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sophierequests · 2 years

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looking out for you // fingers crossed part two

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x f!Reader

A/N: Quite a few of you guys wanted a part two, so here it is! I'm so glad that you liked this fic so much, because I am a sucker for angsty writing. Some of you even wanted to be tagged, so the question is, if you'd like me to establish a tag list? Where I'd just tag you whenever I post a fic about this certain character? I'd love to do that, you just have to comment, and I'll do it!

You can find part one here!

Summary: Kaz goes to confront the reader about hiding their wound, but it does not go as planned, leading to a fight and also confessions that were regretted immediately after.

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Word Count: 2.5K (how the hell did I write that much again???)

Warnings: A bit angsty, feelings, mention of past injury and pain, slight callback to a previous panic attack, if you squint and a lot of profanities

You didn’t wake up for almost one whole week. And when you did, you had one of the worst headaches imaginable. Even though you weren’t back in action yet, you still felt a lot better.

Jesper was more than relieved to see you fully awake, sitting upright and smiling at him. Kaz, however, didn’t come to see you when you first woke up. Which didn’t surprise you, but left you with a sinking feeling of disappointment.

“Oh, I’m so dead.” Jesper sighed, throwing himself next to you on the bed, before giving you your dinner. You turned your head to smile at him sheepishly, taking the dinner gratefully.

“Why now, Jes? If Kaz wanted to actually kill you, he would have done it by now.”

“Isn’t that just fucking comforting, love.” he said, whilst chewing his own food.

“You can be glad that Wylan loves you because I think I saw a glint of murder in his eyes after I told him what happened. I’m pretty sure his wrath would’ve been worse.” you joked, nudging the sharpshooter's arm with a grin.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, Y/N.” Jesper mocked, “You have no clue how mad he was after that. He almost forced me to sleep downstairs!”

The both of you laughed, enjoying the time without any distress or missions thoroughly.

“How’s Kaz?” you asked, immediately regretting it after seeing Jesper’s facial expression.

“Ugh, if I would only know. This man is starting to become a ticking time bomb.” he said, toying with his rings nervously, “I don’t think he’s sleeping. At least not really well. And I think he’s only really talking to Inej. I haven’t heard him say a word, since he called me to help Nina fix you up. I don’t think you’re allowed to almost die again anytime soon, or he’ll go completely mad.”

“I’ll try my best.” you chuckled, however, the weight of his words still heavy on your shoulders, “Do you think he’s mad at me?”

“What? Are you being serious right now? Please don’t tell me that you care about what Kaz I-can’t-express-my-feelings-properly Brekker thinks about you. Love, he’s not mad at you, why would you think that? You’re probably one of the few people on this team, that he could never be mad at.” he told you reassuringly.

You snorted.

“You should’ve seen the look on his face when he went into my room that night. If I wouldn’t be one of his valuable investments, he would’ve killed me on the spot. I think you think a bit too highly of his opinion of me. I could’ve finished the mission on my own. But no, he needed you to join me, because I am not allowed to go on these missions alone. He thinks I’m not useful on these sorts of missions, and it is driving me insane. He’d never send you to go on a mission with Inej!”

“Oh Y/N, you are one of the smartest people I know, but during times like these, you can be so bloody dense.”

“Hey!” you snorted, giving him a slight jab in the ribs.

“I’m being serious. Have you ever thought about the fact, that he might care about you? I’ve known him for quite a while now, and he never acted like that with any of the Dregs. We all have the sneaking suspicion that our dearest boss might have a little crus-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, or I won’t be able to look him in the eyes anymore.”

“Why? Scared of someone actually returning your feelings?”

“Shut up!” you chuckled, slumping against the headboard and closing your eyes, the half-eaten dinner sitting on your nightstand was already forgotten.

“I don’t get what you see in him anyway. You’re way too good for him.” Jesper commented.

“I know. But so are you.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet.” he grinned, leaning his head on your shoulder.

He was right, of course, your crush on Kaz Brekker had been one of the most embarrassing gossip topics that the Crows could bring up. It was just such a bizarre thing to everyone. You were lovely and kind, never failing to comfort the team members if they needed it. And Kaz, well, Kaz was Kaz. You always told yourself that you were friends and that he wanted nothing more than that from you. But hearing it out loud, that he might have a crush on you too, gave you a complicated arrangement of feelings.

“Love, as much as I enjoy our little talks, I should get going. Because my boyfriend should already be waiting for me downstairs. We planned on going to the market, want something?”

You shook your head, waving him off with a smile.

The silence that Jesper had left you with didn’t stay too long. As soon as you closed your eyes, you heard the faint clicking of a cane doming from the corridor. Internally, you prayed that he would just walk right past your room, but if the Saints were actually real, they didn’t seem to like that idea.

Before you could think about what to do next, the handle turned and Kaz slipped inside the room.

“No knocking this time?” you asked, a soft smile on your lips.

The man let out a huff, and you knew that you were in for a lecture.

“What were you thinking? Hiding a gunshot wound? That could have got you killed. No, it should’ve killed you. You were more than lucky that Nina was here. If she hadn't been here, you would be dead by now! And Jesper lying right into my face will also be something I’ll have to keep in the back of my mind from now on.”

“Jesper lied because I told him too. I really didn’t need you to give us another talk on team safety.”

“Oh, so you probably also told him to shoot you then?” he snarled, visibly aggravated.

“You can be such an ass sometimes, do you know that? Jesper didn’t mean to shoot me. It was my fault. I didn’t assess the situation properly and got hit. That’s it. He couldn’t have done anything to stop it.” you retorted, getting angrier and angrier, “And you know if you only came here to yell at me, I’d like you to leave, Kaz. I get that you’re angry, but that gives you absolutely no right to be such a bloody prick.”

“I’m not leaving. What you did was stupid and reckless, and I have every right to hold you accountable for that.”

“You have no right to anything, Brekker. This is the first time you visit me since that night you checked on me, and without showing the slightest bit of concern, you just start lecturing me? This is the last thing I need right now. You are the last thing I need right now.”

He tried to hide the way his face cringed, after hearing that statement, but this feeling was soon replaced as he saw you flinching, whilst trying to straighten your position. Nina helped you as best as she could, but the pain would stick around for a while.

Without a second thought, he moved towards your bed, handing you one of the vials, filled with a disgustingly sweet liquid to ease the pain.

“Here.” he said, his voice now way more regulated than before.

You sighed, taking it from his hand and downing it in one go.

“Are you going to do something else, other than just standing there like a lost dog?” you asked, patting the empty spot next to you as a sort of pathetic peace offer.

With a glint of hesitation in his eyes, he sat down next to you, avoiding eye contact as best as he could.

“Why did you try to hide it? I don’t understand.” he said again, but now in a much softer tone.

“You said it yourself. A hurt crow is of no use.” you huffed, closing your eyes, “I just didn’t want to bother you with that. You said it was important that you got to take a look at the blueprints as soon as we were back, so I thought it would be best to follow that.”

Kaz stared back at you, a conflicted expression painted on his face.

“I haven’t looked at the blueprints yet.” he confessed, “I only wanted you to bring them to me, to make sure that you were safe. I knew that it would be of risk to go into Pekka’s territory. I needed to actually see that nothing happened to you.”

“You already sent me a babysitter for that, though.” you snorted.

“He was just a backup safety measure.”

“Why do you trust me so little? I could’ve done the mission on my own and I would have been completely fine.”

“Y/N…”

“No, Kaz, you asked me to tell the truth, and now it’s your turn.”

“I do trust you. More than you probably know.” Kaz admitted, running a gloved hand through his messy hair, only now you realized that he looked like he hadn’t slept properly in the last few days, “When Jesper brought me the blueprints that day, I was more than worried. You wouldn’t make Jesper finish miniscule things like that.”

He paused, pondering on what to say next.

“We fought, Jesper and I. He told me things I didn’t like to hear. That’s why I only checked on you after he was gone. I should’ve just swallowed my pride.”

“What did he say to you, Kaz?” you asked, slightly confused by where this was supposed to go.

“He told me that I was just a boy too scared of his own feelings. And…”

“And?”

“And he’s right. The reason why I always send Jesper with you on these missions is because I can’t stand seeing you hurt. I care for you. In a different way than I care for Inej, Jesper or any other team member. I just never though that this would influence my judgement this much.”

This confession left you speechless. Coming from Kaz this was basically a love confession. No, it definitely was a love confession.

“Why didn’t you come to see me earlier? I’ve been awake for a few days now. I genuinely thought you were mad at me.” you inquired, testing the waters slowly, “I mean, I don’t know how out of it I would’ve been, but still.”

“I was mad. Not at you, but at myself. Nothing of that should’ve happened, I should’ve known better.” he rolled his head back to stare at the ceiling, his hands now only a few inches away from your legs, “I did come to visit you. When you were still unconscious. Nina said that you were going to be fine, but you didn’t look fine. Well, not what I understand under the word fine.”

An awkward silence settled between the two of you until Kaz groaned, moving to get up.

“I’m sorry, this was more than ill-fitting of me Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that. You shouldn’t have to be aware of these kinds of one-sided feelings. I’m sorry.”

Before he could stand up, you lunched forward, clutching his sleeve tightly.

“Wait, what if I told you that I may or may not feel the same?” you stammered, realizing that you were still holding onto his shirt, only a little bit away from accidentally touching his skin.

His expression turned from a look of irritation, and he pulled his sleeve out of your grasp.

“No.” he replied in a stern voice

“What? What do you mean no? You can’t just tell me about your feelings and then deny mine!” you answered, now standing, or rather sitting, completely helpless against his words.

“I could never give you what you want. You know that.” he shot back, now meeting your gaze harshly.

“What do I want, Kaz? Tell me?”

“Someone that doesn’t have to retch when you touch them. Someone that can actually show you affection. Someone you can kiss. Not me.”

“I don’t need all that. There’s more to love than just that.” the mention of the word love made Kaz shudder, since none of you said it out loud up until now, “I enjoy your company and the conversations we share. I enjoy you. The rest really doesn’t matter. You’re not a lost cause.”

He turned around, his back now facing you, his hands wiping over his face anxiously. For a moment, he just stood there, not saying anything. Then he walked over to the door, his hand resting on the handle. This made your stomach drop. You really thought that things could work out between the two of you.

However, something inside him stopped him from turning the handle and leaving. The moment felt like a déjà vu, him turning to run off to his office like a kicked dog and her just helplessly sitting on her bed. He thought about the following hours, Inej telling him that she was alive and him thanking every supernatural force for granting him another chance. This was it. And what was he doing? Running away again.

No, not this time.

Meanwhile, there were tears building up in the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know what to do, and even though the hurt was possessing every inch of you, you wouldn’t run after him this time.

“I can’t and won’t promise you anything.” his voice broke the silence, causing you to look up at him, “But if that is what you want, I’d be willing to try.”

You felt like someone just waterboarded you, just to pull you out right after.

“What?” you stuttered.

Kaz crossed the room again to get back to your bed, sitting a bit closer to you than before. After taking a deep breath, he set one of his gloved hands on yours, eyeing you carefully.

“I can’t promise you any sort of physical affection. To be frank, I’ll have to get used to any sort of affection, too. But I’d like us to try, Y/N.” he repeated slowly.

You nodded hastily, the weight of his words hitting you like a freight train. He wanted to try. That was more than enough for you. Tears were still running down your cheeks, just for a different reason now.

“I’d like us to try, too.” you answered softly, seeing the hint of a smile form on his face.

“Good, it’s settled then.” Kaz added smugly, now genuinely smiling, “And please stop crying, love. Don’t waste your tears on things like that.”

Much to your surprise, he didn’t wait for you to do it on your own, but moved his hands to cup your cheeks, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

Before any of you could say anything else, the door opened suddenly, Jesper and Nina walking in to your room without any announcement. They took in the scene, you, sitting next to a startled Kaz, leftover tears still gliding down your cheeks.

“You made her fucking cry, Brekker?” Nina shrieked, her expression changing into one of annoyance.

“It’s not how it looks like!” the both of you tried to clarify in unison.

None of you knew where this would take you from there on, but both of you wanted to try. And at least for you, that was the only thing that mattered.

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badgirlswrld · 4 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆ JANUARY 5th, 2023 1:45pm

˚ ༘♡ CHARACTERS: Lisha Wen, Sanghee Park, Yunseo ‘Cloe’ Lim

˚ ༘♡ WARNINGS: food + cursing + some serious convos (with some silly moments)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆ “So how’d the mediation session go? Are you guys finally good now?” With her face resting on her palms and elbows propped on the kitchen counter, Lisha asked from her seated position on a stool.

“Well…it definitely was…a session.” Sanghee muttered, gazing at her plate of food. Lisha simply frowned, titling her head a bit.

“It didn’t go well did it?” She inquired, it was a statement more than a question, Sanghee knew that, so she kept her lips sealed as she continued to poke at her food. “You gonna eat or what?”

"Hush," Sanghee joked, shifting her attention to the girl across the kitchen counter. Lisha giggled, taking a large bite from her plate.

“So, why exactly didn’t it go well?” Lisha questioned, focusing her eyes on her plate as she gathered more food around her chopsticks. Sanghee sighed, crossing her arms and leaning back against the fridge. She stared off for a moment, thinking of how to explain the events of yesterday.

“Well, she had an attitude as always,” Sanghee began, eyes wandering as she spoke, “I kept my cool at first, because I’m used to her bitchiness…but then she started bringing up my dating issues, and my scandals, and that was annoying,” Sanghee stated, muttering the last bit, glancing to Lisha.

“And then?” Lisha raised her brows, ready to hear what happened. She didn’t exactly inform Sanghee of this, but, she had paid Cloe a visit last night. Of course, Cloe went on and on about what had happened and Lisha was now invested. Lisha got super curious about Sanghee’s side of it all, and since she has been paying her lunch and dinner visits during the suspension, she decided she’d figure it out today.

“And then…I told her nobody liked her,” Sanghee recited, running a hand through her hair, letting out yet another sigh, “that really pissed her off,” she giggled, “and then I got a bit…excited? And started just going off on her. I mean the full 9 yards.” She exclaimed, shaking her head in amusement, a small smile dancing across her lips.

“Wait, wait, you went off on her? Verbally or like…physically?” Lisha inquired, her face displaying an expression of worry so intense it could have won an Oscar for best dramatic performance (as most of her expressions could.)

“Not physically you idiot,” Sanghee chuckled, Lisha let out a dramatic sigh of relief, hand over her chest.

“You worried me for a moment,” she said, “wait so what exactly did you say to her??”

“Honestly, it’s a bit of a blur. I know I called her pathetic, I told her she had no friends because she was mean and only got her job from daddy’s money, and I called her insecure…like a lot.” With a hint of regret in her voice, Sanghee tried to recall her own words, but all she could vividly remember was Cloe's face. The shock, the faint tears in her eyes, and the vulnerability on her face were etched in her mind. She scowled a bit, mentally shaking her head at herself.

“Jesus, Sang…” Lisha mumbled, she recalled a bit of what Cloe said the night before.

“It was insane Lili…like she was so weirdly calm while saying it, but you could tell she was so angry. It was scary as hell.” Cloe stated, flicking at her finger nails. Lisha was taken aback; she knew Sanghee well. They had fought on their first day of meeting during the survival show and gained a mutual disliking for one another for several days. Despite this, Lisha had never felt genuinely intimidated. Once they became friends, she recognized that Sanghee's seemingly difficult behavior was merely her way of engaging in playful banter.

“And she was really close to me, like really fucking close.” Cloe stated, narrowing her eyes as she remembered the events clearly, “She had her hand on my cheek and shit—“

“Wait, what?” Lisha blurted, fighting back the urge to giggle. Cloe cracked a small smile, leaning back on her sofa.

“Yeah. Like this,” Cloe began, placing her hand gently on the blondes cheek. Lisha’s eyes widened a bit. Upon hearing her story, Lisha blurted out with wide-eyed surprise, "dude, she was flirting with you!" Cloe's response was a sudden burst of laughter, one hand flying to cover her mouth.

Trying to contain her fits of laughter while clutching Lisha's hand, she managed to gasp out between giggles, "Lisha, no!” Lisha just shrugged, “she was definitely not flirting. Trust me, it was wild how she was telling me how pathetic and horrible i am. Like I was just in shock for a moment.”

“I’m sorry, Yun. On the bright side, you won’t have to see her for another four days, anyways.” Lisha confided, nudging the younger brunette.

“Yeah. I do feel horrible though. She was right. I mean, I’m a total dick. And I did instigate her a bit,” Cloe mumbled, casting a glance towards Lisha, whose eyebrows shot up knowingly. “okay, I instigated a lot.”

Lisha was snapped out of her recollection, when Sanghee began to sniffle a bit. “Are you crying?!” She exclaimed, a look of bewilderment plastered on her face.

“No, stupid! Allergies…” Sanghee shouted, before pushing herself off her feet, and propping herself up onto the counter top.

“Do you think she’s gonna ask them to kick you out?” Lisha suddenly asked, a bit dizzy at the thought.

“Maybe. I kinda feel bad,” Sanghee began, “not because i might get kicked out, she just looked so sad.” She babbled, her face becoming void of emotion. Lisha noticed this was something she only did when she was completely serious, a pattern she had picked up just a month after they met. “Like, I could see it in her face, that it hit a nerve. And I wanted to apologize. I always want to.” Sanghee stated, her voice cracking a bit as her tone got lower. Lisha sighed quietly, a small smile forming on her peach lips.

