position yourself over her mouth.

“You better let me cum or I’ll suffocate you.” You playfully threaten her.

“What a wonderful way to die.” Vi purrs and you can’t hold in your laugh. In the middle of your laughter, Vi brings your hips down and licks along your slit.

“Fuuck.” You groan in surprise, feeling her laughter against your cunt, “You’re such a fucking tease.” You huff and lower yourself the rest of the way. Vi doesn’t hesitate to slip her tongue into you with a moan leaving her lips at the taste of you. It’s seconds later that you’re scrambling to grip the headboard as she eats you out. You can’t even begin to describe how skillful Vi is with her tongue. The sounds coming from below you are fucking obscene with how greedily she laps at you. Through your moaning, you can hear and feel her muffled ones. Even though you’re the one on top, Vi is clearly the one in control as she fucks you on her tongue. Her grip on your hips is bruising but she has no issue keeping your body steady as your thighs start to tremble. ‘I guess those muscles aren’t for show.’ You moan, that knot in your abdomen getting tighter by the second.

“Don’t you dare stop this time.” You try to say firmly, but it comes out as a plea. You were right there and you didn’t know if you could handle being denied a third time. You were desperately grinding your pussy against her, one hand tangling in her hair as you do. You were chasing your orgasm at this point and Vi didn’t let up. If anything, she paid extra attention to that sweet spot of yours.

“Ahh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, grinding down harder. The tension in your abdomen is at its peak and you’re throwing your head back with a loud moan as it snaps. Your hips lose all motion as your body stills, your orgasm tearing through you and making your thighs shake. You temporarily lose your senses as you squirt on Vi’s tongue, cumming harder than you have in a while.

You pant as you try to catch your breath, shakily lifting yourself off of Vi and feeling a bit disoriented. You feel Vi’s hands back on your hips as she helps you sit on her bed. She wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you as your mind clears from the fog it’s in.

“Shit.” You laugh incredulously, “If I knew you fucked like that I would’ve been in here a lot sooner.”

“If I knew you tasted that good, I would’ve asked you to come up a lot sooner.” Vi grins, your cum glistening on her lips. You sit there grinning at each other until you hear your phone ping from somewhere in the room. You slide off of the bed, wobbling slightly, and grab your phone from your pants pocket. ‘Five missed messages?’ You open the most recent one to see that they’re all from your friend. ‘Leaving me on read?! Damn, I guess you are fucking, huh? …Tell me all about it later!’ You snort, your eyes flicking to the time and you can't help but sigh. You’ve been gone for a lot longer than a bathroom break.

“Everything good?” Vi comes over to you, handing you your undergarments.

“Yeah.” You chuckle, putting them back on, “I’ve been gone a bit longer than a bathroom break. I doubt he noticed though.” You two get dressed while cracking jokes with each other. You found yourself really loving your time with Vi and you selfishly didn’t want it to end. After exchanging numbers, you feel a lot more confident in your decision.

“Ready to head back down?” Vi grabs the doorknob.

“Ready.” You grin. You take your time heading down the stairs, hearing the guys cursing each other with a new voice you didn’t recognize. You reach the bottom of the stairs to see them all in the same places from earlier, except for a new guy sitting with them. You share a glance with Vi before walking over to Mylo. You tap him on the shoulder and wait for the guys to pause the game. ‘It’s now or never.’

“I’m heading out. And, I don’t appreciate you telling your sister that I’m your girlfriend. We were only dating and I’m calling that off. You clearly rather date your friends, so I’m out of here.” You cross your arms, “Bye, Marc. I’ll see you in calculus.” You wave and walk away as the guys start to snicker.

“I told you he’d fumble her.” Marc snorts.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Mylo shouts.

“He’s right.” You hear that unknown voice again, “Face it, Mylo, you’re just not relationship material.” Vi walks you to the door and waits for you to put your shoes on. It’s not until you’re outside with the door shut that she says something. You’re relieved that the rain has stopped at this point.

“You should meet up with me on campus. I’d love to take you out on a proper date.” Vi says casually, leaning against the wall.

“I’m not a conflict of interest after being with your brother?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Nah.” Vi shakes her head, “You’re too cute to pass up. My brother can be angry all he wants.”

“Okay.” You nod, a grin making its way onto your face, “I’ll text you about it when I get home.”

“Drive safe, okay? I don’t want to lose you so soon.” Vi tosses you your keys and you catch them with a laugh.

“Thanks. I promise I’ll be safe. I can’t leave you alone so soon.” You wink at her. You head to your car and get in, watching Vi disappear inside. You exhale heavily before a giggle bubbles up in your throat. ‘Holy shit. Holy shit, I did that.’ You grab your phone, going to your friend’s contact as soon as it opens.

‘Okay, I totally fucked but it wasn’t him…’

‘Wtf? Who did you have sex with then?!’ Her response was instant.

‘His very attractive sister… who I have a date with.’

‘...Damn, so he’s out?’

‘Yeah, he’s out. Thank God he introduced me to his sister though. I have so much to tell you. Can I come by?’ You drum your fingers against your thigh as you wait. ‘Hell yes! Come right now!’ You laugh and put your phone down. This was a day you’d never forget.

#vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #vi arcane #vi #vi smut #songfic #thank god you introduced me to your sister #mylo arcane #Youtube #tlos2 references

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Cinderella’s Bet [Part 1]

Summary: A bet of challenge POV: 2nd person Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Pronouns: Gender Neutral Tags: Fluff, Romance, Comedy, Vil Schoenheit Word count: 1,194 Part 2 - Part 3

The pair of freshmen yelled out your name as they caught up to you through the halls of the Pomefiore dorm, laughing and smiling while making sure their dormitory uniforms stayed intact. You stopped in your tracks and turned around.

“Oh, hey guys! Good to see you made it in time for Vil’s birthday party,” you spoke in a cheery tone, waiting for them.

Deuce started talking after catching his breath for a few seconds. “Good thing we got here with you. I didn’t think we’d be on time, but for once we—”

Ace, clearing his throat, interrupts Deuce and gives him a cocky side look. “Only because Trey made sure we had everything for our uniforms handed to us.”

Deuce slowly turned his head towards Ace with his mouth slightly agape from previously talking. There was deadpan silence along with visible change into a scary expression from him, but not for too long. It was soon followed by, “Says the one who lost their hat even after the entire outfit was handed to him. Shut. Your. Trap.”

Ace stayed silent with his eyes wide, almost popping out of their sockets. His head moved to look at you again, smiling nervously and visible sweat soon appearing on his face.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” Deuce spoke then cleared his throat. He turned to look at you and a cheery smile replaced the scary expression on his face from earlier. “We should head inside or we’ll be late! Let’s go!”

And there you went, dragged by Deuce as Ace was left to stand there. “H-hey wait!’ Ace said, once coming back to reality and going into the dormitory lounge.

Greeted by views of the decorated lounge, balloons and streamers, chandelier glistening as always. Purple and magenta flowers covering the floor of the room, complimenting each other so beautifully.

