#she’s definitely one of the only reasons I made it through quarantine

[hmslusitania]

That perfect one word no one’s heard yet

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Eddie tries to be as quiet as he can when he unlocks the door in case Buck’s on the couch. He’d told him that it would be stupid to sleep on the couch when Eddie was going to be in a whole other state, but Buck sometimes refuses do the sensible thing.

But Buck is not on the couch. His shift bag is in a neat pile by the door and there’s a half finished Lego construct on the coffee table that’s being colonised by Chris’s dinosaur toys. The jackets hanging on the hooks in the hallway are Buck’s too, from his myriad collection. There’s no light on in the house and Eddie checks his watch. It’s later than he’d thought; there had been an accident on I-5 and Eddie’s Uber driver hadn’t been stupid enough to take it, but the spillover traffic had made every other route between LAX and Eddie’s house stupid busy for being after midnight.

He gently opens Christopher’s door and sees him completely passed out and drooling a little into his pillow. Eddie shuts his door and heads to his own room.

Buck is not a restful sleeper. Eddie had found that out the hard way when they’d been quarantining together, but it holds true now in Eddie’s room. Buck has managed to wrap himself and the comforter into some kind of non-Euclidean knot and has one of the strings from his hoodie stuck in his partly open mouth. One of his feet is visible from the blanket knot, the sock rolled down to halfway off his heel. He’s mostly — by a very slim margin — on the left side of the bed, and has his arms wrapped around the other pillow. Eddie’s pillow.

Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest and he wants to reach out and pull the sweatshirt string out of Buck’s mouth and roll the sock back up his foot, and then he wants to tangle himself into the knot of Buck and blanket.

And then he realises its two in the morning and he’s just standing stupidly in his own bedroom staring at his—

“Eddie?”

Buck’s voice is deeper from sleep and fuzzy from confusion.

“Hey,” Eddie says and realises he should put his bag down and maybe put on his pyjamas. He rounds the foot of the bed and—and those are definitely more of Buck’s things than he could’ve realistically needed for Eddie’s three day trip to El Paso.

“Did I miss—fuck, I was supposed to pick you up, oh my god I must’ve slept through my alarm—”

Buck fumbles to explain Eddie’s presence and when he falls silent, Eddie glances over at him, pausing in the act of unbuttoning his shirt. Buck is sitting half up in the bed with his phone in hand, frowning intensely at it. Like he can see that its 2am and knows Eddie wasn’t supposed to be in until 8am and also knows Eddie is standing in front of him half-undressed.

“I left early,” Eddie explains before Buck can fully ask. He turns around and drops his jeans, fishing his sleep shorts out of the dresser. “Changed my flight.”

“You should’ve called me, I would’ve come and got you,” Buck says. Eddie shrugs, and shrugs out of his undershirt, reaching for a fresh one from the drawer. “Oh, fuck, this is your bed, I should go—”

He pauses and when Eddie turns around, he’s sitting all the way up and staring into the middle distance.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks.

“Uh, the farthest I can go is your…couch,” Buck says.

Eddie mentally throws a stifling hand over his own instinctive response (“you don’t have to go anywhere ever for any reason you should just stay”) because Buck looks confused and guilty and perversely like he might be about to smile.

“What happened?” Eddie asks.

“Uh, I—I said she should keep the apartment since it was only fair since I got her to give up hers,” Buck says. He does grin just a little then and then seems to force himself to sober. Eddie’s heart does an odd, joyous pirouette. “When—when I broke up with Taylor.”

He does sober then, frowning. “And I’m back to being the useless couch crashing perpetual roommate.”

“You’re not crashing on my couch,” Eddie says firmly. “And you’re not useless.”

“No, I know, I’ll—I think Albert’s getting a new place right, I can just—”

“No, I meant—” Eddie steels himself and then catches sight of Buck’s dangling foot and half dislodged sock. He grabs Buck’s ankle and ignores the way Buck is staring at him, all mussed and rumpled and confused, and pulls his sock back up for him. When he lets go of Buck’s foot, Buck’s tilted his head sideways in that confused-Buckley-puppy dog expression that Buck got from Maddie and that Jee-Yun’s already starting to show off.

“I meant you don’t have to crash on my couch,” Eddie says. He circles around to his side of the bed and picks up his pillow where Buck’s relinquished his hold in his confusion. “But you do have to budge over and untangle part of the blanket for me.”

Buck obliges and Eddie tucks himself into the spare half of the bed. Eddie hadn’t turned on the light but it isn’t really dark until Buck’s phone goes out. They lie there in silence just the wrong side of perfectly comfortable for a while until Buck clears his throat.

“You left Texas early?” Buck asks.

“We can talk about it in the morning,” Eddie says. “When it’s been more than six hours since I fled my childhood home for probably the last time ever.”

“Right,” Buck says. “Sorry it went badly.”

“It didn’t actually,” Eddie says. He sighs. “My dad had a heart attack, but he’s going to be fine, and we left it in a place where if they ever want to see Chris again, they’re going to have to be the ones to reach out.”

“What if they want to see you?” Buck asks softly.

“That, we can definitely talk about tomorrow,” Eddie says. “We can talk about Taylor then, too, but she’s not welcome in my bedroom even for a conversation about her.”

Buck, to his relief, laughs. “Yeah that’s probably not gonna be nearly as big a conversation is it.”

“The decision making process that led to you breaking up with the wicked witch of the west? Maybe not,” Eddie agrees. “But, like, she is the first partner you’ve ever lived with and ending that even on your own terms can fuck you up in ways you don’t expect.”

Buck hums in agreement, or at least acknowledgement, and Eddie registers a second later that he isn’t actually speaking from experience. It feels right though, so he leaves it be as a statement.

“Sorry about your apartment through,” Eddie says.

“Its okay,” Buck says and he sounds like he’s falling asleep again. “I kinda hated it in the end anyway. Guess it kinda sucks to be homeless for a sec though.”

“You’ve always got a home here with me,” Eddie says before he can stop himself. “With us.”

Buck doesn’t respond, and after a moment, he lets out a soft exhale that’s not quite a snore. Eddie smiles and lets himself fall asleep.

When he wakes in the morning, Buck’s worked himself into another inconceivable Escher knot with the blanket. But this time, Eddie’s tied up in it, too inextricable to move.

And there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

#buddie #911fic #buddie fic #the ghost ship scribbles #9-1-1 #911 season 5 speculation

[twistnet]

chapter two — outskirts

⋯ SUMMARY ; the outskirts of the quarantine zone are trivial to navigate, and you are slowly starting to find out just how difficult this mission is about to become the longer you trek towards the capitol building

⋯ WARNINGS ; canon divergence, tw [ mentions of death, infected, guns, getting bit, blood ], some soft moments + mature language

“home sweet home...” tess utters, knocking rhythmically against the wooden door before working a series of locks open. tess’ route back to the warehouse located on the edge of the zone had taken a lot longer to get back to than anticipated. soldiers had practically swarmed the streets after the checkpoint explosion -- something she made sure to comment about at the first sight of the heavily armored platoons lining the streets. which had only earned her a slight glare from yourself before moving on.

the door swung open and tess was quick to announce herself, “hey. sorry it took so long. soldiers. fucking everywhere.”

“how’s marlene?” a voice -- ellie, questioned quickly with concern dripping into her tone before being offered a short smile from tess, “she’ll make it.” the answer was short, but seemed to do enough to stem the girl’s worries about her friend before turning toward joel with a wild smirk, “i saw the merchandise. it’s a lot. wanna do this?”

“yeah, but first...” he seemed to hesitate before continuing, “who’s this?” joel questions, frown lines deepening as his gaze falls where you stand just behind tess. your name rolls off her tongue easily as she waves her hand in your direction, “marlene sent her as insurance -- she’s taking over once we get to the capitol. they're expecting her to be there.”

“this was not what we agreed to! smuggling two girls outta of the zone? is marlene out of her mind?!” joel’s quick spout of anger is quickly diminished by tess’ heated glare, however, the anger is still evident on his features, “don’t you think it’s a bit strange that they're having us do their smuggling?”

“marlene wanted to do it herself. we weren’t their first choice, or the second for that matter. but it’s apparent she trusts this girl to make sure things run smoothly.” tess counters, shoulders shrugging slightly as she nods over towards you with a light smile, “besides, from what i hear, it’s not her first time out of the zone.”

“well, let’s just hope someone’s around to pay us.” joel grunts, following the group of girls into the other room. he brings up the rear, making sure each one of them makes it through the cutout in the wall before stepping over to the generator powering the lift.

“who’s waiting for us at the drop off?” he questions after the lift lowers the group down to the subfloor of the old apartment building -- one of the few unblocked entrances into the zone left untouched by fedra goons. “she said there’s some fireflies that have traveled all the way from another city. girl must be important.”

joel nods, turning his gaze towards you with a raised brow, “anything you want to add before we get started?”

you look up from the floor, arms crossing over your chest as you shake your head, “i probably know just as much as you do.” and for the most part, it was the truth. you, honest to god, had no clue why marlene wanted ellie escorted out of the zone. no reasoning was ever given and you definitely wasn’t going to ask. as for what you did know, it simply came down to knowing who exactly they were meeting at the capitol as it wasn’t too strange that a squad from another city had traveled in for the meet up, “great.”

once the lift comes to a halt, you step off the platform and follows after tess, lingering behind her and ellie as she takes a few looks around -- not at all familiar with this way out of the zone.

“how long is this all gonna take?” comes ellie’s question, her eyes glancing between the three other members of the group before tess shrugs, “if everything goes as planned, we should get you both to them in a few hours.” the answer seems to satisfy the girl again and the four make their way towards a ladder that leads to the ground above, “ellie, once we get out there, i need you to follow our lead and stay close.”

joel is the first up the ladder, hand pressing against the wooden panel that covers the entrance. he spares a quick glance around before climbing up and through. you are next, quickly climbing up the ladder and taking up an outlook position as the last two of the group join.

“this rain ain’t gonna do us any good.” joel comments, hand raising to shield his eyes from the onslaught of rain coming down around the city. it had been some time since you had been outside the walls, with your last run to an outpost just outside of boston having been almost four months ago and it seemed the travel times outside the walls were getting further apart as tensions continued to raise between the fireflies and fedra.

“holy shit... i’m actually outside.” ellie smiles, briefly locking eyes with you -- receiving a soft smile in return before being ushered forward, leaving you to bring up the rear alongside tess. you followed after joel, down and through what looked to have been some old sewage lines, all rapidly filling with water from the rain pouring down from above. this was definitely going to make the journey only slightly more miserable with the current given conditions.

you continued after joel and ellie, following them both up the length of an old semi trailer, only to curse a few seconds later when a fedra soldier pops out from nowhere and butts joel with the end of her rifle before lining the barrel up with the rest of the group, “don’t do anything stupid.”

heavy steps sound from behind, another fedra soldier with his gun drawn and pointed at tess’ back, “move.” he commands, ushering the girls out of the trailer and onto solid ground.

he gestures pointedly with his gun, “turn around. on your knees.” you drop to your knees beside tess, hands already raising above your head with the hopes the medallion of your necklace isn’t visible anywhere -- knowing damn well that the second either of the soldiers see, it’s an instant bullet to the head.

“you scan them, i’ll call it in.” the female soldier orders, stepping just a few paces away to talk into her radio as her partner steps forward with a scanner, “this is ramirez at sector twelve. requesting pick up for four stragglers.”

the male soldier slowly goes down the line, pressing the device against the back of each person's neck and only moving on when it comes back clear of infection. however, as he gets down to ellie, you quickly notice the girl grow antsy -- muttering something under her breath before she whips around and drives her knife into the calf of the soldier behind her.

you scramble, gun already in your hands and making the shot at the female soldier behind you and tess before turning to find joel apprehending the other with a single blow to the head.

your blood runs cold as panic slowly begins to set in -- this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. shooting soldiers and making a mess on the outside wall wasn’t how things were supposed to go. but your best guess is that this had to happen, otherwise they’d be carted back inside the walls.

your gaze turns toward ellie, who’s braced herself up against an old box as she slowly begins to panic herself, “oh fuck... fuck! i thought we were just gonna hold them up or something.” both tess and joel look about ready to rip into the younger girl when tess’ gaze drops to the scanner that lay at her feet.

“oh shit.” she mutters looking down at the reading, before tossing it over to joel, “look at this.” he catches the device effortlessly, eyes widening as he too reads over the reading before anger flashes over his face.

“jesus christ. marlene set us up?” he questions, almost distressed, tess only able to offer a shrug of her shoulders as she attempts to comprehend the turn of events. “why the hell are we smuggling an infected girl?”

your gaze drops to ellie, before snatching the device from joel’s hands to read it for yourself. brows furrowing before shaking the device -- hoping to some higher power that this thing was wrong. yet, the scan doesn’t change in the slightest.

“did you know about this?” tess questions you quietly with the briefest twinge of anger already beginning to lace her tone. though it disappears the second you shake your head, shoulders sagging as you turn to face away from the conversation. this whole trip was slowly starting to not make any sense and doubt was slowly starting to fill in the pit of your gut.

“i’m not infected!” ellie yells, hands held out in front of her as joel scoffs at her, “no? so this is lying?” he states, pointing towards the device in your hands with an angered expression.

“i can explain!” she states, pleading for the rest of the group to listen as tess and joel slowly start to crowd around her. “you better explain fast.” tess growls, gun already in her hand as she takes a step toward ellie in a menacing fashion.

“look at this!” her hand pushing the sleeve of her shirt up her arm to show off the healed over bite mark on her forearm. joel scoffs again, “i don’t care how you got infected...”

“it’s three weeks old...” ellie states, looking between the two in front of her, before tess quickly cuts her off with the shake of her head, “no. everyone turns within two days. so you stop bullshiting.”

“it’s three weeks. i swear. why would she set you up?” ellie pleads again with the group, knowing that this could very well end badly if they chose to leave her here. sure, she knows tess and joel would disappear without another word, but you? she wasn’t sure. you had been assigned to make sure she got to the capitol by marlene -- you wouldn’t abandon the orders you are given... right?

“i ain’t buying it.” joel sighs, turning away from the girl before spotting the humvee of fedra reinforcements approaching their location.“oh shit... tess. run.”

you jut forward, grasping ellie by the upper arm before pulling her along after the two smugglers. the group traverses through some of the old tunnels and sewage pipes -- wanting to avoid running into any and all fedra soldier now that they know two of their own were killed.

alarms and lights lit up the area around them, making avoiding the mass of fedra soldiers all that more difficult, “there’s so many of them out here. how are we going to get around them?” ellie whispers from your side, shouldering herself up against the broken piece of concrete as lights flooded the area below in search of the four of you.

“they ain’t spotted us yet -- quick, over this way.” joel states, waving for the rest of you to follow after him. it takes a few minutes to navigate the old sewers, and there are a few times where you feel yourself holding your breath as you wait to see if the fedra soldier had caught any of your movements, only to move on and call out to their team.

you slide into an area, pausing abruptly when humvee’s pass over a large grate, before joel ushers you into an area where it seems you all could get a grasp on what was going on, “alright... they're gone.”

“okay, what was the plan? let’s say that we deliver you to the fireflies, what then?” tess questions, looking between you and ellie as the latter settles to the ground under her. you can only shrug, only knowing to get ellie to the capitol -- you’re next orders would come from the team lead.

ellie sighed, “marlene... she said that they have their own little quarantine zone. with doctors there; still trying to find a cure.”

joel huffs out a disbelieving laugh while shaking his head, “yeah, we’ve heard that before, huh, tess?” there’s a slight glare sent his way before tess motions for ellie to continue with a lopsided smile, “and that... whatever happened to me is the key to finding a vaccine.”

“oh jesus.” joel curses, huffing out a laugh as ellie stares at him disbelief, “it’s what she said.” and once again, it seemed her words had fallen on deaf ears as joel shakes his head and all but waves her off, “oh, i’m sure she did.”

“hey! fuck you, man! i didn’t ask for this!” ellie yells, quickly standing from her seated position and walking a few paces to get in his face, only to be dragged back by your hand at her bicep with a swift shake of the head. she seemed to deflate at the action and muttered something under her breath as joel seemed to continue.

“tess, what the hell are we doing here?” he questions, now looking over at his partner with the hope that she wasn't buying into what was being said. however, the hopeful look in her eyes give the exact opposite response as she shrugged, “what if it’s true?”

“i can't....” joel scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head as tess takes another step towards him, “what if it’s true, joel? we’ve come this far, let’s just finish it.”

“do i need to remind you what is out there?” he growls out, making a point gesture as tess’ face seems to twist up in slight upset, “oh, i get it.” she hisses, brushing past her partner. leaving both you and ellie to follow right after her. and after a few paces, joel dutifully joins at the back.

“this way! if we cut through downtown, we can make it to the capitol by sunrise.” tess calls over her shoulder, pointing towards the highway ninety sign. the roads leading towards downtown look about the same as the wasteland closer to the quarantine zone.

“holy moly! i guess this is what these buildings look like up close. they're so damn tall.” ellie mutters, looking up and around at the leaning buildings before turning towards tess with a curious gaze, “so... what happened here?”

“they bombed the hell out of the surrounding areas close to the quarantine zones. hoping to take out as much of the infected as possible. it worked.” tess answered, earning a laugh from joel as you all continued down between the dilapidated buildings.

a loud crack of thunder seemed to stir up some of the infected, the noises seemed to scare ellie, who jumped almost a foot in the air and quickly cozied up to your side, “ah, what the hell was that?”

“tess, you hear that?” joel asked from behind, and tess nodded, “yeah, sounded pretty far away though.” the only tough part about trying to figure out where those sounds came from was that it could have been from anywhere. which made this situation all the more troubling.

“are we safe?” ellie questions, looking over at tess as she asks this, knowing that she would be upfront and honest with her, “for now... come on.” you continue to follow her up a slope, that later banks off and then drops over the edge, “damn, that's quite a drop.”

“there’s the capitol building over there.” joel points off into the distance, with the crest of the capitol just over the tilted towers. ellie’s shoulders seem to sag as she observes just how far off the end goal seems to be.

“yeah, we need to get around this mess...” tess states, shaking her head at the sad state of the outside area before moving back and away from the edge she’s standing on.

“this is the downtown area?” ellie questions, looking up at what she could only assume to be an old office building -- just like the ones she’s seen in the textbooks from the military school. tess nods softly, “was. now it’s just a giant wasteland.”

the path leads up to the courtyard, a part of the old building already starting to give away. with the windows and doors already open giving easy access to the lower floors of the building. joel is the first to enter, climbing up and into the building before cursing loudly, “hey, tess!”

tess quickly rushes up the rest of the way, coming to stop at joel’s side before shaking her head at the sight of the freshly mailed fedra officer leaning up against the wall, “he’s been ripped apart. body’s pretty fresh.” this body would only further complicate things -- it meant the building they are in had infected roaming around it’s halls, and that it was going to be a task and a half to navigate through.