“Then apologize.” Lisha simply said, hopping down from her seat. Sanghee froze up a bit, almost stunned at how easy Lisha made it sound.

“I can’t…she blocked me on, well, everything. And I don’t even know where she’s staying right now…plus I’m too scared to see her in person, like, ever again.” Sanghee objected, much to Lisha’s dissatisfaction.

“Oh, come on! I can tell you like her, Sanghee. This is what we did, maybe not as, um, intensely. But the parallels are there!” Lisha countered, walking over and latching her hands onto the taller girls shoulders, “And you said it yourself, you feel bad. You only feel bad when you care about the other person!”

“Lisha, seriously? I don’t like Cloe, not even as an acquaintance, let alone a friend. She has serious issues, that cause her to like be a total insecure asshole! I’m not any good for her, it’ll only get worse if I’m on her ass all the time…” Sanghee rambled, Lisha grunted, dropping her head.

“You are tiring, woman!” She sighed dramatically, quickly lifting her head to make direct eye contact with Sanghee. “And you’re proving my point! You care about her well being! And you’re an amazing fucking friend. You made me a better person! I’m not mean anymore, like at all!”

“I know, Lili, that’s because you were just pretending to be mean! It was painfully obviously, you’d try not to laugh every time you insulted someone.” Sanghee huffed, smirking down at the short blonde.

“Whatever, the point is you care about Yunnie and I care about both of you, so please just apologize to her and fix this before I go insane!” She droned, lightly shaking Sanghee. Sanghee stared down at her for a moment, contemplating her decision. Lisha’s eyes were basically pleading for an ‘ok’ or even a simple sigh of a defeat.

Sanghee's gaze drifted away from Lisha. She closed her eyes gently and let out a small sigh. "Fine, I'll apologize. I hate to admit it, but... I guess you're right. I do care about Yunseo," she conceded, her normally stern face softened. Seeing this, Lisha beamed, her lips parting in a bright smile as she released Sanghee.

“Yay! I win, I win!” She chanted, childishly clasping her hands together. Sanghee giggled, playfully shoving her shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, you win," she replied, her voice coated with playful defeat. She flashed a grin at her overexcited friend who was practically glowing with victory.

“I know I did!” She simply giggled, satisfied with the outcome of her motivational speech.

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rockingrobin69 · 1 year

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Wip Wip hooray

Do you remember the snippet of angst I shared a while back? Well, what if I told you I dived so deep in this world I now have 17k of it? Or: here’s a bit of the project I’m Currently Investing My Life In, that I absolutely have to share or else go spare. TW for depression and self-esteem issues. Enjoy!

It started with Ron’s idea for a thesis, and the fact they didn’t actually know a lot of people who used to be part of a white supremist cult and then left, and that Malfoy still lived in the country. In town, actually, in this crap of a flat above a chippy. Apparently the owner let him rent it for half price if he worked weekends. Apparently he did. And when Ron came back, two hours late with this strange frown, all he said was, “Whoa, mate.” And Harry decided that maybe he did sort of want to tag along after all.

Malfoy was different. Not only because he looked older, or because he sat on the floor with his legs crossed, or because of the piercings and the choker, or because he let his hair grow, wild and frizzy at his shoulders. Something… Harry didn’t know. Something hungry and a little loud about the way he kept his head down. The way he rambled one hundred miles a minute outside the interviews, the strange jokes he made and the way his eyes rounded, big and grey and startling. It was weird. He was weird. But he answered every single one of Ron’s questions, even the ones Ron hadn’t planned on asking. Even the ones that hung in the air. Even the one that made him go scary, that made him run to the loo with a hand over his mouth. He came back, half a weird smile on his face, and answered it too.

And Harry found the in-betweens interesting. Found himself asking Malfoy what he did the rest of the week (“butcher Italian art in the café across the street, you should come, it’d be horrible”); who was he still in contact with (“Pans, and Greg, and—no, that’s it, I don’t, ah, really, ah”); where did he get that tan (“a friend of a pal from work went bungee jumping so I begged them to take me? Never regretted anything more, apart from—well”). Found himself wanting to know. And the flat always smelled like chips, and Harry was perpetually hungry, and sooner than later he found himself going on his own, without Ron and the questions drilling into Harry’s scalp, festering in his brain.

Ron said Malfoy had actually volunteered. That he didn’t have to seek him out, Malfoy approached him through the university. It made sense, in a way, with this Malfoy. The Malfoy who couldn’t shut up for the life of him, who was constantly moving and buzzing and clicking. Would be annoying, but—Harry’s brain had been kind of quiet recently, and everyone around him seemed happy enough, or at least settled, and this heaped spoonful of Malfoy was a nice change of pace. With work, boring and safe and strangely continuous, with nights at Ron and Hermione’s or babysitting a quiet Ted twice a week, with always forgetting what kind of oat milk he liked and buying the wrong mustard. With life being, well, it. Nonstop and a bit bland. Malfoy was different, Malfoy was weird, and Harry liked it.

And there was the way he laughed. Loud, deranged, a little charming, and deranged. Like he didn’t know how to laugh. The crease between his eyebrows, like he wasn’t sure he was doing it right, the bubbling, like he didn’t care. It was a nice sort of laugh. Harry kept going.

He went sofa-searching with Malfoy when his old one gave out. Said he’d help him paint a chest of drawers Malfoy found on the street, begged him to chuck it when it proved half-eaten, roared with laughter when he tried, pink-cheeked, tongue between his teeth, to make it stand on three uneven legs. It wasn’t even funny, no idea why he was laughing. Only that there were tears in his eyes, and no breath left in his chest, and that Malfoy was radiant with something warm and weird and a little off.

“What?” he cried, flopping down on the rug. “Stop laughing, Potter! Honestly!”

But Harry couldn’t, waving his arms in big, apologetic flails. “Just throw the damn thing! You’re impossible.”

Malfoy smiled, that crooked line, small and weirdly alight. “No chance. There’s some potential there, I know it. I can almost, almost see it. Don’t you think it would look wonderful right there?” pointing at an empty space on the opposite wall. Most of the flat was empty. Harry didn’t mind it so much anymore.

“I think the weevils claimed it first. Sorry.”

“Oh, no. We don’t have weevils. Potter, say we don’t have weevils.”

“What? Why?” the urgency in his voice made something stick in Harry’s throat, thick and jagged. Then an oomph as Malfoy fell on top of him, covering Harry’s mouth with a hand.

“Quick! Say it! Words are magic, we can’t take the risk! You have to say we don’t have weevils, you have to say it, say it, now,” but he was laughing like a maniac, and covering Harry’s mouth anyway, so Harry couldn’t say anything, do anything but laugh too, trying to push him off. Maybe not trying too hard. “Come on, Potter, say it, why aren’t you saying it, sayyy it—”

He finally managed a shove, and Malfoy rolled to the floor, hysterical. Harry wiped his cheeks, couldn’t get this foolish grin off his face.

“You’re barking,” he whispered, and it came out appreciative. “Malfoy? Still alive?” only emitting these tiny noises, choked-off giggles, eyes closed behind a shaky hand. “Hey, you okay?”

“Wonderful,” he murmured, then swallowed. Sat up, looked around himself. Loud and a bit hollow. “Are you getting hungry? Bet you I could charm Mr. Picket for two sausage suppers.”

Harry sank against the sofa, this strange feeling in his belly. Content and fuzzy. Saturated or full of static or something.

“Yeah, I could do with some food. I can pay, though. Let me pay.”

“No need. Just sit back and watch a true master at work.” With a wink, Malfoy got up, and this sudden panic in Harry’s chest alarmed him silent. He realised he didn’t want to see Malfoy leave.

What a weird fucking thought to have.

It got weirder, but mostly in nice ways. Harry was spending more time in Malfoy’s crap flat than his own, was drawing little flowers on the edge of his papers again, was laughing a lot. Teddy saw it, the two days a week they spent together. Looked up at him with that big-big smile as if in imitation. He didn’t talk much, but Harry got it, and then they got ice cream.

Work was still work, but now he had Malfoy sending him the weirdest texts throughout the day, and it made everything seem a little less bland. Even if the office was so quiet, sometimes it felt like he’s working for his laptop alone. Even if Harry fantasised about doing something else, something nice, something more… free. When it got a little much, or when his friends all seemed too settled, when he felt like a failure for not—not liking it all enough—he went to Malfoy’s.

It was nice there. Malfoy was hectic, and deranged, and anything but settled. His café job he traded for tending bar in this dingy place, and that for construction work for a week and a half, that for stocking shelves in a Tesco express, that for a lobster hatchery down at the docks. For a while he even worked in an office, somehow by accident. Paper supplies. Harry joked that if Malfoy lasted a month, he’d buy him a new damn chest of drawers: Malfoy lasted the full month, and an extra day, just to be an arse. But he didn’t want a new chest of drawers. Made Harry get them curries instead. Then quit and went to work at a mechanic’s, for a delivery service, in a nightclub, at the corner shop.

And that thing inside him, that hungry, loud thing, the restless one. Harry saw it more and more, like Malfoy forgot to be careful around him. Or like he didn’t have the energy to hide. Harry saw it linger in his eyes when he looked away, looked lost; saw it in the tilt of his shoulders when he stood with his arms around himself. And Harry thought, horribly, that it might be nice to have a friend who wasn’t perfect, someone a bit more like him. Hated himself for thinking that. Didn’t stop coming over, and didn’t tell Malfoy a thing.

One time he came by after work to find Malfoy on the floor. In the middle of the room, curled into a ball, and he didn’t even look up when Harry entered. The door was unlocked.

“Malfoy?” worry squeezed his throat nearly shut. “Are you—what’s wrong?”

Something clearly was. Malfoy was moving all the time, was constantly buzzing and talking and sizzling, but now it was like a switch had been turned off, like he was gone.

“Malfoy?” Harry came to crouch near his knees. Malfoy’s head was hiding somewhere between them. “What’s—” then stopped, because his face came up, eyes puffy and red.

“Hi.” Scratchy, like he’d been howling.

“Hey,” Harry whispered. Found his hand sending forward, gently stroking a knee. The rips in the jeans felt rough under his fingers, felt real.

“There should be—” Malfoy stopped to wipe his nose on a sleeve. “There’s some fish, if you’re hungry. I think. Might be yesterday’s.”

Something squirmed in Harry’s belly. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm? Of course. We should go. Find, ah, should get you something to eat. Something better than day-old fish.”

“What is it?”

Malfoy blinked long eyelashes, like he didn’t understand the question. “You must be hungry. You’re always hungry. They don’t even have,” sniffle, “don’t even do lunch in your office, and—”

“Malfoy.” Harry took one shaky hand in his. “Tell me what happened.”

He sucked in a breath. “Nothing happened, Harry. Nothing ever happens. Every single morning I wake up, and I’m still me.”

It throbbed under his skin. “You,” Harry repeated, understanding it far too close for comfort. “Maybe—let’s get off the floor. I’ll put on the kettle. Come on.”

This resolutely miserable line between his eyebrows, but Malfoy obeyed, got up with Harry’s hands’ gentle prompt. Followed him to the sofa, sat down when Harry gestured. Empty, he seemed empty, and still loud although he was quiet. Harry opened his mouth and closed it and opened it again and had nothing to say. Outside, sunset cleared way for night, humming orange from the streetlights.

“You shouldn’t have to,” Malfoy said to the floor, inexplicable and too soft. “Shouldn’t have to be here. Not with—not for me. It’s not right.”

“Shut up,” was all Harry’s heart let him say.

“I’m serious,” as if Harry didn’t already know, from his tone, from that look on his face. “I’m not your problem. I shouldn’t be. I don’t want to be.”

“You’re not,” and he meant it too. “You’re not a problem.”

A sharp inhale. Malfoy closed his eyes, hung his head low. Chest heaving, like he wanted to say something, like he was crying, but nothing came out. He was loudest at that moment, when he was silent, when Harry was close enough to feel the trembling in his hand. Then, suddenly, it stopped. Like he made an effort to sweep it all neatly under the rug.

“God, I’m being ridiculous. We should go get you something to eat. Something healthy, not fried, for a change. We should, we should go.”

Harry wanted to protest, but he couldn’t think fast enough. Malfoy was already on his feet, looking anywhere but at him.

“There’s this wonderful place uptown. Fancier than, ah, but I used to wash dishes there for a bit, think I can convince—I mean, think they’d give us a decent price. If I blink pretty enough.”

There was no doubt Malfoy could convince anyone, if it half-worked on Harry. Still he came close, put his hand on Malfoy’s cheek, just to make him look. Emboldened by the warmth, by the slight gasp, Harry charged on.

“We don’t need to go anywhere. We can sit here and—talk, something, I dunno. You’re… Malfoy, you’re hurting. We can talk.”

He didn’t answer right away. Swallowed like it was an effort, blinked at Harry’s face, very fucking prettily. “I just get a little lonely sometimes,” he said, softer than Harry expected. “Get a little. Ah. Stuck in my head.” Like a gut punch, but worse, because it was Malfoy, and he was so sad. And Harry liked him, he did, liked his laughter, and how deranged he was, how utterly different and still the same and how, how, how he made life less bland, how he made it brighter.

“You don’t have to be lonely. Maybe you could get a flatmate, or, something, anything. You don’t have to be lonely.”

Malfoy titled his head, leaning into Harry’s palm. Brought a finger to tap his temple, once, twice, like he was saying something Harry didn’t quite catch. Looked at him, just looked. Sad and so pretty.

“I get lonely too,” Harry confessed, a huge rush of it. “I get so lonely it feels like I’m choking, like it’s terminal.”

Malfoy’s hand twitched in the air. “You shouldn’t. You’re wonderful, Harry. You should never feel lonely.”

A beat of silence. A spark of something. Then, “Come live with me,” before he could think better of it. “You should come live with me. You could quit the weekend shifts. Or, hell, continue if you wanted. Come live with me.”

Malfoy laughed, low, like it was a joke. The edges of his eyelashes glistened. “Let’s go. If we hit tea-time rush hour, even my charm won’t…” shrugged, apologetic, and set off.

But the idea stuck in Harry’s mind. Mad and impulsive and possibly wonderful.

(Hey, if you’re still here. I might, might be looking for an alpha/beta reader for this one. If this is your jam, how about a DM?)

#drarry fic #drarry wip #oh god they will be roommates #and there will be angst!#muggle AU #tw: depression #tw: self esteem issues #it's really quite lighthearted? apart from the - that?#oh and PINING THROUGH THE ROOF I can promise you that

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themetropolisborough · 1 year

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i’m thinking headcanons about how The Metropolis chugs along because it’s basically this corporate conglomerate where everything’s super congested and there are too many things to go see/do than work allows so the memes have GOT to be hits:

• surveillance state agent jokes (“...” “Stop staring at me, Risingsmoke.” “How do you know I’m not an agent sent from The Administration sent to observe you?” “Because, if you were, I think they should give you the pink slip because you totally fell asleep on our last three shifts.” “Or I wanted you to think I was asleep. Didn’t think about that, huh?” “I wish Cheesecake still worked here.”)

• catfolk doing the hand gesture for I’m Keeping My Eye On You as a greeting for the start of a shared shift/goodbye at the end of a shared shift instead of a handshake because it’s faster OR for when you see your coworker outside of work and it’s too late now to pretend you didn’t because you’ve made eye contact

• work is the answer to any question you don’t know (“Hi, Echo! Sorry to bother ya, I know you’re wrapping up that quarterly report. But do you know where Python is?” Lavendar looks nonchalantly towarda the horizon of skyscrapers outside their office window, pausing to seemingly take in the view before shrugging. “Work, probably.”)

• messenger birds who also deliver emails. so, an entire flock at someone’s office? That’s Not Good

• jokingly debating what their currency will be called once they’re on the same level as Sol and Luna (“Starstone?” “Polisstone, investing on the groundfloor.” “For the last time, Garnish, no cat would vote for the second-half of the word Metropolis.” “Solstone, Sunstone. Lunastone, Moonstone. Metrostone, Citystone?” “Listen to you Chatty Catties, bickering over what should be an obvious answer!” “Oh yeah? And what are you vouching for, Rabbitfoot?” “Skystone. After our, you know, skyscrapers. A prominent architectural marvel we’re known for in all of Mewmoia.” “Huh.” “Sunstone, Moonstone, Skystone. Yeah, it works.” “I don’t know. Doesn’t hold a fruit basket to Polisstone.” “Garnish!”)

• catfolk sending pictures of near-workplace hazards in their group chats trying to one-up each other followed by all the cats searching for whatever The Metro equivalent of OSHA is for which violation code it is

• ridiculous, no-one-would-say-this/please-tell-me-no-one-would-say-this responses from workplace ettiquette and Borough-sensitivity training videos being quoted without missing a beat between coworkers (“hey. hey, Aphelion.” “hm?” “‘I am from Zenith and I am requesting time-off for the annual Festival of th—’” “‘A. I shout: No, I will not take your shift. Should’ve foretold that before you came to me, Cliff Climber!’” “Oh, Eye in the Sky, that one still cracks me up. Do you actually think they think we Zenith-born cats would talk like this?” “The real question is do you think they think we’d find an activity only a handful of us participate in used as an adjective as offensive.” “Beats me.” “They really got to update this thing.” “Yeah, I’ll bet Sunstones that it’s been around since the inception of Sunstones.”)