Your admiration for the details was put on pause when you heard a familiar voice call out for you and the two other boys. Epel hurried towards your small group with a few pins and small flower tiaras. “Thanks for being here. Vil hasn’t arrived yet, but he wants everyone to wear these.”

“I don’t see many people here. I thought Vil would’ve wanted the biggest crowd?” Deuce asked as he looked around, seeing the ones who they all usually hang out with excluding students from the Diasomnia dorm.

“He wanted to keep this one smaller. More of a closer group as a thank you to the ones who’ve helped him the most.” While talking, your group followed Epel who walked over to an area where everyone else was. He ushered the three to open chairs before going over to Rook quietly.

You watched as they conversed with each other. You tilted your head, but then paid attention elsewhere due to the sudden noise of a door opening.

“Everyone is here. Welcome, and thank you for coming,” Vil said as he walked to the center of the so-called circle. The chairs had been set up in a semi circle, letting the housewarden stand in between your chair and Rook’s. “I invited the people in this specific group because you all have helped each other under different circumstances before. Not to mention that some of you are friends of mine.”

Everyone patiently listened to Vil, knowing he doesn’t speak this much. You look around, feeling that something is off. Your eyes went to Leona, who sat across from Vil, and noticed his mischievous grin. You raised an eyebrow at this. Noticing something from the corner of your eye, you turned and caught Rook looking at you, but his eyes shifted to his housewarden when you noticed him.

“So I ask you all, as a token of my own gratitude, if you want anything from me, don’t hesitate to ask. Even if the favor is asked for right now. A one-time thing, anything.” Vil stopped talking and looked at everyone, waiting for any responses.

How could there be a response? Everyone was mostly surprised, yet the Pomefiore trio still acted like their usual selves. Ace’s jaw could hit the floor, while Deuce was so surprised that his face was devoid of any emotion.

Leona suddenly stood up and cleared his throat, “I have something to ask from you in that case.”

He slowly made his way to Vil. The housewarden had a slightly raised eyebrow, glancing at his vice housewarden and Epel to see if they knew anything. The two stayed silent, looking just as confused as the senior.

“What will that be?” Vil asked, being cautious with his words. He was more concerned about Leona's next words than the fact that Leona wanted to ask him something.

Leona grinned and nodded his head a few times before speaking, as if getting ready to drop some bomb on everyone. "I'll give you a bet. A bet to make them—" he paused. "Make the lovely Ramshackle Prefect fall in love with you."

His arm raised and his finger pointed towards you, making you yelp in surprise and stand up.

"... What?!" Vil said with widened eyes, shocked to his core.

"Repeat that!?" Deuce exclaimed while Ace freaked out with a small scream.

"Come on, what's the harm? You said if there was anything, just ask. Don't tell me you're going back on your word, aren't you?" Leona laughed and took hair out of his face, then suddenly Rook stood up and placed his hand on his chest.

"Rui de Poison! We discussed what to do about these matters! There is no harm in trying something unique! Fresh!" Rook spoke as he gestured for Vil to calm down.

You looked around, trying to say something, but nothing would come out. All you could say was, "Why me?! Why would you ask for something like that?"

"Tch. Your deadline is tomorrow midnight. Good luck, pretty boy." Leona said and turned around to leave, yawning in the process.

"Leona!" Vil yelled, held back by Rook and Epel, who were trying to keep their smiles under wraps.

“Vil, it’s fine. It's only one dang—ahem.. It’s only a small bet. How hard could it be?” Epel said and sat the housewarden down in a seat.

You stood there in shock, a shiver going down your spine and bringing you back to reality.

“Prefect.” You heard Vil say, making you jump and turn to face him. Rook and Epel had let him go, since he was completely calm, and he stood from the chair while fixing himself.

“Yes?” You responded and watched as he walked closer. Tension settled in the room as everyone wondered what would happen next. Silence filled the room. You could hear your heart nervously beating hard against your chest, as if it could burst right through. You watched as Vil took a deep breath. Was he nervous too? For what, is all you can question.

“I’ll come get you at your dorm at 10 am on the dot. Go ahead and head home to rest. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Vil gestured for Ace and Deuce to take you home, ending the party there. What in the hell was going to happen tomorrow?

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I’m the oldest sibling, so there’s always been an element of responsibility. It was a big family, we’d have friends over, we were always on top of each other. It was dead loud in our house.

I worked at Doncaster Rovers as the guy you bought the pies off. We had a little scheme. If the pie fell on the floor, even foil side up, it couldn’t be sold. I didn’t have a lot of money at the time, so a lot went overboard, because the pies were banging.

I was the singer in my school band – the Rogue – for two years. We covered Green Day, blink-182, Oasis. I loved performing – even in front of 100 people from my year group – but they formed another band behind my back because the guitarist wanted to be the singer. I’ve had the last laugh.

What does Simon Cowell smell like? The same as me – cigarettes.

It’s so important, mentally, to have breaks from my abnormality, even if that means putting my business head on for 10 minutes.

I’m not the kind of guy who puts my awards up all over his house, but I do give them the credit they deserve. They’re pretty much centre stage in a cabinet.

Who is more likely to get back together: Oasis or One Direction? I’d love to see Oasis, but I’m going to say us fellas.

The weirdest thing I’ve had to sign? A fan’s boobs.

I’ve no idea how many tattoos I’ve got, 30 or more. Two or three are good, the rest are pretty mad. I’ve got them on my arms, feet and one I’m not proud of – a penguin – on my arse. It’s the least sexy thing in world.

My worst fear used to be getting older, but I’m in my 30s now, so I suppose I’m here. Will I still be doing this when I’m 50? I hope so.

I have an incredible skill to sleep on any flight. Whatever time, however long, it doesn’t matter, I will sleep 90%. I think my body is just starved of sleep. I do have to kind of constantly be reminded of what time zone we’re in, where we are. Your head’s a little pickled – you’re detached from the real world. It’s cool to a degree.

I’ve not been on a night out in Doncaster for years. It’s a combination of being too busy and the fact there’s always a chancer who wants to give you a slap. I don’t want to get my head kicked in.

I’m low-maintenance. I don’t have any major diva requests. As long as I’ve got coffee and cigarettes, I’m sound.

I live a pretty happy life. I’m lucky like that. I don’t cry often, but I’m not afraid to.

The worst thing about fame is the judgment, but I get it. I used to be a judgmental little fucker as well.

Louis Tomlinson’s new album, Faith in the Future, is out now

-The Guardian on Louis. (19 November 2022)

#louis tomlinson #louis update #the guardian #article #november 2022

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Steve Harrington, Elf Dad

Steve Harrington x Reader

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Fandom: Stranger Things

Prompt: “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

Summary: Steve and Y/N have been dating for a few months, after they ran into each other through their mutual semi-adopted children, the members of The Party. Y/N works at a game shop and is a true D&D expert, and after a lot of convincing an cajoling, she and the boys have finally convinced Steve to come to comicon with them.

Word Count: 2,336

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: First of all, I haven't seen season 4, but it sounds like it's pretty D&D heavy, so if this seems like a weird mix of on and off topic for season 4 it's because I'm just a D&D nerd writing what I know lol. Second, all the D&D stuff I mention is definitely around in 5e, but I'm not sure about earlier editions, so just pretend with me that it's always existed. Finally, I made up Steve's middle name because he doesn't have a canon one.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"I can't believe you dragged me into this."