“is that bad?” ellie asks from your side, looking over the body with a slight grimace as tess and joel share a look, “yeah, it might be. let’s not stick around.”

at her command, everyone began moving up the stairs, already wanting to put this building behind them until joel stops again, “ah! another one... shit!” with a shake of his head, he kneels down next to the body, pulling the small orders paper from his grasp and reading it over, “looks like these guys died waiting for backup.”

so, it meant whatever had killed them was still lingering around in the building. and it now meant you were all going to have to deal with it when the time came. the thing with infected was they liked to hide and aside from the obvious noise they tended to make, most of their attacks were made using the cover of darkness. and that only complicated things more.

sighing heavily, you continued up the flight of stairs, keeping watch for anything that moved or made noise. you slowly continued to crepe through the building, mainly climbing the stairs until you could find a room that took you down the length of the building. the first room like this you came across was on the fifth level, yet, had a bit of an obstacle keeping all of you from continuing further.

“god dammit! clicker...” joel curses, looking over the clicker attached to the wall and doorframe. tendrils spreading from its form and crawling up the walls around it. “jeez... what’s wrong with its face?”

“that’s what years of infection with do to you.” tess explains, gesturing wildly at the face with a displeased look. to most people’s knowledge, there were still some things roaming around that had gotten infected twenty years ago -- as to what state they were in at the time, no one really knows, but to get to this point, you’d had to be infected for at least a few years.

“so what, are they blind?” ellie asks, watching intently as joel attempts to force the door open. having to break the crusted growths that had attached themselves along the wall. a few solid hits of his shoulder against the door managed to pop it open and he ushered you all through.

“sort of, they see using sound.” tess states, as ellie perks up at the piece of information, “like bats?” to which tess nods, “like bats. if you hear one clicking, you need to hide. it means it’s right behind you.”

the next room you move into is oddly steep, and coupled with a violent shake of the building as you almost slipping back down towards the windows behind you, “whole building seems like it’s getting ready to fall apart. watch your head.” joel calls over his shoulder and you manage to steady yourself enough as the next shake takes place.

“totally cool... everything is totally cool.” ellie mutters to herself, sticking close to you and tess as the building continues to shake around you. once it settles, a look is shared among the group -- silent confirmations of safety as joel and tess move forward.

the next door is similar to the other, only this time it takes both joel and tess to push the door open -- watching with confusion as a large metal desk gets pushed away from the door before falling off the edge.

“joel!” tess yells in warning seconds before joel gets tackled by a clicker. you instinctively usher ellie behind you, hand already braced against the handle of your gun as tess shoots forward, kicking the clicker off joel and stepping down on the center of its chest before shooting it twice in the head.

“you alright?” ellie calls from over your shoulder, eyes wide with worry as joel quickly brushes her off, “it’s nothing.”

“lets search for supplies.” tess calls, before moving into the adjacent room and searching along the rows of office desks for anything useful. ellie follows in behind her, “shit! that was intense!”

“you said it.” tess mutters, shaking her head at just how close of a call that had been. you enter into the small office area, following tess’ suggestion to try and find some supplies. and you manage to find a few things, and combined with the stuff you had in your backpack, was enough to make a med kit. to which you turn towards joel, holding the pack out to him with a small smile.

“thanks.” he states quietly, wrapping the gaze around the length of his forearm before moving on and behind tess and ellie -- who have moved onto the next area.

it’s another set of stairs, however, it seems that you’ll have to scale a wall much taller than the ones previous. joel drops down, bracing himself against the wall before waving for tess. he lifts her up, making sure she’s up and over before waving for ellie to go next. once she’s up, you’re next and once your foot is placed in the brace of his hands, he lifts you up to grasp tess’ hand to pull you up the rest of the way.

“come on big guy.” tess utters down at her partner, causing you to chuckle lightly at the seemingly sweet words she’s spoken his way. joel jumps, grabbing her outstretched hand and the two of you pull him up and onto the next level.

you watch joel open his mouth, possibly getting ready to point out the direction the rest of you need to continue in, when clicks sound from the next room. “clickers?!” ellie screeches, before quickly being quieted by tess, who pulls the girl by her arm. joel ushers you in front of him, shouldering you behind a large desk right behind ellie and tess just as the first clicker comes bounding through the door.

you duck further when the clicker hovers just on the other side of the desk, the rhythmic clicks searching for any sign of life that it had followed in. when it steps back, walking towards the back part of the room, you watch tess reach down to her side, silently picking up a discarded bottle, before chucking it over the desk and letting it crash against the floor.

the clicker screeches, walking towards where the bottle had landed, and using the distraction to your advantage, tess waves you all to follow her down the length of desks and around the corner.

another bottle goes flying -- this time away from the blocked doorway tess quietly points out to all of you, and the clicker goes running towards the sound as before. once over and safe on the other side, your shoulders sag in relief, “you two alright?” tess questions after a second, looking between the two of you for any signs of distress.

“other than shitting my pants? i’m fine.” ellie jokes, earning a soft chuckle from you as you nod, signaling that you are fine and ready to move forward. tess smiles, “alright. lets go.”

“the stairwell’s blocked. should we go back up?” ellie obversely looks down at the pile of desks and chairs that block the way down to the lower levels. you step forward, looking over the railing and shrugging your shoulders, “we could go over...”

joel does just that, and with a bit of struggle, manages to pull the large filing cabinet out from under the crushed stairwell. allowing enough space for everyone to slide through to the other side, “there you go, ladies.”

tess slides over the railing first, followed by ellie and then by yourself. it’s an odd obstacle and your aren’t surprised when you manage to catch the toe of your boot on a stray piece of metal. a hand grasps the handle of your backpack, preventing you from falling flat on your face before pulling you upright, “thanks.” you mutter as joel comes around you, “don’t worry about it.”

then you catch tess climbing over the railing onto some scaffolding -- something you definitely didn’t trust with the way it groaned under the new weight being placed on it after all those years, “ah! this is crazy...” ellie states, looking over at tess as if she was crazy.

“just don’t look down.” tess replies easily, already moving off the first platform and onto the next. ellie shakes her head, before reluctantly climbing over the railing and wincing when it groans underneath her, “are you serious?”

ellie’s moments are slow, and almost calculated as she follows after tess. it’s evident this isn’t something she had seen herself doing when marlene had dropped her off to tess and joel earlier that day, and she was hoping that this was going to be the last daring thing she had to do before getting to the capitol building.

you climbed over once ellie made it to the other platform, hating how the rain managed to make the metal slippery and only that much more difficult to navigate. however, you were quicker to get across the platforms, rushing by tess and ellie as they waited for you and joel to enter in behind them.

screams echo from the next section of the building has you all stopping in your tracks as tess looks back at joel, “runners.”

“i’ll go check it out. stay with the girls.” joel orders, before dropping down to the next level. you slowly watch as joel quietly takes out the dozen or so runners throughout the lower complex. and the three of you only follow down to the same level once joel gives the all clear.

getting out and onto the street made you sigh in relief, and you’re almost happy to see the ground once more after spending those horrible few hours in that office building.

the rest of you follow joel over towards a shutter door, waiting patiently as he pulls on the chain to lift the door up for the rest of you to get through. until tess drops a hand to his shoulder with a concerned expression, “what? i don’t hear anything...” until something perks at her ears and she whips back around to joel, “double time it.”

“they're coming!” ellie yells from behind you, and you quickly shove her towards the gate, sliding under the metal door and securing her away as tess and joel barely make it through as the runners butt up against the gate.

“there’s something on your foot.” ellie points out, and you look down, finding a hand still gripped on joel’s boot -- something he’s quick to shake away before continuing further into the building.

walking and climbing through the shipping area, you’re able to deduct that the group ended up in a museum of sorts. entirely based on the old vases and some of the overturned exhibits, “this would have been so cool to see before the world went to shit. i always liked museums --  never been to one but all my books made them seem cool.” you state looking over everything. there’s a slight noise of agreement from joel, who quickly exits the area and moves further through the building as ellie and tess follow behind him.

the next room seems to have collapsed, and joel steadies himself under a few of the planks, lifting them before urging everyone through. however, his grasp and the rest of the ceiling slips down before you’re able to get through, trapping you and joel together on one side.

“joel!” tess calls from the other side, concern dripping into her voice as you move to sit ip, “we’re alright! we’ll make our way around -- “ his sentence overlapped with screeches of clickers running towards the sound. ellie and tess disappear from view and joel helps you back to your feet before ushering for you to follow him.

the both of you quietly sneak through the old building, not knowing where the infected exactly were, meaning you’d have to be quiet to avoid getting swarmed by runners and possibly clickers.

the first door you entered, runners stood around the different displays, scratching at their eyes as the infection coursed through them, “take them out quietly?” you whisper, earning a nod before you move through the room. slowly but quickly taking out each infected person by driving your knife through the bottom of their jaw or cheek.

eventually the two of you were able to clear the room, and joel whistled slightly from beside you, “that was... impressive.” joel mutters, giving you a slight nod just as he passes you up the stairs.

“i told you at the beginning i wasn’t going to slow anyone down.” you state, shooting him a slight smile before pausing as a runner rammed itself up against a blocked door. its continuous action told you that tess and ellie were just on the other side.

joel quickly took care of the runner, before opening the door. you called tess’ name as you watched her struggle for a short time with the runner, before breaking the wood plank against it’s head and knocking him to the ground.

“are you alright?” you question as you cross the room, waiting for the older woman to answer before ellie’s voice cuts through from the other room, “guys!”

the three of you went running, and you took out the runner grasping ellie before pulling her behind you as more runners came into the room. the both of you backed away, your gun raised and ready to take down any runner that came your way as tess and joel worked around the room with their own set of infected.

a runner came your way, and you pulled the trigger, blood spattering as the bullet struck its face and the runner went down. ellie’s hands twisted into the back of your shirt, keeping herself practically pressed against you until joel called out to see how everyone was.

her grasp dropped and she was quick to put a little bit of distance between the two of you. you didn’t mind -- you had come to know that people did odd and often stupid things when in fear.

joel guided everyone towards an open window -- ushering everyone out and onto the rooftop. you stepped out onto the rooftop, smiling as the dark night sky slowly turned into pale pinks and blues as the sun began to rise.

from your side, joel picked up a long wooden plank. setting it to go across to the next building over. “okay, now watch your step going over as it...” his words trialing off as ellie scoffs at him before walking across the wooden plank with ease. he stares after her in disbelief before motioning for you to go, and you scale along the board right behind ellie before coming to rest at her side.

joel is the next to come across, coming to stop right next to the both of you before gesturing in front of him, “is that everything you hoped for?”

“juries still out... but man, you can’t deny that view.” ellie smiles, staring down at the sunrise cresting just over the tip of the capitol building. an amazingly beautiful sight.

“it gets better once you get away from the city. there aren't any buildings and everything is... quiet. it’s nice.” you mutter, smiling softly as ellie’s eyes seem to widen at the information. and you wonder for a second if she’s gonna get to experience something like that.

“alright. lets keep going.” tess states, brushing past you all. you instantly pick up on her tone, sparing joel a questioning look as he only shrugs his shoulders before tess turns on her heel, “hey! let’s pick it up.”

you quickly cross the roof, following down the ladder right behind ellie, leaving tess and joel to linger on the roof, “hey, we're almost done. let’s stay focused.”

it wasn’t much longer of scaling the rooftops that the group of you made it to the outskirts of the capitol building, “it’s right around this corner. let’s go.” tess calls, already moving down towards the stairs and down them.

“keep moving, kid.” joel pushes ellie forward, and you can tell that she’s starting to get a little nervous with this trip coming to an end. everyone seems to be on edge, and ready for this to all be done -- not that you could blame them. the past few hours had been nothing but stressful and you were ready to take a break yourself.

“look at this.” joel calls from behind you, waving a note in his grasp. apparently he had turned a corner after seeing someone bloodied and huddled up into a corner and you felt your stomach twist seeing the tattoo on his upper arm, “there’s a firefly logo on his arm. what if we get there and they’re all dead?”

“they won’t be.” tess promises, forcing ellie to ask, “how do you know?”

there wasn’t a way to know, but there was a bit of an uneasy feeling already starting to settle in the pit of your stomach, but you couldn't think about something like that. not when you were all so close, “i just do.... fuck, look its gonna be fine.”

after helping everyone up and over the locked gate, joel jumps down from the wood planks running along the top of the gate, turning just enough to watch as the three of you jump down behind him, “alright... home stretch, tess!” with a slight roll of your shoulders, your gaze is drawn up towards the large marble building -- while covered in plant life and rusted to hell from the heavy rains that ran through the area, it still stood proud and tall. still a symbol of the life that had been before.

“um, just so it’s out there... i can’t swim.” ellie calls from behind you, eyeing the water suspiciously before tess motions towards the side of the road closest to the capitol gates, “it looks shallow on the right side, just follow me.” you close in behind her, part of you ready to reach out and grab her from the water should she slip further in -- thankful she’s at least wearing her backpack.

“i’m glad marlene hired you guys...” ellie says after a moment, looking between tess and joel, “what do you mean?” tess questions, looking back over her shoulder at the younger girl with a raised brow.

“i know you guys are getting paid for this... and she’s only here to oversee the trade... i’m trying to say thanks.” the poor thanks earns a soft chuckle from you as you follow tess up the steps of the capitol building, “yeah, sure. no problem.”

joel slides to the front of the group, pushing the doors open with brief hesitation before his shoulders drop, “no!” tess calls from behind, surging forward through the group, “no, no, no!” she shouts dropping next to one of the bloodied bodies of the team you were supposed to meet up with.

you move around the group, looking over the bodies in search of a radio -- hopefully allowing you to radio in and let someone know what had happened. that everything had just failed. but, you curse under your breath as nothing of the sort comes up and you realize that this group was a splinter of another, given that there were only five fireflies laid throughout the floor.

“what happens now?” ellie questions, looking between the three of you now. you slowly stand, walking back towards her with a shake of your head -- you truly didn’t know what to do now.

“what are you doin tess?” joel questions his partner, watching as she digs around the man’s vest, “maybe they had a map. or something to tell us where they were going.” she explains, slowly growing exasperated as nothing starts to come up.

“how far are we going to take this?” joel questions again, frustration growing across his features before tess explodes, “as far as we need to go!”

then, she’s turning towards the two of you, hope slowly flooding her eyes as she looks between you and ellie, “where was this lab of theirs?”

ellie shrugs, “she never said. only mentioned that it was someplace out west.” tess’ eyes glance towards you, “you?”

“i only heard rumors. there was talk about leaving the zone... going where, i’m not sure.” you sigh, arms swinging loosely at your side, “but again, it was all rumors. everything was kept pretty tight lipped.”

you could see the way tess deflated at your words, shoulders sagging as a look of anguish crossed over her features, before twinges of panic started to set in. you take note of how her hands begin to shake slightly, and a part of you wonders why she’s so suddenly dead set on making this work now -- when she hadn’t seemed to care too much about it in the beginning.

“what are we doing here? this is not us...” joel states, eyeing his partner curiously as tess scoffs and shakes her head, “what do you know about us? about me?”

“i know that you are smarter than this.” he growls, pointing towards the decaying body laying at their feet. it’s surprising to see tears slowly build in tess’ eyes, something she’s quick to will down before biting right back at joel, “really? guess what, we're shitty people joel, we’ve been that way for a long time.”

“no, we are survivors.” he reiterates before getting cut off by tess, “this is our chance!” she pleads with him, voice raising just enough that it seems to make joel snap as his face twists in anger, “it is over tess! now we tried, let’s just go home.”

tess’ bottom lip trembles slightly before steeling her nerves and shaking her head, “i’m not... i’m not going anywhere. this is my last stop.”

“what?” joel questions, confusion overtaking his features as tess shrugs her shoulders, “our luck had to run out sooner or later...”

“what are you going on about - “ joel reaches forward, getting ready to comfort his partner until tess jerks herself out of his reach and screeches, “no! don’t touch me!”

“holy shit.... she’s infected.” ellie mutters under her breath, eyes locked completely on tess -- who goes quiet and seems to almost shy away the second the words are out in the open. then the realization dawns on you and your jaw goes slack in shock.

a part of you starts to rack your brain. trying to come up with a scenario and remember when tess would and could have gotten bit. then, you remember how you and joel had burst into a room to find tess fighting off that runner.

“when we got separated in the museum, and we found you later with that runner... that’s when it happened, didn’t it?” the words tumble from your mouth before you can even stop them, but tess’ nod confirms everything.

“let me see...” joel goads, eyes still on tess, “show it to me.”

at his words, tess peels back the collar of her shirt, briefly showing off the bite mark at the curve of her neck and shoulder. joel’s anger quickly drops into one of surprise, “oh, christ!”

“oops, right?” tess scoffs, before crossing the room towards ellie, “give me your arm... this was three weeks. i was bitten an hour ago and it’s already worse. this is fucking real joel!” she takes a step towards joel after dropping ellie’s arm, “you’ve got to get this girl to tommy’s. he use to run with this crew, he’ll know where to go.”

“no, no! this was your crusade! i’m not doing that!” joel states, a mix of emotions already crowding into his tone before tess shakes her head, “yes you are! there’s enough here that you have to feel some sort of obligation for me so you need to get that girl to tommy’s.”

the moment is quickly ended as shouts from outside catches everyone’s attention. you turn, cursing under your breath as fedra soldiers jump out from their vehicles and make their way up towards the capitol building, “they’re here.... i can buy you some time but you have to run.”

“you want us to just leave you here?” ellie asks in disbelief, dread already filling the pit of her stomach as tess nods, “yes.”

joel shakes his head, “tess... there is no way -” his sentence cut off as tess whirls around with a fierce look in her eye, “i will not turn into one of those things!”

then her expression softens, and she takes a small step towards joel, “come on... make this easy for me.” it seems joel tries to make one last attempt to have tess rethink her position which only seems to anger her more before she pushes him away, “no! just go.... just fucking go.”

“ellie...” joel calls her name, slowly backing away from tess as the younger girl begins to rapidly apologize, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for this...” she pleads, looking between joel and tess, only getting a small smile from the older woman before joel ushers her back, “let’s get a move on... you too! lets go!”

another large set of doors shut behind the three of you, joel shaking his head just before ellie begins to panic, “fuck! i can’t believe we did that!” her hands twist into the strands of hair framing her face, eyes filled with anguish as joel shook his head, “stop...”

