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boldlyvoid · 1 year

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Little Miss Sunshine

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: 9 months after the big game, steve is handed his daughter to raise all alone... or so he thinks.

Warnings: single dad!steve, stress crying, newborn panic, money problems, talks of steves past with his parents, past child neglect, mutual pining, friends to lovers

Word Count: 6.7k

After the earthquake, and the plethora of other terrible things in Hawkins, Steve’s parents decided they didn’t want to return. The house wasn’t worth it to them, and the memories that came with their belongings didn’t mean anything anymore either, so they left it all to Steve. He took on the bills and the land taxes but other than that, it was a great deal in his eyes.

Eddie moved in almost as soon as Steve was signing the deed to the house, Wayne lived there for a bit too while he waited for a new trailer to be covered by his insurance. It was really nice. Wayne liked cooking in a real kitchen, they had a big dinner on Sundays when they watched football together and Eddie loved using the whole basement for both his band practice and his d&d games. They moved around the house like they had always been there, Steve honestly wishes they were.

Robin was over all the time, and basically everyone else Steve was close to. His door was never closed, whoever needed a safe space was welcome in Steve’s home. He promised the only yelling going on inside its walls would be from excitement and the only violence would occur in their board games. Everyone respected the rules, and the home was filled with more laughter than anything else.

Joyce helped him take a bunch of his photos and blow them up to replace the framed photos of his parents all around. Jonathan and Nancy helped him repaint some of the rooms before they broke up and then it was just him and Jonathan painting… it was weird at first, but it turns out they had a lot more in common than just a broken heart. Will was over a lot too, being the newest hellfire member he did a lot of character-building with Eddie, trying to fit him into the world he had already built with the other guys as seamlessly as possible.

When Max gets out of the hospital Steve spends a lot of time at her trailer with her, he takes her to follow-up appointments and brings her groceries once a week. But every day that he’s there he basically acts as her nurse, making her lunches, washing her clothes and putting them out on the line, anything. A large part of it is because he feels as though it’s his fault she was so hurt, the rest is simply because he loves her like family and has since the first day he met her. She saved his life, he was going to make hers liveable.

Robin moved in right after she graduated, which made it very hard for her to hide what was going on with her and Nancy… they spent the spring getting to know each other and the summer memorizing every inch of each other. By the fall, however, Nancy moved off to college while Robin stayed back for a year to make some money, spending most of what she was trying to save on the phone bill to talk to Nancy all the time.

Bills were hard to pay for a bit before robin moved in, he was working only 6 hours a day all 7 days a week and coming home with $241, it covered his portion of the electric bill but then he had to think about the winter coming and the cost of keeping the house heated… Eddie was still selling drugs and waiting for the right time to move into getting a real job. Robin on the other hand, still worked at Family Video as well as the arcade now, doing days with the games and spending her nights with Steve and the VHS tapes.

They were doing okay, they were making it through being independent adults, and then She showed up.

The night of the big game, back in March, the 21st to be exact… he slept with Brenda after the afterparty and drove her home the next morning before going to work. Now it’s 9 months later and she’s explaining to him how he got her pregnant and she didn’t know until it was too late because she was too focused on her senior year. And not dying like most of her classmates, honestly.

She hands him a baby carrier with a little tiny baby inside it, “she’s 100 percent yours, Steve, you can do a test if you don’t believe me…”

“So, you want to co-parent or something?” He offers, taking the car seat and placing it on the table in his foyer so he can unstrap her and hold her close to his chest. He may not have known she was coming, there aren't any maternal instincts in him, and yet he knows exactly how to hold her and shush her so she doesn’t cry as he holds her.

“No… I don’t want her at all,” she whispers, trying not to cry with how ashamed she feels about making this big decision for herself. “I deferred to the winter semester at my college, I’m going next month, I can’t be a mom and go to school. I’m not old enough to be a mom. I can’t do it.”

“Okay,” he doesn’t even think twice about it. He simply looks down at his little girl with a smile, “do you want updates? Photos?”

She shakes her head, but he’s not even looking at her. “no… uh, here’s the birth certificate forms, they have to be sent in and filed but I thought you’d want to pick her name and sign it yourself.”

“Did you?” His brows raise, realizing how serious she is about not wanting to be in her life at all.

She shakes her head, “no. You can tell her about me some day, but, I can’t do it. I’ve never wanted to be a mom, Steve.”

“Do what’s best for you, Brenda,” he shoots her an honest, compassionate smile. “I don’t blame you. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to support you.”

“I just didn’t want you to think you had to marry me or something,” she admits, she places the papers on the table beside the car seat and backs up towards the door again. “My parents know I’m doing this too, they don’t really agree, but they get it. So, if you ever need anything, I’m sure my mom would be able to help you.”

“Okay,” he doesn’t really know anything about a baby. He was going to need a lot of help. That’s when the panic starts to set in. “yeah… okay, thanks.”

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she says one final time and then she’s gone, getting back in her dad's car and pulling out of his driveway.

He was supposed to go see Max, Robin isn’t home and Eddie’s probably sound asleep still in his room downstairs… it’s just him and this tiny, defenceless, clueless newborn.

She’s adorable and small, she has his nose, and when he pulls back the little pink cap, she has a thick head of hair too. His mind starts to run as he looks at all the things Brenda left with her. A simple bag of baby necessities from the hospital, 2 outfits, the car seat and the blanket she’s in. It’s not much. It’s honestly nothing.

His mind starts to run and wonder about how the fuck he was going to do this… he barely had the money for his groceries, how was he now going to buy clothes and a crib and formula and diapers?

He takes her with him into the living room and sits down on the couch with her in his arms, careful as ever while simultaneously the most stressed he’s ever been.

From the time he’s spent in Nancy’s basement, he knows there’s an old crib down there from when Mrs. Wheeler had Holly… and they have tubs and tubs of old baby clothes in the garage, waiting for when Nancy or Mike had a baby one day. He picks up the phone on the side table, dialling the Wheeler's number that he knows by heart, unsure how he should ask but he knows he needs help.

Most women would say it takes a village, so why not go to his and ask?

“Hello?” Karen's sweet mom voice answers.

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler, uh, it’s Steve, Steve Harrington?”

“Oh, hello Steve, what can I do for you?” She’s as lovely as always.

“um… this is going to sound crazy but I have a daughter, her mom isn’t in the picture, she doesn’t want to be, and I have nothing to—

“Steve, sweetheart, I’d love to help,” she stops him before he gets too deep into the ramble. “What do you have for her already?”

“A car seat,” he starts to cry, looking down at her, scared and stressed. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, Karen… and I figured with holly only being 6, you’d still have some stuff I could buy off you?”

“Honey, you can have it,” she’s sure about that. “I’ll see what I have, I’ll talk to the neighbours too, they have babies of all ages… how old is she so I know for sizes?”

“Newborn, like 3 days old? I just got her,” he can’t even believe the words leaving his mouth. “She’s tiny.”

“Oh wow, okay, are you okay with me telling people about you, or should I just say it’s a new parent in the area?” She’s considerate, knowing a new baby and being a single dad are both very hard things to deal with alone without the court of public opinion involved too.

“You can tell Joyce and Claudia, and Lucas’s mom too, but I think I want this to just be in my circle of people for a bit, you know?”

“I get it,” she’s super nice about it. Nicer than he could’ve ever imagined. “I’ll call you back in just a minute okay, I’m going to have someone come over with formula and then I’ll be over in an hour or so with a crib, okay?”

“Thank you so much, really Karen, thank you,” he tries not to cry again, feeling more supported than ever before.

Within 10 minutes there’s a knock at the door. Joyce rushes in with a few bags of things, “I just grabbed whatever they had at Bradley's, how is she?”

“Good, she’s really quiet?” He shares, thinking it’s strange. She’s been quiet in his arms, awake and aware as she looks around with her deep blue eyes, blinking heavily as she adjusts to the world.

Joyce sets everything down in the kitchen and washes her hands quickly before turning to him, “can I see her?”

He nods, handing her over carefully, “I don’t have a name for her or anything yet… her mom didn’t name her at the hospital or anything.”

“Oh hello, sweet girl,” she coos as she takes the little baby in her arms. “Steve, she’s so precious… how are you feeling?”

“Well, I fought monsters from another dimension so I feel like this should be a bit easier… but I’m terrified,” he’s able to laugh, hands on his hips as he watches her hold his baby.

His baby.

It didn’t take long for his mind to accept that he had a child, he felt nervous watching someone else hold her but he knew another mom was the safest option. Joyce would’ve killed for Will, and Jonathan if the same thing happened to him, so he knew his daughter was in good hands. literally.

Joyce sniffs the baby, both her head and her diaper to see if she needs a change. He knew she was going to have to teach him how to change one, and how to make her bottles and how to put her car seat in his car… “what the heck am I doing, Joyce?”

“Here,” Joyce hands her back to him and starts taking everything out of the paper grocery bags on his countertop. “So I got some formula, this is the brand I used with Will and these are the bottles I thought were the best 14 years ago… I’m sure they’re still good now.”

“I’m sure,” he agrees, watching carefully as she takes them out of the packaging and makes her way to the sink.

“Everything has to be sanitized and you can’t use regular tap water to mix with the formula, bottled is best but if you have to use the tap then you should boil it first,” she explains, running the hot water in his sink to fill up a bowl of water. “When you wash the bottles, it’s best to do them in a plastic basin or bowl so that the sink doesn’t contaminate what you’re trying to clean.”

“Got it, everything has to be hospital quality,” he makes a joke, sanitizing wasn’t something he even thought of when it came to a baby but it made sense.

“As babies grow they need different amounts of food, her tummy is only the size of a walnut right now, so she should only be having a few ounces every few hours. If she doesn’t finish everything in the bottle you have to throw it out, you can’t reuse it even if she doesn’t finish it.”

She lets the bottles soak in the bowl for a minute, showing him the back of the tin of formula. She walks him through how the measuring works and explains how schedules are really important to having a baby. She explains how he’ll want to read some parenting books, he can call her any time he has questions, she lives just down the road and she’d drop everything for him, his family.

When Karen shows up she has Ted's truck absolutely full of things. They set up a crib in Steve’s room, she has 3 totes of clothes labelled newborn, 1-3 and 3-6 months written on them. There’s a bunch of burb cloths and swaddle blankets, Karen teaches him how the car seat goes into and comes out of his car and where it can go safely. He’s overwhelmed with things and information, he’s bombarded with books and pamphlets and support groups.

Karen offers to babysit while he’s at work, holding her close and swooning over how sweet she is. “Do you have any name ideas?”

He shakes his head, “no… how did you pick your kids names?”

“Well, as much as people think we picked Nancy because of Nancy drew, it’s actually my grandmother's name and Michael was Ted’s father's name, he passed a few months before we had Mike. Holly was conceived on Christmas, so it’s a little self-explanatory,” she can’t help but smile. “You’ll find something that means a lot to you, I’m sure.”

Eddie comes up the stairs then, hair messy and PJs all wrinkled from a long night's rest, “what’s with all the foot traffic up here? You having a party without me, Stevie?”

“Oh good, you’re up,” Steve is relieved, it’s a little after 1pm, “can you go to the trailer park and make sure Max has had lunch today?”

“yeah…” he agrees as he stops in the doorway of the kitchen, “who’s baby is that?”

“Um, mine,” Steve admits, terrified again. “I have a daughter, apparently.”

“With Nancy?” He jumps to conclusions seeing as Karen Wheeler was holding his baby.

“No, no, no,” they both shake their heads, “no I just called them for help.”

“Dude, what?” He rubs his eyes, thinking this is all some crazy dream. “Since when do you have a baby?”

“Come here,” he takes Eddie by the elbow and leads him out of the room so he can tell him all the facts, not knowing Karen and Joyce are right by the doorway, listening in so they can gossip later. “I slept with Brenda Ross the night of the big game-- before all hell broke loose. She had a baby 3 days ago and didn’t want her, so she’s mine now. I get you don’t want to live in the same house as a screaming kid or whatever—

“I never said that,” Eddie cuts him off. “Don’t expect me to babysit it, but this is your house, she’s your kid, I’m sure it’ll be fine? Right?”

He sighs, “god, I hope.”

—

He takes her to work that night with a new diaper bag full of things and sets her on the counter in her car seat while he works. He switches off with Keith who doesn’t say much and about an hour into his shift, Robin clocks over from the arcade next door.

“And who’s this?” She peeks into the car seat to see a sleeping newborn.

“So, big news… Brenda had my baby, apparently.”

She laughs, “funny, no seriously, is her mom in the bathroom or something?”

“I’m 100 percent serious, Robin,” he stares at her with a straight face, nervous as all hell for her reaction. “Brenda and her mom dropped her off with me today and she doesn’t want to be in her life. She only has me now.”

He watches robins face drop and for once in her life, she has no words. “Steve?”

“I know,” he pinches the bridge of his nose so he doesn’t start crying again. “Um, Karen and Joyce gave me a bunch of stuff for her, I’m sure Nancy will already know about it when you call her later tonight.”

“She always knew this would happen,” Robin scoffs, shaking her head in pure disbelief. “After your six little nuggets speech, she expected you to have at least 1 or 2 baby mamas, never thought you’d be a single dad, though.”

“Me either,” he sighs. “She’s really good though for a newborn? She’s only cried a little when she was hungry and she fell asleep in the car, she’s pretty calm.”

“Yeah, thats good,” she agrees but he can see the worry on her face.

“You don’t think I can do it, do you?”

“What?” She doesn’t know where he pulled that conclusion from.

“I’m an idiot, I barely made it through high school, I never got into tech, we work at this place and make barely nothing for all the time we spend here and now I have a baby. Tell me how it’s not going to work out, tell me I’m in over my head and I should just drop her off at the fire station,” he lets all his insecurities fall out

She pulls him into a hug and holds him close, she soothes a hand down his back with one hand and cradles his head with the other. “Steve, you’re not an idiot. You’re not a failure. You’re not going to be like your dad.”

He finally breaks, crying into her shoulder as he holds her back. “It’s okay, Stevie, let it all out,” she keeps rubbing his back, “I can’t imagine how stressful today was… but I also can’t wait to hear about it later?”

He pulls back and wipes his tears off his face and takes a deep breath after a few sniffles. “Sorry… and thanks, it’s been a bit overwhelming t say the least. Joyce taught me a bunch of stuff about bottles and Karen gave me some parenting books, so when she’s asleep later tonight I’ll probably be reading them.”

“And if she doesn’t sleep?” Robin worries, “how are you going to keep up going to work and watching her?”

He shrugs, “Karen offered to babysit… I just didn’t want to part with her tonight and I couldn’t call out, and if she likes it maybe I'll bring her often?”

“Is it real?” She asks as if he can read her mind. “Love at first sight?”

He nods, “oh yeah, I didn’t even blink twice when Brenda said she was mine, I was more sad knowing she didn’t want her. I know what that’s like… I don’t want her to feel unwanted one day.”

“She won’t,” Robin knows that for sure. “She’s got you, me, and I’m sure once she’s more fun, Eddie will come around.”

“He said he didn’t want to babysit her, but he’s got no problem living with her, so I don’t have to worry about him leaving me,” he admits yet another fear that’s been on his mind.

“You worried about that?”

He nods, unsure how to explain it. “He’s one of my best friends.”

“Mhm,” she smirks, reading between the lines for all the things he won’t say, but they’re there in his eyes.

—

The first week is a transition for sure, he has a hell of a time explaining it to all the kids and an even harder time fighting off all their name suggestions. The most difficult part was not sleeping, but he’s mostly used to that with the nightmares he gets, anyway.

They wake up together every 3 hours, Steve has a bottle-making station in his room and a changing station on his dresser. Her crib is right beside his bed but she spends most of her time sleeping on him. She enjoys the warmth of his chest, they bond quickly and he feels like he knows her as the days go on. He can tell what her sounds mean, which cry means she needs to burp and which one means she can't feel him anymore and requires his closeness to feel safe.

But he doesn’t know this cry… she’s been crying for an hour now and because he feels bad about keeping robin up, he’s taken her down to the kitchen, on the other side of the house, to rock her and shush her and try and make it stop.

Eddie eventually drags himself upstairs and away from whatever he was doing to see if they were okay. He finds Steve crying as he holds her, whispering that it’s okay and she can stop crying now, but his fear only perpetuates hers.

Something in Eddie breaks, he went from not wanting anything to do with Harrington's hook-up baby to walking over and taking her from his arms carefully. “Hey, it’s okay, take a break, Stevie.”

“I don’t know why she won’t stop crying,” he sounds so broken, so tired, just completely drained.

Eddie’s never held a baby before, but copying other people is easy for him. He places his arms in the same position Steve had his before, cradling the tiny human carefully but with enough support to feel secure. “It’s okay… why don’t you go get her another bottle? I’ll hold her, it’s okay.”

“Okay,” Steve wipes his tears off his face with the back of his hands and takes a few deep breaths. “Thank you, I’m sorry I didn't mean to wake you—

“Hey,” Eddie stops him, using his free hand to reach out and cup Steve’s cheek and bring his attention back to him. “I’m up till 5am anyway, my sleep schedule is horrible. You know that.” He explains while gently bobbing his body, relaxing the baby enough that her cry settles to a sad whimper.

“Still, you said you didn’t—

“You’re suffering,” he says what he’s thinking, pressing his lips together in an awkward smile. “I can’t let you suffer, go take a break, have a nap. Look, she’s fine?” He references down to her, she’s calming down now that Steve is calming down. “She was feeding off your energy…”

“How’d you do that?” He is in awe of how Eddie looks holding his baby. His hair is up in a messy bun, and he’s in an old ratty t-shirt and a pair of Steve’s old pyjama bottoms that he took when he first moved in. He looks so cozy and at home and has the same effect on Steve’s daughter as on Steve himself.

He’s pure safety.

Eddie shrugs, still rocking her gently, he uses both hands to cradle her in his arms and he smiles down at her, “I guess not all crotch goblins are bad… she’s cute, and normally she doesn’t cry that much so I had to come up and check on you. I know I said I don’t want to babysit, but if you need 5 minutes, just bring her downstairs, I’ll watch her so you can take a breather.”

“You don’t have to,” he keeps trying to carry the burden all on his own.