I turned around with a grin to find my boyfriend, Steve Harrington, squirming uncomfortably at the edge of the room. The kids had gone up ahead, practically in heaven, but it was taking a little more convincing to get Steve out and about.

See, I'd first met Steve through Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will. They came into the game shop where I worked fairly often, either as a change of scenery for their D&D games or to talk to me about different modules, dice, and characters I had experience with. I'd gotten to know the four of them well enough that I couldn't really avoid meeting Steve Harrington.

We hadn't exactly gotten along when we'd first met, mostly because Steve was completely jealous that I had such a good relationship with the boys. He eventually got over it, however, especially as the boys started calling us mom and dad and his friend Robin helped knock some sense into him.

Now, we'd been dating for a few months and largely co-parented the group. Steve still pretended he was too cool for D&D most of the time, but today, the boys and I had talked him into something I hadn't really thought possible.

Steve had come to comicon with us. And he'd even dressed up.

"C'mon, Harrington, we're gonna lose the boys!" I said, moving forward to grab his hand. He pulled away from me, trying to blend in with the wall again.

"I look like a complete idiot, Y/N!" he said. I sighed and put my hands on my hips.

"Steve. You look great." I should know, since I'd been the one to make our matching elf costumes. "Besides, it's not like you're gonna know anybody in here."

Steve snorted. "That's for sure."

"So let's go! Come on, it's fun! You just have to give it a chance." Steve still looked hesitant, so I sidled up next to him and wrapped my arm around his. "If I don't have my better elf half with me, I might have to find a handsome dwarf or tiefling to help me watch the boys instead."

Steve scoffed as he pushed off the wall, pulling me with him into the crowd.

"For the record, I know you wouldn't do that," he said. I just hummed in response as we made our way through the crowd. He was right, I wouldn't, but I didn't want him running back to the wall or the exit again.

After a few minutes of looking, we found the boys wandering excitedly between booths. They'd dressed as their current characters in Mike's latest campaign, and I'd helped put their costumes together, too.

"Hey, you finally managed to get him more than three steps into the room!" said Dustin excitedly as soon as he noticed us, turning to give me a high-five.

"Believe me, it wasn't easy," I said. We shared a laugh, ignoring Steve's indignant look next to me. "So, what have you guys seen so far since we came in? Anything good?"

"Yeah, there's lots of really cool booths around here. And Gary Gygax is speaking at a panel later!"

"What? No way!"

"Way!"

"Who the fuck is Gary Gygax?"

We both ignored Steve as Dustin continued.

"Oh, and I signed us all up for a costume contest."

"You WHAT?"

We couldn't ignore Steve this time, and neither could anyone around us as he cried out. The kids and I all turned to give him looks that said "seriously?", but he didn't look any less outraged.

"I'm not doing any costume contest, no way," he said, holding up his hands and taking a few steps backward. I sighed.

"C'mon, Steve, I worked really hard on these costumes," I said, taking a few steps towards him and away from the kids. Dustin turned back to the booth they were at, trusting me to handle this, as I took Steve's hands in mine and pulled him close. "Besides, don't you want everyone to see how good we look together?"

He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, clearly struggling between letting my flirting work and standing on his anti-nerd hill. After a second, he shook his head softly but without opening his eyes.

"Y/N, I just don't think I can go up on some stage in public looking like this..."

I dropped his hands and took a step back, frowning at him. His eyes snapped open as he looked at me curiously.

"Steven Joe Harrington. You spend all day for the majority of the week interacting with the public in your Scoops Ahoy outfit. My fantastic elf costume is absolutely nothing compared to that."

Steve paused, looking thoughtful as he cocked his head. After a few beats, he looked back at me, a lot of the discomfort gone.

"That's actually a pretty good point."

I nodded. "I know. And at Scoops Ahoy, you see a lot of people you know. Here, odds are, nobody's going to recognize you."

Steve sighed heavily, but held out his arm to me. I took it, and he pulled me closer to his side as he took the first few steps deeper into the con, where the boys had wandered off again.

"Alright, what the hell? We're going full nerd, for one day and one day only."

We spent hours trailing after the boys, and slowly, Steve seemed to realize that here, looking like a full-emersion D&D nerd actually made him cool. He started puffing up as he got compliments for his outfit, even nodding confidently, smiling, and winking at anyone who stared at us for too long.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were starting to enjoy this," I muttered to him as we stood backstage for the costume contest, our last event of the day. He shrugged.

"This outfit gets the reaction I wish the Scoops Ahoy outfit did," he said. "Seriously, I'm just lucky you met me for the first time outside of work."

I smiled, then leaned up to give Steve a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sure I would've fallen for you even if you were being a dork behind the counter in your Scoops outfit."

He smiled and wrapped an arm around my waist before pulling me to him, and I leaned into his chest. We stayed like that for a few beats, elf ears and all, and I would've been happy to spend the rest of the day right there in his arms if we hadn't been called onto stage next.

"Alright, you ready for this, elf queen?" asked Steve, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"Actually I'm an criminal elf wizard-"

"Just go with it, alright?"

I gave Steve a smile as he took my hand and pulled me towards the stage, all of the boys shooting us thumbs up as we went. Steve, now fully aware of how much credibility his costume got him here, strutted out on stage, pulling me into a twirl of an entrance. The crowd erupted in cheers as we strutted down the runway together, and I absolutely beamed as we hit the end of the runway and posed.

Steve spun me around again, then pulled me to his chest and kissed me, hard. We broke apart pretty quickly, but it was enough to have the audience losing their minds cheering. I had to admit, I was pretty breathless as Steve took my hand and led me back down the runway again.

We strutted off and backstage, the crowd still cheering behind us and now, the boys cheering in front of us. I tried not to let on just how flustered I was as Dustin clapped a grinning Steve on the back.

"That was great!" cried Dustin.

"Yeah! Keep up that stuff and maybe we'll even let you join one of our games!" agreed Mike.

"No way in hell I'm ever playing your dumb game," said Steve, still grinning. The boys just rolled their eyes as I leaned into my wonderful, absurd boyfriend.

"What if we set up a system where everyone applauds you every time you do something cool?" I asked. Steve just rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face.

"Hey, everybody shut up! They're about to announce the winners!" called Lucas, leaning just behind the curtain with Will. We all gathered with them as the contest's announcer got everyone excited, strutting back and forth on the stage with a microphone in-hand.

"All right all right! Without further ado, in third place, we have... the Misadventures!"

A group of people a little older than Steve and I let up a cheer and ran onstage. They celebrated and accepted their prize (a few sets of some INSANELY cool dice), then wandered backstage again before the announcer continued.

"And in second place... The Party!"

Lucas, Will, Dustin, and Mike screamed as they ran on stage, all four of them absolutely elated. I beamed as they went on stage too, happy to see them happy and happy to see my costumes in the top three.

The boys all got dice sets of their own, and I barely held back a gleeful cackle as I realized the prize winners would all be getting dice, at least. I hoarded cool dice like a dragon.

