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arabaka · 4 months

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₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ sfw. serizawa katsuya x afab!reader. 1.6 words. while i don't mind ageless/minors interacting with my sfw posts, do NOT follow if you do not have your age in bio.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ wowie this has been in my drafts for a thousand years so i thought, why not post <3 i do have a chapter 2 of sorts, just need to polish it up! thank you for reading <3

He never used to do this…

Play video games online, that is.

Serizawa Katsuya had long preferred games of the retro persuasion; they were a familiar comfort, much like a security blanket. For so long, he’d only known a controller with a single stick and two buttons and that had been enough for him. It still is, most days. But that all changed when he found a new reason to turn to his desktop computer, the one he saved up every 1-yen coin for from his job working for Reigen.

But it wasn’t the graphics of new age games that kept him coming back. It wasn’t the carousel of variety that got his chair rolling and his PC buzzing. No, it was never something– it was someone.

Now he knows your name but your username used to come first. It was how Serizawa met you after all, when he was still a complete and total noob to the pixel MMORPG you’ve frequented since day one.

And like most things, your friendship with Serizawa happened by chance. You were helping a buddy out, shepherding them if you will because after all, they were trying the game out because of your incessant begging and pleading. You needed another person in your group after all, a certain raid requirement wouldn’t let you participate otherwise and you’d much rather go in with a group of friends than some randos that might steal all your loot in the end.

Serizawa just happened to be in your party when playing as a duo through the tutorial. After you tore down the first boss, an aquamarine monster made of slimy goo, Serizawa had typed an innocuous question in the main chat.

『 How do I equip the armor? 』

And you weren’t about to ignore the help of someone trying the game out for the first time. So what started as casual advice turned into a friend request popping in your inbox… Then spontaneous meet-ups…

『 Hey Gyudon-san! Are you going to be playing for long? 』

『 Hello! Yes, I have an hour. 』

『 Want to play together? 』

『 Yes! Thank you! 』

Turned into repeat plans…

『 Gyudon! I have a day off tomorrow, want to play? 』

『 Yes! That would be fun. I have night school but we can play after. 』

『 How are your studies going? Don’t play if you have a lot of work! Education comes first :p 』

『 No, not a lot. I want to play with you! 』

Which then led to chatting outside the game…

『 Gyudon-san, do you use LINE? 』

『 Yes, but mostly for schoolwork... 』

『 We should add each other! 』

『 Okay! 』

… And that’s when you learn his name for the first time. Serizawa Katsuya. The discoveries wouldn’t stop there; with the game no longer a crutch for communication, your conversations became a staple for having a good day. Good morning texts, good night texts. You messaged him when you saw something that reminded you of him, things that went beyond your shared interest in video games. He was so kind, you could feel his warmth over the phone even from simple messages; you have so many of them saved because sometimes, you need a pick me up from the man in particular. When you are on your phone with a smile that makes the apples of your cheeks glow, more often than not it’s because of him.

“You so like him.” One of your friends tells you one day over a bowl of ramen and they just know that it isn’t the steam rising from the broth that’s making your face clammy all of a sudden.

“He’s just– He’s a really good guy! Can’t I have friends?” You remark, stuffing your face with noodles and slurping loud enough to hopefully drown out the teasing that would soon follow. But you know they’re right. Who else do you think of when the lights are off and you’re left to ruminate in your bed, the mattress seeming larger and emptier as the days go by? Who else are you always looking forward to calling, even though phone calls aren’t really your thing? How many times have you looked up train tickets and times for Seasoning City, only to click back with your heart thumping in your eardrums?

“Don’t you want something more?” The words bounce off the walls in your head long after you say goodbye to your friend.

Don’t you want something more?

You can practically see the words when you close your eyes as you try to go to sleep but it’s deep into the night already and you’ve been tossing and turning for hours now. You stuff a groan into a pillow, cramming your face in the plush to silence the sounds even though you live alone. You groan because… you do want something more.

But does he?

You don’t know if you can live like this. Pining is one thing, something you’ve apparently been doing all this time (and you’ve known, god you’ve known but coming to stare it blank in the face is making your heart stutter at a pace that makes your chest cavity feel like it’s going to break at the seams if you’re not careful) but living in a shadow of doubt makes you feel even worse.

“So that’s it,” You grumble into the pillow, “I gotta do it.” The pillow wilts in your arms from all the tight squeezing, the sheet blotted with a few drops of frustration straight from your scrunched up eyes. You grab your phone– no, you’re not doing it now but you figure, since you’re already going down this path, you might as well soothe yourself by rereading some of his messages from earlier.

Only, when you go into your chat history with Serizawa, you see three little dots greeting you from the dimmed screen.

🗨 I can’t sleep… I hope you’re resting well.

Your thumb jitters on the screen, your last swallow lodged in your throat as you read the message.

🗨 Same here.

That’s it? That’s all you can come up with? You don’t want the conversation to die here so you’re flipping through conversation notecards in your brain, chiding yourself for not having anything to say when suddenly, you get another message.

🗨 Would you like to talk on the phone?

You say yes. Your stomach bounces, fraught with nerves, but you say yes. And when you answer, you don’t see the face of your phone until hours later when the sun’s already come up and a new day’s begun.

“I didn’t realize what time it was… Sorry…” Serizawa sheepishly apologies and you swear you hear him stifle a yawn at the tailend of his words. Cute.

“No, no– it’s okay! Talking with you always makes my day… Night. Day and night?” You stumble over your words but it seems to charm him nonetheless, Serizawa’s soft laughter a gift to your ears. You wish you could hear it in person.

“I– I feel the same.” He briskly coughs, almost like he’s working himself up to something, “I– I was going to ask you… My last week of school is coming up. My friends want to have dinner and I– I was wondering if–”

Your shirt wrinkles in your balled up fist, trying as you might to still the beating of your heart but failing.

“If you would like to come? Y-You don’t have to, of course!”

“I’d love to!” You blurt out, incapable of keeping your lips in an airtight seal for any longer. “J-Just tell me the date!”

And he does– it’s in two weeks, which feels like so much time and not enough all at once. You put him on speakerphone, smiling all the while as he scrambles for the right words; is he as worked up about this as you are? You’re already on the shuttle website, looking at the price of tickets, debating on buying them early just because you can.

“... It’s going to be a lot of fun, you’ll like my friends,” Serizawa’s voice drifts back to focus, “and I’ve… Told them about you too.” He’s blushing, glad that you can’t see the red painted across his cheeks.

Your grip wobbles, phone nearly falling on your face when you gasp, “You have?!”

“A-Ah, should I not–”

“No, no! I’m – I’m happy you have! I’ve talked about you to my friends too… Besides the ones we play with…” How is it already 7 AM? “Hey, you don’t have to go to work or anything do you?”

You hear him yelp, “I-I do! I have work! I gotta go! Sorry!”

How can somebody sound cute even when they’re panicked? How smitten with this man are you? “Go, go, go! Talk to you later, Serizawa-kun!”

The phone line ends. You wish it didn’t. You already miss him. You blink, your retinas burning from the lack of sleep, your lids suddenly so heavy you can’t help but… Close them for just a little bit…

And when you wake up – is that really the time? – you’re greeted with a flurry of notifications but the only one you really care about is the message from Serizawa.

🗨 Very tired at work but I am glad we got to talk. I hope we can do it again sometime.

Sometime would end up being an understatement. You go a day, tops two without talking over the phone, the next few times coupled with alerts that remind you to GO TO SLEEP because otherwise… You’ll end up repeating a sleepless night and as cute as Serizawa’s eye bags were (he’d sent you a selfie for the first time that week, which you stared at for an amount of time you are still too embarrassed to utter aloud), you weren’t about to make them worse… Though you were tempted.

And so was he.

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gorgugplushie · 4 months

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BAD KIDS GAMING HCS

Nobody asked but i cant stop thinking abt it so

Fabian - canonically doesn't know what mobile games are, much less actual videogames. He sort of sees them as pointless (why do quests and adventures in a videogame when he could just do them in real life?) Of course the bad kids pull him into their gaming sessions, though he spends most of them asking what the controls are again and raising an eyebrow at their shenanigans. Ragh sits him down and makes him play some sport based video games which he does enjoy, he can get really into it if you give him time (he yells so so loud) he also gets into ddr style games bc he likes beating the other bdkds at them. Videogames are a good excuse to hang but he'd rather go out and play football irl.

Kristen - coming from a heavily sheltered and what i assume monitored family, kristen probablyyy isnt all that into videogames. At most i think she'd have some mobile games like idk candy crush on her phone, like fabian she'd get confused and spend her in game time running around and just watching the others play, she goes along w the others shenanigans v easily tho and loves doing silly bits while playing.

Riz - Riz is the type to play window games on their families shared computer for hours on end. Stuff like sudoku, pinballs, or solitaire. He'd love those games like the nancy drew mystery ones, or those games where you find items like I Spy. The only downside is he gets unhealthily fixated and will spend 3 days getting to lvl 100+ on Tetris if you let him, obsessed w 100% games and making funny number go up. Surprisingly good at rhythm games.

Adaine - into open world games, like fallout or outerwilds. Will spend days writing and churning out backstory and lore for her in game character. Veryyy picky and wants every decision to be true to their newest ocs backstory, will spend a solid hour on the character creation screen. She also loves more violent shooting games, although playing online with strangers gives her anxiety and she cannn get gamer rage, she'll get fixated on getting stuff like headshots and Winning and Being a good teammate that she'll start shaking and have to step away from playing for a bit. Single player fighting games w blood where she can turn her brain off and just fight are more cathartic for her. I feel like she ends up doing insane shit in them like saw and hack off limbs and go full dark story mode route and then regret it so so much and lie awake at night not sleeping bc of it and delete the save file. Its her dark secret shell take to the grave.

Fig - plays a large range of games, mainly more colorful and silly goofy ones she can play with the badkids. Shes sort of a little nuisance in games tho, she will troll and grief a lil bc she finds it funny. In singleplayer games she does love being a huge stinker and do silly stuff like pickpocket and get caught or accidentally set a bomb off in the middle of a cutscene or glitch her character to a-pose, she does a bunch of shit and laughs and doesn't take it seriously at all. Like adaine she also gets gamer rage. she gets them both banded from online for a month bc they team up to cast a spell on someone thru the screen. LOVESS shit like guitar hero and skater games sooo much, also into those wwe type games. Cant stomach horror at all but will make the rest of the kids sit down and play horror games w her so they can laugh and scream together.

Gorgug - he tends to like more older games, say in the style of star fox/loz and stuff. His parents gave him and older gaming system when he was younger n he still has it around and collects games for it, its seeing a lot more use than it originally did bc now he has friends to play with. The type of guy to still carry their ds around. I feel like hed also modify and rom hack stuff for his friends. He likes going to the arcade in person and playing there than sitting in front of a computer.

Ayda - yes im including her shes a gamer girl in my heart. I feel like she loves life sims/complex puzzle games, stuff like slime rancher, portal, animal crossing. She has 1000+ hours into a single sims save file. She spends hours and hours building and working on the most elaborate farming system for whatever new sim shes getting invested in. She especially loves organizing in games, she gets a bit antsy playing more survival based games with the bad kids because they leave their systems so unorganized (shes def the type to redo the entire base from top to bottom in dont starve while the rest die off screen). neat and orderly decoration is soo fun for her and the bad kids try not to step on her turf too much. refuses to play multiplayer if it's with anyone else but the badkids, but if anyone would start a gaming channel its her. will do obscenely gay cutesy stuff w fig n game. They build their own little base and junk and pretend to hosts weddings n stuff. Shes also very into speed running and breaking games with glitches to figure out how they work.

#fh #fantasy high #gorgug txt.

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luvrsux · 9 months

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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

❝ 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 5.1k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, nami, portgas d. ace, marco {mentioned}, garp {mentioned}

➠┊cw: minor swearing

➠┊modern au !!

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑

❛ you had an awful interaction at a gas station nearby robin’s place after a simple party hang out. before anything else could spiral down into a catastrophe, a familiar “enemy” unexpectedly comes to your rescue, as well as charming your innocent and sour heart ❜

{colors for dialogue may switch/change as more characters are introduced !!}

❛ ━━･❪ 🖤 ❫ ･━━ ❜

The following morning you woke up with a pounding headache that could make you knock out again. You pinched your temple in pain as you separated your back from your bed. The bright morning light pierced through your pupils.

Your hands snatched your mobile phone beside you to check the time.

5:30, two hours before the school building opened up.

You realized that Ace wouldn’t be there to bother, startle or ramble your ear off on this bright morning, and the next few following ones ahead. You had a mixture of excitement and disappointment at the mere thought of it.

Rubbing your palm to your eyes, you heard footsteps approach your room door. A tall, formal fitted woman burst in.

“I hope you had fun on your little adventure last night” She greeted. Your mother was in the middle of putting on her sparkling jewelry on her wrists. “Breakfast is ready for you on the table as well as your lunch. I’ll see you this afternoon”

You felt her lips press gently against your forehead before she scurried back to your door. “Have a wonderful day at school, hon”

You heard the clicking sound as the door connected to its frame. You finally pulled yourself completely out of bed to get ready for school, which you weren’t entirely stoked for.

Upon arrival, you weren’t used to Ace’s absence but ironically, it made your morning more bearable than anything. Your morning classes went by smoothly and steadily. The two boys that accompanied Ace occasionally threw you hellos here and there, but Nami approached you frantically like she saw someone get run over.