• something something “Overheard” accounts where the anonymity of a conversation is rendered moot because some cat just aired out how you’d tell off customers who are still perusing the Luna silk garment section past the last closing call

• the latest PSAs from The Administration are immediately edited as the bass drop at parties

• the saying “an eye for an eye” exists but it’s used to remark on a new business deal or exhcnage being struck successfully (“So, what do you say, Felidae? Do we have ourselves a deal?” “An eye for an eye, Opal Gleam.” “Wonderful! This merge will make us both very, very satisfied.” “You won’t regret this.” “I know I won’t.”)

• and this:

#FKGKKDKGKDKKF I’M SORRY #imagining the metropolis #the metropolis borough vibe #paw borough #the metropolis borough #the metropolis borough ftw #nic jests #nic writes

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enchantedreaper · 3 months

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This was previously posted somewhere else but then I already felt like a total ass and just deleted it, knowing it was gonna be flooded by everything else. And I won’t lie, I’m still salty about it but then I realized it was best to just discuss it all on here instead.

Now, I’ve invested so much time into Cyberpunk, it isn’t even funny. Like this game came out three years ago and I’ve just gotten into it. What’s even crazier to me is that the game itself did not catch my eye when it was first released at the time, but that’s another story to share for another day.

And I have meaning to do some lore centered around my V/OC Minerva, why she acts the way she does in the world of Cyberpunk. And boy, it’s a roller coaster.

But for now, this is all about Minerva having trouble making friends with other female characters. And we might as well cue in some sad Barbie music because this is pretty damn sad, I can promise you that. And if something is left out, which I know is going to happen, I’ll talk more about it in another post.

For the most part, Minerva does a lot of dumb crazy stuff to make people like her and feel good around her. But she still takes her work seriously as a merc. She disguises her feelings and pain through laughter by telling dumb tacky jokes. Okay she makes a total clown of herself, which doesn’t bother her in the slightest. She even snorts like a pig whenever she laughs because it’s a habit of hers. It also helps to know that she’s often called a piglet because her father was an NCPD officer.

Yet there is more to Minerva than just snorting like a little pig. This girl knows a thing or two about betrayal, regret, anguish, guilt.

After she lost her father, thirteen year old Minerva formed this female mercenary-only guild known as the Blood Claws. These girls painted their stiletto nails a nude pink color with ombré red tips resembling blood, hence the name Blood Claws. Basically, I wanted Minerva’s girl gang to channel this energy that says they’re not weaklings, that they can still look cute and kick ass at the same time. The majority of these girls were raised on the streets of Night City, so it makes sense that they adopted this attitude. And as much as it pained Minerva, being that she’s attracted to the opposite sex, she deliberately excluded male mercenaries from ever joining the Bloodclaws. Alright so it goes like this. These are young girls that can still talk about their love interests, as long as they don’t ever bring it to Minerva’s front door.

So Minerva had a rather large female merc following as though she was a celebrity (although this is the last thing she’d want to be compared to) that would do anything for her. These girls were loyal to her. It made her feel seen and heard. Most of all, she felt loved and safe. She never felt alone. She felt comfortable around the female mercs. She can share secrets and desires to these girls and they won’t judge her for it. They were like the sisters she never had. These girls admired Minerva for her ability to overcome such a tragic circumstance in her young life, while still maintaining a beautiful positive outlook.

There was even a female merc named Medusa who looked just like Minerva. You might even say that these girls were best friends, and sisters in looks only, which they often joked about. For crying out loud, even their names have three syllables, begin with an M, and end with an A. So these girls has a lot in common than anyone thought.

However, it wasn’t long until Medusa started stealing the spotlight from Minerva, and you can clearly see how angry and jealous she was. Minerva just can’t hide her feelings. What was it about Medusa that made others like her? Was it because she was prettier and had shiny hair? Did she have a higher body count than Minerva? Did the other girls already grew bored of her?Oh there were so many questions floating around in Minerva’s mind. At this point, Minerva felt threatened and something had to be done about it. Medusa even went as far as to bring dudes over to Minerva’s house without her even knowing. And the minute Minerva found out about this, she just blew her top. Medusa stabbed her in the back and Minerva is gonna make her regret ever doing that.

In the original mythology, Minerva punished Medusa by cursing her with snakes in place of her hair and the Gorgon is slain by Perseus. However in this story, Minerva outright murdered Medusa for deliberately bringing dudes into her house, for violating her trust, for not respecting her wishes. But then Minerva faces an emotional dilemma. She comes to regret killing Medusa, her only friend. She let her rage overwhelm her mentality and it just hurts, knowing she can’t bring Medusa back. She lives with that guilt even to this day. For this reason, Minerva doesn’t have that many female friends for fear that there would be future catty conflicts and may result in disastrous outcomes.

So there you have it. Thanks for sticking around for part one of Minerva’s character discussion, and I hope you’ve enjoyed this as much as I have.

#Spotify #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk 2077

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dishtothedeath · 8 months

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Class Action Settlement

There was a lot presented to them that they needed to address and to say. The room was vibrating with energy but as a message comes through from her tablet, she knows there’s not that much time left and they deserved the truth or as much as they could give.

So though she asked, Araceli knows better than to expect Tsuki to immediately comply so she can take the lead. Let’s start with an easy one.

“The staging of this finale is Severin’s handiwork… I’m not entirely sure how everything works but I do know that there were no plans to execute us. I… can’t tell you why it might be that he just ran out of time.”

She shouldn’t regret that that was the case. If anything she should be thrilled to live but it’s weighing on her. They wanted their justice, whatever form it took, but would have to wait.

“In any case, while what you’ve experienced here is real… the world at large does not think that is true. It was framed as a show and HDQ Entertainment bought out the broadcasters, networks, and internet providers along the way… There are people who have tried to voice concern but they are far and few between. Though I suspect that the proper authorities have already been alerted so… It’ll be easier for you to share your experiences if you so wish to.”

She had considered if her manager or dad were part of those people who cared enough to speak. It feels just as sick saying it as she remembers hearing it for the first time. Worse, actually. Back when she had convinced Basile to follow her lead even at the detriment of Tsuki.

Araceli stops her talking and keeps her eyes on him, nodding to signal that he should start.

“Everything is a broad ask you know… besides I already said it early on… there was no good reason. The person in the pod, my brother, was just a bonus once I realized I could potentially use him for all of this too.

The short of it is I was at a company party and happened to have a chance to speak with the boss about my future career… one bad faith joke after another lead to me saying that with how desensitized people are to the media these days we could likely get away with actually killing people on a show. I get along with some of his tech support staff who were sharing details of a new VR project going on since the environments fucked, so I added that we could use the people we kill to further the project. Honestly I thought it was corporate banter at first, but he liked the idea… This is where I’d love to say I’m a better person and I called him a freak, but once I saw he was genuinely invested… I mean honestly I was curious about it all.

So why? It was a sick joke between two corporate bigwigs that became real because neither saw an issue with it. We toyed with you like all reality celebrities are toyed with. And to be honest for most of you… you’re getting bodies back and will have full control, so there’s really only emotional damage.”

It was quick, clinical, and painless, at least on the Producer’s end. A clear lack of guilt in his words, in his tone, in his expression, save for a small glance towards Araceli before he closes his eyes and continues.

“I put Haruki into a coma when I tried to get him out of the picture… oh over a decade ago? Since then my mother made me replace his existence, as she could live without her second son existing, but her dear precious first born needed to live. Add some resentment, some wanting him dead, and now I have a chance to put him, or a version of him back so she’ll finally leave me alone. Like I said… he was just a bonus. If anything, the fact that research can at least potentially help other coma victims… is an even further bonus?

Despite the lack of chip in his brain initially, the combination of it, and some time has lead to his AI self being a one to one with how he was, and I never added any blanks in for him… it was just the system itself. The new issue is figuring out how to get my idiotic brother’s consciousness back to his physical body, but clearly I don’t have time for that anymore, so I’ll probably just shove him in a robot too, he’d probably prefer starting at 18 again instead of his atrophied body.”

As long as his brother was back so his mom could leave him alone, it was clear at this point that was all he cared about. Shallow, just like everything he claims.

“So, most people think this show was actually a performance by all of us, once you’re all in new bodies it will be like this never happened, and you can have as many chances at further life as you want until you’re done. Even us who never died, that chip can still be used down the road if wanted. Optional of course.”

Tapping the side of his head, the Producer continues.

“Orrrr you can stay in the servers. Love the whole virus idea, but you’d be just that. A global virus and I really don’t care to have several governments after me just because you want to hack Tesla’s. Soooo… those are the choices. Oh and to keep things from being all how do we know you didn’t add mass self destruction, I’ll work on Sunny first with him overseeing me. Then once Sunny’s back we’ll work on everyone else…

Until I get bored, then it’ll just be Sunny. He’s a fast learner he’ll probably figure things out, and if he really needs advice he can contact me. If anyone who is currently alive and wants a backup body since you also want a second life, you’ll have to let me know now. Otherwiseeee I can’t really do much, oopsie.

Feel free to pitch other ideas that don’t involve me dying though. Maybe I’ll consider them. Any cool special features you want your bodies to have like built-in roller blades.”

Thumbs up.

Araceli… doesn’t know how to possibly follow all of that up. There were bits and pieces she didn’t know and information being put into a different light. Whatever picture she had of Tsuki warped into a different form. She didn’t have enough fight left in her to scream or even get angry. It just hurt.

“Right. You may not need it depending on what HDQ is going to have to spare, but Sweethearts can and will provide you with money, legal services, or.. connections but I doubt many of you would want to be involved in the entertainment industry.” She hadn’t gotten approval from this but Araceli knew the names and faces of all those who attended the meetings. This was only part of what she was owed. “Public Relations will also be handled on our side. Even if you want to disappear from the public eye, that can be arranged.”

She looks down at her tablet, carefully sending a message and looking to make sure that none of the dead glitched out more than they already have been. She receives a message in turn. There’s relief on her face.

“The rescue will be here soon, with medical staff for those who need it… Wherever you want to go, they’ll take you. You should pack your belongings, if you still want them. They’ll take you when you’re ready to leave.”

The Producer takes a moment as his tablet beeps at him and nods to confirm Araceli’s words.

“Meanwhile I have work to do. Please give your last requests of what you want so I know where to focus my efforts. If you don’t make one, I’ll choose for you. Perhaps I’ll see you all again, though, probably not since none of you really want that, if you really want to… I don’t know. Add that onto the requests because I’m assuming no otherwise?? You guys really are all so mean, making Sunny have to do extra work.”

#mm #trial

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patheticprogrammingperson · 9 months

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Welcome, to, not a Tintin review, but since I’ve done half of the Tintin books, I wanted to do a retrospective, of sorts, cover my process for writing these, and talk about what’s next after Tintin

Also, this is going to be way more informal, so expect sloppy punctuation, and grammar

A retrospective, of sorts

I came up with the idea of reviewing all of Tintin somehow, I don’t remember exactly, I was having trouble coming up with a post each week, and 24 posts with no trouble working out what to post, that sounded fun

So, I grabbed my copy of TITLOTS (an acronym which here means “Tintin in the land of the Soviets”, and got writing

Do I regret starting this series?

Maybe, it takes up a large chunk of time writing, but I do enjoy it, and it’s better than scrounging for ideas every week

My process for writing these

So, I’ve had two different systems for these, originally, it was going directly through the book, in linear order, and making jokes and observations as I went

With that system, I did 15 pages worth of Tintin a day, or roughly 1/4 of a Tintin book

Then, as the books started to have character depth, complexity, and even plot, I moved to a system of headings, which I would do 2 of a day, with the wildcard of plotline, which, to quote my blank format, “counts as 3 because is chonky”

I somewhat prefer this one, but I might drop the fixed list of headings all-together, and made a set of headings for each topics I want to cover in a set book (with a few fixed ones like plot of course)

The writing itself, I do around 2 am, in bed, on a iPad, after writing my >500 words journal entry for the day, also on that iPad, which I then email to myself, and stick it together in Obsidan, both the journal, and the review, and then properly edit in CLion, a professional-grade C/C++ IDE (the review, not the journal)

Don’t worry, I use a Magic Keyboard, I don’t just type on the onscreen keyboard, that would be suffering

What’s next after Tintin

So, I’ve got other stuff I want to review

First and foremost, Blake & Mortimer, another Belgian ligne claire series, that’s still going as it happens, think Tintin, but mature, and sci-fi, and British, but the author’s not British, just the titular characters

Also, one of them contains a racial slur, and somehow does it in a tasteful way

Other than that, I want to give reviewing music a try, mainly as I think doing one post/song is a lot more compatible with short posts, which are more Tumblr-friendly

Let’s be honest, there’s basically no market for 2500 word reviews like I produce, which is why these get zero notes, almost every time, but like 200 word quick and funny reviews of songs, that’s a lot easier to consume, and casually like/reblog/comment/tag/whateveryoutumblrwith, without any real time investment

I’ve got a few ideas, I’m aspec, a phrase here meaning I’m on the asexual (and aromantic) spectrum(s), demi(sexual|romantic) to be precise, so I’d like to try my hand at some love songs, for the irony, because that's my grade of humour

I considered Beatles, but, due to my mother, I unironically have their entire discography on my monolith of a playlist, and really enjoy some of their songs

Then, songs I genuinely enjoy, but I don’t have much funny to say about them, can’t exactly crack jokes at a song about not-veiled-in-the-slightest murder, can I? And making jokes at comedy music doesn’t really work, as well, or maybe it would

This isn’t at all planned by the way, or edited, this is the kind of ramble in the reviews until I clean them up, and what my journal looks like

I might consider suggestions, but who’d I get to suggest them, I don’t think anyone reads these (if you do, asks are open, please give me your suggestions)

Now, do I just go song-by-song, or a whole album? Of course, it’s going to be one song per post, as that’s funnier

I considered the Simpsons at one point, until realising it’d take over a decade to do all of them at one episode/week

That would be a stupid amount of my life to spend reviewing Simpsons

And one season/week wouldn’t be a working workflow

Concluding and wrapping up things with finishing statements and the like

Right, that’s all I’ve got to say, there will be another review, after this one, in order, as I've been doing for 12 books

#patheticprogrammingperson #what even is this #this is an unplanned mess #how do I even tag this #it would seem that how to I even tag this is a reccomened tag

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peace-coast-island · 10 months

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Diary of a Junebug

Creating potions, admiring plum blossoms, and learning how to let go of past regrets

I’m back in Tigerfang to meet up with Sara, Alexi, Kiana, and Lumine to experiment with potions and enjoy the plum blossoms in bloom. I wouldn’t say I’m an expert in potions, but I guess it’s safe to say that I picked up a lot of knowledge from quite a few friends who are.

While I’m aware that Sara and Lumine know quite a bit about potions and decoctions, it’s news to me that Alexi and Kiana have an interest in that. Alexi, especially, I wouldn’t have expected her to be well acquainted with Lumine, but it turns out they became acquainted online for years now. However, it wasn’t until Alexi began traveling more did they start becoming good friends.

In fact, Alexi was at a convention in Fablerealm, which is about an hour from Tigerfang, and since she had some free time, she decided to stick around. She’s been super busy with work and personal life stuff, so she could use a break before getting back into the grind.

Turns out Emma was there too, though she couldn’t stay for long. Since she and Alexi are part of Pillars of Stone and Flame, it’s natural that the latest interview with some of the devs came up. We all play the game as it’s been popular since its launch a couple years ago and are still invested in the story. The interview isn’t in English, but people have translated what they said.

To be honest, I’m not too interested in sitting through the whole thing as others have said there’s nothing really new, but I looked into that part people were talking about, and I agree it came across as rude and unprofessional. Basically, that dev made a comment along the lines about how players who don’t care too much about the story should just drop the game at this point because they don’t deserve to be part of the community, in a snobby tone. Yeah, I get why those kinds of players are annoying, especially since this is a story driven game, but that tone just came across as stuck up, even if said as a joke. And this is coming from someone who is invested in the story.

And if that sounds bad when taken out of context, it’s worse when you see the actual clip. Like, I get the vibe that the other devs sitting next to her were kinda annoyed with her attitude throughout the video. The whole thing was so ridiculous that it kinda became a meme. I mean, what that dev said would be considered cringe - like, it’s not that deep, bro, kind of thing. Just because you are more invested in the lore than most, that doesn’t make you the superior one. That said, I hope she isn’t getting too much flack for it, but her whole “I’m better than you because I’m x,” or something, isn’t doing her any favors.

And again, she just comes across as a gatekeeping snob in general, which is what Alexi and Kiana said as they watched the whole thing. The rest of the interview, like everyone said, wasn’t anything new, so if it wasn’t for that dev, no one would’ve cared too much about it. Kiana went as far to say that she reminded her of a certain someone who recently caused trouble not too long ago.

That certain someone is part of the reason why Lumine and Sara are making potions. It’s for a fundraiser for the Magnolia Clinic, which is run by Aida Quincy, Kiana’s distant cousin and a good friend of Tony’s. The clinic isn’t in need of funds, but they thought it would be a good way to teach people who are interested the basics of potion making as well as help the clinic out. In other words, a two birds with one stone kind of thing.

Basically, the connection between potion making and the Magnolia Clinic has to do with a couple of the patients, Beryl and Anna, both who are experts in potions. Anna was actually an instructor for a time, and was said to be one of the best. Unfortunately, despite her achievements, her personal problems eventually overshadowed her reputation to the point that she was actively endangering herself and didn’t care.

