#he’s having trouble remembering Why all these people look familiar though…

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Fallen King Part 2: The Room Where It Happens

Part 1

(Tw for suicide. Rewritten from 7th May 2024. ) )

Atsushi had poured Dazai a glass of whiskey as was customary. Sometimes Dazai would offer Atsushi his own glass but that was rare.

Dazai took it but his gaze was not on Atsushi who was at his side. But out to the skyline, to the city below them. "Do you remember the night I found you, Atsushi?"

"I could never forget something like that. I'd sooner forget my own name."At that Dazai had chuckled, taking a swing of his drink as he did so.

"I would sincerely hope not. I went to all the trouble of picking one for you after all."Atsushi had faltered but any worry he had offended the boss faded at the others amusement.

Though not all the worry faded. It was always hard to tell what Dazai was thinking, what mood he was in at any given moment. A joke that made him laugh yesterday could be the reason for an execution the next.

"The night I found you was indeed special night. I recieved a new weapon in my arsenal. But I also had quite the dream." Said Dazai.

"I saw Yokohama, she was almost glowing in the sun. The very shadows on the streets seemed warmer. You were there, laughing beside Kyouka. Even Chuuya looked happy, though he was grumbling of course."

A smile, one that Atsushi knew deep down had to be genuine was on his face. As it always was when Dazai talked about Chuuya. An unmistakable fondness in the undertone of voice even at the mention of his partner.

"It was like seeing light in an otherwise pitch black sky. This, I believe was a vision of the future." Dazai turned to face Atsushi and all traces of fondness vanished. Replaced by a cool and calculating look, almost almost reflexively Atsushi lowered his gaze.

"But while I saw you all in the light, I couldn't see myself. Why do you think that?" Asked Dazai, his tone giving away nothing at all.

Atsushi hadn't been sure. At the time he'd stated that "it sounds like a lovely dream. Maybe you didn't see yourself because it was from your perspective.". Dazai had chuckled, airy and amused.

"Hah, clever as always aren't you Atsushi." But there was  something else in his voice. Something that Atsushi couldn't quite place, not than.

Not before he had been dismissed. But now, years later as he stood and recited this conversation to the executives Atsushi finally knew.

That Dazai hadn't seen himself... Because he had envisioned a future without him in it.'

That was why Dazai's final instruction was for Atsushi to leave for the light. So that his dream could come true for them all. And yet, Atsushi had stayed.

It made him feel ill.

And yet not ill enough to abandon his plan entirely. Atsushi truly was a traitor, he didn't deserve to be here at all.

"It was than he looked at me and said there was no helicopter. There was never one coming. He told me, that this was the last dream he would ever have. He smiled at me... And than he jumped."

The silence that followed that declaration was suffocating. The only thing Atsushi could feel was his heart racing as he waited for the inevitable.

He could've counted down the seconds from 5 before an invisible force picked him up and without warning slammed his head into the wall behind him.

It wasn't often Atsushi was right.

But he felt no satisfaction at predicting correctly, not here. His body was pinned to the wall and the desk guarding him was tossed to the side without effort.

Atsushi had thought he'd become familiar with Chuuya's anger. The last time he'd seen Chuuya enraged was on a mission where several of his subordinates were badly injured.

That did not hold a candle to the inferno standing before him.

"And what the fuck were YOU doing?!" The 'you' was punctuated with a punch that hit Atsushi soildly in the jaw. Even now, even with all this rage it was a controlled hit.

One that should've shattered all the bones in his jaw, but it only fractured them.

Many people couldn't speak with a fractured jaw, but Atsushi was not one of them. Chuuya had trained him after all, knew his strengths and weaknesses better than most.

And each one was followed by another.

And another.

Each timed to strike the moment before Atsushi's ability could undo the damage.

"What the hell were you thinking?! What did you just watch?! Let him fall and stand idly by?! Huh?!" Screamed Chuuya. His fist was a blurr to all but Atsushi who tracked his movements on instinct.

All the while he remained silent.

Even if Atsushi could come up with an excuse he wouldn't. Because Atsushi deserved this. If he actually wanted to survive this he would tell Chuuya he was going easy on him.Atsushi deserved so much worse and they both knew it.

'So why...?'

"Chuuya!" Called Kouyou, hidden concern in her eyes as she looked at Atsushi. But both of them knew she wouldn't get involved, no one would.

Few are brave enough to walk into the eye of a hurricane. And yet... Chuuya lowered his fist.

Atsushi didn't understand, how was he not being blown to smitherens? Chuuya looked as angry as he had been at the start of this. But his fist shook ever so slightly.

"You know damn well you could've stopped him. That you could've dove after him, scaled down the building like King Kong and got him to safety....So why?!"

The next punch went through the wall. Atsushi blinked in shock as Chuuya purposefully missed his head. He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid of Chuuya right now. The man could kill Atsushi without a thought... But it scared Atsushi more that he wouldn't.

Had he been wrong? That Chuuya hadn't cared for Dazai as much as Atsushi thought. But that didn't seem right, Atsushi had seen them both so in love for years. Chuuya sounded no different than usual but there was something off.

It hit Atsushi harder than any punch ever could when he realised that it wasn't anger.

It was Chuuya begging.

Chuuya Nakahara, the strongest man in the Port Mafia and damn well all of Yokohama... Was begging Atsushi to explain himself. To explain to Chuuya why he had let Dazai die.

That was the strength of their bond, that Chuuya would throw aside his pride to beg for answers from his subordinate.

It was wrong.

It was so completly and utterly wrong and Atsushi couldn't do it.  He could've broken down right than and there.

But he couldn't and it hurt more than any blow ever could.

Watching Dazai fall was one of the hardest things Atsushi would ever witness. But he had never considered the pain that came with watching Chuuya shatter before his eyes.

Knowing that it was all Atsushi's fault. "I couldn't do it" said Atsushi, what was supposed to be a neutral tone, cracked and gave a glimpse of the pain he was feeling inside. He cursed himself for it.

Why did he sound like he was the one about to cry? When all of this was his doing, Atsushi didn't have the right to grieve. Chuuya frowned. Almost like he sensed that there was something more.

Panic welled up in Atsushi's heart but he remained silent. That was when Ace of all people spoke up "Well, be as it may. With the Boss gone you're his ideal replacement."

Despite this being Atsushi's end goal from the moment he'd walked into the meeting room, he was suprised. "Him?" Asked Kouyou, showing her own suprise that carried on to the others.

"Oh don't look at me like that. I doubt any of you would let me do it." That, they all agreed with wholeheartedly. "And unless you 3 are offering" Kouyou grimaced as did Verlaine while Chuuya didn't say a word.

He froze momentarily before picking himself back up. Hurt and betrayal filled his eyes and Atsushi flinched. "So that's what this was about..." Atsushi wanted to deny it but it was the truth wasn't it?

It was exactly what he had done, Chuuya was just spelling it out for him. But every part of Atsushi screamed in protest. Begging him to deny Chuuya's claim but Atsushi didn't. He hadn't killed Dazai to take his spot... But he might as well have.

Atsushi fell to the ground as Chuuya relinquished his hold onto him. His mentor glaring down at him, but none of that anger could hide the hurt.

"You knew he was planning stunt, did you?" His voice was icy, and not unlike Dazai himself when he was mad. "And what? Decided that you could get ahead? Let him lead you away so none of us would be any wiser and push him off?!"

"Chuuya!" Called Verlaine, trying to diffuse the situation. Chuuya paid him no heed and Atsushi didn't react to Verlaine's silent plead. Telling Atsushi to say something, to say anything at all to defend himself. But Atsushi remained silent.

"And how convient for you." Chuuya smiled but it was all teeth and no warmth. "How long have you been sitting on that one huh? What was this 4 and a half years in the making maybe?" He scoffed. "I shouldn't be suprised given you  killed your last mentor."

Atsushi stumbled back like he'd been stabbed. Pain exploded through his chest. But there was no wound. There was no blood and yet he was in agony.

Like he had any right to feel hurt.

"That's enough" Said Kouyou firmly. "We still need to vote on the subject. And in case you were all unaware, the building is quite literally falling apart." She had come to Atsushi's aid. But he really wished she hadn't.

Chuuya scoffed.

"I'll go deal with it, I want no part in this shit." He left left the room, slamming the door shot without giving Atsushi a second look. Atsushi shakily got to his feet.

To his suprise Verlaine smiled at him. It was a warm and sad like his always were. "I'll go after him but" he took off his hat, clutching it to his chest. And gave a respectful bow to Atsushi."You have my vote, Boss." He twirled his hat, putting it back on and left."

"Show off" remarked Kouyou rolling her eyes fondly before addressing Atsushi. "You have mine too, Boss" She added kindly, standing to give her own bow.

"I wouldn't have said it otherwise, you have mine too Boss. And majority rules." Said Ace, bowing with Karma following in suit. Atsushi should feel relieved that his plan worked.

But he couldn't bring himself to feel much of anything. The burning pain in his chest had subsided leaving him feeling nothing but empty.

"Thank you, we can conclude this meeting later. Preferably when the building isn't falling apart." At that they both chuckled, which Atsushi appreciated before everyone became serious.

"I need both of you to gather your subordinates down to the lower floors. Kouyou you will take the east and Ace will take the west. In accordance with the Homecoming protocol."

It was one of the many protocols in place at the Port Mafia.

This one stated that if Headquarters had been attacked, the clean up crew and lower ranked subordinates would check that the building was structurally sound.

If it wasn't, like now Chuuya and Verlaine would keep the building steady. While they did that, the construction crew would use their abilities to reinforce the building. Kouyou and Ace were to lead the evacuations. Meanwhile Atsushi and Kyouka would patrol the outer ring to ensure the attackers didn't get away.

Atsushi tried not to think about how he'd done exactly that when let Akutugawa and his friends go free. "Very well, but I would suggest that you and Kyouka join me." Said Kouyou.

Not even bothering to hide how eager she was to go find Kyouka. A feeling that Atsushi shared immensely. He knew she was okay alone. But he'd been terrified for her during that fight with the Agency.

Though that fight felt like years ago now.

He didn't acknowledge the part of this that meant Kouyou wanted the responsibility of protecting him. As he was the Boss now. "I'll be right behind you" agreed Atsushi, needing a minute to get his bearings together.

"I just need to call Verlaine. Head to your areas, make sure to keep everyone close. We can't afford to have any stragglers."

Kouyou nodded, a kind smile on her face that Atsushi almost recoiled at because she shouldn't be treating him so kindly.

Both executives nodded, pausing to bow before leaving. Atsushi was reassured that it was as odd for them as it was for him. 'Something to get used to' he mused, before noticing Karma was still there.

"Can I help you?" Karma shook his head as he shly pulled out a parcel from a bag. "For you, Kyouka mentioned tha-" "Karma!" Yelled Ace, suddenly noticing his subordinate wasn't with him like he was supposed to be.

He wouldn't be punished though, Ace probably knew what he was doing. And he'd always had a soft spot for his subordinates. Karma smiled, sheepish "coming!"

He looked back at Atsushi, giving him a "happy birthday Atsushi...I mean Boss!" He apologised, bowing and running to where his mentor was waiting for him. 

Atsushi watched him go, standing there frozen in place.

Oh.

Oh.

It was today, wasn't it? He thought of claws tearing into flesh. Of screams and sobs that might of been his own. Of hugging the smiling frame of the Headmaster... as he died in his arms.

Did Dazai smile at him too, as plummeted to the ground?

The thought of it made Atsushi sick to his stomach. The irony that he killed them both on the day he was born. Atsushi numbly put the package in his bag. He left the room, heading outside to join the others. It was just a little bit longer and than he'd be with Kyouka.

And everything would be fine. And that was a lie but Atsushi could pretend for just a little bit longer.

Because he was selfish like that.

That was when Atsushi realised he had wandered off further ahead.

He frowned, looking around and catching the glimpse of a familiar looking coat on the ground.His blood ran cold as he looked at his mentor.

His mentor who was still smiling at him, just like the Headmaster had done so on this day.

'Happy birthday, Atsushi.'

Atsushi screamed.

#The Fallen King #bsd beast #bungou stray dogs beast #beast atsushi #beast chuuya #beast dazai #atsushi nakajima #chuuya nakahara

[pizzazz-party]

“well what do YOU want out of UY’s future?”

i want KenMarSagi. but im willing to settle for usagi wandering forever, unable to see himself living in any one place for long.

#usagi yojimbo #i uh also want him to Change and cross over into the supernatural side of things #a guy who wanders forever and is the spiritual Opposite of the lord of owls #but for that to happen he needs an inciting incident (everyone who has Changed has done so in response to Tragedy. that is actually canon) #and uh. personally i think jotaro dying is the one thing that would really suffice #miyamoto usagi #it’s okay AUs aren’t real they can’t hurt you #but they could be Really fun if we’re throwing reincarnation into the mix like a few hundred years after the events of UY :D #where there are familiar faces everywhere and Usagi is Still There #he’s having trouble remembering Why all these people look familiar though… #it’s just been a while. memory decays

[loonylupinblack3]

Overprotective

Pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, intoxication, suggestions of violence occurring (nothing actually happens just very brief suggestion)

Summary: Going to the club and getting drunk without your overprotective boyfriend is never a good idea

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: posting bc of max's win in china

Max had always been protective of you. Since as long as you can remember Max had acted like your protector, stopping you from doing risky things and helping you when you did them anyway and hurt yourself.

You were childhood best friends, having known each other since you were five and he was six, brought together by a love of karting. As time passed and the two of you grew up, your relationship stayed strong, but changed. Feelings grew between the two of you, though it took until you were 21 before you two did anything about it.

So you were used to Max’s slightly overprotective tendencies. It was second nature to you, as familiar to you as breathing. However, that didn’t mean it didn’t get on your nerves from time to time, like tonight for instance. You were supposed to be going out with your girlfriends to a newly opened club, but Max was having some trouble letting you go.

He raised his eyebrows when he saw you enter the living room from his seat on the couch, eyes roaming your body. You were wearing a cliche club outfit; short black dress, heels, and bangles on your arm. You could see the appreciativeness in Max’s gaze, but also concern.

“You look nice,” he said, putting his phone down.

You smiled and gave a little spin. “Thank you. It’s the dress I got on Tuesday.”

Max stayed silent for a moment, considering what to say. “You look very beautiful, Schatz, don’t get me wrong…. But is that what you’re wearing out?”

“Is there something wrong with it?”

Max hesitated again. “It’s just… it’s not very restaurant friendly.”

You made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth. You had wondered briefly why Max had been so calm about you going clubbing, but you’d brushed it off thinking he just didn’t mind it. Now you knew it was because he didn’t actually know.

“Well, Max, that’s because we’re going clubbing, not to a restaurant,” you say slowly, waiting with baited breath for his reaction.

Max blinked, surprised. “You’re what?”

“We’re going clubbing….”

Max opened his mouth then closed it, clearing his throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged. “I thought you knew.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “You thought I knew you were going clubbing? Even though I didn’t say anything about it? Or warn you about drinking too much?”

You grimaced. “I know how it sounds but I genuinely didn’t realise you didn’t know.”

Max sighed. “I know, I trust you. I just don’t know if going clubbing is a good idea.”

“But it’s already been decided. And I got dressed up.”

You pouted slightly and Max rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that look, you know I’m just worried about you.”

“I know, but I’ll be fine. Me and the girls have sorted everything out.”

Max started. “You mean it’s just going to be you girls alone? What about Izzy’s boyfriend Liam? Or Kate’s boyfriend? They’re not going?”

“It’s a girls night,” you reminded him. “No boys allowed.”

“Schatz….” Max warned. “I don’t feel comfortable letting you go to the club alone.”

“I’m not going to be alone-”

“You’ll be with a group of girls, all of you vulnerable and easy to prey on,” Max said sternly. “I’m not trying to be mean, but without a man around you there are certain people who will take that as an opportunity to try and hurt you.”

You sighed. “I know Max, but we’re fine. We know one of the bartenders and he’s promised to keep an eye out for us, plus Liam will be driving us home so we have a ride. Seriously, you don’t need to worry.”

Max frowned, looking at your face for any trace of doubt. “I always worry about you.”

“I know, but I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Max continued thinking before eventually conceding, walking up to you and wrapping you into a tight hug. “Be safe,” he murmured into your ear.

You returned the embrace. “I always am.”

You pulled back, still in Max’s arms, and he tugged down your dress with a slight scowl. “Too short.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Goodbye Max.”

“Don’t drink too much,” Max said, “and text me when you’re coming home.”

You nodded your head and hugged him goodbye once more before leaving the apartment and your boyfriend. You knew he was worried, knew he’d probably be worried for the rest of the night and wait up for you, which made you feel guilty. He hadn’t prepared for you to go out clubbing, completely different from a tame meal at some restaurant, and you knew he’d be agonising over it for the rest of the night.

All you could do was answer his texts and make sure he knew you were safe. 

Except things didn’t go to plan.

You arrived at the club and everything was fine. You looked around, taking pictures of the new place, and greeted your bartender friend. You ordered some drinks and stayed by the bar for a bit, talking and catching up, before one of your wilder friends, Lily, suggested shots and then dancing. You weren’t much of a shot person, mostly because you were a lightweight, and you hadn’t planned on getting too drunk tonight but everyone was egging you on, and you didn’t want to be left out so you agreed, the four of you slamming down tequila shots like you did in college.

Then it was off to the dance floor, you, Lily, Kate and Izzy forming your own circle, dancing and laughing with one another. And you were having fun. You were feeling happy, giddy, and the only thing that would make this night better would be to have Max by your side.

You stepped out of the dance circle, moving back to the bar as you took out your phone. Noticing the multiple texts from Max left unanswered you felt a pang of guilt, but it was distant compared to the excitement you felt.

y/n: maxieeeeeeee

maxie❤️: you okay?

y/n: im the bset y/n: i mss yoi y/n: u shoud come tothe club

maxie❤️: are you drunk??

y/n: jst a litttle bit

y/n: lily siad shots

maxie❤️: you did shots? are you okay?

y/n: im grate

y/n: u should cmoe hree

y/n: i wnna party wth yoou

maxie❤️: already on my way

If you were sober, you probably would have picked up on the annoyed/concerned tone Max’s text had, but you were not sober, so you texted him a ‘yaaaaayyyyy’ and turned your phone off, waiting for what you thought was going to be your party ready boyfriend.

Instead, after you’d had another shot with your friends and continued dancing, you found yourself face to face with your concerned and worried boyfriend.