“I know,” he gives Steve a little smile and then back down to the baby. “So, have you given any thought to a name for her or am I just supposed to call her Her?”

“I don’t know, honestly,” he lets out another shaky breath. “It’s hard to pick, she doesn’t look like anything specific and nothing feels good enough… and what goes with Harrington anyway?”

“You don’t have to give her the Harrington name,” Eddie reminds him. “You can put anything on the papers. She could be Samantha Humperdink, they don’t care as long as you sign it and register her.”

“Humperdink,” Steve manages to laugh, “really?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles back, eyes glistening with pure joy.

He looks so good holding a baby. Especially Steve's baby.

Steve can’t stop looking at him. “So if I put Munson on there, you’d be fine with it?” It just slips out, but Eddie doesn’t think it’s weird. He doesn’t really react at all, he simply thinks about it.

“Mmm, Buckley-Munson, with a hyphen,” he teases, not believing he’d actually do that.

“I was thinking Stacy,” he’s honest, he hasn’t even told Robin, he keeps telling her he’s still thinking. “It means—

“Resurrection,” Eddie knows, staring down at her with a smile, he could see her as a Stacy. “It’s fitting for a Munson, not so much a Harrington.”

“I know,” he’s thought about it a lot.

“Anastasia Harrington sounds good,” Eddie proposes, “sounds like a reporter on channel 4, I’m Anastasia Harrington reporting live from the scene,” he makes a girly voice and uses his pointer finger to make her bottom lip move as she talks. “I like it.”

“Can you come upstairs with me?” Steve asks, selfishly, he knows she’s ready to go to sleep for real now and he doesn’t want to say goodnight to Eddie yet. “I just don’t want to take her out of your arms and risk her getting fussy again.”

“Yeah,” Eddie doesn’t think twice about it, he simply follows Steve up the stairs and into his room. He sits on the bed and carefully lays the baby down on the mattress in the middle so she has no room to roll and fall off… she’s nowhere close to being old enough to do that on her own, but he’d rather be safe than sorry.

He rests his big hand on her little tummy so she knows he’s still there, she’s all swaddled up and cozy, blinking in the low light of his room, fading off into sleep. Eddie stares at her with a smile, she’s adorable and every day she starts to look less like an alien and more like Steve.

Steve gets into bed beside him with a pregnancy book and the birth certificate papers in hand. “Any middle name ideas?”

“Huh?” Eddie turns to him, completely lost in thought. “Middle names?”

“Yeah, I need to pick one,” he shows Eddie the paper and all the space there to fill in her full name, he’s already written Anastasia, so thats official.

“Do you have any family names you could put there?”

He shakes his head, “my moms an only child, I’m not using her name and my dads got all brothers… my grandmas are Elizabeth and Beatrice?”

“Elizabeth is nice,” Eddie likes it simply because it starts with E, he feels like a part of him would be there in her name.

“I think that’s Robin’s middle name too,” he says, but really he knows it is for sure. He knows everything about her, she was his other best friend after all.

“So then it’s double meaningful,” Eddie agrees, “I’m sure Nancy and Robin will be her godmothers, right?”

“I never thought about that… but yeah,” Steve agrees, and it’s good that they’re together so they don’t take up both spots. “Do you want to be her other godparent? You know, with whoever you end up with one day?”

“You’d trust me with her if you died?”

Steve nods, it’s really a no-brainer. “I trusted you with my first kid and you almost died to protect him, so yeah. Yeah, I really trust you with her.”

Eddie picks her back up and cradles her ever so gently, “I’d be honoured to be her godfather… it’s the closest I’ll get to being a dad.”

“Don’t say that," Steve retorts, it breaks his heart a little to hear him say that. “It could still happen?”

“I like men, dude, remember?” Eddie reminds him with a laugh, “it can’t happen, thats now how biology works.”

“Adoption? Step-parenting?” He suggests, “one day it could be legal to marry other guys and you’ll get with someone who tried the whole family thing and you’ll be the cool stepdad every kid dreams of.”

He can’t help but smile as he thinks about it, but the only thoughts he has currently is watching this little girl grow up with Steve by his side. His stupid crush on his roommate and best friend was starting to become too much for him to handle.

“Maybe,” he agrees. “That sounds nice.”

“I don’t get why people think being gay is bad, it’s not like we all don’t have gay thoughts sometimes…”

“Most people don’t…” he says softly, wondering what Steve means by that but he won’t dare ask.

“Robin said that too but like, I’m pretty confident I like girls but kissing boys is nice too,” he admits, both the sleep deprivation and Eddie’s calming presence make it come out easily.

Eddie looks at him with huge, wide eyes blown out with pure shock and wonder, “you’ve kissed boys?”

He nods, “Tommy H… many times.”

“Interesting,” Eddie takes that in very slowly. His eye almost begins to twitch as he accepts it. He’s not crazy. There’s been a spark there with Steve this whole time. “So would you two just like, get drunk and kiss or?”

He nods, “and then pretended like we didn’t, but really it was just him who was drunk after a while. I just liked kissing him… I kinda miss it sometimes. When he was plastered he was really sweet with me and when he was sober he was a dick.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” he feels for him. He really does. “But you know, it doesn’t have to always be like that? If you find someone, anyone, guy or girl, who makes you feel safe and happy, that’s who you should be with.”

Steve's eyes start to well with tears and he pinches the bridge of his nose to try and compose himself. He knows he’s too tired and when he’s this tired he’ll say anything. “Thank you.”

“Do you want me to go?” He asks, feeling like he overstayed his welcome.

He shakes his head, “no…” his voice breaks and he cries again. “I’m so tired of doing this alone and it’s been a week... A week, Ed's. What if I can't do this?”

“You can and I'm always here for you,” he agrees. “Stacy is asleep, you want me to put her in her crib? Then we can just hang out like old times?”

“If you want…” he looks down at his watch through the tears to see the time. “She has to eat again in 58 minutes.”

“She just ate?”

“She has a tiny stomach,” Steve explains. “She has 2 ounces of food every 3 hours which is 10 feedings a day and when she’s like 4 months old it goes to 5 feedings a day and at 6 months I can give her baby food.”

“That’ll be fun, I remember the blueberry puree is so fucking delicious,” he groans, leaning back against the pillows with Stacy still in his arms.

Steve moves in closer and rests his chin on eddies shoulder and stares down at his baby. “It’ll be a lot of fun when she starts being a person… you know, smiling, laughing, talking…”

“Think she’ll call you dad or mom first?” He teases, enjoying how cuddling Steve suddenly got.

He simply shrugs, "Doesn't matter to me," he replies, eyes fluttering, he’s tired and comfortable and safe. His stress levels are down, Eddie’s breathing is calming and so Steve falls asleep there on his shoulder.

Eddie basks in the glory of being with Steve in sweet moments like these. They’ve fallen asleep together in this bed before, crossfaded from a night of self-medicating and sharing their struggles with nightmares. He’s felt the warmth of Steve's arms around him many times, but holding Steve’s daughter, who has a name they picked together, who Steve trusts him with, with Steve sound asleep on his shoulder?

It’s more affection and love than Eddie ever expected to feel from his best friend.

—

Eddie gets a lot more comfortable with Stacy after a few more days. He watches her for a whole 2 hours completely alone, he makes her a bottle and changes her diaper and rocks her to sleep all while Steve registers his tiny human as a real person and picks up some groceries. He comes basically running down the basement stairs once he’s home, missing his little girl dearly, finding her passed out on Eddie’s chest while he reads one of Steve’s many parenting books.

It stops him dead in his tracks when he sees it.

His heart beats like mad in his chest as he realizes why it’s such a sight to be seen.

He’s madly in love with Eddie and how he takes care of him, how he makes him feel safe and secure and more loved than anyone he was ever supposed to call his family before. Eddie is such a wonderful person, Steve knew that, but now his daughter gets to know that too. She gets to experience twice the amount of love kids are supposed to feel from their dads. Because she has 2.

“Did it go okay?” Eddie asks, lowering the book from his face to see Steve. He’s running his other hand over Stacy’s back, soothing her as she sleeps, the same way Steve does every night.

He nods and makes his way closer, he sits on the edge of the bed and smiles, “she’s officially a Harrington…”

“Lucky duck,” he smirks, leaning in and gently kissing the top of her little head. “All the girls here would kill to be a Harrington.”

“Too bad I don’t want any of them,” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

Even before having a baby, he wasn’t going on dates, he was bored with the options and the personalities and he never knew why at first. Now he knows it’s because he was coming home to the biggest personality, the kindest soul, the best option for him in all of Hawkins.

“Don’t blame you there,” Eddie laughs along. “Who needs a wife when you’ve already got the best outcome of marriage right here. A perfect little girl who’s just like you.”

“She’s not even a month old, Ed’s, how much like me can she be?”

“Well for one, she can fall asleep anywhere,” he teases, not knowing Steve never had that problem until he met Eddie. He only let his guard down enough to fall asleep because he was around now, everyone was safe with Eddie in their friend group, and it allowed him to close his eyes without fear.

“And two, she can chug like a champ,” Eddie throws in. “I can’t be the only one who remembers keg stand king Steve.”

He groans, “the hangover wasn’t worth the title.”

“I bet,” he tries not to laugh in case the movement of his chest wakes her up. “And she’s cute. Cute as heck. It’s definitely your fault.”

Steve swoons, feeling his face heat up and no doubt blushing, “yeah okay… if anything she’s like me because she feels this safe with you.”

“You do?” He asks, eyes as bright as if a universe was forming behind them.

“Yeah,” he kicks off his shoes and climbs into the bed beside him, cuddling into his side with his head on Eddie’s shoulder and laying his hand over Eddie’s, on Stacy’s back. “The safest. I think she knows that too.”

Eddie lets out a deep breath, “thats all I could hope for.”

Steve kisses his shoulder gently and rests his chin right back where it was, “Can I say something… something that could change us forever?”

“I don’t think anything could change us for the worse,” he admits, feeling like he knows where this is going.

“I wouldn’t want to have a family with anyone else,” he admits. There’s no going back now. “I was really scared to marry a woman one day and have a kid and do all that normal stuff only to have my life fall to shit like my parents… and now I don’t have to do that. I have my baby. I have you. I’m good.”

“Do you know the panic that ripped through me when I saw her?” He whispers, feeling a bit ashamed for it. “I thought for sure you’d get with her mom and do the right thing and kick me out of the basement 'cause I’m a bad influence on a little life.”

“I could never,” Steve lifts his head from eddies shoulder and looks him in the eyes. “Even when Brenda showed up with her, I offered to co-parent but I didn’t want to date her or marry her or do the right thing regarding her mom… I have always liked the idea of being a dad, not so much the having a wife part.”

“Why’s that, Steve?” He wants to hear him say it.

“Cause I don’t want to end up like my dad,” he’s honest, too honest. “And I rather have a husband.”

Eddie swoons but he also feels like he can’t breathe as it all comes to light, thanks to the ball of sunshine resting on his chest.

“Is it too late to put Munson on that birth certificate?” He teases, cutting into the emotions in the room with a knife.

Steve laughs too, holding him a bit tighter, “she has 2 middle names… it’s a long ass name, but everything important is in there.”

“What is it?”

“Anastasia Elizabeth Munson Harrington…”

“So she can go by Stacy Munson if she wants to one day,” he can’t believe it, his name attached to something so pure and perfect and part Steve. His eyes well with tears, “I love it, Stevie.”

“Good,” he leans in to kiss Eddie on the cheek, only for him to turn and capture Steve’s lips with his own.

Steve rests his hand on Eddie’s cheek, holding him there as he kisses him gently for the first time. Like a cartoon, he feels as though hearts are flowing out of his head and filling the room. He’s wanted to kiss Eddie for almost a year now, ever since he held that stupid broken bottle to his neck and stared at him with those broken doe eyes.

Their noses still touch when he pulls back, more millimetres from each other, smiling as they stared into each other's eyes. “You think her eyes will turn brown?” Eddie whispers, admiring the chocolate swirls for the first time after years of thinking his own eyes were boring.

He nods, “if you read the book a bit more it says the blue often leaves a few weeks after birth.”

“Good, then she'll really look like us,” he smiles before stealing another quick kiss. “Thank you…”

“For?” He asks. It sounds a lot bigger than just him being grateful his name on the birth certificate.

“Not letting me die back there, believing me the whole time, insuring I wasn’t homeless,” the list could go on. He was forever grateful for Steve. “I’m really glad I’m here for this.”

“I’m glad you’re here too,” Steve kisses him again and again before he pulls back and looks down at their sweet girl, “I’m glad she has you. I can’t imagine a world where she’s here and you’re not. I never want to either.”

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfiction

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pencopanko · 6 months

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Do We Have a Deal? (A Coco Backstage AU Fanfic)

In which renowned actor, Héctor Rivera trolled a paparazzo by stealing his camera. Inspired by a series of photos of Keanu Reeves running away with a paparazzo's camera.

Author's Note: This was originally written some time in 2018-2019, but I was only able to finish it earlier today (GMT+7). This fanfic is set in an AU referred to as "Backstage AU" or "Actor AU" originally created by imjuanita, in which the characters in Coco are all in-universe actors. Unfortunately, I don't know how to contact her as her tumblr account has been hacked after inactivity so if you know where she is please let me know. However, if you are imjuanita and you are reading this I want to thank you personally for creating such a fun AU. I had a lot of fun exchanging ideas with you!

AO3 link here.

Héctor Rivera is usually the type of person who is willing to talk to you no matter who you are, even though he is arguably one of the hottest Latino actors in the industry. Even after his role in "Coco" as a murdered musician who happens to share his name and so much of his mannerisms that it made him even more famous, he is still willing to send a smile to his fans.

But the paparazzi? Well, that's another thing altogether. He dislikes how pervasive they are towards him, his coworkers (especially Miguel, the kid deserves a normal childhood, after all), and most of all his wife, Imelda. Unlike Ernesto who loves the attention as long as no boundaries are trespassed and deals with paparazzi in a way that is more cooperative, Héctor.... has his own ways.

Like that one time Héctor Rivera stole a camera.

"WHAT THEーHE TOOK MY CAMERA!!"

According to bystanders, Héctor was seen running from the chasing paparazzi with a bag of groceries in his right hand and a video camera on his left shoulder, presumably taken from a snooping cameraman. He was trying to get the groceries as requested by his now five-months pregnant wife, the ever-talented Imelda Rivera, when he spotted a cameraman trying to get a shot of him. Having no time for his shenanigans and interviews for that day, he quickly grabbed the camera from the cameraman's hands and ran with it.

The stout cameraman who owned the camera was barely keeping up. Héctor's long legs only made it harder for him to catch up to him. It wasn't until he saw the lanky actor took a right turn into what looked like a dead end. Huh, he's not very smart now is he, he thought to himself as he walked cautiously into the . He realized too late that Héctor Rivera is a man of surprises as he felt a hand grab him by his shoulders. The next thing he knew, he became face to face with Héctor in a small space between two buildings.

"You're new to this job, aren't you?" asked Héctor. "They're usually good at sneaking around and all that, you were out in broad daylight, amigo."

The cameraman noticed the camera placed right on top of a closed (thank goodness) garbage can. Looking back at the taller man in front of him, he noticed that his eyes are twinkling with mischief. His grin adorned with a single golden tooth just added to the whole mischievous but definitely threatening aura. He could feel his initial confidence shrink with every breath he exhaled.

"I-I'm very sorry, Sir, I was just doiー"

"Sí, sí, I know. You were just doing your job."

"It's just thatー", the cameraman continued, "you and your wife are so private, a-and people are hungry forー"

"Ah, ah, ah. None of that", Héctor retorted. "I understand that your job is on the line, but your company and you should have known better than to go after me. You're lucky that it wasn't my wife you ran into, or else she would had made sure your face meets her shoe!", he chuckled.

The cameraman could only let out an awkward chuckle in return, but while he might not had been raised in any South American countries he had heard of the power of La Chancla. To think that someone like Imelda Rivera would hit someone with her shoes felt off... but surprisingly in-character? He shuddered at the image of her piercing eyes with a shoe on hand, ready to aim it at anyone in her path.

He jumped out of his thoughts as he heard Héctor speak again. "Alright," he said, as he picked up the camera, took off the cover, and started to record a little video. "I'll let you off with a warning this time. I'll give you this clip, but promise me that you will not disturb me or my wife again. ¿Claro? Do we have a deal?"

The cameraman looked up and he saw that Héctor was indeed recording. He had the camera face the both of them, as if taking a selfie. He had his free hand up with a peace sign, all grinning, talking to the camera as if talking to the masses to leave him, his wife, his fellow cast members ESPECIALLY little Miguel alone. He couldn't help but notice the grocery bag hanging down from Héctor's arm that was holding the peace sign.

Héctor looked at him. The cameraman swore that Héctor was really glaring at him, as he cheerfully asked "Do we have a deal?" at him. He could only let out a quiet "yes" and a nod. The taller man hummed in satisfaction, as he turned off the camera and gave it back to its owner.

"Now, be careful out there and don't let me see you again, okay? ¡Adios!", exclaimed Héctor before walking out of the dark alley. The cameraman could only look at Héctor with his mouth ajar, wondering what just happened.

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Weeks later, that clip of Héctor Rivera went viral. Miguel and Ernesto found it hilarious and thought that the stupefied cameraman added a nice touch to the chaos, while Héctor was getting lectures after lectures from Imelda on taking other people's things. Though she did appreciate the praises he sang for her on that video, and for that Héctor deserved a kiss.

Oh, and the cameraman? He got paid handsomely, but quit after three months. I heard that he decided to continue his family business with that money.

#penco draws #penco writes #yupyuypup #coco pixar #pixar coco #coco backstage au #coco actor au #héctor rivera #imelda rivera #imector #ernesto de la cruz #miguel rivera #crossposted from the original post #backstage!héctor

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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i can never really tell with XZ hahahahaha i’ve had this whole “xz, a mastermind” post on my draft but i probably won’t complete it. take this as my poor attempt to ramble about this thought. I also wanna touch upon a video that’s been going around and why if you go to the bjyx super topic now people are being so loud and telling each other to not be glass hearted. but first things first, one of the accessories he wore today aside from the lion themed bag is a very recognizable scarf.