“(F/N), oh my god! I found you” She made you tilt your head in pure puzzlement.

“I’m so sorry about last night, I was so drunk that I crashed at Robin’s. Did you make it home safe? Do I need to kill anyone?”

You appreciated Nami’s concern as well as her apology despite you not even minding. You giggled and held her palms.

“It’s alright, I made it home just fine” You reassured. You decided not to inform Nami about the gas station incident for the sake of her own blood vessels. You couldn’t even imagine the snowball effect that’ll cause.

“Are you sure? Gosh, I feel so bad” Nami looked at you with big hazelnut eyes.

“You’re good, Nami. Promise” You sealed your words with a tight hug to consult your orange-haired friend. You heard a muffled “okay” on your shoulder.

You pulled her back and gave her one last smile.

“I’ll see you at lunch” You turned your body and waved back at her. She smiled brightly to reciprocate it. You were pleased to shift her overly worried emotions into a much calmer one.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

Now, there you were in a quiet English classroom while everyone scribbled down on an independent assignment. There wasn’t peep from anyone and the only thing that broke the complete silence was classical music your teacher played through their computer. You began to feel antsy and it wasn’t any better that the teacher before you had a growing hatred to cellular devices.

You extended your arm, it isolated in the air for a few moments before your teacher looked up.

“Yes, (F/N)?” He said lowly.

“May I be excused?” You asked quietly. Your voice echoed throughout the room and felt eyes slowly begin to trail toward you. You heard your teacher let out a sigh and gesture their hand to shoo you away.

You immediately scooted your seat from the desk to exit the rather awkward classroom. You didn’t have to use the restroom or attend any emergency per se, you just wanted to take a small walk around the halls to stretch out your legs and clear your mind.

The moment back at the gas station last night didn’t stop replaying. You began to overthink if Law hadn’t been there to help you. Your brain flatlined at the thought of potential events. It didn’t help that faint music began to play in the distance during your walk.

You tilted your head. You were completely puzzled and wondered who’d be in a music room playing with instruments in the middle of an academic class period. To be honest, you don’t remember the last time you saw someone use the music room. You were the cat the curiosity killed and peered inside the room to see who was enchanting you with the music.

You made eye contact with the toned arms, raven hair and inked tattoos as Law effortlessly grazed his fingers rhythmically along the guitars strings. The guitar was a sleek black with white and tan accents. You recognized some prints on the guitar that was similar to the ones on his black vehicle.

Law’s talent was entirely unexpected. He had all his focus on the instrument before him that rested in his tanned hands and long legs. He bopped his head to the tune as well as his legs. There was no sheet music in front of him, meaning he was pulling these notes out of his brain with complete ease.

You were taken back, to say the least. Considering your deep singing trance from yesterday, you admired music. With that, this sight was completely mesmerizing to you. You hadn’t known the cold, tanned boy had a soft side for music. His talents matched his vibe. The tune wasn’t hardcore or disturbingly loud. It was melodious and soft, like he was purposely trying not to disturb the neighboring classrooms. You averted your eyes from the music boy and realized he was the only one there in the classroom. You assumed he was skipping.

Law is only human, though. His hands suddenly stopped which caused a hitch in his guitar. He picked up a pen that laid flat on an open notebook that had scribbles you couldn’t quite make out. Law scribbled something inside, assuming notes on his song, and sigh.

“You play pretty well…”

You spoke without thinking. Your voice made Law flinch and drop his pen. He darted at you with widened eyes before relaxing at the familiar sight of you. You made yourself welcome and stepped inside the room that was once filled with music.

“We meet again, (F/N)-ya” Law grinned and pulled off his guitar off his toned body to place it on its designated stand. You sat by on a nearby stool.

“Thank you, that was actually just a random song I’ve been working on I guess” Law turned his head to his open notebook, then trailed his steel eyes back at you.

“You’ve just been coming up with that on the spot or…?” You saw Law nod with nonchalant eyes.

“No reason to overthink it if you actually know how to play” Law made a decent point. You shrugged with a nod.

‘So he’s a doctor-to-be and a musician? What else, a party clown?’ You pondered.

“What else do you do?” Your internal thoughts influenced your own curiosity. Law blew a raspberry, seemingly to recall all his other talents.

“I guess I draw” He replied. You saw him unbutton the first few buttons of his black button-down to reveal the more secreted tattoos on his body. Your cheeks flared.

“I did these tattoos myself. Probably why some are shittier than others… Well, besides the one on my back, that was a professional” You stared at his chest like it was the most mesmerizing view to ever exist. His words baffled you. You assumed Law made an immense amount of money to afford these tattoos, completely discarding the possibility of him drawing these himself. Each mark was perfectly lined and symmetrical, making his statement false in your own eyes.

“They’re… nice” You managed to muster up. After Law showed off his body, that being his arms, hands, and chest, he caught your rather flustered expression.

“Don’t fall too hard now” He cooed, buttoning his shirt back up to conceal his window. You cleared your throat and shot him a glare.

“Keep dreaming, Traffy” That nickname made Law recoil completely. His teasing attitude was completely tilted.

“Don’t. Absolutely not, It’s Trafalgar” You finally managed to pinch a nerve, after everything he’s done to you.

“I like Traffy more” You grinned.

“Already getting obsessed with me, eh?” He immediately turned the tables almost as fast as you attempted to. You furrowed your brows.

“Definitely not”

He shot you a blatant ‘Yeah, right’ look before shifting his body away to grab his guitar once more.

Law’s patterned fingers gently twisted the metal knobs on the stem of the instrument. You watched him tune his guitar quietly. Then, with half-lidded eyes, he looked at you. The direct eye contact almost made you collapse. ‘Why did this punk have this stupid effect?’

“You wanna hear me play or do you have other things to do, like being a cheerleader or something?” His question forced a puzzled expression to form.

“Cheerleader?” That is all you could say. Law shrugged carelessly.

“You’re always with that cowboy jock, I assumed you were his cheerleader girlfriend” He assumed. You snickered. Yet again, there was someone assuming you were Ace’s partner.

“Me and Ace are just friends. Practically siblings” You informed. Law nodded as he understood the words coming out of your mouth. “And I’m not a cheerleader, idiot”

Your hiss made Law simply chuckle. It seemed like he enjoyed getting a rise out of you.

“My bad, my bad” With that, he strummed the strings of his bass guitar with one quick swipe.

“Answer my question, still”

You traced back to it. You thought it wouldn’t hurt to chew at the boring remaining time you had left in your English class to listen to Law's enchanting talent, as much as you hated to admit it.

“It wouldn’t hurt to hear you play a little longer I guess. It’s better than the eyesore of my English teacher”

Law didn’t respond. He just gave you a side grin and strum the guitar with one swipe once again. He turned his gaze on you to his precious guitar in his inked hands and played random notes before they synchronized, harmonizing a song with his hands.

»•» 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆: 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 - 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒅 «•«

The song wasn’t an original. It was a cover of a song you’ve recognized through social media, but that didn’t disregard the fact the song was still played beautifully by the tanned boy. With each swipe and press of the cords, you felt yourself humming along. You lightly stomped your feet on the ground. Suddenly, the entire world went quiet and all you could hear was Law’s talent. He had a smile on his face as he hopped his head to the beat, noticing your enthusiasm.

The beat began to creep up on the infamous chorus of the song. You could’ve sworn you heard Law mumble the lyrics while playing, to which made you wonder why he didn’t project his voice. Your heart thumped as the chorus began to begin. Your chest grew a knot. Humming wasn’t enough, you knew the lyrics to his song. It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

I'm losing the person I was when I found you

Am I acting different when I'm not around you?

I'm being dramatic, I say that I'm losing

I wanna show you all the things I've been doing

The music was fueling you past your breaking point where you projected your voice to sing the lyrics. Law perked his head up the moment your volume raised. He seemed to be baffled by your voice, but the song was rather popular so that wasn’t a shocker. He smiled.

I'm going on dates and I'm hanging my head

I wanna share an apartment, a room, and a bed

I wanna tell you I love you, but I cannot reach you

I'm learning to lose, that's a thing they don't teach you.

You harmonized the lyrics together you two stopped by the sudden beat drop. You smiled happily from the mini-duet you two shared, completely forgetting you once hated him and his attitude. Law began the last verse of the song on his own. His voice was almost as good as his playing. The gods blessed him with a plethora of talents.

I'll miss you

Help me through

When I try someone else, I'll still miss you

You decided to conclude the song with him. Law still had that pleased smile. You eyed it while you finished the song together. That smug, sly, annoying grin wasn’t there, nor were the vibes. He felt content, and comfortable. Was it your voice? You pondered on what happened to the teasing boy you were once fond with.

I'll miss you

Help me through

When I'm...

Law took his final strum and the music died out. He took a long pause on his guitar that was once the birth of the enchanting music. The steel eyes finally trailed upon you, who had a pleased smile on your face. Law readjusted his instrument more comfortably on his lap.

“Nice duet,” He said smoothly. You reminded yourself this was the Trafalgar Law and quickly switched your attitude. You let your pride shadow your vision and refused to give him any sort of respect. Holding a grudge against him? Absolutely.

“It was fine, I guess” You shrugged. Law noticed that were trying, horribly, to cover your real emotions.

“C’mon, relax” He gave you half-lidded eyes. “I’m being genuine, (F/N)-ya”

Those words made your tense body ease up. You reminded yourself of one of the scrambled thoughts from last night; Maybe he wasn’t so bad?

You broke through, but still keeping a small guard up if he said anything slick. Law pulled his guitar off his body and popped his guitar pick in between his teeth. You watched him flip his notebook shut and tuck the pen inside the spiral rings.

“What made you want to do all of those things?” You asked. You completely halted Law from getting ready to leave. The raven-haired boy looked at you with a raised brow.

After pulling his pick out his mouth, he relaxed in his seat to continue the conversation.

“Well, for music, I guess I was always drawn to it as a kid” Law began. “I started playing the guitar when I was around eight? nine?” He stared at the ceiling as he traced back to his adolescence.

“With medicine, it honestly happened on its own. I realized that I’m pretty damn smart so why not put it towards the medical field” He explained. He was ready to stop the conversation right then and there, but there was one thing left.

“And your art?”

He paused at your voice. Law couldn’t be offended by your question, but he hesitated on answering like It was a touchy subject. Law groped himself in this conversation on his own.

“I got into that by a very special person of mine” Is all he could say. You noticed that he seemed kind of guarded on that subject, so you decided not to pry further.

“Judging by your tattoos, you seem to be really good at it” You chose to compliment him and his talent to ease up the tension you may have created. Fortunately for you, Law did begin to ease up.

“I try” He formed a side smile. “I can show you my favorite piece” He eyed you up and down with eyes that had more intentions behind them than you could fathom.

“What?” You immediately caught on.

“C’mere”

He gestured you over with two digits. You expected him to open his black notebook behind him that was covered in stickers. You pulled up a nearby chair that rested beside him.

Law grabbed, not the notebook, but the pen that was tucked into his notebook. You were completely puzzled and dumbfounded until you felt his rough hand grab your arm, ironically, gently. You watched him draw on that same smile face he had on his car. Law did it with complete ease and flawless, as expected. His own tattoos were self drawn after all. You didn’t mind, though. The drawing was rather cool in your eyes.

Law blew lightly on the ink that was marked on your skin to dry it. Now, you had your own tattoo. Granted, it wasn’t a genuine tattoo but you still felt cool.

“I guess you can say it’s my signature” Law eyed the mark and then back at you.

“I noticed. Am I a part of your wolf pack now that I’m marked?” You joked. You watched Law cringe.

“I should wash it off for that…”

The last few minutes of the class period you, by definition, skipped, was shared small talk you and Law had. You explained to him some of your talents and ambitions that he complimented. Every now and then, though, he’d remind you of his sarcastic and teasing personality that was progressively making you want to punch him in places that were forbidden.

“Class is about to end, (F/N)-ya” Law exhaled, tracing his eyes at the numbers his phone displayed. You took Law’s word considering you were out of your assigned classroom for a hefty amount of time.

As you both got up, you noticed that Law left his guitar standing in the stand while he slung his crossbody bag on sole shoulder.

“You’re leaving it here?” You asked, referencing the guitar. "Someone could snatch that and not even care" Law shrugged.

“No one really comes here, and I have the keys to the room” He pulled a silver key out of his pocket and spun the key ring around his finger. You were starting to notice a pattern.

“I have a small band so we practice after school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays” He explained as you followed behind him to the outdoor hallways.

You were starting to notice that Law was becoming a pleasure to be around. As much as it now slightly bugged you, the conversations and musical memories you freshly shared did make you pleased. You folded your lips.

“Is it okay if I pop in someday to hear you?” You abruptly asked. Law was lightly taken back while he twisted his hand to lock the music room before him.

“So you are obsessed with me?” He grinned at you with those steel eyes while he shoved the silver key into his spotted jeans pocket.

“Don’t make me change my mind, Traffy”

“Trafalgar, for fucks sake”

You laughed at his reaction, only for him to form a small, amused smirk.

“Fine, I guess It wouldn’t hurt to have you listen to all of us” He slipped his jet-black phone out of his back pocket. You watched him unlock it. “But I must warn you, they’re kind of obnoxious”

"I'm friends with Portgas Ace, I think I can manage"

Law slithered his screen to your eyes to show his number on there, clear as day. You paused and eyed it, realizing he was now giving you his contact information. After a short relocation, you scurried to type the number into your own phone.