"Alright, and without further ado, our winners," continued the MC, pausing for dramatic effect as the boys made it backstage. Steve and I ruffled their hair and gave them congratulatory pats on the back, then refocused all our attention on the man onstage. "...Mom and Dad!"

I shouted, jumped up, and punched the air when our team name was announced. Steve gave the kids an eye roll, since they were the ones who'd given our signup name, but grinned all the same as he took my hand and pulled me onstage. People cheered as we went up to accept our prizes, and I clutched my new dice set like precious jewels.

"Congratulations, you two!" said the announcer. "And congratulations on winning our grand prize, a new campaign book that doesn't hit stores until next week!"

I lit up, taking the book excitedly and quickly surveying the cover. Steve thanked the guy, and I quickly nodded my thanks too before following Steve offstage. He had to lead me, since I quite literally had my nose in the book.

"Let me see!" cried Mike, the rest of the boys right behind him as they crowded around my new game book.

"No way!" I cried, laughing as I held it over all their heads. "If you read it, I can't run it!"

"Fair point," said Will with a smile as all four boys gave me a little space. I quickly double checked what I thought I'd seen on the first page, then grinned at all five of the boys (Steve included) when it turned out I'd remembered right.

"Steve, I have great news for you," I said, giving him a gigantic grin. He looked appropriately nervous as he responded.

"What's that?"

"This game can be run for five players."

"Well then I'm glad there's five of you."

I grinned as I took a few steps closer to Steve, tucking the book under my arm and invading his space. He didn't back down.

"I don't count as a player, Steve. The boys make four..."

"No. No, no, no way in hell," he said, holding up his hands and now backing away a step. "I came to comicon, I did the costume contest, I'm dressed up as a damn elf, but I am not playing D&D."

I just shrugged, pretending to drop it as I took Steve's hand and looped his arm around my shoulders. He relaxed, even as I winked at the boys to let them know I was far from giving up.

"Alright, is that it for the day, or do we have more nerd shit to do?" asked Steve, casually pulling me closer to him as he leaned forward and surveyed the boys.

"The costume contest was the last part of the con," said Lucas. "Congratulations, you survived a day doing easy, fun activities."

Steve rolled his eyes and I gave Lucas a sneaky high-five as the six of us started heading for the exit. We joined the general flow of the crowd out of the convention center, and as we left, some people recognized us for our costumes and gave us high-fives and congratulations. He tried to hide it, but I could tell Steve absolutely loved it.

As we stepped into the cool evening air with the boys, Steve's grip tightened around my shoulders. The kids all ran ahead to his car, and we strolled comfortably behind them, enjoying the end of the day. Steve would deny it to his dying day, but I knew he'd had a blast today. One step at a time, the Party and I were unlocking Steve Harrington's inner nerd.

We climbed into the car and Steve pulled out of the parking lot. Unlike this morning, when he'd been ducking and hiding at every traffic light, he seemed to forget he was even wearing the costume as we headed out onto the city streets and towards home. Steve used one hand to steer and took mine in his free hand, and I sighed, resting my head on the seat after a long, wonderful day.

I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend and partner than him, and without even trying, he reminded me of it every single day.

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Part 11

You got Some sort of deja vu as you walked in to the 118 talking around one of the truck Eddie was the first to see you but held back so the other who hadn’t known of your return could greet you but Buck well he didn’t hold back he ran to you with open arms picking you up and spinning you around bringing you closer to the group “save some for us buck” chim teased as buck set you done and pulled you in to a hug you were absolutely filled with joy so thankful so such understanding friends it felt like no time has passed as you all fell back into a rhythm going out on calls with everything going smoothly until it was time to go home sadness came over you once again you felt like your were overstaying your welcome at the grant/Nash household it’s been extremely hard to find a apartment that would rent to you because of the stolen identity and the problems it cost Eddie saw your hesitation in heading out

“Hey y/n why don’t you join chis and I for dinner tonight he would be excited to see you”

A smile pulled on your face

“Sure I miss my little buddie”

…

“Hey Chris guess who I brought over”

You stepped out from behind Eddie opening your arms as he tried to reach you as fast as he could giving you a big hug

“Where have you been y/n”

“ well I wanted to go visit my parents”

“Why didn’t say goodbye did you forget me”

“ no no no sweetie I just didn’t have time to tell anyone it was a spure of the moment thing but the whole time I was thinking about how much you would love it there”

“ are you going to take us someday”

“Chris” Eddie warned fearing he’s crossing a line your parents would probably not enjoy have strangers there

“Of course my parents would welcome you both with open arms and I’ll show you all around anytime you want as long as your dad says yes”

That night after dinner when your parents called you like they’ve been doing since you came back you officially introduced them to each other both pairs getting along really well by the end Chris wanted a bedtime story from his new grandparents as your mother now fondly referred to themselfs overjoyed to have a ‘grandchild’ to spoil you smiled as Eddie took the phone from Chris after he fell asleep

“Y/n any time you want to bring these handsome boys over we will be waiting here with open arms and a lot of love”

“Ok mom I love you and dad goodnight”

You hung up and turned to Eddie

“Well she fell in love with you guys if you don’t go visit she’ll come get y’all herself”

You chuckled

“Of course we’d be honored, why don’t you stay the night it’s really late and first thing Chris is doing tomorrow is ask when we are going constantly and you are going to deal with it” he stood up kissing your forehead and headed to bed but not before fighting over who was taking the couch

#buck x reader #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #evan buck buckely #9-1-1

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entry two: 04/24/2024

I wouldn’t say I was in love with him, I don’t think I've been in love - but I was so infatuated with him.

Evan was - is, this beautiful man. We met a while ago, when he was passing through my state. Stationary for a night, gone before the sun rose. I was kneeling outside in what you would think was an abandoned alley - but it was not. I was crying. Someone had accidentally slammed their elbow into my hair clip, and my lovely best friend sat with me outside as I was bawling my eyes out. I was spiraling into a mini panic attack, I knew people were around me, so I kept my back to the people conversing amongst themselves behind me. Desperately not wanting anyone to see me cry. Once I had calmed myself down, and convinced myself that I did not have a concussion (a few days later I went to the doctors, and ended up having one). My best friend and I decided to stay outside, we would never make it back through the crowd anyway. We introduced ourselves to this guy named Oliver. Oliver was wearing these pants that (at the time) all of us loved. They were plaid trousers. Now he refers to them as his ‘millennial’ pants and refuses to wear them. We talked to him for a little bit with two other girls. But soon enough Evan came over, and Oliver introduced us.

Our eyes met - and I swear to you, everything slowed. I was the last to shake his ring cladded hand - and we lingered. Lingered as I blushed, and a soft smile graced his face. The conversation within the group was about all our favorite things that we had in common. But soon the night fell, it was nearing one or two in the morning, and they had to go. None of us knowing when we’d see each other next, but of course we all exchanged socials. Evan had messaged me first - something about an inside joke we had all made throughout the night. I responded, then he responded, then I’d respond, and soon enough we had been talking for two weeks. I had never connected with someone like that before, I always feared that level of connection - and for the conversation to be so easy, so natural. I had a crush. We’d flirt back and forth, the conversation staying light hearted until he had suddenly ghosted me, then about a month later he had a girlfriend. I was hurt, I won’t lie. Cause I did like him. I did have that connection with him, but time went on - and I moved onward. Flash forward to 2023 he happened to be in my state for a little, and was single. My best friend sadly couldn’t make it to where we were all meeting, I’m pretty sure she was attending a rehearsal dinner for her friends that were to be married. The night ended up being just him and I.