“Maxie!” you slurred, throwing your arms around your boyfriend in a hug. “Come dance with me!”

Max chucked, trying not to show his concern, but his tight hold on your waist gave him away. You pulled back and looked at him. “You are going to dance with me, right?”

Max sighed, manoeuvring you so you were off the dance floor. You were almost too drunk to notice, just clinging onto your boyfriend. “I’m here to take you home.”

“But I don't want to go home. I’m happy here,” you whined like a child.

Max muttered under his breath, “did I or did I not tell you not to drink too much.”

You frowned at his bad attitude. “I just want to dance.”

He shot you a look. “You can dance at home where you're safe, not in a club full of strangers while drunk out of your mind.”

You pouted but your boyfriend had already made his decision, half dragging half carrying you to where he parked his car. You knew better than to fight Max when he was like this, even drunk, so you sat in the passenger seat with your arms crossed, glaring at the road ahead of you while silently cursing Max and his stupid overprotectiveness. 

Max glanced at you as he drove. “I can tell you’re upset with me.”

“I was having fun,” you complained, “and you took me away from it.”

Max sighed. “I’m sorry Schatz, I am, but I wasn’t comfortable letting you stay in a club full of strangers drunk without me.”

You pouted again. “So why didn’t you just stay at the club with me?”

Max laughed a bit. “Because I only enjoy clubs when I’m drunk, and the whole purpose of me being there would be watching you while you’re drunk, not the other way round.”

It made sense even to your drunk brain- sort of -so you dropped the subject, letting Max off the hook. Maybe you’d argue with him in the morning when you were sober and had a better grasp on reality, but as Max parked in your driveway and helped you out of the car, all you wanted to do was curl up with your boyfriend and go to sleep, which is exactly what you did.

Max helped you undress and got as much makeup off your face as he was able to with his limited skill set and then got you into bed, laying down beside you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest where you sighed into it, content.

“I love you,” he murmured into your hair.

Even drunk and half asleep, you still managed to reply, “I love you too.

#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #f1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 oneshot #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen fluff #f1 fluff #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 fanfiction

[areislol]

The morning after

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. some of the characters get clingy really quickly.

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. RAGGHH i was having so much trouble just trying to figure out the title 😭 i hope you guys enjoy this 🩷 I’m very sorry for the lack of action or if it’s simple.. next chapter will be more fun for you guys I hope 🙏🏻

►— wordcount. 4.2k

✧ part one | ✧ part two | ✧ part three | ✧ part four | ✧ part five | more tba.. NAVIGATION

recommended to listen to: needy - ariana grande or circles - post malone

The next morning, you awoke to Childe’s hand slapped over the side of your face, snoring quite loudly. Groaning, you pushed his hand away and yawned, opening your eyes groggily.

You managed to sit up on the bed and rubbed your eyes, looking around you could see multiple men standing around in your room, Thoma and Kazuha looking out your window, admiring the view, while the others were looking around your room and pointing at the unfamiliar objects lying about your floor and talking amongst one another about what it could be.

“Hey.. see that thing right there on the floor? Do you think that could be used to whack a Hilichurl?”

“… Itto I doubt something as small, petite and cute looking would be used to hit a Hilichurl..” Zhongli heaved a great sigh from Itto’s stupidity (he couldn’t say that though) and pinched his nose bridge from disappointment.

It was a pink, light wand with a red lollipop at the top with a lid covering it. It was candy… not a weapon you can use against Hilichurls.

You could feel your heart skip a beat because ?! Why were all of these guys in your room?! But after remembering what had happened last night, you calmed down.

Right.. that happened.

Suddenly, you felt Childe cling to your side, burying his head into your abdomen as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Mmm..”

You were too tired to even fuss about why he was being so close to you so you decided to just ignore him and his actions. While stretching your arms and yawning, everybody turned their head to look at you.

“Oh, uh.. good morning everybody?” You said, stopping mid-stretch, almost subconsciously shrinking from their gazes.

A collective “good morning” could be heard from everyone as Neuvillette and Cyno walked towards the edge of your bed and started to question if you slept well or not (you did because it was warm), complaining about how when they woke up they found Childe snuggling close to your side and being so clingy towards you.

(Why were they complaining? Easy answer, they were jealous is what. They would rather bury their heads in the sand than ever admit it.)

Nodding your head slowly, you smiled sheepishly and waved your hand at them. “It’s all good, don’t worry about Childe he’s just.. maybe he just likes to hug people?”

Cyno glared at Childe and let out a sigh before nodding his head. “Sure..”

Neuvillette offered his hand for you to take—giving you a gentle smile. “I’m glad you slept well, Y/n. Shall we prepare you breakfast?”

You took his hands and thought about his offer before nodding, offering him a grateful smile. “That would be nice.. but maybe once I’m done getting ready because I’m not sure if you guys are familiar with how things work.”

Neuvillette gave you a simple nod and once you hopped off the bed and let go of his hands you made your way to the bathroom, slipping on your slippers as Kaveh and Xiao with a few others followed you into your bathroom.

It wasn’t so different to theirs but it looked more.. modern for sure. “It looks so.. white and grey. Oh wow! What is this stuff on the wall..?”

Kaveh pointed to the strange object stuck on the wall. It was a toothbrush holder.

“Oh, that? That’s a toothbrush holder, it holds toothbrushes... I mainly use it for my friends if they ever come over.”

Kaveh and Gorou nod their head. “Strange, but unique. I like it!” You smiled at them before turning around and began to brush your teeth before washing your face, all the while they (Kaveh, Xiao, Kazuha and Kaeya) watched you do your thing.

It was a bit awkward, to tell the truth. While you were doing your morning routine they were either watching you or looking around your bathroom.

After finishing everything you needed to do in the bathroom, you bent down in front of the sink and opened the cabinet, grabbing a few packs of toothbrushes and ripping them open before handing them to Kaveh, Xiao, Kazuha and Kaeya.

“Here, use these. I’ll have to go out and buy the rest as well..” you sighed, thinking about how much it would cost.

Making sure they grabbed one, you helped him apply toothpaste on their toothbrush and left them to do their thing while you stepped out of the bathroom and groaned.

Sleeping with Childe and Xiao wasn’t a bad idea but they squeezed you tight through the night. Especially Childe, he just kept on clinging onto you and your arm was sort of sore.

As you stepped foot into your room, you realised that everybody was gone, they probably were in your living room, and you also realised that Thoma was making your bed. When he saw you just standing there eyeing him he smiled shyly.

“Y/n! I decided to make your bed.. as you noticed. How do you like it?” Thoma questioned, patting your pillow down before standing beside there looking like.. a maid.

You smiled at him nervously and thanked him, “well, you didn’t have to do that but thank you, it actually looks pretty nice and neat!”

There was no reason to lie, the bed looked nice and clean. Your sheets were tucked under your pillows and everything looked so smooth and clean.. he even put your plushies aside on the wall!!

You couldn’t help but smile even more as you noticed him leaving your plushies on your bed. But you were snapped out of your thoughts when Thoma then spoke.

“Would you like breakfast now?” You hummed and nodded your head and walked out of your room with Thoma trailing right behind you. And as you moved closer to your living room you could hear the chattering of everyone.

You didn’t know why but just hearing everybody talking and chuckling in your room made your body relax for some odd reason. It made you feel good, it felt as though the burdens were lifted from your shoulders, how weird.

As you made your way through your living room and into the kitchen, the others started to notice you and Thoma following behind you.

“Oh, Y/n! You’re finally here.” Heizou smiled, waving hello at you. You waved back at him and also included the others (even though they didn’t wave first.), smiling so tenderly and waving at them made their hearts flutter—feeling heat rushing to their cheeks.

“Mhm, I’ll make breakfast for you guys.. if there’s enough that is.” Everybody’s hearts nearly burst at your hospitality. Their creator.. offering to make them breakfast? Oh someone please catch them they might faint!

Aether jumped up from the couch and walked towards you and Thoma. “I’ll help!” He chirped, giving you and Thoma a warm smile to which you two returned. “Sure, thanks!”

As you three rummaged through the cabinets, trying to find anything to make breakfast—you eventually settled on pancakes (how did you have so many ingredients for 28 people? No clue.)

It was oddly comforting that you had people in your house let alone help you out with cooking. It felt nice nonetheless, to have company over, even if it was unexpected.

You let the others stare at your TV in awe, wondering what it was. “See that remote thing on the table? Yes, the one that’s black and has multiple colours on it, yup, press on the red one at the top left—yes! Good job, now uh watch whatever you want?”

You could hear the “oohs”’ and “aaahs” s of the men to which you chuckled softly. They acted like toddlers who just found something new in their life. It was adorable.

Breakfast was finally served after an hour or so, the voices of Itto and Childe could be heard thanking for breakfast being served now as they were starving.

“Oh finally!! I’ve been waiting for years for breakfast!” Childe groaned, almost drooling at the sight of the pancakes. “My stomach was growling so loudly..” Itto agreed.

“We could hear.” Could be heard from Dainsleif, Ayato and Capitano. They seemed to be fed up with him and his antics (so was everybody else.)

Everybody began to sit down in the most random spots, well, anywhere they could sit. Your table could only accompany only 8 people so the rest sat down near your coffee table in front of the TV and some eating at your desk.

They also made sure to sit away from people they didn’t want to sit next to. Diluc with the fatui (Capitano, Childe, Dottore and Pierro.), Wanderer from literally everyone else (he sat himself down in the corner like a little child), and Dainsleif from the archons—Zhongli and Venti.

It was a funny sight, to say the least, but, they had to do what they had to do, in this case—eat your pancakes.

As you and Thoma set down the plates and drizzled maple syrup on them, everybody said their thanks and picked up their utensils before digging in, some even moaning from how amazing it tasted.

“Enjoy your pancakes!” You happily said before standing behind the kitchen counter munching on your own pancakes beside Thoma. “Mhm.. it tastes so good! You and Aether are such good cooks!”

For Thoma hear you praise him and Aether made his cheeks flush red. He mumbled that it was “no problem” and quickly stuffed more pancakes into his mouth to hide his embarrassment, unbeknownst to the jealous glares coming from different directions of the room at him.

While you were still chewing and eating your pancakes, you were unaware of Ayato walking towards you and setting himself beside you.

“Y/n-“ Ayato began before you cut him off with a horrified yell. Turning to face Ayato you placed your hand on your chest and let out a sigh, everybody turned to look at you, their pancakes still half in their mouth as they stopped mid-eating.

“Ayato! You scared me..” you breathed, Ayato frowned and held his hand over his heart. “I didn’t mean to scare you, dear.. are you okay?”

You nodded your head and sighed. “It’s all good Ayato, I know you didn’t mean to.” You replied, giving him a reassuring smile to make sure he doesn’t feel bad, but he was already so.

“Did you need anything though? You must’ve come here for a reason..” Ayato nodded before averting eye contact with you, a noticeable pink blush appearing on his cheek.

He held his fist to his lips and cleared his throat. “Well.. this is embarrassing.. but I wanted to..” he stopped mid-sentence and looked back at you with a flustered face.

“Feed you.”

You stared at Ayato blankly, confused about whether or not you should be feeling happy or creeped out.. “wai- feed me?” Ayato nods. “Must I reiterate?”

Shaking your head “no” you looked down at your plate with pancakes, there was only a few left. Wanderer, Cyno, Dottore and Childe could feel their eyes twitching.

The sound of your fork clinking down onto the plate was heard and then your voice. “W-well.. I guess i don’t mind? I mean it’s a bit odd yes but why not? I haven’t been fed since I was a toddler.” You hummed.

Ayato’s lips curve upwards into a soft smile as he happily picked up your fork and stuck it in the cut pancake before placing his palm under your chin.

“Say aaaah~” You opened your mouth and said “aaaah” before chewing on the pancake, humming happily. Ayato slid the fork out of your mouth and smiled fondly at you. You were so adorable.

Thoma peeked his head out to look at Ayato feeding you, he was jealous. Why hadn’t he thought of feeling you before? It was too late now. The others stared at he fed you, suddenly a horde of men came running behind Ayato and chiming in, saying that they wanted to feed you too.

Goodness.. but it was fun to see them all fight to feed you, you had never gotten so much attention before so this was something and, to your shame, you enjoyed it.

Unfortunately, they could not take turns to feed you as that would be time consuming. They all went back to their spots and finished eating their food while sulking. After everyone had finished their food they set it inside your sink, Thoma offered to clean them and you thanked him.

You felt bad for Thoma just cleaning the dishes by himself but even when you offered to help him he shushed you with his finger pressed against your lips and told you it would be okay.

To even lay a finger on their grace without their consent was simply unforgiving. But for some reason being by your side made them so comfortable, as if you had been their friends since childhood. Was this the many affects you had on them?

After all of the dishes were washed and Thoma joined you all in the living room, you were sitting down on the couch sandwiched between Cyno and Al-haitham. Thoma noticed how majority of them looked tense and irritated, he eyed them down before seating himself down on the floor beside the others.

What Thoma had missed (somewhat as he could still hear the commotion from the other side) was everyone fighting to sit next to you. They were threatening each other and the taller and stronger men would be holding the smaller men, laughing at them.

Like how Capitano was holding Wanderer in his hand, chuckling as he found Wanderer spitting insults and threats at his face, funny. Which he did not like at all.

And in all honestly they could’ve started a war and use their powers if not for the fact that Childe had pointed out that Cyno and Al-haitham had sat themselves down by your side without them noticing.

Before anyone could’ve gotten hurt or broke anything in your house you calmed them down, telling them in a stern voice that if they broke anything you would never talk to them ever again, and it worked because they were all scared of that happening so they sat down obediently.

Wanderer and Lyney sat beside your legs and somewhat hugged them, almost scared that if they did you would scold them or find them creepy (they just wanted to be by your side).

“Hm.. what should we watch? Is there anything in particular you guys enjoy?” You hummed, skimming through Netflix, trying to find a movie for you guys to enjoy and bond over.

But there was a problem. Everybody had their preferences, some wanted horror while the others furiously shake their heads no. Some wanted rom-com but the others immediately shook their heads no.

“Oooh how about some action and adventure? Like Ant-man?” You said, pressing on the Ant-man movies as they read out the summary.

Everybody agreed on that movie and you weren’t sure if they agreed because you chose it or what.. they did choose it because you wanted it.

Not only that but it also sounded interesting. “Ant-man.. that sounds interesting! Why does he have to be an ant..? Why not a tiger or something?” Gorou questioned, looking up at you as he cocked his head to the side.

God.. he was so adorable!! Even if he didn’t mean to do the puppy-dog eyes, he still did them and he looked so squishable!

“Well I have no clue, but it sounds interesting doesn’t it? That’s why we should watch it!” The others surrounding you hummed in agreement. Standing up you walked towards the wall.

“Where are you going?”

“Turning off the lights to get into the mood.”

After turning off the lights Itto ooh’ed and got all giddy, to which wanderer gave the stank eye to him. You plopped down beside Cyno and Al-haitham and pressed the play button on the remote and set it down on the table in front of you.

During the movie there were tons of reactions, some were laughing from the comedic lines, some were nonchalant and unbothered by everything but they would sit up and lean forward a bit whenever the action would come on.

Some even teared up or straight out sobbed during the sad scenes (ahem you and Kaveh were crying and he just wanted to cling onto you crying but he was so far apart, Cyno and Al-haitham were unsure whether or not to comfort you but you weren’t in your sad feels just.. very emotional over the mother and daughter scene but they still pat you on your head and offered you tissues ahem ahem) while Xiao teared up a little bit but swiftly wiped it away before Zhongli could tease him.

Al-haitham, Dainsleif, Capitano, Pantalone and Diluc were nonchalant during the movie, only moving to get up to get more snacks. Lyney, Childe, Itto and Gorou were somewhat commenting on the movie and only got a smack from Dainsleif when they got loud.

Ayato, Kaeya, Kazuha and Freminet were all very invested in the story, plot and action. Even wincing and laughing when the characters did so too.

Baizhu was coughing every now and then with Neuvillette offering him water to drink to soothe his throat. Unfortunately many did not like how the dialogue would be interrupted by Baizhu’s coughing but before they could yell at him to shush, you would tell them to be quiet and that it wasn’t his fault—Baizhu was grateful for you and almost started to cough even more loudly from gratitude.

Aether, Heizou and Albedo were super into the action and fighting scenes. Occasionally scolding the characters in their head and planning what they would’ve done.

Venti asked you if you had any wine to offer him, you shook your head no telling him that you didn’t drink. Zhongli and Neuvillette’s urge to slap Venti was large but they thankfully restrained themselves.

Wriothesley was the only one that was watching everything going down, and always missing the part that was big in the plot. Reason why? He was watching you in awe of course, as your eyes widened and your mouth formed an “O” at an intense fighting scene or how you gasp or yelp at a jump scare.

But to tell the truth everybody was watching you like how Wriothesley was watching you.

And after one movie after another, you grabbed your phone and looked at the time, thinking you were going to see maybe 1 pm or somewhere in the afternoon, it read 8 pm.

“Already? How quick..” you mumbled under your breath, Cyno sneaked in a glance at your phone and realised it was already 8.

“Should we end the movies now? I mean I think everybody is getting a little tired now..” Cyno states, you peep your head forward and look at everybody on the floor and around you, they did seem sleepy.

“Mhm, okay, I’ll go get the guest bedroom ready and more mattresses.” You got up from the couch and began to get everything. “I’ll put everything away!” Thoma chimed in, standing up as well before putting everybody’s snacks and drinks away.

Cyno and Al-haitham got up, followed by Wanderer and Kaveh, and soon everybody got up, stretching their arms and yawning. “Geez, we watched for so long..” Childe mumbled, blinking his eyes tiredly at the TV.

Soon, Al-haitham began to walk towards your room hoping to find you there to which he did. “Y/n. Do you need any help?”

You turned around and smiled at Al-haitham sleepily. “Sure, I think I need a little help..” you mutter, holding the matter but higher to indicate you needed help with settling everything down.

Al-haitham nodded and walked towards you, grabbing the mattress and setting it down before grabbing the pillows and blanket, placing them on the mattress before glancing at you.

You seemed so tired after watching so many movies in the dark, it’s a wonder how you didn’t manage to fall asleep. Al-haitham sighs.

“Here, let me do everything okay? You get ready for bed and rest, alright?”

You glance up at him as he was much taller than you, you blink at him before furrowing your brows. “You sure? You don’t need any help at all?” Al-haitham shakes his head.

