#i could disappear off the face of the planet and not one person would even fucking realize i was gone
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oh cool it's getting real bad again
#i just. i don't know anymore#i wish i mattered to anyone#i wish like. idk#i could disappear off the face of the planet and not one person would even fucking realize i was gone#that's how little impact i have on anything and it just. i fucking hate it#people just forget i even exist and it hurts so fucking much and it doesn't even matter! i don't matter!#and they just go on like i never was anything at all#and i'm the horrible one for caring. i'm the horrible one for being nice#i don't understand it and it makes me go insane like#i get it i'm the only person who has zero friends so like obviously i care too much#when you're popular you can afford not to care#and it's fine when i get upset because no one even fucking notices#makes me want to tear my hair out like what the fuck#what did i do wrong#and no one will answer#fucking no one ever answers
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Tour Break ft. Lisa and Jennie
pairings: Jennie Kim/M!OC, Lisa/M!OC
rating: Explicit
word count: 3.7k
summary: A few months have passed since your last encounter with Jennie. When a tour stop brings the girls near your university, they decide to pay you a visit. PART ONE HERE.
tags: size kink, semi-public sex, stomach bulge, rough sex, footjob
A/N: may have gotten a bit carried away. hope yall enjoy!
After that night with Jennie, the following weeks leading up to their tour changed for you completely. Instead of preparing to go off to university, you began spending more time with your sister and her friends. It was an effective way to lose that embarrassed little sibling complex. Mostly though, it was because being around them offered more chances for Jennie and you to sneak off and fool around.
And boy did you two fool around. You had to have easily been the luckiest person in the country during that time. Eventually, though, it came to a close as they went back on tour and you went off to university.
You kept in touch through texts and sneaking in the occasional FaceTime when possible, but it wasn't until the end of your spring term that you got to see them again. It wasn't even a personal visit; it just so happened they were playing at the local stadium near your university.
You had received a text from Jisoo that you were to meet them for lunch later in the day. As happy as you were to see your sister, you found yourself anxious to see Jennie. It had been more than a few months now. Would she still be interested in your arrangement? Would she still be interested in you, or had the thrill disappeared? You supposed there was only one way to find out.
You walked through the front doors of the restaurant you were to meet them at, and the hostess led you to the table where they were waiting. Immediately, you were greeted with high-pitched voices and limbs swallowing you into hugs.
Okay, maybe you hadn’t completely gotten rid of the little sibling complex.
"You look so different with all that scruff!" Rosie exclaimed, running a hand over your chin, her fingers brushing against your stubble. “I bet all the girls on campus fall for this.”
“I do alright for myself,” you joked.
Some light-hearted laughter echoed in the restaurant and you found yourself scratching the back of your neck as you stole a look at Jennie. As everyone took their seats you placed yourself next to Jisoo and across from Jennie. You stole another glance at her but, to your disappointment, she seemed to be acting completely normal.
Of course she was, you silently chastised yourself, Did you expect her to suck your dick right in front of Jisoo?
“I want to hear all about it. How has your first year been?” Jisoo questioned, placing her chin on her hands.
"Really? You guys have been traveling the world and you want to hear about how school has been?" you asked.
"Duh! And make sure you leave in all the dirty details," Lisa chimed in, a smirk on her features.
"I think we can do without that part," Jisoo said, her face scrunching up.
"Speak for yourself!" Lisa retorted.
Her words earned laughter from everyone except Jisoo, and you felt yourself slowly beginning to relax. Among her many talents, you found that Lisa was an expert at lightening the mood in any given situation.
"Where do I begin..."
You proceeded to recount the events that had occurred in your first semesters at university. The parties - which Lisa seemed particularly interested in hearing about - the friends, your classes, and even the few girls you had what could loosely be called relationships with. Though admittedly, you might have intentionally overplayed those stories. Judging by the way Jennie’s expression subtly shifted when you told the stories, it had worked. Or, you hoped it had.
Christ, you were getting bold. Playing games with one of the most desired women on the planet?
"Wow, I can’t believe my baby brother is sounding like an adult," Jisoo said, placing a hand on yours as you finished. "You’re practically a man now."
You scoffed before pulling your hand away teasingly. "God, when did you get so sentimental?"
She laughed, hitting your arm playfully before turning back to the group.
"To be fair, I think he’s been a man for a while now," Jennie spoke up for the first time, her gaze zeroing in on yours.
You played it off with a laugh, but you could feel your face heating up. Beneath that, there was a tinge of fear. Was this payback for provoking her? It had to have been. Of course, Jennie had always been flirty, however where it had been innocent in the past, you now had a history. If it could be called that. And you weren’t exactly sure how Jisoo would react to that history. But you had prodded her, now you had to deal with whatever came next.
You took a sip of your drink, recovering your composure before changing the direction of the conversation. "So, how is the tour going? You guys are on the last leg right?"
There was a collective nod before Jisoo spoke, "It’s been wonderful. I really wish mom and dad would have let us take you to some of these places."
"Why do you say – THAT!?"
The last word came out almost as a high-pitched yelp and you immediately went into a coughing fit to try and mask it. Jisoo looked concerned, as did Rosie, while Lisa bore a smirk and Jennie seemed almost indifferent.
"Sorry, I must have gotten something stuck in my throat, go on," you coughed.
Jisoo patted you on the back to make sure you were okay before continuing her answer. You, however, were no longer listening. That was because there was currently a foot pressed against your inner thigh unbeknownst to anyone else. When you looked across the table, you had no doubt about who the culprit was.
Truth be told it was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. Jennie stared back at you, the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips. Her eyes, meanwhile, were practically daring you to react and say something. When you didn’t, you swore her smirk grew more bold, her foot pushing higher against your thigh.
"…Well, we did New York in December, it looks amazing…" Jisoo continued on.
You nodded your head, trying to remain focused as Jennie’s foot rubbed up your leg until she reached the height she wanted. Her toes curled slowly as she moved to press against your crotch. At this point, you were already starting to get hard and had to move your chair in more so Jisoo or Rosie wouldn’t see.
"How was the crowd overseas? Good?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation and any attention away from what was happening underneath the table.
"Oh, they were amazing," Jennie spoke. When you turned your attention to her, she was simply smiling as normal, despite that the sole of her foot was now rubbing your erect cock through your jeans. "There was so much excitement and energy. I literally felt like the crowd was just going to explode."
While the other girls just nodded in agreement, you closed your eyes briefly. Lisa began speaking but at this point, you were barely registering what any of them were saying. Jennie’s foot continued to jerk you off over your clothing, rubbing you as furiously as possible without being noticed. At one point, her toes pressed against your zipper and you wondered if she just might free your cock from its constraints. That would be terrible. So why did you want it to happen so badly?
“Are you okay?” Rosie asked, giving you a glance.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, you're fine. You just need a drink," you said, trying to give your best smile before sipping your water slightly. You could see Jennie smirking out of the corner of your eye. You still didn’t know what she was playing at but you also weren’t sure you cared at this point either.
Rosie gave you a concerned look but they soon carried on with telling their tour stories. Your mind, however, was focused somewhere else. Jennie’s toes had worked down the zipper of your pants and had slid inside just enough to allow more contact with your hard cock, her sole rubbing against the stiff length as she jerked you off.
You tried to keep yourself together. You really did. But eventually, it got to be too much and you leaned back in your chair. You tried to disguise it as simply stretching but judging by the look Jennie was giving you, you doubted that was how she took it. You felt the pre-cum dripping onto her feet as she continued her assault. Fuck, you were going to cum. There was no way you would be able to hold out much longer.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jisoo asked, turning to face me. "You look like you're burning up."
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Maybe just a little hungry. Are the appetizers here yet?" you said, hoping your excuse would work.
"Actually, that's a good idea. I could go for some food too," Rosie chimed in.
"I'll check on the status," Jennie spoke up. "I need to use the ladies room anyway."
You let out a sigh of relief when Jennie's foot left your lap. But the relief was short-lived as you watched her stand up and make her way around the table. You held your breath, wondering if she would say anything but, instead, she placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it before walking away.
The contact was brief, and it could have meant nothing but you knew better. You were certain of it. She was just making sure that the message was sent.
"I'm going to head to the bathroom as well," you said, standing as you held your napkin over your lap awkwardly.
You quickly scurried away, following after Jennie, catching up to her before she made her way to the bathroom. "What the hell was that?"
Jennie looked at me with her eyebrows raised, an innocent expression on her features. Her words, however, were anything but, "What? Did none of your little campus sluts do that for you?"
"So you were jealous then?" you asked.
"Do I have something to be jealous about?" she said simply before making her way towards the ladies' room.
Maybe it was indignation, maybe it was anger; hell maybe it was just because you were still horny. Whatever the reason you found yourself following Jennie into the bathroom. As the door swung closed behind you, you grabbed her by the arm and spun her to face you. Your lips pressed hard against hers in a heated kiss.
Christ. It had been so long that you almost forgot how soft her lips were.
Almost.
You pulled her tightly against you, pressing your body hard into hers. Your tongue invaded her mouth, dominating her as the kiss intensified. Your hand traveled down her body, slipping under her skirt and grabbing a hold of her firm ass. You could feel that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Hoping this would happen were you?" you muttered against her lips.
“Baby, I’ve been going commando for months now,” she whispered. Her breath was hot against your ear causing your cock to twitch from the sensation.
“God I’ve missed you” you muttered.
Not wanting to wait anymore, you got rid of your own pants, sliding them down past your knees. Jennie positioned herself up, using the sink as a counter and spread her legs for you; her wet, glistening pussy looking up at you in the eye.
You gripped the base of your cock, positioning yourself at her entrance and thrust yourself inside her.
"Fuck~!"
Jennie was still just as tight as you remembered and your hands immediately went to her hips. You started pumping her hard and fast, your hips snapping back and forth as her legs wrapped around your waist.
"Oh my God~" she groaned, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a deep kiss.
Her tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the familiar territory.
Your lips locked in a frenzy as you both tried to express months of pent up sexual frustration. Jennie's pussy gripped you tight, squeezing and milking your cock as you fucked her.
“You thought you were cute with your little act earlier didn’t you?” you grunted as you pulled out and slammed back into her with more force than before causing her to squeal in surprise, and pleasure.