Anna, like many of the patients at the clinic, are undergoing treatment for alcoholism. Aida and her husband Spence started the clinic after their niece, Maggie, a teenage alcoholic, committed suicide after getting involved in a drunk driving accident that killed her friend. That certain someone Kiana compared that dev to happens to be Maggie’s mother, Spence’s sister.

Ever since Anna and Beryl reached out to Tony, Aida, and Kiana about starting an online introduction to potions course, Britt has been pretty much harassing all of them. To put it simply, she’s one of those people who thinks that if you make a mistake, no matter how big or small, you’re irredeemable.

Like, Anna and Beryl admit that they made some poor choices, but that doesn’t make them monsters, even if it was their fault. Sure, some things can’t really be forgiven, but what’s the point in trying to learn from your mistakes and becoming a better person if all your efforts get shot down? It’s like, why don’t you do something about it? But whenever you try, they’re like, no don’t do that, you’ve already fucked up once, what makes you think the same won’t happen again?

And that’s not the only issue I have with Britt. The way I see it, she tends to suffer from a black and white mindset, which is just not the way to go, in my opinion. Basically, to her, there’s two kinds of people. Person A is an uwu they’re poor, defenseless, can do no wrong, and need to be protected from the evil big bad because they’re helpless. Also, they aren’t allowed to speak for themselves or have their own opinions if they don’t line up with mine.

Then there’s person B, the useless and lazy one who’s only good for doing things for everyone else or else they’ll just sit there and be a bum. They too aren’t allowed to have different opinions because they’re too stupid to understand anything.

And I’m just like, how to you get anything done if that’s how you see other people? Maggie was Person A, in terms of Britt ignoring her daughter’s cries for help, especially after she confided to Spence and Aida that she needed help since her mother won’t listen. Then most people - Kiana, Lumine, Tony, Spence, and Aida, probably me as well - fall into Person B.

Overall, I think a big part of it is power and agency. Some people like having power over others, so they can easily swoop right in and take control of the situation. And when they inevitably lose control, they place the blame on whatever’s convenient so they don’t have to take responsibility.

Aida, Spence, and Tony, I think, tried their best to help Maggie. Obviously, the situation was complicated - Maggie, it seems, didn’t have a happy home life, which was why she resorted to drinking at a young age. I don’t blame Aida and Spence for feeling guilty, though at the same time, it was mostly out of their hands.

Maggie was in denial that she had a problem at first, but that was probably more her parents than anything. Her aunt and uncle were unaware that she had a drinking problem until Britt called Spence and Tony up in order to clear her of any criminal charges she might end up having in the accident that killed her friend. An investigation proved that Maggie wasn’t driving, so she was cleared, but that didn’t do too much for her.

As for Britt and her husband, they denied that their daughter needed help, and even went as far to prevent Maggie from contacting her aunt and uncle. And then she killed herself, probably out of hopelessness. Since then, Britt and her husband have been harassing Spence, Aida, Tony, and Kiana on and off over the years.

Kiana had suggested to Spence that he put a restraining order against Britt after a couple of incidents - nothing too serious, just safety concerns because he and Aida have a toddler - but he probably wants to leave that as a last resort. As far as I know, Britt and her husband are the only vocal opponents of the Magnolia Clinic, because, in their words, there’s no point in helping people like them because they don’t deserve it.

Well, if more people had that kind of mentality, most of us wouldn’t be here today, wouldn’t we? Lumine has said many times that she owes it to Tony and his family because she would be dead if they hadn’t taken her in, and she’s not exaggerating. She had been living on the streets as far as she could remember, and she did what she could to survive, even if it meant making poor choices - not that she had much of a say in that anyway.

Then she had the good fortune of wandering into Tigerfang while on the run after witnessing a robbery and murder. Of course, her troubles caught up with her, and she was picked up for an unrelated charge for stealing. The PI who was chasing after her told everyone that she was a good-for-nothing bum who was rotten from the start. However, Tony and Spence didn’t agree. What they saw was a troubled teenager who fell into a bad crowd because of unfair life circumstances.

Obviously, Lumine’s a success story - best possible outcome all around. But it wasn’t easy and she really had to work at it to clean up her act. She’s no saint, and she definitely has more bad days than she’d like to admit, but she refuses to give up, to give into the despair. Not everyone has the opportunity to change their ways like she did, so it’s not something she takes for granted. Just because she’s been clean and sober for years doesn’t mean that her past traumas are gone for good. They still affect her, and it’ll be a lifelong battle that she’ll have to learn to live with.

I think Lumine and Estella are very similar in a lot of ways, especially with how they tend to be vilified by some people because of their pasts. Some people are quick to write them off as damaged good, which I think is unfair and just mean. Like, it’s not their fault that they had shitty upbringings. And obviously, they clearly learned from their mistakes and take full responsibility, which is another big hurdle that’s not easy to deal with.

I mean, they don’t have to forgive them, but at least let them live their lives. Again, what’s the point of not letting someone do anything at all just because they fucked up. Isn’t it enough that they realized where they went wrong and are trying to change that? What do you expect them to do? Just curl up and die? I mean, maybe, but still…

Kiana’s another success story too as she managed to get away from her past - well, not completely, but she’s free for the most part. Basically, she grew up in a children’s home and was taken in by a shady organization that trained her in many things, mainly assassinations. The organization’s still there, but last she heard, it’s become weak and scattered, so the chances of anyone linking her with it are pretty slim, especially since it’s been over 10 years since she left.

Basically, she was taught to see herself as disposable and that what she was doing was for the greater good. As someone with a strong sense of justice, she truly believed that she was making the world a better place. Whether she did more harm than good or vice versa is still up for debate, and we’ll probably never really know the answer. Still, even though she’s long moved on, she says questions like this often keep her up at night.

In short, what happened, she said, was that she met someone who was kinda part of the organization - on probation, was the best she could describe it - and she opened her eyes to the world around her. That friend was highly skilled with weapons, but she refused to kill, which made the higher ups angry. Kiana said she wasn’t like the other girls she grew up with, mainly because she had a life outside of being a child soldier.

When Kiana got in trouble for disobeying orders, she was sent to that girl as a punishment, except it wound up having the opposite effect. Why they consider that punishment, she’s long given up trying to figure out their line of thinking. After her friend died, she realized that she couldn’t keep living like this, so she cut her ties and never looked back.

Starting over from scratch is never easy, probably even more so if you’re like Kiana. She was lucky to have help from people who have successfully left the organization. Because there isn’t much to her past, and she was a minor with hardly a paper trail - mainly because they made it intentional in terms of being easily disposable if she gets killed - it was kinda easy for her to forge a new identity without dealing with too many legal hassles. And it was even luckier that she found out that she had living family, a distant relative who also wanted to know more about her family.

In fact, her name, Kiana, is actually a nickname her friend started calling her. Her full name’s Takina, and her friend shortened it to Kina. However, other people mistook it for Kiana instead, so that ended up sticking. Unfortunately, even now, there’s still some confusion when trying to track her down as there’s still those who know her as Takina while pretty much everyone here only know her as Kiana. It’s kinda similar with Kaiji’s last name as he’s still referred to as Mikoshi instead of his married and legal name, Yashiro, so there’s some confusion there too. And yes, she had a recent encounter with someone trying to contact her and having trouble.

That said, I have a lot of respect for people like Lumine and Kiana. Again, they’ve had it rough and they have a lot of regrets, but they’ve learned to live with it. They had to learn the hard way and hit beyond rock bottom before realizing that they couldn’t just keep on living like that. So they pulled themselves up - clawed is probably much more accurate. It’s not easy, and it’s a constant uphill battle - but I think they’re doing a pretty good job.

As for Anna and Beryl, they’re nice people who had a lot of unlucky breaks. You can say that a lot of people at Magnolia suffer the same fate. But the fact that they’re here at the clinic means that they’re trying to turn things around. Like Anna said, she’s sick and tired of being sick and tired.

People make mistakes - some more than others - and we make bad choices - again, some worse than others - it’s just a fact of life. You can’t stop misfortune, pain, or suffering, nor should you let it get to your head. And whether you did everything right or wrong, it shouldn’t be a debate on whether or not you deserve a chance to turn things around.

I can’t save everybody, but if I see someone struggling in the water, how can I ignore their cries for help? Even if they are a shitty, terrible person, if they are trying to change their ways, who am I to ignore their efforts and try to cut them down? So maybe forgiveness isn’t an option, but you also aren’t obligated to stick around either. As long as they’re not causing more harm, then just let them be.

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inspirational ~ corpse husband

word count: 1589

request?: yes!

“Hi! I was wondering if you could do a corpse husband imagine where the reader has a feeding tube? If you can’t that’s perfectly fine, I just haven’t been able to find one yet.”

description: in which the group plays with a popular streamer that has a feeding tube and corpse tells her how much she inspires him

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of chronic pain and cancer, also i only know a little bit about feedings tubes, i tried to do research in order to make myself more familiar but if there’s a lot of inaccuracies or anything i am very sorry i’m gonna try my best

masterlist (one, two)

Corpse listened to his friends shouting at one another to accuse each other of being sus. As usual, there was no use in trying to get a word in. Corpse spoke so softly that no one would even hear him unless they wanted to hear what he was saying.

“(Y/N)!” Toast suddenly exclaimed. “You’re being very quiet right now.”

“Because my damn tube is mixed up in my headphone wires!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sounding like she was far away from her mic. The group chuckled and continued with their conversation about who they thought the imposter was.

(Y/N) was a known Twitch streamer and YouTuber that rose to popularity when she started a series on her YouTube channel to show her journey through cancer treatments. Long before his own sudden boom in popularity, Corpse had watched all of her videos and became invested in her Twitch streams as well. Being someone who also struggled with chronic illness and pain, Corpse felt a sense of hope watching (Y/N) go through her treatment and still seem to optimistic in life and so productive in her YouTube and Twitch channels.

When Toast messaged the Amigops group to ask if anyone wanted to join his Among Us lobby with (Y/N), Corpse jumped at the chance. He hadn’t had much time to speak with her alone, but he was hoping to be able to tell her how much watching her content lifted him up during his worst times.

The meeting ended with no one being voted and brought them back to the office of the Polus map. Since they were playing with proximity chat, the argument from the meeting immediately continued with Rae and Toast warning everyone to stay away from Sean, who they were susing at the second imposter after already voting out Charlie.

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink astronaut run out of the office, silent amongst the chaos. He waited a moment before deciding to follow her, hoping he could meet her somewhere alone so he could talk to her.

He ran into O2 and noticed a pink bean in the boiler room stood by the water wheels. He ran in and stood in the doorway a moment before speaking.

“Hello (Y/N).”

“Ah fuck!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Corpse! Don’t scare me like that!”

Corpse chuckled. “Sorry, I’ll warn you next time.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m okay with that. I feel like being killed by Corpse Husband in Among Us is like a rite of passage at this point.”

Corpse slowly approached (Y/N) to which she quickly ran away from him to the other water wheel. He laughed again before assuring her, “I’m not an imposter, you can trust me.”

“I don’t think I can, but I will choose to trust,” she told him.

“I actually came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

There were so many things running through Corpse’s mind. He just wanted to blurt out everything he had thought about (Y/N) and her story, to thank her for giving him hope, to tell her what an inspiration she was. But his words caught in his throat and he struggled to get anything out.

Finally, he said, “What’s it like trying to be a streamer with your...with the um...”

“The feeding tube?” (Y/N) finished for him. “You can say it, Corpse. It’s not exactly a secret.”

He sighed, glad that she had a joking tone about it. “Yeah, with the feeding tube.”

“It’s annoying,” (Y/N) admitted. “Like...I’m assuming you’ve seen my streams or my videos but for the sake of anyone watching your stream who hasn’t: I have a nasogastric feeding tube, or an NG-tube, which is a feeding tube that goes in through the nose. As cliché as it is, just picture Hazel Grace from the Fault in our Stars. Additional cliché, I have it because I had cancer and the treatments left me so malnourished that I need a feeding tube even after I’ve gone into remission. So, because it’s tubes that are connected in my nose, I keep getting my headphone wires tangled in my tube or, very rarely, my mic wires, and it’s fucking annoying. It hurts like a bitch when I go to stand up and I yank the wires by accident or something.”

“Does...does anything else hurt? Because of the cancer or the treatment or anything?”

“Not as much as it used to. I went into remission like nearly a year ago, so I’m doing better. It’s a process, but it’s had an amazing outcome in the end so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“I find you really inspirational,” Corpse finally blurted.

He felt his face heat up with slight embarrassment as (Y/N) giggled. “You do?”

“Yeah. I followed your series about your recovery and I’ve watched some of your livestreams every now and then. What always stood out to me was when you talked about the negative side effects of your treatment, and eventually having to put the feeding tube in and how you’ve found that effects you, too. Being someone with chronic illness and constant pain, I’ve also had those days where it feels like even getting out of bed is too much work and I don’t feel like I can stream or make a video, but then my anxiety tells me that everyone is going to forget about me if I don’t make some type of content, so it’s just an internal struggle when really I should be resting.”

“Being a content creator and having an illness is tough,” (Y/N) agreed. “It feels like you can’t take a day off. I sometimes regret making that series because on days that I felt absolutely awful, I didn’t want to film or edit anything, but I felt like I had to because so many people were watching. Ironically enough, that became the topic of one of those videos; I just sat in front of my camera looking the worst I think I’ve ever looked on camera and talked about how exhausted I felt just from being alive, but felt like I couldn’t rest because of my channel. That’s when I started taking longer breaks between videos and streaming. Your fans won’t leave you, not the true fans anyways. They’ll always be by your side even if you decide to disappear from the Internet forever.”

Corpse half smiled to himself. “I’ve thought about doing that sometimes.”

“It’ll be easy for you to do that where you’re faceless. No one would bother you even after you left the Internet cause they’d have no idea it was you unless you spoke.”

A brief pause in their conversation caused them to hear Sean yelling as he ran past the room. (Y/N) giggled and walked out of the room. Corpse followed, hoping to continue the conversation somewhere else.

“It means a lot to me that you think that about me, though,” (Y/N) continued as she ran into the storage room. “I find you pretty inspirational too.”

This took Corpse by surprise. He didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he heard that all the time from his fans, and it always meant the world to him to know that people found him to be an inspiration, but it felt different to hear that from someone he had looked up to for so long.

“I wish I could’ve been a faceless creator like you,” she said when Corpse didn’t respond. “One of my biggest regrets is probably showing my face online. Although, it wouldn’t make sense for me not to show my face when I’m making a series about cancer treatment, but people can be mean. Even when someone is struggling with illness or a disease, the Internet doesn’t care. Whatever makes them feel better over someone else feeling like shit.”

“I still get a lot of hateful messages even though I’m faceless, though.”

“You do, but you’re so unbothered by it. Publicly anyways. When I get messages about how sickly I look I get so overwhelmed with sadness and I just wanna delete my channel forever. I can’t even fake not caring because it really does effect me.”

“Stick with me, I’ll teach you my ways. My favorite is trolling the troll.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I’d like that a lot.”

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink bean approach his black one. “I’m glad we had this chat, Corpse. It made me really happy, but now it also makes doing this a lot harder.”

Corpse gasped as a kill animation popped up on the screen and (Y/N)’s astronaut quickly disappeared into the nearby vent. He was stunned into silence for a long time, just watching his ghost floating above his dead body. To make matters worse, (Y/N) had closed the door to storage so no one would find his body unless they had to go in there.

Charlie’s ghost floated through the walls and came to float next to Corpse’s. “Figured out Jack wasn’t the other imposter, huh?”

“Yeah,” Corpse said, laughing. “She really had me fooled. Buttered me up with compliments then killed me.”

“I taught her well,” Charlie comments before floating away again.

Corpse couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. He wasn’t mad, more impressed than anything. And he was a little happy; he got to talk to someone that had always been an inspiration to him and he made a new friend.

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bookishdream · 3 years

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Could you do a Kaz x reader where the reader have to "cheat on him" (not in relationship but like she goes to another gang) because someone's threatening her and when he discovers she was just trying to protect him and the gang she dies

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for a request, I've been wanting to write some angst for a really long time! I hope it is as hurtful as you wished, enjoy xx

TW: angst, blood, killing

kaz brekker x reader

Your hands were sweaty and shaking. You crossed your arms on your chest in order to hide that. You didn’t like being threatened, especially by some amateurs. But it wasn’t a threat against you, it was against your family in Novyi Ziem. You had to use your whole will power to not kill them right there and then.

“Why do you think I’d do anything you want me to?” you asked snapping your gaze between a woman and a man in front of you. “You don’t know anything about me and my family you assume I have.”

“Oh, y/n, but we know everything. For instance, your little brother is playing as we talking on your vast field, your parents are watching him with so much love in their eyes,” woman with blonde hair spoke first, describing the scene so vividly that you almost showed an emotion on your face. “maybe they have already forgotten about you? Maybe your mother is pregnant so they could fill a blank you left in their home.”

“Shut up, you think you’re so smart, aren’t you?” you snapped, face blank and mind filling with memories from times when you were as young as your brother was then, playing on the exact same field. “I will never betray Kaz, and you should know that.”

“Oh sweetie,” the guy beside walked closer to you, you made a step, in order to make some distance between you and them. “we’re not asking you to betray him, we’re asking you to leave this silly gang and join us, Pekka Rollins would be really happy if you did.”