“Text me the day you decide to show up so I can open the school’s door for you” He immediately tucked his phone away after he saw you put in the last few digits.

“Gotcha, I’ll see you” You smiled at him. For the first time, you actually gleamed at him. You notice Law choke back ever so slightly before nodding to strut off to whatever class he has awaiting for him—unless that is, he was going to skip again.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

“And then I told Marco he’s kind of weird for that, but It was funny so it didn’t matter. Besides, the entire basketball team is kind of weird”

There you were, uncomfortable in Ace’s scattered room while he rambled on and on about his day stranded at home. You didn’t know how you got here in this situation when you just passed by to check in on his injuries, but his absence did take a slight toll.

“So that makes you a weirdo then?” You were sitting on the chair of his desk with crossed arms. Ace paused in his tracks for a moment.

“No, I’m awesome” He dramatically ran his fingers through his brunette locks.

“Awesome people don’t get grounded”

“Hey!” Ace throws a pillow at you only to receive a blossom of giggles out of you.

“Hey, by the way,” You relaxed your fit of laughter at Ace’s voice.

“Your wrist. What is that?” He asked. You gave him a dumbfounded expression before he lazily gestured at your inked wrist. You had completely forgotten about it since you arrived at his place.

“Oh, just a doodle” You replied. You weren’t completely lying but you avoided anything further.

“Lemme see!” Ace eagerly rolled out of his bed, which he once collapsed in after his pillow attack, to snatch your arm.

“Hey, you fuck-!”

“Law?”

Ace’s words, and also grip, made you snatch your arm away from his hands. You rubbed the area he had his calloused hands around.

“First of all, use your manners!” You scolded. “Second of all, it’s none of your business”

You slid your sleeve over the marked jolly roger. Ace began to teasingly laugh at you, finger-pointed and everything. He collapsed his body, once again, on his unkempt bed.

“Look who’s getting action while I’m not at school!” Ace gleamed. You were ready to throw a neighboring item at his face, which was an entire desk.

“We just met, idiot!” You scolded once again. Ace gave you a doubtful look.

“So he just mysteriously drew on your wrist, (F/N)? C’mon”

“Fine! We kind of talked and hung out during my English period”

Ace’s teasing, older brother attitude finally sunk under your skin. He noticed your cheeks slowly pigment at the topic of the moment you shared with the tanned, tatted boy.

“Be honest, do you think he’s cute?” Ace asked. At this point, you’d be talking to one of your girl friends than Ace judging his tone.

“I mean…” You played with your nails. “He’s sort of cute”

You admitted. Ace gasped at your response. That dark clouded judgment of how he was an asshole and very rude began to clear out the more you spoke with him. Sure, he had a playful demeanor but after that genuine smile that was carved in his lips when he played his heart away was different to you. You began to wonder if it was too good to be true.

“But I’m sure he has a partner or something already” You dismissed. You saw Ace’s cheesy smile collapse.

“That’s so cliche of you” Ace grumbled.

“I’m serious!”

“Be a homewrecker then!”

You jolted at Ace’s words, completely baffled. This time, you scrambled around to find an object to throw. You settled on a random stress ball in the shape of a basketball. It seemed as if it was a token of his away games. Chucking it at Ace, he let it hit him while he laughed manically.

“I’m not going to be a homewrecker, asshole!” Ace hadn’t stopped laughing.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He steadied his breathing that was inflicted by his own humor.

“Where did you even come to that conclusion?” He asked. Ace had a major point. You randomly came up with an assumption to dismiss your own delusions.

“C‘mon, a bunch of people these days would be attracted to a guy like him” Ace held back laughter when you saw his lips quiver.

“Sounds like you’re one of those people”

“Portgas D. Ace! Enough!” You yelled, causing a mountain of laughter to spew out of Ace’s mouth.

Ace relaxed his laughter and fixated his eyes on the analog clock that sat on his nightstand. The time almost gave him a heart attack, it seems. He quickly jolted up from his bed and didn’t hesitate on throwing your backpack at you.

“Hey-!”

“It’s almost four, Garp is about to come home! Get the hell out!” Ace dragged you outside his room and straight to the front door. Ace practically gave you whiplash, but at least he was decently nice enough to meet you at the front door.

“What happened to your awesomeness, huh?” You teased. Ace replied with a playful glare and shove outside.

“It’s right up your coward ass. See ya, (F/N)” He slammed the door, leaving you on the front porch alone. You laughed under your breath from Ace’s reaction.

You eyed your phone as you trotted down the steps to enter your vehicle. Nothing super major stood out, besides one. Underneath all the random notifications and emails was a following notification.

Piratesgram:

traf.heart_law followed you!

You were taken back, wondering how he even found your infamous social media page. You opened the notification to which panned to the app itself. You scrolled through his own page before following him back mutually. He didn’t have much. His profile picture was a semi-side profile of him with a mic in front of his lips. You eyed his bio.

Musician / Medical student

this is kind of boring

i don’t do tattoo appointments

You didn’t spot anything indicating that he was in a relationship, panning back to the conversation you and Ace shared. You swiped through each post. Most of it consisted of his music and art pieces. Occasional self-portraits here and there, but they were those kinds of mirror pictures where his phone covered his face. Still no sign of a partner.

‘Why does that even matter, (F/N)?’ You scolded yourself.

Before you could reciprocate his following, you noticed the highlighted ring around his profile picture. Finally, you opened it. It was one post that consisted a group of guys you weren’t quite fond of. They all looked like they were in preparation for a musical performance in the familiar music room. Two people looked like they were having a side conversation, but you couldn’t quite make out their faces.

“can never get anything done with these idiots” The caption read.

“Right, band practice…” You murmured.

With that, you finally followed him back. Despite him being the first one to make a move, you felt a wave of nerves course through your veins after giving him that notification.

You focused all your attention on getting back home after secretly being at Ace’s during his house arrest week. You feared you’d be in the same boat as him if Garp snaked to your mother that you were at Ace’s during his sentence. Luckily, you didn’t see his familiar car pull in when you left.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

Your mother placed a steaming plate of your favorite dinner in front of you. You felt your mouth water at the sight of it, not hesitating on flipping your utensils in your fingers to dig in.

“It’s hot, hon. Careful” She warned soothingly. You gave her a nod and decided to pass the time with your phone, which was entirely normal in this generation.

You opened the infamous social media app and saw Law’s profile highlighted again. You formed a small smile and opened it to see someone recording the band together. You heard the music harmonized together while someone sang proudly in front. You kept your eyes on Law, who was still playing that infamous guitar from earlier. He had a mic in front of his mouth as well as the other guitarist. Law played as backup vocals and you could faintly hear his familiar singing voice behind the lead vocalist.

The song wasn’t entirely foreign to you, but it wasn’t a song you’ve heard online. It reminded you of the song you caught the boy playing before you walked inside the music room. You enjoyed the fuller version of the song as much as you did when Law was simply playing his part, if not more. You thought it wouldn’t hurt to like his video considering it was quite literally music to your ears.

“Who’s that?” A voice startled you to the point you almost felt your heart stop. You breathed out heavily from the sheer terror.

“A guy from school, mom” You exhaled. She noticed that she startled you and couldn’t help but giggle.

“Be careful~” She cooed. You immediately caught on to what she was insinuating and immediately dropped both your fork and phone on the marbled island.

“Not like that, Mom! Don’t be like Ace, please” You picked at your plate with the fork. “He was so annoying about it”

Your remark made her laugh under her breath. She just rolled her eyes and served herself her own plate of food, packaging the rest away as leftovers for days to come.

“Then stop gawking at him and eat your dinner”

Your dinner was left untouched and you noticed. You eyed Law long enough for your food to cool down for consumption instead of the molten temperature it was once at. You grumbled in defeat and stuffed your face with the food.

After you cleaned your plate with your own appetite, you did your mother a favor and clean the dishes that were once used for her delectable dish. You shook your soaked hands in the sink to semi-dry them out. You felt your mother place a kiss on your head.

“Tomorrow, I need you to grab some groceries and other essentials” Your mother cooed. Your expression, which was once pleased by her gentle kiss, darkened at her after basically saying her weekend was ruined with errands.

“It’s the weekend, Mom. Do you have any pity?” You jokingly groaned to the woman that was about to rest her busy head in her master bedroom upstairs.

“No, but you’ll always love this witch you call a mother” She smiled, reciprocating the same humorous demeanor that you initiated. You exhaled in laughter.

“Goodnight, hon. Don’t sleep too late. I love you” With that, she disappeared by the steps that lead to her sacred room.

“I won’t, Mom. I love you, too”

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✎ ❝ BOOM chapter 3!! FIRSTLY the gradient text is probably the best thing i ever did in this novel because it. is. GORG!!! speaking of, i hope you enjoyed the little music i added. a few moments ago i blogged how i made a playlist for the novel so i’ll definitely link it sometime soon. now that i revealed laws talent (and literally the whole reason i wrote this story LOL) there’s going to be more songs and duets between you and traffyyyy! again, tysm for the immense support i get all happy and giggly when i see anyone message me or like my stuff you don’t understandddd! lastly, since i uploaded 2 chapters today, i think imma skip a day from writing cuz WOO this was a lot. i also realized how easier it is to edit on my pc rather than my phone (｡´╹A╹｀｡) ANYWAY i love you guys SOSO MUCH STAY SWEETTT!! ❞

All licensing and ownership belong to Eiichiro Oda

#one piece x reader #op x reader #op #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #traffy #law x reader #law fanfic #fanfic #x reader

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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year

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Interview Nerves–Keys

I looked around the room, my nerves jumping around like they were inside a bounce house. I looked down, unable to stop my hands from shaking.

I knew how important this interview could be for our game, but I'd much rather be doing this over the phone. I tried taking slow breaths to calm my nerves like Keys taught me, but it was useless.

I glanced up to see Keys perfectly calm as they put his mike on. He was smiling widely, talking to the assistant. Keys and I have been best friends since we were little, completely inseparable. We grew up coding our own games. Eventually, one of them became an actually decent game.

We workshopped it and just sold it to Soonami. When Antwon first reached out to us about buying our game, it took a lot of debating and questions before we finally decided to sell it to him.

"Does your mic feel okay?" Someone asked me.

"Oh umm, yes," I struggled to answer. "I'm fine. Thank you."

"This is going to be great for our game!" Keys laughed. He looked over, his smile slightly faltering when he saw me nervously playing with my hands.

"Do I look okay?"

"Of course," he said instantly. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"I don't know if I can do this," I whispered. He jumped out of his chair and was in front of me in seconds. He reached forward and gently grabbed my hands in his.

"Hey," he whispered, "you are going to be amazing."

"I can't do this, Keys," I said shakily. "I'm not meant to be in front of the camera. I sit behind my computer all day, writing codes and building games. Not. . . this."

"Y/N," he whispered, "I am going to be right next to you the entire time."

"Promise?" I asked under my breath.

"I promise."

* * * * *

"We never dreamt this would've happened," Keys laughed. "I mean, Life Itself, it's essentially a fishbowl game. People aren't playing it, they're watching it grow. It's a strictly observational experience where computer-generated characters interact and evolve. I thought we'd be lucky to give it away."

"That's what's so charming about Keys," I sighed and gently cut him off, "he's clueless about his own genius."

"No, Y/N is the genius," Keys corrected. "She built the AI engine from the ground up."

"So, to get a little personal," she said slowly, "what's the thing that gets you up in the morning?"

"Medium coffee, cream, two sugars," I said instantly. I glanced at Keys to see him already watching me. The way he was smiling made my heart do a little flip. I resisted the urge to clear my throat as I looked anywhere but at my best friend.

"What's the other thing? Oh, yeah. An insatiable thirst for validation."

"She's not kidding," Keys laughed.

"I'm not," I added quickly.

"How about you?" The interviewer asked Keys.

"Code," he answered instantly.

"Code?" She asked

"Code," I copied, teasing him.

"Code, yeah," Keys chuckled.

"Here we go," I sighed.

"Cause it's not just zeros and ones," Keys continued seriously, "it's hidden messages. I like to think of myself, actually, as not a code writer, but an author. I just use zeros and ones instead of words cause words will let you down. But zeros and ones, never. Zeros and ones are as cool as shit."

"He's not kidding."

"I'm not."

I don't know why but something about the way the interviewer was smiling at Keys made my once fluttering stomach, turn sour.

"No, I've gotta ask," she said, pretending to sound like she was hesitating. "There is a lot of chemistry between the two of you. Has this evolved into more than that?"

Keys and I looked at each other with matching red faces. We opened and closed our mouths, unable to figure out what to say.

"Well," I said under my breath.

"We're just. . ." Keys struggled.

"Friends?" I asked. "I mean. . . We've been friends for, like, ever, but. . ."

"That's not to say that we don't. . ." I held my breath, waiting for Keys to finish his thought.

When he didn't, I whispered, "We don't?"

It felt like we were both holding our breaths as we stared into each other's eyes. I saw someone move out of the corner of my eye, a different kind of embarrassment swallowing me.

"We should talk about this later," I whispered, turning back to the smiley interviewer.

"Definitely," Keys said under his breath.

Throughout the rest of the interview, Keys and I blushed whenever we made eye contact. Things were a little tense for the rest of the interview. The tension changed, filling with relief when things started to wrap up.

"Well, thank you both for coming," she smiled.

"Thank you for having us," Keys said politely.

Things were still awkward as the crew took the mics back. I could feel Keys watching me as I slipped on my jacket, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was too embarrassed. So, instead, I avoided it. I started to leave when he caught up to me.