“You…liked it…didn’t you,” she shot back, her words coming out in short pants. Your sudden change in roughness caused her to move one hand to the sink, gripping tightly as her body shook each time you entered her.
Rather than answer immediately one of your hands moved to her throat, choking her lightly as you continued to fuck her, "It was embarrassing."
There was a brief moment of surprise on Jennie's expression before a devilish smile crept across her lips. "Someone's gotten into a few new kinks while I was away." Her hand rose to cover over the top of yours, imploring you to squeeze tighter as her fingers curled against your hand.
Not bothering to respond, you focused on the task at hand as you quickened your thrusts. This was different from your usual dynamic with Jennie but you didn't hate it. Far from it in fact. And clearly you weren't alone in that sentiment. You could feel her pussy clenching around you. Her breathing became heavier, her chest rising and falling, breasts heaving, and her skin flushed. It was an expression you hadn't seen in a while.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?"
Jennie nodded eagerly, biting down on her lip, stifling a moan as her orgasm was building.
You could tell she was close by the way her pussy tightened around your cock and the look on her face.
"Go on then, cum for me, Jennie" you grunted, releasing her throat and leaning down to kiss her once more.
As soon as you released her she gasped for air, her head rolling back against the mirror as she let out a loud cry, her body convulsing around you as she came hard. Her juices spilled down your shaft as you kept pounding her through her orgasm.
It was the sexiest thing you had witnessed since, well, the last time you had fucked Jennie. Finally she relaxed and elicited small moans as you continued to slide in and out of her, chasing your own release, knowing it wasn’t far now.
“I thought I’d find you two in here.”
Your mind registered the presence of a third voice, but your body was too far gone. Thrusting into the singer’s sweet pussy a few more times you felt your balls tighten. Grabbing Jennie’s slim waist you pulled her close against you before you erupted into her. Your hips jerked erratically a few more times as your seed shot to her womb.
“Christ…you weren’t lying about how much he cums, Jen,” the third voice said.
Unbeknownst to you, her eyes were fixated on your fluids currently leaking out of Jennie. It took another moment but finally your brain began to function properly again. You tore your gaze away from Jennie, to see Lisa standing there, hands on her hips and her tongue licking her lips.
“Lisa! Shit!” You might’ve jumped backwards were it not for Jennie’s legs still being hooked around your waist. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“You mean you’re not balls deep inside one of your sister’s best friends?” Lisa asked, manicured eyebrows raised.
You hesitated for a moment, “Okay…Maybe it is exactly what it looks like.”
Jennie, who had finally started to recover as well, brushed aside her sweat soaked bangs, “Relax. You don’t have to worry about Lisa.”
“You told her?”
“I came to my own conclusions,” Lisa answered. “We were both there on that dance floor, remember? Jen just got to you first.”
There was something undeniably hot about that. That two of the most desired women on the planet had wanted you, going so far to outmaneuver one another to get to you first. Briefly you wondered what it might’ve been like if that night had ended with the two of them. Boldly, you wondered if you might be about to find out.
“First come, first serve, Lili,” Jennie grinned. She pushed you back so she could slide from atop the sink, your release dripping down her thigh.
“You’re not jealous?” you asked, remembering her earlier reaction when you mentioned seeing other girls.
Jennie rolled her eyes. Her hand reached down, fingers curling around your cock as she slowly stroked you to cut down on your refractory period, “Are you comparing Lisa to one of these campus sluts?”
“N-no, not necessarily,” you moaned.
“Good,” Jennie kissed your cheek. “Then bend her over this sink and fuck her like a good boy before your sister starts asking questions.”
Yep. That did it alright. You were back to full mast from those words alone. You turned your gaze to see that in the time you had been talking to Jennie, Lisa had stripped out of her clothes. Your cock gave a twitch at the sight. Jennie was hardly the only one of Jisoo’s friends you had fantasized about. It was all three if you were being honest with yourself. Now here you were staring at Lisa’s toned, perfectly fit body.
Lisa bit her lip, smiling and giddy with excitement as she stepped towards you. She turned, wiggling her tight ass against your crotch as she looked over her shoulder at you, biting her bottom lip, "Don't be shy, stud. Jennie's told me plenty of stories."
That made you curious. It also made you not want to disappoint her. There was no sense of pressure, maybe because you just had your balls drained and any nerves along with it. Instead what you felt was an excitement and eagerness to get to it. “Are you sure you can handle it?” you asked, feeling confident.
Lisa merely winked at you and gave another shake of her tight ass, “Why don't you find out.”
You briefly spotted Jennie out of the corner of your eye, her eyes practically glowing with anticipation at what would come next. One hand grabbed Lisa's slender waist while the other pushed against her back, bending Lisa over the sink. She giggled as she gripped the white porcelain for balance, moaning when she felt your cock start to probe her entrance.
You found her already dripping from her sex, running your cock along her folds before roughly sliding into her. "Shit" you moaned, the feeling of her tight sex enveloping you from the start. Your thick cock was splitting her in half and you could hear Lisa moan as her head fell forward.
"Are you okay?"
"Don't you dare stop," she told you. "Give me all of it, stud."
You didn't need any further instruction. You kept working your cock into her until you finally bottomed out inside of her, your balls pressed flush against her rear. It was heavenly. How many people around the world wanted to do this? Yet you were the one fucking the Thai princess in a restaurants bathroom.
You reached forward, one hand wrapping around Lisa's neatly done ponytail and pulled back her head raising. Her eyes locked with yours as you began to slowly withdraw your cock before slamming back into her.
"That's so fucking hot," you heard Jennie say.
Had your attention not been solely focused on fucking Lisa you might've spared her a glance. As it was, you were entranced by the talented dancer; your rhythm steadily increasing as she propped herself up against the sink. Fucking Lisa’s lithe, fit body was a whole different experience. Each time you moved inside of her, you felt like you might break her. Like your cock might punch through her cervix and bulge against her stomach. And yet Lisa took every inch like a goddess.
“Shit. Shit. Shit” she chanted, her body shaking with each thrusts, her head still pulled back, “You’re going to fucking break me. Is that what you want, stud? You want me to walk on stage with a limp from being fucked so good, huh?”
Your cock swelled inside of her at the thought. The filthy words driving your passion. You watched your reflection in the mirror, pounding the global starlit from behind. Truth be told you almost didn’t recognize yourself. In the span of a few months you had gone from drooling over your sisters friends and nearly coming yourself just from some provocative dancing to taking charge and fucking Jennie and now Lisa.
It made you realize her words were exactly what you wanted to do.
"That's exactly what I want to do," you grunted in response. One hand moved to slip around her throat, squeezing lightly as the other still held her ponytail, "I want my cum dripping down your leg when Money plays and you're dancing on stage."
Lisa moaned, struggling to maintain a state of coherence let alone form a proper response to your words. Fortunately, Jennie was more than willing to provide commentary as her fingers played with her own clit.
"Yeah? Are you going to sit in the front row to make sure?" she asked.
"That's right," you grunted.
You didn't know if you'd ever be able to look at Lisa the same again after this. Let alone when she was on stage performing an array of provocative moves. But logic no longer mattered. You were completely lost in the moment, saying anything and everything as long as it heightened the moment.
Too much. It was too fucking good. It was —
“Oh f-fuck,” Lisa let out, her eyes rolling back.
Her body tightened, her walls squeezing your length as her orgasm hit like an ocean wave on a stormy night. You weren't far behind, in fact as she shuddered against you you continued to thrust into her tight pussy. You buried yourself deep inside of her when your own release finally hit, painting her insides with your seed.
By the end of it you were utterly spent. And you weren't the only one either. Lisa slumped against the sink, letting it support her weight.
"I think I...I need a few minutes," she babbled.
Jennie licked her fingers, cleaning them of her own release. "Don't worry, stud. I'll take it from here. You go back before Jisoo really starts to ask questions."
You could only nod dumbly as your cock slipped out of Lisa, your cum seeping out of her hole. Needless to say, this had been one hell of a reunion.
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𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 - 𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙮
paring: ethanxfem!reader.
warnings: implication of murder. blood. ethan being the worst best person on the planet. manipulation. character death. spoilers!!
listen: smooth operator by sade
notes: your honor he’s innocent!!
‘congratulations you’ve been accepted to blackmore university’. the letter in your hand reads. you couldn’t help but smile a bit. you were finally getting out of woodsboro. you wanted nothing to do with this hell hole anymore.
being almost brutally murdered by one of your closest friends was definitely not on your bucket list. but hey you couldn’t complain, at least you made it out alive.
similar to tara, you didn’t really like to acknowledge what happened to you back home. you wanted to forget about everything. but the feeling you were being watched never left you.
for weeks on end after, you suffered from panic attacks. you refused to be alone, afraid that phone would ring and in one clean sweep, your life would be over. you’d be damned if you faced the same fate as your foes.
you moved into your apartment with tara and sam, along with your roommate quinn, on campus not long after that, mindy and chad also attending the same school. you were glad your friends were there not only just for you, but for each other. you all had been through a lot together, instantly turning you all from a group, into a family.
you were sat in tara’s room as she hung her clothes in her closet, the comfortable silence filling the air as you spoke “do you think it’s over?” tara didn’t say anything as she stopped what she was doing, gripping onto the shirt in her hand. she just sighed and looked at you, shrugging and moving to sit down next to you. “that’s behind us and you know it..” she tried her hardest to empathize with you but tara hated living in the past of what happened to you all.
you couldn’t help but disagree, the fact you did showed in your expression. while she was right, you didn’t like the fact your friend was so okay with pushing down what happened to her. you cut the conversation short , not wanting to egg her on, squeezing her into a hug and sighing. “we’re safe now, we can live our lives normally.”
but oh were you so wrong.
you met ethan shortly after you moved to new york. you were walking to your debate ethics class when you bumped into someone, quickly pulling your headphone off to apologize.