“You two are much denser than I thought, if you think I want to make him happy.”

“You don’t have a choice.” Blonde said, making you shiver. “We have someone who would be pleased to kill this little family of yours. I don’t think you want them dead, even though they think you are, in fact, dead.”

You started to think about that. Crows were your friends and you love them. Inej and Nina always found various ways to make you cheerful when your day wasn’t the best, Jesper taught you how to use a pistol and flirted with you like his life depended on it. Wylan was like a sun in rainy days, even if you loved them, you also loved this boy and his stupid jokes. Matthias was funny to tease, he always was saying how awful you and the girls were, but you could also see this little twitch of his lip corner when he tried to suppress his laugh. And there was Kaz, your beginning wasn’t the pleasant one, you nearly killed him when you saw him for the first time, and in revenge he left you in the Barrel for the whole night, all alone. But after that, you started falling for him, and you fell hard. You couldn’t exactly point out when that happened, but you were sure you’d anything to save him from himself. He had tough personality, he cared only for money and how he could invest it to get the whole city only for himself. But he let you do that with him, barley sleeping and when you did it was in the same bed. Arm-length gap but you always were less exhausted than when you were sleeping in your own bed. You loved him and the rest of the Crows, but you loved your family more. And you knew what you had to do.

“Bitch.” You murmured. “Fine, whatever. Just stay the hell out of my family. And the gang.”

“We knew you’d make a right decision. Pekka will send money to Per Haskell in order to buy your contract. You won’t regret that.”

“I already do.”

After that day, you were about to start living with your new gang, family, like Pekka had said to you the previous day, he’d also told you to not worry about your parents and brother, that they were safe as long as you were working with him, willingly.

You wouldn’t call this willingly, but you guessed it was enough to prevent your family from any harm coming from Pekka and his stupid gang. You hated being here, you missed the Crow Club, late night talks with Inej and Nina, and helping Kaz with buying new ships. You wanted nothing more than to escape, but you couldn’t. Kaz and Crows could fight and kill, whereas your family was vulnerable, they couldn’t even hurt a fly. You spent the whole evening in your empty room. Window with grids making you shiver, you felt like a prisoner you were.

“We have a job for you.” The blonde girl who captured you came in, like it was her cell, not yours. “Behave and perhaps we’ll get rid of those grids.”

You wanted to punch her, you didn’t even know her name, it wasn’t even relevant, your hand was itching. You took a long, calming breath and looked at her, frowning. “I thought it was another week until you’d trust me enough to even open my window.”

“You’ve been here for two weeks. Plans have changed, we need you right now, so cut the attitude and come with me.”

You rolled your eyes and went after her, going up the stairs and leaving the place Pekka’s gang lived. You took another deep breath, smelling the awful scent of Ketterdam, smoke and money as Kaz used to say. Gods, you missed him.

“Where are we going?” you asked, falling into step with the girl, there were only the two of you, you assumed the rest will be somewhere where you were going. “What’s the job?”

“Can’t you just shut up? You’ll know when we’re there.”

You really wanted to punch her, still you said nothing, you wouldn’t get anything from her. It was dark on the city’s streets, buildings high enough to cover the moon, didn’t let its shine to light up the roads. You were annoyed and cold, your hair was swaying with the wind, goose bumps poking on your skin.

“Here.” Blonde said, handing you a pistol. “If you kill someone from ours, you’re dead before you take your last breath.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding your gun into the pocket of a coat you had. The metal was cold, making your hands even colder than they were before. Now when you had a real gun, not only your knife, perhaps you’d be able to escape. But where would you go? You were sure Kaz knew where you were, perhaps thinking you betrayed him, that thought only made you feel guilty in your guts, he trusted you and you chose people who you hadn’t seen for years over him. You had to escape, the cost didn’t matter.

When you came to the place, you saw a guy from Pekka’s gang and Kaz. Both of them were talking, but members of both groups had their guns or blades taken out. The Dirtyhands had his black coat, and his walking stick, as always. Jesper also was beside him, hands on his gun belt, ready to take them out and fire. You were more than sure that Inej was also there, somewhere on the roof or in the shadows, waiting and prepared to fight.

“We have men everywhere, two on roofs, one behind the bridge. All of them have guns pointed on you and your previous friends. I hope you know what that means.” The girl said, eyeing you. You only nodded, worrying too much about the Crows to even snap at her. “Good, now go and wait for a signal.”

You did as you were told, you hid somewhere behind a building, trying to recall every piece of information you gathered while snooping on guards or using the fact that they didn’t always close your doors. You had to find someone and tell them, you couldn’t waste any more time.

You poked your head out, searching for Matthias or Wylan. You doubted Nina would be here, since she was still working in the pleasure house. You were sure Wylan was there with his explosion ready to, well, explode. You cursed under your breath, when you couldn’t spot any of them, panic getting out of you with frustration. Someone from the Dime Lions would notice you’re not somewhere where they could spot you.

You crossed the narrow lane, as you noticed Matthias, you whistled hoping he would look into your direction. He turned his head and spotted you, anger on his face visible even in the dark. You cringed, knowing you’d get beaten up.

“You’ve got some nerve,” He said, his voice low. “after you started working with them, you have the audacity to come here.”

“Listen, I didn’t have a choice,” your voice so close to start begging him for forgiveness. “It was about my family.”

He looked at you wordlessly, confusion painting his face. Of course, he didn’t know you had a family, why would he. After a second, the ire came again. “You’re lying.”

“I'm not, I want to help you.”

“Oh, so now you did that to help us?”

“Matthias, I’m begging you, just let me tell you what I learnt.” You pleaded, your voice small. “Pekka wants to kill you as you’re standing, he has those new guns that can shoot you from really long distance.”

“What?” he looked alarmed, “We have to tell Kaz. Come.”

You let out a breath, it wasn’t the best look he sent you, but at least he didn’t leave you here. You told him everything you knew, he listened but his face still didn’t have pleasant expression.

You took out your gun, making your way behind the dumpster, hiding in shadows. You tried to calm your nerves, but the adrenaline had already kicked in. Matthias and you startled when you heard a shot, then another. You sent yourselves a knowing look, taking a step closer to the place where Kaz and the other guy were talking. Jesper had his guns out and Kaz was looking at the boy in front of him with disgust. You saw one of the Dregs were bleeding, you lifted your gun, targeting the closest one from the Dime Lions and fired. The bullet hit the girl in her stomach, making her stumble and fall to the ground. You hid yourself behind the wall and waited. Matthias sent you a look and you only lifted your arms, not knowing what to said.

After that, guns started firing, screams were everywhere. You saw the blonde girl that came here with you, standing with her pistol, aiming Kaz. You shot without looking, trying to hit her in an arm, you heard her scream and saw how the gun was laying on a ground. You looked up and saw that Kaz was looking at you, his face blank and unreadable. Jesper beside him, shooting people and screaming at Wylan to explode. The sound of explosion came from the roof, exactly where members of Lions were, you let out a shaky breath and made a step into the fight. Matthias fighting with his fists, slowly making his way toward Kaz, you tried to help him clear the path by shooting few people either in their heads or legs.

Your hands were tired, your head pounding but you were fighting hard, you had to make this in order to confess Kaz the whole truth. When you were close to him, he locked his eyes into yours.

“We have to talk.” You told him, lowering your tone. “Please.”

“This is not the best time to talk, y/n” the way he said your name made you shivered. It wasn’t an intimate way, it was with so much poison in only one word. “Why aren’t you fighting with your new gang?”

“Kaz, please, I’m trying to help.” You voiced, your eyes burning with sweat that slowly dripped from your forehead.

“Whatever.” He smacked an opponent with his cane, you only heard the sound of cracked bone and a loud thud when the enemy fell to the ground.

You two were fighting as you had before Pekka came into your life. Kaz understood you without any words, knew exactly where he should cover you because you couldn’t. Your movements were precise, keeping people away from Kaz’s vulnerable leg. You were fighting in a harmony, you kept your focus on people you had to kill, you shot them without any hesitation. When your bullets ended, you took out your knife and started stabbing everyone who wanted to stab you.

“I– “you paused, feeling a pain in your abdomen. You looked at Kaz, but he was looking at your lower stomach, you placed your gaze there and you saw blood. A lot of blood, then you felt pain, you stumbled, but Kaz placed his hand on your waist, slowly letting you fall on the ground. Your whole stomach was on fire, slowly burning you with its flame.

“Don’t you even dare dying here, messing my coat with your blood” he said, caressing your cheek. You chuckled, tasting blood on your tongue. “Don’t even think about it, y/n.”

“I’m–, please forgive me, Kaz” you murmured, hoped your words were understandable. “I was trying to save my family, but you’re my family too.”

“Y/n, I forgive you, but I’m begging you, don’t close your eyes” his voice filled with regret, eyes burning with anger, but you knew it wasn’t toward you. “Keep your eyes open.” He yelled at someone, but you couldn’t understand either it was Jesper or Matthias.

“Tell them I love them” you started to give up, your eyelids slowly closing. “I love you, Kaz Brekker.”

“Y/n, please don’t leave me” he tried to keep his voice from cracking, but he failed.

But you didn’t hear that, you had your eyes closed, hand that was laying on your stomach, now laying on the ground. He carefully removed his arm and got up. He spotted a blonde girl, smirking and looking at him, she slowly lifted her pistol, mockingly swaying it. She winked at him and still with a smirk, she left. Kaz made a promise he would kill her, he would do it for him. And for you.

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A/N: If I had to give this part a title, I would title it “(Y/N) and their human friends” Also I lied. This part was too long so it might be another part (or two) before we get to the Bella Arc.

* “You know you would be pretty good looking without the glasses.” Lauren says twirling a strand of hair and ignoring the algebra worksheet in front of her.

* Yeah that’s kind of the whole point

* “Contacts kind of freak me out.”

* You’re expecting a snarky response but instead she nods.

* “It’s the whole sticking your finger in your eye thing right, I totally get that.” She’s watching you with such inquisitive eyes, it almost you uncomfortable.

* It’s been a few months since you started school, you’re almost at thanksgiving break. So far you feel like you’ve assimilated well, and you have a good balance between school and caring for your animals, but it’s situations like this that totally throw you off.

* “Hey (Y/N/N), what did you get for number 5?” Jessica asks, you’re thankful for the distraction.

* “I got X = 8” Jessica confirms she got that too, and moves onto the next one

* You three are in the worlds most unlikely group. You didn’t even know Lauren was in this class you usually just pair up with Jessica.

* “Hey, me and a some people from the volleyball team are going to Port Angeles, you should come with, we could give you a makeover.”

*You wonder what the other angle here is

* It didn’t take long for you to realise that somehow, even with the ugly-duckling routine, the Cullen’s were at the top of the social hierarchy.

* Part of their popularity was probably because they didn’t really seem to interact with anyone outside of their own social circle. Which just made them all the more desirable.

* “I don’t know Lauren, I would have to ask Esme if it’s okay.” Though you can already bet Rosalie isn’t going to like this.

* “Oh cool, just let me know!” Lauren smiles, it turns out the act of considering her invitation was enough to placate her.

* For once you’re actually glad Edward’s waiting for you outside of your class when the bell rings.

* “Edward read that girls mind.”

* “It’s always straight to business isn’t it. No, ‘hi Edward how’s it going?’ Or ‘How was your class, how has your morning been treating you?’ It wouldn’t hurt you to make some small talk” You give him a look, and he returns it with an expectant expression. You sigh.

* “Hi, Edward how was your class?” You plaster on a smile, and he returns with a smile of his own.

* “It was fine. A little repetitive, we’re reading “to kill a mocking bird” in English.” You nod, offering a consoling pat on the shoulder

* “That sounds super boring,” the books great and all, but you’re guessing he’s already read it like 30 times by now. “Hey Edward,”

* “Yes (Y/N),” He nods, hiding his grin behind his hand.

* “Would you mind doing me a favor?”

* “Of course, anything for you.” He grins openly now.

* “Would you mind telling me what that girl Lauren Mallory is thinking so I can know why she invited me,” and not Jessica her good friend. “to hang out?”

* Edward loses his smile.

* “The varsity members on the volleyball team suggested it, they think it’s a shame they couldn’t have got you on the team since you just moved here.”

* Unexpected but not the worst. You’ve really been half assing it in PE so you’re surprised they even want you.

* “Lauren-she thinks you could be-“ a lopsided smirk twitches onto his face. “in her words- ‘two super good looking best friends’ “

*oh. So she just wants a pretty b*tch squad?

* “Maybe I’ll go with them then” you were scared they were going to force you to show them the Cullen’s house and introduce you to everyone, or leave you stranded in port A as some kind of prank or something.

* Edward stops you

*“you can’t be serious” he has his eyebrows scrunched together

* “Why not?” Nothing more natural to fitting in then hanging out with your classmates. Unless- “if you’re worried about any accidents don’t, I know they all look healthy but they eat a lot of carbs. Way too starchy for my palette.”

* “It’s not that-“ he gets that brooding-existence is suffering look. “You shouldn’t trust humans too much, they’ll let you down.”

* Well what’s that supposed to mean, but before you can ask he’s already walking to his class.

* Well whatever, at least Emmett will tell you a good joke to take your mind off of Mr. Eternal Damnations ominous words.

* Too bad when you get inside he’s not here, instead Mike Newton perks up when you walk into the room.

* “Hey Eleazar, how’s it going?” You still have a hard time adjusting to use Eleazar’s name as your own. Apparently they came from a time when last names were only for nobles, so he offered you his first name instead.

* “Hey Newton, any plans for this weekend?” You take Edward’s advice and start with small talk. Mike Newton smiles, you guess he’s kinda cute, all soft cheeks and baby blue eyes

* “No I’m completely free!” Weird how he’s so enthusiastic about being alone, he must be one of those “relish time alone” types. Good for him.

* “Everyone needs some time alone sometimes.” He deflates, oh man you guess that’s the wrong thing to say.

* He looks like he wants to say something to you, but then Emmett sits beside you.

* “Can I have a swig from your water bottle?” You hand it over

* “Making out with Rosalie make you thirsty?” Emmett cracks a grin

* “It’s that whole bookworm-soccer mom get up, it gets to me yknow?” That’s actually pretty funny

* “So what she’s the Velma to your Freddy?” When the reference doesn’t sink in you rephrase “the nerd to your jock.” He grins again.

* “I think I might join the swim team just so I can see her wear my letterman” that’s actually pretty cute

* “You should do that, I’ll cheer you on at your swim meets” Emmett grins.

*”I’ll hold you to that”

* School life goes on like it always has.

* Weeks pass, marked by tests, homework assignments and projects.

* You actually kind of become friends with Angela, Lauren, Jessica, Connor and Mike.

* “So like, are you and Cullen close?” Mike asks. You and the group are over at Tyler’s house using his fire pit to roast marshmallows. The others are invested in another conversation but you can tell by Lauren’s subtle head tilt that she’s eavesdropping.

* “Which one?” Mike gets flustered at that

* “The one in our grade.”

* “Hmm, well I’d say Alice and I are kinda close, but-“

* “N-no not her,” he clears his throat. “The other one-Edward”

* “Oh, Edward’s my best friend.” The answer slips out automatically.

* “I-Is that why you’re staying with the Cullen’s?” Jessica asks. Everyone’s blatantly listening now, the only one who seems uncomfortable is Angela.

* You sigh. You know everyone at school is probably wondering about the weird relationship. Jessica’s just the only one brave enough to ask you.

* “I mean, it might be.” You’re sure, Edward’s friendship with you is the reason everyone was so quick to accept the living arrangement. “But I actually met Car-I mean Dr. Cullen before I met the others.”

* “How does that work?” It’s Connor who pipes in this time.

* “Well-“ you sigh you really don’t want to do this but at least your sob story will make you seem less suspicious. “So Eleazer and Carmen, they’re my parents, but they’re not my birth parents.”

* You tell them how your parents passed away in an accident many years ago, and how Carlisle had been your Doctor at the time while you recovered. He worked with you for a long time, and you’re pretty sure he wanted to adopt you, but the agency liked Carmen and Eleazer better, probably because Carlisle already had so many adopted kids.

* “Still, Carlisle stayed in my life as my doctor and a family friend. Then I met Edward and the rest of the Cullen’s and... the rest is history...I guess.” You’ve found it’s best to mix a little bit of truth into the lie, though really all of that was mostly what happened.

* Everyone looks testy eyed, Angela is holding back tears, and Lauren hastily wipes her away so no one can see. You wonder if maybe your powers leaked out a bit while you were telling your story.

* “Dude... you’re so strong.” Tyler claps a hand on your shoulder and pulls you into a hug.

* “Ah, it all happened a long time ago, I’m mostly over it now” You tell them all about your Coven in Denali, and how you have two families now, how you don’t regret anything. Well, the only thing you regret, is not staying human, but you can’t mention that so you fake a smile instead.

* Connor breaks out a bottle of vodka he stole from his mom, and pours a shot for everyone

* “To (Y/N)” everyone raises their glass, and not for the first time you feel the urge to cry but no tears escape you.

* You’re a lot closer to everyone after that. You even start sitting at their lunch table every so often.

* In fact the others follow your lead and assimilate with their classmates with ease. Rosalie joins the school book club, and very loudly debates Jane Austen’s to whoever will listen.