"Y/N," he whispered, grabbing my wrist. "Can we go get a cup of coffee?"

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I should probably get home before. . ."

"Please," he gently cut me off. "There are just some things I need to say to you."

* * * * *

Keys and I went to grab a coffee before walking around the park. Neither one of us said anything during the first few minutes. Keys finally broke the silence when we hit the one-mile mark.

"I wanted to talk to you about what the interview brought up," he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a nearby bench.

"Keys. . ."

"Please let me get this out," he gently cut me off. "I think she was right. We've been best friends our entire lives. There is a chemistry between us, one that I can't ignore anymore. I know this is risky but I have to say it. Y/N, I care about you. A lot. More than just as your best friend should. I care about. . ."

"I love you, Keys," I blurted out.

"I love you too," he chuckled.

Keys reached up and gently cupped my face. I held my breath as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The sparks went crazy as our lips touched. We slowly broke the kiss, both of our faces bright pink.

"Your hand is warm," I whispered, making Keys laugh.

"That would be because of the coffee."

#keys #Walter keys mckeys #free guy #free guy imagine #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader

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trashpandacraft · 10 months

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when we last saw our hero (me, in this instance), they had just run out of photos on their sheep and wool post because apparently the accursed tumblr app has a ten-photo limit. fear not, though, because now i'm on my actual computer!

so: bendigo sheep and wool pt ii: the fibre!!

i bought a couple silk hankies, because i've never spun one before and it sounded fun, and they were cheap. couldn't find any undyed, alas, but surely someone on the internet does that, right?

i also bought some dyed mulberry silk. i've got some tussah that i'm going to dye, but these were pretty and relatively inexpensive, and i'm a sucker.

aaaaaand then i bought some sari silk, which i've never used before! several of you have been doing some gorgeous stuff with sari silk recently, though, and i'm a copycat, so here we are.

i have no idea why my phone decided that all of these needed to have ~depth~ added to the shots, but i'm not hauling all of this out again, so here we are. you get the vibe.

i also got a little coil of bamboo fibre, because i've never spun bamboo on its own before. (i don't know if i'll actually spin this on its own or if i'll blend it, but now i have the option!)

i also got a thing of optim fibre (incredibly poorly formatted post from 2011, but explanatory), which i've never used before—it's merino that's been processed to stretch it out, making it even finer and softer. it's sort of weird to touch—it feels more like silk or created fibres than it does wool, but it seemed like it would be fun to try.

moving on to even more exciting stuff, we bought some castledale top. castledale isn't a breed yet, but is being developed as one, and i've heard that it's a delight to spin.

obviously it was important that we get both the plain and the kind with silk in it.

and, see, that was important because we hadn't yet done the most exciting thing we did all weekend, which was finding some gorgeous, affordable, locally made hand combs!

if you're in australia and want fibre tools, you should absolutely check out their website, and honestly, even if you're not, the shipping might be worth it. they were so, so nice, and the tools we got there are just gorgeous. (they're less yellow than this, in person, but my phone doesn't play nicely with the purple light in my bedroom at eleven p.m.)

we ended up getting mini combs, because as we were talking, the guy who makes them noticed my heavily kt-taped wrist and pointed out that the mini combs are less wear on your wrists, which sold me.

they also had some wonderfully designed lazy kates, which will hopefully let me avoid ever having to do this again.

the cleverest part is that it flat packs—the bobbin holders just lift out, and the orifice (it has an orifice!!) is held in place by the little screw up front. the tension is controlled by turning the knob, just like on a spinning wheel.

can't say enough about what lovely people they were, and i'm so excited to have enough fine motor control that it feels safe to assemble the cards. this weekend, hopefully.

and you might be thinking 'ok but are you just like...using those for blending?' and the answer would be no!! because we also bought these!

i went in thinking 'oh, i'm going to get something that's not an incredibly fine wool,' but like...what was i thinking? we're in australia. the only thing anyone produces here is fine wools! which isn't at all a complaint, because this looks gorgeous. so we got 1.5 kilos of corrie, and 1.7 of a bond/merino cross. the cross in particular looks absolutely stunning, and i cannot wait to start playing with them.

the rather elderly (80-ish?) woman working at the north east yarns booth gave us a lengthy talk about spinning in the grease, which i might try. one of the really interesting things to me here was that i've only ever looked at raw fleeces in the northeastern us before now, where the weather concerns are...uh, somewhat different? these fleeces don't have the dirt that i've seen on raw fleece before, just dusty bits—they're almost more like what i would associate with alpaca with regards to actual dirt/vm, but with bonus lanolin. so that's a nice bonus, and makes the idea of spinning in the grease was less offputting. (yes, i know that you can buy cleaner fleeces in the united states, too, and you can coat your sheep or have dry weather or whatever, but that's not an experience that i personally have had.)

this concludes (mostly) the list of things i bought at sheep and wool (also i bought slippers), and illustrates both why i cannot be trusted and also incredible restraint on my part.

#shopping #spinning #fibre #fiber #bendigo sheep and wool #seriously it was the best day ever #and this will keep us busy for many many many hours #some people golf right?#i have a nice normal eco-friendly hobby where you spend a bunch of money once and then you're good for six months or so #unless something else interesting shows up and you're not good anymore but that's hardly the point #smartest raccoon i know

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lovebirdgames · 9 months

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Sorry if someone's already asked, but do you think a mobile/android release'll ever happen? I'm just curious! I don't have a computer that actually works, and would love to experience this game for myself in some way!

btw, thank you guys so much for turning the joys of marching band into a otome game to begin with, I was so happy when I first saw posts about this game, you have no idea!

No, sorry...creating a mobile port would probably be nightmarish. They tend to be very buggy, you have to keep them updated because of the constant phone updates, would have to pay Apple's annual fee to be on the app store, and not to mention our wide screen stuffed with characters would look pretty bad on a tiny screen.

I'm not even sure phones would be able to run it...back when I made a game for my old job, they suddenly decided they wanted it to work on tablets and the tablets simply weren't strong enough to do so. I'd rather devote my time to creative pursuits rather than troubleshooting technology for the rest of my days.

I am sorry you can't play it though. As a Mac user, I do know the feeling with my Steam library full of PC games I can't play, but I keep telling myself "Someday." I hope you'll be able to play it someday, too!

And you're welcome!! Marching band seriously needs more love!!!

#ask bcb

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lyon-amore · 2 years

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Mr and Mrs Liars Prologue Part 2

⚠️ ATTENTION ⚠️ This story will contain spoilers for chapter 10, do not read if it is not finished