1. There was an Anti, days ago who posted about WYB wearing a worn out jacket and saying he’s poor. I mean they can’t find anything wrong with him at all so they just to make anything stick. So people are saying that, the reason why GG wore this old/recognizable scarf is to say that he repeats his outfits too. So what?

2. The appearance of this scarf lends more proof to WYB delivering winter clothes/accessories to XZ in Shanghai. What are the chances that he was photographed ( stalked ) in CQ every damn day that he was shooting there and he was in shorts. Even if it was getting colder. Then he goes incognito in SH. Shows up very late to early in the morning in Suzhou just in time for Weibo night ( wearing the same GUCCI coat he was photographed in today ). Disappears. Now he decides to grace us with his presence and wears this SCARF. Where the hell did this come from. An old scarf that is probably stored at his Beijing home. Yes, we know he can have his stuff shipped and all that but what are the chances — we were clowning about it and then this “evidence” pops up. It’s some kind of self fulfilling prophecy we have going on here or something.

3. He had his phone out. This usually doesn’t happen when he shows up in airports. It’s like he is confirming to us that what we know about his phone case is true. Plus it is suspiciously similar to Bobo’s ( as seen in Wuzhen but we need a clearer photo ).

I may be giving XZ too much credit but this guy knows what he’s doing. He can be out of people’s sight if he wants and just show up when he needs you to see him. I don’t think him being spotted in Suzhou that day close to WB night was a coincidence. There were lots of talks about the event being cancelled and no word from the awards show’s account, so him being spotted there was the confirmation. The star of the event has arrived, the show will go on. It’s not a coincidence that XZS often posts personal vlogs/photos of him when rumors about XZ are getting out of control. It gives something to distract the fans. It was on purpose that he showed up in the streets of Beijing ( in broad daylight ) when people said he was in Changsha. What i’m trying to say is him being intentional is not only because of CPN — it’s how he manages his professional career too. He always said that when he goes to work, he needs to know what the purpose is. He can’t just show up.

Tho when it comes to CPN, I think it’s a mixed bag. Some are intentional and other are so natural because they are ingrained in each other’s lives. It’s either he is confirming things that fans are talking about and whether we pick up on it or not is up to us. Hours later, I think I know why this was happened.

THIS VIDEO WAS LEAKED TODAY. I won’t keep it. Watch it and judge for yourself. This was allegedly after 2020 Starlight Event where people were invited for a get together of some sort. The shrimp opinion book who has connections with XZS ( allegedly ) already published a message on this as follows:

As the team has repeatedly refuted rumors, the artist has always been single. This is after 2020 Starlight Awards. A big party organized by the organizers, those who are invited to the event of the day and there were many artists and staff. There are other artists and organizers around the artist. Obviously, the video was intentionally cut out. The people present on the left, right and in front maliciously create and convey false impressions that confuse the public. Now two years later, long after the end of the cooperation, afterwards, it flows out in this form, and the intention is very obvious.Please don't believe in such instigation methods, don't fall for it, thanks!

So when I watched it, I knew their “shippers” would love it. but tbh, the way XZ treats her is like a younger sister. not an equal at all. I think we all have a good guess of why this was leaked now. Right after the entertainment ban at that, making sure to release something “explosive” about XZ. Some people just cannot stand to see him shine on his own merit during the Weibo Event last 11/29 so they gotta do something to discredit him. I feel sad that he had his guard down at the time, It was his first awards show after 227 and i guess he thought he was in a safe environment. Obviously not. I’m glad that he is much guarded now because it seems like everyone around him cannot be trusted. I wonder how many of these so-called friends have secretly filmed him and kept those stuff as ammunition for later on. It’s so disgusting. 💀💀💀

I don’t know how XZS will handle this or if the shrimp opinion book message is their way of putting out the fire. It depends if it will gain traction with melon accounts or whatever. The only consolation is this, we will get a big candy anytime soon. It his track record is to be trusted, then he will drop things. or has already. Anyway, that’s all. The road ahead is long. Some days I forget that our boys have so many people who want to tear them down in whatever means they can, but they won’t win. Evil never wins.

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do

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skateboardtotheheart · 1 year

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Please, give us some Christmas headcannons I beg you! They are freaking adorable and I have butterflies in my stomach reading them 🥺

omg hell yeah i'll give you some christmas headcanons!!

wille has never been a huge fan of christmas because at the castle it usually means a lot of press and events and always getting stuck wearing uncomfortable clothes. the only part of christmas he ever did enjoy once he outgrew the childhood wonder was sneaking away on the 24th to exchange gifts with erik

simon LOVES christmas. he gets in the spirit on november 1st and doesn't let it go until well into january

the christmas after the video was the worst one either of them have ever had. they were both utterly miserable and wallowed and grieved the entire day. after getting back together and discussing how awful it had been for them both, Simon declared that it didn't count and they should get a do over. the next weekend, wille went over to simon's to find his boyfriend's room turned into a christmas wonderland and they spent the whole day watching children's movies, wearing warm sweaters, drinking a saved bottle of christmas soda, and exchanging gifts. it's the happiest wille has ever been on a christmas, even if it wasn't the actual holiday

simon buys them matching ugly sweaters. wille tries so hard to be nice because of how excited simon is about it but looking at the thing honestly makes him want to tear it to shreds, it's so awful. it has pompoms and bells and lights that work. he wears it every time simon asks him to and when the season is done he puts it protectively in the back of his closet

they both struggle like crazy to get each other a gift. wille doesn't want to get something that makes simon freak out about how much it costs and simon knows he can't spend as much money as the types of gifts wille might be used to. they both freak out about it until on two separate occasions, felice smacks them upside the head and tells them to just do something meaningful and sweet

in the end, wille writes simon a lengthy letter about how happy simon makes him and how much he loves him, pairing it with a framed print out of simon's favorite photo of them. simon lands on doing a handful of recordings of him singing some of wille's favorite songs which he thinks sound really bad but make wille cry. both of them struggle to stop smiling for D A Y S

simon makes it look like the holidays threw up in wille's room. he walks in one day to find tinsel everywhere and handcut snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and a soft candycane blanket on his bed and snowmen EVERYWHERE and he has never regretted leaving simon alone in his room more. even still, he doesn't take down a single thing and enjoys the way simon's eyes light up when he sees that wille left it all

since wille has to be at the castle for the 24th, he does a celebration with the eriksson family on the 22nd before he leaves. linda cooks a feast and wille insists on helping her out while simon and sara are both in the living room, shouting updates about what's going on in the overly cheesy christmas romcom on tv. it's so warm and comfortable and happy that wille practically forgets why he doesn't like christmas in the first place

wille still buys erik christmas gifts. on the 24th, during the late afternoon as it always was, wille sneaks into erik's room to put the gift in one of the now emptied out drawers. he's pretty sure most of the staff knows he's been doing it, but none of them say anything and the gifts are still there the next time he's in the room

even though he’s not a christmas guy, wille really does love winter (one of the reasons he allows simon’s decorating a pass). he’s the cheesy one who buys them both hot chocolate and drags simon on a stroll through the middle of town while snow drifts down around them. when simon starts getting too cold wille wraps simon in his own scarf and lets simon stick both his hands in wille’s coat pockets for extra warmth. at least five times he can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss the tip of simon’s nose. it’s like something straight out of a movie and the next day, there’s pictures on the internet of the crown prince and his boyfriend huddled together as snow falls from the dark night sky and besotted smiles take up their faces

simon is an extremely skilled snowball fighter from years of doing them with rosh and ayub. wille has never had a snowball fight in his life but is determined that he will beat simon. the game has been going on and off for weeks now. they’ve both recruited classmates for sneak attacks on the other and now nearly every other first year is involved. it has become a war. there is no ceasefire in sight. chaos reigns on the hillerska campus

#young royals #young royals headcanon #young royals season 2 #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilmon #yr s2 spoilers #christmas #winter #christmas headcanon

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bizarrequazar · 2 years

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Collected information and sources about the 05-04 Instagram video

As I’m sure many are aware by now, a six minute video of Zhang Zhehan speaking was posted on the Instagram a little after midnight on May 4th (CST). [subbed video]

Below is a collection of information discussing it, why people find its contents questionable, and why there is reason to believe it was faked.

Video Summary

He says that “the letter” (presumably the one on 04-30, discussed below) was by him.

He implies that Gong Jun “was the one who poured oil on [him]” and pushed the CP (ship) for profit. Gong Jun’s name is not said, but a specific incident from September of one of Zhang Zhehan’s baby photos being used in a show appearance Gong Jun did is mentioned, clearing any doubt that he is the one being implied.

He talks about how much money and effort was put into destroying his name.

He talks about a number of new hobbies and pursuits that relate to the merch and things from Zhang Sanjian’s essays (an online persona claiming to be Zhang Zhehan.)

He directly says he wants to cut ties with “those [fans] who don’t want to wake up,” the implication being CP fans.

Unsurprisingly, this caused quite an upset for many fans, with solo fans directing more hate than usual at CPFs and making claims that anyone questioning the video doesn’t care about him.

Many tabloid reporters have picked up on the topic of the video—far more than is natural.

Context of the Instagram Account

Prior to this video being posted, there has been a huge amount of reason to doubt that Zhang Zhehan is the one behind the account, and to believe that his former music manager Xie Yihua is using it for personal gain and/or because of ties she has with CAPA, the association heavily suspected of being behind 813.

The account has been used to push an exorbitantly priced merch brand supposedly for Zhang Zhehan, but public records show that all profits go to her and her sister.

There is currently unverified mention of Xie Yihua trying to convince Li Xuezheng to not sue CAPA. Xie Yihua herself has professional connections to CAPA.

Xie Yihua’s son made a comment on Bilibili on August 17th saying that Zhang Zhehan does not have sole access to his Instagram account and that it is not registered to his own phone number.

Xie Yihua and people working for her have been specifically and intentionally directing hate towards Gong Jun since at least late January

Every single action from the Instagram account since its pfp changed on March 31st has been suspicious, and every post prior to this video has had solid evidence indicating that they are either fake or being presented in a false context. A full timeline and breakdown of the account can be found [here]; below are the key points leading up to this video:

03-31 and 04-01: pfp change + a fan who was previously in Xie Yihua’s circle publicly denounced her.

04-03: The first photos of Zhang Zhehan were posted. Every single photo posted since has been from the same photoshoot, which is believed to have been taken around last June.

04-11 and 04-13: Videos were posted of a figure playing guitar from the neck down; in the second video the camera “falls” and Zhang Zhehan’s face is briefly visible. These videos have been thoroughly debunked and shown to be edited.

04-30: The letter (presumably) referred to in this most recent video was posted. Many of the issues with the content are similar to the video, discussed below. The photo shows signs of being photoshopped, and the handwriting and signature do not match Zhang Zhehan’s.

The Timing

The video was released on a very specific date: the anniversary of the Word of Honor concert, and what is Youth Day in China. ↳ The concert—the promise—was one of the happiest times for fans, especially CPFs. The anniversary was therefore an emotionally heightened date to begin with, making it easier to be emotionally affected. ↳ Youth Day means that people’s minds would more easily draw connections from the contents of the video to meaning that Gong Jun is misleading youths (ie. his fans), especially with the specific mention made of pushing an m/m CP. A reminder that 813 was timed to be right before a patriotic holiday in order to have maximum effect.

A few days before this, Sophie (one of the people working for Xie Yihua, who has encouraged online slander against Gong Jun, and who took part in last July’s girlfriend rumors against Zhang Zhehan) posted a list of “CP-breaking tactics” that would be employed soon, listed among which was videos.

The Contents

[Here] and [here] are discussions about the content of what is said in the video. The primary concern is that none of it is beneficial to him. The main points:

What is said in the video is very obviously designed to destroy a portion of his own fanbase.

If there is a real issue with Gong Jun, there are much more professional ways to handle the situation. Denouncing a former coworker makes him undesirable to work with in the future, and it pointedly directs fans to attack both Gong Jun and each other. Prior to 813, Zhang Zhehan said multiple times that he dislikes fans fighting, and that fans do not determine his actions.

At no point in the video is his legal case or CAPA ever so much as alluded to. This is a huge red flag, in case it wasn’t obvious.

[Here] is the baby picture mentioned in the video, which was on a program filmed in May 2021 that aired in September. It was selected by the program Gong Jun appeared on, he did not see it during the filming itself, the interview included zero mention of Zhang Zhehan, and the mistake was edited after it was pointed out. Honestly I don’t think anyone made nearly as big a deal out of it as the video implies; I’ve seen it mentioned maybe twice prior to this and only as an amusing mistake to laugh about.

Some Taiwanese phrasing snuck into the video. Use of Taiwanese in the previous Instagram posts and Zhang Sanjian’s essays is one of the factors that have made people believe Xie Yihua is involved in their writing, due to herself and her family being from Taiwan. Zhang Zhehan himself always used mainland phrasing in what can be verified as things said and written by him.

Deepfake Information and Evidence

“deepfake n. — A video of a person in which their face or body has been digitally altered so that they appear to be someone else, typically used maliciously or to spread false information.”

The possibility of a deepfake being used is something that has been considered since the Instagram was unprivated. Some have actually been surprised it didn’t happen before this.

[Here] and [here] are examples of deepfakes. A quick search will find you many more. [Here] is an example showing how easy it is for even a layperson to make one nowadays.

The requirements to make a deepfake, quoted from here, are as follows:

Takes 300-500 images to make a good deepfake

About 4-5 hours for a decent video

Cost is $500-1000 to hire semi-professional

Deepfake training can be up to 12-48 hrs

There are dozens of deepfake apps

CCTV also ~coincidentally~ put out a news story explaining deepfakes on May 6th; the cost of them in China specifically is a little over 1k RBM.

[Here] is a list of things to look for to identify a deepfake.

[Here] and [here] are videos about audio deepfakes.

[Here] are notes from an audio discussion with a computer engineer where he was asked questions that concern this video.

[Here] is a video about technical oddities in the video. [Here] is a followup highlighting a few more.

[Here] is the video sped up to highlight the lack of body movement. [Here] is a sped up interview from last spring for comparison.

[Here] is a thread highlighting what appears to be a glitch with one eye.

[Here] is a thread comparing his teeth, [here] is a frame where his lower teeth seem to clip into his upper.

Many have commented that his ears look wrong, comparison photo below.

[Here] is a video using AI to test the likelihood of the face in the video being fake, presented in comparison to the same AI being used on past interviews as well as known deepfake videos. The creator includes graphs displaying the results and an explanation for how the AI was trained. [Here] are the sources needed to recreate the test.

[Here] is a deepfake a fan made of Zhang Zhehan.

As much as any of the technical aspects, however, what many people have been trusting as evidence that the video is fake is the simple fact that none of this fits who he always showed himself to be prior to 813. I’m not going to link evidence here, because honestly all you need to do is pull up any interview he did.

Does trauma change people? Yes. But this is a signficant change from what we saw even from the interview with Li Xuezheng recorded at the end of December. If he didn’t change that much in the four months when his life was destroyed and his mother was considering suicide, then it seems hard to imagine that something so major as to effect this supposed change could have happened since that interview without us hearing anything about it.

Miscellaneous Additional Info

Some have reported that their comments on the video asking about his wellbeing and about his case were deleted. As a reminder, when 813 happened, the only comments he deleted from his apology letter’s post were those supporting him—presumably because he didn’t want his fans to be targetted—while the ones vilifying him were left.

With regard to Zhang Zhehan’s attitude toward CPFs and homosexuality prior to this, see [this video] [this video] and [this tweet], or simply watch the concert and the Word of Honor bts.

[Here] is another post discussing the video and its circumstances as a whole.

To the question of “If it’s an imposter why hasn’t the real Zhang Zhehan said anything?” see [this thread].

[Here] is a statement put out by a Chinese actress who also had her Instagram stolen and hasn’t been able to get it shut down.

[Here] is a thread talking about the tactic of emotionally overwhelming those following the account. (Remember, the real fight is against CAPA, not this.)

[Here] is a video explaining how deepfakes can even be used in livestreams nowadays. [Here] is an example of one being used in real time in front of a live audience.

If you have any questions, comments, concerns, corrections, or additions to what is written here, please let me know.

This post was last edited 2023-01-05.

#Another case of ''I didn't mean for this to get so long''#Zhang Zhehan #Word of Honor #my zzh posts #I'll reblog this for my followers in the morning considering it's the middle of the night where I am #but I want to get this out asap before more shit happens #Edit: Shit happened literally five minutes before I posted this.#zzh info

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idk why but i thought of sam and fear play. i guess those yandere!sr headcanons and your dark!sam post are getting to me.

anyways, dark!sam x reader hcs?