* Emmett follows through and joins the swim team. Jasper starts hanging out with some wood shop kids, you’ve caught him arguing about the superior wood in between classes with his new friends. Even Alice joins the art club.

* You try out for the dance/cheer team, it’s the only thing you don’t have to hold back in. Also you’re a great base, you could hold everyone on the team up single handedly during stunts. But you won’t know if you made it until summer vacation

* Everyone seems to be assimilating well, everyone except for Edward

* “You can’t expect me to trust these people (Y/N), not when I know everything they’re really thinking.” You roll your eyes

* “I’m not saying you have to be their best friend Eddie, I’m just saying it looks super suspicious that all the Cullen’s only hang out with each other and refuse to get to know anyone else.” You shove a text book into his chest, and he scoffs

* “It wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk.”

* And so Edward joins your group of human friends, much to the joy of your female companions and dismay of your male ones.

* Life is still strange. But it’s good.

* When you’re surrounded by your new friends, it makes you feel - almost like you’re human again

* And then everything falls apart.

* It’s almost summer vacation. You’re excited, maybe you can go to the beach again soon, and you wonder if it will be alright to take a trip to Denali to see your Coven. You’re pretty confident you made the spirit squad so you’ll have to pencil in camp somewhere. You held back, but just enough by your own parameters to make the bottom end of Varsity.

* You’re at your locker, when Rosalie, and Edward show up. Quickly followed by Emmett, Jasper and Alice.

* “Oh hey guys, you wanna go on a hike tomorrow it’s supposed-“

* “You have to leave.” You’re surprised when it’s Emmett that says this. Kind, jovial Emmett holds a grave expression.

* “What, why-“ for a second you wonder if the Volturi has finally come to get you. It’s been at least seven years since your transformation, it’s about time they started thinking about you.

* But then you notice everyone staring, the quiet buzz of phones vibrating only detected by your super hearing. People are always staring, especially when you’re all together. but this time you notice they’re not staring at the six super models gathered in front of the lockers.

* They’re staring at you.

* “There’s a video of you going around,” Jasper says, and Rosalie placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I think it’s better if you see for yourself.”

* He hands you his blackberry, and the grainy image of you come into focus.

* It’s a YouTube video

* You’re in the locker room, your (Your Color Skin) in full view under the fluorescent lights. You’re wearing your underwear, and your abs are on full display. You’re Grey PE uniform shirt is limp in your hands, you remember this, you got extra laps as a penalty and as a result, you were running late for class, you were alone in the locker room

*well you thought you were alone.

* Your body is literally perfect, the way you’ve always dreamed, but you feel white hot shame rise in your throat like acid.

* Your hands shake as you scroll down to see the comments

* ‘Damn who knew they had a body like that under those dorky sweaters’

* ‘(Y/N) Eleazar: Best body Forks HS 10/10 would f*ck’

* ‘Hot body, if only they ditched the glasses, and started wearing some tighter shirts’

* And the comments go on, there’s at least a hundred. You hold your cardigan a little closer to your body. You don’t have the courage to turn around. You can already imagine them staring at you, picturing what they saw in the video transposed onto your body

* “I’m sorry, I didn’t see this coming until it was already happening-“ Alice touches your shoulder and continues her apology but you don’t hear anything.

* You want to cry, you want to be angry. But all you feel is shame. And the worst part is, you didn’t even do anything wrong. So why do you feel so ashamed?

* “Hey, look at me.” Edward grabs your face in his hands, your amber eyes meet his.

*”Snap out of it.”

* Oh, your powers are leaking through.

*Your gaze turns to your foster family, all of whom sport equally uncomfortable expressions.

* You take a deep breath, and imagine reeling in your emotions, imagining them receding back into a locked box, just like Eleazer taught you.

* You need a calm mind right now.

* “Are you fine now?” Edward asks, his hands still on your face. You nod, resting your hand on top of his

* “I’m good.”

* “Good, because we have to get you out of here.” He’s moved his hand to your arm, about to tug you back home when you pull back and shake your head.

* “We can’t do that.”

* “What do you mean?” Rosalie hisses, her hand curls around your wrist “we have to leave NOW.”

* “No think about it, they’re right.” Jasper says, his eyes meeting yours. At least someone’s on the same oage

* “Think about it Rose, if I leave now with all of you it’s going to look weird.” Normal 15-17 year olds wouldn’t think to handle the situation on their own, especially not entitled rich kids like the Cullen’s.

*She seems to have gotten it because her hand retreats to her side.

* “Well what should we do then, I’m not letting you walk around here with everyone-“ she cuts herself off, a deep frown creasing onto her face as her teeth dig into her bottoms lip.

* “We need to call Carlisle or Esme, they’ll pretend they saw the video from someone else and file a complaint with the school.” You take a deep breath, and imagine the locked box in your mind. Your emotions held carefully within.

* “Until then we all need to pretend like it’s not a big deal.”

* “No way in hell am I doing that!” Emmett growls. “I’m going to rip that fucking peeping Tom piece by piece.”

* “Not all of us need to pretend,” Alice says, her gaze somewhere far away, flicking between futures. “Only Edward, Rosalie and I do.” Her gaze lands on you.

* “You need to go to your class like normal,” a hint of a smile curls onto her mouth. “Everything’s going to work out fine.” Edward’s focusing on Alice, reliving her vision.

* “Do you think you can manage being alone?” Edward asks, you don’t have the next class with any of the Cullen’s. You’ll be on your own.

* You catch Jasper and Alice whispering to each other, but pay it no mind. Flirting even in the middle of your entire world crumbling down.

* You take a deep breath, picturing the locked box over and over, making it a visual mantra.

* “I can get through a period.” Everyone disperses, and Jasper walks you to your next class. Edward wanted to, but Jasper insisted.

*”You’re always hogging them, give someone else a few minutes Edward.”

* You’re almost near your class when Jasper talks to you.

* “Hey, I don’t know if I should tell you this”

*You wonder if he’s going to offer to beat up the person who took the video, or if he’s going to offer you a comforting word.

* “Alice told me you’re going to raise some hell on a misogynist in there” he gives you a wicked grin, his incisors sparkling.

* How is it that every vampire seems to say what you least expect to hear and yet, it’s exactly what you need in the moment.

* He holds out his fist, and you bump it with your own. A grin curling onto your face.

* “Hell yeah I am.”

* You take your usual seat in Spanish like normal. You sit in the front row in this class, diagonally from Jessica. Mike and Angela sit somewhere in the back.

* You just need to focus and keep your emotions in check for 45 minutes. You visualize the box, calming yourself separating the mind and body.

* How did the saying go... a calm soul resides in a calm body?

* “-Zar, Miss. Eleazar!” Your eyes pop up to the teacher, the locked box falling out of grasp.

* “Yes, sorry?” The teacher sighs, you look to the white board to see you’re going over the answers to the worksheet. You’re about to provide the answer for the number you’re on when the teacher cuts you off.

* “I know you might be focused on body building, but in my class you need to focus on the material.” There’s a scattered laugh that fills the room, but your blood runs cold

* “Excuse me?”

* And that’s when your teacher knew he fucked up. He stutters over himself, the sentences overlapping

* “-really you should take it as a compliment-“

* “Oh you think I should take it as a compliment that someone recorded me without my consent while I was changing?”

* The rooms pin drop silent. Your teacher is sweating.

* “Hold on now- I think you’re being a little dramatic don’t you think” A smirk curls onto his lips. “You were in your underwear, it was really no different than wearing a swimsuit” he’s got this smug smile, like he’s right.

*Honestly you were ready to put everything behind you and move on if he just apologized. It’s gross that a teacher is watching videos of a student changing, but what would you have done in his situation if a co-worker showed you.

* “It’s all about perspective, a positive per-“

* But not anymore, you’re not in a forgiving mood, especially not for an idiot like this.

* “No it’s all about consent.” All the anger and despair you’ve been holding back comes flooding out. “When someone wears a swimsuit they’re consenting to show skin and be seen, but I wasn’t contesting to being seen when I was changing in the privacy of the locker room.” You don’t stop for air, your voice trembling

* “And another thing, I wonder how the school administration will feel knowing the same faculty that’s supposed to make students feel safe and enrich their lives is watching creepy videos-“ you stop when you meet your teachers eyes, tears streaming down his face.

* Oh f*ck

* You look to your right, finding your classmates in a similar state, holding back tears.

*So this is what happens to humans when they come in contact with your power.

* You try to visualize the box, but it’s too far now. And all the crying people around you don’t help.

*You need to get out of here.

* “Pathetic, not even an apology for your gas lighting.” She shake your head as confidently as you can, grabbing your bag with trembling hands.

* You walk quickly, maybe there’s a mountain you can climb and wait it out on. You’ll text Carlisle and let him now what happened. It shouldn’t be too-

*” Hey wait!”

* You’re already in the hallway when someone call out to you. You turn, expecting it to be Angela or Mike. Never in a million years would you expect her to be standing there in the middle of the hall, her hand hastily wiping away a stray tear.

* “Mr. Peterson’s a f*cking jerk.” Jessica sniffles, walking quickly to catch up with you. You don’t miss the fact that her bags not slung across her back.

* She must have left a minute after you did. You haven’t thought about her as a friend. Not a real one at least. She’s kind of like hot sauce, it’s fun when it’s around, but if it’s not then that’s not a big deal.

* So to see her here, the first to follow you out, rambling about wether you want to get frozen yogurt or pizza, it warms your unbeating heart.

* “Hey Jessica?” She stops mid-sentence, her eyes swinging up to you.

* You haven’t been fair to her. But you’re going to change that.

* “Thanks for being my friend.” And she smiles at you, her arms wrapped around her tight. It’s not the fake ones you see often the ones she throws to Lauren when she’s asking for Jessica’s opinion on an outfit, or when Connor tries to copy her homework’s. it’s a genuine smile.

* Before she can open her mouth, you hear two more shouts from the hallway.

*Angela and Mike are jogging down the hallway to catch up with you. The latter carrying a bright pink backpack in his hand.

* “Geez Jess, the least you could do is take your bag before you go bolting out of there” Mike’s panting as he holds out her bag. You don’t miss the blush ghosting her face.

*Looks like she still has a crush on him.

* “Hey, are you okay?” Angela asks, and you wish you could cry as you nod.

* “Is it weird that I’m kind of happy right now?” And the three of them smile, before wrapping you into a group hug.

*They all smell terrible. Jessica smells like boiled broccoli, Mike is like the overwhelming stench of fat mixed with sugar, and Angela.. Angela’s probably the worst. She’s sickeningly sweet mixed with a healthy dose of starch.

*it’s disgusting. You have a hard time believing any of the Cullen’s would lose their minds when they’re this close to any of them.

*still, even with the repulsive stench, it’s nice. You haven’t felt the body gets of another human in a long time, or heard the quiet thump of their beating heart. Even the odor is nice, it reminds you that they’re human.

*And for a second it’s easier to pretend you’re human too, just like them.

* “Dude why are you so cold?” Jessica groans, breaking the moment. She taps your arm but doesn’t pull away.

* “While we’re asking questions, Mike how much axe do you use?” Angela’s eyes are watering as you both laugh.

* “Like you’re one to talk, I can smell your strawberry shampoo two hallways over!”

* You watch the three of them untangle and start walking to the back exit from the gym.

* “So where do we go now? We can’t stay here.” Angela says

* “I was thinking maybe a coffee shop, if we take out books we might pass for having a free period” Jessica pipes in

* “Oh, how about the Arcade? A buddy of mine works there since he’s already on break from college, I don’t think he’ll minds us hanging out there.”

* So this is what Alice meant when she said everything was going to be okay.

*Your Human Friends were going to save you

*You haven’t forgotten Edward’s warning, someone did break your trust and let you down.

* But that’s what it means to build friendships, you open yourself to being hurt, and so do they.

* “Hey (Y/N/N), what do you think?” Mike asks, and they all turn around to notice you’re not walking with them.

*You try not to smile to wide. You don’t want to scare them off now.

* “I think there’s something fun about an arcade during the day, no lines.” You say, walking a little bit faster to catch up with your friends.

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sicparvismorrigan · 3 years

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Big Fun

Sam helps you feel better after you lose your temper.

Uncharted/Sam Drake/Post-U4

Viewpoint: 1st person gender-neutral reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: ~2.6k [complete]

Okay, outing myself a little here in the hopes that it’ll be a comfort to at least one other person. This happens…more often than I would like. I’m working on it.

This came about because of a discussion with @writingawaymylife thanks Aerin!

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“Oh, for fuck’s sake, are you shitting me!”

You finally lose what little patience you had left and punch the wall. Underneath the cheap wallpaper it’s solid concrete and you instantly regret your feral outburst. There’s a millisecond of nothing before the pain comes rushing in, and then you’re bent double, clutching the wrist of your injured hand with the other and groaning.

You try and flex your fingers to check if they’re broken, but you can’t really tell. It’s too late. Your hand is numb within the minute. Shit, that’s really going to hurt in the morning.

You’re clumsy anyway, it’s the way it’s always been and the way it always will be. You know what you need to do, how you need to move, but your body won’t respond how you want it to. You’re always dropping plates and glasses, smashing them to bits. Usually when you’re already running late, and then you have to waste more time by scurrying around looking for a dustpan to get rid of the evidence.

You’re forever bumping into things, stubbing your toes and taking layers of skin off your shoulders and shins when you walk straight into doorframes. When you try and pour things you spill them more often than not. Yet more mess to clean up, yet more time wasted.

Your fingers just won’t work sometimes, often so badly it takes you multiple attempts to tie your shoes. And when it’s cold you’re practically useless. You just give up and tuck the laces into the shoes, feeling them rub through your socks, promising yourself to fix them once you’re back in the warm, everything will work out as long as you don’t trip over your own feet before you get there.

It’s the most frustrating thing in the world. Normally you can shrug it off, you’re used to it by now. But things had been going wrong all day, even without your clumsiness, and matters just came to a head.

You remember exactly what caused you to erupt into expletives and punch the wall. It had already been a frustrating day, work was a pain in the ass, as usual. All of the most awkward customers in the world had decided to descend upon you right before your break. By the time you got home you were in a pretty foul mood. Too wound up to relax, you decided to take a load of laundry downstairs to put in the washer.

You attempted to, anyway. After trying and failing 3 times to pick up the same damn sock from the floor of your room that your fingers just would not grasp, you’d given up and kicked it away under the bed in anger. Oh sure, couldn’t pick it up but you managed to land a furious kick the first time around.

Though you were trying your best to manoeuvre around the doorframe with the pile of clothes you still bumped off it with your shoulder, muttering ouch as the latch scraped your arm. Then you overcompensated by moving too much in the other direction and stubbed your toe on the corner of the door. Instant pain that made you see red.

The pile of clothes in your arms were promptly thrown on the floor in a fit of rage. That was when you punched the wall. And now you’re a sorry state, fingers throbbing and face red, trying not to scream.

Oh shit, you hear Sam moving around in his room down the hall. There’s no way he didn’t hear you. Well, this is embarrassing. There isn’t time to pick everything up and hightail it down the stairs before he catches you, not with your mangled claw out of action.

You hear his door creak open. You slowly turn around and stare guiltily at your roommate as he pokes his head around the doorframe.

“I heard…” He takes in the sight of the pile of laundry scattered on the floor and you holding up your tingling hand, still hopping from foot to foot. “Jeez, again?”

***

Sam is your friend Elena’s brother-in-law, or something like that. You aren’t clear on how exactly they’re related, but you knew her from college, long before she got married. She heard you were looking for a new roommate a few months back, and she got in touch, telling you she knew just the person.

You baulked initially when you got a phone call from her after sparse contact over the last few years. You were actually enjoying living by yourself again, though money was a bit tighter. Your last roommate was pleasant enough at first, however they soon turned out to be a nightmare, it was a relief to get rid of them. But you liked Elena a lot, and you did owe her one or two favours. For some reason she thought you and Sam would hit it off.

And much to your surprise, you did. You were a bit nervous of him to begin with, but Sam turned out to be so laid back he was almost horizontal. The perfect foil to your occasionally manic energy. Living with him was easy, there weren’t any awkward silences. If you were in the same room but didn’t feel like talking, he was fine with it.

Your apartment was pretty basic but he seemed happy there with you. He even made you dinner sometimes when you’d had a tough day and you’d just come in and flop face down on the sofa. Sam would wordlessly stand up and then half an hour later come back through to get you with the same phrase every time. “You gonna eat something, or what?”

Elena had reassured you he probably wouldn’t even be there a lot of the time. He just needed somewhere to touch base every few weeks, she turned out to be correct.

You didn’t even really know what Sam did. He didn’t appear to have a job, he was almost always home during the day and seemed to spend a lot of time on your Playstation (“our Playstation” according to Sam). But he came up with his half of the rent every month and then disappeared again for a few weeks. You didn’t ask, not your business. You’d started to find the house too quiet and empty when he wasn’t there and you were always waiting to hear the keys in the lock and his joking “Honey, I’m home!” whenever he came back.

After moving in it didn’t take him long to pick up on your quirks, or notice that you were more accident-prone than the average person. It had led to the only argument you’d ever had with him.

One time while making dinner you’d dropped a plate and cursed yourself as it cracked in half on the tiled floor. You’d stared daggers at him, daring him to say a word about it. You totally weren’t expecting what he did next.

He’d just looked at you dead in the eyes as he pushed another plate off the counter. Exactly like a cat would.