“Well alright then, thank you!” Smiling, you move towards your bathroom and as you stepped foot inside you closed the door shut.

While you were getting ready for bed, Al-haitham was making sure there were enough mattresses for everybody while keeping sure in mind that there was a guest bedroom as well.

You finished getting ready and opened the door, leaving the bathroom and found two mattresses down on the floor that could at least have two people on them. Al-haitham was truly kind and you wanted to reward him for doing something he didn’t have to do.

“You’re done? Well I finished everything so I’ll go call them to come inside. I’ll make sure they don’t make a fuss over who sleeps with you and sleeps on the floor.”

As Al-haitham was about to leave you grab ahold of his muscular arm. You didn’t expect it to be so muscular despite your eyes ogling at it since his release and arrival at your place.

“U-uhm, if you want.. since you’ve helped me how about you sleep in my bed? You don’t have to say yes! I just want to do something in return for you helping me.. I mean you really didn’t have to.”

Al-haitham stared down at you as you continued to hold onto his arm only to release your grip when you realise he wasn’t responding. “Oh, whoops my bad.”

You almost take his silence as a no when he speaks abruptly. “I.. thank you, I’ll take the offer, thank you again.” He replied softly, his eyes focused on you before averting eye contact and clearing his throat.

“I-I’ll Go get them now.” He mumbles, walking off into the living room to go grab them. You sighed and flopped down onto your neatly made bed.

All you were wearing was a tank top and shorts, it was what you normally wore and now that you were sharing a house with men it made you feel somewhat insecure, but still, the best thing in the world was feeling your bare skin touching the cold sheets.

You soon covered yourself with the covers and made yourself comfortable, grabbing one of your plushies and cuddling it, waiting for the men to come flooding in your room.

When are they going to com..

Just as you thought about them, they came through the door like a horde, all fighting over who was going to sleep next to you before Al-haitham stopped them from trampling over the mattresses with his hands like it was nothing.

“One at a time. And Y/n already said I was going to be sleeping next to her.” He said, almost in a smug tone like he was proud of you choosing him and decided to show it off.

“Okay and? There’s still one more slot!” Childe scoffed before Wanderer groaned. “Childe you literally slept with Y/n yesterday you ginger-“ “watch your mouth you purple mushroom head-“

Al-haitham sighed deeply and walked towards your bed, watching as you peeped your head to the side to see Childe and Wanderer yell insults at one another.

“Don’t mind those idiots.” Al-haitham states bluntly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Kazuha, Aether, Heizou and Ayato makes their way around everybody and begins to make themselves comfortable and take off a few of their article of clothings before lying down on the mattresses.

Finally, everybody sorted themselves out and figured out where they would sleep. With you blind choosing whoever would be the other people to sleep next to you which was Dainsleif.

Kaveh, Baizhu, Itto, Wanderer and the rest would be sleeping in the guest room much to their sadness. While Kazuha, Aether, Heizou, Ayato, Zhongli, and all that weren’t sleeping in the guest bedroom made their way to each mattress.

Everybody settled themselves on the mattresses and some even turned on the fan as they complained about it being too “hot”.

Dainsleif climbed onto the bed and took off his cape and a few other things. Al-haitham removed the covers and covered himself with the blanket.

You glanced over at Dainsleif and raised your brows. “I don’t want to be rude but aren’t you going to take off your mask?”

Dainsleif looks over at you before smiling softly, “well of course, I’ll remove it later on don’t worry. Just try and get some rest okay?” You hummed and sank down into the bed, sighing in content from being surrounded by the warmth of two very handsome men.

It’s silent and dark with only the sound of the softly humming fan. Everybody was awake and you knew it. You could hear the soft breathing of Al-haitham and Dainsleif coming from both sides of you. Soon, a thought and realisation pops in your mind.

“Wait, you guys didn’t go shower yet.. right?”

“…. Yeah..”

You sighed, knowing that you would probably have to go shopping tomorrow for clothes and sanitary products aaaand probably go broke.

> ✧ part three

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Arm Candy (Silco/F!Reader)

“I need someone who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.” Silco needs a plus-one for a fancy topsider party. You don't really have a choice but to agree.

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Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Words: 5.8k

Content: Resolved sexual tension; semi-public sex; vaginal fingering; dirty talk; dubious business ethics

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It wasn’t often you got called into Silco’s office first thing in the morning. You were a paper-pusher, not one of the battle-hardened henchmen who usually hung around the Last Drop, and your work mostly kept you at your desk. Calculations came as naturally to you as breathing, and you could crunch numbers faster even than Silco himself. In the few months you’d been working for the Eye of Zaun, you’d made yourself indispensable. You helped keep track of the Shimmer shipments going to and from Zaun, you effortlessly slipped the profits from the drugs business into the earnings from the various factories and bars and properties that Silco owned, and once a week you’d spend the evening alone in the office with your stern, exacting boss while you went over that week’s financial reports. Silco needed someone to cook his books, and you prided yourself on being the best damn chef in the undercity. You kept to yourself, you prayed he never noticed your furtive glances up at him when he was absorbed in his work, and you did not cause trouble.

So it was only natural that your stomach twisted itself into knots as you stepped into his office, and that those knots tightened when he looked up from the paper he was reading, his bicoloured stare pinning you and making your walk to stand in front of his desk feel like miles instead of metres.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” you said when you were near, and the way his eyes flicked over you, almost too quickly for you to notice, did nothing to calm you.

“I did,” he said, his chair creaking as he leaned back in it. You’d definitely never wondered if it could hold two people. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

You could swear that sentence made your brain fritz like a faulty wire. “I, um—” Absolutely nothing was the real answer, but for some reason you didn’t want to admit that. “I made plans with…Ran and Dustin,” you said, saying the first names that came to your mind even though you’d never shared more than small talk with either of them.

Silco’s eyebrow raised as if he could see right through your lie. Which he probably could, because it was completely transparent. “Then cancel them. I need your help at an event.”

“What kind of…event?” you said, your mind reeling with all the things Silco could be alluding to. Shakedowns, back-alley deals, assassinations…

“Don’t look so frightened,” Silco said, taking a cigar from his ashtray and lighting it. He took a deep drag, letting the smoke billow around him as he spoke. “Are you familiar with Ko Shosu?”

It took you a moment to remember the name from some of the background research you’d carried out on Silco’s competitors. “Doesn’t he own that factory that makes gears or something?”

“The very same. He’s hosting a party at his residence topside tomorrow night and unfortunately, I’ll need to make an appearance. Shosu seems to think we’re acquaintances. And on top of that, I happen to know that one of his associates has run into some financial trouble as of late. His factory makes components that are essential to the Shimmer-tanks we’re developing. Now isn’t that a stroke of luck?”

“You want to get to this associate so you can get him to work with you?”

“Exactly. His name is Rupert Torek and he’s run up gambling debts with some very unsavoury people. I’m sure he’ll be cooperative once he realises I can lend him enough money to get himself out of debt before his wife finds out.”

You decided not to ask how Silco could have information like that on someone he’d never even met. For your sanity’s sake, it was better not to know. “And why do you need me, sir?”

It might have just been your imagination, but you could swear Silco looked you up and down again. Slower this time. “I thought that would be obvious. I cannot exactly show up to something like this alone. I need someone who can distract Torek’s wife so I can get five minutes alone with him, and who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.”

“I, um—” you floundered for a minute – the words look pretty on my arm setting your heart racing, which was stupid, he’d literally just said he wanted you to be his arm candy for a night, it meant nothing – and Silco raised an eyebrow at your hesitation.

“You’ll be paid overtime for your trouble, of course,” he said.

“That wasn’t—thank you, sir,” you said quickly.

“Good,” he said, flicking through some of the papers on his desk, his focus already slipping back to his work. “Meet me outside Ko Shosu’s house at eight sharp. Wear something nice and do not be late.”

It was a struggle to focus on your work for the next two days. The figures that usually came so easily to you seemed to blur together until you had to triple-check your spreadsheets in case you’d made an error while your mind insisted on screeching Silco think’s I’m pretty over and over like a stuck record. You were sure he’d meant nothing by that offhanded comment, but that didn’t help anything.

It was almost a relief when the next evening rolled around just so you could focus on doing something.

But that relief didn’t last long when you realised you didn’t have the first clue what you should wear to a party at a topsider’s fancy estate. There wasn’t time to hit up the markets even if you could justify the expense, so you settled for a black dress that was simple, but showed off your figure without showing too much of anything else, as you could at least guess that anything shorter than the knee-length hem of your dress might not go over well among the stiff, buttoned-up topsiders. You’d had the dress a long time and had to stitch it once or twice, but surely nobody would notice a little thing like that.

You felt strangely buoyant as you made your way through the upper districts of Zaun, where at this time in the evening business was just starting to pick up. Lines were forming outside the nicer clubs, the street hawkers were packing up to make way for the crowds, and the air nearly sparkled with Shimmer residue as you passed the open doors of some of the edgier establishments, where topsiders went to get a taste of the undercity without actually having to venture below. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to be annoyed at the arrogant topsiders who came to Zaun to indulge in all the things they couldn’t in Piltover before returning to their cushy homes and easy lives. Tonight felt like an infiltration, and it was you who would be inserting yourself somewhere you could never belong.

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You met up with Silco outside the gates of Ko Shosu’s estate. He’d gone straight there from a meeting with some topsider businessman, and he was dressed as elegantly as he always was. As you approached you glanced at the people milling around on the wide driveway, and you suddenly felt underdressed.

“You’re almost late,” Silco said by way of greeting, and the nervous knot in your stomach only tightened.

“Sorry, sir. Border guards held me up. You know how they are.” The Enforcer at the checkpoint on the bridge had made a huge fuss over your ID photo having a slightly different hairstyle than you did now, just being an asshole because he was an Enforcer and he could.

“Hm,” was all he said as his eyes raked over you, and your mind instantly went to those little stitches in your dress. You suddenly felt as if he could see every little flaw in you, and the feeling only worsened when a couple of women in glittering floor-length gowns swept past, arm-in-arm and laughing airily.

“Do I look all right?” you said just to break the tense silence. “This is the best I have.”

“You look perfectly acceptable,” Silco said, and that was almost worse than if he hadn’t said anything. Acceptable. You’d be lucky if you weren’t mistaken for a servant. “Shall we?” he said then, offering you his arm. When you hesitated, he rolled his eyes. “Take my arm. We have to at least appear as if we both want to be here.”

“Do you want to be here?” you said as you curled your hand around his elbow, trying to ignore the jolt you felt at touching him, even if he was wearing a coat.

He scoffed. “Of course I don’t. But needs must.”

As you made your way up the long driveway, you couldn’t help but gawk at your surroundings. You knew this wasn’t even close to being the grandest house in all of Piltover, but at that moment you could have believed it. There were at least four floors, the upper two ringed in balconies spilling over with hanging flowers and vines. The next closest house had to be at least a hundred metres away, and in the dark space between you could make out the open expanse of a lawn lit by a ring of ground-level lamps, and manicured trees on each side. You couldn’t imagine what the topsiders would do with such a space – you could probably fit a whole other house in there, even one as large as Shosu’s.

And when you entered the house itself, you actually gasped. “Someone lives here? It looks like a palace.”

Silco shot you a glare as you stared at your surroundings with wide eyes, barely even registering the doorman who came to take your coats. “Remember how I said you were the only one I could trust not to fill your pockets? Don’t make me regret it.”

But you were hardly listening as your eyes roved over the crowded ballroom. It was a sea of fine suits and jewel-toned gowns, with servants darting through the throngs like the quick little fish that lived in the shallows of the river, trays of drinks and tiny pastry-like things balanced on their fingertips. Music drifted from somewhere you couldn’t see, almost drowned out by the chatter, and diamonds glittered at fingers and throats – and even on the ceiling, you noticed as your eyes drifted upwards, or at least it seemed like the chandeliers were draped in strings of gemstones that scattered the lights in every direction.

“Concentrate, girl,” Silco muttered close to your ear, making you shiver. “Remember why we’re here. Torek is over there,” he said, though you couldn’t possibly guess which of the guests he was indicating. “Do you remember your task?”

You dragged your eyes away from the spectacle before you to meet his mismatched eyes. “Keep his wife distracted while you get him to consider working with you. I’ve got it.”

“Good. We won’t need to stay long – an hour at most, then you can go home and do whatever you’d like. Maybe you can even catch Ran and Dustin.” As he said this the corner of his mouth tilted up, and you realised with some shock that the Eye of Zaun was teasing you.

You shrugged in what you hoped was nonchalance. “It takes as long as it takes. You know I’m not one to rush a job.”

“I’m aware,” he said as you started to make your way through the crowd, weaving through the throng as if you weren’t aiming straight for your unfortunate target. Perhaps it was because people knew he was from the Undercity, or maybe whispers of the things his people did in dark alleys and dingy establishments travelled ahead of him, but the dense crowd of people seemed to loosen before him, as if people suddenly remembered they had other places to be when he approached. If it offended him, Silco gave no sign, but instead he leaned in to you again. “He is close now. Laugh like I’ve said something terribly clever, you look petrified.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, but you did as he asked anyway, and it seemed to help. The tension you had felt in the air around you receded a little, and before you knew it Silco was shaking hands with a tall, portly man. You barely heard as he introduced you as his guest for the night, your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. Rupert Torek had an open, kind face, his eyes crinkling at the sides when he smiled, and he didn’t seem surprised that Silco had sought him out. You wondered if he had any idea how fucked he was.

“We haven’t met before! I’m Liana, Rupert’s wife,” a voice at your side said, making you start, though you quickly smoothed it over with a smile as you turned to the woman who had appeared next to you, introducing yourself and hoping you sounded like you knew you belonged here, just like she did.

Liana glanced between you and Silco, who had already captured her husband’s full attention. Her brows lowered slightly, and you wondered if she had suspicions about her husband’s gambling. “I didn’t know Silco had a partner,” she said carefully.

“Oh, we’re not…together,” you said, laughing airily. “I’m just accompanying him tonight.”

“I see,” Liana said, though now her smile seemed frozen in place, and you wondered if you’d offended her somehow. But nevertheless she called over a couple of her friends, whose names you quickly forgot, and for a moment you were very pleased with yourself. There was no chance Liana would try to join her husband’s conversation while you had her distracted like this.

It was at this point that things started to go wrong.

In hindsight, you should have realised what Liana thought you were implying when you’d said you were accompanying your boss, and what a topsider would think of that particular occupation. But you were a few minutes into a banal, vapid conversation with Liana and her friends about something that you weren’t really paying attention to before you realised that they all thought you were a whore he’d hired for the night, and apparently found this very offensive judging by the bladed smiles and barbed compliments that started heading your way. It didn’t help that you were inadvertently showing much more skin than any of them – and how you were supposed to know the current fashions topside, you had no idea. Pretty soon your fingers were itching to take off one of your high-heeled shoes and beat Liana’s face in with it, but you couldn’t exactly square up in the middle of a ballroom as if you were in a Zaunite dive bar.

So instead, you just played dumb.

You let the thinly-veiled insults, the insinuations that you didn’t belong among them, glance off you. Nobody spent their whole life in Zaun without growing their own kind of armour. Right now yours was keeping your smile frozen firmly on your face, and so Liana was too busy with you to notice that her husband was making a business deal with the Eye of Zaun himself, right under her powdered nose.

That thought made you glance over at Silco, and the second your eyes met his, you felt a strange sort of calm descend over you. Rupert Torek was still chatting away, not even a hint of discomfort on his round face. Silco gave you a minute, almost imperceptible nod, raising his glass of wine slightly.

It had actually worked.

You tried to keep your face blank. That only became harder when Silco turned his attention back to Torek and you realised that when you’d looked over at him, he’d already been watching you.

-

Soon after, you excused yourself to go to the ladies’ room. You were pretty sure Liana and her friends forgot all about you as soon as you were out of sight – or at least you hoped so. You didn’t want to know what they’d be saying about you as soon as you were out of earshot.

You didn’t head to the bathroom, though. Instead you went out the way you’d come in, not bothering to collect your coat from the doorman as you went down the stone steps as fast as you could without running.

As soon as you were outside, away from the glare of the house’s lights, you felt the tightness that had settled in your chest loosen. You hadn’t even noticed the anxiety creep under your skin with every barb Liana and her friends had thrown your way, but when it finally dissipated you wondered how you’d been able to breathe at all.

You should go back now that you’d got your fresh air. You couldn’t just disappear.

But one glance back at the shadowy figures moving through the ballroom windows had you moving away from the house, into the shadows of the grounds where nobody would notice the Zaunite girl who was hilariously out of place among them.

The pathways were lit by low electric lights, and there was nobody else out here. You chose a path along the edge of the grounds, shielded on one side by a high wall and on the other by a huge rosebush bordering the lawn. You weren’t sure whether you were really supposed to be out here, but nobody stopped you as you wandered further into the grounds. 

Eventually you found a bench and you sat down, tipping your head back to watch the stars in the sky. You’d only ever seen them when Silco sent you up to Piltover on business, and on those nights there was never time to stop and really look at them. Down in the Undercity it was difficult to see the sky at all through the smog, let alone the dozens of stars that shimmered through the haze of Piltover’s lights.

For some reason you couldn’t name, tears sprang to your eyes unbidden, and you tried to blink them away without ruining your makeup.

Of course, that was the moment you heard footsteps approaching.

“Drinking alone already?”

Your head snapped up to see Silco strolling towards you, and it was then that you realised you still had your glass of wine in your hand. You sighed, taking a sip as your boss sat down next to you.

“Just needed some air,” you muttered as Silco slung his arm over the back of the bench. It didn’t escape you that if you leaned back, he would have his arm around you. “How did it go with Torek?”

“I expect we’ll be getting a visit from him or one of his associates in the near future. His wife wasn’t too much for you, I take it?”

“I handled it. But they’re all just so…ugh.”

Silco chuckled as he pulled a cigar from somewhere in his coat, and you tried not to let the sound startle you. You’d never heard Silco laugh before, not even a little, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Don’t worry, we won’t have to do this again for a while.” You watched as he held the cigar between his crooked teeth as he flicked his lighter, the strange angle of the lights highlighting his sharp cheekbones as he took a long drag.

“You know, I don’t think we’re allowed to smoke out here.”

“I don’t care.” He blew a long puff of smoke out into the crisp night air, staining it with a rich scent of tobacco and spices. “Is something bothering you?”