Phil x Fem!MC x Jake

Recommended age 16 years (****************************************) Flashback

Part 1 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put the phone in my jacket pocket and put my hands in there too, looking around the crowd for him. He'll show up. I'm sure. I try to calm down by remembering everything we had been through during those two years together. How happy it made me when he came to my house by surprise. Yes, that is. I have to stay calm. Thinking of what we've been through will calm me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When he stayed at my house, I always had that feeling that he would leave without saying goodbye because of his stubbornness in not wanting to arouse suspicion among his enemies. I woke up as usual and, like every morning, I checked to see if his backpack was at the foot of the bed. I smiled when I saw it. He always left her by my side, as if he wanted to tell me that he was still there. I grabbed the shirt I had left on the floor and put it on, finally getting up from the bed. Everywhere you could smell the aroma of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee in the house. How well my boyfriend looked after me. I left the room heading to the kitchen, where he was sitting on the stool, having breakfast with his computer. I rolled my eyes, exasperated that he couldn't stop working for a second. I approached carefully, wanting to surprise him. "Good morning," I whispered, planting a small kiss on his shoulder. He snapped the computer screen shut. I found it quite strange. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he teased, turning the stool around so he could look at me. "How did you sleep?" "Well…" I bit my lip, then smiled mischievously, "If you call that sleeping." "You looked gorgeous tonight." He brushes a lock of my hair aside, tucking it behind my ear. "Every morning you always tell me the same thing, did you know that?" I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. “Because I am right.” "No.” "Yes." "You don't have it.” "Believe me, I do.” We kiss passionately. I notice how he places his hands on my hips, lowering slowly. And in that beautiful moment, my mobile rang. "God…" I say under my breath, ignoring it. "Pick it up.” "I don't want to.” "MC, come on, don't worry." He pulls away slowly, taking my hand. "We've got the whole weekend.” I sigh and give him a loving little squeeze before letting go. "I'm going to hate you for making me pick up my phone." "I don't think you can." He winks at me and goes back to the computer again. I hated my boss for calling me on the weekend. Didn't he know what it was like to let employees have a life of their own? He kept insisting that I do an article about Hannah and the heroine who saved her. I hated that. He wanted to get promoted me if I wrote an article about how I investigated my friend's kidnapping and the secrets she had kept. Every time he raised more and more the salary, but I refused. I'd rather do small things in the paper than sell Hannah. Later he changed the subject saying that I had to attend some little contest of who I knew what was playing, if dogs; of girls making the dreams of their mothers come true; an event in a neighborhood, like, for example, a water party where they always end up fighting because someone throws a bucket on their head... For me, those were not stories that I wanted. I turned off the mobile and put it in the drawer of my bedside table, giving it a sign of 'Stay there stored'. I wasn't going to let us be bothered again. Once again, I went back to the kitchen, but Jake was gone. He surely would be in the guest room. I went in search of him and entered slowly, avoiding distracting him. "That's it, free for both of us." I sit on the bed and wait for him to look at me. He seemed pretty focused now that he'd forgotten I was there. "Jake, is everything okay?” "Yes, everything under control." he replied in a monotone, as if he were talking to someone else. "Hey, you can tell me anything." I clasp my hands in my lap and lean forward a little, looking at him. He turns and I smile at him lovingly. "You know that, right?” "I know, don't worry." He plants a small kiss on my lips and returns to the computer. I try to stay calm. It wasn't the first time he forgot why he was supposed to be in my house, to get some rest and forget he was in any danger. He did his best to make his involvement with me a blur because of the false information Lilly had offered, angry that she thought I was the one who had kidnapped her sister. She agreed, taking a heavy load as well. They offered me to sue her for slander, but I refused. "Okay, so I'm going to have breakfast and then I'll take a shower." I said, getting up from the bed. “All right.” He says without looking at me. It annoys me a little, but… It's Jake's life, isn't it? I didn't know how to get him to rest without me having to get in front of the computer. **************************************** The sun was beginning to hide. The light reflected off the tall buildings, blinding me with the lightning bolts that jumped from one place to another. I change the bench and look at the clock in the square. 7:00 p.m. My head begins to spin. Has he forgotten because of work? But he would have replied to the message I sent him with ‘I'm very sorry, I'm preparing a vagueness for a couple of police officers.’ along with a wink emoticon. Or simply a ‘I could not do it, they were watching closely, we will have to leave it’. But nothing. Not a message. Neither confirmation nor denial. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC Can you tell me at least what you're doing? I don't want to be one of those annoying girlfriends, but I think that when you promise something, you should at least let me know why you're late, right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Too aggressive, I must calm the message. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC I'm just worried Please Jake, tell me you're alright at least I need to know that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I sigh looking at the screen of the mobile. In it, I don't have the photo of my boyfriend as I would like it to be. I couldn't even have a photo with his face on the cell phone. Just a photo of our intertwined hands, while, in the background unfocused, one of those bad movies that we liked to watch so much to laugh. Since he had hardly had time in years to watch movies, he didn't have any favorites except 'Ghostbusters'. God... We didn't even go to the cinema... We weren't a regular couple. This was supposed to be a change for the two of us, to be together and not see each other every few months. **************************************** We had decided to search the internet for a movie that we had not seen and had the worst possible rating. I don't even remember the movie, just how we ended up kissing on the couch, forgetting we were watching anything. He pulls away and stares at me, his thumb caressing my lips. I blushed at me, my lips curving into a shy smile. "I was so lucky to meet you." he whispers, his voice deeply sexy. "I could say the same." I kiss his thumb before we kiss again. Seconds later, we are interrupted by a kind of alarm. I look at Jake in surprise. "What is that?" "It's the computer." he stands up, leaving me lying on the couch. "What?" I sit up and follow him, confused. "Have you had the computer on all this time?" He leans over to look at it, ignoring me. I know he doesn't mean it badly, but I worry about him. I wait leaning against the door for him to finish, but he ends up sitting on the chair. “Jake?” I call him, trying to get him to react at least by his name, “Jake, aren't we supposed to watch a movie in peace? Do you remember? I leave my mobile and you leave your computer. “ “I know, I'm sorry.” he apologizes, typing a few times. I could've gone to my room. I could have gone to the living room to watch the movie by myself. But my blind love made me stay in that room, lying on the bed waiting for him to finish. I ended up falling asleep while listening to how he typed. Sometimes he let out little curses, other times he was happy. I just kept waiting... As always. I felt a hand stroking my hair and I slowly opened my eyes. I saw Jake, sitting on the floor next to me, stroking my hair. "I'm sorry," he tells me, with his voice hurt. "I got a bit distracted.” I sit up in bed, brushing my hair out of my eyes. I didn't know what to say to him. Or maybe yes. "What are we doing?" I ask him rhetorically, hurt. "This is not working." Jake sighs and decides to sit down on the bed with me. He grabs my hand and traces circles on the back of it. I don't dare look at it. "Sorry, I know I've screwed up." I look at him a little out of the corner of my eye, at least from his expression, I know he's telling the truth. "You wanted us not to be distracted from our jobs and I messed up.” "Let's stop lying to each other, ok?" I say harshly, "Jake, you don't have a 'job', all you do is collect things that put you in danger. Do you know what worries me about this?!" "I know, but I'm doing it because-" "It's not for my safety, Jake, it's for you." I look at him, frowning. "I don't care if what you do is right or wrong, but you know? I want you to tell me at least, I want not to have to worry every time you leave home and wait for months." "I wish there was a way to make it up to you, MC." I know... I know he means it... He's not lying to me. "But I don't know how, I don't know how to make it possible for me to find a way to make you happy. Only this one comes to mind. Come whenever I can to be with you."He brings both of his hands up to my face, caressing my cheeks. I bite the inside of her cheek, being careful with my words. "There's always a way," I replied, hurt, "the problem is that you wouldn't like the answer, you would refuse, but you know? I don’t care. I've begged you so many times, but you refuse to listen." "I always listen to you, don't say that." "Then if you do why are we still here? Tell me." He slowly lowers his hands and I try to keep from crying. I wouldn't mind having the same life as him at all. What would happen? Is the government after me? I wouldn't mind if it was for him. Everything I have ever done has been for him. And I already told him once. "I'm going to my room." I get up from the bed, slowly. He doesn't stop me. He doesn't hold my hand or say, 'Okay, let's run now while we can. Trust me'. I want to hear him say it. I need it. The next day, that conversation was forgotten and we returned to our normal, as if nothing had happened. Ignorance was what we did best when things were wrong. Better to live a life believing that it is okay than to seek a real solution for it. **************************************** I hug myself frozen and pull up the hood of my jacket to cover myself from the cold. Looking at the clock, I notice that it is one o'clock in the morning. It was amazing that I had been waiting twelve hours. Surely, work had come first. He had put it before me.A policeman looks at me and comes closer. "Everything okay? Do you need help, miss?" "Yeah, everything's fine, thanks." I smiled at him, getting up from the bench. I adjust my backpack and grab my phone. Sending the latest message. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC I told you I'd be mad forever Well you've made it... Thank you for everything Jake. Thanks for making me feel like I can do whatever I set my mind to. Even if you don't do the same Because I thought that you would keep your promise But the way that discussion went, I know you'd rather keep me out of all that dangerous life than want to take a chance on me. Goodbye, Jake. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At this time it will be difficult to find a transport. Shit… Damn…. Shit, shit… I start crying. I didn't want to do it. My cheeks freeze from my tears, but I don't care. I don't care about everything. I pick up my phone and look up Jessy's name. I need to talk to a friend… I didn't even think about how late it was. "Yes, MC?" She answers half asleep "Are you two already far away or what?” I wanted to reply normally, but a sob escaped me. I didn't want her to hear me like this. "MC! What happen? " "He didn't come... " "What?!” "Jake hasn't come, Jessy." I try not to stumble walking slowly, it's impossible for me to see anything "I told him if he didn't show up I'd be mad and it would be over and… He didn't show up. I haven't received any message, I don't understand it. Where he is? Why don't he answer? What if something happened to him? What do I do? I can't call the police! I can't find out what happened!" "Okay, okay, you need to calm down." She sounds clear and nervous. Maybe she should have waited tomorrow "Where are you?” "In the link that I passed you.” "Okay, eh… Look, I have an idea, I can ask Phil to pick you up and bring you to my home, I'll prepare the sofa for you, you rest and the next morning we'll talk to everyone, what do you think? ” "I don't know, I don't want your brother to get mad at me because you ask him to... " "Trust me, I'm sure he'd like to know." "Why?” "Because he owns a bar, do you think he's not used to hearing people cry?" I laugh. I know why she want to do it. But it's not going to work. “I don't think he's coming for me.” "You'll see how it will go if I tell him that your asshole boyfriend has broken your heart." "Ex-boyfriend.” "So it's official?" "I don't know..." Was it? I had given him thousands of opportunities. What could I think of him now? "I just want him to show up to explain to me why he hasn't come… I only ask for that. " "You'll see how he'll show up and tell you!" Sounds animated on the other side of the line and it infects me "And we'll let the boys, especially Dan who wants to, give him the punch of his life for having deluded you.” "No violence, Jessy." "You know I'm kidding" she giggles. But I'm not sure. "Now I'm sending him the message, you'll see how soon he'll be there. Besides... He was already looking forward to seeing you again." I rolled my eyes. At least it cheers me up. "Thank you Jessy." "That's what friends are for! I'm going to prepare everything for you to be comfortable See you soon!" "See you soon..." I hang up and wait on a bench, making sure no one is around. Shortly after, I get a message. My heart jumps a little thinking that it could be Jake, who finally answers me! It has to be him! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Phil Jessy told me a certain princess needs a carriage. ;) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A sad smile escapes my lips. I can't stop crying anyway. Although Jessy and Phil cheer me on, I can't stop crying. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC You don't have to come get me if you don't want to It was Jessy's idea after all You don't have to feel obligated Phil Of course I want to It can't be that at this time you're on the street And what if something happens to you? MC Oh Well as you want Phil A little enthusiasm Something tells me we're not okay, huh? MC No We are not doing very well to say Phil Then rightly so you shouldn't be alone I'll tell Dan to run the barKeep out of the cold in the meantime MC Okay Phil I'll try to get there as soon as possible I won't be long ;) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reading that Dan will take care of the bar reminds me of how hard it was for me to try to forgive him after he reported him to the police. I had to drag Dan and I had to beg Phil. It was a real chaos. They sat down to talk about how much they each knew about alcoholic beverages and their preparation. I didn't know anything, with the wine on special occasions it was enough for me. Afterward, Phil's smile seemed sadistic. I think he liked the idea of wanting to be his boss so he could torture him for what he did. That expression scared me. And I think Dan too. I look around and find an ATM where I can take refuge. I sit on the cold ground, hugging my knees. I pick up my phone, rereading Jake's last conversation. Reading his latest message. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake All right, I won't be long. :) See you tomorrow. I love you MC. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Liar... " I cry again, gripping my phone tightly. I could rip it into a thousand pieces right now and not care. I raise my hand, ready to do so, but the more I think about it, the more I remember that at any moment he could send me a message. "Three days… I'll give you three days…" I whisper, hoping that if only a miracle would happen and I would get a message from him. Also, I can't control myself. All I feel is sadness and discomfort, wanting to leave it all behind and wishing him never came into my life. If there were always complications between us why had I denied it to myself for that simple message? I'm a stupid. Naive. If he kept secrets from me before, obviously he was going to keep doing it. Are these thoughts too cruel? Perhaps I’m exaggerating? I get a call and I look up, again with false hope that I'm still being fooled.Phil. "Hello…" "Hi," he sounds calm, almost worried after hearing me speak, "where are you?" "I-I'm at an ATM." I can feel my voice trembling. I had wished that caller was Jake. I am crying again. "Okay, I see you, I'm going to look for you." he says in a rush. I hang up and put the phone in my pocket. It may seem dramatic to anyone who saw me, but how long had I wanted this dream to come true? I can't calm down, I'm tired, cold and wanting to punch Jake for failing me. Surely he didn't even dare to tell me that he had failed me because he knew that he would make me angry, he will wait for things to calm down and again say 'Sorry'. I'm tired of hearing such a common word from him, why didn't he just hold out his hand to me directly and say 'Let's go far away'? Sounds ridiculous when I think about it. I hug myself tighter. It's like I've lost a part of myself all over again. "Let's go home, M.C." I completely freeze at those words. Because they weren't from whom he most expected.I look up to see Phil standing up, offering his hand to pull me up. I sob and wipe my tears away. "He's not coming, is he?" It seemed as if I was asking him, but actually I was asking myself. "I take it some bastard left you like this, huh?" I finally accept her hand and she helps me up. "Is it that noticeable?" I ask, trying to keep my hood from falling down so he can't see my pained expression. "I'm a graduate of being one," I let out a laugh, trying to calm myself a bit. I always thought it was funny that he would share these kinds of jokes with me. "You're going to freeze here and you shouldn't cry for someone who has hurt you." "I don't think I'll ever get over it." "In time you will." He smiles at me and gently pulls me to follow. I nod and follow him. In time I don't think I'll forget him, not until I know what's happened to him. <<Jake, please, even if it's because you want to leave me because you thought it was better not to put me in danger, show up. I need to know you're okay...>> *Jake POV* I try to stand up, leaning my back against the wall. My head hurts from the blow they gave me, how long have I passed out? Shit! MC must be worried! I get up slowly and the door opens. Three men walk in, the middle one snaps his fingers and the one to his right hits me in the stomach with a gun. Was it necessary? "Fuck… er… what was that for?" I complain, holding myself with one hand on the wall and the other on my stomach. "So you're the man who was after my guys." The middle one, the one I take to be the boss, lights a cigar and looks me up and down. "You are fast, it has cost us to follow you.” "Well, your guys know how to hit well" I reply, putting my hand to my head remembering the hit. “It's so well trained.” He snaps again and the one on the left hits me in the stomach again. I can't stand screaming in pain "So you like to break into other people's computers?” “Sneaking in is…” I try to stand up again, looking at him defiantly. ”A bit of a mundane word for what we both do, right?” He approaches and releases the smoke of the cigar. I cough aside. I have never liked it. “It was difficult for us to know that we had someone spying on us. What organization do you work for?” “Self-employed.” One of the men wants to punch me, but the boss stops him. "It's okay to have a little humor, guys." He grabs my wrist and looks me in the eyes, furious. "Who were you going to meet with to give him the information?" "Is it so rare for a hacker to come out for air once in a while? I am human, not a robot." "I'll ask again." He takes out his cigar and stubs it out on the back of my hand, crying out in pain. "Where were you going in such a hurry before we found you?" Clearly I couldn't talk about MC, she didn't even know that after investigating the computer of a political candidate, I would come across information on these people. And I couldn't help but want to get everything I could from them. They were smarter than me. "You really don't believe me?" I clench my teeth, still in pain. "I'm being honest, with everything I know about you, you could say we're friends." I try to keep my sanity with jokes, not being intimidated. I straighten my back, showing him that I'm not afraid of him. A fourth person appears at the door, interrupting the interrogation. "It's impossible, there's nothing on the computer, it even crashes when we want to look at documents." "What?" I laugh, relieved. "What are you laughing at?" The man jumped out of nowhere grabbing me by the neck. Made a fury. "I just remembered that I took it to be repaired, that's why it won't turn on. " He slams me against the wall, stunning me. The computer would never turn on. Before leaving my hiding place, I had secured all the information on a USB, which, at the same time, was being used as a belt buckle. Never risk leaving everything in the hands of technology. Also, it was protected by a password, that in order to unlock it to put it on, you had to type in a code. Always have a 'B' plan. "You're very smart." His voice sounds proud, as if he were in front of a jewel. I think you will do a great job for me." "No thanks, I'd rather cut off my hands first." he replied, risking another blow. "I'm not asking you, I'm ordering you." I close my eyes, upset with the situation. I don't want to stain my hands with crimes that I'm not even committing. I'll keep trying to find a solution. And they will never know what the password to that computer is. I always took good care of you, away from everyone in this world. MC, you will always be my password. Chapter 1

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incoherentbabblings · 2 years

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I saw some of the wips of your Robin! Steph and Civie! Tim, and I thank you for giving the exact ‘what if’ fic in my head that I have been looking since I ventured in this fantastic paring. I absolutely in love with your fics, and this is just the part of the cherry on top. I love you and ur fics so muchkoisjioshios ❤️💜

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Thank you so much! I'm so pleased that you have read through all those wips! I just finished drafting Chapter 12 (of 19 or so) last night and it racked up to 8,000 words so hearing that someone is looking forward to it is wonderful. I really hope you enjoy it. If I keep up my current pace with the remaining chapters, it should be ready to go come the end of August. I just have to be sure with this one that it's all cohesive and good to go. But thank you so much for this, I'm so over the moon! So... another snippet for you? This is from Chapter Eight, where Steph has well and truly indoctrinated Tim :D

Watching Tim work, Stephanie very quickly gathered that he was not lying when he’d declared his experience in building computers. Hours had passed, and the sun had long set. Tim had brought a sandwich, then rather obsessively cleaned his hands. Has to be pristine, he’d said. Stephanie remained longer than she should have done. It was interesting to see.

“I can do it in my sleep at this point. I built my dad’s,” he explained, handling items with far more gentleness than Stephanie thought possible, but with a confidence that was endearing.

He had lovely hands.

“And before that,” he continued, lips screwing up as he realized he needed to change screwdriver heads, “Hudson’s, and then an old beat up one that I - maybe - stole parts from the recycling center for.”

“For shame, Timothy.”

He giggled, working away quietly. Taking a chance, Stephanie brought up some music on her phone to play quietly, and his face lit up.

“Enya?”

“I like her in the background when I’m studying.”

“She’s good for getting rid of my headaches,” Tim concluded. “When I would get them as a kid - I used to get really horrible ones, screaming kind of pain - Dad would swear she was better than Tylenol. Take me to his office, sit down with me on the sofa, and just hold me as we listened on his big music system. Worked miracles.”

Stephanie smiled fondly, trying to imagine Tim as a young boy. Gawkish, maybe. Fey, possibly. Sweet, enthusiastic, curious.

“You’re close with them, aren’t you?”