‘oh im sorry-‘ ‘no it’s okay im sorry!’ you turned to meet the person you bumped into. you were met with a boy slightly taller than you, fluffy hair and the cutest face. ‘i-i’m ethan! sorry about that..i should’ve watched where i was going..’ his face turned red as he scratched the back of his head.
you found the boy cute. he reminded you of a puppy. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. ‘no really it’s okay, it was my fault. i’m (y/n)’ you held your hand out, watching as he hesitantly shook it.
ew. his palms were sweaty. but aw, he was nervous.
from that point on you and ethan became inseparable. you both constantly went out to movies and cafes. he even came over for study time at your apartment! you really liked ethan and all of your friends could tell he really liked you too.
it was a random night in october, the wind was chilly and the leaves scraped across the ground like nails on a chalk board. sam and tara were out shopping and quinn was over at some boys dorm. you seriously couldn’t keep up with that girl.
your roommates absences left you alone in the apartment. that same feeling of being watched crept up on you slowly as the wind blew more and more through the open window in the living room.
you sucked your teeth as you pushed yourself from the couch, going to shut the window. as you looked outside you swore you could’ve seen the frame of a black cloak disappear into the distance. your blood ran cold as you just shut the window and locked it. “nope nope nope fuck that-“ *RING RING RING* your phone rang, vibrating on the table.
shit. you stalked over to the table where your phone sat, your heart practically beating out of your chest. you knew better than to answer the phone, so you just let it ring, not even going to check who it was. you didn’t even want to know.
you sighed as the ringing stopped, just for it to pick up once more. you mumbled slightly before picking up the phone, seeing it was richies contact. how is that even possible? richie died. you just held the phone to your ear as you spoke, “hello?” “hello (y/n)..miss me?” you could’ve passed out right then and there. that same voice that tormented you and your friends for days was back. you just stomped to the knife block as you spoke once more.
“i fucked you up once , im not afraid to do it again..” you grabbed the largest knife you could, power walking your way through the apartment. “relax sweet thing..i’m not at your place..i just wanna..talk..” you just rolled your eyes at the name and gripped your phone tightly in your hand. “listen you sick piece of shit, leave me and my friends alone or else i’ll-“ “or else you’ll what? kill me and run away like a coward?! now shut up and listen.” you went silent, not really believing his words about not being in your apartment.
“you know you’re really pretty right..? i’m always watching you..always..” the voice calls, chuckling and sighing as you were horrified. your theory was correct. “god what i wouldn’t give to see you scream for me” you could hear that asshole smirk over the phone. you just scoffed and gripped the knife tighter, making your way through your apartment for the second time, really making sure he wasn’t playing tricks on you. “who the hell even are you..” you asked, pushing open a door and making your way through it.
“ah ah ah- we’ll save that for our next conversation..until then pretty girl..also..chilly night we’re having isn’t it?” then the line went dead. you quickly moved to call sam, shakily dialing her number as you paced the floor, biting your thumb as you tried your best not to cry.
when the sisters bursted into the door, you immediately broke down in tears, crying into sam’s shoulder as she brought you into a hug. you looked to tara as she gave you a sad, worried, almost terrified look. “tara..ignore everything i said..”
this isn’t over.
the next day you were on edge, hesitant to even step foot out of your dorm. you laid in bed , staring at your ceiling fan as it spun around, trying to distract yourself from what happened the previous night.
the only noise that can be heard was the sound of your fan and your jagged breathing. suddenly your phone rang, again. you quickly turned over to silence it, trying to forget that it’s even there. but seeing richies contact and picture pop up was enough to send chills down your spine.
you took a deep breath before answering the phone. “calling me in broad daylight? you’re getting bolder by the second” you spoke into the phone. “relax pretty girl, i just wanna talk to you” the raspy voice came back to you. you just huffed and rolled your eyes. “we aren’t leisurely friends. you’re actively trying to kill me and mine.”
“be happy i’m taking the time to speak to you instead of killing your friends one by one.”
you just huffed as you got out of bed. “what the hell do you even want?!” you’re growing frustrated. why is this killer talking to you like you both are friends. “i missed hearing your voice beautiful. it’s not often i come across a girl as pretty as you. it makes me wanna hurt you even more”
you turned your face up in disgust. is this fucker really flirting with you right now. “are you fucking serious-“ “i’d also be careful about sam and all..i heard that serial killer stuff..runs in the family. who knows, maybe one day she’ll snap and kill you all.” the voice chuckles.
sam? never sam, she doesn’t want to be like her father. “sam would never-“ “don’t bank on it.” then the line went dead.
this went on for days. the same person calling, taunting you, feeding you information that seemed believable after a while.
maybe sam really was setting you up. maybe she really did want to kill you.
you found yourself finding comfort in a killer. even waiting and anticipating their calls.
you didn’t know if what you were feeling was right or utterly wrong. so you brought it up to ethan.
the boy was laying on your chest, as he always did when he came over to your dorm. you ran a hand through his hair as you spoke. “ethan can i trust you with something?”
the boy looked up at you and hummed in response. “is it bad that i’m attracted to a killer?” you expected the boy to have a greater reaction than the shrug he gave you. “i mean if you’re into that sort of thing-“ “ethan stop i’m serious” you sat up, looking at him.
“i genuinely think sam is out to get all of us, you included” the boy just sighed and pulled you into his arms. his reactions were concerning you. how was he so calm?
you looked up to ethan and noticed the look he was giving you. it sent chills down your spine. he looked like he wanted to strangle you. you scanned his face quickly before snapping your fingers in front of his face, breaking him out of whatever look he was giving you. “ethan..you okay?” you asked, looking at him. the boy just looks down and nods.
“mindy it’s strange- the killer is here he just hasn’t done anything-“ “woah woah woah run that back- you’ve been talking to the killer, the one who tried to murder ALL of us last year, he hasn’t attacked you- and you’ve grown fond of him? (y/n) what the hell” mindy crossed her arms, a disappointed look across her face. “i don’t know if it’s a him or her- mindy i don’t know okay! and ethan was acting really strange when i told him about it..”
mindy scrunched her face up as she looked at you. “ethan..he’s at the top of my list! i’ve always suspected he was the killer!”
“woah woah woah mindy, it can’t be ethan! ethan’s too sweet for all of that- plus-“ “remember what i said? never trust the love interest”
later that night anika was murdered. she fell from the ladder that stretches from across your apartment to sam’s boyfriends danny’s apartment.
and she was right. never trust the love interest.
you stood beside tara, your mouth dropping in pure horror as ethan revealed himself as the second ghostface killer.
“ethan..” you breathed out, tears streaming down your cheeks.
ethan just gave you a look of fake sympathy before laughing. “god (y/n)! you made it so easy! for me” he pointed the knife in your direction. “a few phone calls, a bit of sweet talking and i had you wrapped around my finger! just like that!”
your swear your heart stopped. it was ethan this whole time. “no..no no no..” “yes..believe it pretty girl”
your world was spinning in two. the boy you were slowly falling in love with was a killer the whole time.
you didn’t have time to think before ethan charged at you with his knife, slicing a deep slash in your arm. you let out a loud scream as you quickly applied pressure to the wound, the thick metallic smell filling your nose. a smell you were familiar with.
you quickly ran away as ethan chased you down, somehow dodging his many attempts to stab you.
as you stood in front of him, near the brink of sobbing, blood coating your arm and hand, you asked; “why- i thought you liked me-“ “liked you?! no no no pretty girl. you got it all wrong..i never liked you..i liked the idea of you. guess you can say i played the part well. the sweet boy next door. the lover you can cry to? god you’re so pathetic” ethan just laughs.
you felt your heart breaking into two as he continued
“falling for a killer over the phone! who knew it would be so easy..gaining your trust so easy..making you doubt sam- it’s perfect” ethan lunged at you, tackling you down to the floor, easily taking you down and raising his knife above your heart. “it’s a shame i gotta kill you, because you’re so pretty” ethan grinned, moving to lower the knife but stopping.
you watched as blood began to pool at his mouth, his body shaking like a leaf as he dropped the knife, his body falling over yours.
holy shit. ethan landry was dead.
you quickly pushed him off of you and scurried away, looking to see who was behind him.
it was sam, her fathers knife in her hand. you blinked at sam as she stalked towards you, knife still in her hand. maybe this really was the end. you were surprised to see her hand extended towards you, a small smile on her face.
okay so sam didn’t wanna kill you. fantastic.
you walked out with sam to meet tara. you looked to the side to see detective bailey, dead. that was new.
you cringed at the sight before sitting down next to them, your body aching.
“so it was ethan the whole time huh?” tara turned to you. you just nodded and leaned back. “yeah..he sure knew how to sweet talk a girl.”
the three of you just laughed, pushing yourselves up and leaving the theater, the light from outside was almost blinding.
your brain flashed back to that night in the apartment. it was ethan the whole time. he murdered anika, and tried to kill you too. sick bastard shook her to her death. why kick a girl when she’s already down? the image of her bloody body hitting the cold, hard ground still engraved in your mind.
you just squinted as you let out a sad sigh. never would you have guessed it was ethan behind this. never in a million years. but once again luck was on your side.
you made it out alive.
#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry scream#ethan landry scream vi#scream vi#scream x reader#scream#jack champion#jack champion x reader#ethan landry x you#ethan landry x y/n
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Hello Again! Another request of Tfp Bot Buddy w/ SG! Arachnid
Meeting the Autobot humans, Kids and/or Adults, and what would be their reactions/interactions to Buddy.
(Maybe somehow the Cons managed to capture the humans and took them to the Nemesis)
And/or the reactions/interactions of Autobots
You can also make them as a separate parts of this request
Buddy is thinking about putting a name tag so bots and cons stop thinking she's Arachnid.
Hope you enjoy!
Bot Buddy with the personality of SG! Arachnid meting the kids
SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader
TFP
Buddy was doing her normal routine on the Nemesis when Starscream threw three different glass cylinders at her.
Thankful for her extra limbs she caught all of them.
She looked closer and recognized the 3 Autobot humans inside.
They all looked surprised to see her.
“Make sure the humans don’t escape!”--Starscream
Buddy looks at the human’s uneasy faces.
“Commander? If I may be so bold, what are you and Megatron planning on doing with them?”--Buddy
“That is none of your concern! They will serve their purposes soon enough. Shockwave will be getting them soon enough.”--Starscream
Starscream turns on his heels and walks out of the room.
Buddy blinks looking at the slightly frightened humans.
“…Yeah, not going to happen.”—Buddy
Buddy knew as she was probably a temporary caretaker until they were sent to some other less gentle con.
They needed to get out of here.
But how
It was at that moment a massive power surge went off.
All the cameras were off, and the lighting was dimmed.
Too many Cons were running around trying to keep the ship floating.
Perfect.