You searched for words to explain the anger tightening your throat, but came up with nothing that made sense. You were a numbers girl. Words were Silco’s thing. You shrugged. “It’s stupid. It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m asking, so I would say it does.” His voice had hardened, and you glanced over at him in alarm, though he didn’t look angry.

You didn’t want to push it, though, so you sighed and took a sip from your wine to buy a few seconds, feeling Silco’s mismatched gaze on you the whole time. “It’s just…all they did in there was bitch about things. What I was wearing, how I acted, their husbands, their lives. And yet…” you gestured vaguely at your surroundings. The gardens that must have needed a whole team of people to maintain. The lawn that sat empty when it could have grown enough food to feed a whole street of hungry Zaunites. The house. “They have all this, but it’s all they’ve ever had, so they can’t even see how privileged they really are. Meanwhile we have to scrape every penny just to put food on the table and some people in Zaun don’t even get that. If I lived up here I’d never complain about anything ever again,” you finished, and by now you were speaking into your wine glass, your eyes fixed on the ground.

Silco was quiet for a moment, and you didn’t dare glance up at him to see if you could gauge what he was really thinking. You’d never been so candid with your boss before, and you half expected him to leave and pretend tonight had never happened. The very last thing you expected him to say was, “What if I told you that tonight had been something of a test of your loyalties?”

Now you did look up, and he was watching you with that kind of calculated detachment he was so good at, though something in the hard lines of his face had softened. Or maybe it was just the moonlight.

“I don’t understand, sir.”

He took his time answering, taking another long drag of his cigar and releasing the smoke in a ring. “You’ve been with me a short while now, and you’re a very talented accountant. With your skills and some forged papers you could easily find work topside. Something with less risk and more pay.”

You flushed at his insinuation. “You pay me just fine.”

He rolled his eyes. “All wages are higher topside, you know that. You could have walked out of that house with a whole list of people who would pay you far more than I can for the same work, but you didn’t. Instead you stood there and allowed me to work on Torek while everyone in that room thought you were just some girl I’d hired for the night.”

You started to splutter a protest, but it died on your lips when you realised Silco was right. If you’d revealed your real job it would have raised Liana’s suspicions.

“It’s a long road ahead of us until Zaun is an independent nation. The topsiders won’t let us go without a fight,” he said, his voice dropping in case you weren’t alone in the gardens. “There will be times when you are tempted by offers of money, better jobs in better places, employers who won’t ask you to break the topsiders’ laws every day. I needed to know that you were true to the cause, that you would remain loyal to me even when you had the opportunity to make things easier for yourself.”

“You were giving me an out,” you said as it clicked into place. “Why now?”

“Because by now, you know exactly what you’re getting into by staying. Your choice to work for me is a genuine one.”

“So did I pass? Your test, I mean.”

“We would not be sitting here now if you had failed.”

You weren’t involved in the…bloodier side of Silco’s business, but you weren’t ignorant to it, either. You knew what he did to people he suspected of disloyalty. Would he really have let you go if you’d wanted? Or would you have disappeared into the shadows of the Lanes, never to be heard from again? You wouldn’t be the first. But then you realised that you’d never been afraid of that, because you would never give him a reason to doubt your loyalties. Zaun had to break free of Piltover, and he was the only one with the wits, the resources, and the sheer bloody-mindedness to finally cut the undercity free.

A sudden cold breeze blew in off the river, making the hedges surrounding you tremble, and you became acutely aware that you had left your coat inside. Before you could give yourself the chance to think better of it, you leaned back, and as you’d suspected, Silco didn’t move his arm. He didn’t quite put his arm around you, but he traced a circle on your bare shoulder with the back of his thumb, almost as if he was reluctant to touch you in case he scared you off.

“We can return to the party if you wish,” he said, and now he was near enough for his warm breath on your ear to send shivers along your skin that had nothing to do with the chilled night air.

“I prefer it out here.”

“As do I.” He held his cigar between his teeth as he reached into his coat and produced a small metal hip flask.

You couldn’t help but snort as he uncapped it and the smell of whiskey hit your nose. “You brought your own alcohol?”

He took a swig and then passed the flask to you. “Better than the swill they’re serving in there.”

“That swill is probably very expensive.”

“So is this. Drink.”

You took a small sip and were proud of yourself when you didn’t cough, even though the whiskey was strong enough to make your eyes water. A pleasant warm sensation spread out from your chest as you swallowed, though, and you shivered as you licked a drop off your lip. “Definitely tastes expensive.”

You looked up at him, and Silco’s eyes quickly snapped away from your mouth as he made a vague hum of agreement. For a while neither of you spoke, and you only passed the flask back and forth in companionable silence. The music that drifted towards you on the wind picked up in pace, and you heard the occasional drunken shout in the distance. Still nobody ventured into the dark grounds.

“Earlier I told you that you looked acceptable,” Silco said all of a sudden as he tapped out his half-smoked cigar and put it back in the tin. “I believe I should have told you that you look lovely instead.”

You felt a flush creep up your neck, and you risked a glance up at your boss – who had told you that you would look pretty on his arm, who had trusted you with this mission and had noticed when you slipped off to be alone. Nobody ever did that.

Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe you were delusional or perhaps just stupid. You didn’t really know why you did it, but before you could think better of it, you leaned over and kissed him.

It was only a quick, chaste press of your lips against his, and you instantly regretted it when Silco stayed completely still against you. You jerked backwards, already apologising. “I’m so sorry sir, I shouldn’t—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Silco’s hand was firm on the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him and kissed you. Properly this time. It was your turn to freeze in shock, but you quickly got over it as his tongue danced against yours and you tasted whiskey and smoke. You eagerly let him in as he deepened the kiss, shivering as his hand slid up your leg from your knee to your thigh, and for the first time that night you were glad of your too-short skirt.

You gasped in surprise as he pulled you onto his lap, barely breaking the kiss as he made you straddle him, your skirt riding up as your thighs spread. Feeling bold, you ran your hands through his soft hair, and he hummed in approval as you raked your nails through the short hair at the base of his neck. In response he gave your ass a firm squeeze, grinding you down onto his lap.

And onto the hard length beneath you.

You circled your hips against him as he moved down to your neck, holding you in place with a hand in your hair pulling just tight enough to hurt as he bit more than kissed you, leaving marks that would definitely be impossible to hide in this dress. You couldn’t give a shit. No way were you going back into that stupid party after this.

“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this,” Silco said, emphasising his point with a sharp snap of his hips up against you.

“I—” you started, but you could only focus on his hands creeping up your thighs again. Except this time, they didn’t stop.

“Go on,” he coaxed, as if you were supposed to focus on anything except his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You hissed as he tugged them down and the cold night air hit your pussy, and it faded into a whimper as he trailed his fingers along your lips, pausing to circle your entrance in a way that made your back arch. “And don’t you dare try to lie to me, sweetheart, because you’re already wet for me.”

“Um…” you tried to focus on anything but the soft, barely-there brush of his fingers against your pussy. Every time you tried to grind against his hand he moved away, keeping his touch just a little too soft, the bastard. “I think – maybe…”

“A few weeks?�� he prompted.

“Mm – no…”

He raised an eyebrow, but rewarded your answer by pressing his thumb against your clit, though he still refused to give you what you wanted. Needed.

“Months?”

“Longer. Since… I wanted this since my first day working for you.” Finally, Silco slid one long finger into you as his thumb drew an agonisingly slow circle over your clit, and your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

“Do you want to know a secret, my lovely?” he said, his fingers moving faster, obscene wet noises filling the air.

“M-hm.”

“I have you beat. I’ve wanted this since I interviewed you.”

Your eyes flew open at his admission just as he sank another finger into you without warning. Later. You could think about what he’d said later. For now you just let yourself enjoy the curl of his long fingers inside you, the expert ministrations of his thumb on your clit that sent waves of warm pleasure up your spine.

Until the bastard stopped.

He withdrew his hand from you, and his fingers glistened in the moonlight from your wetness. Your eyes widened as he licked them clean, then he motioned for you to stand. “Get up. Go and stand at the end of the bench.”

You followed his directions on shaky legs, and Silco followed, casually strolling around to stand behind you. You had a good idea of what he intended. He trailed his fingers up your bare arms, then fisted one hand in your hair while the other held your bicep in a bruising grip. “If you want this to stop,” he purred in your ear, “say the word now.”

You only pushed back against him, feeling his hard length behind you.

“I thought not.” Then he bent you over the arm of the bench, the ornate steel armrest digging into your hips as he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties down to your knees. You weren’t sure if you shivered with the cool breeze or the anticipation as you heard him unbutton his pants, his hand still in your hair. Then you hissed as you felt the press of his cock against your centre, arched your back as he slid it through your wetness before finally sinking into you as his free hand started playing with your clit once more.

Your voice rose in a high, keening cry as he sheathed himself inside you, easing the ache of his entry with his fingers on your clit. He stopped abruptly, pulling you up by your hair. “Hush now,” he hissed in your ear as he let go of your hair and shoved his fingers in your mouth. You could taste the echo of yourself on his skin. “You don’t want them to think you really are my whore, do you?”

You choked around his fingers for a moment before you relaxed your throat enough that you could shake your head and make a garbled nuh-uh sound, which earned you a low chuckle.

“I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart,” he said as he started to move, setting a quick, urgent pace that reminded you that anybody could come around the corner and see you bent over a bench with the most powerful man in the Undercity driving into you from behind as you gagged on his fingers. Every thrust of his hips ground yours against the metal armrest, and you knew you’d surely have bruises in the morning. “I wish we were somewhere I could fuck you properly. Take you apart piece by piece until you’re nothing more than a writhing, crying mess in my bed. But perhaps you do like the idea of someone seeing you, seeing how well you’re taking me. How wet you are.” His breathing was becoming shallow as he fucked you, but that didn’t stop the stream of filth from his mouth. “I don’t know about you, but I would kill to see the look on Ko Shosu’s face when he realises we used his party to lure his friend into our web and then defiled his rose garden right under his nose.”

He said something else after that too, but you’d stopped listening to his words and let the low, rough cadence of his voice be the final push you needed over that peak you’d been approaching, once interrupted and now higher than ever. Even Silco’s fingers in your mouth weren’t enough to muffle your cries as you came, your thighs shaking from the strain of standing while your walls clamped down on Silco’s cock, over and over again in waves of agonising bliss. He followed soon after, and you felt a warm rush as he spilled himself inside you with a groan he muffled in your neck.

For a moment you both stood there, catching your breath. You sighed in relief as Silco removed his fingers from your mouth, and after tucking himself away he cleaned you up with a handkerchief before pulling your panties back up for you. “You felt just as good as I’d imagined you would,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your abused scalp.

“Is that something you imagined often, sir?” you said teasingly.

“Most nights,” he murmured into your hair. “And perhaps some days, too.”

Well, damn. You had no idea what to say to that, other than, “Me too.” Maybe you had actually drank too much. “Take me home,” you said, leaning back against his chest as he straightened out your skirts. You felt him smile against your hair.

“It would be my absolute pleasure.”

#arcane x reader #silco x reader #silco x you #arcane x you #arcane x female reader #cursedfanfic #ive been dipping in and out of this for months and now im sick of looking at it so here you go lol

[moviecritc]

hii ! i was wondering if i could request a fanfic about Max verstappen and y/n —or you can give her a name UR CHOICE :) — anyways could you possibly follow the lines of them being complete strangers meeting in the Mexico GP, to becoming friends, then later on being lovers.

I’m not sure if you like to write sad stories but could you also possibly make a sad ending where towards the end they break up and whenever they are around eachother they act like complete strangers

Hopefully you take my request :) it was mainly inspired by a song called “strange” by Celeste !

Thank youuu !!

fortnight ⋆ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reporter!reader

word count: 2.7K

warnings: bad boyfriend behaviour, angst (sort of)

a/n: it took me so long finishing this, and im not fully convinced with the result :( i also changed things a bit. anyways i loved the whole vibe, so maybe i write something similar soon

also this ended up giving massive fortnight by t swift vibes so i named it bc of that

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They were made for each other, or at least that's what everyone said. They had their first encounter at the Mexican Grand Prix. Y/N had been working as a reporter and interviewer for the races all season, but she had never had the chance to interview Max.

Mexico must have been one of Y/N's favorite places, all the culture, food, and people made her feel very welcomed. The race week in Mexico was the one she felt most nostalgic about once the season was over.

She arrived at the airport on Tuesday or Wednesday, she didn't quite remember, the only thing she remembered about her arrival in Mexico was the jet lag and that instead of grabbing her suitcase, she took Max Verstappen's.

She had always felt a certain intimidation towards him, by his way of driving and treating his teammates on the track. So, she was terrified to have to contact him. Surprisingly, it was Max who contacted her.

He called a few hours after she arrived at the hotel, she still wondered how he got her phone number and her name.

"Y/N L/N?" he asked. She recognized the voice and took a few seconds to process it. "I'm Max. I think I have your suitcase."

"Hello, yes. Uh, I think I have your suitcase too," She scratched her neck a bit.

"Ah, fantastic. Are you free now to exchange them?"

"Sure, yeah. Where?"

"I can come to your hotel, I don't want to cause you too much trouble," Max commented in a calm tone. That seemed like a super sweet gesture coming from him.

"Alright, I'll send you the location, come whenever you can," And they hung up.

Y/N was quite impressed by how nice Max had been, and that it was him who contacted her and offered to go to the hotel, even though she was the one who took the wrong suitcase.

Literally five minutes later they called her room phone, telling her that someone was asking for her. She went down with the suitcase immediately, meeting the pilot and his suitcase.

Max waved his hand a bit so she would know it was him, although Y/N knew perfectly well who he was. Max observed her, she had brown hair with lighter tips than the rest of her hair, probably from dyeing it in the past, and quite long curtain bangs. Somehow her face looked familiar to him, as if he had seen her before, but at the same time not.

"Hey, here you go," Y/N handed him the suitcase and they made the exchange. "I'm really sorry for the trouble, really, I didn't even realize it wasn't my suitcase,"

"It's okay, don't worry. Did you open the suitcase?" He slightly bit his lip.

"Well, yes. But I only saw the eight or nine Red Bull shirts, I realized it wasn't my suitcase," she said, smiling.

That made Max laugh. "Are you here for the race?"

"Well, yes, I'm a reporter for DAZN," Y/N nodded.

Max raised his chin a bit, understanding why the brunette looked so familiar. He looked around and then at his watch. "Are you busy now?"

Y/N blinked, was he…?

"No, not now," she pressed her lips, trying to hide a smile.

"Can I invite you for a coffee?" he smiled shyly.

"Oh," Y/N pondered for a few seconds what to tell him.

"If not, don't worry," Max spoke. Maybe she had been thinking about the answer for too long.

"No, of course. I'd love to,"

Was it a strange start? Yes. But only that afternoon they connected in such a strange way that it scared them. Y/N had two Siamese cats, Max had two Bengal cats. He spent hours on the sim, she could spend hours watching the same series, which wasn’t exactly the same, but close. They both supported FC Barcelona and the most surprising thing was that she had been on exchange in the Netherlands, at the same school Max was attending. The only thing was that he barely went to classes because he was going from championship to championship.

That afternoon it felt as if someone had made them meet, because it was too much of a coincidence to find someone so similar to you because of one suitcase.

"Will I see you in the paddock tomorrow?" Max asked, as they were saying goodbye.

"I hope so,"

"Stop by the Red Bull garage if you have time,"

Y/N nodded and bit her lip, still unable to believe the instant connection she had with Max. She even forgot she had terrible jet lag. At no point did she consider that this could end badly.

…

At the Brazil Grand Prix, they were already sharing a hotel room. Nobody knew yet that they were together so they could come and go as they pleased. Y/N was still a reporter for DAZN, although now that she spent so much time with Max her reports started to be shorter and with fewer details. She barely paid attention to the races, she stayed near the Red Bull garage, trying to see him when he entered the pits.

By that time, Y/N realized that maybe she was spending too much time with Max. In just those two weeks, Max had been pivoting between the sim and the hotel bed. At first, he said nice things to her and stayed with her for a while, asking her what she had been doing or what movie she was going to watch now. But the last time, he dressed immediately and went back to the sim.

Y/N even remembered how well they had connected and how comfortable she had felt, although it had only been fourteen days ago. She didn't even think about confronting him, after all, they were nothing, they never were.

Why? A serious relationship would only take up time that he could use for much more productive things for his career. That was better, even if it made the brunette feel as if he only wanted to satisfy himself with her.

"Max, it's late and I'm hungry, what if we go out for dinner?" Y/N entered her room where he had all the set up, it was the first time she saw it and she thought it was crazy that Max had all those screens, all those gadgets just to pretend to drive.

"I can't now, schat," he said, moving his hand a bit to try to make physical contact with her, but he didn't manage to because he didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"Well, remember we have the flight to Las Vegas tomorrow at noon. Come to bed soon," Y/N commented, looking at his crown.

She fell asleep before feeling Max's weight on the bed.

She didn't know why, but she really thought that in Vegas something would change, maybe because of the atmosphere or because it was the last races, maybe he would be slightly more relaxed now that he had practically won the championship. She even thought they would enter the paddock together, that she would have a fixed spot in the Red Bull garage or something, but a minimum of recognition from him towards her.

But it was quite the opposite. Max didn't show up in the paddock until Thursday afternoon while she had to be there since Tuesday. He made her take the plane alone and he didn't even text her when he landed. She had to find out he was already in Las Vegas when she saw him passing by her in the paddock and Y/N made a gesture to greet him, smile at him or make a simple gesture, but Max passed by without even looking at her.

That's when she realized she would have to confront him. He was behaving like a complete jerk, and Y/N was sure she wasn't the first woman who got fed up with him for that.

With a couple of calls and several messages, she managed to find out the hotel and the room where Max was staying. After a day full of interviews, Y/N went straight to the hotel address, knocking on his door.

"Hey, hello," he said, already in his pajamas and with a tired look. "I was thinking about you."

"Oh, me too," Seeing Max's hand on her waist, Y/N pulled away from him immediately.

Max raised his eyebrows at once, surprised by the abruptness of the brunette. "Are you alright?"

Y/N lowered her gaze slightly, choosing her words. Suddenly she was more than nervous to say something. "What… what are we?"

"In what sense?" he asked cautiously. He thought it was too soon for that conversation.

"What sense is it going to be?" she approached, realizing that Max probably was just a man like the rest, who had an unjustified fear of naming relationships.

