Hailee Steinfeld X Trans! Male Reader

She Plays CoD In Secret

**A/N:** OMG, I'M ALIVE!

You stirred awake to the jarring sound of something heavy colliding with the wall, echoing from the office at the end of the hallway in the cozy shared home you occupied with Hailee. Rubbing your eyes, you turned your gaze to the clock on the nightstand, its glowing red numbers illuminating the dim room.

**2:47 AM.**

A small huff escaped your lips, a mix of annoyance and concern, and you instinctively reached out with your hand, searching the sheets for the familiar warmth of Hailee beside you. Your fingers brushed against a cold expanse—she was gone.

You sighed, well aware that she was likely tangled up in work or caught up in a late-night chat with family or friends. Throwing back the covers, you swung your legs off the bed, your sock-clad feet hitting the cool wooden floor with a soft thud. The house was still—eerily so—but the further you ventured down the hallway, the more the slight rumble of her voice caught your attention.

"God fucking dammit!"

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and concern. "Hailee...?" you called out softly, pushing the door open gently.

The sight that met your eyes was amusing and startling. Hailee's head snapped around, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and guilt. She swiftly yanked a headset off her head, as if trying to erase the evidence of her late-night shenanigans.

"I'm sorry, baby! I didn't mean to wake you," she stammered, a grin struggling to break free as she instinctively shielded her computer screen with her body.

Curiosity sparked within you, and you couldn't help but peek around her, your brows shooting up in astonishment. "Call of Duty? You play?" Disbelief washed over your features as you looked up at her, your whetted curiosity taking root.

The room, lined with scattered game posters and a clutter of gaming gear, painted a picture you hadn't expected. The glow from the computer screen reflected in her eyes, revealing a new side to Hailee that had been kept hidden under layers of late-night responsibilities.

She smiles sheepishly, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Surprise...?" Her tone is playful, and all you can do is chuckle at her not-so-innocent demeanor. "That's all you have to say? Really?" You shake your head in disbelief, a smile still lingering on your lips, before walking over to the monitor. With a swift click, you shut it off, the screen going dark and leaving the room in a hushed stillness.

"C'mon, I'll play with you tomorrow," you say, your voice warm and inviting. Extending your hand toward her, you offer a gesture of reassurance, encouraging her to take it. There's a spark of anticipation in the air, and you both know that the fun is far from over.

A/N: it's short, ik, but it's SOMETHING 😭