“we just left her to die!” ellie exclaims again, hoping the maybe it would cause either of you do turn around and do something, but it seemed there was no going back now as joel turned to her with a rage-filled glare, “stop! you two stay close to me. we need to move.” he states before turning towards you, “you with us?”

“yes...” you answer back, already moving to pull your gun into your hand, “good, stay close and follow my lead.”

he leads you both up the steps, and you find yourself lingering at the top when the doors burst open and you hear gunfire rain through the building before an explosion gets set off -- and then silence. you and ellie share a solemn look before joel urges you both to continue.

you’re almost instantly met with more fedra soldiers that come flooding down the hallways, all shouting commands. you spare a glance towards joel, trying to see what the game plan would be in taking out these soldiers -- to which he brings his finger to his lips before motioning for the two of you to follow.

you’re not entirely sure how he’s able to do it, but slowly, the three of you sneak past the entirety of the fedra squad roaming around the building. and you nearly have to keep yourself from laughing aloud when they make their reports and frustratingly state they haven’t found anything.

you sneak past the last two soldiers, and head towards the door leading out of the building. “there’s stairs over there.” ellie points out across the street -- an old metro access tunnel. you follow after joel, making sure ellie stays in your sights and ever present in front of you.

the moment you start down stairs, shouts and an engine revving shoots fear down the length of your spine, “fuck! run!” you shout to joel and ellie in front of you, just as a spray of bullets starts to rain down into the old subway station.

you continue to run, only stopping long enough to pull your mask from your bag when joel calls out spores coming up ahead. with your mask secure, you trail around behind joel and ellie, taking up a hiding spot behind an old desk booth. narrowly missing the fedra officer that rounds the corner just as you do so.

“how the hell are you breathing in this stuff?” joel questions from beside you, and with a confused face, you turn to find ellie without a mask -- a part of you panics for a moment as you get ready to root through your bag for a spare mask until you remember her bit mark. so, she really was infected. then ellie shakes her head, “i wasn’t lying to you.”

as more fedra officers flood into the subway, you realize that there wasn’t going to be an easy way to sneak through this time around. you pull your gun from your waistband, cursing under your breath when you notice the amount of bullets you have left, “try and take them out quietly, i’m sure they’ve got some extras on them. only use that if you need to.”

you nod, looking over at ellie and motioning for her to stay close as you and joel slowly work through the squad of soldiers, occasionally hearing her praise the takedown or warning you about the someone coming up that you maybe didn't see.

the next obstacle comes in trying to get out of the subway, and finding that some of the tunnels were flooded and getting across was proving to be a little difficult, “is now a good time to remind you two that i can’t swim?” ellie asks staring out over the water before turning back towards you and joel.

“there’s a wooden pallet over there, joel or i could push you on it and you can let down that ladder.” you state, gesturing down towards the pallet and then towards the drawn up ladder on the other side.

“sounds good to me.” joel jumps down into the water, nearly gasping at how cool is was before swimming over to grab the pallet. he circles back around, and waits as ellie gets atop the wooden pallet. joel then gently moves the pallet to the other side, discarding it the second she unlatches the ladder.

you follow over, cursing loudly when you finally dip into the water -- earning a chuckle from ellie as you swim over to the other side and quickly climb up the ladder to follow the both of them out.

the three of you step out from the subway tunnel, your hands already pulling your mask from your face and taking a deep breath of the outside air. joel coughs a few times to the side of you, settling atop an old box as he racks his brain on what to do next.

“look... about tess...” ellie begins, hands twisting nervously before joel’s gaze lifts to lock with her own and fire lights behind his eyes, “here’s how this thing is gonna work out. you don’t bring up tess, ever. let’s just keep our histories to ourselves. secondly, don’t tell anyone about your... condition. they’re gonna think you’re crazy and kill you. and lastly, you do what i say, when i say it. we clear?”

ellie sighs, “sure.”

“repeat it.” joel growls, earning another sigh from the girl before crossing her arms over her chest and fixing him with her own hard look, “what you say goes.”

“what about you?” joel now questions you, wanting to see where you stand since the sudden turn of events. not like any of what had just happened was anticipated when your orders had been given, so he needed to know that everyone was on the same page before moving on, “i don’t have much of a choice in the matter. and considering that i never oversaw her being handed off, my orders still stand.”

joel scoffs, muttering something under his breath about orders, which causes you to roll your eyes, “you and i are both tasked with getting her to the fireflies, whether you like that or not. besides, i took an oath and i will not be abandoning my post.”

“good, there’s a town a few miles north of here. there’s a fella that owes me a few favors. good chance he could get us a car.” joel stands from his seat, already moving in the direction that you are assuming you’d need to take to get to wherever joel’s friend was located.

“okay.” ellie agreed, followed by your own noise of agreement before joel nods,“lets get a move on.”

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[nerendus]

I've seen a lot of posts and Youtube comments that say otherwise, but I love how the original Subnautica, how I see it at least, does show sympathy towards the Architects.

Yes, at the beginning of the game during your first encounter they are portrayed as being imposing and threatening—destroying your once only shot of getting off the planet (which you should've stayed on) and then intercepting a broadcast of their enforcers saying that they are going to kill you.

But as you learn of Khaara and the quarantine that has been imposed for several hundred years, walking through the subsequent alien facilities and seeing not a soul of those who built them, it feels...sad and incredibly lonely. I can't help but always feel bad for those who wouldn't have made it to the sanctuaries to upload their consciousness, as well as those who did but will never wake up—we see Al-An in Below Zero, but no others. Did they silently return home? Or are they still sleeping, doomed to never know they could come back to life?

And the game sort of goes out if its way to...quietly suggest they are not so different from humans when it comes to behaviour. They are significantly more intelligent and advanced, yes, but the glass casings in the facilities tells us of their culture that seems to hold a lot in traditions that most Sci-fi series wouldn't give to super intelligent extraterrestrials. They study other less developed species, similar to how humans study animals—which many in those fields do it out of respect. They had safe havens for their kind to retreat to when they became overwhelmed with the likely possibility of their death.

The violence they are shown committing is...not at all beyond what humans would do if they were in that situation. The Architects were faced with total annihilation, and they set up a weapon to keep other societies from facing what they faced. And if they survived the initial attack, their quarantine enforcers will spare those who manage to stay healthy, and whilst most definitely inflicting pain, I doubt the Warpers would go out of their way for a sadistic treatment for the infected.

I've always wondered why the planet would be under a strict quarantine yet there would be no broadcast in outer space alerting travelers of the dangers. And I have two theories why that might be the case: they either did have a broadcast and for whatever reason it no longer plays in orbit or, as the Architects have never seemingly made direct contact with humans before, they didn't send out a broadcast in hopes that others would see the planet as a useless drop of water—as an alien broadcast would certainly arouse curiosity, and explorers would head down there despite the warnings.

I feel that much of the distaste towards the Architects comes from not their violence but their treatment of the Sea Emperor Leviathan. Now, admittedly, I am deeply in love with both of them, but sadly, I am more of an Architect simper, so I naturally have to side with them when it comes to this argument.

But again, this is a species on the brink of total extinction and the loss of a culture far older than the entirety of humanity, it only makes sense that they would take drastic measures in attempt to save themselves.

One thing that I've recently realised, is that when the Sea Emperor says that they could not hear her and her pleas to release her children, I first assumed that it meant that they heard what she said and just disregarded it. But as a species that is highly intelligent, that doesn't exactly add up. They wanted her children to hatch and to release the enzyme that would save them and the planet, and if they were going to all go into hiding within data pods until the planet was healed, it logically only makes sense to let her children leave so they go spread the cure around. So, I think that is meant to be taken literally. Despite their translators and own telepathy, the Architects were incompatible with the Sea Emperor, and thus subjected both of them to a lifetime of misery and loneliness.

Anyways, in case it wasn't obvious, I'm in love with the Architects and the stupid lore of this stupid game set on a stupid water planet and I wrote way too much for what its worth. I'll probably post something like this again with slightly different wording in a few years as this is the only thing in my mind.

#texts from the underbrush #subnautica

[yurigalactica]

Any assortment of 1, 2, 7, 9, 17, 21, 22, 30 for the music ask game! It's alot but I couldn't decide which ones lol. U don't have to answer them all just pick ur favorites

jokes on you jinx i am so obsessed with music and deep within my own brainrot that i will be answering ALL of them >:D 1. a song you can listen to on repeat

now this question in particular is really hard for me, because i tend to listen to a lot of songs on loop a lot. however most of the time doing so easily makes me sick of it and i have to take a break from listening to it for a few weeks. however one of the songs i listen to a lot and never seem to get bored of is Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales by Car Seat Headrest. especially the end bit, it really scratches my brain the right way, and it's really fun to belt out the harmonies in the car when you're driving through town in the evening

2. a song from one of your favorite albums

it's no secret that i'm a slut for los campesinos. everyone knows this about me. so it's kinda obligatory that i use one of their songs for these asks lmao. my favorite album of theirs in particular is definitely romance is boring (i just adore so many songs on that album!!! genuinely it's banger after banger, i highly recommend listening to the whole album.) my personal all-time favorite from that album is definitely In Media Res, just because of the ending bit with the trumpets. holy shit i get such a surge of dopamine when gareth campesinos goes "if you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at forty five, with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life, is this something that would interest you? would this interest you at all?" just—AGH

7. a song that reminds you of your friend(s)

this one's easy—Dynamite by BTS. my irl best friend loves k-pop (stuff like BTS and Stray Kids), and while i don't listen to it on my own, i've gotta admit, she's got immaculate taste. dynamite is the one i hear the most around, playing on the radio (because it's mostly in english and i live in a country where most people i know speak english as a first language). so literally anytime i hear this song i find myself immediately thinking of her and going to text her about it LMAO

9. a song that reminds you of yourself 

this one was definitely the hardest to answer, and quite frankly, i sat at my desk for a solid hour trying to find a good one for this. but after some careful deliberation i had to go with Dear Wormwood by the oh hellos. the oh hellos are an incredible band and i genuinely adore all of their music, and highly recommend you listen to their entire discography. this song, though, holds a very special place in my heart—after all, it was my number one song on my spotify wrapped during 2020. it was the song i had on loop during the entirety of quarantine, when i was stuck in my bedroom, isolating myself from everyone in real life and online. during those months i didn't talk to any of my friends, not even over text. my only steady companion was my beloved spotify premium subscription. listening to this song over 500 times permanently altered my brain chemistry and i'm pretty sure it's the reason i have anxiety now /j

17.  a song with great lyrics 

holy fuck. holy fucking shit. To Tundra by los campesinos. i literally froth at the mouth anytime i think of this song oh my gosh. i made a whole post about it ages ago but i'll go on about it again. like "meet me at st. nicholas among the oaks, behind the church that sway like pig-tailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-skin knees and the forsythia leaves" KADGKKDFHKADFKHK THE IMAGERY AHHHHHHHH "and in a hazy daydream, our bodies married the stream and we broke down into pebbles and silt" SCREAMING SOBBING VOMITING /pos "we take on the burden of all these sad-eyed children with lilies bunched in our hands" i am literally going to eat a brick this makes me feel so many emotions

21. a song for the rain

Woman by the 1975, probably. there are a lot of good songs to listen to in the rain but this probably takes the cake just because of how echoey and melancholy it feels. i love it when artists do that kind of stuff with the guitar and make it carry out really long—and almost make it sound like it's wailing. it's one of my favorite electric guitar effects ever and i've always found that the 1975 does that really well! and as a guitar player myself how a guitar is played and how it affects the rest of the song is really important in my picking of a favorite song. this one in particular is very versatile, and i feel like you could listen to it not only in the rain, but at night in the car too.

22. a song for dancing 

Tongue Tied by grouplove!!! it's genuinely one of the most happy fun upbeat songs i know. it's like dancing in the kitchen while making cookies with your bestie at 2am kind of music. if you need to cheer yourself up and have an impromptu dance party with energy and excitement then this is the song for you!!! ultimate anti-depression song. and this also happened to be my most listened to song in my spotify wrapped 2021 if that tells you anything about how that year was for me /lh

30.  a song you recommend

Do Me A Favour by the arctic monkeys. i've been listening to them a whole lot more lately, mostly because i also admire their guitar work and also feel like their music vibe fits very well with a fic that i've been workshopping for a while and have not released yet. this one in particular is my ultimate favorite of theirs, probably because of the guitar and the lyrics that go together (but probably mostly because of how well it fits the overall vibe of the fic it goes with. and if you're interested in what it is, it's a benchtrio-centric mystery/horror au)

#jinx-blackout-84 #ask game #the homies

[ambersky0319]

I am feeling

Conflicted

Ramblings below cut

So I got an email from an old friend a little over a week ago that I only just now saw because I haven't really been checking that email much (I've slowly been changing accounts for things to a different one and so I. Don't really need to check this one much)

Except the old friend is from the best friend who I drifted away from once we started high school (specifically once quarantine hit) cause like. While we were on the same campus we were in different schools so schedules didn't align, and there wasn't many ways we could talk bc after quarantine she didn't have a phone (her choice, totally valid) and I didn't really do casual emails w friends (too formal for me, + I used to only check my email like. Once a day) so like. We didn't really communicate

And then she went and told my sib that no one (not even me) cares about them (granted, I don't have the friend's side, but I know my sib and they were going through a shitty mental health period AND admitted they were scared to tell me about the incident. And, I knew my friend. Sib and I didn't have the best relationship, and she was my best friend during that time, and used to make fun of sib a lot when she came over or sib was just generally around. She was not, however, around when sib and I's relationship improved. So I wouldn't put it past her to say something like that to my sib.)

So. I was pissed. And just didn't contact her, even when her mom reached out to my grandma (I was never more glad that my cousin was graduating the same day as her, so I had an excuse to miss her graduation)

Keep in mind, as far as I know, she still considered us friends? I think? I remember her introducing me to her other friends as her best friend but like. Most of the time the last time we had exchanged ANY words had been? Months apart???

So I wasn't really considering her among my friends much at the time. And the last time I remember speaking with her, I was with a different friend, and I just felt. Weird about it. Like the way she talked, it reminded me so much of like, how we were in middle school? Except. I had definitely changed a lot since then, so it felt. Really off.

So that confused me.

ANYWAYS

Back to the email. I have a bit of a reply typed up, but I'm conflicted about sending it

So I'm gonna ramble about my thoughts on what she said in hers

It was pretty short, so I'll go in order of what was mentioned

Condolences for my mom's death

I'll be real, I forgot my mom died. I'm pretty sure I had been saying she was dead LONG before that, for no other reason than I thought she had already died. Either way, I genuinely hadn't cared.

She even says she knows we didn't have a good relationship (yeah, no contact with an abusive parent is definitely just a "not good" relationship, one which she WAS around for the aftermath of because! We became friends about a year after I had left that house!) but that it probably still stings, and that she's here for me if I wanna talk

Also she says "them" so I'm assuming she might also be including my dad in that sentence but? Idk???

Either way idk how to feel about this point.

"I know I haven't really been a good friend or best friend"

I mean, neither have I technically? But I genuinely didn't realize she still even considered us friends after like most of our time in high school not talking. Junior year we MAYBE talked for like. 3 minutes at a time

And like. With online friends? The time passed for me to stop considering them friends is MUCH longer than irl friends. Idk why that is for me, but it just is.

So like. She was an acquaintance at most to me at this point. Maybe I should have made more of an effort, but I'll be honest, I just. Didn't want to

Anyway this was followed by saying she hasn't been doing well the past couple of years and like. I feel for her. The last couple years haven't been easy on me either. Glad she's doing better now

I'm also kinda assuming that this part was an apology. But it's more like. An acknowledgement? Like there's no actual apology for not really being a friend or anything?

Still surprised she's sent me an email

Compliments the fan reference project she's seen on my insta

She has never interacted, afaik, with my insta account. She says she doesn't use it herself but checked out my account through her mom's account

Never really reached out to me there or anything either. And like, that's fine. But idk. I just felt a little weird about that. Not about using her mom's account, not even checking out my account. But like. I kinda got whiplash? Because the email was more serious before this and like, cool she likes my art, cool she's still doing art, but why mention it? In an email where you talk about family deaths and mental health???

Idk. Maybe a way to try reconnecting? Find some common ground?

Mentions her own personal loss then well-wishes

This is the main reason I'm conflicted about replying

Because I saw who this email was from in my inbox. And frankly, I was tempted to not read it. I was tempted to just clear it out because I was clearing out my inbox for the first time in weeks

But I decided, what the heck, why not? Because I haven't spoken to her since probably early 2023, if that, and I was curious about what she could have possibly emailed me about

And like. I could just delete it. Move on with my life and forget about it. Ignore the email entirely and not respond

But. That feels pretty shitty? Especially since her mom and my grandma are still in contact? (maybe??? Idk I asked my grandma to just not mention my friend or her mom to me)

So like. I have a reply written up.

I explained how I felt about my mom's death, because frankly I don't want people thinking I cared about her. I apologized for not being a good friend either. And sending my condolences for her loss. Wishing her and her family the best.

The thing is. I'm. Hesitating to send it

Because she started off the email by saying she'll be getting a new phone and number soon, and will be sending me it once she gets it. And the thing is. I don't? Really know if I want that?

Like. Part of me wants to talk again. If only to see if she's changed, and to hear what she has to say about what she told my sibling. Maybe reconnect, depending on the outcome. Because she was my best friend for four years and this is also a clear attempt to try connecting again on her part, and I'd feel bad not at least, idk, getting closure on the relationship?

Part of me though, just kinda. Doesn't want to even try reconnecting. Just. Leave that era of my life behind (with her along with it).

So. I'm not commenting on that in my email.

I'll. Probably send the email. Mostly to share my condolences. I don't plan on saying I'm here if she wants to talk, that would be unfair to her. We aren't close anymore, I was barely able to be there for my sib when our mom died (because they WERE affected by her death) and the fact that I genuinely don't know if I'd even want to reconnect... It's selfish on my part I think, but I really wouldn't want to make false promises about something that serious

Anyways

This ended up longer than I was expecting it to be

#amber's shit you can ignore

[saal-school-project]

Part 4

8th grade (2019-2020)

8th grade was special, in a bad way. It was the last year of middle school, thus the year of LGS. It's a high school entrance exam. Nice. It's a snippet of whats to come 4 years later, the real deal, the YKS (collage entrance exam, which braches out as TYT, AYT, and YDT), but lets not worry about that now. I kind of feel a little foolish for taking LGS so seriously. But the teachers made it seem that important, and all of my classmates studied, so I felt like I had to, too. I remember the Joker movie coming out. I watched it on the net and made an… unfinished fanart? I guess I just couldn’t find anything beter to draw.