— @staif-and-broulderbeans-anon

@staif-and-broulderbeans-anon

as the ceo of sam simps i formally apologise for taking so damn long on this ask lmao. i hope u can forgive me because this is so long and also i learned tumblr has a character limit whilst writing this which i did not know

tw: sam is a disgusting creep and a massive stalker in this, noncon/rape, assault, threats of murder, actual fucking murder, knife play, fear play, kidnapping, somnophilia, dacryphilia, possessive behaviour, general scumbaggery, yandere!sam, dark!sam, afab reader, i think this one is WAY more fucked up than the other one and i am SO SORRY

the time you think you met sam for the first time and the actual first time he saw you are very different. it was in passing at your workplace, a shitty 24/7 chain convenience store that you always managed to have the night shifts for.

it was getting late, but you still had quite a few more hours before the next guy came in to take over, and with no customers you found yourself drifting off at the counter, slumping in your seat as you took a much needed nap.

thing is, you did have a customer. sam's just far too good at being silent, standing off in the corner as he tries to figure out which iced coffee he's going to buy.

he peers around the shelves, spotting you, peacefully drifting off, messy hair framing your pretty face. you are absolutely adorable.

since there's nobody else in the shop, he spends a good few minutes walking around to make it seem like he's browsing the goods, when in reality he's watching you intently, drinking in every single detail of the scene like he's a man dying of dehydration

here's the thing about dark/yandere!sam. sam knows what he's doing is incredibly fucking creepy and weird. he just doesn't care. boundaries are a myth to him, but at the same time he has no illusions about what he's doing. he enjoys the feeling of power it gives him, the way he could scare someone into isolation with just a few well timed encounters. he's a massive sadist.

sam, having figured out where the cameras are by now, stands in a spot where he knows that he wont be spotted as he begins to take photos of you, taking a short video of the way your chest rises and falls.

he leaves without buying anything. why would he disturb you when you so clearly need it?

when you wake up, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. which you are. you very much are.

sam starts to stalk you online. he finds out every single detail he can, your social media accounts, your previous places of employment, everywhere you've lived, everywhere you've ever attended school or university, the works. he creates an entire batch of dummy accounts with false identities to follow you on accounts and to drop seemingly innocuous comments to record your responses.

within a month, he knows more about you than you could've ever possibly imagined. and you still don't even know he exists.

another thing is that he's done this to others before. but they rarely ever get past this first stage because they stop being interesting to him. not you, though. you're not so lucky.

the stalking escalates soon after to real life. you never see him, not once, as he slowly begins to map out your entire routine and lifestyle by following you.

he takes lots and lots of photos, and every single one goes up on the walls of his spare room. it's getting hard to see the original paint, and he's started having to layer photos on top of each other in some places, which upsets him.

you're taking over his entire life. you're all he thinks about. you are everything he's ever wanted and ever needed.

it goes on like this for three months before he finally 'meets' you, and even then it's been set up entirely for his own benefit.

you've just gotten some takeaway from this one place you really like when it starts pouring outside. you groan, knowing that you've got to walk home and your umbrella mysteriously vanished from your workplace just a few days ago. (sam has it.)

like a guardian angel, sam appears. he's got a big enough umbrella for the two of you and just so happens to be going in the same direction as your house. how convenient! he offers to walk with you.

you're suspicious of him at first, because it's some stranger who's come out of nowhere, but he seems to legitimately be going in the same direction as you and you really don't want to get your food wet. you agree, but keep one hand on the pepper spray in your pocket the whole time.

you chat to him on the walk back and he seems... actually quite nice! somehow, you end up with his number, and the two of you start messaging.

slowly but surely, sam begins to worm his way into your life. he doesn't rush it- no, he knows that this is a process that takes time. you need to trust him, and he is willing to wait his whole life for you.

despite all of this, he doesn't introduce you to sr. yes, he is an incredibly patient man, but if he has to take... drastic measures, he doesn't want them asking about why you've gone missing.

don't worry, you wont be dead! you'll just be tied up somewhere super safe where nobody can ever hurt you :)

sam's got a big house in a remote area. he slowly renovates one of the rooms into a perfect place to hold you, just in case

after all, he's hoping he wont ever need it. if all goes well, you won't need an introductory period where you get used to your new life, you'll just be sleeping with him from the get-go

still, he is patient. he waits. he wants everything to be picture perfect.

one day, though, you manage to test his patience a bit too much.

you don't mean to. it's just that for the very first time in the two years you've known him, you've decided to go on a date. you tell sam about the guy you're seeing, not knowing that you've given him enough information to find him.

sam is patient, but sam does not like competition. it doesn't take him much to abduct and kill them in the small apartment he rented to pretend he lived in for when you came over (he was intending to pretend that he'd just purchased his big house later down the line to convince you to move in with him)

unbeknownst to him, you already trust him far more than he thinks.

you've made your way to his apartment to ask if you can spend the night with him watching shitty horror movies instead because you're not actually too comfortable with the date and you're regretting it, only to find him halfway through butchering the man, covered in blood.

you don't even get the chance to scream. he knocks you out then and there, lamenting about how all his well-laid plans have gone to waste.

when you wake up later, it's to pleasure. you moan slightly in your half-awake stupor, too tired to really realise what's going on. is this a wet dream? it feels good, gentle hands touching you just where you want them to be.

it's only when sam laughs softly that you wake up fully, panic overtaking you.

you're tied to a wooden chair, all of your clothes having been pulled off. sam's hands rest on your thighs as he buries his face in your crotch, kissing and licking you as you squirm. you've only just woken up, but you already feel so incredibly overstimulated, his every movement sending shocks through your body.

sam takes his time. he wants to savour every single part of you.

you dont know how long he spends inbetween your legs, his beard brushing up against your skin and making you shiver. you do know that by the time he's finally has his fill you've cum at least thrice, legs shaking uncontrollably.

when he does finish, he crawls up onto your lap, kissing you gently, running his hands through your hair as he grinds his hips slightly, bulge incredibly visible in his tight pants. he's still fully clothed.

you sob uncontrollably, begging him to stop. your crying only turns him on more, and he leans in to lick your tears off your cheeks, an action that stuns you into horrified silence.

he unzips his pants, pulling out his erect cock and letting it rest on your stomach so you can see just how much you turn him on. precum begins to slowly leak down onto your skin, and you whimper pathetically.

he pulls a knife from his pocket, and slowly begins to trail it across your skin.

you yelp, telling him that you'll do anything as long as he doesn't hurt you. he coos at you, leaving hickeys on your neck.

this knife isn't to ensure your compliance. it's because sam wants to watch you bleed.

gently, he begins to leave shallow cuts along your body. they wont scar (too bad), but they will sting and they will most certainly bleed. every time he starts to drag the blade across your body you can see how his dick twitches in excitement

he begins to move, cutting away the ropes binding your legs before lifting them up and gripping onto them tightly so that he has better access to you, positioning himself at your entrance

you dont get any warning when sam slips his cock inside of you, beginning to thrust into you. again, he wants to take his time and drag this out as long as he possibly can, but it's so hard when you feel so fucking good.

it's like a switch has flipped. he becomes aggressive, grabbing you by your hair to force you to lift your head and look at him as he holds the knife to your neck. his thrusts become rougher, making the wooden chair creak with the force he's exerting.

the knife is right above your jugular, ready to drain the blood from you in one swipe. you know he can do it, too. you've already seen him murder another human. what's one more?

"beg." he hisses into your ear, grip tightening on your hair. "beg for me to fuck you, you fucking whore, or i'll slit your throat right here." the knife pushes harder into your skin, breaking the very top layers of skin and allowing a tiny amount of blood to run down your neck. "beg for me. tell me you want it, baby. i know you want it. let me hear you scream, or i'll fucking make you."

you beg. you plead for him to fuck you harder, to keep going, to be as rough with you as he likes. he listens, grabbing your jaw and forcing him to kiss you before biting down onto your shoulders, grip so tight you feel like you're going to bruise

you can't stop the broken moans that spill out of you as he slams into you over and over again. he laughs. "you're so much tighter when you're scared, darling. it's so fucking good"

you shudder as he finishes inside of you, warmth flooding in. he pulls out, grabbing his phone and taking a photo of his cum spilling out, bruises beginning to form on your body as cuts scab over

the switch flips again and he goes back to gentle and caring, brushing your hair from your eyes as he gazes at you with so much love in his eyes that it feels like it will burn you, slowly starting to take care of your superficial wounds

sam's so happy to have you, and you've got a very long time to learn to love him the way he loves you

#ngl i wanted to add some more but i thought i'd be crossing a few lines since it was very dark #smut headcanon #smut #sam x reader #broulder x reader #dark!sam x reader #dark!broulder x reader #yandere!sam #noncon warning #this one. yikes

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OneNETnews Investigates: German Twitch Streamer throws a Supersonic Hardcore Home Rave Party during in-game of CoDMW2 [EXCLUSIVE]

(Prepared by Lisa Loud & Rhayniel Saldasal Calimpong / Stringer Correspondent of Nickelodeon News & Freelance News Writer, Reporter and Presenter of OneNETnews)

BERLIN, GERMANY -- A 16 y/o gamer and amateur freelance disc jockey (DJ) named Crossmauz was recently gained internet fame for his self-streaming loud EDM music on Twitch, complete with flashing photosensitive lights, smoke machines & pyrotechnics from his home that evening in Germany last mid-April 2022.

Every time when Crossmauz wins a match and killed from a simulated first-person action shooter via PlayStation and XBox gaming console, he consistently rave himself at home. Despite concerns from some about the potential house fires per netizens' feedback online via chat lines, Crossmauz continues to celebrate his gaming victories with at-home raves, in exchange to go off-air to burn himself in arson, almost anytime unnoticed. Our digital news team of OneNETnews is currently investigating the story, looking into the details behind Crossmauz's viral videos, live sets and game streaming on his own Twitch account.

For those unaware aside the rave party of Crossmauz, 'Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2' is a first-person shooter video game released in mid-November 2009. It is the 6th installment in the Call of Duty (CoD) series and a direct sequel to CoD 4: Modern Warfare. The game takes place 5 years after the events of the first MW game and follows the efforts of the American and British forces to stop a Russian ultranationalist from starting a war.

Following a direct sequel in late-October 2022 with the same title, the original MW focuses a single-player and returns to a traditional war gameplay. CoDMW2 features multiplayer modes and a Special Operations' cooperative mode, with a first-person simulated shooter benefits that does not imitated in the real world. The games are available exclusively for adults on both PlayStation and Xbox consoles, per Entertainment Software Rating Board (ESRB) rating of A.O. in the United States of America (U.S.A.) and Canada, which contains a lot of unpleasant gun violence and war.

In addition, Crossmauz's EDM selections includes fast-paced music genres like Hardcore and Speedcore.

These music styles, similar to Hardstyle have been popularized by artists such as Lil' Texas (whose real name is Samuel Patrick Barry in Dallas county) and Porter Weston Robinson (an indie music endorser of Secret Sky). With beats exceeding 200+ BPM (beats per minute), they provide an intense soundtracks for his gaming sessions.

Born in 2007, he began streaming on Twitch in late-January 2020, and started his first online broadcast streaming last mid-September the said year (excluding CoViD-19 or Coronavirus Disease pandemic worldwide).

(Screengrab Photo / Dexerto)

Crossmauz did not achieve initial popularity until the surge happened around 7 months later by April 2021, his current channel theme of streaming EDM party music adopts his dream into a reality as accompanied by a laser and pyrotechnics show. This was first experienced significantly growth of 26.03% in early May 2021, with increasing popularity reported by Social Blade, Twitch Tracker and Sully Gnome.

Despite attempts to reach Crossmauz for a comment through private messages on Instagram and a German Twitch representative, but it was impossible to receive a response on our news team thru OneNETnews for an investigative online interview. It is speculated that if Lil' Texas and Robinson were to sign Crossmauz's management contract to a disclosed independent music label, he could potentially make a significant impact to start a career in the music industry.

Crossmauz has nearly reached 430k Twitch followers, with approximately 35% of them tuning in regularly. Many fans enjoy watching a teenager thriving in the freelance DJ music scene, and to see a bright future for him as a Twitch streamer, DJ or both.

With the possibility of collaboration between the established artists like Lil' Texas and Robinson, Crossmauz's career could possibly expand even further when he comes an adulthood in 2025 or 2028, which is subject for the sales and a hidden talent agency's approval.

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: Crossmauz via Twitch LIVE Video

SOURCE: *https://www.sportskeeda.com/esports/twitch-streamer-goes-viral-throwing-raves-stream [Referenced News Article from Sportskeeda] *https://socialblade.com/twitch/user/crossmauz [Referenced Analytics via SocialBlade] *https://twitchtracker.com/crossmauz/statistics [Referenced Analytics via TwitchTracker] *https://sullygnome.com/channel/crossmauz/longtermstats [Referenced Analytics via Sully Gnome] *https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/people/crossmauz [Referenced Biography from Know Your Meme] *https://djmag.com/news/15-year-old-twitch-streamer-goes-viral-pyrotechnics-and-rave-lasers-his-bedroom [Referenced News Article via DJ Mag] *https://www.dexerto.com/entertainment/streamer-who-raves-all-the-time-blows-up-on-twitch-after-clip-goes-viral-1805037/ [Referenced News Article via Dexerto] *https://sea.ign.com/twitch/184131/news/twitch-streamer-celebrates-every-kill-with-rave-party [Referenced News Article via Imagine Games Network News] *https://www.insomniac.com/music/artists/lil-texas/ [Referenced Biography via Insomniac] *https://www.discogs.com/artist/3325453-Lil-Texas [Referenced Biography via Discogs] *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porter_Robinson *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Call_of_Duty:_Modern_Warfare_2 *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Call_of_Duty:_Modern_Warfare_II_(2022_video_game) *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardcore_(electronic_dance_music_genre) and *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speedcore

-- OneNETnews Team

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survey--s · 1 year

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413.

Who’s the last person you were angry with? A (now ex) client for constantly messing me around and cancelling walks with less than an hours notice -_- What was the last video game that you beat? I don’t remember.

When was the last time you ate Pop Tarts? A few years ago. I always love the idea but they always taste like cardboard and disappointment, lol.

Have you ever hyperventilated? Yes, I’ve had a few panic attacks in my time.

Have you ever had lice? I think I did once or twice when I was in primary school, yeah.

Colored or black-and-white photo? I prefer coloured photos.

Do you believe in astrology? No.

Who did you last give a piggyback ride to? Probably my niece, but that was years ago now.

Do you like Lady Gaga or does she try too hard? Her music is catchy but I don’t get the appeal of her style or anything. She seems to have totally disappeared lately anyway.

What’s the ugliest trend you’ve ever seen? Crocs.

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I have cats and a dog, but I wouldn’t keep my favourite wild animals at pets, no.

What would you do if you were stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean? Do whatever I could to get help.

When was the last time you played Guitar Hero? Years ago. Does that game even really exist anymore?

Where did you last wear a bathing suit? Last time I used the hot tub at Tracey’s - so maybe September, I think?

Who did your last notification come from? Paul.

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? Either is fine unless it’s something intimate, then I prefer female.

Ever cried so much you threw up? Yeah, quite a few times lol.

Are you completely over your last relationship? Yes.

Have you ever gone to a beach? I live about five minutes from the beach - I’m there pretty much every single day.

Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? Yeah, and I was right lol.

What do you usually order on a pizza? If I’m getting takeaway, I love a BBQ meat feast. if I’m in an Italian restaurant, I’ll go for a fancy margarita with sundried tomatoes, mozzarella and pesto.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? No.

The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? Yeah, I always use conditioner, otherwise my hair goes really dry and frizzy.

Would you ever visit a psychic? If it was free, sure, I’d go for a laugh.

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? No, I was never allowed a pet when I was growing up.

Has anyone ever called you stuck-up? Yes.

Had sex at school? No.

[TW: ABUSE] Abusive relationship: leave him/her or keep it a secret? It’s not exactly that straightforward, is it?

What recently happened that made you proud of yourself? I got Stanley to canter in my lesson a few weeks ago after my instructor told me he’d been refusing for days, lol.

[TW: DRUG OD] Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly? No.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? They are, yes.

Have you ever made out on a couch? Sure.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? A really, really good night’s sleep.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? I don’t really drink much but I’ll be having mulled wine after my beach ride tomorrow morning as we get one for free lol.

What are you doing on Halloween? I worked.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? No.

Do you own any Sims games? Which ones? I own Sims 1-3 on my laptop but I haven’t played for years.

What are you listening to at the moment? It’s Me or the Dog.

First letter of the names of everyone you have kissed? .

If you could take back saying anything to anyone, what would it be? Nothing.

Do you do anything regularly that could damage your body? I mean, my diet isn’t brilliant.

When were you the saddest in your life? Probably my final year of university.

If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? I don’t have any siblings. Have you been outside today? Yeah, I work outdoors. I was out for work from around 8-1, then I came home and sorted out my Christmas presents, went back to the shops and the post office, then back home to unpack and have a bath, then back out to do my last cat visit of the day. Did you know you wanted to be in a relationship with the person you are now when you first met him/her? No.

Would you rather live in Alaska or New Zealand? New Zealand.

Is there anyone in your life that knows right away something’s wrong with you? Yeah, my husband and my mum.

What would you do if you walked into your house only to find your boyfriend and your mother making out? I mean, why would that ever happen? lol.

What if you found out your partner had a previous sex change? Again, that’s not going to happen.

Have you ever dated someone in the military? Yes.

When’s the next time you’ll have to buy a gift for someone? Christmas.

List the last ten people that texted you. Suzanne, Jade, Mike, Alice, Helen, my mum, Sophie, Marc, Leila, Steph.

What colour is your favourite eye shadow? Silver.

What’s your favourite hairstyle on a guy? It depends on the person.

Who was the last person to call you beautiful? I honestly don’t remember.

Who was the last person of the opposite sex to Facebook message you? My dad, I think.

Do you know how to make origami? I used to know how to make a couple of things, but that was years ago.

Who is your hero? I don’t really have one.

How would you like to be proposed to one day? I’ve been proposed to twice. All that matters is that it’s genuine.

When was the last time you saw your brother? I don’t have a brother. I last saw my brother-in-law about six months ago.

Would you introduce the last person you kissed to your parents? They’ve met loads of times. I mean, we are married lol.

What does the shirt you’re wearing look like? I’m wearing a bright pink t-shirt, a grey knit jumper and a cream hoody.

Do you like to cuddle? I love it but I don’t like it when the weather is hot and you get all sweaty.

Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single? No, we’re married.

Would your parents disown you if you got pregnant? No.

Any baby names you think you might name your future kids? I don’t want kids.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? It was me that ended it, but it his fault.

Has anyone seen you naked in the last 6 months? Yeah.

#survey #surveys

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Let's discuss hypocrisy and that "collab blog post"... Pt.2

Something that's been made very apparent to everyone reading SimplestSimon's blog posts recently is that they, along with a few select others, have access to photos and videos that have never been posted online before. Fair enough.

The question remains...why mention this?

A few reasons come to mind on why they would bother to do this. SimplestSimon and their clan have felt especially triggered lately by an account who engages in what they call "stealing" (despite the content, according to SimplestSimon and crew, not technically being "stealable" by definition since it belongs to the content producer, and not the fan accounts re-posting it. Wait, you don't remember their definition from Part 1 of this post? Quick, go back, re-educate and re-confuse yourself!) and wanted to prove a "point" to this person, for reasons only valid to their immature adult brains.

The fact that we've lost count of how many posts and comments various Anti Alida accounts (SimplestSimon, FullOfTricks, etc) have dedicated to this topic just goes to show the maturity level of these Truth Tellers. We are so lucky to have them.

*As an interesting side note, and something we'll discuss further in a future post where we dive into bullying in the fandom, this bullied account is engaging in what every single Bill news/tribute page does, which is re-posting images, screenshots, articles, and videos of him. Literally no difference.