You blew up at him. “What in the hell did you do that for? Now there’s twice as many sharp bits to clear up!”

“It’s just a plate.” He had shrugged, leaning back on the counter.

“What’s your damn point?”

“That it really doesn’t matter, and that I don’t care that we’ve had to replace pretty much everything in this kitchen since I moved in.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Not everything. You owe me a plate now.”

“You know, maybe we should invest in plastic ones.”

“We are adults Sam! And it’s not good for the environment.”

“And the current… situation is not good for your bank account!”

“Just because you’re used to plastic cutlery.” Kind of a cheap shot, but you’re still mad. You’d gathered he’d done jail time, but you didn’t dare ask what for, or how long. You caught him saying weird things sometimes and eventually realised it was because his concept of time was a little warped. He kept referring to the 90’s like it was only last week, instead of nearly 20 years ago.

Sam just laughed at your plastic cutlery comment, not at all offended. “Yeah, and I like living here so much I’m willing to do that if it means you’ll stop beating yourself up.”

“I’ll think about it.” You grumbled. But you got some plastic cups and plates on your way home from work the next day. Sam was right, it was a lot better, though it made you feel like a kid again.

As you’d gotten more comfortable with Sam you’d given up trying to hide the fact you were a walking health hazard and didn’t stifle your curses anymore.

At first he seemed amused by your clumsiness, he even laughed the first few times you did something stupid. But he quickly realised how upsetting your lack of control over your own limbs was for you, because it happened so damn often. He stopped making fun as soon as he noticed you couldn’t laugh it off with him. It wasn’t a joke to you. From then on he’d been surprisingly nice, he always attempted to make you feel better when it got too much.

***

Even so, right now as you were having a stand-off with him in the hallway, you gritted your teeth and tried to keep your voice even. Stay calm, he’s just concerned. “Yes, again.”

“What did it ever do to you? Y’know, standing there, being all wall-like…stopping our house from collapsing?”

“I lost my temper again. Punched the damn thing.”

He shook his head. “I’ve told you, you’ve got to look after those hands.”

“But they’re so fuc-“ You stop and sigh when he raises an eyebrow. Calm. “Flipping useless. I’m useless.”

“Not true.” Sam steps out of his room and walks in your direction. On the way he kicks a rogue sock back onto the main pile of mess on the floor. “Take that, you scoundrel.”

“I just wish my brain worked normally.”

“Your brain is fine. Your music taste on the other hand.” Sam moved his hand up and down in an ‘ehhhhhh’ motion and shook his head. “No no.”

He’s kidding, of course he is. Damn his sense of humour. But you don’t feel like smiling just yet. It still fucking hurts. “I think I broke something this time.” You really thumped the wall. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve actually done damage.

“You want me to check?”

“Please.”

You hold out your hand for him and he carefully wiggles and stretches your fingers one by one, watching your face for any reaction. You wince once he gets to your thumb. Oh, that one hurts the worst.

“No, thumb on the inside? For real?” Sam looked at you in disbelief.

“Apparently so.”

“That’ll learn you. That’s like rule number one of punching anything.”

You sigh. “Anything broken?”

“No, we’re all good. But keep your thumb on the outside next time or you really will break it.”

“Surprisingly, I wasn’t really focusing on technique that much. Oh hey, you should check this one again.” You hold your middle finger aloft.

“Very funny.” But he smirks at you, knowing he’s helping you feel better.

“Come on, you do that one to me all the time.”

“Learning from the best, what can I say? Oh, shit…” Sam’s staring past you.

“What, what’s wrong?” You glance back in the direction he’s looking.

Sam moves to the wall, right where you just punched and looks at you in faux-panic. “I need a medic!”

“Really?” You watch in amazement as he starts to do something to the wall which looks an awful lot like the chest compressions from CPR. Wow, he’s very committed to this bit.

“We’re losing them!”

“Sam, there’s barely a scuff on the wallpaper. I definitely came off worse.”

“I need a crash cart stat!” He yells at nobody in particular.

“Jesus Christ. You’ve been watching too many daytime medical dramas.” You just shake your head, but the corners of your mouth are threatening to twitch upwards.

“Have not…Beeeeeeeeeep! Aw, we lost them. RIP.” He finally steps away from the wall and shrugs. “I tried.”

“You’re such a goofball.” At least you’re smiling now.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it? Frown upside down.” He squeezes your shoulder. “You really did a number on that wall though, huh? I heard it all the way down there. Hell, I felt it. Made the stuff on the shelves rattle.”

“Yeah, I’ve had a bad day. A really bad day. People are assholes.” You glance down at the pile of laundry still littering the floor. “I should pick this up.”

“Do you have to right now?”

“Well, yeah…I was on the way downstairs to wash it.”

“I’m not sure the structural integrity of our house could take it if you had another…incident on the way to the washer. That wall’s concrete but you’re gonna end up going clean through one of the others. Then you’ll lose our security deposit.”

“My security deposit.”

“Right, right, right. That doesn’t mean you can punch holes wherever you like.”

“You could fix it though if I did?”

“Yeah, I guess. Y’know, I’ve never really asked you about it before, but talk me through it, what goes on in your head right before you flip out?”

“I don’t know, I just…see red and it happens before I can stop it.”

“Uh-huh.” He’s nodding. Bizarrely, he doesn’t look too freaked out to you admitting you pretty much go into berserker mode over minor inconveniences. “I know you can’t do anything about having 2 left feet, but you can do something about letting it get to you.”

“What, count to 10 or something?” You ask, mocking. Like you haven’t heard that one before.

“Yeah, seriously.” You get the impression he’s talking from experience. “It works, don’t question it.”

Screw it, he’s being really nice. At least he understands it’s not because you’re an idiot, it’s because your brain isn’t wired like most peoples. And he was right about the plastic plates. “Alright. I’ll try.”

“And you come tell me if this thing pisses you off again, I’ll deal with it.” Sam shakes his fist at the wall. He really is an idiot sometimes. But he does make you laugh. He’s your idiot.

“Gotcha.” You give him a thumbs-up with both hands, wincing again, the movement hurts.

He gives you a sly look. “How about you flex those fingers, and we play a game awhile. Crash Bandicoot maybe?”

“Again? I’ve got loads to do….” You fidget anxiously. you know what he’s up to though. Trying to get you to chill out.

“Just for a little bit. Scared I’ll beat ya?”

“Pffft, not even close, but I’m at a disadvantage this time.” There’s still no way he can win.

“I resent that, I’m getting pretty good.”

“You just mash the buttons.” It’s a fact and he knows it.

“C’mon, c’mon. I gotta at least beat your high score before I have to leave again.”

“Okay, okay, fine. I’m in. Let’s go!” You nod in the direction of the stairs.

“Loser deals with that later on.” He points at the abandoned pile of laundry on the floor.

“Deal, don’t go easy on me.” You step around it and follow him to the sitting room. Even with a crippled hand you’re pretty sure you can thrash him. “Elena and I used to play this in college, wonder if she still has it…”

***

Thank you for reading!

Yeah…I am not just clumsy, I am more like ‘danger to myself and others’ levels of uncoordinated. But I can’t be the only one! Don’t worry, Sam’s got your back ;) Also the title is the song Big Fun from Heathers the Musical because once again it has invaded my life. The whole soundtrack has been on a loop for days now. I LOVE IT. Punch the wall and start a fight!

- Sam Drake and Elena Fisher belong to Naughty Dog/the Uncharted creative team and I (sadly) take no ownership of them.

- This work is not for profit though it belongs to me and I must be credited when copying or reposting elsewhere

- As mentioned before reader is intended to be gender-neutral so please interpret this fic however you like. This is my first x Reader fic published and first g/n reader viewpoint I’ve attempted so I hope I did okay. I myself identify as mostly female so that’s what I normally write because it’s easier for me to connect with. But this was fun.

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doyumacy · 3 years

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RIDE OUT - 5

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6, 7

you groan and get off your car, slamming the door. it’s been two weeks since you started racing against the famous ‘jwi’ and you still haven’t won. you are frustrated and doyoung is upset and desperate.

how come no one hasn’t beat the guy? maybe he’s too good. and maybe you’re not that good.

the streets are saying who the famous ‘jwi’ might be and they are betting on some people you know they’re not capable of doing what he does.

as the finish line begins to empty, you see doyoung staring at you. you know what he’s thinking: ways of murdering you and chopping your body so he can feed his dogs. he takes his middle finger to his thumb, snapping them. you sigh and approach him. “what?”

“i still haven't seen results,” he cocks an eyebrow. “it seems you’re not as good as they say.”

“then fire me.” you spit back.

“i could,” he nods. “but i’m way too invested in this, so you’re gonna finish what you have to do.”

“okay, then give me more t-”

“no more time, y/n. next race, if you don’t win tell your brother to dig a hole next your beloved yuta,” he mocks.

you clench your fists. “fuck you.”

“gladly.”

when doyoung is gone, you return to your car and sit there for a couple of minutes. you don’t want to go home. johnny will bomb you with questions and the last thing you need is him giving you a lecture. you turn on the car and start driving to mark’s place in glendale. you excuse it by saying is the closest place to your location.

when you arrive at his building, you park your car behind mark’s and get off it. you see a girl leaving the building and you hurry so the door won’t lock. you get into the elevator and press the 3 button. as the door opens, you make your way through the hallway until you’re in front of mark’s door. you slightly knock twice.

you hear footsteps approaching the door and you quickly fix your hair. the door opens, showing a red haired wearing a big shirt. mark’s shirt. it’s the same red haired he was flirting with weeks ago.

“can i help you?” the red haired aks.

“sorry. i got the wrong door,” you murmur and turn on your heels.

“so you were not looking for mark?” the red haired leans against the doorframe.

you frown as you turn to face her. “you know me?”

“how will i not know the whore my boyfriend is banging?” she cocks an eyebrow.

boyfriend?

you giggle, nervously. “i got the wrong door.”

and you leave. as you leave the building, you feel your eyes tearing up. why are you crying? men do that all the time. they get you and play with you until they’re done and ready to get someone else.

fucking stupid mark.

you feel so fooled and you can’t believe mark played with you all this time. you want to cry, and you don’t know if it’s because your heart aches or you’re just angry at him.

mark gets out of the bathroom, drying his new dyed hair. “who was it?” he asks.

“they got the wrong door,” yves shrugs.

mark nods. “thanks for dying my hair, yves. and sorry for ruining your clothes.”

she smirks. “it’s okay. i look sexier like this anyway.”

mark frowns. “when did you take off your jeans?”

“a minute ago,” she walks to mark and wrap her arms around his waist. “i was thinking of having fun tonight.”

mark yanks himself free and shakes his head. “not today. at least with me, not anymore.”

yves knits her eyebrows together. “why not?”

“because… i just don’t want to.” mark puts a hoodie on.

“is it because of that whore, right?”

mark’s eyes darts to her. “don’t call her like that, yves.”

“why not?” she rests her hands on her waist. “she’s a whore.”

mark clenches his jaw. “get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“what?” yves stares at him. “you’re gonna put her over me? are you fucking insane?”

“yes, yves.” mark throws her her jeans. “leave.”

“you’re gonna regret this.” she groans as she puts her jeans on. “i’m way much better than her and you know it.”

“whatever you say.” mark opens the door for her.

yves grabs her purse and walks to the door. she stands in front of mark. “you’re wasting your time if you think she’s gonna like you back. she’s too busy thinking of his dead boyfriend.”

(...)

when you arrive home you groan. johnny is throwing a party. again. but maybe some buzz will help you tonight. you enter your house and make your way through the crowded living room. you need a drink. a strong one. or maybe something else.

you spot taeyong walking to the bathroom and hurry walking to him. when you finally approach him, you take his hand and he looks at you. he knows what you want and he can give it to you. but instead of getting into the bathroom, you take him to your bedroom upstairs.

“what are you trying to do to me?,” taeyong jokes, the whiskey in his system.

once you’re inside your bedroom, his hand reches playfully snatching the bags out of his pocket and examining them a bit. you look up and smile. “sharing is caring.”

taeyong smirks. “what will i get in exchange?”

you shrug. “i’ll think about it.”

taeyong sees how you sniffle, and then your shoulders twitch forward in a stifled giggle. “oh man. that shit’s strong.”

“just the best.” taeyong smiles and he’s the nex to sniffle a line.

you realise you’re starting to feel hot. so you start to strip your clothes and are standing in your underwear and when you realise taeyong’s eyes are on you. coke has never made you hard before, but tonight it is. maybe is because you want to get revenge.

“should i leave?” taeyong asks, his eyes still on your body.

“no.”

“okay.”

you get close to him and take his neck from the back and kiss him. taeyong’s hand rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. one warm hand finds your jaw and holds you steady as taeyong and sticks his tongue inside your mouth. his fingers urging you to open your mouth. you do so and now your tongues are swirling together.

taeyong breaks the kiss and you bite his tongue when he drags it out your mouth. “this is wrong.” he mutters.

“i don’t care.”

you kiss him again, slipping your tongue into his mouth. taeyong groans and pulls away. "yuta was my best friend."

"yuta is dead!" you growl, clenching your jaw.

taeyong is looking at you and you shake your head. "just... leave."

"y/n..." taeyong tries to approach you but you wave him off.

"we'll talk tomorrow," you say.

taeyong leaves your bedroom and you groan when he shuts the door. why are you so mad? clearly not with taeyong but with mark. and yourself.

yourself mostly. why do you even care if mark is fooling around with some other chicks? it’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything, and you haven’t discussed being exclusive. then why do you feel betrayed?

“fuck it. fuck you, mark lee,” you mumble.

you put your clothes back on and join the people in the party. you’d find someone to fuck eventually. and you do.

jaehyun spots you sexily dancing alone, holding a red cup with your right hand. he knows you're high, because you wouldn't be dancing alone in front of other people. and he's high too.

he approaches you and takes you by your hips. "where have you been?"

"everywhere," you reply.

jaehyun smirks and grips at your hips. "i like your skirt, you look hot."

jaehyun and you constantly flirt, everyone knows it. but never in a million years you think the thought of him fucking you would cross your mind. and to be honest, it doesn't sound bad at all.

you turn and wrap your arms around his neck. "would you like it to take it off?" you stare at his lips. "I'm not wearing any panties."

jaehyun grins and nips at your lip. "i will take it off with one condition."

"what?"

"let's make a threesome."

the cocaine is making the men's talk even more grating. you don't care about anything they're saying. you only care that they’re good looking enough for a casual threesome, and you are already planning out the sexual acts that will keep their mouths occupied and make them shut the fuck up.

jaehyun invites his good friend jaemin. you don't remember much but arriving to jaehyun's place, drinking and doing more coke before the action began.

and you can tell it was nice fuck since you could barely move the next morning. and then the flashbacks: jaehyun taking you from the back and you sucking jaemin's dick.

oh my god.

you try to be as much silent as you can be when you get home, hoping johnny is stil sleeping and jisung didn’t even see you leave the party with two men. as you’re taking the stairs, a loud noise makes you turn. it’s johnny holding a cup of coffee. you curse yourself internally.

“brother!” you smile at him. “good morning. did you do something to your hair? it looks really good today.”

johnny doesn’t even blink and you know he’s mad. you sigh. “are you upset at me?”

johnny presses his lips together. “are you an addict?”

“what?!” you laugh. “no! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“then why in the fucking hell you keep sniffling that shit, y/n?” he starts climbing the stairs. “you wanna die? you wanna od like your mother did?”

you stare at him. “you don’t have to bring her up. i like having fun, what’s wrong with that?”

“what’s wrong with that?” he mimics your tone. “everything! are you stupid? you left the party with two men!”

“if you are going to slut sham-”

“i don’t care who you fuck, i’ve told you that,” johnny clenches his jaw. “you can fuck as many guys and many girls you want, but you don’t leave a party with two men, especually with men you don’t know. what if they killed you or something?!”

you rub your forehead. “i did know them… sort of, just one guy.”

johnny groans. “if i hear you do coke again, i swear to god y/n that i will take you to a rehab center by myself, do you hear me?”

you squint your eyes. “i am not an addict.”

“then fucking prove it,” johnny glances at you.

the next night, you run into mark when you’re leaving your house to meet with doyoung. he has a different hair color and you want to slap yourself for wanting to throw yourself at him. he looks so good.

“hey,” hey smiles at you. “where have you been? i’ve called you all day.”

“i was… busy,” you shrug, without making eye contact.

mark nods and wraps an arm around your waist, you push him away. mark frowns. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t want your girlfriend to get upset.”

“my girlfriend?” he looks at you. “i don’t have a girlfriend. i told you.”

“that's not what it looks like,” your murmur, staring at your nails. “she seemed very comfortable wearing that white shirt you like.”

mark keeps frowning and then he gets it. he giggles and that makes you groan. “i’m sorry, i just… you knocked on my door yesterday, didnt you?”

you nod and he sighs. he holds you hands, tugging you towards him making you wrap your arms around his waist. “yves is not my girlfriend and i wasn’t doing anything with her.”

“i don’t believe you.” you say as you try to pull away. he doesn't let you.

with his one hand free, he cups your cheek. “he dyed my hair and her shirt got stained so i gave her the first one i saw.”

“she was in her panties,” you mumble.

mark nods. “yes, she was. but still, i didn’t fuck with her that night. i haven’t since i started fucking you.”

you squint your eyes. “really?”