Buddy carefully grabs the humans from out of the canister.
“Just you wait Arachnid! When Bulk shows up, he’s gonna—”--Miko
“Shush! We don’t want the others knowing that your escape now. And also, common mistake, I’m not Arachnid.”--Buddy
“You’re not?”--Jack
“No, my designation is Buddy—”--Buddy
“Buddy?”--Raf
“Matches my personality, now, how do you all feel about tight space?”—Buddy
She opened one of her subspaces and carefully placed the humans in there before running into the chaos of the ship. Cautiously, she reached one of the flight decks and transformed into her helicopter mode and flew up as the Nemesis descended slowly.
The kids watched from the cockpit as the descending ship grew smaller and smaller as Buddy flew off.
She landed in a nearby wooded area and let the kids out.
“Your friends will find you here. Now before I go—”--Buddy
“You’re leaving already?”--Raf
“What too chicken to stay?”--Miko
“It’s more of a safety measure. My team is going to wonder why I’m taking so long to get to my post, even more when I have to tell them you escaped via Autobot bridge. It’ll get me on cleaning duties for a while, but it could be worse.”--Buddy
“Why are you helping us?”--Jack
“…Your planet has nothing to do with our war and personally, I’ve grown a bit fond of this place. Farwell humans!”--Buddy
Buddy flies off just as the Autobots arrived.
The three humans just look at the helicopter disappearing in the horizon wondering if they will meet her one day.
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You Got It
Bada Lee x Reader
Synopsis:
Reader can’t dance, but goes to Bada Lee’s dance class and instead of learning how to dance, falls for Ms Bada Lee… literally.
You don’t know how to dance.
It’s possible that you may be the least coordinated person on the planet. You can barely walk without tripping on your own two feet. So when your best friend that you’ve known your entire life, Gigi, asks you to come to a dance class with her, you laugh at her ridiculous request.
“Don’t be stupid, Gi. You know I can’t dance, that’s so embarrassing,” your face reddens at the mere thought of dancing in front of other people.
You would think that, as your best friend, she of all people should know that you’re the last person to bring to a dance class… but apparently not. “Please y/n! This is Bada Lee’s class and her classes always sell out!”
You have a slight idea who Bada Lee is, purely due to the obsession your best friend has with her choreographies and the extensive hours you’ve spent, some may say unwillingly, watching her dance videos and tiktoks due to Gigi.
“Come on y/n,” she whines, “we’re not going to be in Korea forever, this could be an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”
You watch the way Gigi falls to her knees, begging you with her puppy dog eyes, and you can’t help but groan out an, “oh my god, when is it?”
“At 5…,” she trails off while tightening her lips, “…today.”
“No. No way.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Time Skip - - - - - - - - - - - - -
You find yourself standing outside a building with an excited Gigi, who is barely able to contain herself.
JustJerk Dance Academy
The massive sign is almost teasing you and your lack of skills on the dance floor. Your stomach is sinking the more you look at it in disbelief, not able to recall how Gigi managed to drag you to the dance class.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” you slap your hand to your mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gigi rolls her eyes as she grabs your wrist and drags you inside with a small, “you’re so dramatic.”
When you enter the building you can hear faint music coming behind the door that has a smaller sign of the dance academy. You honestly felt like at this point the entire world was making fun of the fact that you can’t dance.
You’re far too in your own head, trying to come up with ways to get out of this, to realise that you and Gigi have made it past the receptionist and into the actual studio. The first thing you notice is how busy the studio seems. There are people dancing, others getting ready to dance, and others who are just talking amongst themselves.
“I want to die,” you think to yourself as you and Gigi make your way to the back of the studio.
A tugging on your sleeve interrupts your wishes for death as Gigi whispers excitedly, “there she is! There’s Bada!”
Your eyes follow the direction of her head nod, landing on a woman with two-coloured hair under a bucket hat, who is dressed tomboyish but trendy. She’s talking to a guy, who is dressed in all black, but her aura dominates the studio. Even if you didn’t have a single clue who Bada was, you’d easily assume that she was the leader of this dance class.
She’s extremely attractive. The way she holds herself and her appearance can only really be described as handsome, but you weren’t exactly sure why you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off her.
The music started to fade away and Bada started to speak in Korean. “Now would be a really good time to know Korean,” you let out a sigh before turning to Gigi to see what the dancer had said.
“She’s going to show the choreography we’re going to learn first and then she’ll teach us the moves.”
“Great,” you whisper back. You actually wanted to disappear from the world at the thought of dancing, praying to any higher power that no one pays attention to you and that you stay on your feet the whole time.
As the crowd separates, Bada and four guys enter the centre and music starts playing. You recognise it to be You Got It by Vedo, a song that you quite vibed with.
Your mouth immediately drops as you watch Bada dance, barely paying attention to the guys behind her.
It’s as if a wave of hypnosis had come over you because your entire being was set on the dancing woman in front of you and you couldn’t focus on anything else in the studio. Your body was in shock and your mind drew a blank, you were literally malfunctioning.
When the guys left and Bada danced alone, you felt your heart skip a beat… or two. And that was just from watching her dance. Before you completely lost function of your own body, you wiped your mouth and closed it before you started drooling all over the floor.
“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?”
Gigi let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “I’m sure you’ll be fine y/n.”
…
It was safe to say that you were not fine.
The moves were too advanced for you to follow along, and the class was progressing to quickly as well. However, while you were struggling to barely keep up, Gigi was having the time of her life.
You decided that you deserved a little break and sat against the back wall, gulping down water like your life depended on it (which it very much felt like it did) while mentally cursing Gigi and her future bloodline.
Being so deep in your thoughts of hating on your best friend for making you go through modern torture, you didn’t notice a foreign presence sit down next to you.
“Are you okay?”
An accented voice pulls you to reality. You turn your head to see the one person you didn’t want to notice you this whole time.
“Oh fuck me.”
Bada Lee was staring at you with a soft smile, her head slightly tilted as if she were interested in you and your presence in her class. And that’s exactly what she was. Interested.
As soon as you had stepped foot into her studio, she couldn’t help but notice you. You were the only foreigner in her class. She also couldn’t help but notice how you made a beeline to the back of the studio, nor could she ignore the way you were mesmerised with her dancing.
When she started teaching the choreography, she spared glances to you, possible due to her height that towered many of the dancers there.
She saw you struggling to keep up and how clueless you looked whenever a dance move was introduced, and how you would laugh at every mistake you made (and you made a lot). Bada thought you were cute in a clueless way, almost seeing you as a challenge as there isn’t one person she hasn’t been able to teach dancing.
Maybe that’s why she found herself looking at you more than the other dancers in her class, or why she found herself making her way to you when she noticed you were on the floor.
You were a challenge.
And maybe that’s why she offered to teach you the choreography 1-on-1 in a different room. No other reason…
“Oh I can’t dance,” you chuckle as Bada lifts herself off the ground.
“We can change that,” she smirks at you with a mischievous look in her eye, reaching out a hand that you hesitantly take, being pulled up with ease.
You follow her out of the studio and into a different one across the hall, where it was just the two of you. As you looked around the room awkwardly, avoiding any chance of eye contact with Bada, she couldn’t take her eyes off you. The dancer had previously been interested in a few people in her lifetime, but they were all different from you.
Korean and confident in a dance studio.
Two things you weren’t. Yet, Bada couldn’t help but feel some sort of pull to you that she couldn’t explain. So she kept telling herself that it’s simply because you can’t dance, and she’s such a talented dancer herself that she can help anyone. Even someone as uncoordinated as you.
“Let’s just begin from the very start, yeah?” Bada smiles, looking at you through the mirror.
You finally make eye contact with her, adding a shy smile of your own, “okay.”
The next twenty minutes was spent with Bada teaching you the choreography very patiently. As you messed up, she assured you that you’re fine and simply helped you with what you couldn’t do. However, you didn’t know how but Bada had ended up behind you with her hands on you correcting your form. You could feel her warm breath on your neck, in the mirror you could she was bent down a little and you weren’t short yourself but Bada still held a good bit of height on you.
Feeling the dancer’s front against your back, your mind started racing with a million thoughts per second. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
As you tried to do a move with foot work, the universe was simply not on your side as the next thing you know you’re tripping over thin air and closing your eyes, letting out a yelp as you feel an impact with the hard ground. You groan a bit as slight pain rushes through your back, but it’s nothing compared to when you opened your eyes to find Bada right on top of you. Clumsy you of course managed to not only trip yourself on nothing, but you also tripped Bada.
If you thought she was close to you before, that was nothing compared to her proximity to you now. Your eyes widen and your cheeks redden as you stare into her eyes, and she stares into yours. Your noses gently brush each others as you slightly tilt your head, and your breaths mix, enveloping each other.
“You weren’t lying when you said you can’t dance,” Bada let’s out a small chuckle, still holding herself slightly above you.
Your pretty sure your face is comparable to a tomato now and you laugh, “no, no I wasn’t lying.”
The synergy between you two are engulfing the entire studio as you both don’t move from your intimate position. Questions of the unknown run through both of your minds, as temptation of wading through these uncharted waters flow through your hearts.
It seems like an eternity before Bada speaks up charmingly, her eyes darting between your eyes and your lips, “maybe you can give me your number… for you know, more dance lessons?”
With red cheeks and glistening eyes, you smile shyly.
“You got it.”
helloooo !!
if you’ve made it this far than i would like to thank you so much for reading. this is my first time writing something like this so i apologise if it’s bad, i’m learning as i go.
i haven’t proofread and i probably won’t, so again, apologies for any mistakes lmao.
anyways, hope y’all enjoyed this little one shot and let me know if you have any requests!
lots of love,
j <3
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It Was Just a Joke || J.S.
Warnings: A few innuendos, nothing bad
Word Count: 1.2k
Masterlist
Jake Seresin was a complete pain in your ass. He was over confident, smug, and pretty much your least favorite person on the planet. At least that's what you told yourself. You refused to admit just how much attraction you felt towards the blonde, just how much you enjoyed the shameless flirting and attention he aimed at you. You would rather die than allow anyone to realize that.
You were deeply lost in thought, zoned out entirely as a few members of your team huddled around the pool table in front of you. It took Jake a few tries before he finally snapped you out of it, your head turning to face him.