When he finally noticed me waiting in the corner - he came over and hugged me. I swear to you, when he hugged me, and his hair had brushed my cheek - it was like my whole world stopped. We talked, we flirted, and we made plans to go out for drinks once he was done. Sadly, by the time he was done, all the bars were closed. Nothing left open for us to talk for a little while longer. We didn’t get the goodbye I was wanting, in fact we didn’t get a goodbye at all - we were supposed to see each other for drinks and then get our proper goodbye. He then actually kept up with me. Messaging me here and there, liking my social media posts. Then came December 15th, 2023. The nonstop conversation, the flirting, the promising to visit each other. He even offered to fly me to Washington to see him. That was leading me on. That - in the words of Taylor Swift - was giving me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high. That is what he did wrong, making me believe his false promises. But I'm not all that innocent in this situation either. Evan had made it very clear to me that he didn’t do long distance relationships, his last one had ended horribly. He never once said anything about a relationship, or even a situationship to me. That’s where I went wrong. I daydreamed a little too much. Daydreamed about what our life could be like together, daydreamed about conversations we hadn’t even had, and daydreamed about being chosen. I think that’s why I clung onto him in a way. I am never the first choice, I am never the one that crosses someone’s mind, I’m just never the one. It felt healing to be chosen by someone I was so fond of. It felt hard to believe that someone I wanted, wanted me back. Well, sort of wanted me. I know it was foolish of me to keep up this sort of fantasy I had about him. But it felt so good, so safe to dream about him. Safe until he was passing through my state again, and confided in me about this girl that he had liked that didn’t like him back. Funny how the tables have turned.

We’re good now. Not that he ever knew that there was something not good between us. I discarded the romantic feelings, most of them at least. It has only been a month since the first breaking of my heart. We now are back to our fun, flirty, free conversations. Free of the heaviness that I had put between us. It felt good to have him back as my friend, friends with benefits that is. I know what to expect and not expect out of him, and he knows what to expect and not expect out of me. I feel we are finally balanced.

-anonymous101380

ALL NAMES AND LOCATIONS HAVE BEEN CHANGED FOR PRIVACY

#journal entry #journal #journaling #dear diary #diary entry #love #situationships

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Sweet Like Honey: Ch. 2 Pool Party

Summary:

Carol and Daisy meet some fellow guests at the pool (a few original and a few faces from the MCU), including giving Kate Bishop some bisexual encouragement and hope for her future.

Notes: This chapter is pure queer fluff, so if smut isn’t your thing, this one is for you.

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After lunch and some sun lounging, they made their way to the pool. They weren’t alone, though. More queer couples and groups floated around, gathered in corners, or relaxed in the hot tub.

One of the guys called out to the others as they stepped in. “We have newcomers!”

Daisy and Carol exchanged a look. They weren’t expecting this to be a social club.

“I’m David,” he introduced himself to them and pointed to the others. “That’s Harry, my partner, then we have Kate, Trish, and Sharon. Jessica is too cool for us so she’s over there hiding in the shade. Then Matteo, Braydon, Joey, and Anderson. Hot tub crew is the enbies: Casey, Flynn, and Sequoia.”

Daisy and Carol waved and said hello to the other guests whose names they had already forgotten. David was joined by Harry and some of the women.

“I’m Carol, and this is my wife, Daisy. How do you all know each other?” Carol asked. Before, she had assumed that they were all strangers, but clearly she and Daisy had interrupted some sort of gathering.

“Technically, we don’t,” one of the blond ones, Sharon, said cryptically.

Kate, a young brunette in a flamingo float ring, rolled her eyes. “We say what happens at Pegasus stays at Pegasus. Like Fire Island or Dinah Shore. Or so they tell me. I haven’t been to those yet. But the point is, not everyone you meet is 100% out yet, but here, you can be whoever you wanna be.” Kate smiled and traced her fingers whimsically over the water’s surface.

Daisy admitted, “We’ve never been to those either. Do you all meet up for vacation?”

David spoke up with his chin in the air. “Only because I am a master planner. If I didn’t, we’d never see each other again. Most of us met here in college, but we switch up the vacay location every year. It’s Harry and I’s 10th-anniversary trip, so we came back to where it all started.”

“I’m new too,” Kate explained. “I’m Trish’s cousin. She brought me as a college graduation trip before I start work. How about you two? First timers? What’s your story?”

Jessica sighed at Kate’s enthusiasm from where she sat on the pool wall in the shade. “Maybe their story is they came to the pool to relax and want you to leave them alone.”

Daisy dismissed Jessica’s comment. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s our honeymoon, and yes, our first time to the Cape in general for both of us.”

David slapped the water with his palms. “Shut up! First time here ever? Okay, we are here for you. What have you done so far?”

Carol tried to remember the name of the restaurant. “Um, we went to a fish place on the boardwalk down there?” She gestured to the area with all the restaurants along the shore.

Harry blinked. “Girl. That’s, like, all of them.”

Carol looked to Daisy for help, but Daisy just shrugged and said, “It was a long day. Week, really. Months. We started planning our wedding in February.”

“Of this year?!” David shrieked. “What?!”

“That’s a lot of work,” Trish affirmed.

Kate bounced in her flamingo ring. “Ooo I love weddings! Tell us about it! No, wait, tell us how your story of how you met and got together. Then the wedding.”

Daisy glanced at Carol and started, “We also met in college and were part of the same group of friends, then we got closer just the two of us and fell in love…”

“But I wasn’t out to my super homophobic parents yet. Then after we graduated, I lived with my best friend to help her with her little girl, my goddaughter.”

“But then,” Daisy picked up, “they moved out to a house and my roommate got married to another one of our friends, so I asked Carol to move in with me a year and a half ago at Christmas, and then a year later, last Christmas, we got engaged.”

Sharon asked, “Christmas proposal, nice. Who proposed?” Carol could tell she was trying to discern the dynamics of their relationship.

“We both did,” Carol answered, smiling at Daisy. “We had the same idea. I got her a ring and put it in her stocking, and she did the same for me with her grandmother’s engagement ring.”

“Aw, that’s adorable,” the others gushed.

“Not these, obviously,” Daisy explained. She held out her left hand with the silicone ring.

“Good,” David sassed. “Because whew, I’d be trying to figure out how to tell you, honey, your grandma lied.”

They laughed as Carol held out her left hand next to Daisy’s. “No,” Carol confirmed. “These we got from a queer-owned outdoors company. They were exactly what we needed.”

Upon closer inspection, the pool group saw that Carol’s was orange, white, pink, and maroon marbled and Daisy’s was purple, blue, and pink.