Now that I look at it that hand is way too small.

I know this is a really bad picture of it and it looks like I cropped it someone else’s thing, but really I dont know where the drawing is now. Its been more than three and a half years, this is the only pic I could find of it.

I still wrote occasionally, despite my main focus being studying. Ugh, studying, yuck! And I think I started writing in English too sometimes! The middle of 8th grade was when COVID hit. Remember 2020? I can't believe it's already 2023; my sense of the flow of time got all messed up after 2021 for some reason. During the quarantine, I really didn't want to study, but I had to. I designed another character for my hybrid of a game. Back then, I still thought I could pull it off on my own if I learned Unity. Duh, I still have delusions of my own, but I'm over that particular one. Anyway, towards the end of it all, I started to feel like maybe I deserved to buy a Nintendo Switch and finally play Breath of the Wild once all this was over. So I just did that. I entered the exam, did my best, and didn't care about the rest.

My mom also forced me to take a talent exam at some fine arts high school, even though I wouldn't go there even if I won. Maybe she made me do it as a backup plan if I got a bad score from the LGS. Thats kinda sad now that I think about it. So when I went to the talent exam, I was all grumpy at first because I didn't even want to be there, but I left feeling pretty happy because it was pretty fun and a great confidence boost. Normally, I'm pretty antisocial, but I made friends with the kid who sat next to me instantly. He was pretty talkative, extraverted, and a bit clumsy, as he somehow managed to break both the eraser and the pencil sharpener given to him, so I let him use mine instead. He was pretty surprised when I handed him the unopened eraser, as it was way more than halfway through the exam and I hadn't used it yet. We talked about stuff. It's been years; I don't remember. It probably started with something like, "Yo, how did you make LGS? I didn't really care about that, but I also didn't have anything else to talk about at the moment, which made me feel kind of shallow. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience for me, and I didn't really want to be reminded of it, but since we got along and I enjoyed the company, the topic must have shifted to something I actually liked at some point. While I was leaving, people who saw my art complimented it and said I would definitely make it into the school, which I did. but, like I said, I wouldn't go there either way. This sounds like I'm bragging, but actually, when I think about it, it makes me sad. I didn't have memories like these after middle school. It's like I'm a husk of what I used to be. Something went wrong somewhere, but I can't pin it down. (This is the existential crisis sprinkled in; it can be like that sometimes.)

I spent all of the summer of 8th grade cooped up in my room. more so than other summers. Well, the fact that my dad sold our summer house, where I spent my previous summers, is partly to blame for that. I didn't mind. I got my Breath of the Wild and played the hell out of it that summer. I also got Mario Odyssey and Super Smash Bros. Did you know that cartridges for the Nintendo Switch taste like trash? Because they are so small, it would be easy for a toddler to swallow them, so they made them taste bad so the baby would spit them out. or at least thats what I remember; again, I'm too lazy to actually check. Anyway, there's not much else to talk about in 8th grade, I guess. I just really wanted to enjoy myself that summer.

Pictures of my switch:

#lgs #yks #nintendo switch #drawing #joker

[transtrife]

#just posting this so I can see it on the worst days #binx the cat #she’s definitely one of the only reasons I made it through quarantine #percy talks #personal #my cat #my baby Binx #yes she is named after the black cat from hocus pocus #cats of tumblr #cat #black cat #kitten

[harryskalechips]

one and done

A/N Hi everyone! I’m back with a one shot :) I know I don’t write as often anymore but since I’m self quarantining and I’m just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? I’m also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!

Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;) 

*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it 😁

Word Count: 6.1k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST

“Don’t you think it's a bit of a cliché to be crushing on your brother’s best friend?” Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.

Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.”  Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!” 

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms. 

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

~

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house. 

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers. 

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.” 

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him. 

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one. 

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward. 

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister. 

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.”  Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting. 

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor. 

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.” 

~

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all. 

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon. 

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves. 

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual. 

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him? 

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard. 

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you. 

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game. 

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down. 

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her. 

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen. 

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!”  Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs. 

~ 

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry. 

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.” 

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink. 

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house. 

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath. 

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.) 

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs. 

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her? 

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was  quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door. 

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He  nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach. 

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his- 

 “What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister. 

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other. 

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives. 

This was going to be one hell of a night. 

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school. 

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb. 

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him. 

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his. 

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again. 

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off. 

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass. 

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers. 

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation. 

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence. 

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants. 

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.  

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance. 

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest. 

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face. 

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.” 

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best. 

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre. 

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath. 

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again. 

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach. 

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move. 

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him. 

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her. 

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her. 

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her. 

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her. 

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass. 

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out. 

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft. 

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.” 

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock. 

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

~

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.” 

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling. 

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home. 

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him. 

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall. 

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed. 

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway. 

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen. 

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother. 

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?” 

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table. 

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one. 

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?” 

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs. 

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder. 

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer. 

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.” 

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up. 

“I love you too.”

~

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday. 

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it. 

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead. 

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms. 

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa. 

Part deux ici 

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His Shirt

Word Count: 1533

A/N: I literally have no excuse, but I’m back!

Request: Can I request something where the reader and Shayne have been seeing each other for a little while and she unknowingly wears one of his shirts to work and the whole day goes by like normal but towards the end of it, someone like Noah or something ends up questioning it like “how has no one noticed this, or mentioned it all freaking day?!” And Shayne gets shy about it but the reader just laughs it off and it’s all cute and fluffy af💕💕- Anon

Over quarantine, you’d seen very little of any of your friends and coworkers. Working from home was tough, especially since you and your partner had just made the decision to move in with each other a week before the entire country had been submerged into a lockdown that stretched over a few months. The days blended together and eventually dragged on, which made you excited to return to work if anything. 

The morning of your official return, you woke up extremely early, not having been able to sleep the night before due to pure excitement. You wanted to get back to filming, to doing all the things you did before going into quarantine, you missed the hustle and bustle of set life. 

You were dressed before Shayne was, throwing on a button up from your shared closet as well as a pair of dark-wash jeans that only felt a little tight at the waist. You weren’t concerned, seeing as you were never really on the skinny side of fitness, you figured it was just early morning bloating that would go away as the day went on.

“Are you driving or am I?” you asked, bouncing on the balls of the feet as you waited for Shayne to pull on a thin jacket. It wasn’t fully winter yet but it also wasn’t cold enough to constitute a full coat. You had a thinner track jacket on as well, the zipper zipped only part of the way up in your hurry. 

Shayne paused by you to pull up the zipper the rest of the way before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Calm down,” he advised, pulling his mask on over the bottom half of his face. “We still have to grab breakfast before heading to the offices, Courtney asked if we could stop by that bagel place by us she likes.”

“Is it even open?” you asked, patting down your pockets to make sure you had everything. Once you were sure you had your phone, keys, and wallet, you then realized that you had completely forgotten your purse inside. You whirled around to head back inside when Shayne handed you the black bag, a knowing smirk on his face. 

“They’re open for pickups only,” he told you, pulling your keys from your pocket, “and I’ll drive, I don’t feel like getting pulled over by the cops today.”

“I’m not that bad at driving,” you tried to defend yourself, hurrying after him as he walked off to the parking lot. “I just take the speed limit signs as suggestions but that doesn’t mean I’m bad at it.”

He didn’t respond, instead holding the passenger seat door open for you. His action was answer enough. You slid into the passenger seat and buckled in as he shut the door tight, running around to the other side and sliding into the driver’s seat. 

“What are we going to tell them when you roll up driving my car, huh?” you questioned. “Our friends know we moved into the same apartment because it was cheaper as roommates, not because we started dating. If you roll up driving my car they’ll have questions.”

“It’ll be fine,” he tried to parlay your worries. “Besides, if you’re that concerned about it I can just say you had a headache or didn’t feel like driving after we got to the bagel shop. Not the end of the world.”

You sank back into your seat, coming to terms with the fact that Shayne was not going to let you drive. He pulled out of the parking lot as One Direction played softly in the background, the aux cord trailing from its socket to the connector on your phone as you dictated what you listened to on the way to the bagel shop. 

Shayne got out of the car when you got there, heading in to pick up the order you had called ahead for on the way there. He was back before Temporary Fix ended, handing the bagels over to you as you switched over to Alec Benjamin for the rest of the ride in. 

You ate your bagel on the way in, putting the vegetable spread evenly over the toasted bread and eating it as Water Fountain played. You held out a bit of your bagel, silently asking if Shayne wanted any. He took the bite, smiling when he realized you accidentally got cream cheese on his cheek. You reached out with a napkin and wiped it off before finishing the rest of your bagel. 

You arrived at the offices shortly after, unplugging your phone from the aux and exiting the vehicle. Luckily, no one was outside to see the two of you enter the building. You would say you were walking a little too closely for it to be considered friendly, especially during a pandemic, but everyone knew that the two of you were close friends anyways. Walking close together wouldn’t give anything away. 

“What do you have to film today?” you made small talk in the elevator, getting to your working mindset. You knew what you had to do, film a gaming video with Ian, Noah, and Courtney, as well as take a look and collaborate with the writers on a new skit idea for when production went back to being fully up and running. It would be a short day for you, which wasn’t ideal but at least you got some camera time.

Shayne looked up from his phone. “I’ve got the meeting with the crew and then some gaming videos, I think. We’re also planning for the Christmas video soon, so I’ll probably be with Wardrobe for most of the day.”

You hummed as the elevator doors opened, Shayne tucking his phone away and then sending you a wink. You felt your face burn hot as you scrunched up your nose. You reached up to fix your mask as you waited for the elevator to go up to the main office floor, heading straight for your desk where a pack of Lysol wipes and a temperature gun were waiting. 

Proactive, you thought, using the wipes to clean off the surface of your desk before finally setting your things down. You took your jacket off, draping over the back of your chair before sitting. You had about thirty minutes before your call time so you checked your email and went over a few of the new safety regulations that were put in place for filming.

The most notable were the fifteen-minute COVID tests you would have to take before and after each section of filming, meaning you couldn’t enter or exit the filming area without a negative test. Honestly, that was a good thing if any. At least the company cared in that way. 

Filming took up the rest of your day and when you finally finished with your writer’s meeting, it was six pm. Not as early as a day as you would have hoped but you’ve definitely stayed in the studio for longer so you weren’t going to complain. 

You were sitting at your desk as you waited for Shayne to finish up his meeting, casually chatting with Noah to pass the time. You were sharing one of your quarantine stories when Shayne walked in, heading straight for your desk with his things already collected. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, adjusting her jacket. “Also, what do you want for dinner tonight because I was thinking we could have lasagna but if we want lasagna we have to stop by the market on the way.”

You laughed, pulling your jacket on. “I could go for lasagna.”

Noah looked between the two of you, slowly connecting the dots. He pointed at you, a grin on his face as realization crossed his features. “That’s Shayne’s shirt.”

You looked down, realizing that, yeah, you were wearing Shayne’s shirt. You looked over at Shayne who’s cheeks were as red as a tomato. He started stammering, offering reasons as to why you were wearing his shirt. 

You just shrugged, quickly thinking for a way out. “The laundry must have gotten mixed up. Not the first time I’d accidentally worn his shirts.” 

 Noah gave you a look that read that he didn’t quite believe you. But he let it go, taking note of Shayne’s red cheeks and your flustered looks. He smirked, patting your shoulder as he got up. 

“I’ll believe you for now,” he said, leaving the two of you to stew in your minor embarrassment. 

“How long until everyone knows?” you asked Shayne who looked only mildly mortified that Noah was the first to find out. “We weren’t even keeping it a secret either… I’m proud of us anyhow.”

“I guess that means we don’t have to worry about who sees us now,” he said, looking on the bright side. “And yeah, keeping it a secret any longer would have been kinda dumb, wouldn’t it have been.”

You headed to the elevators, linking your arm through Shayne’s. 

“Not excited for the fans to find out, though.”

Shayne looked at you and then looked back at the opening elevator doors. “We don’t have to tell them. It can be Smosh’s little secret.”

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quarantine longings

pairing: best friend!kevin x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: you and your best friend have sex because quarantine made you horny

warnings: best friends to lovers, takes place during the pandemic, spoiler of 356 days (but not the end, just generally the plot), no use of condoms but only the pill, creampie, sexual fantasies, fingering, hand-job, sex, slight angst at the end if you squint

a/n: I would literally die for kevin, I love him so much. I'll be writing a multiple parts series about him after I'm done writing scenarios for every member first.

requests are open!

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you slammed your foot hard against the wall and cursed in pain. you hopped on one foot to your bed, holding your other leg in agony and tasted blood as you bit your lip to keep the volume of your suffering groans in check. someone knocked on the door.

'are you okay?' your roommate asked concerned.

'no, leave me alone, kevin,' you croaked out. you wanted to suffer by yourself.

there was an awkward silence and then you heard him sigh. soon after, the door next to your room closed shut.

why were you so frustrated, one might ask? well, the pandemic was kicking your butt and you just couldn't take it anymore. when the news of the virus had first spread, no one thought it would become this serious. but suddenly everyone was walking around with masks and spent most of their time staying at home.

after graduating high school, you and kevin had decided to move in together for college because both of you were broke and couldn't afford to live alone. you had been best friends since middle school and had been convinced that it was a smart idea at the time.

and everything went smoothly for the first one and a half years. however, after not seeing anyone else since the start of the pandemic over a year ago, it became increasingly difficult to share an apartment, but not in the way one might assume. you were neither sick of each other nor did you fight a lot. to tell the truth, it was quite the opposite.

earlier, before you had kicked the wall in anger, the two of you had painted together. kevin was majoring in art and, since you didn't have anything better to do, you joined him while he did projects for his classes. you might have been majoring in journalism but you had always liked drawing and painting, even though you weren't particularly skilled. you were a naturally clumsy person, always tripping over air and dropping things. today you were hecticly moving around your hands while telling him about a stupid video you had seen and you accidently let go of the brush in your hand. it hit the side of kevin's face, leaving a wide splodge of red paint on his right cheek.

to get back at you, he jerked his paint brush and splattered some green color on your white shirt. you saw this as a challenge and soon both of you were both drenched in the colors of the rainbow, laughing hysterically on the floor, not caring that you were spreading the paint on the poor carpet.

you turned your heads to look at each other and you felt absolutely in peace. you loved this man and couldn't be more glad that it was him and not anyone else you were stuck with inside of this apartment.

he stood up to take off his stained shirt and your smile quickly faded off your face. your lips slightly parted and you couldn't help but stare at his now exposed biceps and abs.

your mouth watered and you felt heat pooling between your legs as you took your time to study his architecture. thoughts about how badly you wanted him to thrust into you while his strong arms held you up invaded your mind. you tried to shake them off but it was impossible.

occasions like this were slowly becoming a common occurrence for you.

having mostly stayed inside for over a year, also meant that you didn't have sex for that long. it's not like you were the horniest person on the planet but you still had needs that were being neglected. with kevin being home all the time you didn't even dare to masturbate, scared that he would be able to hear you through the frustratingly thin walls. you must have gone insane with all the lust building up inside you and that's why you suddenly craved to have sex with your best friend. this whole thing was destroying everything. it was hard to act normal when he was making you this nervous and heated but you tried to pretend that everything was fine anyway for the sake of your friendship.

that was the reason why you were angry and had hurt yourself. you hated the way you felt about your best friend and you hated the pandemic for not giving you an outlet to escape so you could recollect yourself.

what you weren't aware of was that kevin was no stranger to the exact same frustration.

he would need more than his ten fingers and ten toes to be able to count the amount of times he had to run to the bathroom to hide his boner because he had done so much as look at you bend over or stretch. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable but it was a challenge to try and calm down his hormones.

whenever he jacked off, images of you flashed through his mind; your sweet curves and pink lips drove him insane.

last week, you two were cooking together and you had asked him to get the salt. he stood behind you to reach for it on the highest shelf. he was forced to press his crotch against your butt cheeks and his dick hardened against his will. he quickly handed you the salt, excused himself and ran off before you could figure out what had happened.

he might not have known the cause of your sudden outburst but he sympathized with your fury because he had a lot of pent up anger towards covid as well.

he lay in his bed and tried to focus on the book he was reading but he couldn't tune out the groans coming from the room next to his. he cursed.

'stop it!' he was panicking as he saw a familiar tent forming in his pants. your sounds triggered some weird perverted part of his brain that sent signals right to his genitals. his dick was hardening and he saw no other solution to his problem than to give in to his subconscious desires.

he pulled down his pants just far enough so that his cock had enough room to spring out. it only needed a few strokes before it stood tall and angry. kevin pressed his head into his pillow and moved his hand fast. he wanted to get over with it quickly. he emptied his cum on his stomach while imagining your greedy little mouth being stuffed by his cock. he lay there panting as yet another round of shame flushed over him.

'get yourself together,' he whispered, mentally slapping himself.

***

'do you want to order japanese or italian?' you asked kevin. today was friday which meant it was time for your weekly tradition of ordering take out and watching a movie.

'definitely italian. we've already had japanese for the past four days. I need something else for a change,' kevin complained and shuddered at the thought of having to eat sushi again. the japanese restaurant prepared absolutely delicious food but he just couldn't stand it anymore.

you laughed at his pained facial expression. 'fine, italian it is.'

within twenty minutes the doorbell rang and after about half a minute kevin came back with two huge boxes.

he opened them on the small table situated in front of your couch and the smell of freshly cooked pasta seasoned with basil made your stomach growl.

kevin wanted to dig in already but you stopped him. you had to choose a movie first.

'let's watch tall girl. I saw everyone hate on it on tiktok,' you suggested.

'I think we should watch 365 days, that was all over my for you page as well,' kevin argued. you hadn't heard of it so you weren't sure whether it would be the right movie for you. the rule was that it had to be as bad as possible.

'according to what I have heard, it's apparently even worse than 50 shades of grey,' kevin added which piqued your interest. the both of you had watched 50 shades about two months ago and you were honestly shocked by how awful it actually was. you couldn't understand why everyone had been so obsessed with it when it was first released. if 356 days was really worse, then you'd hit the jackpot. you clapped your hands.

'fine, you win. I swear if the movie isn't as horrible as you say it is then you owe me something!' he intertwined his pinky with yours to promise.

watching horrible movies was way better than watching good ones. making fun of bad storylines, stupid characters or horrible editing was one of your favorite past times.