"Uh," he said. Y/N blinked, waiting for a more complete sentence. "Do you want to make it public or something?"

Y/N ignored the 'or something', sticking only to the first words. She smiled a little, getting closer to Max.

"Is that what you want?" He asked again, putting his hands on her waist now that she let him.

"I would like that, yes," she nodded, before Max gave her a quick kiss. "You've been leaving me hanging for a few days."

"Schat, you know I have to train and prepare for the races," Max insisted, sliding his hands much lower than her waist.

Y/N was going to say something, but Max caught her lips and didn't let go until he felt satisfied.

On Friday they arrived together at the paddock, attracting attention from the media. They didn't talk much, she was afraid they would read her lips.

Y/N had to go with her team to interview the Ferrari team and they kissed in front of a couple of cameras as a goodbye. The image went viral in minutes. After finishing the interviews, she received a couple of comments from people around the paddock about how lucky Max was to have found her.

Y/N couldn't understand how he was the lucky one. After all, she was the one with the Formula 1 star pilot. She got on Twitter, seeing how several users commented on how amazing she was, how she had managed to make a name for herself in motorsport, how sweet and funny people found her, Y/N would never in her life use "funny" as an adjective to describe herself. And the best part, that Max should feel more than lucky to have her. That they made a practically perfect couple, that they coordinated super well. Just a few steps in the paddock had made them the couple of the moment. The example to follow.

Max won that race and jumped into her arms when he got out of the car, giving her a strong wet kiss in a very unsexy way. That totally took Y/N by surprise, she couldn't believe his first thought after winning was her. Who knows which of his PR team told him to do that.

"I'll see you in a few hours, wait for me in the hotel room," Max told her, kissing her cheek.

"Max, I also work here. I have to do interviews," she reminded him, with a somewhat serious look.

"Ah, alright,"

"Let me know when you're done," Y/N turned without saying or doing anything else.

She worked until late at night without being able to get out of her head that she and Max had progressed so much in the relationship that they had skipped all the really good parts, the honeymoon phase. And this time it had been her fault, it had been her idea to make it public maybe too soon.

She arrived at Max's room, which was dimly lit and cold. She took a long shower, still wondering what she should do now that their relationship wasn't working out at all.

When she came out of the shower, with wet hair and pajamas on, she found Max lying on the bed, sliding his finger over the screen of his cell phone.

"The shower is free now, were you waiting for long?" Y/N spoke, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm already showered, I was waiting for you," Max admitted with a sweet look.

"Oh," she said. "You didn't have to, I'm sure you're tired,"

Y/N walked cautiously to the free side of the bed, because they hadn't even talked about their sides of the bed. Max got up and changed his clothes, Y/N remembered how good shape Max was in and how good he was in bed as he was with the car. She discreetly bit her lip.

"I wanted to talk to you, actually," Max mentioned as he sat down next to her, giving Y/N goosebumps. "Did you see that people adore us?" Max hugged her by the shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N let out a sustained thread of air in her lungs and smiled. "Yes," It seemed strange to Max that that was the only thing that came out of Y/N's mouth. "Is that a good thing, isn't it?" he asked, now somewhat confused. "Of course, someone should."

Max blinked, now separating from her body so he could see her well. "What do you mean by that?"

"Since we don't adore each other," she mentioned, as if by chance.

"What do you mean by that?" Max asked, having no idea what Y/N was saying.

She sighed, shaking her head slightly. She wondered how someone couldn't realize something so simple.

"Forget it, Max," she fixed, getting comfortable in bed. "I'm tired."

"Wait, let's talk," he insisted, getting closer to her, with a worried look.

Y/N clicked her tongue, sitting up on the pillow. "Do you like me?"

"Of course, you're beautiful and attentive and intelligent. Why wouldn't I like you?"

That made her heart shrink a bit. "But do you see me as something lasting?"

Max thought about his answer. No. "I don't know,"

That was enough for Y/N to know the real answer, she clicked her tongue and moved slightly away from him.

"Y/N, you have to understand that I have a complicated job and…"

"For God's sake, Max, we both work in the same field. If you want to blame the distance or something like that, it won't work," Y/N denied, biting her cheek with anger.

Max pressed his lips, trying to hide that that was exactly what he was going to do.

"I think I better leave," Y/N commented, pulling the sheets.

Max saw all her movements, from when she got up until she picked up her things and left through the door. Y/N still somehow hoped he would say something, but Max didn't even move. He simply waited for her to leave so he could lie down and go to sleep.

Y/N didn't cry, she didn't even consider it. It had been a short time and there was no need to waste time thinking about what could have happened. For God's sake, she didn't even know if it had been a real relationship.

It had started perfectly but had been declining just a few days after they met.

In the last Grand Prix, Y/N was with her team most of the time, writing columns for DAZN's website report and preparing questions for her colleagues' interviews.

"Y/N, here are the questions for Max's interviews," her colleague said.

"Huh?"

"Everyone wants you to interview Max, for obvious reasons," he nodded, as if it were totally normal.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Y/N mentioned, making a face.

"Y/N, he and everyone else are waiting for the interview," he insisted, nodding his head behind his back. Y/N turned discreetly, observing Max leaning against a wall, trying so hard not to look at her.

"Fuck," she muttered with a soft frown. "Ok, let's do this quick,"

She standed up with a bored and sick stare, there was Red Bull's engineers everywhere and even people taking pictures of her.

"Hey," he greeted her as she approached.

"Let's get this over with quickly, okay?" she nodded.

"Try not to be too harsh, people still think we're together," Max commented.

Y/N's gaze hardened. "I'll do whatever I want, Max," she clenched her jaw and gave the cameraman a nod to start broadcasting the interview.

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[heliads]

Ink Stains

Moving from Amity to Dauntless was quite the lifestyle change. Still, nothing rocks your boat more than meeting Eric Coulter for the first time, especially when he seems to like you more than he should.

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Creativity does not flourish much in Dauntless, nor art for that matter. It is strange, then, that you, so fully borne of both, would choose this bloody faction as opposed to any other. Your birth faction, Amity, is better suited to your temperament and interests, but you had hardly realized that when you underwent the Choosing Ceremony. All of us must leave our homes when we grow up, and only very few can return.

Dauntless seemed like the furthest place you could run, so of course that was the one you chose. You missed it later, only after loathing it, blaming it for your troubles, and finally admitting that it might have been a good home to you, but only after far too long.

Sometimes, you think that’s why the city decided to force its inhabitants to choose their home faction when they’re so young. At that age, all you want to do is escape, so you pick something strange and foreign, a faction that your family would hate so you could fight back against them. When the dust clears and you realize that the past was not so terrible after all, you are in the middle of a strange place with no way of returning, so you have no choice but to fight to stay there.

It would instill a truly fascinating sense of dedication in its transfers, to say the least. Or perhaps no one is like that at all, and it is just that you have made a mistake with no way to fix it. Maybe you should have stayed in Amity after all, been content with familiar nothingness and learned to fake your smiles at least as well as your mother, or save your anger for when no one can see it, like your father.

You don’t think you were meant for Amity, though, not really. It vexed you to no end, the simplicity of it all. You did enjoy the painting, the artists that sprung up in every corner, common as dandelions, but that wasn’t the end of it. The rules were chafing yet vague, the expectations ever-changing. It should have come as no surprise that you would leave.

Besides, you did well in Dauntless initiation, to the great surprise of just about everyone there. They saw your brightly colored clothes when you leapt from the roof, but soon enough you blended in with the lot of them and people would double take when you told them you hadn’t been born in Dauntless proper. The thought that you could be from Amity of all places was insane, and had it not been for the fact that you still remember the waving gold of the fields, the high flying birds that soared above your head, you would have believed it as little as your new friends.

Despite your best attempts to immediately separate yourself from your former faction, you couldn’t shake the memories completely. That’s why you didn’t shoot for one of the top jobs or security positions. Those were snapped up by the really good kids, the ones who aren’t just not carefree but genuinely heartless.

You ended up taking a position among the ranks of tattoo artists and quickly soared to the top. Amity had taught you clarity and control in your art, and soon you were known for your original designs. More often than not, Dauntless looking for a new pattern would ask you to draw something directly as opposed to just using one of the countless templates already printed out.

It gives them a sense of originality, for one thing. No one tattoo is ever the same when it comes to your works. It saves members of the faction from the embarrassing experience of showing off a new tattoo just to see the guy across from you roll up his sleeve to reveal the exact same thing.

Soon enough, your name has spread far and wide across Dauntless, and you get more and more customers by the day. That’s how you know that you ended up choosing the right faction and way of life after all, and it’s also how you meet Eric Coulter for the first time.

Eric is somewhat of a mixed bag. He only graduated from initiation a year or so before you, so he didn’t lead your training when you first joined the faction. You’ve heard he’s a total killer, both in the fighting ring and at every other moment of the day, so you were more than a little uneasy when he first darkened the door of your shop.

You’re not really sure what you expected when he showed up in the beginning. That he’d yell at you, maybe, like you’d heard in whispers. Apparently he’d go off on anyone if he felt the need– someone taking the wrong water glass in the mess hall, or an idiot trainee who didn’t get ready in time– or he could have just been there to complain about some failed regulation you didn’t know about.

Instead, he was nice, actually, which was somehow even more unsettling than if he’d just been the harsh training leader he is to everyone else. He’d spent a lot of time admiring your works, even offering up a rare compliment here and there. At last, he’d decided on an initial design, and taken a seat on your chair.

Most clients talk at least a little while you’re tattooing them. New initiates usually rattle off their difficulties, grateful for an ear that won’t judge them or try to use their weaknesses to gain a position or two in the rankings. Experienced Dauntless sometimes swap gossip or discuss various pieces of information they’ve heard from contacts in other factions. Others just stay silent the whole time, thinking through ideas they’ll barely even hint at to you.

One of your friends has tattooed Eric before, and they told you he’d been absolutely icy the whole appointment, hardly even saying a word except to point out which tattoo he wanted. Maybe he’d just had a bad day then, because you and Eric actually end up talking the entire time. 

He complains about the initiates being unable to so much as tie their shoes without needing his directions, and laughs when you counter his stories with what you’ve seen outside of the scheduled training hours. Eric asks you about how you started tattooing and seems genuinely stunned that you grew up in Amity.

“It doesn’t seem possible,” he tells you over the hum of the tattoo needle, “you’re, like, normal.”

You laugh at that. “The Amity are normal, Coulter.”

He narrows his eyes. “They’re weird. Happy-go-lucky strangers. Not you, though,” he adds quickly, “you’re tough. A real Dauntless.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t take offense if you insult the Amity,” you grin, “I left for a reason, believe me on that.”

Eric frowns. “What was the reason, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You sigh, staring at the design you’re working through for a moment before getting up the strength to continue. “I clashed with the higher-ups a lot. If you weren’t totally happy and living life all the time, you felt like you were disappointing them. Everyone there claims that they’re only ever nice to them, but the faction leaders told me I was a screwup more times than I could count. Even my own parents.”

When you risk a glance up, you notice that Eric’s expression has twisted down into something colder, something almost like rage. “They were wrong. They shouldn’t have said that.”

“I know,” you laugh to yourself, “I did well in initiation, obviously they should have guessed that.”

After a while, Eric is convinced to laugh a little alongside you, but the anger doesn’t erase itself from his features for some time. “Yes,” he mumbles almost to himself, “they should have.”

The rest of the session passes without incident. The next day, you find yourself waiting at your empty station. He was supposed to come back to finish the piece, but he’s a few minutes late, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s on purpose, that you said or did something to chase him off. It could be nothing, of course, but you never know.

He ends up hurrying in soon enough, the slightly quickened beat of his walk the only sign that something is on his mind. You look up when he arrives, allowing yourself a small smile. He did come back, then. You were not too much.

“Glad to see you,” you say, “I was worried I scared you off with my inherent Amity-ness. I’ve heard it’s bad for Dauntless. Ruins the whole stoic demeanor if we smile too much.”

His lips twitch upwards briefly, but whatever had been bothering him before tamps that forbidden emotion down soon enough. “No, not your fault in the slightest. Some initiate was using the wrong kind of gun during today’s drills, nearly put another kid’s eye out. I don’t even know where he got the thing, but it happened anyway.”

“Ah,” you say with a knowing look, “Initiates.”

“Always initiates,” Eric grumbles, but he allows his smile to stick this time, and you think that maybe he isn’t as bad as the rumors allow.

The rest of the session is just as good, if not better. Eric is kind to you, says things that grow increasingly apparent to be jokes. It’s funny, you’d always heard that he was this terribly cold guy, but everyone else must have gotten him at a bad time. Either that, or that’s the Amity in you seeing the best of everyone. Still, you’re certain that his good attitude whenever you’re around isn’t faked. It can’t be.

There’s silence from him for a while. You don’t take it personally, or you shouldn’t, anyway– Eric’s a busy guy, you know that from his words alone if not from always seeing him rush around the compound. He’s a Dauntless leader, he’s not going to be hanging around a tattoo shop unless he’s actively getting new ink.

Then, about a week or so later, he comes back in. Busies himself with looking at the patterns for a while even though you both know he’s not going to get something anyone else could have. This time, he talks to you, asks what you wish you got to draw more often. When you answer, he has you put that in his latest design. It makes your stomach tie itself in tight knots, more intense than even when you’d thrown yourself off the roof on your first day on Dauntless earth.

Confusingly, Eric stops you when you’re about halfway through, says that’s all the time he’s got and that he’d like to continue tomorrow, if that’s alright with you. You ask him if he minds having an incomplete tattoo on his arm and he just laughs, tells you he’ll pull his sleeves down or something. It’s a terrible excuse, but it’s what he wants and so that must be what you want, too. It’s good business. You can tell yourself that when you’re lying awake at night, wondering just what you’ve gotten yourself into.

Eric comes in almost every day, demanding increasing progress on his tattoos. You don’t know why he insists on doing them piecewise– it’s not pain tolerance, he’s got more of that than anyone around and it’s not like Dauntless Leader Eric Coulter would ever admit to something pathetic like pain. It must be something else, then. It must be.

The tattoos spiral and change as they spread across his skin. They’re a mess, to be honest, no cohesive pattern, like he’s picking the templates with his eyes closed and only the goal of covering as much flesh as possible. 

You tell him his tattoo sleeves aren’t as coherent as they could be; he laughs, asks you to use your Amity artistry to make some sense of them. He seems unruffled by your accusations of poor taste. Later that same day, Eric punches someone’s nose in because some drunk fellow stumbling out of a party made the mistake of questioning the inked patterns. The idiot said the same things you did, more or less. One of you received a rare smile, the other, a broken bone. It makes no sense.

At some point, he’s going to run out of skin to tattoo. You warn him of this and he grins, flashing dagger-sharp teeth at you. Says that’s why he’s asking you to go so slowly with it. Inch by inch, he cedes control to you. You want to question what that means, but some part of you is scared to ask, scared that he’ll change his mind and leave, or worse, ask someone else to do it.

The last day comes, and this time you know it’ll be the end with certainty. Eric asks you to ink his throat in thick stripes, almost like you can see the angles of his spine through the skin. You sit there, trying to focus on your needle, finishing the design, instead of anything foolish like his head in your hands, his eyes resting quietly on you. He can’t talk while you’re working on his neck like this, but the weight of his gaze says enough anyway.

You finish the last stroke and allow yourself to sit there for one final moment, waiting for it all to be over. Your fingers rest on the smooth expanse of his cheekbone, and Eric raises his hand to cover yours.

“Well,” you say at last, trying to keep your voice light, “it’s been an honor to tattoo you, Eric.”

He smiles. The brief, unwelcome thought that this might be the last time you see him do that flashes through your head, and you banish it just as quickly. That’s not something you want to think about right now, if ever.

“I’d say I’m the one who’s been honored,” he returns, “you’ve got the best work in the faction and everyone knows it.”

You feel some small surge of pride in your chest when he says it, hot and bright like the Dauntless flames. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me in a different way,” he offers, “Drinks tomorrow night, maybe? On me?”

You smile back at him. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good,” he grins, standing so he can look down at you. “I’ll pick you up then. It’ll be fun. Maybe you can teach me some of that Amity optimism.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. It would suit him, you think, smiling more, trusting you so he can let down his guard. Looking at him, at how his eyes brighten when he laughs, you think it already does.

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[probably-writing-x]

The Side You See

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Nobody ever understood how somebody like you could be with somebody like Rafe. I mean, come on, you two were polar opposites. But when everyone else would disappear, and it was just the two of you left, he was every bit a new person - a side of himself that he would show when it was only your eyes that could see him.

Warnings: Mentions of drug and alcohol use, some sexual hints if you really squint, drunk and hungover Rafe

Author’s Note: Thank you SO SO much for the love on my last couple of posts, I was so sure nobody would be bothered if I started posting again but you guys have exceeded every single expectation I had. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, I can’t wait to be writing more for you lovely bunch <3

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The party was winding down from full swing, bodies spilling into every room of the house, music pounding and drinks flowing. That was something people always guaranteed when Rafe hosted a party - nobody would be going home bored, and barely anybody would be going home sober. He made exceptions for you, and really only you. You’d never been much of a drinker, beyond a glass of champagne at a family wedding, and that’s one of the reasons why it surprised people so much when you were the one Rafe went after - the one he fell in love with. You were like polar opposites from what people could see - you sipped a red cup of lemonade, and he sniffed another line. But the thing about those differences, was that Rafe had learnt his limits when he had started dating you. He could still get drunk, get high, do anything he wanted to at a party, but he was never as bad as he used to be. This was his vice, the parties, the drugs, the drink, it was a release for him away from the stress of dealing with everything his family threw at him. You knew he had his troubles, everyone knew that, but this didn’t seem like much of a big one in comparison to everything else. 

“Hey baby!” His familiar deep voice calls out to you, soon accompanied by his arm slinking around your waist. 

You knew he was drunk when he started calling you pet names in front of other people. They all looked at him like he was no longer himself.

“Having fun?” You laugh, feeling him drop more of his weight onto you as you wrap an arm around him to steady him more before an inevitable fall. 

He hums, dipping his head to bury into your neck. Since the two of you started dating, he had become the clingiest drunk you’d ever known. Not that you were complaining all that much. Though it still took everyone by surprise when he was so public in his affections - the heartless Rafe showing a heart??

“I’ve missed you,” He mutters into your neck, kissing the soft skin there. 

“Rafe, we’ve been at the same party all night,” You roll your eyes, turning so that he can wrap both arms around you, your chests bumping together. 