"Are you even paying attention over there, sweetheart?" Jake asked, his infamous smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "To you? Almost never," you shot back without missing a beat, bringing the beer you cradled up to your lips. Jake chuckled, handing his pool stick off to Coyote before taking the seat next to yours. You nearly rolled your eyes as his arm landed on the back of your chair; body turned to face you as he got comfortable.
"We both know that's not true, don't we?" He prodded, cocking an eyebrow as he watched you drink slowly, trying desperatly to keep your mind in check. "I'm sure there's plenty of people here that would be more than willing to give me attention," you replied, shrugging your shoulders casually before looking at him, raising an eyebrow of your own when you noticed the flash of jealousy on his features, the look disappearing just as fast as it had appeared.
"Sure, you do, but it feels so much better when it comes from me," Jake said with a wink, earning a chuckle from you. "Then how about instead of just flirting with me, you actually make a move?" The words fell quickly from your mouth, making you choke down your regret once you realized what you said. You let yourself relax a little as Jake laughed, resting a hand on your thigh and lightly squeezing the skin there. The touch sent warmth through your entire body, making your cheeks flush slightly.
"Got quite a mouth on you, don't you, sugar?" Jake asked, letting his smile grow wider. His other hand came up to caress your cheek, fingers gently tracing your jawline. Your breath hitched slightly, the sensation of his fingertips on your skin causing goosebumps to form. You felt him lean closer until he was mere centimeters away from your face, your heart hammering inside of your chest as he whispered into your ear.
"What if I did want to make a move?"
Your brain seemed to stop working. You wanted nothing more than to shoot back some remark to Jake, but you were blanking, his soft touch almost being too much for you to handle. If this wasn't torture, then what could possibly be?
He must have sensed how nervous you'd become, because he leaned back just enough so he could meet your gaze properly. You didn't think you'd ever hated someone as much as you hated Jake Seresin right now.
"It was just a joke, darlin," he whispered, his voice low and deep yet smooth. You felt like you should be offended by the way it sounded, or at least taken aback by how close the man sitting next to you was. But all you could feel was anger. Angry at him for making you question your actions, angry at yourself for letting your true feelings come to light. Angry at fate for sending you this asshole to torment you.
With one quick motion, you pushed Jake's hand off of your thigh and stood, trying your best to keep your frustration out of your voice. "You're right, it was just a joke," you said, keeping your tone steady. "I'm gonna head out." You ignored Jake's confused expression as you walked away from the game, the noise of laughter coming from the men behind you only barely registering as you tried to get your heartbeat under control.
Once outside, you took several deep breaths, trying desperately to calm down. What the hell had gotten into you? You were usually composed, logical, and level headed. But when Jake came near you, everything seemed to go haywire. You hated that you let Jake have so much affect over you. How could you act so stupid when every fiber of your being knew that it all meant absolutely nothing?
You almost didn't hear the calling of your name as you neared your car, completely oblivious to the man chasing after you. "Hey!" You heard him yell, reaching out for your wrist. You tried wrenching your arm out of his grip only for him to pull harder. You turned towards him, seeing that he had a determined set to his jaw. You looked him straight in the eye, feeling the anger bubbling inside of you again.
"Leave me alone, Jake." You said, attempting to pull your arm free once more. "Come on, sweetheart. At least explain to me what the hell just happened," he insisted, not budging on his pursuit to get you to talk. You knew there wasn't a way out of this conversation, Jake was nothing if not persistant. He wouldn't leave until he was satisfied.
"Is it all really just some dumb joke to you?" You asked, unable to hide the bite in your voice. He looked taken aback, nearly doing a double take as he reigstered your question. You eventually grew tired of the silence surrounding you two and attempted to pull your arm out of his grasp, letting out a small gasp when he pulled you back with enough force that you fell against his body.
"What are you doing?!" You shouted against his chest, pushing against his chest in attempt to get away from him. Unfortunately for you, he was much stronger than you were, his arms easily keeping you trapped against his chest.
"I didn't know it wasn't that for you," he finally spoke, his voice quiet and you stilled against him. You didn't fight his actions this time as he hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your head up to meet his intense gaze. "It was at first, I-I don't know what happened," you whispered, finally coming to terms with how strong your feelings for the man had grown. No matter how much you denied it, the truth was undeniable.
He kissed you, and you couldn't help but melt into his embrace. There was no hesitation as he deepened the kiss, his hands running up along your back as he held you tight against him. You melted into the warmth emanating from his skin and your mind started whirling with thoughts. All you could think about was his lips against yours and the prospect of him harboring the same feelings you had been.
He finally pulled away breathing heavy as he stared down at you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. "Is this enough of a move for you?" He spoke, a teasing lilt to his tone which caused a small giggle to slip from your lips. "I don't know, you might need to come home with me and try again." You teased back and he chuckled lightly in response, leaning down to capture your lips again.
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In the Stars (Poe Dameron x Jedi!f!reader)
Summary: It took all your strength to save Poe Dameron. As you lay unconscious in the medbay, his real feelings come out. (Happy ending, don't worry) (For this request) ~1,500 words
Angst
Pairings: Poe Dameron x Jedi!f!reader
Warnings: Mentions of death, Star Wars version of a coma, coworkers with benefits situation, allusions to sex, extremely unedited
A/N: When this request came, I was instantly in love with it. I do have a few song recs to go along with it if you like that thing: In the Stars (Benson Boone) - yes the story is named after this song, Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol), Somewhere Only We Know (Artist of your choice... personally I listen to the Glee version... don’t judge)
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He should have told you the truth. That’s all Poe can think as he sits beside your unconscious form with his trembling hands and foggy eyes and struggles to keep himself composed.
When he’d seen the bomb with it’s red light blinking faster and faster, it was so close he knew there would be no escaping the blast. So he had thought of you. He’d thought of your quiet movements as you snuck out of his room, of that disapproving look you always gave him after he did something particularly stupid, of those fleeting glances you shared passing each other in the hallway. Everything about the relationship you two shared promised to someday be something more than casual fuck buddies. Poe Dameron was, quite simply, in love with you, and you, quite simply, were in love with Poe Dameron.
That’s what he’d thought about as the red light continued to flash - how much he loved you. And through the Force you had sensed his love and fear and had reached out across the planet with all your strength to contain the blast of the bomb. You had saved his life, but maybe at the cost of your own.
“It’s been more than a week.” Rey’s touch on his shoulder startles him from his vigil.
“I know,” Poe snaps back harshly, then brokenly repeats the words almost to himself. “I know.”
“They want to talk about taking her off the machines,” Rey broaches the subject empathetically, hating it nearly as much as Poe. You had been her training partner, one of her best friends, her fellow Jedi, and now you showed no signs of waking up.
Poe shuts his eyes and lets the tears come. The warm liquid spills down his cheeks. He hasn’t shaved in days, and the tears catch in the scruff of his beard until he swipes them away.
“The night before the battle, she told me she had feelings for me,” Poe whispers, again speaking mostly to himself as if telling the story again will make the truth hurt less. “We’d been hooking up for months, and she finally told me the truth. And do you know what I did, Rey?” His voice gets louder with each word. “Do you know what I did?”
Poe is watching you dress and gather your things. Tomorrow it all ends, one way or the other, and even as he’s sprawled lazily in bed, you are trying to work up the courage to confess the feelings that had recently surfaced. Well, not recently. They had always been there, swirling under that surface of a strictly physical relationship. You suspected Poe felt the same, and even if he didn’t, you could both be dead this time tomorrow. What was there to lose?
“Poe.” Your voice wavers slightly, and he cocks an eyebrow. He tucks his hands behind his head, unintentionally flexing his muscled arms and chest. “I wanted you to know, before tomorrow, I uh… I have- I caught feelings. And maybe um… maybe- maybe we could grab drinks? If we survive I mean.”
You laugh nervously to cut the tension, but it is as thick as it has ever been between you. Poe is just staring, his cocky, self-assured demeanor immediately disappearing. You shift your weight from one foot to the other and swallow hard. So he doesn’t feel the same, or at least, that’s what you imagine his silence to mean.
“I didn’t,” he lies right to your face. “Catch feelings, I mean.”
The last thing either of you need is to be thinking about each other in the midst of a battle. There’s a war on, a war that ends tomorrow, and it’s not the time for love. You’d be a distraction to each other, and he can’t have that. It will get you both killed. Instinct to keep you safe pours venom into his next words.
“I enjoyed the sex, but that’s all it ever was for me. You’re a good lay.”
Poe watches your face fall at his lie. Your lips turn down ever so slightly. You blink rapidly a few times. Your fingers tug nervously at the hem of your shirt. But even as he fixes you with an emotionless stare, you don’t feel any less in love with the handsome pilot.
Deep down, way far deep down, you know the rejection isn’t real, that he’s scared to love someone who might be dead tomorrow, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
“Right,” you whisper, a voice so meek and unlike you that it startles you. “Well it was fun, Dameron.”
“I told her she was a good lay,” Poe snarls the words out in a low voice, hating himself all the while. “I looked her in the eye and told her I enjoyed fucking her and that’s all it was.”
He looks away from Rey and back to you, hating that thrill of hope that shoots through his chest. Each time he looks away, that poisonous hope sneaks into his mind, whispering cruelly that maybe you will be awake when he looks back.
“You could tell her the truth now, Poe,” Rey offers the suggestion gently. She deflects Poe’s anger easily, knowing he’s not mad at anyone but himself. “Protocol says nine days. It’s almost time, so… think about saying goodbye.”
She leaves before Poe has time to respond, leaving him alone with you again. It feels pathetic to confess his love to your unconscious body, but maybe it’s the best opportunity he’ll ever get. Or the last opportunity he’ll ever get.
He takes your cold hand in his and gazes down at your face. Motionless. Beautiful.
“I lied,” he starts with his voice shaking. “I mean you are a good lay,” he laughs sadly, knowing you’d appreciate the joke if only you were awake to hear it. “But I caught feelings too. Actually, I always had feelings. That first night? I had feelings before that. Kind of pathetic, huh?”
Poe presses a long, soft kiss to your cheek then another to your temple.
“I used to watch you train with Rey. Not in a creepy way,” he laughs again, and the sound is garbled through tears. He’s sobbing openly now. “I was in awe. And when I saw you fly the first time, I think I fell in love right then. I should have told you. I should have told you.”
He repeats the word over and over as he presses his face into the curve of your neck.