But it's more than that. SimplestSimon and crew are trying to establish a hierarchy in the fandom; the "haves" and the "have nots". Yes, seriously. I wish we were joking.

They have info and they want to smear it in the faces of everyone else. It's a power trip. It's an inflation of their fragile egos.

It's also fucking childish beyond belief. The petty work of a slighted 10 year old. If these photos they've gathered are not meant to be seen by the masses, maybe, I don't know, don't mention you have them at all? *Especially* since they were taken from private accounts where Bill most likely did not give his consent to be filmed.

Yeah, see, but that would be too mature, which they are not.

What's more, there was so much hype, so much build up around the release. One would think that these people had some serious tea to spill. Instead, we see Bill playing darts and a couple of blurry photos from across the room that look like they were screenshot from security cam footage from 1998.

Riveting.

If they were trying to establish they had some good secret content...they failed.

And I know they'll bitch and moan, say something along the lines of, "ha ha ha we purposely chose these photos to fool you all, we have much better shots in our group!"

And that very well may be true, but the fact is, they lost all their credibility with the copious amounts of contradictions and lies, so no one would believe them anyway. Ultimately, they're just trying to hype themselves up for reasons only valid to them, because...well, we don't really know why? (it hurts your brain to think about too much, we don't recommend it)

It also leaves a sour taste in your mouth to think that Bill, someone who highly prizes his privacy, is being posted online during intimate moments with friends and family, all unbeknownst to him. For this reason, despite the photos being blurry, we've chosen not to share them here as examples.

There's a huge difference between intimate content, content which is captured in an environment he deems safe (and is not expecting to be filmed or have that material posted), and the content that is captured with his approval and knowledge. We disapprove of this even when his own partner and her friends and family do it. It's one of the many reasons why fans have come to find her shady.

The fact that they've vehemently spoken about how awful it is for Alida (and co) to do this, but then go and post that same content online, which is content where Bill is unaware that he's being filmed (and then brag about it!) for everyone to see is just...yikes.

I'll leave you with this quote from SimplestSimon again, where they discuss accounts who always have to have the newest content to post:

"They just want to create an illusion that they are in charge and know more than anyone."

In the last part of this multi-part post about their collab, we'll discuss their decision to no longer speak about Alida Morberg and their "contributions" to the fandom.

to be continued...

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård

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PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.

part 1

part 2

part 3

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PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?”

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.”

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. “He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.”

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players.

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!”

“Who?”

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.”

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request.

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage.

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself.

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse.

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time.

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him.

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest.

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot.

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts.

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing.

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly.

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call.

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.”

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.”

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her.

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness.

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!”

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her.

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening.

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.”

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!”

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.”

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N”

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly.

“See you, partner.”

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet...

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened.

Was she nervous? As hell.

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared.

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him.

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them.

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!”

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay.

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly.

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice.

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.”

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle.

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself.

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby.

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there.

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!”

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!”

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her.

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice.

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh.

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...”

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...”

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen.

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck...

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened”

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!”

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively.

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously.

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!”

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...”

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?”

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words.

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included.

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends.

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week.

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away.

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?”

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...”

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed.

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!”

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking.

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...”

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?”

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me?

“But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.”

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea.

***

This is not the last part.

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: (+18), smut, sexual themes, strap on use, teasing, fingering, sexual suggestions, explicit language, explicit, obscenity, a bit of praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, bottom reader mostly, switch dynamics, power dynamic changes, slight possessive sex, brief angst, alcohol mentions, arguing, jealously, fluffy.

Words: 7.935 K

A/N> Instead of writing my series, I'm continuing works that were finished already. This is basically porn honestly haha No, but jokes aside, we have fluffy moments with a lot of smut. Good reading everyone!

Part One | Part Two | All Works Masterlist || AO3

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III

Northern Ireland, two years ago.

You slipped under the long wooden table as the script indicated.

Your character was supposed to give a slight nod, and then gasp because of the torso injury, and you followed the script perfectly.

When the director yells cut, you stand up, trying not to bump into the makeover they did on your clothes.

"That was great, guys!" Shouted Alex Graves in the direction of the cast scattered around the medieval set. "Let's call it a day."

You were exhausted.

The Game of Thrones footage was absolutely grueling, and time-consuming, although it allowed you to learn something new with almost every scene.

Walking back toward the dressing room to clean up your makeup, you smiled shyly at the girls in the salon who congratulated you on the day's performance while helping you to remove your costume.

While they were going through your hair, you decided to check your cell phone.

There were two missed calls from Lizzie, and you felt your heart swell with guilt immediately.

She had also sent you messages asking if everything was okay, or if you were busy, and saying that she missed you, and you wish you had answered them all, but your routine had been completely absurd.

You felt your chest ache with longing every time you thought of your girlfriend.

When you signed the contract, you knew the conditions, and so did Lizzie. But nothing prepared you for the real thing.

Almost three months without a decent conversation, not even video calls, and the lack of her in your life was making you frustrated and irritated all the time. You were sinking into the screenplay and the recordings, because you simply hated not having Lizzie in your day-to-day life.

"Thank you girls." You said as soon as you noticed the makeup completely removed from your abdomen.

The change in the script killed your character sooner than expected, and you should go home early, even though it was going to take two or three months, it was much less than originally planned.

Grumbling softly, you went back to the dressing room, deciding to call Lizzie now that you would have a little time alone.

She doesn't answer until the second-to-last ring.

"Yes?" Her husky voice signals that she was asleep, but all you can feel is your body shaking at the sound.

"It's me, baby." You reply tenderly as you sit back in the armchair, pressing the cell phone to your ear as if you wish you could reach into the device and touch your girl.

"Oh, hey." She comments sleepily, and you wonder if she has closed her eyes again, or even opened them. "It's late."

"I know, I'm sorry." You say leaning back in the armchair. "I wanted to check that everything was okay because I couldn't answer you earlier."

"Don't worry, darling." She says softly, almost sleepily. "I just missed you."

"Me too, my love." You assure her, feeling your chest tighten slightly. My god, you just want to see her, hold her, touch her. "Lizzie, darling, are you asleep?"

"Yes." She whispers, making you smile.

"I love you baby." You say. "Call me when you wake up, I will interrupt as many scenes as it takes to talk to you."

"Behave yourself in the studio, love." She mumbles sleepily, and you laugh lightly. It was the same warning she gave on your last day in California, on the way out of the airport. "I love you. And I miss you."

You cursed the entire movie company at once when you could perceive the upset in Lizzie's tone, even in her sleepy state. You repeated that you loved her one more time before hanging up the phone.

As you put your cell phone away to grab your keys and head back to the hotel, you wondered if a breach of contract was really so bad.

//-//

Present, California.

You felt Lizzie's arms wrap around you as soon as you made mention of getting out of bed. You smiled, turning your body to look at her.

Her sleeping figure with her eyes closed, her hair slightly tousled made your heart warm with affection.

You loved her so much.

Raising your hand to her face, you stroked her cheek gently with your thumb, and watched the woman sigh softly, and even in her sleepy state, lean into your touch.

"Lizzie." You called softly, trying to wake her up. And did so again until she mumbled softly, leaning her face against the pillow. You let your hand wander to her hair, enjoying the softness as you stroked her scalp with your fingers. "We need to wake up baby."

Lizzie just mumbled again against the pillow cotton, making you smile at the cuteness of that scene.

You moved closer only to deposit short kisses across her face, and only stopped when she let out a husky giggle.

"Good morning, love." You whispered against her ear, and were about to pull away, but she tightened her arms around your waist, keeping you almost on top of her, making you smile.

"Good morning." She sighed back against the skin of your neck, and you blushed slightly when you felt her inhale your perfume and then tighten her fingers around your waist. "Fuck, I love you."

You laughed softly at her sudden, hoarse confession, but let your arms slip around her shoulders, burying your body against Lizzie's. The tenderness was wonderful, and she moved one hand up to caress your back while the other remained on your hip, her thumb moving across the skin beneath your blouse.

You tilt your face away just to look at her, and already you find her with her eyes wide open, a shy smile on her lips.

"I love you too, babe, but we need to get up." You tell her, and you almost get the impression that she's not even listening, because all she does is look at your face with adoration.

You bite back a smile as you feel her legs move beneath you, her bare foot caressing your ankle before she spins you around quickly and stands over you, the sudden movement making you sigh and tighten your arms intertwined around her neck.

"Lizzie!" You exclaim humorously, but all you get is a low murmur as she sinks her body against yours and buries her face in your neck.

"How much time do we have?" She asks against your skin, her lips dangling on that sensitive part of your collarbone and sending a shiver up the length of your spine.

"Enough." You reply already affected by her touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Lizzie smiles against your neck, beginning to deposit chaste kisses against your skin, making you sigh softly.

It didn't matter how many times you had been together or for how long, your body reacted to her in the same way. You only hoped that you wouldn't be late for your appointment with the Marvel directors, but when Lizzie slipped her hand up into your pajamas, you didn't care about that anymore.

//-//-//

London, 1 year and 9 months ago.

It's your third time on "The Graham Norton Show."

You finished taping Game of Thrones the day before, and this was your last appointment before returning to California. To Lizzie.

Part of the cast is sitting next to you, and you are glad for that because you are distracted this evening and can use the time they answer questions to think about your girlfriend. And you miss her for sure.

Graham, the host, asked questions about the final season, and about day to day life on set, and after Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke commented on everything being amazing, and not telling anything about the plot since they weren't allowed to, you were slightly surprised that the subject shift went directly to the romance rumors between the cast.

"I hear that some of you have been becoming close friends outside the set." Graham begins with a chuckle, and you and the cast share a chorus of dissatisfaction that makes the audience laugh. "Which is normal in a long series of course. But we wanted to bring that in because we love gossip."

"Since I'm married, can I have a drink in the dressing room?" Kit jokes, drawing laughter from everyone.

"You're supposed to help us with the arguments". Graham replies humorously. He leans back in his chair slightly to point to the monitor behind him. "We have some behind-the-scenes photos here. And Miss Clarke looks very comfortable."

The audience laughed at the comment, and you tried to cover it up with an awkward laugh. It was a picture of Emilia Clarke, your colleague who plays Daenerys Targaryen, on your lap. But the moment was badly misinterpreted. The photo was taken right after one of the prom rehearsal scenes, and Emilia had gotten one of the coordinations wrong, and you laughed when she fell on you.

Of course, this kind of insinuation was happening because to the media, you two were two single women. And you were used to this kind of questioning, but still, it was always uncomfortable.

"We were dancing, Graham." Emilia argues humorously. "It's not what it looks like."

The audience lets out a chorus of disappointment, and you and Emilia giggle awkwardly.

"Was that the mating dance, ladies?" Graham teases and you want to dig a hole in the ground, but all you do is keep up with everyone's laughter. "Despite all the jokes, I think Marvel's couple is going to be threatened."

The comment makes your heart race, but the audience is very approving, applauding heartily.

At least with this you can talk about Elizabeth.

"Is tonight the night you are going to take over America's dream relationship or can we just keep saying that you and Emilia are together, since there is not the slightest chance that someone that attractive is single." Graham tells you with humor making the audience and cast laugh. You try to keep up, not wanting to seem rude. You wish you could tell him that there is nothing wrong with being single, but you don't think you want to create an awkwardness so you just settle back in your seat as you joke:

"Unfortunately I will deny it again, Graham" You reply. "And I'm not dating Emilia either, I assure you."

You spend the rest of the evening dodging the comments, and are exhausted by the time the interview is over.

"Hey, are you going back to the hotel already?" Kit asks you just as you walk back to the dressing rooms, and you deny it with your head.

"No chance, I'm leaving." You reply. "I'm going straight to the airport, I have a flight in two hours. What about you, Harington? Aren't you going home to see your wife?"

"I didn't know we were talking about wives." He jokes making you blush and look away. Kit didn't know about Lizzie, but he knew you had someone. "Of course I want to come home, but I still have some appointments here. And Rose is in Spain."

"That sucks, man." You comment and he murmurs in agreement, shrugging.

"Yeah, but longing sure makes the sex better." He retorts with amusement and you grimace before laughing.

"You're unbelievable." You joke before waving yourself off in farewell, turning in the direction of your dressing room.

As soon as you enter, you take your cell phone out of your pocket and try to call Lizzie, but it goes to voicemail. You leave a message saying that you can't wait to see her and get your things ready to leave.

After saying goodbye to the cast again, and taking a taxi to the airport, you receive a message, but it is not from Lizzie.

*Sara evil agent* sent you an attachment.

You frown at the matter. "Off-screen romance? Would GOT star Emilia Clarke be dating queer Marvel protégé?"

You call Sara the same minute.

"I literally said I wasn't dating her!" You complain as soon as she answers and hear Sara laugh on the other end.

"Oh, honey, I told you, the media loves a little gossip." She says. "And you need to stop setting up fake girlfriends so quickly, I can barely keep up."

You grumble in irritation and your agent lets out a giggle.

"Don't be so grumpy, it's just a rumor and the last time I checked you were a single woman so I don't see a problem." She says and you bite the inside of your cheek. Since your lack of excitement about GOT, Sara suspects something. Neither of you says anything, but you know she's not an idiot and figures you have a girlfriend. "Are you going back to LA already?"

"Yes, I'm catching my flight in an hour."

"I hope you're ready to record, Lady Vision." She jokes. "Your scene schedule is getting closer."

"I plan to rest this week." You warn, slightly distracted. "Game of Thrones really was something different."

"I just hope people like the ending."

You giggle and Sara wants to know why, but you don't give her any spoilers. After asking if everything was okay, and assuring her that you had eaten something before the interview, you hang up.

Lizzie didn't text you back and you fell asleep on the plane.

//-//-//-//-//

California, three years and eleven months ago.

Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears.

But Lizzie's hand in yours was doing a good job of calming you down.

Maybe it was just because you had waited, or maybe it was because you were so much in love, but you don't remember feeling so nervous about the idea of having sex with someone. Not since your first time.

And well, now with Lizzie, it was actually only the first time you two were going to sleep together. You didn't have to be nervous, but you were.

Liz opened the bedroom door as soon as you two reached the room, and dragged you inside with her. You closed the wood as you entered.

The tension was palpable in the air, and you wondered if you stayed still long enough, she might hear your heartbeat.

You looked at her, your eyes locked on each other, and a shy smile on your lips as you approached, stopping inches from her body.

Lizzie holds her breath.

"Are you nervous?" You ask in a husky voice, raising your free hand to go around the length of her arm with your finger, admiring the way her skin shivers at your touch.

She just shakes her head and you smile, resting your hand on her cheek.

"It's just me." You comment as you lean your forehead against hers, and you both close your eyes in anticipation. "We can stop if you're not sure..."

"I'm sure." She interrupts half breathlessly, her hand tightening its grip before letting go of yours, so that she brings both hands to the sides of your neck. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You assure before breaking the distance, bringing your mouths together in a firm kiss that draws a sigh from both of you as your hands move up to Lizzie's waist.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to deepen, your tongues fighting together and the sensation making your head spin and your body heat up.

Lizzie gasped against your mouth before parting for breath, and you used the opportunity to let your fingers run down to the hem of her shirt as you pulled it up. In motion the piece was off, and she copied the same to remove your blouse.

You bit your lip as you looked at the sight of Lizzie's exposed torso in front of you, her nipples hardening in the air making you feel the tightness beneath your stomach increase.

You lunged forward, grabbing her left breast with your mouth, and Lizzie let out a loud noise in her throat, throwing her head back as your tongue skirted her left nipple.

She was so hot and smelled so good, and the sounds she was making were driving you insane.

You moved your hands up to her breasts as soon as you brought your mouths together again, your tongue circling hers as you played with her hardened nipples, and it wasn't long before Lizzie began to whimper, closing her legs and thrusting her hips towards yours for more friction.

You smiled against her lips, you would give her exactly what she needed.

//-//

California, one year and nine months ago.

Leaving your keys on the counter, you were surprised by the silence as you entered.

It wasn't that you wanted Lizzie to stay late to wait for you, except that it was exactly what you wanted.

You left your bag on the living room floor and called her name twice before assuming she was asleep.

Sighing slightly, you went up the stairs to your room, but it was empty. All the other rooms were empty, which made you frown.

Okay, you didn't expect Elizabeth not to be home just the day you were returning, after months of not seeing each other.

But you didn't have much time to think about what might have happened, because a clearly drunk Lizzie stumbled into the house, fighting against the lock and her own balance just as you were coming down the stairs.

"You're drunk?" You ask in a voice in a mixed tone of disbelief and concern upon seeing her, and Lizzie is startled for a moment before giggling.

"Look who's here, California!" She announced to the room with irony and with open arms, stumbling inside. "Hollywood's most eligible bachelorette, watch out ladies and gentlemen."

You frowned at the little scene, Lizzie walked with difficulty to the kitchen as you finished going down the steps, she murmured quietly and you with your arms crossed, trying to understand exactly what was going on.

"What happened to you?" you ask as you follow her across the room, Lizzie takes off her shoes with difficulty, almost falling to the floor at least twice. When you make mention of helping her, she holds up her hand for you not to, and you are starting to get worried.

"I went to have fun." She replies with a humorless laugh. "I can have fun."

"Of course you can." You retorted with a raised eyebrow, watching Lizzie take a deep breath and close her eyes as she leaned her back on the countertop, probably getting a headache from the way she buried her face in both hands for a moment. "Who did you go with?"

"I don't know, Mom." She sneered wryly, and you clenched your jaw. Lizzie laughed at your expression, and pouted. "Oh, did I upset you? Sorry, darling, I'll try to be a good girl for you."

You shook your head slightly.

"Babe, what is happ..."

"Don't call me that." She cuts off quickly and you look at her in surprise. Lizzie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and when she looks at you again, she has thick tears in her eyes and you feel your heart soar. "I saw the pictures on television, Y/N. I saw the pictures, I saw your interview, I saw the videos on instagram. And I guess I understand, because she's beautiful and we haven't seen each other in months but I thought you loved me..."

"wow, what are you talking about?" You interrupt, confused and frightened, and Lizzie looks like a complete mess. She is crying and you reach up to touch her face, and try to calm her down. "Babe, breathe, I don't understand."