“You look hot,” He whispers the words, his eyes scanning over you like he still didn’t believe he was the one that got to tell you that every day. 

You were wearing a cropped tank top and shorts, with one of his big shirts open over it all, so long that it grazed the middle of your thighs. He loved when you wore his clothes, a possessive trait he’d never lose - in the best way possible. 

“Rafe, honey, how much have you had?” You ask him, dragging a hand through his growing hair, trying to force his eyes onto you. 

He squints for a prolonged moment like he’s trying to focus on you, “I can’t remember.”

It was late by now, and he’d been drinking since dinner with Topper, and you were sure he was getting to be more and more of a lightweight.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You offer, running your hand down his arm, where the curves of his biceps clung to his shirt. 

He grins, clearly impressed by your suggestion, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning around. Only then does he start shouting at the dispersing crowd to leave, swinging his arms around, taking cups out of peoples’ hands. They all inevitably oblige, because this was Rafe; you’d be stupid to not listen to him. 

Eventually, only the two of you remain as Topper and Kelce shout a slurred goodbye and something about wrapping it up, before they both walk off in the same direction. 

“Just us,” Rafe mumbles, stumbling in his steps as he walks back over to you on the porch. 

You laugh, “Babe, do you need to be sick?” 

He shushes you, flopping down onto the couch along one side of the wooden fence.

“You don’t want to sleep out here,” You roll your eyes at him, crouching down to his head height.

“But its so comfy,” He slurs, eyes closed and lips parting. 

“Rafe?”

Your only response is a soft snore from his parted lips, rumbling in the air between the two of you. You pull the throw from the back of the couch and drape it over him, taking one of the empty plant pots and setting it in front of him in case his stomach eventually rejected everything he’d put into his body, and you go back into the empty house to curl up on the sofa. Close enough that you could still see him. 

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In the morning, you’re up when the sun is and Rafe is still flat out snoring on the porch sofa. He’s on his stomach with his hair spraying in different directions, his head on its side and his eyes flickering every so often in his slumber. You potter around the house clearing up the remaining mess left over from the party. There are enough red cups to fill up two full bin bags, clattering around the plastic with the beer bottles and cans. Once the lounge and kitchen are completely cleared, you go outside onto the porch and start picking up the bottles left out there too.

Rafe groans and shifts a little on the couch, his arm falling off of the cushion and dropping, his hand hitting the floor. It forces his eyes open, but they are slow and reluctant to do so.

“Morning, handsome,” You laugh, seeing the delirious confusion washing his face, clearly not sure where he was and with no idea as to how they’d got there.

Rafe grumbles, trying to move on the couch and coming to terms with where he was, “What happened?”

You stop putting the bottles into the bag and set it down, “Well, the bed felt a bit too far away last night, so you slept here.”

He groans again and stretches out his arms trying to push himself up, “Where did you sleep?”

“On the sofa,” You respond, your words much clearer than his.

“What?” Rafe had a thing about that, he didn’t like the idea of you sleeping on your own because he knew you never slept well.

He sits up against the back of the sofa and drags a hand over his face as if trying to clear the fuzzy feeling away from his head.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve been bad last night,” He shakes his head, “I can’t even remember what I had.”

“It’s okay,” You chuckle, “You weren’t bad, but your friends will probably have something to say about what you were saying to me.”

He groans again and stretches out his arms, “Cm’ere.”

“Let me just finish cleaning up,” You comment, throwing a few more bottles in the bag.

“That can wait,” He tugs at his shirt you’d been wearing, now buttoned up around you with nothing underneath.

You stumble over and he catches you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

“Hi,” Rafe mumbles, burying his nose into your neck and breathing in the lingering smell of your perfume.

“How are you feeling?” You ask him, shifting your legs to either side of his thighs so that you straddled his hips.

“Like I need to sleep for another ten hours,” He says, shifting his arms around you so that they held you impossibly closer.

“You can go back to sleep, we haven’t got any plans today,” You nod, dragging hands through his hair to fix the curtains into place, “I haven’t got much left to clean up.”

“I don’t think you understood me,” He comments, shifting his weight before dropping back down onto the couch, with you now laying on top of him, “If I’m staying, you’re staying.”

You laugh and push yourself up on your hands, towering over his form. His features seem softer in the mornings, especially when he was hungover. His eyes are just a little shut, still adjusting to the light, his lips soft, his jaw lacking the tension that he normally held. You run your hand over his cheek, tracing his cheekbones down towards his jawline. Rafe tilts his head into your touch, tilting his head eventually and kissing softly at your fingertips.

“Can we just stay like this?” He hums, lifting one hand away from your waist to move it up and lace his fingers with yours, playing with the contact of your hand in his.

“Forever or just for today?”

He narrows his eyes, “I can’t see any reason we’d have to move.”

You laugh and press a kiss to the back of his hand, “Then we’ll stay.”

If his friends, or anyone on the island for that matter, saw him like this, they would think Rafe had a twin that they’d never met. They’d think that surely, Rafe Cameron didn’t wake up and cuddle his girlfriend and tell her he didn’t want to leave and kiss her with the softest touch. But this was him. This was every bit of the boyfriend you fell in love with, and continued to fall in love with a little more every morning.

“I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” He’s half asleep, his eyes just closing, but he wouldn’t go to sleep without saying it this time.

“I love you too Rafe Cameron.”

His hands snake back low around your waist, gripping you tight against him and you let your head fall down onto his chest, listening to the slow drumming of his heartbeat. His legs find their way to tangle into yours and his breaths even out into sleep once more. In those moments, he was nothing but yours. And that’s how you wanted to stay.

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[wolfiesmoon]

Sweeter than chocolate

Itadori Yuuji x fem!reader

Since this was requested multiple times i'm doing a part 2 to Chip bag

Thanks for the support on that work btw, i was worried that itadori wasn't a character people would look for in fics😭😭

About 3 months later, you were riding the train home with your classmates once again. Today, all of you felt tired out and not in the mood to talk after the difficult test you took.

All of you opted to listen to music or stare at the passing scenery outside in silence. You yourself wore your headphones, putting on your favourite song to unwind a little. You really felt like falling asleep right about now.

You'll definitely take a nap once you come home, though. Staying up super late to cram probably wasn't the best idea, in retrospect. Atleast the train ride home is a bit more quiet and relaxing than the bustling school.

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"Isn't that..." Nobara squinted her eyes from the other side of the wagon, trying to see something, or rather someone.

"What is it now..." Megumi sighed, not wanting to be involved in any of his classmates shenanigans. They already forced him to take the train with them when he wanted to walk home alone.

"Hey, Itadori... I'm doing you a favour here, so you better listen. She's here." Nobara pulled Itadori closer by his arm and whispered into his ear (even though there was no way you would be able to hear her, even if she shouted).

"What? Who's here?" Yuuji seemed confused, looking around the wagon with furrowed brows.

Nobara facepalmed, Megumi adding on "That girl you like, idiot."

A little lightbulb went off in his head, and his cheeks turned pink when remembering you. Sure enough, that person across the wagon was definitely you.

"Itadori Yuuji." He felt his shoulder being grabbed, and he looked to his right to find Nobara staring at him with an oddly serious expression. "This might be your last chance, so you better not fumble this. Or I will be personally forced to beat you up."

"...Right." Yuuji replied with half embarrasment half concern at Nobara's strangely agressive behaviour.

"Now go!" Nobara kicked him in the back as he got up, almost making him fall over. "Hey!" he complained at the rude kick, muttering a swear word under his breath before his annoyed expression shifted back to his regular resting face.

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You're getting a bit hungry, because lunch was gross today and all you did was dig at it while half-asleep before going to the gas station to buy coffee before the exam. Did you have something left over in your bag, again? You're sure you bought something to snack on yesterday, but never got to it for whatever reason.

You lean down, carefully maneuvering your legs so they don't bump into the other girl's legs. You turned around your bag, zipping open the front pocket to rummage around it. "Yes..." you murmured under your breath when you felt the wrapper of a chocolate bar under your fingers.

It wasn't much, but hey, atleast it will keep you full for a little bit.

Just as you unwrapped it, about to break off a square, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Your tired eyes travelled up to find an oddly familiar face looking down at you. Salmon hair... strange slits under the eyes...

Ohhh, that's the guy who casually asked you for a chip a while ago. Why today of all days? You put on your "I am in a very big hurry" outfit this morning and barely even bothered with your hair.

"Oh..." you realised he probably wants more food from you, so you lift your chocolate bar up to him for him to break off a square. He awkwardly takes a piece, and swallows visibly.

Now he's going to walk away, and you won't see him ever again. You should really shoot your shot, but you're just so horribly tired right now. Hell, even if you weren't, you would still have a lot of trouble with racking up the courage to ask him.

To your surprise, he doesn't walk away and his mouth starts moving, so you take off your headphones. "Sorry, what were you saying?" He pauses, takes a deep breath and tries again.

"Can I have your number?" You heard a gasp behind you, probably from your classmate. Oh, she's so going to say she called it. Wait... did he just ask what you think he asked you?!

You double check if you're dreaming right now by pulling on your cheek, your tired eyes slowly blinking up at him. He got more fidgety by the second when you didn't answer him right away. "Sure..." you say, handing him your phone once you tap on the "contacts" app. He twicthed a little, but took the phone out of your hands nonetheless.

"I'm sorry, I'm really tired today... Could you just enter yours for me...?" you asked groggily. "Oh, okay!" his face visibly lit up, and he entered his contact information into your phone with nimble fingers, hand trembling slightly. He handed it back to you, excitedly thanking you for the chocolate which was already melting from how sweaty his hands were.

"I'll call you later..." you promised, watching him as he walked away and sat in his seat.

You felt your shoulder being elbowed gently, and you looked to your left where your friend was smiling at you. "See, I told you." she said. Called it.

You simply nodded, staring at the contact name. "Itadori Yuuji."

BONUS:

"Holy crap you actually did it." Nobara seemed surprised, assuming that Yuuji's smile meant it was a success.

"Just wait till she finds out he's a sorcerer. She'll be running away in seconds." Megumi crossed his arms, closing his eyes.

"Why would she do that? I save people, that's a good thing." Yuuji sat back down in his seat, finally eating the melted piece of chocolate in his hands.

"I don't think everyone will be as calm as you when first hearing about curses. You're just weird." Megumi recalled their first meeting and how non-chalant Yuuji was.

"That is if he doesn't mess everything up by being, ummm, himself around her first." Nobara chose that word carefully, placing a hand on her chin and smiling mischeviously.

"Sometimes I wonder if you guys were even sad when I died..."

holy crap i'm writing this while half asleep hopefully the characters act atleast somewhat like themselves 😭

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗ #jjk itadori #jjk x reader #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #itadori x you #itadori yuuji x you #itadori yuuji imagines #fem reader #x female reader

[hyunvom]

passing notes in secrecy

synopsis: life's not that easy when you're in love with the prettiest boy who just happens to be an idol, but you'll make it, right?

cw: childhood friends to lovers, smut, idol!hyun

word count: 1,1k

In the soft hush of midnight's embrace, you tiptoed through the corridors of stardust and dreams. Your heart a symphony of secrecy and longing.

You've been with him for five months, even though you've known him your whole life, long before the world knew the crescendo of his name and fame was but a distant dream. Your stories were woven together in the tender threads of childhood's innocence. You used to be just kids, sharing stories and secrets under the benevolent shade of the old oak tree in your neighbourhood's park down the road, where the houses were all painted in a beautiful cinnamon color. You would visit each other every day, some days at his house, some others at yours. His mother would always welcome you with a huge smile painted across her face and freshly bakes cookies, always. You'd lie on the grass, or the beach sand, or the wooden floors of his room.

As your teenage years unfurled like pages in a book, your friendship deepened into something more profound. In the golden haze of sunsets and the soft whispers of wind, you found yourselves drawn together by an invisible string. He wrote a song about you one day, when he was around the age of 15 and you 14. All the unspoken words of his heart spilled into paper. With trembling hands and a courage down from the depths of his affection, he slipped the parchment into your school bag, a secret serenade to the girl who held his heart. You started dating that summer. You remember it as the best summer of your life, and the last one before you lost him.

That following fall, he embarked on a journey of trading the familiar comforts of home for the uncertain allure of a music company's door. He always wanted this, he would always talk about wanting it. And he was truly an artist. He wrote beautifully, his words always so tender and artistic, he would dance like a god, moving like water, and his voice was as beautiful and soft as one could be. You always believed in him and encouraged him to try, and never thought about what follows all this. And he got in. He made it. He made it and you lost him and yet you would not want it any other way, because the love you shared and the bond was not a common one.

He trained for two years, two years of barely seeing each other, he basically lived inside the walls of his company, practicing hard, his dancing, his singing, his rap. You met the people he would debut with once, and they were lovely. You had dinner with all 8 of them that day.

"You guys do know if we actually debut you have to like, broke up right?" the one named Jisung said.

The table fell silent and someone visibly kicked him under the table but you can't remember who it was now. Hyunjin had looked at Jisung angrily yet shocked he brought it up, like they had talked about this before and he could not believe he said it in front of me, and then just continued finishing his food while taking huge gulps of his wine.

"What do you mean? Why?" I had asked.

"It's dangerous that you're still dating now, actually. If the company finds out Hyunjin's definitely getting kicked out for not focusing on his debut. It's strict as hell, you know this" Jisung continued explaining, in a soft sorry tone.

Hyunjin had stood up and went outside. He used to smoke sometime here and there when he was really tired or stressed. You followed him outside the restaurant were he opened a new pack of cigarette and stood right next to him, reaching for his hand.

"You know.. what he's saying is true" he said. Silence on your part as you let him continue.

"If they find out it's going to be so messy, I will get in so much trouble and if something happens to me, everyone's debut gets affected, it's like a fucking domino. And eventually even if we continue this I will not have time to take care of you and be around you and you'll grow tired of me never being there cause I won't be able to and if someone ever finds out after i debut it's yet again over for my career and I put everyone at risk again. I just don't"

You stopped him, silencing the cacophony of stress with a gentle touch. Your fingertips, like whisper promises touched his face softly, and with bravery born of longing leaned in, interrupting his thoughts and anxieties with the melody of your lips pressed tenderly against his.

"It's okay" is all you said.

You broke up 2 months later.

In between the next 3 years, you watched him from afar. You got a boyfriend when you turned 19, a nice boy you met at the library where you'd spend most of your days outside of uni. You spent beautiful moments with him, you gave your v card to that boy that summer, and he was a great destruction from Hyunjin. But that's all he was, and when you realized that you felt like such an awful person. You broke up with him later that year, as Hyunjin continued to never leave your mind. But how could he? His band became a huge success. He was everywhere. On billboards around town, on the radio, all over social media. You could not escape him even if you wanted to. But you didn't mind. Seeing him thrive, even without you, brought you an absurd amount of happiness and peacefulness, knowing that he'd doing well, living his dream.

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Dressed as an employee with the card he specifically made secretly for you so you can easily sneak in, you slipped into the bustling company. You heart racing, as it always does during this part, pretending to be an employee to pass through doors.

You and Hyunjin found your way to each other a few months ago, when he visited home to see his parents. It was irrational and you weren't thinking, but the second his lips touched yours, as now full grown adults, things could never go back to how they were. He was even prettier now, if that's even possible. His hair was long, black. His lips still beautiful and full and so soft. His body was bigger, and harder than what you remember, probably because of his dancing. He fucked you in his childhood room that night. His hand on your mouth and other times kissing you hard to muffle your moans as his whole family was in the house.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this" he said as he laid you on his bed, getting you under the covers. He let you undress him and explore his body, taking your time with it. He was so hard under his boxers and leaking already, you palmed him through them and kissed him like this would be the last time you'll get to put your lips on his. You left comments about his size and you felt him both twitch and smirk through the kiss.

"When did you get so handsome?" you asked.

"When did you get this fucking hot" he responded.

He opened you up later that night, kissing you down the softly and eating you out hungrily, with so much skill. You wondered how many girls he's done this to, and you asked without thinking. He doesn't respond but he looks up at you while hes down there. He started inserting fingers, one by one, while continuing to play with your clit between his tongue. When you were finally ready for him he came close to your face and kissed your nose.

"I haven't done this in years. Be gentle" you tell him shyly yet in a playful tone.

"Oh so you've done this before?"

"You haven't ?"

You stare at each other for a moment, then smile.

"Now that we're here, I wish I never did, so I could do it with you" you said. And he simply said "These things don't matter to me" before kissing you again.

He let you ride him, so you could take your time and control the movements that were happening, and it's safe to say he loved being at your mercy. Your hands intertwined, sweaty foreheads, soft whimpers. He sounded beautiful. That one boyfriend you had back in the day was a nice guy, but the few times you had sex felt like a joke right now. He was silent, strict with it, forward. Hyunjin was vocal, touchy, loving, considerate. You felt like you were having sex for the first time, cause you were one way or another. At the end of the day what did virginity even mean.

When your hips got tired, he immediately noticed and started moving you up and down on him. He changed positions a few minutes later, now being on top of you. He fixed your hair that was all over your red face and kissed your hands while entering you, much harder this time. You could feel both your orgasms coming. Out of nowhere, he put his hand on your belly, and dragged yours right there a second later.

"Can you feel me. That's me baby. All of me"

Looking deep into his eyes, shocked, ears and cheeks red, you both came, as he started playing with your clit fast and then pulled out and spilled on your belly. He got up immediately after the events and cleaned you up, dressed you up in your pajamas and then got in the bed. You didn't sleep that night, not until 5am at least. You stayed up and talked. You talked about everything. Your lives, what you've been doing, how this insane life he was living is like. You told him about the boy you met that summer, and he told you he has been with someone from his company for a few months after he realized his heart does not belong there and broke things off. You asked him who the girl was, and when he answered he notice how your face dropped.

"What is it?"

"Oh I know her, shes really pretty and talented, no wonder"

"And yet you're the prettiest girl in the world and the one i cant get this stupid mind of mine to let go, all these years"

You talked about what was going to happen, and both agreed that you wanted this, even if it was risky. It was okay, his dating ban was lifted long ago, and you'd be careful, you could do this.

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Sneaking in the company using your card, you finally end up on the third floor, successfully unnoticed. You always meet him here since this floor is always empty. After a couple minutes pass you hear footsteps and hide behind a trashcan, and the second you realize it's him you jump up on him and hug him. You kiss, trying to be silent, and then he takes you to a tiny room he uses to write and record music.