“I’m sorry. I love you, and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”
Someone is touching the back of his head, their hand tangling in his dark curls. He hardly feels it.
“Poe?”
His face is uncharacteristically scratchy. How insane that your first waking thought is about his beard.
“I love you,” he repeats again and pressed closer. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you? I don’t want you to go. Please don’t go.”
Your skin is damp. He’s crying, you realize as you bring your other hand to his cheek. Maker, he’s tickling you with that beard. How long have you been out that he’s let it grow out so much?
“Poe.” You try to push his head back, but he only holds you tighter. “Poe Dameron. For fuck’s sake. I love you too you absolute idiot.”
That silences him.
Poe sits back. There is it again, that hope. But this time, it’s not poisoned. This time when his bloodshot eyes fall on you, your own eyes are wide open and staring up at him.
“You idiot!” He nearly shouts. “Don’t you ever do that again! I thought you were dead!”
“Sorry,” you offer with a shy smile.
“Don’t sorry me! I’ve hardly left this room! Finn literally dragged me to the fresher yesterday! I haven’t shaved! I thought I’d never get to see you again.
“All that for a good lay?” You smirk.
“That’s-” Poe’s jaw drops as you make the same joke he’d made earlier. Somehow it isn’t funny from your lips. “That’s not funny!”
“Okay, hey.” You reach for him and take his face between your hands, brushing that familiar escapee curl from his forehead. Maybe this wasn’t the time for a joke. “Poe, I’m alive. Look, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Poe leans his head down to press your foreheads together, wrapping his strong arms around you as he does.
“I-” he starts.
“It’s okay,” you interrupt as he hesitates. You spin a curl around your finger. “I heard you. It’s what brought me back.”
“I want to say it again though,” he says and locks your gaze together so you’re drowning in his warm eyes. “I love you.”
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How To Woo A Hot Principal
Step 16: Vulnerability
Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.
But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?
It's been a rough two weeks and I craved Larissa comfort. So enjoy! 🦐✨
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Chapter 15
Cross Posted on AO3 Here
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Larissa was busy. Which was fine! And understandable considering all the antics Wednesday has been up to recently. Her dedication to finding the monster that had attacked you was sweet, a little insane, but sweet. However, the way in which she was trying to find it was…unorthodox to say the least.
She had asked you almost a hundred different questions about the night you were attacked, not that you remembered much of use anyway. All you could remember was that you were in the woods (how far from the school you didn’t know), you had been crying so hard you hadn’t heard anything and that Marilyn had showed up very shortly after you were attacked…
Which was bothering you for two reasons. One was that if she had been close enough to be there right after you were attacked, why didn’t the monster attack her? Wednesday had hypothesized(her term not yours) that the monster had probably gotten spooked by a second person. It still didn’t sit right with you though.
And the second reason was that you had barely seen Marilyn since you were brought back to Nevermore. She had popped in briefly when you were unpacking to say hi and say she was glad you were doing better and then all but disappeared off the face of the planet. You know the two of you weren’t all that close but you honestly thought you’d at least see her around a bit.
You knew her and Larissa were close, she had told you about the long chats over many glasses of wine and their morning coffees together. And the two of them hadn’t stopped hanging out, not until Larissa went into full crisis(Wednesday) management mode. And it’s not like you spent all your time holes up in your room (anymore, not that Vlad allowed it in the first place). And with all the fucking walking around the Nevermore campus you were doing you really did not understand why you hadn’t seen her at least once.
So you decided you would try and find her today. Partially because, yes, you were lonely. But also because you wanted to thank her properly for saving your life. So you set out to find the funky lil redhead, vowing to yourself that you would find her before the end of the day.
Surprisingly she was in the first place you checked; the greenhouse. This did make you wonder if you were imagining her avoiding you. She was on the phone when you entered. She seemed to be in the middle of a heated argument with someone, hand gesturing wildly as she whisper-yelled at whoever it was she was speaking with. You stood awkwardly at the door, trying to figure out if you should stay or go.
Before you can make a decision the phone call is over and she's angrily sighing and shaking her head. You knock on the closed door behind you, hoping to announce your presence properly before stepping further into the greenhouse. At the sound she turns, rather swiftly. The look on her face goes from proper anger to shock, then to something you can’t name before swinging back around to anger again. You don’t even have a moment to open your mouth before she storms over to you, poking your chest with her finger.
“You! You just- you had to- and now I- UGH!” She groans, tears gathering in her eyes.
“Marilyn…?” You mumble, staring at her, confused as fuck.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know why I-“ she tries, stopping when her voice cracks.
She looks moments away from bursting into full-blown sobs. Her eyes are wet with unshed tears and her lower lip is trembling. She opens her mouth to speak again but you wrap your arms around her, enveloping the small woman in a hug. She does burst into tears then, hugging you back while burying her face in your neck. You pat her back, doing your best to soothe her.
She calms eventually, her cries dissolving into the occasional hiccup. She takes a step back from you, wiping at her eyes and letting out a shaky breath.
“Sorry..” she smiles, “I don’t-you shouldn’t have had to deal with that I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay. Are you okay though?” You ask.
She nods and sniffs, shooting you what you assume is meant to be a reassuring smile. You smile back at her, squeezing her shoulders.
“I’m fine, I mean I will be fine. Sorry. Is there- can I do anything for you?” She offers.
“I actually just uh wanted to chat to you. And thank you properly for you know saving my life and all.”
“Really you shouldn’t thank me. It was the least I could do…” her face falls for a second before she smiles, “Is there anything else? Sorry, I’ve got uhm-I have to head into town to pick up a plant delivery.”
“Oh…oh no. It’s- no it’s cool! I’ll just- I’ll leave you to it then,” you murmur.
You say your goodbyes, feeling a bit better when Marilyn suggests you get coffee sometime. When you leave the greenhouse you stand dumbly for a bit, trying to figure out what to do now. You figure it would be best to go back to your room. Your mood can’t get that much worse just by vibing in your room.
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Apparently, it could get worse. Much worse.
As it turns out dissociating in your room actually made you feel so much worse. You had ended up staring blankly at the really nice window you had while thinking back on all the ways life had gotten so fucked in the last few weeks. And then you ended up thinking about how your life had been fucked up the whole time. Which was a super fun little exercise to be doing before a physio session with Vlad.
And really Vlad was so sweet, really. So kind. However you felt like utter shit and he was making you do all these stupid, painful stretches that were making your scars and body ache. Which when combined with your already shit mental state leads to a rather terrible outburst.
“Come on kiddo just a few more of these,” he encourages you.
“I can’t.” You huff, wincing at the pain in your stomach.
“Sure you can kiddo. It’s just three more you got this-“
“No I fucking don’t! So can you just fucking let me breathe?!” You yell.
“Alright, let’s take a breath then-“
“No that’s not going to fucking help! Nothing is going to fucking help because things are just fucking fucked!” You end up kicking the nearest thing which just so happens to be a wall.
Which is how you end up sitting in the infirmary with a fucked foot and a dent in the wall you had taken your frustration out on. Turns out the vampire strength did not save your bones from being obliterated by concrete. The nurse had been very sweet, wrapping your foot and sending you on your way. Vlad had helped you back to your room, not asking any questions and leaving you with a simple ‘call if you need anything.’
And so you lay on your bed, frustrated and angry and hurt. You feel tears welling up in your eyes and get even more frustrated if that’s even possible. Part of you knows you’re just having a bad day, that these feelings will pass and you’ll be okay. But another, louder part of you says this is how things will always be.
That’s how Larissa finds you, laying on your back on your bed, foot wrapped in a lovely bandage, crying your eyes out. She silently takes off her heels, padding over to your bed and sitting herself next to you. She brushes some hair out of your face, smiling down at you.
“I hear you’re going around destroying property.” She hums.
“I’m sorry, I can- I can get it fixed and pay for the damage I-“
“Darling, I’m certain your toe suffered more damage than the wall. And even if you destroyed a wall you would never have to pay for it.” She reassured you, brushing the tears from your cheeks gently. “How’s your foot?”
“It’s fine, I was being ridiculous.” You grumble.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” she frowns, “do you want to talk about it?”
You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. You shrug, biting your lip as you sniffle.
“It’s fine I’m-I’ll be fine,” you croak.
“Talk to me darling,” she murmurs.
“I…” you try, not really sure where to start, “I don’t know I’m just…I just feel like- I just- everything is so overwhelming at the moment. I just- I feel like I’m drowning.”
Larissa taps your arm, gesturing for you to sit up. You do, a bit confused. You feel your heart melt when she shuffles behind you, pulling you to lie back against her. She wraps her arms around your stomach, squeezing you gently and pressing a kiss to the back of your head.
“Go on sweetheart,” she murmurs.
“I just-my whole life has been like flipped upside down. I mean I-I almost fucking died and-and then oh no wait I didn’t because it turns out I’m a vampire! Which is- I mean it’s really cool! And I’m not- I’m not upset or anything but…but my parents hid it from me my- my whole life and I-how am I supposed to feel about that? And my father is all high and mighty about it, pulling the ‘I was doing what was best for the family’ crap. And I can’t even fucking ask my mom about it because she’s-“
Your crying restarts in earnest then. You hide your face in your hands. Larissa holds you tighter, whispering soothing gentle words into your hair. She doesn’t ask any questions, simply holds you as you cry and reassures you that everything will be alright. It’s nice that you can just be with her, that she doesn’t expect anything from you. When you’ve calmed enough to speak again you continue.
“I can’t ask her about it because she’s dead. And she’s been dead for years and it still. I mean I went to therapy for it at the time. And I-it helped. But I-I keep wondering if- if she knew? If she- I mean she probably helped keep it a secret from me but…did she feel the way my dad does? Did she hate who I am too? Would she think I’m a monster?”
You sink further into Larissa’s embrace, grasping her hands with with of yours as you breathe shakily. She shuffles a bit, squeezing you again before she speaks.
“Your father is an idiot and a bastard for the way he treated you,” she whispers, “and I never knew your mother, so I won’t claim to know how she would feel. However, I do know you. And you are one of the kindest, most accepting, most lovely people I’ve ever met in my life. You’re always looking out for others, you’re always trying to help people. There’s nothing even remotely monstrous about you, my love.”
“You thought I was a monster though…” you mumble, bracing yourself for anger.