She whimpers softly, and you wonder how much booze she really has consumed.

"You are going out with that woman and I love you and everything is horrible." She declares in a whiny voice and you look at her with a frown.

"Lizzie, what..."

But she pushes you and walks off toward the bedroom, and you try to keep her from falling over drinking at least three times until she can get up the stairs properly.

"Lizzie, wait, talk to me." You beg but she keeps walking and you enter the bedroom a moment after her, watching her walk to the closet and start throwing all her clothes out while mumbling about cheating.

You take a deep breath with your hands on your waist, letting out a humorless laugh. It was an absurd scene to say the least.

"Elizabeth Olsen, stop this immediately!" You command as soon as she steps out of the closet, and she widens her eyes slightly as she shifts the weight of her feet before veering to the floor. You sigh as you walk toward her. "Babe, look at me."

"No."

"Lizzie."

Reluctantly, she does so. You soften your expression, feeling your heart soar at the image of her face, longing invading your whole heart.

"God, I missed you." You confess half breathlessly and Lizzie looks on the verge of tears. "Darling, where did all this come from? I'm not seeing any other girl."

"I saw the pictures..."

"Lizzie." You interrupt seriously, shaking your head slightly as your hands land on her shoulders. "I have no one but you. I would never cheat on you, I don't know where that came from. I wish you hadn't drunk so much so we could have a serious talk."

Lizzie gives a mischievous little smile, her gaze half lost because of the alcohol.

"I'm not drunk." She mumbles clearly intoxicated, making you chuckle slightly.

"Of course not." You said as you pushed the loose strands of her hair behind her ears. "You made a mess in the bedroom, babe. Why don't you try to sleep while I clean up?"

Lizzie sighed, clearly tired but shaking her head in denial

"I don't want to sleep." She said as she brought her body closer to you, her hands squeezing your shirt. "I want you to fuck me."

You bit back a smile, looking at Lizzie with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah?"

She murmured in agreement, her fingers trying to open the buttons of your shirt, but she was clearly in no condition to do so.

"I'd like that too, but you're drunk." You say as you move your hands to hold hers, smiling at the grumble of frustration she lets out. "Go lie down, I'll get some water."

"But..."

"Bed, Lizzie." You ordered again as you intertwined your hands to lead her to lie down.

She was reluctant a few times but eventually agreed and lay her down on the mattress, placing the comforter on top.

When you made mention of getting up, she held your hand.

"Don't go." She asked softly with her eyes almost closed. You smiled.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

Lizzie denied and pulled your hand, you moved closer to lie beside her and she wasted no time in entwining her body in yours.

You let your fingers run through her hair and she sighed lightly, not taking long to fall asleep. You waited a few more minutes before moving, getting out of bed as gently as possible so as not to wake her.

After collecting the clothes Lizzie had thrown across the room and putting them away in the closet, as well as putting the party clothes she was wearing in the wash, you went back downstairs, looking for your bag to take to your room.

Your cell phone vibrated as you walked up the stairs.

It was a message from Scarlet, and you laughed lightly as you read its content.

“I heard you're coming home today, right? Lizzie was really upset about the rumors that you were dating, and asked me to take her out for a drink. I dropped her off at home, but she was pretty shaky. I didn't know you two had a thing, can we talk about it over coffee tomorrow?”

You were relieved that Scarlett was the person accompanying Lizzie, but now she knew you two had something. You were tired of it honestly. The secret. All you wanted was for everyone to know how much you loved Lizzie. And judging from recent events, that was a problem for her too. Or at least it was enough for her to drink more than she should.

But you would have to wait until Lizzie woke up to have this conversation, so you went back to your room, and after putting away the clothes from your bag, you took a shower and put on your pajamas, wasting no time in joining Lizzie in bed again.

//-//-//

Caribbean, one year and six months ago.

Following the music, you continued to dance slowly, your hand around Lizzie's waist while the other was entwined in the air with hers.

The luxury hotel where you were staying that week was hosting a Hawaiian themed evening, and well, after spending the day in the pool area, you decided to dance a little.

In that moment, with Lizzie in your arms, you were at peace completely. Moments like these, like waking up with her in your bed, or cooking together, or rehearsing your lines while curled up on the couch under the blanket were more than enough to make you sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Lizzie.

You smiled before pulling your body away slightly, just to look at her. And she looked back at you with the same adoration, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You spun her into your arms then, making her laugh as you pulled her back, your hands resting on her neck as your hips swayed to the rhythm of the ukulele of the band playing on the stage.

There were a few other couples around, but you could hardly notice anyone but Lizzie.

You continued dancing, and you rested your forehead on hers, closing your eyes and breathing in her perfume. Lizzie smiled, stealing a quick kiss before resting her chin on your shoulder, following the rhythm of the dance.

When the show ends, you follow the crowd in the clapping for a moment before Lizzie entwines your hands and pulls you toward the bar.

"That was fun." She comments with cheeks flushed from the dance, her smile soft as you stand near each other, your hands intertwined as you reach for the menu.

"Dancing with you always is." You retorted charmingly, releasing her hand only to fit it against your waist, drawing a chuckle from Lizzie.

You ended up sharing some drinks and snacks, and you were starting to feel higher with each sip.

Lizzie was in the middle of a joke when you interrupted her.

"Marry me?"

She blinked in surprise, a confused chuckle escaping her lips.

"What?"

Maybe it was the drinking. Probably not, because with the emerald eyes looking so intently, you suddenly felt very sober. Your heart raced too, but you were never more sure of anything than you were now.

"Marry me." You repeat with a confident smile. Lizzie blushes with wide eyes.

"You... Are you serious?" She asks in surprise, and you let out a sigh, moving closer to take her hands and put them down on your racing heart.

"I love you." You tell her with nothing but sincerity. "I want to spend my life with you. I was planning something bigger, perhaps, at your parents' summer house. I would get down on one knee in front of your family and hand over the ring I've been carrying for three months." You confess and watch her look at you in shock. "I've been waiting for the right moment, Lizzie. But I've just realized that every second with you is the right moment. I want you to be my wife. Do you want me to be yours?"

It took a second for her to react, her expression changing from shock to pure happiness, the tears appearing in her eyes and the smile so big it made her eyes small.

"Yes, yes, of course." She replied between one shy laugh and another, moving forward to kiss you over and over again.

You couldn't stop smiling as you kissed her, and you giggled against each other's mouths, pulling apart to embrace each other.

It didn't take long for the people around the bar to notice and start clapping, but you didn't care.

All you were seeing was your future wife.

//-//-//-//

California, 1 year and 9 months ago.

You finished putting the coffee jug on the tray, the last missing item, before carrying it to your room, taking careful steps not to trip over anything on the way.

Lizzie was already awake, but still in bed. The glass of water in her hands and the missing pill on her bedside table indicated that she was already treating her hangover.

"Good morning, darling." You greeted as you entered, walking over to the bed to leave the platter on top of the sheet next to Lizzie.

"You're home." She commented in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, you just made a noise with your mouth as she sighed, running her hand over her face, probably because of her headache. "When did you get home?"

"Last night." You respond by watching her. "Just before you."

"Sorry." She says moving closer. You gently pull away from her attempt to kiss her lips, and Lizzie frowns. "What?"

"I was worried." You state seriously. Lizzie lets out a sigh, leaning her back against the bed completely. "I thought you were going to pick me up at the airport, but you didn't call. And then I find the house empty. Until you arrived, completely drunk at dawn."

Lizzie crossed her arms, looking away. It was your turn to sigh.

"What's happening, Elizabeth?"

"It 's nothing."

"Elizabeth."

"Stop it." She asks impatiently, turning her face to you again. "Don't call me that."

You just frown in confusion. "It's your name."

"No." She exclaims annoyedly, closing her eyes for a moment. "You only call me Elizabeth when you're angry. And you can't be angry at me because I have the right to go out!"

You watch her stand up, as if running away from the conversation, and you sigh impatiently, massaging your temple with your finger. Lizzie begins to remove her dress, clearly intent on going to take a shower.

"I never said you had no right to go out, Elizabeth." You retort ignoring the annoyed grunt she lets out at you continuing to call her by her full name. "I just think I have the right to ask why after we agreed on something, you changed plans at the last minute and decided to disappear."

"It's funny that you want to demand something from me when you've spent the last few months without giving me any satisfaction of where or who you were with!" She accuses angrily and you grimace in indignation.

"Oh, so it's about my work?" You retort angrily. "The last time I checked we had decided that I was going to record and come home. You said you were fine with that!"

Lizzie gave a humorless laugh, her dress falling to her feet as she worked to remove her bra.

"Well, you know what, I wasn't!" She shouts angrily, throwing the bra angrily into the closet. You need to remember that you are angry with her as you have the vision of her breasts exposed in front of you while she is yelling at you. "I didn't agree to the endless get-togethers with all those sluts around you! And I sure didn't agree with your flushed face on television flirting with Emilia Clarke in front of the whole country!"

You stared at Lizzie in shock, but she just grunted in irritation before turning to go to the bathroom.

"No, I think it's so funny you bring that up, you know, Elizabeth." You spoke aloud as you stood up to follow her. "Because when I said Aubrey Plaza was flirting with you, you told me it was just business. But suddenly, Emilia is something that bothers you!"

"God, this is so different from Aubrey!" she retorts in irritation, finally naked, before stepping into the shower. You were beginning to find it hard to remember why you were fighting now that you had the view of her wet silhouette in the shower stall, as she raised her voice to be heard beyond the sound of the water. "We were supposed to be flirting in the interviews, it was all for the movie. You were just falling all over Emilia for no reason. All those smiles and giggles." She declares angrily, making you bite back a smile. Lizzie naked, angry and jealous was hot as hell.

"I really can't believe we are having this conversation." You complain as you unbutton your pajama shirt. "The most absurd part of it all is you thinking I would have anything with anyone else."

"You say these things but don't live up to them with your actions." She retorts, annoyed. "I wouldn't think anything of it if you didn't flirt with other people!"

"I didn't flirt with anyone!" You return defensively, your blouse finally coming off. Lizzie's annoyed expression almost falters, but she keeps her gaze above your breasts as you take off your pants. "And honestly, none of this would be happening if everyone knew we were dating!"

Lizzie frowns, her anger finally dissipating with your sentence. You step into the shower stall with her, and she looks at you dubiously.

"You...you want to go public?" She asks, studying you as the water falls on her back. You swallow dryly, keeping yourself in front of her.

"Only if you want to."

Lizzie holds out her hand for you to take, and when you do, she pulls you gently until your breasts are almost touching.

"Do you think we're ready for that?" She whispers as your foreheads lean against each other. You sigh as you rest your hands on her waist.

"With you, I'm ready for anything, Lizzie."

She sighs against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck.

"I can't think about that with you naked in front of me." She mumbles before moving forward against his lips.

Kissing shouldn't feel this good.

You slide your tongue over hers a moment later, and you both sigh in need, feeling the effects of so much time apart. Your hands move down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing her against you, and the direct contact of exposed skin makes Lizzie whimper.

You press her against the glass of the shower stall, feeling the shower water against your back as you hold your mouths together in a passionate, hungry kiss.

When air was needed, you ran your kisses down your girlfriend's exposed collarbone, enjoying the way she sighed in anticipation, her hand moving up to the back of your neck to encourage you.

"God, I missed you." You sighed before sucking on the sensitive spot on her collarbone, making Lizzie whimper as she dug her nails into your shoulder.

She pulled your face back to hers, kissing you urgently, and you pressed your body against hers, your hands moving down to her thighs and up so that she entwined her legs around your waist.

The contact of your exposed intimates together made you both gasp in the kiss, but you slid your tongue against hers again, savoring her taste as your hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them with a full palm, your fingers playing with her hardened nipples and making Lizzie sigh wetly.

"What is it baby?" you teased when she was unable to keep up the pace of the kiss, throwing her head back as she felt your hands pressing her breasts hard, and Lizzie grunted as she bit her lips to keep from moaning, looking up at you with dark eyes, clearly struggling to keep her expression impassive. You smiled, pressing your hips forward and watching her close her eyes tightly, unable to contain a low moan that escaped her throat. "I want to hear you, baby."

"I'm still mad at you." She declares in an affected voice, and you murmur in understanding, lowering your face to her collarbone, and licking and kissing the skin, making her shiver.

"Is this angry sex, then?" You sneer as you move your hips forward again, the sensation bringing a rising wave of pleasure to both of you. "It doesn't seem like it."

Lizzie sighs impatiently, and puts her legs on the floor, pushing you away by your shoulder.

You are so stunned by the sudden break in contact that you barely have time to absorb her turning off the shower before she pulls you by the hand out of the stall.

You were about to ask what she was going to do, but she pushed you onto the bed, and disappeared into the closet.

"Lizzie?" You called out uncertainty, preparing your apology speech for what exactly you couldn't say. But she walked out next, and the sight made your mouth go dry. "Damn."

Elizabeth was wearing a strap-on, the rubber penis already fitted in the front and ready for use. And from the determined expression on her face, she was more than willing to prove to you that she was pissed.

"Fuck me." You breathed aroused by the view, and Lizzie gave a wry chuckle as she approached the bed.

"Oh, I will." It was her only warning before she broke the distance, kissing you fervently, her tongue exploring your mouth and pulling the air from your lungs, making you see stars.

You let out a low moan, moving your hands up to her waist to pull her to you, but Lizzie pushed your hands away, breaking the kiss and moving one hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly as she made you look at her.

"Knees, ass up." She commanded in a husky voice, her gaze glittering with lust, you bit your lips to keep from moaning again, feeling your pussy pulsate with desire as you obeyed, turning on the bed quickly as Lizzie positioned herself behind you. "I'll teach you not to flirt with other girls."

"I was n-fuck." Your speech turned into an horsy whimper as she suddenly penetrated you with the dildo, you were so wet that she had no problem at all, the toy slipping into your folds with ease, filling you completely. Lizzie chuckled breathlessly, her hands steadying your hips.

"God, you're so hot." She murmured, moving slowly inside you, the action making you clench your fists in the sheets and arch your back, your pussy clenching against the dildo.

"Fuck, Lizzie."

She thrust again, this time hard, her hands squeezing your hips as she went deep inside, making you moan loudly.

Before establishing a rhythm, she leaned against you, her hand coming up to your hair and pulling you back as she brought her mouth to your ear.

"You are mine." She whispered before she thrust hard inside you, making you moan. "Do you understand?"

"Not quite yet, try harder." You teased breathlessly, the pleasure at having the dildo all the way inside you making you half dizzy. Lizzie grunted angrily, this time stroking even harder, making you see stars as you whimpered, your body beginning to tremble.

"Quit being a brat or I'm going to fucking stop." She warned against your ear, thrusting more slowly this time, and you moaned breathlessly, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Lizzie set a slow pace, but thrusting hard as you moaned and whimpered, every time the dildo entered you making you even wetter and aroused, to the point that you were unable to hold back the loud moans, and she giggled.

"Look at you, a horny, begging mess." She sneered against your ear. "You are mine, and only mine."

She whispered, her strokes deep inside you. "I want you to remember that when you flirt with other girls. How good I make you feel."

You whimpered, your pussy clenching against the dildo for more, Lizzie keeping the strokes torturously slow. Seeing your state, she laughed softly, pulling out of you completely.

Before you had time to complain, she turned you over on the bed, spreading your legs as she bent down, thrusting deep inside you. Your moan died against her lips as she kissed you hard, laying against you as she buried the dildo inside you.

You could feel Lizzie everywhere. Her breasts against you, her lips on yours, and it was too much. She thrust hard again, deep and fast as you had your legs around her waist, and her tongue on yours, and you began to tremble in spasms, pleasure spreading throughout your body.

Lizzie smiled against your lips as you lost the ability to respond to the kiss, moaning and whimpering at the closeness of your climax. Her mouth moved down to your neck as she kept up the pace of the thrusts inside you, and your hands tightened around her waist, pulling on her hips for more friction.

It wasn't long before you fell over the edge, the tightness under your belly exploding, the pleasure spreading to the tips of your feet as you moaned against Lizzie's ear, crumbling under her.

As you tried to normalize your breathing after such an intense orgasm, she straightened to look at you, her eyes had adoration in them.

"You did so good." She praised against your lips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"I did." You replied in a husky voice, taking a deep breath to control the effects of climax.

In one swift motion, you spun you two around on the bed, sighing as you felt the toy move inside you.

"Now you will learn to honor your appointments, Miss Olsen." You warned as your hands moved down to the latches of the strap, removing it as Lizzie bit her lips, looking at you with a mischievous gaze.

You shifted to remove the strap and toss the toy on the floor, returning to sit on Lizzie's lap, your mouth returning to hers immediately.

When she began to move beneath you, you smiled against her lips, pulling away as you rested your forehead against hers and let your fingers play with her wet entrance.

"Use your mouth." She asked breathlessly, her nails digging into your arm.

"My baby wants my mouth?" You teased, moving forward to lick her lips and pulling away with a short laugh when she moaned as she chased your mouth unsuccessfully. You circled her clitoris with your fingers, and Lizzie gasped. "The next time you want to get drunk, at least text me, my love." You warned as you penetrated her with two fingers at once, feeling her hot and slippery, while Lizzie moaned loudly against your mouth. "Do you understand?"

You removed your fingers, playing with her entrance until she nodded frantically, pushing her hips toward your hand. But you laughed lightly, pulling your hand away completely, and leaving her with a confused expression.

"I thought you wanted my mouth." You scoff, already ducking, as Lizzie looks at you expectantly.

"God, you always fuck me so good." Lizzie comments as you kiss her thighs, moving down. You smile against her skin, finally reaching her pussy.

You stare at her before moving forward, your tongue against her clitoris as she sighs with need.

"Don't torture me." She begs breathlessly, her wrists locked on the bed, you smile, lingeringly licking her, and she closes her eyes tightly.

"I won't, my love." You assure her before returning your mouth to her pussy, kissing her entrance before you begin to suck and lick, devouring her with desire.

She moans loudly, letting out affected sighs with each movement of your tongue inside her, and you hold her thighs to keep her open for you as you eat her out.

It doesn't take long for Lizzie to reach her edge, already near the limit from fucking you, but it's still delicious to have her crumbling against your mouth like a weeping mess, her orgasm on your tongue as she screams your name.