The space is tiny and he has never brought you here before.

"Oh. This place is tiny we barely fit in here. What do you even do here?" you ask.

"It's my little space, I come here to concentrate and write."

You move your head in understanding and then he suddenly pulls you on his knees, as he's sitting down on the one and only chair that fit this room.

"It's also soundproof"

"Oh." you smirk and kiss him, running your hands through his beautiful hair, ruining his ponytail.

Suddenly, after minutes of purely making out, he positions you directly above his knee, and starts harshly pushing up, going right under your skirt and directly hitting your wet spot.

"So warm down there, you're wet for me already baby?" as you hum in response. He keeps saying dirty, yet loving things in your ear as he's fucking you with his knee, and at some point you take control and start moving yourself. Your hands on his chest, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his neck. He fucking loves all of it, you can see it, you can hear it. After reaching a crazy orgasm, you get off of him and immediately unbuckle his belt.

"Oh love you don't have to that's fine, let it be about you only this time"

"God you have no idea how much i want you do you?" you responded and gave him singlehandedly the best head of his life. After he came down from the high of his orgasm he pulled you up and kissed you hard, yet with so much tenderness.

Being with him was definitely a challenge. Everything had to be done in secret. Behind malls and bars and late at night where only the moon and the stars could see your faces. But you wouldn't change it, not for the world, he was your own little world.

#hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin smut #skz smut

[startaee]

unbelievable. rin x fem! reader

mdni, reblogs appreciated.

tws: mentions of smoking, drinking, OCD tendencies, lmk if i missed smthg!

usually he’d tell isagi and bachira to stop embarrassing him by commenting ‘cringe’ or ‘lukewarm’ till they get the idea, however, right now, he had his own troubles. 

rin couldn’t find his phone. 

unbelievable!

he was the most responsible person he knew. now, of course he didn’t know too many people, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was extremely cautious when it came to his belongings.

hands patting his pockets. his frown deepened. 

now he wasn’t upset because of a phone. sure it was the brand new iphone that just hit the markets yesterday and it did contain really valuable information to him, like…his practice schedule and…horror movies to watch…

anyway! the real reason he was standing in the middle of the road with a look that scared off the tourist that was about to ask him for directions is the fact that, he; the rin itoshi forgot.

because itoshi rin never forgets. well until now. 

he walked back to the signal as a confused bachira and worried isagi followed him. 

was it a prank? was it a pickpocket? was it-

no, rin. you just, forgot.

letting out an annoying groan he stomped back to the building of the party he was forced to attend. this was all isagi’s fault! if he hadn’t forced him to come to this stupid party- 

groaning loudly again, rin snapped his head to isagi and wordlessly glared at him. 

“w-what rin..? do you wanna go back to the party or somethin’?” isagi gulped, not understanding why rin was still having mood swings in his twenties, ‘did he have a late puberty?’

rolling his eyes, rin continued his journey, leaving the two boys staring at each other in confusion. if someone came from the opposite direction, they would think that a fight was about to occur.

the door of the penthouse was open as guys smoked close to the elevator. rin cringed at the ‘lukewarm’ song playing but didn’t waste any time making his way into the apartment. 

scanning the room, he remembered sitting on the couch in the living room and immediately made his way to it. 

thankfully, no one was sitting on the couch so he was able to lift up the cushions, and check thoroughly…to no avail… 

this was about pride and his slight ocd tendencies. he felt like he would lose his mind if he didn’t- 

eyes widened as the familiar phone case across the couch on the table entered his vision.

he didn’t even think twice before leaping towards it. 

yes! the same stupid space wallpaper, yes! the same password, yes! the same apps he didn’t close- wait a minute, whats this?

why was his camera opened? scrolling through his gallery, he swiped through the pictures he’d never seen before, and stopped at a video. as soon as it ended, he felt heat rush to the tip of his ears and a blush appear on his face. looking around frantically as he hoped to find- 

“there you are!” isagi panted, hands on his knees. “we’ve been looking for you everywhere.” bachira complained, jumping on isagi’s back. that was his subtlest way of letting his best friend know that he was getting a piggy back ride. 

rin just hoped they didn’t notice his flustered self and coughed up an excuse to leave. 

“don’t be late for practice tomorrow..” though his words were supposed to sound threatening, they sounded sweet and nice and shaky. isagi and bachira once again shared a look of confusion but this time, just decided to go with it.

rin scanned every room for something specific…hanging his head low in disappointment, he left the apartment, this time with his phone in his hand. 

as he stepped inside the elevator alone, he unlocked his phone to watch the video again.

“hey…hehehe-ya left yer phone here.

too bad, haha.

well, it’s good for me though, cause i get to tell you how cute i thought you were, without having to see you while saying it! 

wait this camera is good, which iphone is this oh my god.

okay no, we’re getting off topic. i’m a little drunk, ya know?

but i did write my number in ya phone case, hehe~

oh, shoot im sorry for ruining yer phone case- oh nooooo im sorryyyyy~

hey but, maybe we can, go sometime together to get you another phonecase?

maybe? huh, this is so easy. is this how the future generation will ask people out?

damn. anyway,

lemme know, alright? call me tomorr-” 

he shut his eyes as the video cut off. stepping out of the elevator, he bites his lip to hide the smile forming.

unbelievable.

#rin fluff #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #bllk #bllk scenarios #bllk x reader #blue lock drabbles #blue lock headcannons #blue lock scenarios #blue lock #blue lock x you #bllk headcanons #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #bllk drabbles

[phantom-dc]

Jason is 23 years old.

He is dreaming again, the same green place. Now he remembered the floating islands and the purple doors. He had no idea why he’d dream about those though, nor did he really care. There was something beyond those, a black and white blur that never came into focus. The most he ever remembered of that was a happy smile, but nothing more than that. As he tries to reach out to it, he hears a loud thud.

He wakes up, falling of his couch in the process. Groaning Jason gets up. Looking at the clock, he decides it’s time for lunch. Well, breakfast, but if you are a nighttime vigilante you get to wake up at 3 and call breakfast lunch. Grabbing some food, he notices Tim’s coffee. Jason never thought he and his family would get back to the point where they leave stuff at his house just in case. And with Alfred putting a ban on coffee more often than not, Tim had resorted to stashing his supply here, where no one would even think to look. Not long ago Jason would have shot him for even asking, and now he’d agreed to it.

THUD!

He heard it again! Surprised, Jason started scanning for the sound. Sure enough, after a while he heard another thud, and the came from next door. Which was strange, as the appartement next to his was supposed to be empty. Suspicious, he grabs one of his guns, before heading to the fire escape. He’d have a perfect view into the apartment from there. Sliding open his window and stepping through, he tried to look inside.

Suddenly the other window opened! Startled, Jason had almost shot the guy that came through. Lucky he didn’t, as he didn’t seem dangerous. The guy put up a flower pot on the railing before turning around to head back inside. He noticed Jason, and seemed surprised. He wasn’t told he’d have a neighbor! Jason looks inside the room, seeing bunch of boxes. He realizes that the guy was moving in. Jason says he wasn’t notified either. He nearly shot him, thinking he was an intruder. The guy asks, an intruder at 3 in the afternoon? Jason says in Gotham, you never know. That’s why they got the Signal nowadays. Putting the gun away, he asks if the guy is staying long or looking for something better. The guy laughs and says here is just fine. It’s close to his new job and the view is great. Jason curses inside. Now he needs to find a new safehouse to live in. Can’t have neighbors hearing his Red hood activities, and with a shared fire escape his nighttime front door is a bit too exposed.

The guy introduces himself as Danny. He offers Jason some baked sweets. Jason likes the guy, he seems nice. He hopes the people that’ll move into Jason’s apartment when he leaves won’t make trouble for him. He introduces himself as Jason. He asks if Danny’s been in Gotham for long, since he’s a bit too trusting for a Gothamite. Danny laughs, asking if he’s that obvious. No, he’s from Amity Park, and only visited a few times when he was younger. Road trip with the parents, school trip, that sort of stuff. Jason suddenly feels there is something familiar about this. Danny continues: I did get caught in a rogue attack once! Even got rescued by a Robin. I guess I can scratch that of the list. Anything else I need to do before I can be called a true Gotham citizen? Jason’s head starts to ache a bit as he tries to remember why this feels familiar, asking which Robin to look more interested. The tiny one or Red Robin? Danny shakes his head, this was years ago on a school trip. The observatory was attacked by that fire bug guy, and that Robin saved me! The second one, I think? Jason’s head starts to really hurt now. He knows this guy. He knows it! But not from his Red Hood days, no, before that. But not his Robin days, either. He rarely remembered all the people he saved. It was after that, but that’s…

Are you ok? You don’t look so good. Danny is worried, reaching out his hand. Jason tries to shrug it off, claiming he just needs an ibuprofen, but then Danny’s hand touches his shoulder.

Instantly Jason feels like an icy shock went through his soul. He knows this guy! He knows Danny, he remembers… green eyes meet:

Blue Jay?

First - Previous - AO3

END

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #red hood #jason todd #batman #dead on main

[puppetwoman17]

*PILLAR AU* Edition!

It’s been longer than I’d like, but we’re getting back into the Pillar AU I love so much! If you don’t remember, I’ve talked about it in an earlier post.

Nabu is…reluctant to join the League. At least, that’s the short of it. If he were completely candid, he wanted nothing to do with the Justice League. But if he wanted to go on to complete his work as a Lord of Order, having some sort of alliance would help. Not even including the fact that if they met during battles, the end result would likely be a mess.

That brings him here, walking behind an eager Man of Steel as he is shown around the Watchtower, his new team’s base of operations. It isn’t his Tower of Fate, but a novelty all on its own. He passes by other heroes who give him unsettling smiles. These people confuse him.

After a while of simply looking into different rooms, Superman shows him the main common area. It’s mostly a lounge, he says. Where heroes can simply be. No worrying about the fate of the world. Just talking and being in each other’s company.

Sounds pointless, but okay.

The common area is packed with heroes, all of them surrounding one in the middle. They’re all either whispering, or completely silent, listening to the one in the middle prattle on about some harrowing tale. Everyone’s smiling and they look like they’re hanging onto every word the speaker is saying. Nothing of note.

Well, actually, the voice sounds familiar…

Nabu draws closer, not too close, and spies the hero in the middle, all smiles and—

Lords above.

Billy. That stupid, idiotic, narrow minded boy is sitting in his Champion form in front of practically half the Justice League. He’s smiling in that way that you know he knows he’s in trouble, or, as he’d say, “deep shit”. Though, to any of these stupid heroes, he’s smiling like he always is.

Nabu stares. Cap stares back. Everyone else notices this.

“Hey Cap,” a hero in red, with two lightning bolts on either side of his head, stands in front of the other hero almost protectively. “You know this guy?”

“If he’s giving you trouble…” another hero, this one dressed in green and wearing a green ring. He’s crossing his arms in an attempt to look powerful when in actuality, both the Champion and Lord could snap him like a twig.

Cap smiles and laughs good-naturedly. “No, no, it’s fine. It’s just Fate being Fate.”

“Who is…Fate?” Hawkgirl asks. Her feathers begin to ruffle, like she’s getting ready for battle. While Nabu is very proud of the way he commands a room, he is also extremely riled up by the fact that Billy is joining a team. The Champion. On a team? Absolutely unheard of.

“Doctor?” Superman asks in a worried tone. “Are you—“

“I am. Fine.” He doesn’t look away from Billy, but the silent stare says all he needs to say. That boy is a dead man.

Cap just smiles over his cheeky grin.

The other leaguers are confused. The stand-off didn’t feel threatening. Not like Fate wanted to hurt the Captain. No, he seemed more like a disappointed parent. Maybe even friend. It’s clear they know each other.

The betting pool gets more rigorous after that.

It’s been a couple weeks since Fate joined the JL. The way they operate is odd, but usually voicing his opinions ended up in squabbles he had no time for.

Like now.

He and Superman exchanged words in the common area. Both were convinced their way of handling the recent mission was right. Fate wanted to destroy the source of the carnage while Superman wanted to waste his time helping civilians. If the threat were neutralized, there would be no people in need of help!

But try telling that to Superman.

Everyone else doesn’t know what to do. Neither of them will let anyone else into the fight. Batman thinks it would be best to let both heroes hash this out themselves, but that was twenty minutes ago.

Then Marvel steps up. Leaguers tell him to let it be, but he knows better. Knows that Fate is just trying to keep everything in balance and that he’s never done so with a team. That’s why he was scared when he found out Billy was joining one.

“Nabu.”

Everything stops. Superman quits yelling and gives a confused look to Marvel. The other Leaguers are thrown off by the name.

Fate simply relaxes in his stance.

“Nabu, let’s take a walk, hm?”

“Only if you don’t spoil it with peacekeeping anecdotes.”

“No promises, Doctor.”

Nabu doesn’t say much else, but he does walk away, slower, like he’s waiting for Cap to join. Superman gives Cap a look, but the other merely shrugs and says “Well talk later.”

The exchange between The Captain and the Doctor is seen by many. Some people think they’re lovers. Others, family. Maybe old, old friends. All of them are eager to learn more about their enigmatic teammate who always holds them at an arm’s length.

It’s weird, seeing him be so open and personal with someone. Well, he’s always talked with them about their problems, and helped in so many ways, but that just it. He never truly opens up. Yet, with Fate, it’s so easy. So natural. Like he trusts the man with his life.

Like he trusts him more than he does the entire League.

#billy batson #captain marvel #justice league #doctor fate #friends #secrets #secret identity #champion of Magic

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Childhood friends

isagi is so underrated, not proofread

honestly i went through so much trouble when tumblr posted this despite me saving it to drafts, and after that it just thanos snapped more than half of my writing away. i loved the first one, and this rewritten one just doesn't compare. unfortunately my memory isnt that good that i would remember everything i wrote, even if i remember the plot.😭

You've known Isagi Yoichi for as long as you can remember.

At this point, you don't even remember how the two of you met. Maybe it was through family friends, maybe you met in kindergarten, or maybe you two met at a playground and just decided to be friends.

But it no longer matters how and when you two met. Isagi and you were best friends, inseparable.

And you wouldn't wish for anything more. You wish that you didn't. But your heart can't help skipping a beat whenever you see him. When he's running towards you to greet you, with that huge grin of his. When you two walk to school together. When you pass by the football field. When he walks you home. He's your first thought when you wake up, and your last when you go to sleep.

You aren't entirely sure when your feelings turned out this way. It feels so foreign and new, and yet so familiar and like it was always there.

Your friends all knew. And you were sure that Isagi's friends knew too. But Isagi was oblivious to your feelings. You know him too well. You've watched him have crushes and fall in love, and it crushes you that he doesn't look at you the same way.

You are just his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then, Blue Lock came along. Isagi was so excited when he told you, and you were just as excited for him. You wished him good luck, and told him to text you whenever he got the chance. He promised you that he would.

But he never contacted you. At first you were upset about it, but you just figured he was busy with his training. But as weeks passed, you started to lose hope. Maybe you didn't matter that much to him, after all. You assumed that he would find the time for even one little text message.

It wasn't until you saw his mother one day that you heard that he didn't have his phone with him. Feeling a bit embarrassed by how you had reacted to the radio silence, you now felt at peace, and waited for him.

You were so excited when his parents invited you to come watch the U-20 game with them. Even if you didn't get to talk to him just yet, you would get to see just how much he had improved.

On the field, Isagi seemed different. He wasn't the sweet Yoichi you were so used to. However, you saw how he occasionally sent glances to the audience. Once his gaze fell on you, he gave you a wave and a smile, even though his teammates were quick to tease him about it. Seeing him surrounded by like-minded people made you happy.

There was no emotion to describe the feelings you had watching the match. Isagi had scored the final goal, making you full of joy. However, the distance between you two made you feel a bit sad. He was right there, so why did you feel like he was so out of reach?

The moment Isagi got his phone back, he texted you that he would come over immediately after getting home. You told him to spend time with his parents first, but seeing how he was soon in your doorstep drenched in sweat, you knew that he had just dropped his bag off and ran to your place.

"Hi." He said bit awkwardly. "Hi, Yoichi." You closed the door behind you so your parents couldn't eavesdrop on your conversation. Isagi seemed to ponder what to say next, before he quickly dropped to the ground on his hands and knees, bowing his head. "I'm so sorry (Y/n)!! I didn't know they would just take my phone away like that and I didn't have time to text you!! Please forgive me!!"

You were initially caught off guard, but soon you couldn't keep your laughter in. "It's fine, Yoichi. I was upset at first, but then I heard from your mom that you didn't have your phone."

"I was so worried you were angry at me! I didn't think that you would even come to the game." Isagi got back up, and from his expression you could see that he was being genuine. You gave him a soft smile, "Of course I came. You are my best friend, Yoichi." Those words hurt you, but you knew they meant the world to Isagi.

"Yeah...best friend." His voice was quiet as he let out an awkward chuckle. This confused you, as he usually never reacted like that. Usually he would nod and flash you a huge grin, which you would then think about nonstop for weeks. After thinking for a while, you realized something...

"Do you mean that you now have another best friend, Yoichi?! Is it that Bachira Meguru guy, we talked with his mom during the match and-" "(Y/n). What?" Yoichi cut you off with a dumbfounded look on his face. "What are you talking about?" "What?" You questioned him.

After a moment of silence and confused looks, both of you burst out laughing. "Okay, (Y/n). It's nothing like that. Listen." Yoichi's expression turned serious, which made you stop laughing. "Yeah?" You asked, a bit worried. Yoichi seemed to ponder what to say next, but instead he grabbed your hand. "Come with me!" He pulled you along and took you to a nearby park you two often went to.

You sat down on the bench, and Yoichi let your hand go. He looked tense and to you, it almost looked like he was shaking when you looked at him fidgeting with his hands. He was looking straight ahead, instead of at you. You nervously waited for him to start talking. You tried to calm him down by holding his hand, but he quickly moved away from your touch. That broke your heart a little.

"(Y/n). I- uh. I don't really know how to say this...I-" "Yoichi. Do you have a girlfriend?" Isagi's eyes widened as he turned to look at you. "What? No! No, that's not it!" "Really? Then what is it?" You tilted your head in confusion.

"Here goes nothing." Isagi took a deep breath, and took your hands in his. "(Y/n). I...really like you!" His grip on your hands tightened and his eyes were shut, as he waited for a reply. When you stayed quiet, he slowly opened his eyes. Complete panic washed over him when he saw that your eyes were filled with tears.