“I did,” she sighs shakily, resting her chin on your head, “and I-I can’t apologize enough for that. I need you to know that what I said, had nothing to do with who you are. I was-I took out my anger and fear on you. You’re not-there is absolutely nothing monstrous about you darling. And I will spend every moment of every day for the rest of my life trying to show you that.”
Your breath hitches at the sincerity in her voice. You awkwardly manoeuvre yourself to sit sideways between her legs, your foot preventing you from turning around completely. You stare up at her from where your head is resting against her arm, pouting and probably looking like a mess. But Larissa just smiles down at you, her face filled with so much love and adoration you feel the weight on your chest ease a little.
“I’m sorry-“ you start only to be interrupted when Larissa presses a finger to your lips.
“None of that now,” she chides, “you don’t need to apologize for feeling things. I’m so- I cannot express how much it means to me that you shared that with me. I know that one conversation isn’t going to solve your problems, but I promise I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. You know you can call me whenever you need alright?”
“But what if you’re busy I don’t want to bother you…”
“Nothing is more important than you darling.”
She says it with so much authority and sincerity that you genuinely forget how to breathe for a moment. She brushes a few more tears from your cheeks before kissing your forehead. It’s a bit awkward with the way you’re positioned. She chuckles at the noise of protest you let out when she adjusts the way she’s sitting.
“How about we go back to my quarters, get changed into more comfortable clothes and order some takeout? How does that sound darling?” She suggests.
“I-you don’t have to go through so much trouble for me Rissa.”
“I know I don’t. How about you let me anyway?” She grins.
Honestly, you don’t know what to say to that, and her cute grin makes your brain malfunction. So you nod up at her, your face flushing as she escorts you to her room.
And as you sit cuddled up to her later that evening, with her tracing abstract shapes on your arms, you truly feel like everything will be okay.
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Sephiroth x Reader (Fetal Protection)
He set the town ablaze, stood there watching the flames devour innocent smiles. His green eyes glowed - reflecting the fire before him. He turned around to become mist again only to feel someone latch onto the hem of his coat. He turned back with an ever so evil smirk holding firm the hand of a distressed woman with tears running down her face.
Sephiroth pulled her up to stand eye to eye with him “Ah you seem stronger than the fire…” as he held a tight grip on her hand “tell me your name” he demanded. She didn’t seem amused, she looked soft yet full of fiery determination- as she failed to yank her hand from his tight grip. “Won’t you tell me your name?” Sephiroth said once again calmly. She looked up calmly into this eyes, “why do you care?…I just want my house, and my life back” she whispered in pain. “You all will get a new life, a new land…that’s what mother wants” he exclaimed proudly. Sephiroth let go off his grip leaving a bruise on her wrist as he finally became Mako and disappeared.
Sephiroth paid no heed to the girl but turns out she had become a part of his destiny. The planet has its own wishes and to protect its dwellers already had the path set in stone for Sephiroth. There was nothing he could do to stop it, no amount of power could alter it.
xxx----time skip----xxx
Sephiroth saw her again after a few years, this time finding it peculiar to having seen the same person twice. He decided to take romantic interest in her, he conjured behind her and whispered "who are you?" she replied "y/n" she looked into his eyes mesmerized by the green forgetting all her hate. Soon after which she fell pregnant.
Sephiroth didn't know but could feel the presence of a very strong Mako accumulation. He could feel it from her, but still a little unsure he decided to carry on wreaking carnage, as y/n lived alone. Y/n didn't tell him about her pregnancy because she didn't think he would care and even if he did it would only put the life of her child in danger.
xxx---time skip --- xxx
Hojo had been researching his toys and using some of his DNA, wanted to track sephiroth down, but instead his radar led to y/n. Intrigued by this discovery he sent some of his soldiers out to capture y/n.
Going about her day peacefully, y/n was walking back home from the nearby shop in the evening when she got surrounded by Shinra soldiers. Screaming for help she topples back as one tries to man handle her. As she fell, the world seemed to slow down around her, she knew her child would die from the impact. y/n closed her eyes accepting the end just as a flash of green surrounded her.
y/n fell softly in someones arms, opening her eyes she saw a young man. In his late teens, bright green eyes and short white hair swept to the side. He has a small sympathetic smile on his face as he helped y/n stand up on her feet. The soldiers who surrounded them were now unconscious or dead. He held y/n hand and silently walked in the direction of her house, she didn't say a word because somewhere in her heart she knew who this was.
At reaching her front gate he hugged her and as y/n closed her eyes in his warm embrace he disappeared. She touched her womb and giggled. Her son had conjured from the future to protect his mother just how Sephiroth fights for his own mother. She thought to herself father like son and went on with her day.
Your Protector,
Admin Sav
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[blessing]
pairing: jungwon x reader
genre: angst, slight fluff, vent, comfort post
warnings: depression, anxiety, feelings of self doubt and worthlessness,
synopsis: drowning in an ocean of pain, jungwon is there to pull you up (a reminder that you are loved just incase you’ve forgotten)
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it’s often that you find yourself on the floor of your bedroom, soaking into the carpet, drowning in your own anxiety and self pity. with your mind racing 100mph, it’s hard to not question your worth in the world.
have your friend’s not contacted you to give you space, or had they forgotten about you? or do they simply not care? does anyone miss you? does anyone notice you’re gone, drifting into the floor of your bedroom?
truth be told, you wouldn’t blame your friends for not caring, you’ve never been a very memorable person. you’re sure that if your presence was dusted off the face of the earth, no one would care. you’re as forgettable as the dust bunnies sitting under the bed. you’re sure the sun would shine as always, the earth would orbit as always, birds would sing, children would laugh, lovers would love, everything would move on without a hitch, not a single spare glance to disappearance of your burdensome presence.
it’s always at these moments that jungwon comes through the door, a worried look painting his face because he knows when he calls your name downstairs and you don’t answer you’re probably sulking in the bedroom.
you wonder if jungwon would be better off without you.
you, his below average girlfriend that he has to take care of because she’s emotionally unstable. he’s out of your league, you’re undeserving of him. you’re not pretty, you’re not special, you’re not a star in the sky shining brightly down on him, you’re just you, a speck of dust on the earth’s surface.
you wonder why he loves you.
you wonder how he could love you, someone as pathetic as yourself.
“that’s not true” jungwon looks down at you, aghast at what you’ve just said. the words had come to your mind and tumbled out of your mouth so fast you hadn’t even realized you were talking. and there’s no point in taking it back now, he knows you mean it.
“how could you say that? you’re so special to me…you matter to me more than anything” he pulls you in his big, warm arms so tight, as if he’s scared that if he lets you go you’ll disappear forever, which is, perhaps, a valid fear.
gently pulling you into his lap, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose into your shoulder and leaving tiny kiss on your neck.
“you know i love you so much, i don’t know what i’d do without you…nobody on earth means as much as you. every star could fall from the sky right now and i’d be fine, i have my star right here”
you chest begins to shake as your eyes gloss over and you look at yourselves in the mirror across the room.
“you’ve touched so many people, angel, i know. you’re a blessing to many, who could ever forget something as magical as you? don’t ever question your place in the world. there’s nobody else like you, that’s why people love you, and they do, truly. no matter how lonely it feels, there will always be someone who loves you unconditionally.”
he holds your shivering figure as you cry uncontrollably, turning around and hooking your arms around him as your hands cling to the back of his shirt. he carresses your back and leaves gentle kisses on the top of your head and he hopes you can feel it, the uncontrollable love he has pouring out for you and you only.
only for a blessing like you.
to jungwon and to many others, you’re an angel amongst the sea of humans one usually sees everyday. you’re a once in a lifetime experience, a sight to be fought over, a beauty to die over. meeting you is like discovering a new planet, a brand new paradise. you’re as refreshing as a cool and crisp summer breeze, as sweet as strawberry lemonade. you’re prettier than a diamond, and cuter than a kitten, your only flaw is how blind you are to how amazing you are. how people marvel at you, how they’re enchanted by you. you’re a national treasure, a once in a lifetime experience, an angel,
a blessing.
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Adam Warlock x OC
Part 1
Word Count: 1.556
Warnings: Adam being cute, fluff, slight angst
POV Seraphina
I've known Pete for a relatively long time and even though I said goodbye to the Guardians, I missed them all very much.
After Gamora left us and Thanos was finally defeated, my help was requested by my brother who I hadn't seen in a long time.
So I also left the Guardians, even though it was very difficult for me at the time. They were all very dear to me and I promised them that I would come back as soon as I was needed or my help was no longer needed by my brother.
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I slowly steered my spaceship to the well-known landing site that was kept free for me.
Pete had enlightened me about what had happened and I was glad that Rocket was fine now. After all, we were good friends and often exchanged ideas about technical things and what could be improved.
My ship finally landed and for a moment I just sat and let it all sink in. I considered this small planet and it's inhabitants to be home, even though my native home was actually light years away.
Here on this planet was my real family, friends who meant a lot to me. A smile graced my lips and I turned everything off to leave the ship.
Pete had just notified me of everything like he had done all along while I was gone so no one knew I was actually coming back. He had told me about the destruction of the city and I really wanted to help.
With steady steps, I made my way to meet the Guardians and tell them of my return.
POV Adam
Almost helpless, I watched the many people who tried to rebuild their city and did everything to help them.
After I pulled Peter out of space and rescued him, a lot of people seemed to trust me more and give me another chance as well. Still, I couldn't deny that I felt kind of alone. Everyone had someone they knew or got along with.
I didn't really know anyone.
Mantis assured me that I would find my place but I wasn't so sure. My mother often spoke of a person who formed our other side. To which one belonged and which gave one the feeling of safety and security.
Did I also have such a person?
I continued to stroll through one of the streets and only looked up when I heard a bright laugh. My gaze fell on Peter who seemed to be hugging an unknown woman. The two knew each other well and began to talk quickly.
I stared at them both rooted to the spot and began to study the young woman further. Her blond hair was long and gently swept behind her as she walked further away with Peter. She had a beautiful smile that made me feel warm even though that smile wasn't even aimed at me.
The two disappeared around a corner and for a brief moment I caught a glimpse of her face. If there were angels then I was convinced that she had to be one.
"Hey Adam! Come on! Pete has news for us! Hurry up, come on!", Mantis suddenly called out to me, who had stepped into my line of sight without me noticing.