You climb your body back up onto her, and kiss her tenderly, unlike anything so far.

Lizzie is trying to control her breathing from the climax, but sighs in satisfaction as she tastes herself on your tongue.

As silence falls over you, you sigh lightly, your hands caressing her face.

"Are we okay, Lizzie?" You ask as you settle down to lie across from each other. She leans into the touch of your hands, as her hands come up to your waist.

"I don't know." She confesses. "But I want us to be."

You smile, using your finger to take a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

"Do you think going public will make us better?"

"I don't want to love you in secret anymore." She says and you feel your heart soar. "Do you understand?"

You smile. "Yes, babe. I feel the same way."

She gives a relieved smile, her gaze passionate. You break the distance, and kiss her gently.

When you break the kiss a moment later, you look quickly at your bodies. "I think we should have this conversation with clothes on." You comment and Lizzie giggles.

"Later. Now I show how much I missed you in my bed." She says before bringing your lips together again.

You certainly wouldn't object to that.

//-//-//

Atlanta, three years ago.

You hesitated at the entrance to the restaurant.

Through the window you could see Lizzie, and all your cast mates, as it was the closing celebration of the WandaVision filming.

You swallowed hard, the object in your pocket suddenly becoming too heavy.

You startled slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"I guess we're both late, huh?" Kathryn Hahn, your cast mate, remarked gently, putting her car keys away in her pocket clearly having arrived right with you.

You gave her a lopsided smile and she noticed your hesitation, assuming a worried expression.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

You shifted your gaze to the window again, watching Lizzie giggle shyly, her gaze shining slightly. She looked around too, searching, and you knew it was for you.

"Yeah, I just...I was just having a moment of doubt." You say still looking at Lizzie. Kathryn followed your gaze, and smiled, but didn't comment on it.

You sighed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the object.

"Wow, are you going to...?" Kathryn asked in surprise but you gave a humorless laugh.

"No, I couldn't." You say swallowing dryly, and looking away from the velvet box. "I don't know if I'm ready."

"And when either of us are?" Kat returned, making you smile.

"How did you know you were going to say yes to your husband?" You asked next. Kathryn sighed thoughtfully.

"I didn't." She replied. "There's no way to know until you get asked. But what I did know was that I loved him. And that's what really matters."

You absorbed her words in silence, and then put the box back in your pocket.

"I think she loves me." You say. "That will be enough until I find the right moment."

Kat murmurs in understanding, and then pushes her shoulder against yours lightly.

"Just don't wait too long." She warns with a smile, nodding her head signaling for the two of you to enter the restaurant and join the rest of the team.

When you enter, any thoughts of Lizzie denying your marriage proposal are driven out by the image of her contented smile when she sees you arrive.

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A/F/N> I'm not even gonna try to say this is the last time i'm continuing this work because at this point, I just know I don't believe my own words anymore haha. Tell me what you think people.

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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Voicemails

Masterlist

A/N: this was not planned lmao. I was just on tiktok when I saw @littlebird616 make a video based on the dialogue, "Matthew, why have you saved all my voice messages?" and "Cause your voice is hot." so here y'all go. I hope I did Matt justice.

word count: 758

Matt Murdock x fem!reader

I’ve never been the type of person to check their significant other’s phone. Whoever I’m with I usually trust 100%, but there’s just something about Matt’s phone that’s calling my name. What does a blind person keep on their phone?

I needed to plan on how to get his phone and look through it without him knowing. Kind of hard when he has the world’s best hearing. Maybe while he’s showering? The noise of the water should be able to cover me getting his phone. Yeah, okay. That should work.

He won’t be home for a couple of hours, so I have time to perfect my, “I’m definitely not up to no good”, façade. He likes to believe he knows when I’m lying, but considering I’ve kept his little daring secret, I think I’m more than capable. I also know how to keep my heart rate steady due to lying a good amount when I was in school when I would get in trouble for something I most definitely did.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“What are you up to?” Matt asks me as soon as he walks through the door.

“Hello, how was your day? I missed you.” I say with the highest level of sarcasm.

“Hello, how was your day? I missed you.” He repeats back.

“Aww, I missed you too! My day was fantastic, but I’m glad you’re back. Figured you’ve had a tough night patrolling so I started the shower, so it would be hot by the time you get back.”

“You are an angel sent from above.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but basically yes. Now scoot. You stink.” I say before I pat his butt while he walks past. Thankfully he laid his phone down on the bed before stripping in the bathroom.

Once I heard the shower curtain close I slowly sat on the bed and grabbed his phone.

I decided to go to his messages first. Not much just Foggy, Karen, Peter, and of course me. I would go through his and Peter’s, but the last time I did that I had found out they kissed and let’s just say I’m not able to keep EVERYTHING a secret.

There weren’t any photos considering he’s blind.

I love Matt, but if a person could be defined by what’s on their phone he would be the dullest person ever. There’s legit nothing.

I wonder if he has any interesting voicemails. Might as well check. I don’t have anything to lose. When I click the list there’s a good amount from Foggy and like two from Karen, but what really captures my attention is the amount in there from me. I don’t call him THAT much. At least I don’t think. Kind of curious as to what I said.

August 12, 2015

“Hey Matt! I know you said you were gonna be working late, so I decided to pick up some food for you. I wasn’t quite sure what you’d like, so I just got Mexican and Chinese. I also wasn’t sure if Fo-“

Okay that was very cringy to listen to. It was around the time him and I first started dating. I think we had only been on about three dates, so to say I was nervous is an understatement.

April 9, 2016

“KAREN I SWEAR TO GOD, wait, God, Hello Matthew! I’m at the bar. I’m very drunk. Your coworker is very drunk. I know you can’t see and everything, but could you maybe come help up?”

I remember that night vividly. I wonder if he ever forgave me for throwing up on his shoes.

August 27, 2016

“Babe, I don’t want to alarm you, but there is a very mad woman in your bedroom. About yea high, in really pretty lace lingerie, says you’re late for your anniversary present? Oh wait, that’s me! Get your ass home.”

I can proudly say that he showed up back home in about five minutes.

I listen to a few more messages before coming to the conclusion that he has saved every single voicemail I’ve ever sent him.

I quickly look up when I hear Matt walk back in the room.

“Thanks for that babe. I really needed it.”

“Yeah, no problem. Um Matthew?”

“Yes?”

“Why have you saved all my voice messages?”

“Cause your voice is hot.”

I look over to see him with his classic Murdock smirk before he leans in to kiss me on the cheek. I playfully push him away before responding.

“Alright keep it in your pants. I was just curious.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x fem!reader

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fourth-quartet · 2 years

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Kang Yohan

13:05 - I just woke up.

13:05 - Did you sleep well?

13:06 - I dreamt you were here. You and Elijah went for a walk. It was windy out.

13:08 - You were wearing a blue scarf.

14:37 - I bought you a blue scarf.

14:38 - I’ll send it to you.

One of the first things Gaon realizes when he reconnects with Elijah six months after everything, is that Kang Yohan is an entirely different person in Switzerland. Gaon and Elijah video call almost daily, once it becomes clear that she’s going stir crazy stuck with only Yohan for company.

Elijah looks good, in Switzerland. She’s cut her hair shorter, tucks it behind her ear more. Gaon smiles when he starts to see the transition to different clothes too; Elijah calls him wearing t-shirts and hoodies instead of dresses, calls him and shows him the jeans she’s been wearing, and she beams when Gaon just smiles and calls her pretty. Some days Gaon wonders if she’s still nursing a crush on him. Most days he knows she isn’t.

Because Kang Yohan wanders around their house in Zurich and teases her whenever he’s on the phone with him. Rather than threatening murder, Elijah just rolls her eyes or glares at him or, in rare cases, actually ignores him.

But it means Kang Yohan wanders past her phone occasionally. And the Kang Yohan that Gaon sees is one he’s only caught glimpses of in person before; in jeans and comfortable sweaters, sometimes hoodies. Kang Yohan, with his hair cut shorter than Gaon has ever seen it, styled off of his face but not in a way that makes it harsh, professional; just out of the way. Yohan looks good, comfortable, cozy. He looks happy.

Yohan smiles easily, teases even more easily, and grumbles good-naturedly when Elijah teases him back. Yohan also makes excuses to be anywhere near Elijah whenever she’s on the phone until one day, she finally runs out of patience. “Why don’t you just call him from your own phone?” Elijah snaps and Gaon mutes himself so Yohan doesn’t hear him laughing. Yohan stammers some excuses and flees the room.

Yohan doesn’t text first though. Elijah finally forwards him Yohan’s new number alongside several hundred eye roll emojis. Gaon laughs and texts first.

Kim Gaon

01:00 - Kang Yohan, are you perhaps playing hard to get?

Yohan’s response comes immediately.

Kang Yohan

01:00 - Isn’t it late for you?

01:01 - Go to sleep, Kim Gaon.

The dam is broken, though, and Yohan takes full advantage of it.

Yohan texts whatever is on his mind, whenever he wants. Some days, Gaon wakes to thirty text notifications, all from Yohan, rambling about whatever’s on his mind. Other days he just wakes to a single notification, a photo of Zurich’s sunset sent after Gaon had gone to bed.

Some days Gaon glances at his phone on his lunch break and sees notifications. Elijah tells him that Yohan, after being told by three therapists he proceeded to fire that he needs a hobby, starts volunteering to work with animals. Gaon expects daily photos of Yohan’s favorites. He usually gets them, pictures of cats and dogs that Elijah tells him he can’t adopt. Once, Yohan sends him a picture of a bunny and Gaon laughs when Yohan just sends sad emojis six minutes later, indicating Elijah’s response to his attempts to adopt it.

Kang Yohan

00:05 - I know you’re asleep.

00:05 - You better be asleep, Kim Gaon.

00:05 - But I was thinking.

00:05 - I’ve been thinking a lot.

00:06 - Elijah would say too much.

00:06 - She’s probably right.

00:07 - She’s usually right.

00:07 - Don’t you ever tell her I said that.

00:08 - I miss you.

00:08 - I don’t miss people. It’s frustrating.

00:08 - I miss you more than I care to admit.

00:11 - I’m fine. Before you worry.

00:11 - I know you’ll worry, reading these. I haven’t had much to drink.

00:12 - I haven’t missed anyone like this before.

00:13 - I miss the warmth you brought to a home that was nothing but torture.

00:13 - I miss the meals you cooked for us. I miss you making us sit down to eat.

00:14 - Elijah and I sit down to eat together every day now. Two meals, every day, we eat together.

00:14 - But it’s not a family meal if you’re not here with us.

00:15 - One day, Gaon-ah.

00:15 - We’ll have a real family meal.

Gaon finds himself smiling whenever he reads through Yohan’s messages. It becomes a recurring joke, for Yohan to clarify he hasn’t been drinking when he goes off on one of his tangents. Gaon doesn’t mind the tangents, the stream-of-conscious that Yohan sends him, regardless of whether or not he’s awake. It’s just another glimpse into Kang Yohan. Gaon could live off of these small glimpses into Yohan’s thoughts, could live off of the way that Yohan staves off his loneliness by texting Gaon.

Kang Yohan

05:13 - Elijah called me samchon today.

05:13 - She hasn’t called me that since she was 8 years old.

05:13 - Nine years.

05:13 - For nine years now she’s been calling me Yohan and Yohan alone.

05:13 - I’d forgotten what the word sounded like from her.

05:14 - It wasn’t weaponized.

05:14 - She just.

05:14 - Called me.

05:15 - Samchon, come help me a minute.

05:15 - Samchon.

Kim Gaon

05:20 - You’re her uncle regardless of how she refers to you.

Kang Yohan

05:22 - Go back to sleep.

05:26 - Call me later?

Kim Gaon

05:27 - I thought I was going back to sleep.

Kang Yohan

05:28 - I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to talk to you.

Kim Gaon

05:29 - I’ll call you around 11, your time.

Kang Yohan

05:34 - I’ll be waiting.

Their video calls are a new occurrence. Gaon treasures the way Yohan calls him, with his phone propped against his headboard and his head tucked on his arm, not quite asleep but sinking slowly into the weariness. Yohan doesn’t talk much then.

Their positions flip. Gaon prefers to talk out loud and Yohan prefers to listen, sleepy eyes fixing on his phone to watch Gaon talk, rant, about whatever is on his mind. Most of the time, there’s a small smile barely visible in the corners of Yohan’s lips.

“I’m taking some time off next month,” Gaon says finally, propping his phone up on his desk. Where it’s still early in the morning for him, it’s fast approaching midnight in Zurich and he can see Yohan struggling to stay awake.

“Mm?” Yohan asks, blinking a few times in an effort to remain awake.

“I was thinking,” Gaon says, smiling slightly, “maybe I could come visit. You could show me around Zurich.” Yohan blinks a few more times but the words don’t seem to process. Gaon lets out a small exhale of laughter and shakes his head, starting on another topic. Yohan will get back to him eventually.

Kang Yohan

16:26 - We’d love to have you here.

16:27 - I’d love to have you here.

16:29 - Promise me you’ll come.

Kim Gaon

16:30 - There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

#drabble #the devil judge #악마판사 #kang yohan #kim gaon #gahan #gaon x yohan #fic stuffs #post canon #tdj drabble #tdj #character study #i am once again character studying kang yohan at 2am and rolling with it #unedited

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ushidoux · 3 years

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Power Struggle - Ushijima x Reader

Summary: You’re set up on a blind date with a man who might just be your match. (~5.1k words)

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, blind date, exhibitionism, public sex

A/N: Part of @cherrytenko’s CEO collab! Surprisingly this is possibly the longest fic I’ve written as a oneshot and it’s a little softer than I expected it to be but please enjoy!

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It’s about half past 6pm when you add the final touch to your makeup, a smear of matte lipstick (Rouge Hermes #48, to be exact), to your lips.

It’s not often that you’re able to leave work early but your mother and father had called you from overseas in the late afternoon, interrupting their own third honeymoon, to remind you of your final meeting for the day -

A date.

“I know you hate these things, but just go! You might like what you see,” your mother insisted over video chat, her voice muffled by the sound of wind whipping past her as she and your father cruised along on a shaky speedboat they’d purchased just for the day. You weren’t completely sure where they were, only vaguely aware that they were somewhere around Jeju Island, and not exactly sure why they still had phone service, but you weren’t going to ask too many questions.

“No obligation!” Your father adds, just out of view and yelling slightly.

Sure, never any obligations.

As you smack your lips in the mirror to smooth out the lip color, giving yourself a brief once-over to decide whether or not you feel the need to adjust your hair or if you will wear falsies or not, you frown ever so slightly, then let out a sigh.

You hate this.

This is the third “meeting” they’ve arranged for you this month, and they’d been at this for almost six months overall by now. This search for a ‘suitable husband’ was getting stale - not to mention, time-consuming - and you weren’t sure you would be willing to appease your parents any longer.

In fact, you weren’t exactly sure you were interested in a partner anymore. The clock would hit thirty any moment now, and the math of falling in love, getting married, having kids, and still heading a successful company no longer seemed to be adding up. You didn’t know how exactly to tell your sweet parents who were the picture of domestic bliss that they’d probably have to give up on the idea of grandchildren, and consider raising puppies instead.

Regardless, for the time being, you could still bother to meet this stranger for dinner.

There’s a clasp seal envelope atop your dresser - a portfolio that had been left on your desk by your father’s assistant at the beginning of the week - that still seems entirely too formal for the process. This is matchmaking, not a job application, was the first thought that came to mind once you realized the envelope held a set of photos, a resume and an admittedly curt but formally written statement reminiscent of a cover letter.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, the signature at the bottom of the letter read in an extremely neat script. He must be particularly organized and detail-oriented.

There were two pictures, one that looked almost like a passport photo and the other much more relaxed, where he was dressed casually in a t-shirt and pressed jeans, standing with his arms crossed beside a redheaded man whose smile was wide and infectious, his arm around his neck. You wondered if he picked those photos himself.

You’d perused the first photo much more carefully because you could see more of his face. He’s quite handsome, you’d admitted, the faintest warmth in your cheeks, but he seemed awfully uptight. For one, the look on his face was very neutral, not bothering to smile. He was clean shaven and his hair was close cropped at the edges, a woody brown that paired well with serious olive eyes. You wondered if he ever laughed out loud, and what he looked like when he did.

The taxi driver is prompt and waiting outside of the high-rise in which you live by the time you make your way down the elevator. The click of your heels is loud on the tile as you make your way past the revolving doors. As you slip into the back of the car, you wonder if you’re dressed too professionally. You may have forgone the women’s pantsuit, but you’re still wearing a feminine pantsuit-esque ensemble in a creamy beige - pink would have seemed too ditzy, white would have seemed a bit too innocent (not to mention risky) and yellow too juvenile.

You’re not sure why you’re thinking so hard about this, but really years of paying attention to your appearance in public, not being taken seriously because you’re pretty and young and your personality is more bubbly than bossy puts you on your guard, especially when it comes to first impressions.

The location appears to be an upscale sushi restaurant, the type that you have to call ahead for months to get a reservation unless you have some kind of special arrangement with the owner. A staff member checks you in and brings you to the back to a private room, and as you pass through the dimly lit hallway, clutching your purse a little too securely, a scene from a yakuza movie comes to mind.

“Your room, madam,” the young man nods and motions you to enter a room that is brightly lit enough that it is almost blinding, large and round as though you were in a fishbowl yourself. You look up and notice that even the ceiling is curved. Elaborate paintings hang off the wall.

He’s not here.

You glance at the attendant and he raises his eyebrows as though he is expecting you to say something. You must look surprised, and continue to look so as you remove your shoes to sit at one of the thin mattresses set before the low table.

You wish you’d worn stockings perhaps, tucking your bare feet beneath you in a casual seiza position. You can’t recall the last time you’ve been this traditional/formal, and the thought of a man you barely know already knowing what your feet look like bare bothers you just a bit.

The attendant pours water and then tea for two wordlessly and slips out of the room.

Your heart pounds once you’re finally alone. Why is this so intense?

You fidget nervously with the thin silver necklace you are wearing, looking for a menu. There is none so far. Just square plates, both chopsticks and forks (odd for sushi, you think), and a steaming cup of tea set right next to a sweltering crystal glass of ice cold water. Opposites.