'I guess I'll have to add are you lost, baby girl to the top 10 worst lines ever spoken. who thought ah yes this is sexy, let's have him repeat it over and over again', you complained, shoving some pasta into your mouth.

'so he's like I won't do anything without your permission while he is literally groping her boobs against her will, like make it make sense, massimo', added kevin, ruffling his hair in frustration. he almost completely forgot about the food.

'so let me get this straight: he drugged her, kidnapped her, tied her up, hung up a painting of her just because he saw her face when his dad was shot?'

'totally relatable.' both of you giggled.

you were enjoying complaining about the plot. it was horrible.

there were plenty of erotic scenes but they were honestly so funny and kinda gross that you could bare it without really being affected by them. kevin, on the other hand, had placed a pillow over his hard-on to hide the embarrassing fact that these terrible, smutty scenes had turned him on.

and then the infamous boat scene came.

massimo and laura had a huge fight, she fell of the boat, he saved her and now she was suddenly so in love with him that she begs him to fuck her. which he does.

you felt your panties become increasingly wet as the couple had steaming hot sex.

'this is embarrassing but I'm so horny,' you admitted but in a way that should have suggested that you meant it as a joke. something about this statement stirred something in kevin.

'well, what can I say?' he replied and lifted the pillow. your pupils widened at the sight of your best friend's bulge.

his eyes darkened and he looked at you with lust clearly written on his face. you reciprocated his stare with the same intensity. you tried to focus on his dark brown orbs instead of his boner but the image you had just seen was present in your mind.

his gaze shifted to your lips and, before you knew it, kevin climbed above you and pressed your back flat onto the couch.

your lips locked and you immediately buried your hands in his hair to pull him closer. you moved in sync, his lips fitting perfectly onto yours. you bucked your hips up against his crotch and earned a moan from kevin. he opened his eyes in shock as realization hit him. he quickly pulled away and jumped off the coach.

'I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have just done that. I don't know what came over me,' he apologized profusely, staring at his feet. did he really think that you didn't want this?

'give me your hand,' you told him and held out your hand.

'why?' he raised his eyebrows in confusion. you rolled your eyes.

'just do it.'

you took his hand and led it to your crotch.

'what are you- oh my god.' your juices had completely soaked through your panties and your sweatpants. 'you are so wet.'

'for you,' you added. 'there's no need to apologize. I'm literally begging you to continue.'

you didn't have to say that twice before he pulled you closer to him by your hips and engaged you in another desperate kiss. his hands were groping your butt while you let yours slide under his hoodie. you felt his naked skin and toned abs, as you rubbed his stomach. you lowered your hands and bravely palmed his boner through his clothes.

'y/n,' he hissed out against your lips. you hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants and underwear, and pushed the material down to his thighs. he struggled to get them off.

you stroked his hard dick as he slipped his hand into your panties to massage your pussy at the same time.

he slipped one finger inside and began working it in and out. you finally were getting the relief you had been desperately craving for for so long. kevin was skilled and your walls were trying to swallow his slim finger. you were quickly coming close to your orgasm after having abstained for more than a year. you pulled his hand out.

'I bet you can make me come even better with your dick,' you challenged kevin.

'you bet I will.' he was confident.

'let me just look for a condom.' he was already turning away to go search in his room but you held him back by the arm.

'forget about it. I'm on the pill and I want you raw. I want you to come inside me and not spill into a stupid condom.'

the idea of this sounded very tempting to kevin. he picked you up and threw you back onto the couch, drawing your hips closer to him so he could pull off all the pieces of clothing that were hindering him from accessing your pussy.

he propped up his arms next to your sides and spread your thighs apart. strings of arousal were hanging from your folds and he saw your hole desperately clench around nothing. his dick hurt from how much he wanted to finally be inside of you. he wanted to find out how close he had been able to imagine how you would feel around him.

your hole took him in easily, welcoming him happily by embracing it tightly. kevin swore he could've cum right here and there.

he went slow at first to give you a chance to adjust but you were already fully ready, rocking your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

he crashed your mouths together and you kissed him like he was oxygen and you were short of air. you smiled and your eyes rolled back, satisfied with how things had played out today and the prospects of coming looked fairly promising.

desperate for release, kevin picked up the pace, his eyes closed while fucking into you like a horny animal. he couldn't help himself and all the 'faster's and 'harder's spilling from your mouth only encouraged him to drive himself deeper into you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso in an attempt to regain the control you were losing.

'fuck fuck fuck,' you cursed, feeling your muscles starting to contract. kevin brushed away some hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead.

'it's fine, I'm coming too,' he announced and it took only a few more thrusts before a body shaking orgasm flushed over you, making you see only white. this drove kevin over the edge too and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. he continued to slowly ease his dick in and out of you, fucking his semen right back into you until you had ridden out both of your orgasms. he let himself fall onto the couch right next to you, panting hard.

'I very much needed this,' you sighed in content.

'same, I wasn't sure whether I could hold out any longer without having a proper orgasm.' he watched his cum drip out of you.

'we should've thought of this sooner,' you said. 'this was a great idea.'

kevin hummed in agreement.

***

so now you and kevin were having sex on a regular basis, your high score being five times in a day. it felt good to finally live out your sexuality and not having to restrict yourself. sure, you guys did it more than necessary but it was a great way to pass time and it felt fucking amazing.

today you had done it in the shower after waking up, then on the kitchen counter and you had just finished having sex in his bed.

he was spooning you from behind, his cock still placed inside of you. he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

'stop, that tickles,' you chuckled.

'sorry.'

after a while of comfortable silence you heard him let out a big sigh.

'what's wrong?' you asked as he pulled out of you. you turned around to be able to look at him.

'I don't think I can do it like this anymore,' he confessed.

'what do you mean?' you asked. 'are you talking about us having sex?'

he nodded. your heart dropped and you started feeling dizzy. you tried to search for answers in his eyes but he avoided looking at you.

'w-why?' you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

'it was amazing at first,' he started and finally raised his head to meet your gaze, 'and I went into it without much thought. I went crazy during quarantine and began fantasizing about having sex with you. then it became reality but now I understand that was probably wrong of me. I've always thought of myself as a gentleman, yet I slept with you without much thought. you see, my issue is this…'

suspense hung in the air and you were impatiently waiting for him to get to the point.

'I like you.'

you quietly gasped in surprise. you had been expecting him to say you were bad at sex and that he regretted everything but not this.

'I shouldn't be sleeping with you unless you were my girlfriend,' he finished off his ramble. you felt immensely relieved.

'do you want me to?' you asked him.

'want you to what?' kevin was confused. he had been a hundred percent sure you'd immediately jump out of the bed in disgust when he confessed.

'be your girlfriend. after all, I like you too, you moron.' you realized that you had known this for a while. you might have even been crushing on your best friend since way before the pandemic struck but it was kind of hard to track your feelings. still, you were sure you liked him too. now that he had admitted his feelings, you were able to admit yours not only to him but to yourself as well.

'wow, I didn't expect this,' kevin confessed surprised. you laughed.

'yeah, we should've realized this sooner.' he pulled you closer and kissed you. it was different than the other times. his lips moved softly against yours, in contrast to all of your rough and passionate kisses you had exchanged these past few weeks. he conveyed his emotions through the kiss.

'you're ready again?' you groaned as you felt kevin's dick harden against your upper thigh. he chuckled.

'sorry, you just turn me on so much.'

so then you did it for the fourth time. that day, you set a new record of having sex six times. you might have been happy now but still just as horny.

#kevin moon smut #kevin moon scenario #the boyz kevin smut #the boyz kevin scenario #moon hyungseo smut #moon hyungseo scenario #the boyz kevin moon smut #the boyz kevin moon scenario #the boyz hyungseo smut #the boyz hyungseo scenario #the boyz smut #the boyz scenario #kpop smut #kpop scenarios

[fangirl-writes]

Kiss and Tell

5sos x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): swearing probably

Notes: the quarantine chats are dangerous. I could have made this fic so much longer than I did and I really wasn’t sure how to end it tbh 😅

Summary: You've kissed all the boys at some point or another so they call upon you to settle an argument.

“What.” You deadpanned when your face popped up on the screen.

“Y/N!”

You narrowed your eyes. They were all smiling at you a little too sweetly.

“What.”

“Why do you assume we want something from you?” Calum asked.

“Because you never fucking let me into these things unless you want me to do something,” You replied and they laughed. “So what do you want?”

“We need you to settle an argument,” Ashton said.

“About what?” You asked, taking a drink from your water bottle.

“Well, you know how you’ve kissed all of us at one point or another?”

You choked on your water and they burst into laughter again.

“Great, yeah, I could be dying over here and you fuckers are laughing. I feel the love.” You said, face heating up.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Luke said through his laughter.

“Who’s the better kisser, Y/N?” Michael asked, swaying back and forth in his seat.

“I’m not answering that!”

“Come on, Y/N!” Ashton encouraged. “The fans want to know!”

You groaned, burying your face into your sweater covered hands. “Couldn’t you have asked someone else?”

“All the other girls we know are biased! Plus you’re the only one who has kissed us all.”

“Oh,” Michael interjected, looking at the chat. “Speaking of, the fans would like to know the story for each of these kisses.”

You let out another loud groan that set them into another fit of laughter. “None of you fuckers told me this was live.”

“I can vouch for some scenarios,” Ashton said. “One of us was obviously present for each kiss, um” - he cleared his throat - “she kissed me...actually, some of you probably saw when she kissed me during a- aaah, what’re they called?”

“Keeks,” you said, coming out of your hiding.

“Shit, yeah, that’s right. It was a joke to a one direction song or something.” he replied. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, chat’s right. It was in a car and ‘kiss you’ by 1D was playing. So I puckered my lips towards her, as you do,”

The other boys and you laughed.

“And, uh, she let me kiss her. Like the song says.”

“And I regret that decision every day.” You said.

“Oh!”

“Ooh.”

“Harsh.”

“Ouch,” Ashton said, smiling. “That- that was only a peck though, you didn’t even get the full Ashton experience.”

You wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out at him. He stuck out his right back.

“She kissed me in a game of spin the bottle,” Michael piped up.

“When we were fifteen,” You said. “And I remember you used way too much tongue.”

Michael blushed a little bit. “Hey, I didn’t hear you complaining,”

“You were fifteen, bro, she was just happy to be kissed,” Calum said, making the group laugh.

“Yeah, imagine having to watch that,” Luke said. “It was pretty gross but Y/N seemed to enjoy it at the time.”

You laughed. “Like Cal said, I was just happy to be kissed,” you said, winking at Michael.

He rolled his eyes with a grin. “Ouch,”

“I think you kissed me during one of the old music videos, right Y/N?” Luke asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, but I think it got cut from the final thing. I don’t remember which one it was.”

“Was it She Looks So Perfect?” Calum asked.

“No, I don’t think so,”

“Oh my gosh!” Michael exclaimed. “Remember when we tried to get Y/N to run into the shot in her bra and a pair of American Apparel underwear?”

The group erupted into laughter.

“Oh my god, yeah!”

“And she would jump into Luke’s arms at the end?”

“Yeah, yeah!”

“I couldn’t believe you guys even had the guts to ask me that.” You said. “I told them no, of course, but they didn’t drop the subject the entire time they were filming.” 

“So it definitely wasn’t She Looks So Perfect.”

“No,”

“Was it Don’t Stop?”

"Nah, she kissed Calum on the cheek in that one,”

Calum giggled, a small blush spreading across his face.

“Wasn’t one of the recent ones was it? Not No Shame or Easier?”

“No, definitely not, we’d have remembered that.”

“Fuck was it something from Youngblood?”

“Not Girls Talk Boys was it?”

“No, no, no,”

“Jesus, how many music videos am I in?” 

“I think you’re in them all.”

“I’m in all of them?” You said, shocked.

“You didn’t know that?” Ashton replied.

“No, I didn’t know that. I mean I knew I was in a lot but I didn’t think it was them all.”

“Yeah, you always have some sort of cameo,” Luke said. “Even in Try Hard though you refused to ride the Rollercoaster.”

“Fuckin’ hate those things,”

“Oh, found it!” Michael exclaimed, a video playing in the reflection of his glasses. “It was in Good Girls, but it was cut.”

“Thought so,” You replied.

“It was during that slowed down, echo-y part.” Michael continued, dragging the video back a little bit.

“Oh, yeah, they had you jump up on stage and just, like, aggressively kiss Luke,” Ashton said.

You all laughed.

“Yeah. I remember that now. They wanted me to be one of the bad girls which I am absolutely not-”

“What do you mean? That song was about you.”

“I think the fuck not Mr. Irwin.”

That brought on more laughing.

“Yeah, don’t go looking that up,” You said. “Let’s just say there’s a reason it was cut.”

“It’s really not that bad,” Michael defended.

“I disagree, I’ve seen it.”

“I’m not sure how to feel about your strong emotions about this, Y/N,” Luke said with a laugh.

You laughed in return. “Trust me, Luke-ster, you were not the problem.”

“We’re getting off topic here,” Ashton interrupted. “How was the kiss, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes, a small blush creeping across your cheeks. “It...wasn’t that bad... Better than Michael’s anyway.”

“Hey!”

You laughed and Luke shot you a wink through the camera.

“From the video it looks like you were enjoying it, Y/N,” Michael said with a smirk, getting you back for the comment.

“Fuck off Michael it was acting,”

"Mm hm, whatever you say,”

Your face was hot as you remembered it. The director had wanted it to be hot and intense. Wanted you to act like the girl from the song, which was hard for you on its own but you also had to full on kiss Luke in front of a whole bunch of people.

You were glad it got cut.

“The chat says it was hot,” Ashton read with a laugh.

You groaned. “After that behind the scenes video was released fucking (You + Luke’s Ship Name) was all over the place.”

Luke laughed. “I got tagged in a shit ton of Tweets, too.”

You nodded in agreement. “Not that I haven’t been shipped with all of you at one point or another,”

“I bet there’s still some fanfiction out there,” Michael said.

You laughed. “You would know,”

“When’d you kiss Calum?” Ashton asked.

“Drunk at a party,” Calum answered for you, sheepishly.

You gave him a lopsided grin. “That’s super dumb, Cal, I’m sorry.”

He laughed. “It’s okay,”

“You’re apologizing for kissing him?” Luke asked, grinning.

You blushed, laughing. “I guess?”

“That doesn’t totally count, you were drunk!” Ashton said.

“What you want me to kiss him again?”

“Maybe!”

You were all sent into a fit of laughter.

“See? Why do you guys even need me here? You know the stories.” You said, wiping your eyes from laughing so much.

“Because we can’t say who the best kisser is! And neither can any of our girlfriends. You are our unbiased party.”

“How do you know I’m unbiased?” You teased, putting them into a talking-over-each-other frenzy. You laughed. “Seriously, guys, all of those kisses were so long ago. I can’t give a good answer.”

“We just all need to kiss you again,” Luke joked.

“No way!” You protested.

“Why not?” Ashton asked.

“Because you have girlfriends! And that’d be weird...”

“I gotta agree with her,” Michael said. “She’s our sister from another mister, it’d be weird.”

“Sister from another mister?”

“Shut up, Luke,”

“Okay, well, now that I’ve slacked off you with guys for a while I should get back to work,” You said.

“You work for us, what could you possibly have to be doing right now?”

“Unlike you boys, I actually do work.”

They laughed.

“This is our work! We’re catering to our audience.” Michael said.

“Whatever you say,” You replied with a smile. “See you, guys.”

“Bye Y/N!”

You left the meeting and opened your twitter.

‘I’m not kissing them so don’t ask’

#5sos x reader #5sos x you #5sos x y/n #5sos imagine #calum hood x reader #ashton irwin x reader #luke hemmings x reader #michael clifford x reader #5 seconds of summer #5sos

[kingkatsuki]

Retweet Part Two | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Didn’t think I’d be doing a part two to this at all, but here I am. I hope you guys enjoy it, I know it’s probably not what a lot of you were expecting.

Part One.

Tagging: @redbeanteax​, @bratwritings​, @secondhand-trash​ and @ramen-rambles​. Thanks for always helping me when I feel like I’ve lost all my motivation and helping me to keep going.

Warnings: 18+.

Word Count: 4293.

You should’ve known better, asked for a more significant amount of retweets.

Your phone was currently blowing up, frozen due to the influx of notifications that started flashing across your screen. Your poor, little iPhone too old to deal with the sudden surge of activity. You hastily logged into your laptop to turn off all your Twitter notifications before your phone gave up for good. You couldn’t believe the amount of notes that your post had. Most of them blindly retweeting the tweet like Ground Zero had asked them to do. You were certain the vast majority would do absolutely anything he asked of them; you were probably one of those stupid fan-girls too. Not that anyone could blame you, Ground Zero was the definition of perfection in your eyes. Even his brash personality couldn’t distract from his better qualities. In fact, his brash personality was probably something that only made you want him more.

You couldn’t believe that he had managed to get you a thousand retweets on your tweet in under five minutes, the number slowly inching towards five thousand now. The comments flooding in ranged from: 

Same

Bitch, me too

Why is Ground Zero retweeting her tweet?

What makes her so special?

Is she Ground Zero’s girlfriend?

I didn’t know he had a girlfriend.

You continued reading through the tweets, some making assumptions about you without knowing anything at all. You were tempted to tweet them back and set them straight, but there was no need for unnecessary drama. It was you Ground Zero had decided to message, not them. Although now you wondered whether he was talking to any other women the same way he was just messaging you. It was quarantine after all, and even though he probably still left his house occasionally for work, you had to wonder whether the boredom and monotony were getting to him too.

A direct message flashed against your screen, clicking on the notification to find that it was from Ground Zero.

Well?

Well what? You typed back, you knew exactly what he was going to say next, but since he was acting coy, there was no reason you couldn’t do the same. Your heart was racing at the fact that the Ground Zero was still messaging you, even after the influx of new messages he probably got after retweeting your tweet.

I think we had an agreement, Princess. Your entire body flushed at the thought of the Ground Zero waiting for more pictures of you. 

You picked your iPhone back up again, swiping onto the camera as you turned it to face you, smiling at the lens as you snapped a few. Scrolling through to pick out the best one and debating on whether to add a filter, before deciding against it as you sent it to Ground Zero through a private message.

I think 6k retweets deserves a bit more than that, babe.

You glared at the reply; he was so fucking cocky. Moving your phone back to your camera app, you lifted the oversized shirt above your chest, exposing your breasts to the cold air of your bedroom. You reached around to cover your nipples with your forearm, trying to push them together slightly as you held the bottom of your shirt between your lips, taking another picture before sending that to Ground Zero instead.