"N-nothing has to change between us, I promise! I just had to get this off my chest!" He tried to explain, but you just shook your head, wiping some of the tears away. "That's not it Yoichi. I've liked you for so long by now, I never thought this would actually happen." Isagi processed your words for a while, until a smile creeped on his face. Soon it was replaced by a confused expression.

"Wait. How long have you liked me for?"

"For as long as I can remember."

"What?"

"What?"

Once again silence followed, which was soon replaced by your laughter. Oh how foolish the two of you felt.

"You are always calling me your best friend though!" Isagi tried to protest. "You do too! You know how much it hurt when you always nodded and smiled at me so brightly when I said that?" You pouted at him. "Give me a break, I had to protect my own heart!"

After a bit of bickering, Isagi's expression turned serious. "I have an important question for you." "What is it?" You gave him a small reassuring smile.

"Will you...wait for me?"

A bit disappointed and confused, you waited for him to keep going.

"With this whole Blue Lock thing, I don't think you would be happy to be in a relationship with me. But once this is all over and I'm at the top, I'll come to you." His hands almost let go of yours, and his eyes showed a glimpse of sadness. "I understand, Yoichi. Go be the best striker in the world for me, okay?" You smiled at him, which he immediately answered with a nod and a smile.

You hung out with Isagi every single day on his two week break. He told you all about his training, his teammates, his new friends and rivals. You told him about how things were in school, and whatever had happened during the time that he was gone. He listened, despite your stories being less interesting compared to his.

Two weeks flew by, and soon you two had to say goodbye once again. It felt bittersweet, with your hug lasting a lot longer than usual. You wished him good luck, and promised to always root for him.

Now you were left alone once again, forced to just wait for the next time you could see him.

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[guy-writes]

CBF!König x GN!Reader (Chapter Three)

Warnings: no pronouns but 'you', König has a name, implied physical punishment (on König)

On the first day of suspension, Alexander and you become closer.

Working on formatting + new blog (Hello!)

Age: 12

Memory Four

“Apologies”

You and Alexander were hanging out in front of your place, on the porch. You both were sitting side by side on the steps. Alexander – of course – put space between you two, not that you minded. He was bouncing his left leg and spacing out, while you were looking down and rolling a pebble under your shoe. You guys were actually having a decent conversation though it came to a lull.  

“How much trouble were you in for yesterday?” Alexander asked suddenly. It was the first day of being suspended, you had never been suspended before in your life but Alexander said this was his third time. 

“For the same reasons…” He explained earlier. This wasn’t his first time fighting with both Felix and Max. The only difference, he said, was that you were there, he didn’t elaborate if that was a good thing or not. You didn’t ask for much details considering he looked pretty fed up about it and you didn’t want him getting more irritated. 

You learned pretty fast he could get frustrated easily.

“I didn’t get into much trouble… Just a stern talking to, plus my dad made me finish that essay before I could do anything,” you finally spoke. You remember sitting in the kitchen all evening yesterday, staring at a blank piece of paper and remembering how dumb this punishment was. Sure, you could write an essay about why fighting with your classmates was bad and how you wouldn’t do it again…

But clearly that didn’t work, and the principle couldn’t care less. 

Alexander had actually told you this was his third time writing the essay, and he was pretty sure the principal didn’t even read them. He mentioned he wrote the same paper twice using the same exact words and it was never once mentioned. 

“Oh…” Alexander faltered, softly wringing his hands together. You finally noticed he had three angry red marks on the back of his hands. You knew those weren’t there yesterday when you last saw him… and once he noticed you staring at them, he hid his hands in his jacket pockets. He looked slightly uncomfortable now as he stared out into the sky. You decided to just leave him be and continued rolling a pebble under your shoe. Recently, it’s been getting very cold, but today wasn’t so bad. You could see the little puffs of air when Alexander breathed out, his nose and cheeks were pink though he didn’t seem to be cold. You remember in your very short conversations with him you asked what his favourite season was and he answered:

“Winter.”

Alexander never elaborated on why, but you supposed he didn’t need to… although you were still curious.

“You mentioned your favourite season was winter… Why is that?” You asked. He perked up slightly from whatever slump he was in, glancing over at you before nodding.

“Wow- You… remembered?... Well, I don’t know…” He started fumbling over his words, fidgeting with his sleeve, but he powered through. 

“I find winter to be very pretty, I like the lights that they put up around town, and I love playing in the snow… plus my family seems… happier,” he smiled, like he was remembering a fond memory. You smiled along with him, satisfied with that answer, though you couldn’t help but wonder what his last statement meant… but that was a question for another day. 

“Uh, what’s your favourite season?” He asked, he looked a bit flustered from talking your ear off. You smiled more at this, you were making progress. 

“Hm, definitely fall… The leaves always change into the prettiest oranges and yellows. The weather gets cooler and brings about a change that’s comforting and familiar- plus, it’s when people whip out the coolest sweaters I’ve ever seen,” you beamed, Alexander gave a shy smile at that, seemingly agreeing with you. He looked down at his boots, a slight frown making its way to his face as he thought over something. 

“Um… I just wanted to…” There was a sudden change in the conversation as Alexander pondered for a moment. He shifted slightly, frowning like this was the greatest challenge known to man- whatever that was. He looked out into the neighbourhood before he mustered up enough courage. 

“My sister mentioned I should probably apologise to you for how I acted on the first day… So, sorry for you know, getting mad at you… ᴮᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵘᵉ,” He muttered out the last part. You rolled your eyes at that, but gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“That’s fine I guess…I just wanted to help a friend out-” you spoke before he interrupted.

“What-We’refriends?” He spoke so fast it took you a moment to process what he said.

“Uh, yeah… unless I assumed wrong?” You looked over at him, feeling embarrassed. Alexander was already looking at you with a wide eyed stare, then he squinted his eyes in suspicion. It was like he was studying you, to see if you were lying. When he didn’t seem to find anything, he nodded his head in approval. 

“...Okay… sure we can be… friends,” he seemed hesitant, making you think maybe he really didn’t want to be friends.

“Ah- we don’t have to be… You sound unsure, I don’t know, it’s fine." 

At this point, you were just trying not to feel hurt. 

“It’s not that! I just- well…” He hesitated with his words again.

“Maybe it will be weird… getting used to you… but,” he took a pause, sighing heavily and furrowing his brow. You were getting confused, was he not already used to your presence over the months you’ve been here?

“Ugh, okay all you need to know is that we are friends,” he looked fed up with where this conversation was going. 

“Alright…” was all you managed to say. The conversation ended there, on an awkward note. You weren’t satisfied with how it ended, Alexander was still so confusing. You looked up at the sky and saw the sun setting. Your dad tapped at the door, earning your attention before opening it, which you found weird… It's not like you were inside. 

“Hey, Alexander, your mom called and said to head home ‘cause it’s supper time,” your dad relayed Mrs. Lina’s message. Alexander nodded his head, standing up from his spot and brushed some dust away from his pants. He turned to look at you when he was at the gate. 

“Um, see you later?” He mumbled, he looked a little unsure, like you rejected him already. You gave him a reassuring nod and gave him a thumbs up. He perked up, waving at both you and your dad before meekly running off towards his house. You watched him go, and saw him disappear in the blue house. 

You’ve gained your first friend here, and hoped your friendship would last forever.

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[starsofang]

Call of Duty || Coraline AU || Part 3

Running away to start a new chapter and escape the troubles of your past, you find yourself in a darker predicament than you had hoped for.

Coraline with a twist. And COD men. Obviously.

PT.1 / PT.2

The world around you felt dark and cold as you found yourself trapped, alone, scared. It felt as if the weight of your past was heavy on your chest, pressing down, down until you were gasping for air. You pleaded for it to stop, for it to give you space to breathe, but when you opened your mouth to scream, nothing came out.

Your mind clouded with brooding colors of reds and purples – blood, so much of it, pooling around you as you screamed and screamed, only for it all to go unheard. The knots in your stomach tightened, the thick bile rising in the acids threatening to spew out as the sickening feeling of no escape settled over you.

This wasn’t right. You had escaped the talons of her, she did not have a hold on you anymore. She could no longer sink her teeth into you, like a deranged mutt in a state of ferality where she saw nothing but her own blinding hatred for the world around her. For you.

So why, now, could you picture her face right in front of you, her smile curving into something so malicious, you could practically see the pure venom dripping out of her mouth? To any outsider, one might’ve considered her smile motherly. Warm like a bright, summer day, the type of day where the breeze wisps through your hair, the sun beaming down on you like a loving embrace, where everything felt perfect. Right.

But you knew better.

Where people saw solace, you saw a prison.

The iron bars caged you in like a rabid animal on display. There was no escape, no way of scrounging up a key to let yourself free. You were stuck, forced to remain a forever prisoner in your own mind. You could do nothing in this cage, even as your skin caked itself in its own blood, forming crimson puddles on the cold, cold ground while she struck you – once, twice, and as many times as needed until she was satisfied.

But she never was satisfied. It was never enough for her.

Even though you had escaped and sought out solitude in a new home, far, far away, you could never truly experience sovereignty over your own life. You would always remain battered and broken, scarred with the remnants of the life you wish so desperately to rid yourself of.

Trapped, forever and always.

You startle in your bed with a sharp inhale, body sitting up on autopilot as you rapidly blinked away the tears you don’t remember forming. The room was cold and dark, just like your nightmare had been. But unlike your nightmare, it was quiet and tranquil, the light sound of rain pattering against your window with the faintest of moonlight peeking through the clouds to shine throughout your room.

You spent a few moments there, mulling over the storm cloud over your mind, willing it to go away.

You were safe here. Tucked away in a new town that nobody knew the name of, in a home you could call your own – the very first thing you could ever call your own.

Lifting a hand to rub tiredly at your face, you had failed to notice the pair of eyes watching you – mapping you out. Studying. Judging.

It wasn’t until you heard a pathetic meow that you realized, and when you looked up through the darkness of your room and to the window, you saw a familiar cat sitting along a small part of the roof that hung over the downstairs of your home. He sat patiently, staring at you with yellow orbs that seemed to pierce through you, black tail swaying lazily behind him. The rain did not waver his patience, and for a cat, he certainly didn’t seem to mind the waterdrops that soaked into his fur.

“Oh,” you breathed out in surprise. You pushed aside the wrinkled blankets of your bed, standing on your bare feet to pad over to the window. You tugged it open with a grunt, the old wood scraping along the frame.

The sound of the rain grew tenfold with no barrier to block out the noise, but you didn’t mind. Instead, you tilted your head down curiously at the cat as he tilted his in return, as if to silently ask if he could come in.

“Come on, you little minx. It’s cold,” you offered with a huff through your nose, stepping aside to allow him to pounce through the window. He came in, parading around like he’d been there before, and you quickly shut the window back up, shielding the both of you from the downpour outside.

You stood in place by the window as the cat moseyed around the room, little drops of water slipping off of his fur and onto the wood floor. He paid you no mind as he stuck up his nose, slitted eyes observing the room. You weren’t sure what he was looking for, but you dared not interrupt the furry thing.

For the first few moments of being in your room, he gave off the impression that he was growing bored. The way he carelessly walked around, tail swishing to and fro behind him, you felt as if he was unimpressed, which was silly to think. He was a damn cat.

Then, he paused in his motions right at the foot of your door, turning his head to stare at you expectantly from where you remained near the window. Raising your eyebrows, you glanced between him and the bedroom door.

“What? You want out?” you asked him. He stared. Annoyingly so.

Sighing, you retreated from the window and over to the door. It creaked as you opened it, filling the quiet, empty house with an eerie sound. He stood, curling out of the opening of the door, prancing down the hallway and towards the stairs. You were unsure why you felt the need to follow him, but you did. You told yourself it was because you didn’t want him accidentally breaking any of the few things you had as decor, and not because he seemed to be silently asking you to follow.

You paced behind him, eyes following his every move. He no longer spared a glance at you, even as he descended the stairs and made his way to the lower part of the home. Briefly, you wondered if he had lived here before with the previous resident. He knew his way around the home like somebody who had mapped it out in memory, but that wouldn’t have made sense. John and Gaz had made it clear that Laswell had closed the home up for quite some time, and you were the lucky girl who happened to score the lottery in being allowed to move in.

After some walking, you found yourself standing in the living room with Si. Your eyes drifted around the dingy, old room that had yet to be furnished and decorated with things other than the old couches and ugly paintings, until they landed on where he was sitting.

“What…?” you trailed off when you realized he was seated right in front of the small door you had found previously. He was facing the door, but his eyes were set on you, challenging you, urging you. “There’s nothing there, you dumb thing. It’s all bricked up.”

Si made no effort to move, and if you looked hard enough, you could see a hint of annoyance in those beady eyes of his.

The two of you sat in a staring competition for a moment in time. He was challenging you, you were challenging him.

“You don’t believe me?” you asked with a glare. Were you really arguing with a cat? “Fine.”

You spun on the bare heels of your feet to stomp into the kitchen. Throwing open the drawer, you rummaged your hand around until your fingers curled around the familiar, black key. Holding it up to inspect it, you shut the drawer once you confirmed it being the right one, before returning to the living room.

Kneeling in front of the door, you sent another glare in Si’s direction. He tilted his fuzzy head, ears pointed straight up, tail curling into a C shape on the floor where he sat.

You all but shoved the key into the hole, rattling and turning it until it clicked in place. When it unlocked, you tugged it open, once again turning to give Si a look of I told you so.

Except something felt different. There was never a rush of cold air before, nor did it sound so… hollow.

Looking back at the door, you nearly felt your soul leave your body. It was no longer bricked up and hidden away like it was before, no. Now, there was a tunnel. Bright colors of purples and blues, swirling into an illusion that had you hypnotized. You stared, and stared, until you felt like your retinas were going to burn from the sheer brilliance of the newfound discovery.

“How did you–”

You turned back to Si. This time, if you were seeing correctly, he looked like the one who wanted to say I told you so. Snarky minx.

When you made no effort to move forward, he did. Standing on his paws, he swayed forward and into the tunnel, luring you into the unknown abyss that looked straight out of a painting. It didn’t look real, not in any sense, nor did any of this feel real. Perhaps you were still dreaming, and this was your brain’s way of trying to protect you from the battering nightmares that had tormented you every night of your pathetic life.

You watched as he whisked away into the tunnel, deeper, and it was then you realized there was another door on the other end. An opening, but for what?

Si stopped halfway through the tunnel to turn to you expectantly. He wanted you to follow him, and he was making his impatience obvious. For a cat, he sure was a sassy thing. Smart, too, but you’d never tell him that, even if the damned thing didn’t know how to talk.

You bent forward to press your hands on to the floor, knees digging uncomfortably into the hard wood. Carefully, you moved yourself forward. The moment your hand planted itself into the tunnel, you realized it was oddly warm, like a comforting tug to entice you in further.

Unfortunately for you, it was working.

Continuing forward, Si seemed satisfied to see you following him. You remained behind him as he jumped around the soft ridges of the tunnel, easing yourself further and further into the unknown.

For a mere moment, Soap’s words replayed in the back of your mind. I’ll turn down the music if you promise not to go through the little door, Miss Caroline.

“Sorry, Soap,” you muttered to yourself.

After what felt like a lifetime, you reached the end of the tunnel and came face to face with the door on the other side. It looked just like the one in your own home, yet somehow, cleaner. Nicer. Perhaps you were just seeing things. It was rather dark, after all.

Si gave you one of those looks that you were beginning to learn was his way of encouraging you. Do it, stupid girl, you imagined him saying.

Stupid girl you were indeed, as you lifted a hand off of the purple flooring of the tunnel to cautiously press against the door. It opened with ease, like it was expecting you and welcoming you in.

Crawling out, your eyes took in the sight of what laid beyond the door.

It was your house – except, not. It was better. Much more clean, much more modernized, and a lovely smell of something sweet filled the air. It was much nicer compared to the dingy, mildew smell that filled your house on the other side.

This house felt like a home.

Standing up and brushing the dust off of your knees, you glanced over at Si to see him already staring up at you. You couldn’t read what he was thinking. His eyes were void of anything other than boredom, blinking slowly at you, and you knew that this time, he wouldn’t go unless you did. You weren’t quite sure how to feel about that.

Taking in a breath of courage, you willed yourself into the home, passing by the furniture in the living room as well as the pictures that littered the wall. There was something wrong with those pictures. Something was off.

When you stepped closer to get a better look at it, you realized why it was off.

You were in the pictures. Smiling, happy, unbroken. There were no scars, no sunken eyes, no anguish.

Just like the house, it was you, but it wasn’t. It was who you imagined yourself to be if you life hadn’t handed you an unfortunate deck of cards and told you fuck you, you’re on your own, kid.

Entranced in the newfound version of you, you failed to notice the lingering presence in the house. It called out your name, and you knew something was wrong when they referred to you correctly. 

“Coraline!” the voice shouted, and your blood ran cold. “Is that you?”

As if sensing your discomfort, Si walked between your ankles, soft fur cradling against your skin. He peered up at you from between your feet, eyes now much softer looker than the previous times where he had looked at you with a hint of judgment and displeasure.

Taking a deep breath and staring down at Si for a long moment, you nodded to yourself, taking a step forward to venture out of the living room and to the kitchen, where you had heard the voice. Si followed closely by your side, tail whooshing in the air. He didn’t seem at all nervous, so maybe you didn’t have to be either.

“There you are!”

You felt the wind knocked out of your lungs when you saw who stood before you. The air grew constricted in your chest, blood running cold. Pure dread filled every fiber of your bone, so much so you could practically feel it vibrating and rattling from inside of you.

Beady, button eyes stared at you. An all too familiar smile beamed in your direction, teeth pointed and curving together, perfectly white and aligned. Skin rid of any imperfections, looking almost like a statue, one that you desperately wished you could hit and destroy, over and over, until it dissolved into nothing but crumpled dust and ash.

It was your mother. The very person you had escaped from.

But this wasn’t your mother. No. This was a distorted version of your mother that you felt like you were staring at through a broken lens. A bowl and whisk held in the crook of her arm, eyes void of any pupils and instead replaced by black, shiny buttons that felt as if they could pierce right through you.

That smile, that damned smile could send you into an early grave.

The only thing you could do was stare back, eyes glossed over with a darkening appearance of turmoil.

You were looking death right in the face, and it was smiling back at you.

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cat simon 🙏🏻 also finally making progress, im so sorry the others werent in this chapter but they will be in the next, trust <3

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