Tim looked embarrassed to admit it, shaking his head and looking bashful. “I wasn’t always. They used to travel a lot more for work. Everywhere and anywhere. They’d go on digs a lot too, leave me behind. Nanny after nanny at first. Then, when I was old enough, boarding school after boarding school. Then they were attacked. It’s terrible, but there’s nothing like almost dying to make you examine your lot in life.”

“That’s true…” She curled up on the bed, holding her knees. “I’ve never asked you about it.”

Tim was quiet, pretending to listen to the music. When he spoke, it was without sarcasm, without humor, without the gentleness she had come to associate with Tim.

“I was told on the phone what had happened. Went to the hospital, watching them in two seperate rooms. Mom was weaker. She’d had a higher dosage. The nurses spoke to me like they were already dead.”

“I’m sorry, Tim.”

He looked back at her, a bottle of cooling liquid in his hand. He looked hollowed out, tired.

“No-one understands. They think because they got better, the horror goes away. My mom can’t stand people touching her anymore, apart from me really. Too many people poking and prodding and intubation and needles and a biopsy… She won’t even let someone cut her hair anymore. Dad just wanted to forget it. Move on and never talk about it. Start fresh. New wife, new house…”

“What about you?”

His shoulders sagged. “Frightened for them. Still. If mom gets breathless, if Dad’s spine starts to hurt again. Grateful, that they recovered. But then. I feel guilty… So much guilt.”

“Because you weren’t with them?”

He nodded, then turned back around to work. “I think about it a lot; what would have happened if one or both of them had died. What would have happened to me? But then I feel selfish.”

His voice broke, and Stephanie reached out from her place of kneeling on her bed, and touched his back. She felt the shiver run up it, the muscles tighten.

“You stayed with Bruce for a while, right?”

“Yeah. Such a weirdo,” he scoffed. “He’s a good man. But…”

“Weird,” Stephanie concluded.

Tim worked a bit harder. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, “all I do is tell you sob stories.”

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lovemesomesurveys · 1 year

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What name do you go by? Stephanie.

Is that your real name or a nickname? It’s my real name. What day of the week is it? It’s Monday and it’s also Halloween. ~spooky time~ What does that mean you have to do today? All I’m doing is ordering a pumpkin shaped pizza, eating a ton of candy, and watching scary movies. Are you currently in the second story of a building? No, I live in a single story home.

Look past your computer screen, what's in front of you? My TV. Who was the last music artist you listened to a song by? I don’t remember at the moment. Have you driven anywhere today? I don’t drive. Have you ever written or drew something on a dollar bill? No. Have you ever found one with a phone # on it & called it? No. If so, what happened? -- What was your favorite childhood game to play with your friends? I liked playing house. Where did you get your favorite pet from? I only have one pet and we adopted her from a local shelter. Have you ever called animal control on anyone? No. What are your plans for the coming weekend? I don’t have any. Who was the last person you spoke to in person? My mom. Do you prefer wearing hoodies to coats? Yeah. Is there anything written on the shirt you are wearing? Just ‘Hello Kitty.’ Do you own a tie dyed shirt? I own a few. Did you make it yourself? No. Have you ever been to another continent? Nope. Have ever had more than $500 in cash on your person at one time? Yes. Do you ever go out of your way to avoid someone? Yes. What was your last voicemail about? It was an automated one from my pharmacy. Are you currently wearing a belt? No, I don’t wear belts. How many days is it until Christmas? 55 days. Will it be Christmas before it is your birthday? I’ve already had my birthday this year. How much was gas the last time you looked? Like 5-something, I think. Is there someone who would support you no matter what? My mom. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? I really don’t know. I pray it’s not the same situation I’m in now. If you got pregnant by the last person you hugged, what would that be like? Uh, she’s my aunt.... Is there any actual chance you could be pregnant right now? There’s zero chance that I am pregnant. Do you know how to make hemp jewelry? No. Do you still get carded when you try and buy things you're old enough to? Yeah. What was the last movie you bought? I don’t remember; I haven’t bought a movie in so long. What was the last movie you saw in theaters? The newest Doctor Strange movie. I normally would have been several times since then, but I was in the hospital for 3 months and I’m still bedridden at home. What was the last movie you watched by yourself? Halloween 4. Is there someone you'd drop everything for if you could see them right now? I’m able to see who I want to see right now. Do you think the drinking age in the US should be lowered to 18? No. What is your birthstone? Ruby. Do you know anyone fluent in a really uncommon language? No. Do you have any relatives who were born in another country? No. Would you rather visit Iceland for a week or Rome for a day? Iceland for a week. Do you kiss on the first date? I would if I felt it was right and comfortable enough to do so. What was the last thing to embarrass you? Hmm. Who was the last person you rode in a vehicle with? The transportation driver. What were you doing at this time yesterday? I was surprisingly asleep already. What was the last thing you cooked? I haven’t cooked since May, but it was probably ramen. It’s the only thing I cook besides stuff I can easily heat up in the microwave or throw in the oven. Do you believe most people are good people deep down? Most people, yes. Do you tend to hold grudges? No. Who was the last person to see you cry? My mom. When was the last time you slept in a bed with someone else? *shrug* When was the last time you slept in a bed not your own? During my hospital stay May-August. When was the last time you slept on something other than a bed? I don’t know. What is in your pockets right now? I don’t have any pockets. I never use them though anyway. What will you probably be doing at this time tomorrow? Likely the same thing. Who do you look more like, your dad or your mom? My mom. Do you get along with your parents usually? Yes. How do you feel about the last person you shared a kiss with? I don’t have romantic feelings for him anymore, but no bad feelings either. I hope he’s well. Where is your best friend at the moment? She’s asleep. Can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue? Nope. Are you an optimist? I’m Miss Pessimist. Describe your current mood: Right now I’m just tired.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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suckitsurveys · 1 year

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What name do you go by? Hannah.

Is that your real name or a nickname? It’s my real name. What day of the week is it? It’s Chewsday, innit?. What does that mean you have to do today? Work and then go swimming later. Are you currently in the second story of a building? I am, actually.

Look past your computer screen, what’s in front of you? The bulletin board behind my computer. Who was the last music artist you listened to a song by? Post Malone. Have you driven anywhere today? Yes, to work. Have you ever written or drew something on a dollar bill? Probably. Have you ever found one with a phone # on it & called it? I didn’t call it, but I found one with a number. If so, what happened? – What was your favorite childhood game to play with your friends? Ghost in the Graveyard and Capture The Flag. Where did you get your favorite pet from? We adopted Ramona from a shelter and Friday and Sake were Mark’s old neighbors’ cat’s kittens. Have you ever called animal control on anyone? Not “on” anyone, but I’ve called it because of an animal before. What are your plans for the coming weekend? The only thing set in stone is my niece’s last soccer game followed by a pizza party. Who was the last person you spoke to in person? My coworkers. Do you prefer wearing hoodies to coats? It depends on the weather. Is there anything written on the shirt you are wearing? No. Do you own a tie dyed shirt? I own a few. Did you make it yourself? No, but I want to. Have you ever been to another continent? Nope. Have ever had more than $500 in cash on your person at one time? Yes. Do you ever go out of your way to avoid someone? Yes. What was your last voicemail about? Some election crap. Are you currently wearing a belt? No.. How many days is it until Christmas? 54 days. Will it be Christmas before it is your birthday? I’ve already had my birthday this year. How much was gas the last time you looked? Like 5-something, I think. Is there someone who would support you no matter what? My husband. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? In our own home. If you got pregnant by the last person you hugged, what would that be like? I don’t care who I last hugged, that pregnancy would be yeeted. Is there any actual chance you could be pregnant right now? It’s entirely possible, sure, but I seriously doubt it. Do you know how to make hemp jewelry? Kinda. Do you still get carded when you try and buy things you’re old enough to? Yeah. What was the last movie you bought? Bought? Lol.. What was the last movie you saw in theaters? Bodies Bodies Bodies. What was the last movie you watched by yourself? Meet Cute. Is there someone you’d drop everything for if you could see them right now? Yes. Do you think the drinking age in the US should be lowered to 18? I think it’s a little ridiculous that you can go off and join the military but you can’t drink a beer.. What is your birthstone? Sapphire. Do you know anyone fluent in a really uncommon language? Maybe. Do you have any relatives who were born in another country? I don’t think so. Would you rather visit Iceland for a week or Rome for a day? Iceland for a week. Do you kiss on the first date? I have. What was the last thing to embarrass you? I don’t know. Who was the last person you rode in a vehicle with? My dad and my nieces. What were you doing at this time yesterday? Working. What was the last thing you cooked? I made couscous with pesto and artichokes for my lunches this week. Do you believe most people are good people deep down? Most people, yes. Do you tend to hold grudges? I’m holding two big ones right now but it’s not something I tend to do often. Who was the last person to see you cry? My husband. When was the last time you slept in a bed with someone else? Last night. When was the last time you slept in a bed not your own? About a month ago when Mark and I went to Starved Rock. When was the last time you slept on something other than a bed? I fell asleep on the couch the other night. What is in your pockets right now? Nothing. What will you probably be doing at this time tomorrow? Likely the same thing. Who do you look more like, your dad or your mom? My dad. Do you get along with your parents usually? Yes. How do you feel about the last person you shared a kiss with? I love him. Where is your best friend at the moment? They are all working as far as I know. Can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue? I think so. I haven’t tried in a while. Are you an optimist? I can be Describe your current mood: Sleepy and slightly annoyed.

#surveys #at work

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Symbols - Chapter 15

Warnings: None (I think) Word count: 1034

Masterlist

Chapter 14 | Chapter 16

The next week was filled with silence from my dad but talking to the boys whenever we got the chance. In one way or the next, we were communicating, whether it be Kenma and I playing games, being on a group call, the group chat constantly going off, hours of skype calls and then some, we had all fallen into the habit of talking. Nothing felt awkward or forced, but I could tell Bokuto, at the very least, wanted more out of this. School was simply there, I had to start paying attention in class now since we were no longer reviewing for me. Sakusa, Komori and I had grown closer. Not significantly, but the three of us were constantly seen together in the hallways and during lunch. Yet, I still felt empty. For some odd reason, I felt out of place here. Like I was disconnected from everyone around me, including myself. I can understand feeling disconnected from the student body, seeing how I moved half way through the school year. From myself, though?

It just felt unsettling, and even worse I couldn't pin point or figure out why.

No reasons arose to me, nothing was even a possibility as to why, and I still felt this way. Quite frankly, it was annoying more than anything. I just wanted to know why I felt this way, but I didn't. Komori wrapping his arms around my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts, making my body freeze up and curl in on itself.

"Sorry, I don't like being touched." Sakusa huffed out a form of a laugh while Komori pulled his arm away from me like he just touched the plague.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know! You were just so lost in thought and I didn't want you to walk into the people coming this way!" I forced out a laugh to ease his nerves.

"You're alright, rela-" But I was cut off by someone else talking.

"Komori, are you harassing people now?" I looked up and saw a boy with light brown hair and emerald green eyes. He looked similar to my father.

"Fumikawa! I don't harass people!" My blood ran cold at the sound of his last name, everything from earlier made sense and confirmed my sinking suspicion upon first glance.

"I have to head home, I'll see you guys tomorrow." I walked ahead quickly, glad that it was the end of the day. Komori yelled a farewell to me as I was already almost out the door.

My walk home took about a third of the time it usually does from just how fast I walked. My head was spinning, my father said nothing about him going to my school, though I shouldn't be surprised, seeing as how it was, what? A one in three chance of us going to the same school? I relaxed at the sight of my front door coming into view and rushed inside, everything was making my skin crawl. The material of my uniform especially. I took the steps two at a time up the stairs, itching to get out of my overwhelming uniform. It was as though someone had just wrapped my body in barbed wire, my nerve endings on fire and screaming at me to escape. My hands shook as I tried desperately to change, finally succeeding after the trial of buttons and changed into what I deemed my 'sensory comfort clothes,' Bo's old pair of volleyball shorts from middle school and my Howl's Moving Castle long sleeve shirt. I sighed out a saccharine breath, relief flooding most of my body as I tied my hair back into a messy bun, a few stray strands falling around my hairline. I flopped onto my bed and thought back to the events of today, it was like I wasn't real. I felt like I was just watching my body from a distance, watching myself go through the motions.

I was so out of it, I didn't notice my phone buzzing from text messages until my computer made a 'ding' from Skype. I pulled out my phone and checked, rather then getting up, I saw a handful of notifications.

From Akaashi: Hey, are you alright Kaara?

From Kuroo: Doofus, answer your phone

From Bokuto: KAARAAAAAA

From Kenma: I don't really know what's going on aside from what Tetsurou has told me but answer your phone I guess.

From Bokuto: Kaaraaaaa, ANSWERRRR

From Bokuto: AGAASHI IS PACING

From Akaashi: I only was while I was texting, shut up owl head.

From Kenma: Tetsurou was pacing too.

From Kuroo: Shut up, pudding head :|

I laughed slightly at the chain of messages, forgetting about my worries for a moment.

From Kaara: Sorry, I didn't hear my phone going off. I only realized after I heard the notification from my computer.

From Kaara: But yes, I'm alright. School was just a little draining today is all. How is practice going for you four?

From Akaashi: Are you sure? Something felt off for a moment.

From Kuroo: Yeah, are you sure little atom? Keiji's right, something felt off

From Kaara: Yeah, I'm okay, are you sure you two are alright? You were pacing after all.

From Akaashi: Yes, I'm okay little opus.