The response came back almost immediately as you felt your cunt throb at the reaction, suddenly wishing that the world wasn’t going through quarantine and that he was there with you right now.

Fuck, no bra?

Fucking tease.

Do I get a pic too, Ground Zero? Your fingers lingered against the keyboard, wondering whether to press send or not. Whether he would even send you anything in return, it was evident that he could probably message any of his followers that he wanted, and they’d send him anything. There were probably thousands of women who were far more attractive than you on his timeline, why had he chosen you? Trying to ignore the negative thoughts in your mind you pressed send, surprised when he replied almost instantly.

Such a fuckin’ pervert.

Says you. You smiled at his response, holding your phone to your chest as you watched the two blue ticks show to indicate that he’d seen it.

You didn’t receive a reply even though he’d read the message, so you wondered whether he’d now gotten what he wanted and was bored of you, or whether he might actually be taking a picture for you. Your questions answered when you clicked back onto the notification for his direct message and found a photograph. The image was similar to the one he’d sent before, he was still lounging back on his bed, the sheets tousled around him, but this picture was different. The image showed his lips curved into a cocky grin, unable to see the rest of his face as your eyes trailed lower. His thumb was dipped into the hem of his boxer briefs, tugging the material down, so it rested just above the base of his cock. His blond happy trail leading down towards the tuft of pubic hair that was now exposed. Licking your lips, you could make out the prominent outline of his thick cock, still hidden underneath the material of his boxers as you tried to imagine how big he was under it. Pinching your screen to try and get a closer look at his hardness, certain that you could see a darkened stain against the material of his underwear, hinting that he was very much hard and leaking pre-cum.

Oi, you there, Princess?

Look what you’ve fucking done to me.

Like what you see?

The messages made you whimper as you slipped a hand down to your panties to palm your clothed sex. Slowly grinding your hips against your touch as you tried to imagine it was his hands all over you. Wondering whether if the city wasn’t on complete lock down whether he’d already be on his way over, or maybe he’d be inviting you to his place instead.

Yes.

Took you a while to reply, Princess. You touching your pretty little pussy at the sight of me?

You groaned at the words across your screen, not expecting such a crude response so instantly from the Pro-Hero.

Wouldn’t you like to know?

You smiled as you noticed the message was ‘read’ almost immediately, dots appearing at the bottom to show he was already typing a reply.

I would actually. How many retweets it gonna cost me to find out?

Laughing at the response, you typed a reply instantly.

10000.

Fine. What do you want the tweet to say? ‘10K retweets so I can see your sloppy pussy?’

You smiled at the idea, knowing that he was more than likely joking. There was no way his PR team would let him get away with such a risque tweet. Even though the entire stunt today was already pretty lewd anyway. Thinking that he’d probably made thousands quarantine more bearable.

Does your PR team know that you’re using this to pick up women? 

No one else. Just you.

Yeah right. You wanted to believe him, but he was still a guy, and that meant that he was probably sending the same request to other women too. You couldn’t let yourself feel special or important because to Ground Zero; you were probably just another woman in a long, long list. 

Ground Zero sent another message through, this time, it was a screenshot, and when you looked closer, you noticed. There were multiple messages underneath yours, all from what you assumed to be other Ground Zero fans, but none were open. The only message that showed to be read was yours at the top.

You really think I’ve got time to waste on those extras?

His words made you break out into a wide grin, out of the thousands of people he could’ve picked, he picked you. This confirmed that he wasn’t talking to anyone else; he only wanted to talk to you.

So? Do I need to send the tweet out, or do I get to see?

Send the tweet. You goaded, knowing that no matter how bold Ground Zero was, there was no way he’d send that tweet.

Not even a minute later, you noticed a notification from his Twitter account showing that he’d posted a new tweet.

10,000 likes to have someone sit on my face.

Your fingers moved back to your direct messages, opening the camera app, and switching it to video, angling the phone between your parted legs before you pressed record. Starting to film a video of you teasingly stroking your fingers against your clothed sex, pressing against the wet crotch of your panties before sliding the tips of your digits underneath the fabric, motioning to move them to the side before the ten-second limit timed out. Pressing send as you watched the file upload to your private messages. While you waited for him to watch the video, you went back to check on how many likes his tweet had out of curiosity. When you clicked on his profile, you found his tweet, along with your tweet he had retweeted gone.

Moving back to direct messages, you noticed a lot of the texts you’d sent to each other had vanished, thankful that you’d managed to save the selfies that he’d sent you before they disappeared. Was he having second thoughts on messaging you? Or maybe you’d sent him exactly what he wanted, and he was done with you now. 

Another notification that Ground Zero had posted a tweet.

LIVE NOW. GroundZero Official merchandise. Use code: TWITTER20 for 20% off your first order. Thanks for playing along.

The same tweet from earlier. You knew Ground Zero hadn’t sent the first one, so it was likely his PR Team had finally worked out what he was doing and were putting a stop to it. You lay back against your pillows with a sigh; it was exciting while it lasted, but now you were left alone and horny. Intending on just using the pictures he’d sent you to get yourself off, you moved to close Twitter, but you noticed another direct message notification showing at the bottom of your screen. Clicking onto it, the profile ‘1GroundZer0’ had no profile picture and had sent no tweets, the account showing as created on today’s date.

Give me your phone number.

Excuse me? Who the hell was this, and how were they just asking for your phone number. Thinking it was a spam account or a hacker, you went to block them, before you noticed they sent another message.

Are we really doing this again?

A video file came through now, clicking play you noticed that Ground Zero hadn’t moved since the last picture he sent you, still lounging on his bed and still clad in the same tiny boxer briefs. You quickly realised that this had to be Ground Zero, there was no other way they’d have the video.

“Give me your fuckin’ phone number.” You couldn’t resist replaying the video a few times, listening to his gruff voice against the speaker, the sound making you rub your thighs together in anticipation. 

Oi. Give me your phone number.

I don’t even know your name, and you want me to give you my phone number?

Bakugou. You reread the message multiple times, before deciding to comply. Quickly typing your number, watching as it turned to ‘read’ almost instantly. The familiar vibration of your phone indicating an incoming call flashed against the screen, and you quickly swiped to accept it, holding it to your ear.

“About fuckin’ time.” Ground Zero’s gruff voice sounded on the other side of the screen.

“What happened to you?” You laughed at the angry tone to his voice.

“Fucking PR guy locked me out of my account. Again.” You could hear the frustration in his voice, and you tried to think back to all the other times Ground Zero had gone on angry rants on Twitter, just for them to be deleted moments later and another merchandise code would flash up in their place. Trying to manage the Ground Zero must have been a PR team’s absolute nightmare.

“Oi, you still there?” Your phone began to make the familiar ringtone to indicate he was trying to switch to a FaceTime call, your face illuminated on the screen, but you couldn’t see him until you accepted.

“Y-you wanna video call?” You spoke out loud, holding the phone back to your ear.

“No shit, dumbass. Answer it.” You took a deep breath before pressing ‘accept’ on your phone, looking at your screen nervously. You were suddenly fully aware of every single imperfection the camera lens pointed out against your skin. 

“Fuckin’ finally.” Your eyes took in the sight of Ground Zero on the other side of the phone, his vermilion eyes staring into the camera as he lay back against his bed, “Hey, Princess.”

“Hey,” You replied quietly, it was all fine when you were typing on a screen, but now he could see you, hear you. This was completely different, and you suddenly felt incredibly exposed.

“Not so brave now, are you?” He smirked into the camera, watching your face flush as you looked away from his intense gaze, even through the screen, it felt as though it was piercing into your soul. 

“You’re the one that made a new Twitter account just to find me again.” You smiled at the faint blush that appeared on his cheeks as he moved a large palm up to rub his eyes. Your thoughts immediately flew to how large his hands looked and how amazing they would feel against your body.

“Can’t just leave me with a video like that, Princess.” His voice husky as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, the action making you rub your thighs together in anticipation, “Not when I’ve got this to deal with.”

He switched the camera around, showing you his legs spread against the bed and the thick, prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. His other hand was coming down to palm himself, showing you just how big his cock underneath was. You whimpered at the sight, your hand trailing down your body to rest against your mound, your hips grinding against your touch for stimulation as you watched Bakugou touch himself.

“You touching yourself, sweetheart?” Bakugou teased, his eyes focused on your flushed face against the screen as you watched his hand stroking his cock, “Gonna show me those pretty tits again, sweetheart?”

You hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before you raised the phone to give yourself space to pull your shirt back up over your chest. Your breasts spilling out of the top as Bakugou groaned at the sight, his hand tightening against his crotch. Your fingers teasingly squeezed the mounds, tracing your finger around your darkened areolas as Bakugou’s eyes were fixed on your every move.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, you know that?” He groaned, his hand slipping underneath his boxers to teasingly pump his cock, not letting you see the movement through the black fabric.

“Hey, how is that fair?” You moaned, pinching your hardening nipple between your thumb and forefinger as you lifted it from your body, letting it bounce back down when you let go. 

“Oh? You want to see me touch my cock?” His voice was smug as he continued to stroke himself underneath his underwear.

“Yes.” You whined, eyes focused on his languorous movement.

“Better show me something first then, Princess.” He goaded, “Show me that pretty little pussy.”

You bit your lip as you put the phone down on the bed beside you for a second, pulling off your panties as you left them hanging around one of your ankles. Moving to grab the phone before placing it between your parted thighs. Your fingers stroking along your labia before spreading your folds, your middle finger running along your slit. 

“Fuck.” Bakugou grunted at the sight, his movements against his cock pausing as he took in the sight of you, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Your middle finger found your puffy clit as you began to rub slow circles against it, watching as Bakugou pulled his boxer briefs down his thick thighs, his large cock springing free and curving towards his abdomen as you saw the shine of his pre-cum oozing from the tip. You wished that you could be with him in this moment, running your tongue along his slit to taste him as you sucked his cock. 

“Like what you see?” Bakugou grinned as he wrapped his large hand back around his cock, rolling his palm around the tip to gather his pre and slide it down his length. He leaned forward slightly to spit onto his cock, giving himself some extra lubrication as the sound made you quiver, your finger pressing down harder against your clit, “You’re so fuckin’ naughty.”

“Bakugou.” You whimpered, watching as he began to languidly stroke his cock, trying to match your movements against your clit in time with his own.

“Fuck, I wish you were here right now. Have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, yeah?” You keened at the thought, making Bakugou grunt on the other side of the screen. The sound sending pleasurable vibrations against your slit.

“Put your fingers inside.” He groaned, watching as you slid two fingers inside your tight cunt, stretching out your inner walls as you began to pump them inside yourself slowly. Low whines leaving your lips as your chest arched off the bed at the sensation. Lewd squelching sounds began to fill the room, showing Bakugou just how wet you’d become for him, just how needy you were.

“You wish I was there touching you instead, hah?” You bit your lip at the suggestion, immediately imagining how his cock would feel stretching you out. He looked far bigger than anyone you’d ever had before, even your trusty dildo was nowhere near as big, “I’d stretch out that sloppy little pussy.”

“Yes.” You hissed, the pads of your fingers grazing along the spongy spot inside you as you focused your attention against it. Your palm pressing down against your clit as you ground yourself against your touch, trying to imagine that it was Bakugou’s hand instead.

“Fucking you so hard that the only name you remember is mine.” He began to pick up the pace against his cock, the sound flooding through the speakers as you began to thrust your fingers inside your cunt with more vigour, trying to keep to the same pace as Bakugou.

“Bakugou, I’m gonna cum-”

“You better fuckin’ not. Not until I tell you that you can.” Bakugou’s voice came out as a harsh snarl, your fingers pausing inside you to try and stop yourself from climaxing, you were so close.

“Good girl.” You mewled at the praise, slowly beginning to roll your hips against your palm again, “How many times have you thought about my cock, hah Princess?” 

“Ah- A lot.” You whimpered, feeling your inner walls begin to clench around your fingers, indicating you were nearing your release.

“I bet you have, you dirty fuckin’ slut.” He slapped his thigh, the sound making your body convulse as you nearly flew over the edge, your hand pausing to try and calm your body down, not wanting to cum without permission.

“Please.” You whimpered, trying desperately not to cum.

“What are you thinking about right now, Princess?” Your face flushed at the question, a heat rising inside you as you tried to avoid answering; instead, a low pitched whine left your lips.

“Oi, tell me.” Bakugou snarled, the sound almost making the coil inside you snap in half as you felt your orgasm bubbling inside you.

“You cumming inside me.” You managed to moan out, the phone shaking in your other hand as you began to grind yourself down against your hand as you worked yourself closer to your climax.

“Yeah? Want me to fill that pretty little pussy with my cum.” He began to fist his cock harder, more pre spilling from his tip as he worked it along his length, “Watch it seep out of you?”

“Bakugou.” You couldn’t answer, you were focused entirely on the thought of him completely covering you in his release, claiming you as his own. 

“You gonna cum?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, just about able to see it from the top of the camera, your pleading eyes looking directly at the screen.

“Do it. Cum for me.” Your mouth parted in a silent moan, throwing your head back as you began to furiously work your cunt, dipping your fingers in and out as you allowed yourself to come undone finally.

“Bakugou.” You cried, feeling the coil inside you about to snap.

“Cum.” You screamed as your orgasm tore through you, your toes curling as your back arched off the bed, almost dropping the cell phone as you rode out your orgasm. Your inner walls convulsing around your digits as you came, crying out his name like a dull mantra.

“Shit. That’s it, good fuckin’ girl.” He grunted on the other side of the phone, his hand jerking his cock as he neared his release. “Gonna imagine filling that pretty little pussy with my cum.” 

Your wet fingers moved to stroke lazy circles around your clit, watching him as he neared his release, your cunt continuing to squeeze around nothing.

“Fuck, gonna cum-” He growled, your name spilling from his lips as hot white spurts of cum began to spurt from his cock, covering his hand and abdomen. You mewled at the sight, your tongue coming out to lick your lips as you imagined licking the mixture off his defined muscles. You both lay in silence for a few minutes after, his soft pants mixing with your own as you both came down from your highs. The phone angled close to his face so you could see the dark stubble that covered his chin and cheeks, obviously forgoing shaving during quarantine. The sight made him even more attractive in your opinion, your eyes moving up to met his vermilion ones as they stared through the screen at you.

“That was-” Bakugou started to talk, grabbing his shirt from the side of the bed to wipe up the mixture against his chest.

“Amazing?” You offered, staring into the camera shyly as Bakugou held a small smirk on his face.

“Could say that.” Bakugou let out a tired yawn, stretching his arm above his head.

“Quarantine suddenly got a lot more interesting.” You mused, if someone had told you this morning that you’d be talking to the Ground Zero, you would’ve laughed in their face. 

“I have to try and get my fuckin’ twitter account back now.” You laughed at the irritation on his face, plainly apparent that this wasn’t the first time that he’s had to go through this.

“How many times have you had to do that?” You questioned with a wide grin on your face.

“Don’t fuckin’ ask.” He groaned, running his large palm down his face.

“But is this the first time you had to create a new account entirely?” 

“Yeah, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to find you again, dumbass.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “They deleted all your fuckin’ messages too, so you better send me those selfies again.”

“You didn’t save them?” You placed a hand on your heart, “I’m offended.”

“Piss off, dumbass. I’m being serious. You better send them.” He growled, red eyes staring directly into the camera.

“I will.” You laughed, watching as his cheeks flushed a dark pink.

“Your poor little pussy would’ve been heartbroken if I didn’t find you again.”

“I’m sure you could’ve if you tried hard enough, you’re the Ground Zero after all.” Bakugou flipped you off on the other side of the screen, making you laugh as you settled back against your bed, trying to gain the energy to go and clean up. Your legs were still quivering from the orgasm you’d just had.

“Tch, whatever. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” He asked hopefully, his eyes searching your own for any kind of doubt.

“Yeah, talk to you tomorrow.” You smiled as he said goodnight, shutting the phone off. You stayed staring at the blank screen for a moment, deciding to save his contact into your phone before you got up to get ready for bed. Slowly easing yourself up on shaky legs as you made your way towards your bathroom.

Your phone pinged against the bathroom counter as you were getting ready for bed, showing one new notification for Twitter. Opening the app, you immediately went to the GroundZero Twitter page to find that it seemed Bakugou had more than likely managed to get his Twitter account back, smiling at the post.

Can’t fucking wait for this quarantine shit to be over so I can finally get my dick wet.

Your eyes watching the likes and retweets begin to flood the post. Dropping your own like on the tweet, you clicked it to read some of the comments. Most of them from desperate, horny fan-girls who were offering themselves up to the Ground Zero if he needed anyone, quarantine or not. Smiling, you typed out your own reply. 

I’m available.

As you settled down into your bed, laying your head against your plush pillows once you connected your phone to its charger, a notification flashed against your screen, the low buzz sounding through your quiet bedroom. Lifting the phone as one new message from Bakugou appeared.

You better not start thinking that tweet was for anyone else but you, Princess.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

go big or go home

this was a request from @kk2016

Hi!! could you write about being pregnant with Harry but no one knew so you guys show up to the Grammys together and everyone can see your baby bump through your dress?

here is the link to the dress you’re wearing. I have no idea if this is a good option, I’m terrible with fashion :) but I thought it was cute! If you hate it, definitely just imagine something else :)

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 2.8k

It wasn't exactly hard to hide a pregnancy during a pandemic. You barely left the house, and if you did, you weren't recognized. The one time you and Harry had been spotted, you had only been 4 months along and were wearing an oversized sweater. So it was safe to say this baby was your family's little secret.

Harry knew, of course. He had been the first person to know (after Anne and the doctor who confirmed the pregnancy). You had got around to telling the rest of your families after the first trimester was over. The "inner circle," as you liked to call it, were the few people who were aware. This consisted of your parents, Anne, Gemma, Harry's band, Jeff and Glenne. That was it. Neither of you were wild on the idea of Harry's entire fanbase knowing, so you kept it under wraps as best you could.

Which, once again, wasn't hard to do. You didn't even have to go out for groceries; they could be delivered. You could buy everything for the nursery online and have it sent directly to your front doorstep. You and Harry had stayed inside for the better part of the past seven months.

However, there was one event coming up that you absolutely refused miss out on. The Grammys. At first, Harry thought you should stay home. He was worried you would get sick, and how it might affect the baby. He was worried about his fans finding out. He was worried he wouldn't win and he would have to see your disappointed face right next to him.

Of course, you were not about to let this happen. You assured him you wouldn't get within six feet of anyone besides him. You wouldn't shake anyone's hand or hug anyone. You would wear two masks, if it would make him feel safer. You would shower in hand sanitizer. You really didn't care what you had to do; you were not going to miss this night.