“okay, maybe the night after we fucked for the first time, but nothing since then,” he gives you a peck.

you hum and when mark’s lips reaches to your neck, he pulls away when he sports a hickey. “i didn’t do that.”

“i know.”

“who did it?”

you shrug. “not sure.”

mark frowns, looking at you. “what do you mean?”

“two guys were with me last night, i wouldn’t know who di-” mark shuts you by kissing you, crashing his lips violently against yours.

he cups your face with his hands and starts walking backwards where your car is parked. he pushes you against the door without breaking the kiss. he grinds himself on your and you moan. “i will have to fuck the shit out of you now,” he bites your lip pulling it. “until you can’t take it anymore and cry.”

“do it,” you dare him. “let’s see if i have a good time with you as well.”

mark groans and presses his hips against yours. “you’re mine, y/n.”

“i don’t belong to anyone.”

“yes, you do.” mark kisses you. “you’re mine.”

johnny’s whistle interrupt you two and mark sighs. “tonight. my place.”

“i might go.”

“you better be there.” mark warns you.

you smile sideways and see mark and johnny getting inside your house. you get into your car and start driving to doyoung’s secret location. just when you’re about to take the freeway, you realise you’ve forgotten your phone. you sigh and make a u turn to go back and get it.

you park on the sidewalk and get off your car. you take your keys out and unlock the door entering your house and go to your bedroom when your phone is charging. you unplug it and as you’re about to leave your house, a known voice calls you.

“y/n?”

you turn and freeze when you see who’s standing in front of you.

#mark lee x reader #mark lee smut #mark lee imagine #yuta x reader #yuta smut #nakamoto yuta #yuta imagine #mark lee #yuta nct #nct smut #nct 127 smut

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footballfanfictions · 3 years

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The thrill of the chase - Chapter Five

Pairings: Mason Mount/OC, Ben Chilwell/OC

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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Mason

I had watched Katie and Ben leave hand in hand, absolutely seething. I had this awful sickening feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t quite understand. All i knew for sure was that I didn’t trust Ben. I had known him before he arrived at Chelsea and we had played together for England./ He had always seem like quite a sound lad, but there was just something about him that I didn’t like.

Christina had whined at me all night about dancing with her and when I refused had gone off in a huff to dance with a group of other guys on the dancefloor, grinding against them provocatively, as if that would ever make me mad. I had been going off her for a long time now, only clinging on to the relationship because I was scared of being on my own.

My mind kept going back to Katie kissing Ben on the dancefloor. How he had held onto her, how she had run her hand through his hair. If I was honest with myself I knew why I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it because I wished that it were my hands on her.

I had quietly admired her from afar for the entire previous season since returning from my loan at Derby County. In that entire time she had barely even said a word to me and that only made the longing feeling worse if anything. I’ve always enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

I felt bad for silently celebrating the end of her long term relationship, which I found out about from one of the physios one day when casually asking why Katie looked so sad that day. She had always been quite a serious person fully invested in her job, but that day changed her and she had gone cold.

Now I was seeing her fire returning, and she was burning for Ben.

I thought all of these thoughts while Christina was on top of me, half heartedly grinding against me. She hated going on top, hated having sex with me in general really these days. I usually did all the work, taking all of my frustration out on her. But tonight she was drunk enough to do all the work, while I lay back against the pillows.

The only reason I was able to get hard and stay hard was because I was thinking about Katie.

Christina started to move her hips a little faster against me then and I momentarily snapped out of my day dream, grabbing her hips firmly. Then I put the situation out of my head and concentrated on the fantasy of Katie on top of me.

A few moments later I felt her tighten around me and started to thrust up to meet her hips,cursing quietly under my breath “f-fuck.. Katie…”

It took a second for me to realise what I had said, my eyes snapping open to meet Christina’s but she was already rolling off of me and getting out of the bed to shower like she did after every time we had sex, wanting to wash the memory of me off of her. She was entirely oblivious.

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Katie

I woke up momentarily confused, the curtains still wide open from the day before allowed the sun to come streaming in and blinded me for a second.

My mouth felt uncomfortably dry and my head was slightly pounding.

Rolling over I knocked into the side of Ben’s sleeping body and the memory of the previous night came back to me.

I had slept with Ben, and we had barely even had a date. I scolded myself silently, wondering how I could be stupid enough to let a footballer sleep with me on the first night. I was probably one in a hundred girls that he had slept with early on and then never talked to again.

He stirred and slung his arm across my stomach, pulling me in close against his chest, he nuzzled his head against my neck. I tried really hard not to smile at the fact that he was laying here cuddling me rather than getting up and running away straight away.

“Stop fretting.” he mumbled quietly. His voice all low, sleepy and raspy sounding even more attractive than usual. “I’m not going anywhere…” he continued, now in a whisper, his lips moving to kiss my collarbone while his hand swept my hair out of the way.

I breathed out a deep sigh of relief and relaxed into his arms.

“Didn’t scare you away then?” I joked.

Disregarding the sex, this was the most intimate I had been with anyone since Rory. I tried not to show Ben how insecure I felt about being completely bare before him.

“No way” he smirked.

We were both silent for a minute, Ben was still holding me against him, his fingertips now trailing down my back. I was struggling to figure out what I should say to him now. Should I offer him some breakfast? Ask him to hang out with me today? It had been so long since I had brought someone home with me outside of a relationship that I had no idea what the post sex etiquette was.

“What time is it?” Ben asked, lifting his head to look at the display on my alarm clock sat on the bedside table.

I looked at it too, having to squint to read the display clearly due to the sunshine. “8.30”

He jolted slightly against me and then sat up. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry but there is somewhere that I need to be.” he pressed a quick kiss to my cheek but then offered no further explanation as he silently dressed.

I waited until his back was turned while he was putting his shoes and socks back on before I slipped out of the bed covers myself and threw a pair of shorts and a t shirt on to look half way to presentable to see him out.

Once we were both dressed he grabbed my hand and pulled me against him to give me a brief kiss.

“See you later then.” I said casually.

He smiled at me and squeezed my hand, letting me lead him to the front door.

“I’ll text you.” he said.

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Monday morning had rolled around and admittedly I had been disappointed not to hear from Ben, but presumed that he was probably just busy.

As usual I was busy following the weekend. Chelsea had played yesterday lunchtime and I had a folder full of matchday pictures to go through and edit to occupy my time.

By lunchtime I had barely made a dent in my work and decided that I would just eat lunch sat at my desk to try to get through a little bit more of it but Bri had other ideas, coming bounding into my office like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh with a massive grin on her face. She was so happy that it lifted my sour mood almost instantly.

“Katie! So sorry that I didn’t text you back on Friday. I knew you were out with the boys and didn’t want to disturb you, and well… me and Billy went on our date and ended up spending the whole weekend together!” she was still bouncing as she sat down on the spare office chair which nearly rolled away from the desk from the force.

“Woah slow down, all weekend?” I asked her, puzzled as I looked down at the team sheet on the desk in front of me. “Wasn’t he in the squad yesterday?”

“Oh yeah but he got me a ticket and I sat just behind the bench so that we could talk to each other. He didn’t get to play unfortunately but it was still nice to be there to support him.” she said, beaming before continuing “then he took me to the megastore and bought me a shirt with his name on the back for me to wear next time. Isn’t that just the cutest thing?”

“The cutest…” I said quietly, trying my absolute best not to sound bitter or jealous seeing as Ben had run off suddenly on Saturday morning and couldn’t even be bothered to send me a text, compared to Billy who couldn’t get enough of being with Bri. I tried to tell myself that Billy had been into her for years so was of course going to be putting in a lot of effort, where Ben and I had only just met. It would have been nice to have felt a bit more wanted though.

“Sooo… Billy told me that Ben was asking you out. Did you go?” she looked at me intently while asking the question and I knew then that she could tell that there was something wrong.

I told her everything, including what I knew about Ben’s ex and Jorginho and going to the nightclub with the boys, kissing Ben, Mason and his horrible girlfriend being weird, and then about sleeping with Ben and what had happened after.

“Oh…” she mumbled. “I thought that he was really into you. Billy said he’#s always talking about you and looking over at your office window when they’re training.”

I shook my head, trying not to feel pessimistic about the situation. It had only been two days and he could have genuinely been busy.

“I’m sure he will text or call, or even pop in here to see you.” she leant over the desk then and gave me a hug in the best way that she could with a desk in the way.

“Bri, you really like Billy now right? Not just to make you-know-who jealous?” I asked.

She laughed “Why would I want to make Voldermort jealous?”

I rolled my eyes at her and grinned “You know exactly who I meant.”

“He’s already forgotten.” she shrugged.

“Listen, I don’t think I can face going down for lunch could you bring me back a sandwich or something? I don’t really fancy being stared at. He has probably already told all of them how easy I was.”

Reluctantly she agrede to go without me but not without scolding me for thinking the way that I had, telling me that Ben wasn’t like that.

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Mason

“So, what happened with you and that girl?” Kai was asking Ben the question as we sat in a circle doing some stretches. We were right outside of Katie’s window and I had been trying really hard not to think about her with some success before Kai had brought her up.

Ben stayed quiet for a minute as the group pushed him for an answer. Tammy finally bluntly asking if Ben had slept with her.

I looked for any sign of embarrassment on his face but there was none as he smirked “It was even her idea, she took me back to her place and then she was all over me.”

I grit my teeth together, biting me tongue so as not to say anything I might later regret or that might make playing with him awkward. I didn’t like the way that he was talking about her. He shouldn’t be showing off for the rest of the lads like that, not if he really liked her. He could have just said that he had a good night and wouldn’t kiss and tell.

My only solace was that he wasn’t going into intimate detail. He wouldn’t ruin my fantasies about her that way.

“How did you leave things? You leaving the door open to hit that again?” Tammy was asking.

I looked up at her window then and could see her there, stood at the coffee machine. She looked tired and stressed, more so than she usually did on a Monday morning and my dislike of Ben grew that little bit stronger.

“The door is ajar. Just letting her cool off a bit before I go back to her. Don’t need her getting all clingy on me.”

I was only half listening to Ben, finding that not looking at him made it easier to pretend that I was fine and egging him on like all of the others.

Our coach Frank blew his whistle then and told us all to head inside for lunch and I hung back behind the rest of them as they all walked towards the doors to inside the complex.

I was last in line for food as a consequence of hanging back behind the others and realised that Katie’s friend was just ahead of me with Billy but no Katie.

“I need to take this back to Kate but I don’t want to miss out on time with you.” I heard her cooing to Billy who had the biggest grin on his face. It was nice to see him finally happy but a bit too sweet for me.

Interrupting them I offered to take the sandwich to Katie, saying that the table I was going to sit on was full anyway and I was planning on just grabbing one myself and heading for some physio.

Katie’s friend was slightly hesitant at first but her desire to be with Billy overruled that in the end and she handed the sandwich over to me.

I stood at her office door nervously for a minute before I even knocked.

She opened the door expecting her friend and was surprised to see me there.

“I uh- brought your sandwich…” I mumbled, passing it to her.

“Are you ok Mase? It’s not like you to be so quiet.”

I full on blushed at her calling me Mase and felt like a right idiot for doing so. It was a nickname that people called me affectionately and she had never been affectionate towards me.

“It’s just…” I started to speak but had no idea what excuse I was going to give. I couldn’t exactly tell her that I was jealous of Ben.

“Is it your girlfriend? She was um, nice?” she giggled, and I couldn’t think if I had ever heard her laugh before. It was infectious.

“If I’m honest I haven’t been invested in that relationship for a long time but I can’t bring myself to end it. I’ve always been in relationships. I’m not...I’m not sure I know how to be on my own you know?”

She gestured for me to sit down on one of the chairs and she perched on the end of her desk, taking a bite of her sandwich while she thought about what I said.

“I can understand that. I was in a long term relationship that ended last year and I thought we were going to be together forever so when it ended I had no idea how to be on my own again. I’m still not sure that I have it figured out now if I’m honest.” she shrugged. She was trying to seem casual about it but I saw straight through her. She was still hurting from that break up.

“You’re not on your own anymore though, you have Ben.” I said quietly. Although I didn’t really want to think about them together I wanted to see how she reacted to me asking about it. If her face lit up with happiness at just the mention of his name, I would know that any chance of me changing her mind about him and about me was absolutely dead.

She looked down at her feet and didn’t say anything.

“He’s not the best at communicating. Don’t give up on him yet.” Thinking back to what she had said to me not long ago about how privileged and big headed I had become, I decided in a split second that maybe I wouldn’t be good for her even if we could somehow date. Would I continue to get too big for my boots and end up pushing her away? By that time I would have burnt a lot of bridges and ruined a lot of professional and personal relationships and it didn’t feel worth the risk.

“You’ve changed your tune.” she said, obviously referring to me telling her that he wasn’t good for her.

I shrugged, standing up to leave. “He’s growing on me I guess.”

“Thanks for chatting Mase. Maybe you’re growing on me.” she smiled.

I had turned to the door, so she couldn’t tell how hard I was smiling at what she had said.

“See you later Katie.” I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible as my stomach did somersaults.

#ben chilwell #mason mount #football fanfiction #football imagines #football smut #football story

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If you’re still doing the fic trope prompt, accidental eavesdropping + everybody knows/mistaken for a couple for Ted and Rebecca?

It had become Rebecca’s little Sunday ritual to walk to the Richmond Green in the morning, early enough so that she could sit on a bench or a blanket without anyone recognizing her, but late enough for the sun to warm her skin. That day she’d brought a book, and a tea with chocolate croissant she’d grabbed from a small bakery she walked past every day.

She made her way to one of the benches, took out her book and put on a Taylor Swift album that Keeley (and Ted, to her surprise) was so insistent she should give a try. Just as she was getting into the plot of the book, her phone started blowing up with texts from Keeley.

That Friday Keeley came to her, all excitement, talking about organizing a birthday surprise for Sam. She'd become invested in the planning, not because Sam was her favorite, as some people might have pointed out, but because she was enjoying watching the team come together and be a unit even outside the club. And though Keeley held the reins, she lent a hand whenever she could.

Now it seemed that there was a last minute birthday cake crisis (something about mixed dates? She could keep up with the speed of messages coming in).

Why don't you bake it? She sent, obviously joking. She knew Roy could bake mean scones, but she saw Keeley’s reaction to the “fold in the cheese” scene on Schitts Creek and wasn't so sure she should be allowed near an oven with no supervision.

Are you mad???

WAIT

COULD TED DO IT?

Omg

Can you ask him?

Why me?

You just have a way with him 😏

What does that even mean?

He has literally never said no to you

Rebecca took a second to actually think about it. And, well. He did agree to that interview when she wanted the Independent to do a profile on him. He did agree to a photo shoot (although she did arrange for him to wear Tom Ford so that might not count). And he did try the tea she’d made for him after she'd told him he'd just been drinking it wrong (it was more sweetened tea-tinted milk but still). And the list grew.

Okay.

She replied simply before dialing his number, the music in her headphones stopping.

"Top of the mornin', boss!" he greeted cheerily.

"Hi Ted."

"What can I do you for, boss?"

She breathed a small sigh and raised her eyes when an older lady pointed to the empty space next to her. She smiled encouragingly for her to go ahead.

"There's been a hitch in the plan for Sam's birthday. We-" she paused and thought back to Keeley's message. She might as well, "I might need you to bake the cake."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Not entirely sure, to be quite honest, but Keeley's freaking out about it."

“Okay,” he fell silent for a second and it was enough to make her regret asking him in the first place, when he added, “I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind?” guilt making itself comfortable in her mind. “I don’t want you to feel like,” like I’m using you, “like you have to. We could still-”

“Poppycock!” he interrupted her and she had to control the snort that threatened to escape at how ridiculous that word sounded in his mouth.

“Poppycock?” this time the chuckle was out before she caught it.

“Yeah, fiddlesticks. Humbug. A bunch of hooey. Balderdash!”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her amusement. “I get it, Ted,” she said, stopping his nonsense (quite literally).

“You know I always have my baking game on! Besides, I made his birthday cake last year too. Now it’s a tradition.”

“You did?” she remembered the green slice of heaven she’d enjoyed once Higgins had left her office that evening. She should’ve known.

“I might have to do something different this time. Chocolate sponge maybe? You think he likes chocolate?” he asked without waiting for an answer. “I’m sure he does. Who doesn’t like chocolate? Okay lemme see,” she heard him rummaging around in his kitchen, imagined him opening his fridge and pantry, looking for ingredients. “I got eggs and butter and flour. Oh, yep, there she is. We’re in business, cocoa powder. Chocolate sponge is a go.”

She continued to listen to his rambling about frosting and fondant and how one time he wanted to impress Michelle’s parents and baked a banana bread with peanut butter swirls. “It was delicious. Too bad her mum was allergic to bananas.” And she laughed out loud.

She only realised she'd smiled through their whole conversation when she’d hung up, seeing her own reflection in the screen of her phone, laughter lines etched in her cheeks.

“How long have you two been married?”

She jolted a little at the gentle voice of the older lady she didn’t realise was still sitting next to her. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But you and the lad sound like a lovely couple.” The lady started getting up, hooking her bag on her arm. “I hope your son has a lovely birthday.”

#thesumdancekid #ask #ted lasso fic #ted lasso #ted x rebecca #fic thing #i'm sorry it took so long but i couldn't settle on the right version of this for a hot sec #ive got one more prompt to go #also if you read the use me fic no you didnt

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