“Are those your Pride flag colors? That’s so cute,” Kate cooed. “I want one! Not as like a wedding ring. Just for the bi flag like that.”

Carol winked. “Catch me later and I’ll send you the link.”

“Okay!” Kate got them back on track. “So after the mutual proposal, which is adorable, by the way, then what happened?”

Of all of them, Kate and her genuine curiosity and friendliness charmed Carol most.

David spotted the bar was empty and led his entourage to the pool stairs. Only Kate stayed behind, eager to continue their conversation and hear more about the wedding.

“We’re getting drinks,” he said, looking back over his shoulder at Daisy and Carol. “Come if you want to.”

Daisy turned to Carol and touched her arm. “I could use a drink. Want me to get you something?” Her eyes flickered to Kate, signaling that they were clearly hitting it off and she didn’t want to take her away from her new admirer.

“That mango margarita on the sign? Or something like that. You know what I like.” Carol shrugged.

Daisy smiled and waggled her eyebrows in silly suggestiveness. “Yeah, I do.”

She climbed the stairs out of the pool with a little extra swing in her hips, knowing Carol was watching as she emerged from the water with her bikini clinging to her body.

“Hashtag goals,” Kate sighed. “Both of you. Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.” Carol led them to the corner of the pool, and she leaned back and rested her arms over the side casually. For someone who got married two days ago, Carol was already feeling like a queer big sister to Kate.

“So, Daisy’s bi like me, right? That’s why she had that ring specifically?”

“Yep.”

“Do you ever worry—this is dumb, sorry.” Kate hid her face in her flamingo.

“No, go ahead, we’ve been together for a long time. I promise we’ve heard it before. And if it can help you, it’s worth asking.”

Kate looked off to the side and started again. “My last girlfriend broke up with me because she didn’t trust that she was really enough. She’d see me with boys and get so paranoid that I was going to leave her or cheat on her with my best guy friend because she thought it was easier for me being with him and pretending to be straight. She said I ‘acted straight’ with him. But I didn’t feel anything like that for him. I loved her so much, but no matter what I said, she didn’t believe me.” Kate sniffed and swallowed back her emotions. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

Carol frowned and lightly touched Kate’s forearm for a second to get her attention back away from her fresh memories of heartbreak. “Hey. That sucks. I’m so sorry to hear that. That’s her problem, not yours.”

Kate nodded, so Carol continued.

“And to answer your question, no. It was hard to believe at first that we could be happy because I’d had so much fear about my future and about being gay, but I don’t doubt Daisy when she says she loves me or worry she’d leave me. And definitely not cheat. She’s had every opportunity to find someone else or say this was too hard. My parents cut off contact and kicked me out when I came out to them, but Daisy and her family became my family too. Even long before I came out to my parents, they basically adopted me.”

“Really?” Kate listened with interest.

“After that night, telling my parents about us, I literally walked to their house in the snow on Christmas Eve and they took me in,” Carol recalled. It had only been a year and a half, but it seemed so long ago now. “But don’t worry. The right person will accept all of you.”

“Even being bi? Girls don’t trust me, but guys think it is some sort of kink or about having threesomes or something.”

“Yeah, especially before we were engaged and had rings, sometimes guys would hit on one of us, assuming we’re just friends and not together like that. We laugh about it, but it sucks too. But my point is, she’s had plenty of offers if she wanted to find a guy, but she wants me and I trust her. I look at it this way,” Carol explained. “Out of everyone, of any gender, she chose me. She could have anyone she wanted, and she wants us. That’s true love.”

Daisy returned with their drinks, and Carol pushed herself up to sit next to her on the side of the pool with their feet in the water.

“I only heard the last bit about having anyone I wanted and something being true love,” Daisy confessed. “At least, I assume it was me? What are you two talking about?”

“Kate is bi too and she’s faced some really bad biphobia,” Carol explained.

Daisy sent Kate a look of sympathy. “Oh man, that sucks. I’m sorry. I’ve been there.”

Carol continued, “She asked if I ever worried about you leaving me for a man, which is what her ex-girlfriend was worried about.”

“And why she broke up with me.” Kate traced her finger in the water mournfully.

“And what did you say?” Daisy asked Carol, intrigued, and took a sip of her pink frozen cocktail.

“I said a girl worthy of her will feel honored that she chose her out of everyone,” Carol repeated, slightly paraphrasing to emphasize the lesson to Kate, though she was talking to Daisy. “I told her you could have anyone you wanted. But you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” Daisy returned in contentment and put her free hand on Carol’s knee. “My wife.”

Kate observed them with hope and heartache mixing in her big eyes and furrowed brow. “You didn’t ever wonder if life would be easier with a man?”

“God no. First, men are not easier. The problems are just different,” Daisy scoffed before adding more seriously. “Second, it’s not us who need to change. It’s the world. Yeah, life would be easier without homophobia and biphobia. That’s the enemy. Not each other. And third, she’s worth it. Sure, I’d die for her, but what’s more important is the life we share. That kind of life isn’t about what’s easy. It’s about what’s worth fighting for.”

Carol couldn’t help but peck a kiss to Daisy’s cheek. She moved her drink to her left hand and covered Daisy’s hand on her knee with her right.

Daisy giggled as her hand reflexively stiffened under Carol’s. “Oh my god. Your fingers are so cold from holding your drink.”

“So is yours!” Carol defended but moved her hand and didn’t know where else to put it. Daisy grabbed it with hers and intertwined their fingers.

“It’s okay, we’ll warm each other up,” Daisy said, satisfied at their object lesson for Kate of what true love looked like. “When you find your person, labels and fears don’t matter so much if you know from a million little things that you can trust them to be there.”

“Thanks,” Kate said. “For listening and for talking to me about this stuff. You guys have helped more than any of them all week.” She nodded to where David and company were lounging on the deck chairs. Trish called to her.

“What?” Kate called back and made her way over to the opposite side of the pool. Trish offered to buy Kate a drink if she’d get her a refill too. With that deal, Kate said goodbye to Carol and Daisy and headed over to the bar.

Alone again, Daisy leaned in and said quietly, “Did you notice the guys’ names were Harry and David?”

“What?”

“Like the fruit baskets. You know, those pear and apple boxes vendors send to the office at Christmas.”

Carol laughed and tried not to spit out her drink. “Is it offensive if we start calling their group the fruit box?”

Daisy thought for a second. “Hm, or even more specific… How about the pears?”

“The As and Ps, the apples and pears society.” Carol bumped Daisy’s shoulder with her own.

Daisy laughed and bumped her back. Carol put down her drink and tickled Daisy’s bare side with her cold fingers.

“Don’t! Don’t. You’re gonna make me spill my drink.” Daisy laughed but got up and moved away, protective of her pink margarita slushie, and Carol pouted.

“Come back! I promise I won’t.”

Daisy gave her another chance, and, as soon as she was back, Carol pulled her in for a kiss, just because she could with no hesitations or dread of judgmental looks from strangers here. Somehow, their cold fingers didn’t bother each other this time.

Carol pulled away from the kiss slowly but still kept her attention fully focused on Daisy.