"Harry, I swear to God, if you keep giving me that terrified look..."

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, dragging a hand over his face. "I'm allowed to be a little apprehensive. This really isn't a good idea, I think it might be best if you just stay home. I just-"

"Absolutely not," you spun around, placing your hands on your hips. "I'm going to be there, in person, so I can watch my husband become a Grammy winner."

"You can watch from here!" He argued. "Plus, that way, you don't have to walk around all night. I know your feet have been bugging you, and-"

"Don't use this pregnancy against me!" You threw your head back, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm not," he said, stepping closer and resting his hands on your belly. "I just want you to be safe. You and our little girl."

"I know," you brought up your hand to brush along his cheekbone. "And we will be. I'm not going to get close to anyone. I'm not going to touch anything. I'm going to have two masks on the entire night. Harry, there won't be anyone safer than me this whole night. I promise."

"I just..."

When he didn't finish his sentence, you leaned in to meet his eyes. "What are you really worried about?"

"Lots of things," he murmured. "Besides the literal plague? I'm worried about people finding out and being cruel. I don't want to deal with that, and I don't ever want you to be exposed to it. I'm worried something bad will happen, and it'll be all my fault for letting you come along. And... I'm worried you'll be disappointed if I don't win." His last sentence was so quiet you barely heard it, but it still made your heart ache.

"Baby..." You said quietly, your voice sad. You ignored his other two worries for now, because this one was clearly the most important to deal with. “You think I'll be disappointed in you?"

He nodded, looking at his hands on you instead of meeting your eyes. "Everything I do, it's all for you. You and her. What if it's not enough? What if I fail?"

"Harry," you kept your hands on his face, directing him to look at you. "I will never, ever be disappointed in you. You are amazing, in everything you do. Understand? I personally think you will be a three time Grammy winner at the end of the night-" he grinned at this- "But even if you're not, I will still be so incredibly proud of you. I will always, always be proud of you, and I will always love you. Okay?"

He didn't move, but you used your grip on his face to nod his head up and down. His smile grew bigger, and he grabbed your wrist gently. He turned his head to kiss your palm, sighing softly before he pulled away.

"I love you so much," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me feel better. You always know exactly what to say."

You shrugged with a small smile. "I'm just amazing, I think."

"I think so too."

-----

You were sitting on the couch, dressed in your normal quarantine clothing. Hoodies. Sweatpants for him, leggings for you. Why would you get dressed up for a virtual acceptance ceremony?

You bounced excitedly as they announced "Adore You" as one of the nominations for best music video. Harry smiled when you gripped his arm.

"I don't have a good feeling about this," he admitted.

"Well, you're just a ray of sunshine today," you huffed. "Here it comes!"

"And the Grammy goes to... Beyoncé, Blue Ivy, and WizKid."

You slumped back slightly, patting his arm.

He laughed lightly at your reaction. "She deserves it."

You nodded. "Not to be mean to you, but yeah, she definitely does."

-----

As the hours wore on, you could tell Harry was getting more nervous.

"It's just- it's my first performance in a while. What if it's not good?"

"Harry," you grabbed his face again. "It will be amazing. Yes?"

Again, he didn't respond. Again, you had to physically move his head up and down in a nod. Again, this made him laugh. It was a small gesture, but you could tell it helped calm him down at least a little bit.

"There's one thing we haven't talked about," he pulled away from you, going through his drawers to find his socks.

"What's that?"

"Your outfit."

You shook your head. "I already picked my dress." You pulled out the garment bag, unzipping it to show him. It was fairly simple; you didn't want to overshadow him on his big day.

He smiled. "It's beautiful."

You nodded. "We're going to look so hot together."

"Couple of the year, I think."

"We might break the internet. Seriously. You're wearing a leather jacket with no shirt and I'm pregnant. Twitter is going to explode."

He laughed again, pulling you into his arms. "Are you sure you're ok with everyone knowing? It might not be good, people's reactions can be really-"

"You do realize they will have to find out at some time, right? You can't exactly hide a child forever."

"I know," he sighed. "I just like living in our little bubble, where it's only me and you who know."

"And your mom. And Gemma. And my parents. And Sarah, and Mitch, and Adam, and Ny, and Charlotte, and Jeff and-"

"Alright, alright, you've made your point," he chuckled. "But you know what I mean."

"I do," you nodded. "And I'm ok with people knowing. Besides, it'll blow over soon. I can just stay off socials until it does."

Harry sighed again. "I wish you didn't have to. I wish people would just..."

"Treat people with kindness," you grinned. "Maybe they don't know. Maybe you should tell them to do that sometime."

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling away from you. "You're funny."

"Hilarious, I know."

"I have to get ready," he sighed. "One last try- are you sure you don't want to stay home?"

"Not a chance," you smiled. "Now shoo so I can get dressed."

-----

His hands were shaking as he opened the door of his dressing room. You gripped his arm tighter, trying to remind him you were here for him.

"Everything's going to be ok," you said softly.

He nodded, but his hands still shook.

"I'll be right offstage, you can look at me if you get nervous," you reminded him. "This might not be the time, but I'm, like, really excited to see you perform."

"Yeah?" He gave a small smile.

You nodded. "It's been a while since I've been able to see that. And you look... very nice in this outfit."

"Very nice, huh?" He laughed. "What a compliment."

"I do have a way with words," you grinned.

"Always," he leaned his forehead against yours. "Now what was it you said earlier? Shoo, so I can get dressed."

"I'll be just offstage," you reminded him one last time, blowing him a kiss as you stepped out of the room.

-----

You couldn't take your eyes off him for the entire performance. He was worried for no reason, because he was incredible. He was born to do this, you could tell.

You cheered louder than anyone else when he finished, earning a cheeky smile from him. As soon as he could get away, he ran over to you and enveloped you in his arms.

"I told you you'd be amazing," you whispered.

He nodded, wearing the biggest smile you'd seen in days. "Couldn't have done it without you."

"I didn't do anything," you laughed.

"No, I couldn't have done it without your moral support," he clarified.

"Right, moral support," you nodded seriously before breaking into a smile again. "But really, that was amazing. You're perfect."

"That's all you, love," he returned the compliment, turning back around to watch Billie performing. He kept his arm around you, though. The camera panned to you a few times during the different performances, and you knew by this point the viewers at home had seen your bump. Your dress wasn't very tight fitting, but you were almost 8 months along. You were sure social media was exploding by now.

You didn't have to worry about that though, not yet at least. You had a few more hours of calm.

-----

Harry's nerves had apparently returned once you got to the table. His hand was gripping yours even tighter than before and his leg bounced constantly. You placed your hand on his thigh, trying to calm his frantic movements. His eyes went to yours, and you could tell he was smiling under his mask.

"It will be fine," you reminded him. "Everything will be ok. You already did the hard part, remember?"

He nodded, taking in a deep breath. "Right. And soon, we can go home, and sit on the couch, and eat ice cream."

"Exactly," you smiled. "And I can get back in my leggings and not get dressed again for the next 6 months."

He laughed at this, and his grip on your hand loosened. He still kept hold of you, but you could tell he wasn't so nervous anymore.

"Ok, shh, they're announcing it now," you said excitedly.

Harry looked down, apparently seized with nerves again.

"And the Grammy goes to... Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles."

His eyes went wide, and your face split into a giant grin. He reached his arm out to grab yours, almost like he didn't believe what had just happened.

He pulled his mask off, standing up. He took your hand, gesturing for you to stand too, so of course you obliged. He pulled you against him, and you could feel how fast his heart was beating. When he pulled away, you smiled up at him.

"I knew you would win," you said softly, still beaming. "Now go!" You gave his shoulder a gentle push toward the stage.

"Wow, um..." He blew out a breath, looking at you before he spoke again. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my first album came out, during a day off in Nashville, and I just want to say thanks to Tom, Tyler, Mitch, and everyone... Rob Stringer, and everyone at Colombia, my manager Jeffery, who has always nudged me to be better and never pushed me, thank you so much. I feel very grateful to be here, thank you. All of these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much, I feel very honored to be here among all of you, so thank you so much. And I want to say-" he looked at you again, a smile of adoration crossing his face. "Most importantly, thank you to my wife. Y/N, I love you more than anything else on this planet, and I couldn't have done any of this without you. You make it all possible, so... thank you to the light of my life, and of course our daughter." His eyes went wide at the last sentence, like he hadn't planned to say that. He looked around nervously before he quickly made his way back to his seat.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that, it slipped out-"

You shook your head, taking his hand. "It's ok, don't worry about it," you smiled. "I'm so proud of you."

He put his mask back on, but it didn't hide the happiness on his face.

-----  

Once everything was over and you had both climbed into the car to go home, it seemed to really hit him.

"I won a Grammy," he said in disbelief, looking down at the award in his hands.

"You won a Grammy," you repeated with a big smile on your face. "Grammy winner Harry Styles."

"Yeah," he looked back up at you, his eyes still wide. "That's... insane."

You nodded. "And very impressive. And I'm so proud of you."

He smiled, scooting closer so he could put his arm around you. "Grammy winner Harry Styles... and his amazing wife."

"And their amazing daughter," you added, placing his other hand over your stomach. "Feel that? She's been kicking all night. She's excited for you."

He grinned, before his face dropped back into one of concern. "Are you sure you're ok with what I said? I really didn't mean to, I just got caught up, it-"

"Baby," you stopped him. "I promise, it's ok. Besides, everyone knew the minute I walked in there."

"Right," he nodded. "Has your phone been blowing up?"

You shrugged. "I turned it off. Should we check?"

"I'm a little nervous," he admitted.

"I'm gonna do it." You fished your phone out of your purse, eyes widening when you saw how many notifications you had. From every possible app. Congratulations texts, excited DMs, missed calls, and then there were the mentions. There were well over a hundred on your lockscreen alone.

You cleared all of them, deciding to open Twitter and see how bad it was. You were very pleasantly surprised.

"harry's daughter" was #1 on the trending page, and "harry in leather" was right behind it. Clicking on the first one, you found several GIFs of the terrified look on Harry's face when he accidentally made the announcement. You smiled, but scrolled further. Hundreds of fans were typing in all caps, apparently very excited that Harry was going to be a father.

"You're right, we broke the internet," he grinned, looking through his own timeline. "I've seen my bare chest more in the last five minutes than my entire life before this."

"What a power couple we are," you laughed. "We got the top two trending spots."

"What an accomplishment," he joked.

You scrolled for a few more minutes, still yet to see a negative message. "You were worried for nothing, babe. They're all very excited for us."

"I see that," he grinned. "They've also named our baby for us, and somehow know her zodiac sign."

"Oh, wonderful," you laughed. "But really, it could have been worse."

"Definitely," he nodded. "Well, that's one way to announce a pregnancy. On live TV in front of the entire nation."

"Yeah, you know, go big or go home."

"Exactly."

Closing Twitter, you moved on to Instagram. You gasped when you saw the first picture on your feed. "Sarah posted her bump! Now we can be baby buddies in public, not just in secret."

Harry smiled, turning off his phone and pulling you closer to him.

"omg, baby buddies :)" you commented. Within seconds, Sarah had liked the comment and replied with "they will be best friends😊"

With that, you turned off your own device and leaned into his side. "What a good night. Aren't you glad I came with you?"

"I am," he admitted. "Very glad. Thanks for being stubborn."

"Always."

#harry styles #harry fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x you fanfiction #harry styles x reader fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles/you #harry styles/reader #harry styles/reader fanfiction #harry styles/you fanfiction #dad!harry #one direction #one direction fanfiction #pregnancy

[cellsshapedlikestars]

day 3: pandemic

for the @fyeahjonandsansa 31 days of Jonsa event, day 3: pandemic

(I won’t lie, I only have 4 of these prompts written and I felt bad about it so I decided to write something for today real quick before I go edit the next chapter of fairytale ending)

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Sansa Stark is not a gamer.

She never has been. She's seen people play: her siblings, even Harry had played those shooter games that she hated watching because they made her feel nauseous and disoriented. Too many loud sounds and flashing lights and jerky movements.

But here's the thing - she's been locked in her apartment for almost three months, alone, and Harry left his Switch when he fucked off to Essos with his secretary right before the pandemic hit. Now he's stuck there and she's here, in their apartment, with his Switch.

(She definitely thinks she got the better deal because despite being heartbroken and a little embarrassed at her unceremonious dumping, at least she's at home and not stuck in a foreign country fighting to get back, with a woman that, it turns out, he doesn't get along with at all now that they're forced into quarantine together.)

Sansa's lucky she can work from home, and she's lucky a lot of her hobbies are home-based: she likes reading and baking and knitting. There's only so much reading and knitting she can do, though - there's only so much TV she can watch and there's only so many batches of muffins and cookies that she can make before she finds herself overwhelmed by baked goods and boredom.

And so one day, she'd picked up that Switch after Arya told her about this game called Animal Crossing and it had sounded cute. She'd charged Harry's account linked to his device (he can think of it as her severance pay for their relationship) and downloaded the game.

Cut to a month later and she plays it nonstop. Her museum is quickly building up, though it's not complete yet (curse those seasonal bugs and fish!). Her island is gorgeous. Her residents are overwhelmingly happy. But it's not perfect.

“You should talk to Jon,” Arya says, her voice sounding distracted through Sansa's bluetooth headphones. Sansa thinks Arya's making lunch or something - it's about noon, and Sansa should eat, except she can't make herself move from the couch and her game. “He's got some real nice stuff on his island.”

“What's his ID?” Sansa asks as her little character runs around the island cleaning up stray bits of weeds that have sprung up overnight.

“I don't know, you think I have that memorized or something? Ask him. I gotta go eat.”

With that, Arya hangs up and Sansa huffs out a breath in annoyance. She puts down the Switch and picks up her phone and her thumb hovers over Jon's name in her contacts list. It isn't until she's pressed call that she wonders why she didn't just text him, but it's too late now. Texts can be ignored, she reasons. Calls are easier sometimes and she really wants to get her hands on whatever Jon might have on his island that she doesn't have. She has collections to complete.

She picks her game back up as it rings and finally he picks up.

“Sansa? Is everything ok?”

“Everything's fine,” she says, half paying attention as she sneaks up on a grasshopper sitting on a tree stump. “I need you to come over.”

There's a pause, she catches her grasshopper, and then he finally says, “you know there's a lockdown in place, right?”

“Duh,” she rolls her eyes, something she only does around a select few people and it turns out Jon is one of them. “But I need you, Jon.”

Another pause, she hears him take a deep breath, and then, “for what?” on a shaky exhale.

His voice sounds so strange that it finally makes her pay attention to the call instead of the game and she realizes her mistake. “Oh,” she sighs, “I mean in Animal Crossing. Arya says you have good stuff. You should come visit me and then I can visit you.” She's honestly not sure she has anything worthwhile to offer, but she figures she shouldn't just invite herself over to his island to take things. It's only polite that she invite him to hers, first.

“Animal Cr-” he starts and then it sounds like he takes the phone away from his ear and she can vaguely hear him mutter something from a distance (it sounds a bit like fucking hell, but she's not totally sure). There's a beat and a deep sigh before he speaks again, this time with the phone back up so she can hear properly. “Yeah, sure. I'll come visit your island.”

“Good,” she says, feeling quite pleased with the outcome of this call, though she's not sure why Jon sounds so mopey about it. He gets to come to her island! She can show him her flower garden!

What more could he possibly want?

#jonsa #31daysofjonsa #31daysofjonsa2021

[13uswntimagines]

Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Request: alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ “Shy” by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think it’s cute since she’s an introvert and that it would be fitting

Author’s Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehog​

Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest. 

God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didn’t want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didn’t want to lose her best friend. That would really suck. 

But she wasn’t afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didn’t value you, and you always ended up hurt. 

This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldn’t leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didn’t know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal.  

She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. “Hey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!”

“Hmm” You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen. 

“Well, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!”

“No, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,” You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman. 

Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia. 

“Then Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesn’t change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.” 

“It’s kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, they’re all so different from each other,” You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didn’t say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldn’t dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around). 

“Woman’s efficient,” Alyssa shrugged. “No reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.” 

“At least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,” You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasn’t your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK. 

“Darling, considering you’re one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, I’d say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.” 

“Hey! Savannah wasn’t a bad choice, just bad timing,” You huffed indignantly. 

“So that would be one out of…. How many bad relationships?” 

“At least one for every Taylor Swift album,” 

“Okay, here’s a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,” Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. “Wannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your… Drew?”

“You already know the answer to that question,” you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration. 

Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran. 

The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.

“Kristie was my Haunted,” you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. “At least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.” 

“Aren’t the two of you friends now?” Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest. 

You nodded with a small smile. “Hmm, we are much better off that way anyway.” 

“I bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,” Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone. 

You playfully snatched it away from her. “Who’s to say I wasn’t going to choose I knew you were trouble?” You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response. 

“I can tell you who that is too if you like,” Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue. 

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who?” 

“You definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,” 

“I was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,” 

“I’m sure the distance didn’t help.” With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart. 

“Maybe,” you hummed, noncommittally. 

“Okay, so for Reputation. I’m thinking Don’t Blame Me,” 

“You did go a bit crazy for Jane…” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didn’t. You sunburned like nobody's business. 

“Oh come on. You just didn’t like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!” You argued. 

“It was 3 months Y/n,” She deadpanned. 

“I was in a wlw relationship. That’s like practically three years, it’s not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.” 

Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. “Didn’t you have one of those the first time we met?” 

“Yeah, because I wasn’t moving into my college apartment without any furniture!”

“Whatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?” She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. 

“I think you skipped an album,” you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssa’s favorite albums. “But, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.” 

“Ah, our favorite squirrel,” Alyssa’s lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now. 

“We were just too young and dumb,” you said, smiling. “We had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasn’t anything romantic there.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” Alyssa said, like a liar. 

“I’m not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,” You snorted with the shake of your head. “And at least she wasn’t afraid of the world knowing we were together,” 

“Well, yeah,” Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. “ Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.” 

“I take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesn’t count,” You huffed. 

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I know you didn’t kill any of your significant others,” Alyssa said, laughing. “Though if you listened to the song you would know that’s my job… ”

“Alex was my Champagne Problems,” You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasn’t straight. 

You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldn’t take the hiding anymore. 

“You did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.”

“She cheated on me with Serv. She doesn’t get a pass,” You grumbled, crossing your arms. 

“I’m pretty sure you were on a break dear,” Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a ‘break’ but not officially breaking up didn’t seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. “BUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?”

Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. “The only person who hasn’t ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.” 

Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. ”I mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And you’re the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I can’t help it if they’re all great for dancing.”

“You can dance to anything. I’m pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.” You giggled. 

“The only person I dance with is you, Y/n,” Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. “I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.” 

“I’d dance with you in a storm in my best dress,” 

“I have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else… I’ve loved you for three years now and I couldn’t bear it.” 

The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe that’s why you had so many bad relationships). 

“Kiss me,” you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level. 

“That’s not a Taylor swift Lyric,” Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?

“Baby just say yes,” You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. “Please kiss me.”

“Yes,” was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you. 

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher imagine #alyssa naeher x reader

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Lovedust || Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter have always hated each other but when Y/N discovers an element that can make people fall in love, her whole relationship flips upside down. 

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: I’m still working on the last part to thin ice but I’ve had the idea of a love potion series for Peter and since we’re in quarantine, I said fuck it. I’m such a sucker for an enemy to love type thing so this is great cause technically it’s a slowburn but not at the same time! Also Y/N is ADOPTED cause duh of course she is. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Mild language, mean peter 

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six ||

part seven || part eight || epilogue 

You grew up with always hearing the saying that the heart wants what it wants. When your heart longed for a family, you found yourself among the Avengers who helped raised you into the woman you were meant to be. Deep down, you loved them more than you could possibly imagine and your heart felt full knowing they would always have your back. 

You weren’t sure how much room was left in your heart but you knew a person who you definitely didn’t make space for. Peter Parker. 

Your dad recruited him into the Avengers years ago but ever since the two of you met, you had always butted heads. 

There was a whole list of reasons why you hated him; the smirk he always had whenever he would see you and the way he said your name as if it was like venom in his mouth. 

There were times where Peter would leave smoke bombs in your room after you had just cleaned it or trap you in your room with his webbing when you were late for the movies. You always managed to get him back whether it was you throwing out all of his clothes into the courtyard when he needed to get ready for school or you hacking into his phone whenever he had an important call. 

Most of the time, it didn’t matter. You both knew you were smarter and wittier than he would ever be but the one thing he always had above you was that he had powers. It didn’t matter that you had grown up with superheroes or that your dad was the Tony Stark, Peter would always be an Avenger. 

Everyone in the complex knew the feud the two of you had but that didn’t stop them from stirring the pot now and then to witness it. 

You sat down on the couch as you continued to work on your paper quietly since you needed a change of scenery.  Bucky watched over your shoulder as he made breakfast in the kitchen. 

“ Homework?” 

“ Mhm. It’s about how the U.S could have avoided World War II if our president wasn’t so dumb,” You said as you kept your eyes glued to your screen,” I’ll let you read it once I finish it.”

Bucky smiled and turned his attention back to the stove,” Sounds good kiddo.” 

You had about thirty minutes before your paper was due and you felt like you were on a roll. You had enough time to knock out another page but as soon as you shifted to the next paragraph, loud music started to play from one of the rooms close by. 

You didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Peter. You turned around and looked sympathetically at Bucky for help but he shook his head when his eyes met yours. 

“ Don’t look at me, I’m making breakfast.”

You looked down at your laptop as if you were considering to ignore the music before getting up from the couch anyway and stomped over to Peter’s room. You could feel the vibration of the music underneath your feet as you knocked on the door violently,” Shut up Parker!” 

Not even a second later, the door swung open and revealed Peter who was only wearing sweatpants and a small smirk. 

“ What did you say? I can’t hear you,” Peter shouted over the music as he tried to close the door on you. 

You pushed the door open and slid through, heading straight for his phone that was attached to the room’s speaker. You grabbed it before he could reach you and you swiped your thumb over his phone screen to turn the music off,” You’re making my brain hurt and I can’t even hear myself think!”

“ Wait,” Peter gasped as he acted surprised,” you have a brain? I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize!” 

Peter tried to reach for his phone but you yanked it back and held your hand up,” You can get this back after I finish my paper. I’m serious Parker if I fail because of your dumbass music I’ll kill you.” 

You walked out of his room and back into the living room where Peter trailed behind you. At this point, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha were all in the kitchen as they silently watched the madness that unfolded right in front of them. 

You plopped back down on the couch but before you could place your laptop back into your lap, Peter grabbed it away from you and closed the screen harshly. 

“ Peter! I didn’t save it!”

“ Relax, you have google docs,” Peter said as he reached out his hand,” now give me my phone.”

You stood up as you tried to grab your laptop back but Peter casually held it over his head. 

You didn’t want to embarrass yourself even further so you didn’t even attempt to leap up and grab it out of his sneaky hands,“ Ugh, fine. Will you at least stop playing your shitty music so loudly?” 

Peter tilted his head to the side for a moment,” Do you really want this back?”

You knew Peter was playing a trick on you but you were so frustrated, you took the bait anyway. 

“ Yes, I would like my laptop back,” You sighed as Peter smiled cheekily back at you. 

Peter nodded and shrugged,” Okay, now ask me nicely. Didn’t your dad teach you manners?” 

You fumed silently as you tried to keep your temper down,” May I please have my laptop back...you little shit!” 

Peter clicked his tongue and shook his head,” That’s kinda mean Y/N but for you I’ll give it back...if you beg for it.” 

Your face grew hot and before you knew it, you lunged at Peter. Both you and Peter hit the floor as the two of you wrestled to try and grab your belongings back. Once you grabbed your laptop, you scrambled back up before glaring back at Peter. 

“ You idiot! You could’ve broken my-” As you opened your laptop, you saw your screen completely cracked. If you squinted, you could barely make out any words that were on your page. 

Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach as you could feel how close you were to crying. You had been working on this paper for days and you knew you still had so much to work on. 

Peter watched your face as he visibly gulped,” Y/N-”

“ Forget it!” You snapped back as you gather the rest of your notes and pushed past him,” fucking asshole.” 

You pressed your laptop and your notebooks against your chest as you figured you could find an empty computer up in the labs. Peter hesitantly watched as you walked away and into one of the glass elevators.

“ I’m sorry!” He shouted as the elevator started to go up. 

You looked down at Peter and made eye contact with him before sticking up your middle finger. Peter shook his head as stuffed his hands into his pocket and mumbled underneath his breath. 

“You’re terrible with women,” Sam sighed as Peter turned his attention towards the kitchen. 

Peter pointed back at himself and towards the elevator,” Me? She’s being the difficult one!” 

Natasha shook her head as she grabbed her coffee mug and walked towards Peter,” Take my advice kid, if you like a girl, I would refrain from...whatever you just did. Ever heard of flowers or a card?” 

“ I don’t like her, how many times do I have to tell you guys!” Peter huffed as his face grew bright red. 

“ Even if you don’t like her, you need to at least apologize, it’s the right thing to do,” Natasha said as she patted his shoulder and walked off, leaving Peter to feel guilty. 

Once you got to the labs, you found a vacant computer in the hallway and started to work on your paper. At this point, you were just bullshitting it and after a few minutes of angrily typing, you decided you would just submit it since you were exhausted. 

As you wheeled your chair back away from the desk, you spotted Banner in one of the main labs by himself. His body hunched over the desk as he looked directly into a microscope.

Even from your position, you could see that whatever he was looking at was glowing bright pink. You rested your knee against the desk as you leaned back in your chair, attempting to try and get a better look. 

You had never seen anything in science ever give off such a vibrant color before and you were intrigued, to say the least. As cool as it was living in the Avengers complex with superheroes, you were more fascinated on what went down in the labs than on the battlefield. 

As you stretched back, you felt the wheel underneath your chair slip from underneath you and a second later, you fell to the ground with a hard thud. You clasped your hand over your mouth as you listened to hear footsteps coming closer.

The door to the lab chamber opened up to a whirring sound as cold air whipped past you, you had been caught.

“ Y/N? What are you doing down there?” Banner asked as he helped you up to your feet. 

Without missing a beat you looked over his shoulder and pointed to the glowing object,” What is that? Can I look at it with you?” 

Banner followed your line of sight to where his microscope was positioned and then back at you. 

“ Um, I’m not sure your dad would want you-”

“ Please? Just for a second, I promise,” You whined while Banner sighed as if he knew he was defeated. 

Out of all the Avengers, Banner was always the one to go easy on you and you knew he would fall for your puppy dog eyes. 

“ Fine, but just for a second but don’t touch anything,” You followed Banner into the lab as the cold air sterilized you and your clothes,” put these on.”

You put on your lab coat and gloves as you followed closely behind him. He motioned his hand to the microscope as you gladly accepted the offer. 

You peeked into the microscope as you examined the slide. It was hard to see anything besides the pink glow but after looking at it closer, you could make out small, powdery rocks as small as a grain of rice. 

“Okay well, this definitely isn’t a bunch of pop rocks so what is it?” You asked, turning back to Banner,” this has ‘space stuff’ written all over it.”

Banner nodded as you stepped away from the microscope to rest your eyes,“It’s a form of moondust that works as a highly addictive psychostimulant that directly affects the hypothalamus. Thor brought it back for the lab so I could try and make a type of vaccine since it has really bad side effects.” 

“ What do you mean it has bad side effects- is that why my eyes hurt?” You asked nervously as Banner calmed you down.

“ Relax, it’s relatively safe as long as it doesn’t come in contact with water. You know what oxytocin is right? It’s called the love hormone and when this powder makes contact with human skin-”

“ Oxytocin-So, like a love potion?” You questioned as Banner stopped for a moment before nodding,” You have to let me help you, please let me help you. School is so easy right now, I need something challenging so my brain cells don’t deteriorate!” 

You could tell that Banner was hesitant about allowing a seventeen-year-old girl to help him find a cure for a space element that was highly addictive but in the name of science, he budged.

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“ I think we should call it a day. We’ve been working on this for hours and we still haven’t found anything that stands out,” Dr. Banner said as he stepped away from the lab table and stretched his neck out,” I heard your dad is making dinner for everyone tonight and I want front row seats to that trainwreck.”

You checked the time and saw that it had been hours since you’ve eaten or even saw the light of day. As hungry and tired as you were, you knew that if it was a big dinner, Peter would be joining in. 

For the first time in hours, you remembered everything that had gone down earlier in the day and it just made you mad all over again. 

You backed up from the microscope and nodded as you felt how sore your neck was starting to feel,” I’ll probably head down later. I just want to be sure we’re not missing anything.” 

“ I wanted to thank you again for your help with all of this. I know it’s not your department but I’m glad to see you in the lab,” Banner said as some of the other scientists in the lab started to leave,” it’s really great to see young people interested in science.” 

“ Well, it helps when you have a great teacher,” You smiled as Banner grinned back. 

Once he left the lab, you turned your attention back to what you and Banner called “ Lovedust”. As you looked at the powder, you felt a wave of sadness wash over you. 

You weren’t sure if it was from the powder or how long you’ve been working on a serum but looking at the Lovedust made you feel helpless.

 You had been in relationships in the past that were never the healthiest but if you had known back then that an actual love potion existed, maybe it could’ve saved you a few heartaches.  

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear the sterilization door open as Peter stepped in quietly, watching you from afar. 

He crept up behind you to where he was a mere centimeters away from his chin touching your shoulder. 

“ Whatcha got there?” Peter asked loudly as you jumped up from your seat, shrieking. 

You hit the table with your knee hard as you whipped around, completely flustered, to see Peter leaning against one of the lab tables laughing. 

“ Very funny idiot!” You said as you smacked the back of his head,” you can’t sneak up on someone like that- especially in a laboratory!” 

Peter pushed your hand away as his gaze fell on the Lovedust that was now sprawled over the table. 

He pointed over to the powder as he kneeled in front of it,” Woah, what is this stuff?”

Your eyes grew wide as you grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him away from the table. If Peter were to come into contact with it, who knows what trouble he could stir up. 

“ Promise me that you will not touch it! I need a sweepy thingy!” You shouted as you scrambled around the room to find a dustpan. 

Peter only rolled his eyes as he pulled up a chair so he could get a better look at the glowing dust. Peter whistled low as you finally found the dustpan that was underneath one of the lab tables. 

“ Were you hiding up here this whole time staring at this thing?” Peter asked as you stopped in front of the table and shooed him to the side,” are you going to tell me what this is or am I going to have to touch it to get your attention?” 

You set a deadly gaze to Peter before turning your attention to the mess he had caused. Banner said it was relatively harmless as long as it didn’t touch water and as you looked around the room, you noticed there wasn’t a sink or beaker close by. 

You sighed as you turned to Peter,” It’s moondust they found on Thor’s planet. Just don’t spit on it or lick it cause if it comes in contact with water, it gets super reactive.” 

Peter looked up curiously at you as he raised his eyebrow,” How reactive?”

You mimicked an explosion noise with your mouth as your hands spread out into jazz fingers which made Peter laugh. 

“ Okay, got it, no water,” Peter said before he backed up from the table and started looking around the lab. Peter watched as you tried your best to sweep up the remaining dust carefully as he leaned against one of the bunsen burners. 

“ Why are you here? Cause if it’s an apology, I don’t want to hear it,” You said finally as Peter straightened up his back,” I’m tired of your lame excuses.”

While his whole plan was to come up and apologize, he felt all that motivation and guilt fade away since you had said it in a snarky tone.  

“ Why would I apologize?” Peter responded as you shook your head, laughing dryly,” for the laptop? You were the one who lunged at me!”

It all made sense to you, Peter would never own up to his mistakes and now, his mistake had cost you another laptop. 

You kept your focus to the table but you clicked your tongue,” You know what Peter, I’m not saying you have to treat me like the Queen of England, but I’ll be damned if you don’t respect me. I think you need to remember who you’re talking to, I’m a Stark.” 

Peter moved away from the table and stood next to you with his arms crossed against his chest. 

“ You think you can intimidate me? Y/N, we’re not friends, I don’t owe you anything.”

You turned to face Peter as you felt pure rage growing inside your chest,” You’re right, you don’t owe me anything. But that suit you run around in and that room you sleep in every night is thanks to my dad. Before my dad showed up you were nothing. Humble yourself Spiderboy.”

Peter’s face looked visibly hurt for a second before glaring right back at you,” I need to humble myself? All you ever do is go around saying how smart you are just because your dad is Tony Stark. You’re almost eighteen and yeah you got a full ride to Columbia and you’re valedictorian but you wasted your whole high school years on never accomplishing anything! You never went to a single party, you never passed your driver’s test, and you’ve never even had a boyfriend before.” 

“ Newsflash Parker, I’ve had boyfriends before but unlike you, my relationships don’t dictate whether or not I’ve accomplished something!” You snapped back as you took a step towards Peter,” and at least my boyfriend’s dads don’t end up in jail.” 

Peter didn’t even hesitate as the words slipped right out of his mouth,” And at least my girlfriends actually loved me back.”

Immediately, nausea swirled in your empty stomach as your mind started to feel swarmed with old memories of every relationship you had. The room felt still and you thought that if you let a tear out, it would make noise once it hit the floor. 

Peter immediately regretted his words once again as he watched your stern face fall into a somber one. Before he could reach out to you, he felt the hair on his arm raise up at the same time. 

“ Wow, low blow Parker-” You turned around and when you looked at the table behind you, half of your notes and papers were lit up in flames. 

Before you could even let out a gasp, the sprinkler system came on as water sprayed every inch of the room, including the Lovedust. 

“ No no no!” You yelled as you scrambled over to the other side of the room to shut the water off,” Peter help me!” 

Peter carefully tried to run through the slippery floor without falling but once he saw you slip on the way to the button, he almost sprinted towards you. When he felt his foot slip from underneath him, he jolted his arm out to catch himself on the table. 

He could feel the Lovedust crunch underneath his palm as his blood ran cold. You had never told him what the powder was except that it would explode so Peter desperately tried rubbing the powder onto his pants. 

You picked yourself up from the ground and used all of your weight to press the button and stopped the sprinkler system. Within seconds, the sprinkler system halted as you looked back at Peter, who was completely drenched in water. 

“ Nice going- hey, are you okay?” You asked as you moved your wet hair out of your face before stopping in the middle of your step. 

Peter’s left hand and his whole left side of his jeans were covered in glowing pink dust that was turning redder by the second. 

“ I need to sit down,” Peter said softly before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his feet crumbled underneath him. 

Once Peter hit the ground, you screamed for help as you slid across the wet floor, kneeling close to Peter. 

You did your best to avoid touching his whole left side as you lifted the upper half of his body and propped his head up against the leg of the table. You cupped your hands around his face as you moved a few strands of wet hair so you could see better. 

“ Peter? Damn it, Peter!” You shook him harshly as you felt your heart sink to your stomach,” Wake up! Wake up!” 

Your hands trembled as you checked his head to make sure he didn’t bust it open. Every ounce of angry you held towards him quickly faded once you thought that Peter was seriously injured. 

After shaking him for a moment, Peter’s eyes slowly opened. The first thing he could feel was warmth spreading across his whole body like nothing he had ever felt before. His heart permanently felt like it was skipping a beat every few seconds and his chest felt extremely tight. 

His breathing was uneven as if he had just ran a marathon but once his vision started coming back, every ounce of breath was taken from his lungs. As you stared back at Peter with a worried expression, his heart sped up even faster as he found himself getting lost into the deep color of your eyes. 

“ Peter? Can you hear me?” You asked as you snapped your fingers close to his ear but Peter barely flinched. 

He nodded, hanging onto every word as if it was words on a page and he felt immediate comfort in hearing your sweet voice. He managed to pull his gaze away from your eyes but next, he focused on your lips and made details of the way you said his name. 

“ Oh thank god, don’t worry, help is coming. Just stay awake for me okay?” You sighed as you nervously pushed another strand of wet hair behind your ear, which made Peter sigh deeply. 

He wanted nothing more than to reach out to you and tuck a strand of hair away from your face but he was too distracted by how you looked in front of him. Even though you were soaking wet from head to toe, Peter couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

“ I’m so glad you’re okay,” You admitted as you smiled before pulling your hands away from his face. 

Everything besides his heartbeat seemed to stop once you smiled and that’s when Peter deep down knew something was wrong but he didn’t care. The way your lips lifted upward into a smile filled with complete relief made his heart beat even faster. 

Peter swallowed hard before looking up at you as his face flushed a deep shade of red,” I don’t know what’s happening to me...but I’ve never loved you more than right now. I can’t help it, I love you, I’ve always loved you Y/N.” 

Your smile dropped as you looked down at Peter’s whole left side. The Lovedust was completely gone and you knew in that moment that his skin must’ve absorbed the remainder of it.

In a matter of seconds, a boy who wanted nothing to do with you and claimed no boy had ever loved you was now professing his undying love for you. 

“ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

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