For a fleeting moment, you actually wonder for once if this man will like you.

“My apologies, Ms. ___.”

You’re startled by a rich voice, a tiny gasp revealing that you’re more spooked than you realize, and your eyes shift towards the direction of the sound to see what looks like your date finally arriving in a hurry.

You instinctively readjust yourself onto your knees to look formal, then realize you should probably stand instead, but before you can get up he waves you to sit back down, now settling down himself across from you.

“I had intended to arrive early but quite a few things happened at the company to make that unfeasible.”

He said this while removing a suit jacket in a way that was in no way intended to be sexy, not at all, then let out what sounded like a single, semi-nervous chuckle.

Wordlessly, you replied with a nod, transfixed as you compared photography to reality. The photos didn’t do him justice, not at all. The suit jacket was picked up quickly by a waiter who you had forgotten was still in the room.

Ushijima extended an arm to you across the table, intending to shake your hand.

“Did you wait long?” He asks as you shakily take his hand for a handshake that consumes your hand almost entirely in his large one.

You shake your head, then embarrassed when you realize you aren’t using your voice, and add, “No, I didn’t wait long...”

“Are you hungry?” He replies, quickly. Your instinct is to say no, no you didn’t need anything, especially not from him, but you are pretty sure your stomach would growl loudly any minute now, and you’d only look like a fool.

Ushijima glances at the waiter, who finally hands the two of you menus.

“Please order anything you like.”

You look down, swallowing hard again, and for a moment it is difficult to focus on the unnecessarily elaborate handwriting on the menu.

Something about him already grates on your nerves and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what. You could forgive people for being late, and you were used to people being a little forward, but something about the way he was both familiar and unfamiliar in the way he spoke to you seemed to veer into patronizing behavior.

Why wasn’t he nervous? Every man you’d sat across from in the past half a year had just a little waver in their voice when they spoke to you at some point, even those who had started off boasting their fancy degrees and their villas and their large bank accounts.

But he sits perfectly still, all broad shoulders, gently wafting cologne, and a gaze that is both disconcerting and impartial, so you don’t know what to think.

When you look up from the menu to him, his eyes are still heavily focused on you, and you can’t really fault him. There’s nothing else to look at in this room, after all.

You take this opportunity to tease him. No man has ever intimidated you before and this one is no different.

“Are you going to order anything? I barely saw you look at the menu.” Your voice is light and coquettish and it implies, all you’re doing is staring at me.

“I already know my order. I’ve been here enough times,” he replies, immune to the playfulness in your voice. You watch him roll up his sleeves as he answers, and take note of the shape of his hands as he takes a sip of tea.

Maybe you’re the one staring.

“Would you like a recommendation?” He offers as he sets the cup down.

You shake your head no, and wonder again why you’re making gestures instead of talking. He smiles as though he can read your mind.

Once the waiter takes your orders and leaves the room, you’re left in silence, facing your would-be partner. It’s a stalemate of sorts and you lose, asking the first personal question.

But you ask it semi-clinically, refusing to lose the upper hand. You’re not sure why there’s an upper hand, but there is, and it will be yours.

“I read a little about your company before arriving. You gave me quite a few details, which I appreciated,” you state, turning your head to the side politely to take a sip of tea yourself. “You’ve done very well for yourself as CEO,” you add.

His eyes don’t crinkle from the flattery. “My employees do great work at all levels so it’s only natural that there would be positive growth,” he replies matter-of-factly.

You smile politely, but this answer doesn’t give you very much information about him. He’s shifting the success away from him, you remark, however he accepts the compliment as though expected. Is this genuine humility or arrogance?

You lean very slightly forward, just enough to see if he’ll take the opportunity to glance down your blouse, as other suitors have invariably done. He doesn’t, and you proceed to ask the next question.

“What do you do outside of work?”

His eyebrows raise, and you wonder if it’s because he realizes you are pretending you didn’t read that section on his application, but he answers anyway.

“I don’t have very much free time, as you are probably aware, but I garden and paint. And of course, I like to keep fit through team sports.”

A quick look at him makes that last part quite clear. You clear your throat slightly and then it is silent again. It’s not exactly an uncomfortable silence, but it’s not comfortable either.

Just as you wonder why he isn’t asking you any questions, he suddenly speaks up.

“Pardon me if this sounds inappropriate, but you’re beautiful. Why would you need a matchmaking service?”

You’re taken aback, and while your brain is scrambling for understanding of what his intentions are, he adjusts his sitting position so that he’s cross-legged with both hands on his knees and lets out a sigh before continuing.

“You’re also accomplished and clearly articulate. I don’t imagine you’d have trouble finding a partner through more organic means.”

It seems like there are a million butterflies that suddenly inhabit the small space in the pit of your stomach. Again, you’re at a loss for words, something that is rare for someone as opinionated and cordially fierce as you.

Should you be offended? It’s almost as though he’s asking what’s wrong with you?

He asks frankly, “Why a blind date?”

You want to ask him the same question, but you hear the waiter return and you fall silent, letting the butterflies in your stomach die down.

---

“I-is this the first time - ah - you’ve done this?”

You’re no longer laid out on the tatami like you were just an hour earlier, Ushijima nibbling on your lower lip and your collarbones instead of the overpriced, high-quality fish that sat atop your table, but now laid under him, spread eagle save for the hands you use to hold on to his shoulders as he slowly and deliberately thrusts inside you.

Your voice is breathy and catches in your throat every time he moves, but you have to know. How often has he ended up like this?

The heat that fills your whole body now isn’t just from the shame of letting a stranger fondle your body in an upscale restaurant, it’s because Ushijima somehow knows exactly where and how to touch you, as though he’s always known. His fingers have traveled your body like a hiker on a well-beaten path, from the softness behind your earlobes to your squishy center and back, and now have settled into a hold that is firm yet gentle on your hips.

When he replies “no” with immense honesty, his mouth sinks into the crook of your neck and he goes just deep enough that you don’t have time to factor this new information into your impression of him.

So instead you savor the thickness that fills you and the strength that holds you close, the soft grunts that fill your ears before they get drowned out by your equally loud whimpers and moans.

---

You don’t spend the night, partially out of shame that Ushijima bedded you so quickly and partially because you have a full schedule for the next morning. The parting of ways is brief and awkward and you seem to feel it more acutely than he does.

“I enjoyed our time, Miss ___,” he offers. You’ve dressed up faster than he has so you find yourself unwittingly ogling at the expanse of his sculpted chest and the flex of his muscles as he redresses. You’re almost sad to see him cover up.

You nod and walk out of the room, trying your best to hide the fact that your legs feel far too wobbly to be walking on these heels.

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“Miss ____?”

Your eyes widen as you realize you’ve been daydreaming through a meeting with the board of trustees and now the wrinkled old men who hated the fact that your father thrust you into leadership you “didn’t deserve” are staring at you with disgruntled expressions.

“Oh, um,” you think quickly, recalling where the presentation left off and glancing quickly at the notes you’d jotted down on a notepad before wondering why Ushijima hadn’t called or texted since you met two weeks ago.

“Um?” The most senior of the group repeats, and your stomach turns for a moment before you steel yourself. He bares his teeth every time he’s displeased with you and you get the impression of an ancient and disgruntled wolf.

You clear your throat loudly, and settle back in your chair, crossing your legs and your arms over your chest.

“I have some disagreements with the current approach, but I’ll start with the pertinent positives,” you start.

---

“Was the sex at least good?”

Your best friend from high school glances at you briefly, as you face forward on the Peloton you are riding side by side with her. She’s much less out of shape than you are given that she also is your personal trainer and thus rides hers effortlessly, taking some time to wait for you to respond.

You begrudgingly say yes.

“Wow, for once someone dropped you before you could drop them!” She teases in a sing-song voice. You would slap her on the shoulder if she was close enough and if you weren’t out of breath. It stings just a little bit that you’ve heard nothing from him nor the matchmaking company and don’t have a good response to tell your parents aside from I guess we didn’t click.

“He’s missing out, though.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you huff, and cycle faster. No hard feelings.

---

Scratch that, there were absolutely going to be hard feelings now that he was not just fucking with you but also with your livelihood.

Admittedly, it was strange that despite the fact that your companies had never crossed paths until now despite working in the same consumer domain but this was unacceptable.

You’d opened an email that had just slipped into your peripheral vision as you worked on reviewing a couple of interns’ executive summaries, only to find that Ushijima might have just royally fucked you over.

A curt email from a crucial business partner read,

We apologize but we’ve decided to move forward with Ushijima Industries instead. I understand that this is last minute, but we believe that it will be mutually beneficial to discontinue our relationship at this point in time.

Your blood boiled. What the fuck was this?

Your phone rang, one of your team leaders calling immediately and likely looking at the email at the same time you were. He apologized profusely.

“What happened?”

“It seems like they just showed up and offered twice as much as we offered them last minute.”

This bastard. Then in a moment of horror, you wondered if this was your fault, if you had blabbed a little while slightly tipsy off of sake, and revealed that you had this acquisition in the works.

Voice smaller now, you asked, “So we can’t do anything to woo them back?”

“No, I don’t think so. I just have to make sure our other deal doesn’t fall through,” the slightly frantic man answered, the sounds of keyboard keys clicking rapidly heard in the background of the call.

“Okay, thank you for your hard work,” you stated. “I’ll see what I can do,” you replied with a click.

Maybe calling someone who’d ghosted you as you drove home, fuming and irritated, wasn’t the best idea, but you needed to confront him somehow. The idea of being bested in more ways than one was too much to bear.

The phone rang once, twice, then three times, and you were getting angrier with every tone through the car speaker. You hung up in frustration.

How embarrassing.

You made it home still irritated, indulging yourself in a relaxing bath to quell your anger. By the time you had soaked for close to an hour, you were mad at yourself for reacting impulsively and now having your number in his phone as a missed call… if he recognized it anyway.

It turns out he did.

“Ms. ___, did you call me earlier? I wasn’t able to make it to the phone in time.”

His voice was even lower on the phone, a slightly gravelly quality making you wonder if he’d actually been napping or just had a smoke. You couldn’t imagine him doing either of these things.

“What kind of game are you playing, Mr. Ushijima?”

There was a bit of hesitation on the phone, and you let out a sardonic laugh once he replied, as expected, “What?”

“How did you know about that deal other than what I told you?”

He paused again, and you too, stood still, a towel wrapped around your still dripping body.

“I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he then said, carefully. “I, uh… assume you were calling about something else.”

You grit your teeth. What the fuck else? The fact that he sounded genuinely confused only served to aggravate you further.

“Did you or did you not use the information I gave you to intercept my deal with MNY?”

Finally the lightbulb went on.

“Oh, that was you. Hm.”

If you’d been talking in person, you probably would have slapped him at this point. Or at least considered it.

“I didn’t know you were our competitor in that aspect. I… probably would have reconsidered if I had known.”

“Excuse me?”

That tone of over-familiarity, patronizing… the care when you’re not supposed to care was back and you realized you regretted this phone call.

“How would it be any different? Are you implying that you’d let me win?”

“No, of course not, I…” He trailed off. “Would you like to come over to my apartment and talk? I can give you my address, I would rather talk in person.”

Why? So I can get over there and end up fucking you again?

“I respectfully decline,” you answered curtly, and hung up, tossing your phone onto your bed and letting out an aggravated sigh.

---

The next morning, you leave an early executive meeting only to find that your office had been overrun with flowers between the hours of 7 to 8 am.

There are yellow roses, stating admiration, spilling out of an oversized bouquet on your desk and a separate bouquet of light red carnations and white camellias that imply that he finds you ‘adorable’. A white card is placed in the yellow bouquet, and on it is written Ushijima’s neat script - you realize it’s from him before you even finish reading the note.

I would like to see you again. Please accept my call around 6 pm.

Respectfully,

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Your hands hover over the wastebasket in your room with the flowers in your arms, but instead you sigh, and stuff them behind you on your shelf. At least you won’t have to see them while you work, but they’re pretty. They’re clearly bought from a floral shop, but you recall that he had said he gardened in his free time.

Ushijima calls promptly at 6 pm and you let it ring twice before deciding to block his number just as he’s calling. Something about the action is satisfying.

You can’t be won over with a couple of flowers and kind words. Women aren’t as easily swayed as he may think.

---

It’s another Friday, and surprisingly you haven’t been contacted for a blind date, whether it’s by your parents or the matchmaking service they’ve subscribed you to.

Maybe they’d gotten the message after you’d been ghosted that you were tired of this game. Maybe they were giving you a break. Maybe they’d run out of potential suitors. You were surprised, but not upset.

Ushijima had truly gotten under your skin.

After blocking his call, there were no more attempts at contact for the rest of the week. The only thing left to consider was that if you ever crossed paths in your careers, you would pay him back for snatching your investor.

And snatching your dignity in the process.

It was about 4 pm and most of the employees were wrapping up their tasks for the day. You usually aimed to have everyone out by 5, especially on Friday so this was boding well.

“Hey, Madam President, are you okay with an add-on?” You hear your secretary call from outside your door.

“Oh, I mean, I guess but-”

She’s already letting Ushijima through the door.

You smile sweetly, maintaining professional behavior as best you can, while your secretary leads him to an armchair across from you, up until she exits, your expression souring the moment she closes the door.

“Mr. Ushijima, what are you doing in my office?”

He’s settled into the chair so comfortably that it feels as though you’re in his office, not your own. He’s dressed more casually than he was at the restaurant, no suit jacket, just a brown V-neck sweater over a dress shirt that almost seems too tight and a pair of chinos. He’s also wearing a pair of glasses, which is new.

You hate that he looks good.

“Apologizing and requesting your company.”

He looks at you sincerely, his hands clasped together in his lap. You narrow your eyes.

“Please leave.”

He actually frowns, and the small action actually surprises you.

“Do you actually want me to leave or are you still upset about the investor? Because if it’s that, we can make an arrangement-”

“No, I’m upset because you did that after not following up after our one night stand!” You finally blurt out, then bite your lip realizing you might have said too much.

“I… got busy.”

“Busy screwing me over?” You quip.

He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture.

“I didn’t call because I thought you didn’t like me.”

You’re a little stunned by this reply, then decide you don’t believe him. What was there not to like? At least at that point he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Why would you think that?”

His hands leave his hair again and rest on his knees. You notice it seems like a default position for him.

“I’ve been referred to as ‘stiff’. It’s great at work but not great for relationships.”

Ushijima’s brutal honesty is again sending you for a loop. You raise an eyebrow, bidding him to continue. Your arms uncross and you rest your elbows on the table.

“So…?”

“So usually by the time I’ve had sex with someone, it’s all they’re after. And since you didn’t call, I assumed even the sex wasn’t good.”

You unwittingly burst into laughter. Here was this successful, attractive man with a perfect pedigree who was insecure about how good he was in bed?

His eyebrows furrow, and you recollect yourself, realizing that this is a bit cruel.

“You could have sent a text,” you murmur.

“I’m bad at starting conversations.”

You stifle another laugh. “So you just don’t?” You tease. It’s gently mocking but mostly incredulous. It seems that he’s the opposite of the confident man he appears to be.

“That’s why I got excited when you called but then you were upset.”

You purse your lips.

“I promise I didn’t intend to put you in a bad situation,” Ushijima insists.

You sigh, then offer him a small smile. “Are you normally this persistent?”

He glances at the flowers that are only partially hidden from view, which makes your face warm up bashfully, and then looks right back at you.

“No. I just like you.”

Again with the directness, a confidence that is effortless, even when he’s not confident at all.

You don’t want to melt but you do. So instead you rise and clear your desk, stuffing a few items into your handbag as you prepare to leave. He watches, unsure of what you’re up to, sitting still as you walk around towards him and place your hand lightly on his shoulder.

Your body faces the door, but you turn to the side to look at him and grin.

“I’m done with work for today. Take me out.”

---

A couple months later...

“Fuck, you’re - ah - they’re gonna know, I-” Your voice morphs into a mewl instead once his ring finger reaches just the right spot; you’re squirming as much as possible under his touch but he has you laid back on your work desk with both ankles rested on his shoulders and his weight leaning onto you to essentially keep you in place.

“Move your hands,” Ushijima whispers in a hushed tone, leaning in to kiss between your breasts as he readjusts your legs atop him. His pants are down and his cock is already up and ready, the base and swollen balls rubbing against your wet cunt that you are desperately trying to protect from his intrusion. You know there’s absolutely no way you’ll stay quiet when he’s pounding the shit out of you, he likes it entirely too rough, and the walls are thin. You don’t listen, continuing to reach for his hands to swat them away from you.

There’s a part of you that is almost certain that at the very least your secretary knows that every time Ushijima comes for a ‘meeting’, it really is just to fuck the shit out of you before you leave together for the evening, or to relax you right before you once again have to defend your dad’s establishment of you as Company President.

This isn’t a good look.

“I-I can’t…” you whine.

“You can,” he assures you.

He gently kisses your face before prying your hands out of the way and keeping them pinned up against you with one hand and guiding his trajectory with the other before sinking inside of you. You moan at the breach of your privates and he quickly presses his lips to yours to swallow the sound.

Once he’s bottomed out, he rolls his hips, and soon you start to see white once you climax, clenching and cumming around him.

“T-Toshi!” You moan his name, and he clasps a large hand around your mouth before continuing, picking up the pace as he fucks you through your orgasm. He can’t deny that he likes the fact that you’re noisy, that the fact that the heavy desk he’s fucking you against is making a squeaky noise that suggests he’s really putting some force behind these strokes, and that if anyone could see the two of you now, it could be an issue for both of your corporations. Misconduct, they would call it.

He doesn’t care and while you act like you do, you don’t really care either.

When he lets go of your wrists to use the edge of the desk as leverage and tilts backwards, you scream in pleasure, a terribly obvious sound, and it’s enough to have him tip over and spill into you with a groan. He collapses onto you and the two of you almost slip onto the floor, but don’t; you wrap your arms around him.

Your hair is disheveled and so is his, and your legs are sticky with sweat and cum. You sigh, letting him soften inside you and stroke his hair.

“You’re getting me in trouble,” you murmur, and he lets out a breathy laugh.

“We don’t really have to answer to anyone, do we?” He replies with a smirk, and pecks you one more time on the lips.

He’s right - only you two are a match for each other.

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