“What are you thinking about?” Daisy asked, noting the pride in Carol’s expression.

Carol shook her head slightly. “Just so glad we’re the ones giving that talk now.”

“I didn’t think we ever needed that talk?” Daisy tilted her head. “At least I didn’t. Did you?”

“Okay, I didn’t know enough about queer stereotypes to need that talk specifically,” Carol confessed. “But I just meant like, being the mentors. Giving hope to the youth. True love lives!”

Daisy giggled. “The youth? She’s like three, four years younger than us?”

“Graduation feels like a lifetime ago.”

“True that.” Daisy raised her glass and Carol toasted it. To all the life experiences they’d been through since then: internships ended and jobs started, a post-grad degree completed and another abandoned, family gained and lost, tears cried and comfort given, fights and compromises, the ache of time apart and frustration of too much time in each other’s space, the reunion sex and the makeup sex and the lazy Saturday slow-burn sex just because they could. From anxious nights in a dorm wondering if they could make it work and someday have what they only dared to dream about to the blissful but real post-wedding exhaustion now.

They drank their frozen cocktails and enjoyed observing the other guests. It was rare to be in a place so predominantly queer. Like on the boardwalk the night before, they could relax here.

“I can tell why they keep coming back,” Daisy admitted and nodded to David’s group as they gathered up their stuff to leave and went back to their rooms. “It’s different than a normal vacation.”

“Yeah, we don’t normally see that, for instance.” Carol gestured with her near-empty drink to the hot tub off to their right, where the androgynous 20- and 30-somethings they had been introduced to earlier had been replaced by two large, graying men, whose kisses were turning more and more passionate. Their wet T-shirts came off, and Daisy and Carol averted their gazes to allow them some privacy.

The only one left from David’s group was Jessica, who was far on the other side of the pool on the deck chairs with her sunglasses on and earbuds in with a book on her chest.

“Either napping or pretending to nap so no one will bother her. Smart,” Carol remarked. “Seems like a good idea to me. What do you say, time to go back inside?”

Daisy yawned in response at the mere suggestion. “Yeah, I guess so. The sun is making me sleepy. And the alcohol.”

They toweled off, slipped on their flip-flops, and put their empty glasses on a return tray at the bar, then headed up to their room for showers and a nap before they needed to get ready for their fancy dinner reservation at the resort restaurant.

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #honeymoon #kate bishop #tw: biphobia #(Mentioned but not active in the chapter)

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Chap.2-They Came from Outer Space

Here is the next chapter guys! I’m surprised how much love this fanfic is getting, and I just want to thank you all for enjoying this lovely fanfic.

Thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader as always!

Enjoy!

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The rest of the school day went as normal, by the time the bell rang to end the day everyone was rushing to head home to get homework done or to relax. Basil was ready to head home until he stopped to see Hat Kid and Bow Kid going toward the forest. He was confused and was ready to follow the girls into the forest before being stopped by Aubrey.

“Where are you going, Basil?” Aubrey asked.

Basil let out a yelp and sighed seeing it was only Aubrey. “Oh Aubrey, please don’t scare me like that.” He replied.

“Sorry.” Aubrey chuckled.

“It’s just that, the new girls are going into the forest,” Basil explained to his friend. Aubrey looked ahead and saw Bow Kid following Hat Kid inside the forest.

Aubrey glared and grabbed Basil’s hand, starting to drag him towards the forest to follow Hat Kid and Bow Kid.

Aubrey and Basil stood as far away from Hat Kid and Bow Kid as they could, following them without getting caught. They hid behind trees each time the little girls took a look behind them. Aubrey and Basil stopped when they saw the girls made it home to their ship. The two gasped seeing the ship as they looked at each other in shock, they’re concerns were even more shocking when they saw Hat Kid and Bow Kid teleport into their ship.

“I knew it,” Aubrey whispered. “Come on.” She then grabbed Basil and went to tell the rest of the students at the Indie School.

“Listen guys this may sound crazy, but the new girls are aliens!” Aubrey shouted.

Aubrey and Basil gathered Mu, Kel, Sunny, Elizabeth, Michael, and Evan at Basil’s house to tell them the news. The rest of the group looked at one another before breaking out into a fit of laughter. Aubrey and Basil looked at one another with the former ready to punch someone for laughing at her.

“I’m serious!” Aubrey yelled.

“Yeah, and I’m a robot.” Micahel snapped back.

Aubrey glared, “Michael I will slap you.” She threatened.

“Aubrey is not lying!” Basil interrupted before Aubrey could go with her threat. “I was there and saw the whole thing.”

Kel sighed, “not you too, Basil.”

“I’m serious Kel!” Basil yelled. “We saw this huge spaceship and those two teleported inside the ship!”

The group continued laughing, though the group started to slow down their laughter seeing Sunny was the only one not laughing along. Mu nudged Sunny, “Say Sunny, you aren’t laughing.” She pointed out.

Sunny played with his fingers nervously as he slowly revealed why he wasn’t laughing. “I-I believe them.” He whispered.

Everyone stopped laughing and looked at Sunny. Aubrey and Basil were glad their friend believed them. “S-sunny, a-are you serious?” Elizabeth asked. Sunny nodded. He knew his friends for a long time, of course, he’d believe whatever they said to him.

“O-Okay,” Kel spoke up. “Even if they are aliens, why are you two freaking out about this?” He asked. “I mean we have students like Cuphead and Mugman go to our school.”

“Yeah, but cartoons have been exciting here for almost 100 years.” Aubrey pointed out. “Aliens, however, is an entirely different story.” Aubrey wasn’t wrong; aliens haven’t been seen in this town in centuries, or that’s what the town was told.

“Well even if they were aliens, wouldn’t intruding on them be bad?” Evan asked. The group stared at him causing the young boy to get nervous and hugged his Fredbear plush even tighter. “I mean their kids like us, we’d scare them off, or worse they may retaliate and destroy the world!”

Elizabeth glared and turned to Michael. “Did you make him watch horror movies again?” She asked.

“Not this time!” Michael snapped back.

“Guys!” Aubrey shouted. “I don’t want to create an army to hunt them down.” She told them. “I just wanna spy on them and see why they're here. If it’s harmless, we let them be, but if it’s harmful then we can go hunting.” She explained.

Mu got up on the table and let out a shout. “Alright, guys! Let’s go start our alien stakeout!” She yelled. The group cheered and got themselves prepared before heading out into the forest.

By the time they made it out to the forest, they hid in the bushes and waited for Hat Kid or Bow Kid to come out from their ship. After a while, the group started to get bored with waiting for the girls to come out from their ship.

“Okay, I thought this was going to be exciting,” Kel said, lying down on the floor. “But this is boring!” He whined.

“Maybe we should knock on the door,” Evan suggested.

“No!” Everyone shouted, causing Evan to flinch and throw his Fredbear plush on accident. The young boy gulped and looked back at his siblings and friends before coming out of the bushes and grabbing his Fredbear plush again. He looked up at the ship and looked back at the group before walking towards the vessel. Once he made it towards the door Evan was about to knock before being teleported inside.

The teleportation caused the group to turn around but saw no one in sight. “Well, that was weird,” Kel said.