From Kuroo: I was not pacing!! Ken Ken just likes to exaggerate, heh

From Kaara: Alright, haha. How is practice going today?

From Bokuto: It's great! I did so many line shots so far!

From Akaashi: But then he forgot how to do cross shots and feints.

From Kaara: Sounds about right.

From Kuroo: It's going pretty good, but we're getting yelled at by the coach for being on our phones so we gotta bounce! We'll text you later, pretty!

I blushed at Kuroo's new nickname for me, not expecting him to find another new one between all the different things the four called me. I felt an unfamiliar feeling in my chest, my chest constricting and heart leaping into my throat at the sensation. I pushed it off and decided to just go on my PCP for a bit, hoping to distract my busy mind for at least a little while.

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malleux · 4 years

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idk if my request went through cuz my internet went weird just now-- but anyways, could I perhaps get a soft corpse x reader in which they're all playing among us and Rae or Sean invites (y/n), who none of them have every heard of, and she's just very shy but has an adorable childlike voice, and is an incredible imposter? Like she's just super convincing just like corpse, and can tug at the heartstrings with her voice? thank you!

spell. | corpse husband

part two ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Fandom: uhh youtubers? idk

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi it’s a long overdue corpse fic :) it’s not the absolute best and for that i’m super sorry i’ve just got to get in the groove of writing for him!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You were never one to enjoy the spotlight. Instead, you were often found in the background of things, just observing the extroverts who managed to get themselves in the middle of everything.

You had a nerve to admire them- their ability to just get out there and show their true selves, despite so many people watching their every move. Just the thought of it made you shudder. Yet you couldn’t help but also be rather envious of them.

Them, in question, being Sean McLoughlin.

You weren’t quite sure how you became associated with Jacksepticeye himself, choosing to focus on the present and future with your friend rather than dwelling on your past. He was just Sean, your internet friend. And also Jacksepticeye- a famous youtuber with millions of followers.

Sean was who you aspired to be in life. Outgoing, happy, out there, everything positive in life that Sean had, you wanted.

He’d confided in you often about how nervous he’d get before streams or videos, fearing that he’d say the wrong thing or upset his fans, but he still put on a brave face and went out into the chaos. That’s what you admired. His ability to conquer those anxieties.

You wished you could do that. You were simply too nervous.

Which is why when Sean facetimed you one night- morning, actually, seeing as it was 3am in California, where you were- asking you to join a game of Among Us for one of his videos, you adamantly refused.

“Why? Please, Y/N, we need one more person.” Sean begged, “It’ll be me, you, Felix, Ethan, Corpse, Julien, PJ, and Dave. Not everyone’s playing today, it’s a smaller crowd.”

“But it’s still a lot.” You groaned, “I don’t even know them. I just know you.”

“They’re nice! You literally watch their videos.” He argued back.

“That’s the point, Sean! They’re famous, I’d just be some random chick in the game that everyone asks where the fuck she came from.”

“No, you’ll be the girl that everyone adores. Now get on, we’re playing in ten.”

You sighed as the phone hung up and turned on your computer. A Discord invite was waiting for you- Sean must have invited you for you to talk to everyone as you played. You accepted with shaky fingers and put your headphones on, pulling up Among Us and typing in the game code.

“Hello everyone- wait, who’s pink?”

“She’s a good friend of mine,” Sean explained to Felix, “Say hi Y/N. We’re streaming live right now.”

“Hello,” You couldn’t help the meek tone in your voice, smiling shyly as if you were actually on camera. “Wait, you’re streaming? Sean, I thought you said it was a recording for a video.”

“I, well. It’s a video all right.”

The group laughed, but you stayed silent, fixating your attention on a lower voice that chimed in at the end.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Corpse.”

“The King of Imposters.” PJ joked, making Corpse laugh.

You giggled a bit, “Hi…”

Felix gasped. “Corpse, her voice is like, the total opposite from yours. Her’s is so cute.”

Corpse laughed as well. “Agreed. I like it.”

As the game loaded, your heart practically dropped.

Imposter.

As if your nerves weren’t bad enough as they were. But, on the bright side, you were with Sean as the other imposter. At least it was someone you knew.

You both split up, you heading towards Electrical. Corpse and Felix were close behind you, Felix following you into the room while Corpse left. You pretended to do your task for a minute before moving to your left a minute and killing Felix.

You rushed out of the room and then headed to Navigations, making sure to avoid anybody who could have seen you leave Electrical. A few moments later, a body was reported.

“Where was it?” Sean asked Julien, the reporter.

“Electrical.”

“I saw Y/N go in there with him at the beginning of the game.” Corpse joined in, “I saw them as I was going to the Reactor.”

“I was in Electrical with him,” You admitted, still acting a bit shy. What could you say, deep voices and new people made you nervous. “But after that I left and went to do my task in Navigation. Felix was still alive and there when I left.”

“Did you pass anyone sus on the way there?” Sean asked.

“No, if they came in after I did it must’ve either been from the other way or after I was already in Electrical.” You started picking at your nail polish- a habit of yours when things got a little overwhelming.

“So you’re saying that it could’ve been from the direction Corpse was in?” You could hear the smirk in Sean’s voice.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Why are you so quick to throw me under the bus? I’m just a crewmate.” Corpse questioned, “You’re pretty sus if you ask me.”

Sean scoffed, “I’m just inferring that the culprit came from your direction. Never in my words did I say it was you. Sounds like you’re getting a little too defensive for someone who’s ‘just a crew mate’.”

“Uh, guys,” You quietly spoke up. You didn’t expect anyone to hear you, but Corpse and Sean immediately quieted down at your voice. “I hate to interrupt, but we’ve got to vote. I don’t want us to argue…”

Sean laughed. “Oh little Y/N, you’re too sweet. I’m skipping this round.”

As you voted to skip as well, your stomach clenched when you heard Corpse quietly repeat “Little Y/N”.

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

“It’s Y/N, I’m fucking telling you! Y/N!” Julien was practically screaming at this point. You tried to stay calm, focusing on keeping your voice steady.

The group had been calling you cute and adorable practically all night, so you were seriously about to put that to use.

“I was in Medbay with Corpse, isn’t that right, Corpse?” Your tone was sweet and slightly flirty- hopefully he’d get the hint.

Corpse hesitated for a millisecond- long enough for your breath to catch, but short enough for nobody else to notice. “Yeah, she was with me.”

“She was with you after she vented there!” Julien cried, “I can’t believe this- she killed Ethan and vented away right as I went into the room! You all are fucking nuts if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t even know how to vent…” You murmured innocently, but in reality you were smirking. Julien was definitely telling the truth, and you were internally beating yourself up for letting yourself be so reckless after a kill, but nobody was seemingly buying his story.

There was only you, Corpse, Julien, Dave, and PJ left. Sean was voted off after fucking up his alibi, leaving you alone with the rest of the group.

Corpse sighed. “You all heard the girl. She doesn’t even know how to vent.”

“Wh- she just fucking vented!” Julien exclaimed, “Corpse, man, she’s got you under some fucking magic spell if you can’t see all the evidence. Guys, back me up here.”

“She’s sus.” Dave admitted, “And Corpse defending her makes it even more sus.”

“The spell she tried on him obviously got the best of him. I say we vote Y/N.” PJ agreed.

“There’s no spell, guys, oh my God.” Corpse laughed, “I just don’t think it’s her. I’m skipping.”

“I can’t believe you guys don’t believe me!” You whined, deciding to go further with your emotional tactics, “I’m literally about to cry. It’s not me!”

And yet, despite your protests, Dave, PJ, and Julien all voted you out. Crewmates had won the game and you were giggling nearly like a maniac as everyone gushed about how you did as an Imposter.

A bit later, you had to say goodbye to your new friends and face the reality that their fans would definitely find who you were by tomorrow. Or like, in a few hours, because it was already 4am. Corpse was in California as well, wasn’t he? He should be getting some sleep too, you thought. But maybe sleep schedules were different for Youtubers. You didn’t know.

You pondered the thought for a moment before the notification sound for Discord alerted you of a new message on your phone.

Corpse:

Just letting you know, your voice definitely had me under a spell. I’d like to hear it more often

#fanfiction #x reader #fic blog #writing #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagines #corpse imagines #corpse husband #lay writes #requests

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natsfirecat · 3 years

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summary: r gets hurt saving nat (who she’s in love with) and natasha wants nothing more than to get her back

based on these two requests:

1: If you still need Hurt and Comfort prompts, would you accept a scenario where Reader fell in a coma after a mission gone wrong, and the whole time she’s unconscious, Natasha doesn’t want to leave her side. She doesn’t sleep, barely eats, and constantly talking to reader thinking she can hear. Reader then wakes up after 3 months, and Natasha confesses her feelings for Reader.❤️‍🩹🥺

2: How bout Natasha x fem!Reader where Reader takes a bullet after saving her crush, Natasha, on a mission. Reader survives and brushes it off as “it’s my job” but Natasha doesn’t take the whole situation well, especially since she has feelings for reader too!I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER! 😘😫❤️*have some tea 🍵 *

word count: 2.8k

genre: fluff and angst but fluff ending

warnings: swearing, gunshot, comatose, blood, medical knowledge that only comes from grey’s anatomy, catradora quote because i have no self control, lmk if i need to add any more!

A/N i combined these requests since they were kinda similar, i hope you don’t mind kind anons!

“She’s tachycardic! Push one of epi, STAT!”

“No, no,”

“Hang on, Y/N, I’m going to do everything in my power to help you. Just keep holding on, okay?”

“You’re gonna be okay, alright? You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna pull through this,”

“Why would you do that? How could you be so stupid? Why did you do that?” She yelled.

“Just doing… my job…” You managed to get out.

Eventually the voices around you began to fade out as you succumbed to unconsciousness.

As you felt yourself slipping away, the only thing on your mind was the woman you loved; Natasha Romanoff.

~12 hours earlier~

“Are you ready to go home soon?” You asked.

“Kinda,” she replied honestly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the team and all, but it is nice to get away sometimes,”

You shrugged,

“Yeah, I guess,”

She smiled, then walked closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulder.

“It is nice getting away with you, though,”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I like getting away with you too, Nat,”

She smirked, squeezing your shoulder,

“Then it’s a good thing we still have a day left,”

You could feel your heart-rate increasing as your cheeks got even redder.

Her smirk turned into a soft smile before she pulled away and went to the bathroom to change.

You sighed, thinking about your hopeless crush on her. You had been an Avenger for three years, friends with Natasha for two, and in love with her for one.

You never imagined that you would fall for the Black Widow, but now you couldn’t imagine your life without her.

“So… there’s a mission Fury assigned me to,” she said, leaning back against the couch. “It’s in France, and he said it could last anywhere from a year or two,”

“What?” You sat straight up. “No! That’s too long!”

“I know. It’s a no-contact mission too,”

“That’s such bullshit. You can’t accept that mission, Natty,”

“He assigned me, Y/N, there’s nothing I can do unless someone else volunteers to take the mission instead,”

You stared at her, suddenly feeling very defeated.

“No…” you whispered as your eyes began to pool with tears.

You looked at Natasha, who held her tongue at the roof of her mouth so she wouldn’t cry. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out quiet sobs into her neck.

As she held you in her arms, the only thing running through her mind was that she had no idea how the hell she would survive being away from you for that long.

After two days of crying, and resisting the urge to scream at Fury, you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!” You called. The door opened to reveal none other than your favorite redhead, who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Hey,” she said, sitting on your bed.

“Hi,”

“Guess what?”

You shrugged, not really in the mood for guessing games. You just wanted to cherish your last few moments with her before she left.

“So I got a call from Fury this morning…” she told you, her smile growing bigger. “And he said that someone else took the mission,”

You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend didn’t have to leave.

You opened your mouth to say something, but you couldn’t speak. So instead, you threw yourself into her arms.

As they had done several times in the past two days, your eyes began to fill with tears. But this time however, they were tears of joy.

She was holding onto you just as tight as you were holding onto her.

When you finally backed away, she smiled, then reached her thumb up to your face to wipe away your tears.

“Hey,” she said softly. “You don’t need to cry, I’m staying,”

“They’re happy tears, Natty,”

She brought her other hand to your face to wipe away tears on the other cheek, then just held your face in her hands for a few moments.

Oh fuck you thought to yourself. Those tears weren’t platonic.

After that night, you had tried to deny your feelings for her for a bit. After all, you had gotten romantic and platonic attraction mixed up in the past, who’s to say that this wasn’t one of those times?

But as time went on, the butterflies would happen even more often around her. Your heartbeat began to race if her hand brushed up against yours. Your face would flush when your arms wrapped around her in a hug. You wanted nothing more than to be with her, to feel her lips against yours, and to be able to tell her you loved her and have her say it back.

The only person who knew about your crush on Natasha was Wanda. She had asked if anyone caught your eye, and you refused to tell her anything. However, she decided to read your mind to find out.

You were a little frustrated that she did that, but you weren’t too mad, knowing you would’ve done the same thing to your best friend.

So since then, Wanda would always try to convince you to tell her, and you would always say no.

As much as it hurt to have these feelings and not tell her, you knew it would be nothing compared to telling her and having the feelings not reciprocated and losing your friendship. You’d rather stay just her friend forever than to lose her.

So here you were now, in love with one of your best friends.

“Ready to go?” She asked as she finished putting her suit on.

“Yep!”

She smiled, then gestured for you to follow her. Today was the last day of your mission, and you just needed to erase all files from some druglord’s computer.