“Yeah.” Elizabeth added. She then looked around and saw her little brother was missing. “Um guys, where’s Evan?” She asked. The group looked around for the young boy and saw no sign of him.

“Probably got scared and ran back home.” Michael said, chuckling.

“You could say it’s pretty…” Kel started.

Aubrey’s eyes widened knowing what Kel was about to say. “Kel I swear.” She threatened.

“Sus.” Kel finished, the group groaned and shook their heads in disagreement.

“May I punch Kel in the throat?” Mu asked.

“Go for it.” Aubrey replied.

In a flash, Mu punched the tall boy in the throat causing him to collapse and hold his neck in pain.

Soon it clicked in Basil’s mind where Evan is. “Guys, I might know where Evan is.” He whimpered. Soon the group realized what happened to Evan.

The ones who were more horrified were Evan’s siblings. “Our little brother is on the ship!” Micahel and Elizabeth yelled at the same time. The two started to panic knowing they’ll be in huge trouble if they lost their little brother.

Speaking of Evan, he wasn’t in danger but rather relaxing on Hat Kid and Bow Kid’s ship. “This is amazing!” Evan cheered as he collapsed on the girl's pillow pile. “This could be like the clubhouse of your dreams!”

Hat Kid chuckled. “That was the idea when I built this ship.” She explained.

Bow Kid came in with a plate of cookies. “Cookie?” She asked. Evan smiled and took two cookies and ate them.

Evan smiled and melted into the pile. The cookies had tons of chocolate chips which made them mouthwatering and sweet. Evan sighed and snuggled more into the pillows.

Soo enough Evan heard beeping and looked up to see a rumba making its rounds. This rumba was different from most rumbas as the second it saw the young boy it made its way towards him.

“H-hello!” Evan said.

“This is Rumbi!” Hat Kid was introduced. “They’re our rumba, pet, and buddy.” She explained.

Evan put his hand on Rumbi and petted them like a dog, which made Rumbi make purring noises “Everyone will love it here!” He beamed, loving his time on the ship.”

Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Michael were freaking out as Aubrey and Mu had to think of a plan to rescue Evan. “Oh god, dad is gonna kill us!” Michael whimpered. He’d been whimpering those words in repeat.

“You mean kill you!” Elizabeth yelled. “I’ll be grounded!”

“Would you stop freaking out!” Aubrey yelled. “Look Mu and I are coming up with a plan right now.” Elizabeth and Michael groaned and waited for Aubrey and Mu’s plan.

“Which is?” Elizabeth asked.

“One of us has to go in there and save Evan.” Mu replied. The group then looked at each other wondering who would go first into the ship. They then turned to Basil, which made the latter's eyes widen. Soon enough Michael and Elizabeth pushed him near the ship before hiding in the bushes.

Basil sighed and slowly walked towards Hat Kid and Bow Kid’s ship. He then put one finger on the ship, which was enough for him to be teleported on the ship as well. He landed on the floor with a thud. Slowly, Basil got up and groaned.

“Oh, Basil! Welcome!” Bow Kid beamed.

“B-Bow!” Basil replied.

“W-what brings you here?” Bow Kid asked.

Basil was about to reply when soon enough the rest of the kids teleported inside the ship. Bow Kid looked behind Basil and saw the pile of kids. Michael got out of the pile and walked towards Bow. “Alright alien! Where’s my brother?”

Bow gulped. Soon Hat Kid came running in alongside Evan. “What’s going on?” Hat Kid asked.

Michael looked up at Hat Kid and his eyes widened seeing his little brother. “Evan!” He yelled. Michael ran towards his little brother and gave him a big hug. “You're alive!”

“Of course I am Michael, why wouldn’t I be?” Evan asked.

“We saw you teleported here so we got worried.” Elizabeth explained. “I thought these aliens...” She said with a glare, causing Hat Kid to glare back. “We're hurting you.”

Evan tilted his head in confusion. “Hurting me?” He asked. “I’m fine, Hat Kid and Bow Kid treated me well with cookies.” He explained.

“And how did you know we’re aliens?” Hat Kid added.

“Well,” Basil started. “Aubrey and I saw you guys heading into the forest, and we followed you.” He explained.

Hat Kid and Bow Kid looked at each other and both sighed deciding to come clean about their heritage. “Alright, we’ll come clean.” Hat Kid said. “Yes, we're aliens.”

The group stood in silence, and Hat Kid and Bow Kid waited to see their reactions. After a while, they saw that no one was frightened or excited that they were aliens, which puzzled them. “Um…aren’t you surprised to see us as aliens?” Bow Kid asked.

“Well we believe you,” Aubrey spoke up. “But aren’t you going to reveal yourselves as “aliens”?”

“What do you mean?” Hat Kid asked.

“Well,” Kel said, rubbing the back of his head. “Don’t you two have different skin colors, big eyes, antennae?” He asked.

Hat Kid and Bow Kid glared at the kids. “Wow, real mature.” Hat Kid replied. “I’ll have you know, not ALL aliens look like that! Some look like regular people, but with different abilities.”

The group looked at each other once again before glancing back at the kids. “So you just look normal, but don’t act like it?” Mu asked.

“Yep!” Hat Kid and Bow Kid replied.

“And you don’t want to invade Earth?” Kel added, causing Aubrey to smack him on the back of the head. “Ow!”

Hat Kid and Bow Kid laughed. “No!” Bow Kid replied.

“We wanted to visit Earth for a long time.” Hat Kid explained.

This made the group feel relieved that their new friends weren’t harmful at all, and despite them being aliens they were just kids. However, Mu had one last thing to ask the aliens. “So, if you have powers, what are they?” She asked.

Hat Kid and Bow Kid’s eyes widened in fear. “Uh…” They both trailed off. “Well, we don’t know yet. We’re still pretty young.” Hat Kid replied with a chuckle. Mu raised her eyebrow sensing those girls were lying, but before these two could be accused more than tonight she decided to drop it for now.

“C-come on we have cookies and you can meet Rumbi!” Bow Kid exclaimed, leading the group to their room.

“I’ll go for some cookies!” Elizabeth exclaimed.

“I don’t know what a Rumbi is, but it sounds cool!” Kel exclaimed as well.

The group then went to the girls’ room to have fun for the rest of the night. Hat Kid was the last to go in and went to check something once everyone was in the room. Making sure no one was around, she then put in the code and slowly opened the safe, which showed tons of sparkling hourglasses.

These sparkling hourglasses were the fuel for their ship, but they also held a secret. Hat Kid remembered the many planets she and Bow visited and the many citizens who used these hourglasses, called Time Pieces, used them for their own dark needs.

Hat Kid sighed feeling anxious about her new friends using them too. She never thought she and Bow would get this close with their new friends, and this was a last-minute thought. Hat Kid closed the door to the safe and went to join the group before they questioned where she was.

#a hat in time #Omori #five nights at freddy's #FNAF #Hat Kid #Bow Kid #Omori Basil #omori aubrey #Omori Sunny #Omori Kel #elizabeth afton #michael afton #evan afton #fnaf crying child #mustache girl

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