For the past week, the two of you had done several stakeouts, gotten information, and identified people. The last step was destroying their information.

So, Natasha was currently driving the two of you to the location. She had the radio playing, and the two of you were softly singing the lyrics to the songs.

You turned to face her, feeling yourself smile at the sight of her being so carefree around you.

Not that you knew this, but you were the only person she would ever allow to see her like this.

She kept her eyes on the road, but saw you looking at her through her peripheral vision. You were simply mouthing the lyrics now, not really paying attention to them. Instead, your attention was purely on Natasha.

She kept singing the words though, but she was also smiling at the sight of you.

As she began to turn her head to fully face you, your cheeks grew red.

“Eyes on the road, Nat!” You told her, laughing.

“Okay, mom,” She retorted, earning a playful eye roll from you.

“Oh don’t be like that,” she said, beginning to as well. “C’mon, we’re here anyway,”

You nodded, opening the door as soon as she stopped the car.

Once she locked the car, the two of you made your way into the building.

She had her gun ready, holding it out at every corner you turned.

“We’ve been here like four times already, Nat,” you told her, scoffing. “We’re fine”

She grumbled in response, but kept her gun out.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh, then continued on.

Once you made your way to the necessary room, each of you sat down in front of a computer.

“Delete, erase, goodbye,” you muttered as you typed.

Natasha didn’t say anything as she typed away, just wanting to get out of this building as soon as possible.

You glanced over at her every once in a while.

You smiled, watching her type with the clacking on the keyboard. The tip of her tongue was poking out the corner of her mouth. Her eyes began to squint as she focused on the screen.

Unfortunately, while you were staring, you failed to notice someone else come in the room behind you.

“Avengers,” A voice from behind you said.

You whipped around, your eyes widening to see someone wearing a combat suit holding a gun out.

Natasha stood up, raising her gun immediately.

Before you could even process what was happening, you heard the sound of a gunshot.

Without even thinking about it, you threw yourself at Natasha, knocking her to the ground.

Turns out, she was the one who shot first, considering that the other guy was currently laying in a pool of his own blood that was spilling out fast.

But as you jumped, he aimed his gun at Natasha, pulling the trigger.

You let out a groan of pain, feeling a pain growing in your shoulder.

“Y/N no! What did you do?”

She cried your name a few more times, but you couldn’t respond. You only let out a few shaky breaths and sobs as the pain in your shoulder began to grow.

She pulled her phone out, calling for help as fast as she could.

Everything hurt, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing you did. All that mattered to you, was that the woman you loved was safe.

All that mattered was that Natasha Romanoff was safe.

~two days later~

“How’s she doing?”

“Same as before.”

Natasha sighed as she reached onto your bed, placing her hand over yours.

As soon as you were brought back, everyone began working on you right away. Dr. Cho saved your life, and managed to get the bullet out.

However, because of how long it had taken to get you into surgery, you had a lot of internal bleeding.

So, here you were now, in a coma. No one knew when, or even if, you would ever wake up.

Natasha stayed by your side the entire time.

“Nat, you can’t stay in here forever,” Wanda said, gently placing her hand on her shoulder.

“It was my fault, Wanda,” she replied, her voice hoarse from crying. “It should’ve been me,”

“Don’t say that. You’re both alive. She wouldn’t want you to say that, or to sulk in here all day,”

Natasha said something, but kept her gaze on your unconscious body as her red eyes began to fill with tears once again.

“I can’t lose her.”

After the first week, Natasha finally left your room at night. She would usually come in around 7:00 AM, and stay until midnight.

Clint would come by, and bring her food. He was genuinely worried that she wouldn’t eat if he didn’t.

Wanda came by often too.

“Do you think she can hear us?” Natasha asked her.

“I can try and find out, if you’d like,” Wanda offered.

Natasha nodded, removing her hand from you.

Wanda stood up, then placed one hand on your forehead, closing her eyes.

After a few moments of silence, she gave Natasha a soft smile.

“She’s dreaming,”

“Is she aware of things going on outside?”

“Not right now. I don’t think she’s constantly dreaming while unconscious. Hearing our voices right now, she’s either drowning them out or they’ll be in her dream. She might become more aware later,”

Natasha let out a shaky breath, then connected her hand to yours again.

“Hi, Y/N,” she breathed out. “We did it. We destroyed the files, and the building ended up being destroyed after we left. We did the mission, you can wake up now. You can come back now,”

She could feel herself about to cry, so she turned to Wanda.

“What’s she dreaming about?”

Wanda closed her eyes again, looking into your mind.

“She’s at this house, and there’s comforting energy coming from it. I think it might be her childhood home.” Wanda explained. “Something’s happening in slow motion. There’s like, cracks of electricity and… oh my god there’s a lightning strike right in front of her,”

“She’s dreaming about lightning?”

“I can hear her inner voice. Part of her is afraid, but the bigger part of her is thinking the lightning strike will give her superpowers… and she’s floating in the air right now,”

Natasha laughed for the first time since getting back. Of course superpowers would be on your mind while getting struck by lightning.

“Thank you, Wanda,” she told her, gently squeezing your hand.

“Of course,” she replied. “You should get some rest. I know Y/N would want you to,”

Natasha sighed, then nodded. She was feeling better for the first time since you took the bullet for her.

“Hey,” she said, getting a laptop out and setting it on the side of your bed. “It’s been three weeks now, and uh, I thought it might be a good idea to bring this down and watch your favorite movie. Y’know, maybe hearing it will help you,”

A lump began to form in her throat as she stared at you. However, she said nothing else as she pulled up your favorite movie, then placing it close enough so you could hear, and see it if you were to open your eyes.

Once she pressed play, she sat on the edge of your bed. She wasn’t looking at the laptop screen, she was looking down at you.

She brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and ran her thumb across your cheekbone.

Natasha didn’t even realize she was crying until she had to wipe her own tears off your forehead.

“Sorry,” she muttered, pulling away so she wouldn’t cry on you anymore. “I just… really miss you, Y/N.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped when she noticed your eyebrow twitch.

It felt like everything in her body stopped working for a moment as she replayed it in her mind; you moved.

Before she knew it, she was sprinting out of your room at full speed to get Dr. Cho.

“She moved! I think she’s waking up! Her eyebrow moved!” She yelled as she barged into her office.

Dr. Cho tilted her head to the side, but followed her back to your room.

She walked over to you, then examined the monitors. She looked at you, then back at your vitals.

“Miss Romanoff, I’m so sorry, but there’s nothing in her brain activity that indicates her moving or waking up. Sometimes, when we want to see something so bad, our mind tricks us into thinking we saw it. It’s a cruel thing, but it’s not uncommon for situations like this,”

Natasha’s heart dropped as the doctor left the room to give her space. She thought she had you back.

She wasn’t going to give up on you. She pulled the laptop away, then sat next to you again.

She then layed down, and wrapped her arms around you, sobbing into your neck.

“Wake up, please,” she begged between sobs. “Come back to me.”

Natasha pulled back, placing one hand on your cheek. She leaned down, pulling you close again.

“Don’t you get it?” She said at almost a whisper. “I love you. I always have. So please, just this once. Stay.” She pulled back again, then placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Stay.”

It was like everything in her froze again.

Your eyebrows were definitely twitching now. A groan escaped your mouth, as you blinked your eyes open.

“Natty,” you said, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You love me?”

“Of course I do,”

You smiled at her, despite the pain running through your body.

“Good, ‘cause I’ve been in love with you for like the past year,”

She let out a mix between a laugh and a sob as she leaned close to you once again.

You leaned forward too, and before you knew it, the distance between the two of you was closed as you were kissing.

It was gentle, considering the fact that you were still hurt, but you both savored every second of it.

“I love you so much,” you told her, keeping your arms around her.

At this point, you both had tears streaming down your cheeks. Neither of you cared as you leaned in for another kiss.

“Never do that again, okay?” She told you.

“Do what? Kiss you? I plan on doing that a lot more, thank you very much,”

She rolled her eyes, letting out a small laugh.

“Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that for me again, alright? I don’t care if you say it’s your job. Don’t do it again,”

“I did it because I love you, Natty,”

She sighed, wiping away one of your tears.

“I’m never leaving you though,”

“Good, I don’t want you to leave,”

Of course, the two of you would end up arguing about putting yourselves in danger to save each other, but it would all work out in the end.

You loved her, and she loved you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Nice guy [Simpbur x reader]

Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral!reader (Simpbur x reader)

Summary: Simpbur is such a nice guy, so why don't you like him? Companion fic to Good Guy

Warnings: Obsession, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy relationship, and Simpbur being a creep.

Words: 1.1K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: More Simpbur I had too okay, also be on the lookout there is another Simpbur on the horizon. Companion fic to Good Guy (Also requests are still open! Click here!)

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“And I am live chat, welcome to!” Your voice rings out into his headphones. “If you’re new here, I’m SapphireSaffy, and today we’ll be playing Prey. So… my roommate is actually the one who recommended me this game.”

Wilbur hums to the acknowledgement of him. That’s right he’s the one who recommended the game to you. He’s the one, not anyone else, just him.

The video plays out.

Certain phrases are memorised at this point.

His Computer is the only thing lighting up the room. Barely carrying the light from his pull-out sofa to the mini-fridge. He would have gotten a real one, but what’s the point. It would never be filled more than halfway with microwaves meals and energy drinks.

His gaze shifts back to the video. It’s your first run-through of the game. All of its secrets still hidden from you. Like with Wilbur.

He smiles.

You move into talking about your day and what you had been doing that day.

Wilbur can recite this part of the video by memory. You are telling the mundane story of him and you getting coffee together. But to him, that meant everything, you were showing everyone how close the two of you are. How no one could ever measure up to him.

How no one could ever replace him.

Your friend.

Friend. Wilbur scoffs at that. Terrible word, but he could settle for it.

He had settled for it.

By lending your blanket when you weren’t home. By doing your laundry for you and smelling that one pair of underwear you would always walk around in on Sunday mornings.

Wilbur loved Sunday mornings.

He still does.

Although he has to settle for watching now. Instead of interacting.

He has always been so nice to you, why wouldn’t you just look his way?

Wilbur shakes his head and reaches out for his phone.

A new burner account is already ready to go, the process being muscle memory at this point. Your dm’s the only thing he pulls up.

Your voice still talking to him through the video.

Hey, saw you got a new boyfriend recently. Fucking Bitch. One day I’m going to fucking find you again. And I swear I will make you pay.

Wilbur stares at the message he sent earlier, a hand drags over his face.

Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for my last message. I'm just a little angry at the moment, cause it's… You know, I'm such a nice guy and seem to only date scumbags. I just wanted to make sure there's no hard feelings between us.

The small sent underneath his message is mocking him. Taunting him. Wilbur drops his phone back onto the bed.

Why did everything have to go so wrong? Why did you have to throw him out of your life?

For fucks sake, you got a restraining order on him.

Wilbur closes the laptop. Your voice disappearing, and the light without. Draping him in darkness and flooding the apartment in silence.

His hand slams against the wall. It rings out into the one-bedroom apartment. His neighbour for sure having heard him at this point.

A scream just on his lips. But fuck he can’t take one more complaint. The landlord is already on bad terms with him.

The pull-out couch creaks and moans as he gets up, the metal giving way as usual. A sound he has become rather familiar with these last weeks.

He wanders the few feet over the wall, before smacking his hand against it, turning on the one light in the ceiling in the progress.

The apartment is a mess, the courtroom papers still strewn across his dining table, alongside technology he would have planted in your life.

All he ever wanted to do was protect you from all the bad people in the world, what is there wrong with that? A tracker on your car isn’t exactly illegal.

No man could ever treat you like him.

No man could ever measure to him.

No man could ever- fuck.

Wilbur drags his hands over his head and into his hair. A habit of his. One you had once found cute. One you had told him was adorable. One you had liked.

One thing about him that wasn’t so corrupted.

He would never be good enough for someone like you and he knows it.

He knows you’re pure and good, so innocent.

And… and he’s not.

He is so far from good, now having the paperwork to prove it too.

But fuck, if that didn’t make him want to try harder.

One day you would realise that he’s the only one for you.

Wilbur mindlessly opens the fridge, an energy drink in his hand before another thought has entered his stable mind.

And then the drink is gone, another empty can to join the others in his pyramid of disappointment. As his father had once called it.

He falls back onto the pull-out couch. Nothing in the real world that’s able to distract is futile mind. Nothing to distract him from grabbing his laptop once again. Nothing to distract him from letting your voice once again grace his apartment.

Nothing to stop him from pulling up your Facebook.

A new dm.

Talk to me, please.

Please.

I going to kill myself if you don’t.

He closes the dm’s and opens your public photo folders. And he’s flooded with people, smiles, memories.

The stuff he had cherished, people whose names he no longer remembered, and everything in between. Ut most importantly you. Pictures of you. Lots of them, pictures friends had tagged you in, pictures from your own profile. Pictures from articles you’ve been featured in.

He appreciates them.

Assisting the urge to pull down his pants. He’s better than that.

He’s better than everyone else.

He likes you for you. And you should repay him for that, not sent him off to rot in a shitty apartment.

A notification from twitch goes through.

You’re Live.

Mere seconds pass before he’s on your stream, your previous video paused.

You chat moving along, and your smile bright on the screen.

And Wilbur really isn’t better than anyone else as his belt gets torn off, and the button opened.

As he dreams himself back to when you cuddled near him on the couch as friends. Hoping for those friendly touches to be more.

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