How long did I stand there, just like that?
A little unsteadily I walked behind Mantis who also had Drax with her and was talking excitedly. However, my thoughts were still with the beautiful woman and her almost golden-blonde hair, which is why I didn't listen to her.
Together we entered a small bar that surprisingly survived the attack and was considered as our regular meet-up place.
"Listen up everyone! I have great news for you! Our dear Seraphina is finally back and will stay!", Peter's voice sounded. Everyone started cheering and even Nebula seemed to react positively to this news as a barely noticeable smile crept onto her face.
Confused, I looked around the small bar and waited for a more detailed explanation until a person stepped into the bar behind Peter. It was none other than the woman with the charming smile I had seen before.
So I stood a little apart and just watched how everyone hugged the young woman named Seraphina and were probably very happy about her arrival. At that moment, I really wished I could hug her like that and be near her too.
I watched almost longingly as she began to talk to the others and shared her story with them. Music started playing and Peter handed out drinks to everyone and although a happy mood ensued I just felt all the more left out.
Why would she want to talk to me too?
However, I couldn't take my eyes off Seraphina. She was pulling me in like some kind of magnet and I just couldn't resist the pull. Every now and then she brushed back one of her blond strands and I wondered if her hair really felt as soft as it looked. Her soft smile never left her lips and I secretly hoped that she would smile at me too.
"You can also talk to her Adam", Peter's voice suddenly sounded next to me and I looked over at him almost startled. He had a huge grin on his face and I got the feeling he had something in mind some kind of plan maybe.
"Instead of just staring at her, you know?", he continued and that's when I realized he must have been watching me without my noticing.
"I'm good... yeah. I'm just looking", I said quickly then looked back across the bar hoping he would leave me alone.
"Kinda creepy you know? Just staring and doing nothing", he said, leaning against the bar wall.
"I'm not staring!", I tried to explain to him again and crossed my arms uncertainly.
How was it that he could see through me like that?
"Whatever you say buddy. But talking to her won't hurt you y'know", he said taking a sip of the blue drink he'd been holding the whole time. With a huff I took one last glance at Seraphina and her smiling face, "I think I'm going outside for a bit."
Without Peter being able to say anything else, I almost bolted out of the bar and quickly inhaled the cool air from outside. I sneaked a peek through the bar window again hoping to see Seraphina but Rocket and Drax had apparently started a drinking contest and a large crowd had gathered in front of the window.
Almost furiously I kicked a stone away from the path in front of me and clenched my hands into fists. Now there was no way I could just go back after Peter caught me like that.
I wish it was that easy, but what if she just doesn't like me? What if all she sees in me is this monster that wanted to hurt her friends?
At that thought, a pain almost ran through my body and I put my hand on my chest. Shaking my head I walked on and admitted defeat. Countless feelings rolled through my body and I just couldn't place any of them.
"Hey! Wait!", a voice suddenly called from behind me and abruptly I turned just to look into Seraphina's blue eyes. She stopped in front of me and smiled softly at me.
"You're Adam, aren't you?", she asked me and I could only nod as she almost took my breath away.
"I'm Seraphina and I wanted to introduce myself again personally. I've heard a lot about you", she said and fear immediately went through my body like a bolt of lightning.
What had the others said about me? Did they also say that I was actually responsible for Rocket's injuries? In the end, I simply attacked the Guardians.
"Heard... from me?", I asked almost swallowing hard and stood as stiff as a statue in front of the young woman.
"You saved Pete and I'm very grateful for that!", she quickly explained to me and gave me an even bigger smile than before. Without warning she took one of my hands in hers and immediately that warmth flowed back into me. My heart started beating like crazy and I really hoped she wouldn't notice.
"The past is the past and all that matters is the here and now. You can decide who you are and what you do Adam. We're all here to help you", she said softly then let go of my hand.
I immediately missed her soft hands and their warm touch on my skin.
"I'd better let you go, it's already very late. See you tomorrow!", she said quickly and then went in the other direction past the bar. As if in a trance, I stood on the street and watched after her until her shape was no longer visible.
Her words echoed in my head and slowly a smile crept onto my lips as I had to look down. My hand was still tingling and I turned around as well.
For Seraphina, I wanted to be as good as possible. I wanted to protect her and make her proud, show her that I understood her words. I desperately wanted to feel more of her warmth and give in to this urge for her.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Six: Lonely
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[A/N] I'm super far ahead on where I'm writing vs. where I'm uploading (more than the 7 chapter lead I started with) so I've decided occasionally I'll start uploading twice a week on Tuesday in addition to Friday when I feel like. Which might be every week, I don't know yet, but I felt like it today.
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The initial plan had been to salvage any of their possessions that they could and search the living area for survivors and call that a good enough rescue effort. They’d already been through the hell of traveling through a large chunk of the facility, surely they could be forgiven for not wanting to do so again. But once there, it felt like a cop out. Chances of anyone still being alive in the parts of the facility where shit had really gone down weren’t great but not zero and there were still other places not hit too hard. With the military gone and the aliens no longer coming, their portals all firmly closed, rescue efforts would be less dangerous. And in hopes of keeping the military from trying to wipe knowledge of the incident off the face of the planet again – hopefully they thought they’d succeeded – they couldn’t shunt such work onto Tuefort’s emergency services.
Luckily, the living area not having been hit particularly hard meant there were a decent chunk of people willing to go on that rescue mission, had already been planning to in fact, and thus Gordon didn’t have to be a part of it. Instead he volunteered the team to bring the wounded back to Tuefort – they’d run out of health packs and such a while ago – and then bring back more fresh supplies – they’d brought some with them but, thinking they were going to do a half-assed rescue mission, it wasn’t much. Bubby groaned about the long drive but Gordon told him to suck it up. After all the chaos, violence and murder they’d partook in, they could at least try to balance it out by doing some good too. … And it would help keep Gordon occupied and not thinking about things he didn’t need to thing about. And it would give him a bit more time before he needed to decide what he was going to do next.
And so they decided to spend the night and head out in the morning. They’d have multiple cars this time too as several had been brought over from car park that had once been only a tram ride away but was now apparently a whole adventure to get to. But Gordon didn’t care because someone else had gone on it, bringing several cars back for transport. Meaning he’d get to drive this time.
One more night in the facility wouldn’t even be so bad because his old living space wasn’t nearly as trashed as he’d feared. The combined living room and kitchen area was a mess. It had been ransacked and even a little gooed, no corpses or corpse stains though which was a big win. And the bedroom seemed to have been left alone, meaning it was clean, safe, and thus good to sleep in.
Upon finally heading to it for the night, he wasn’t too surprised to find it’s where Benrey had disappeared again to. He’d made himself at home, playing Gordon’s Xbox 360 – it had been stored inside the rather sturdy TV cabinet and thus had been spared whatever violence had occurred here – seemingly uncaring about the crack in the corner of the TV’s screen or the massive goo stain on the couch next to him. The power in the remaining generators was limited so maybe he should be scolded for that but really, what else did he have to do? Lest he be recognized he needed to avoid the rest of the Black Mesa personal out there. Asking him to just sit and stare at a wall would’ve been unfair.
“Yo,” he said, not looking up from the screen as Gordon closed the door and set the deadbolt as the proper lock and doorknob was broken. “You only got three games, none of them that good. Why is that? I thought you were a gamer.”
“Work took up a lot of time so I didn’t have much time to play or keep up with which games were good or not.” Looking back he’d let work take up more of his time than he should’ve. “But at least you got something to do, right?”
“Yeah, guess so. Didn’t you say you also have a son? Josh or… something like that? Where’s he at?”
Damn, Gordon had hoped everyone forgot about that. “Uh… Joshua is technically a real person but he’s my nephew, not my son. And I haven’t seen him in person ever and haven’t talked to my sister in like… five years. She’s the one who sent me that picture… back when we still talked, obviously.”
“You lied.” How much it was a accusation versus just a statement of fact was hard to tell, especially with Benrey’s eyes still glued to the screen.
“Yeah… I lied. But look, I’d been lying about him for a while, okay? So I didn’t stop to think about lying to you guys too. Not that I had any idea we’d become…” he cut himself off before saying ‘friends’ he wasn’t ready to voice that word about Benrey yet. “I just lied out of habit and didn’t think anything was likely to ever come of it.”
“Why’d you lie about it so much?”
“Because… I wanted my coworkers to think I had more going on than just work stuff. So I made up a story about having an ex-wife and a kid. Everyone else had family and friends outside of Black Mesa and I wanted people to think I did too so they wouldn’t think I was a weird freak who only worked and occasionally played video games alone in the dark.” No way was he going to admit to how much effort he’d put into figuring out the exact story. His personal laptop, once left on the coffee table had become a casualty of the violence following the resonance cascade and thus he at least didn’t have to worry about Benrey snooping on it and finding the shitty story he’d wrote to keep his lies about his fake life in order. “It’s pathetic I know but… no one was ever supposed to know it wasn’t true.”
Benrey finally took his eyes off the screen to look up at Gordon. “That’s kinda sad, bro. You’re a real lonely boi, ain’t’cha?”
“Shut up, asshole. Lots of people are lonely, it’s normal. And there are way worse ways of handling it so you’re not allowed to tease me about it. Now, I’m going to bed. It’s much smaller than the one at the hotel so when you’re done gaming you can sleep on the couch, it’s since obtained a mystery stain though so, I guess you can…”
“I could sleep at the foot of the bed, next to your little feeties.”
“First off, my feet aren’t little, you should fucking know that. Second, there’s not enough room for that, I’m too tall. And third,ew, no, absolutely not, stay the fuck away from my feet. You can sleep on the couch or, if you would rather not because it’s gross, you can sleep next to me. Just don’t be weird about it and try not to wake me. Good night.” Before Benrey could respond, Gordon marched off to his room, closing the door firmly behind himself.
He’d didn’t lock it though because… wait, there were plenty of empty living spaces some of which had to have serviceable beds, he could’ve told Benrey to go find one of those instead of offering to share his. What the fuck was wrong with him? … They were in his old home and he’d committed to keeping Benrey around earlier so he’d defaulted mentally to this being a space they had to share. And Benrey had been being annoying and he was tired, making it hard to think.
Whatever, it was too late to easily take back now. But Benrey would probably fall asleep on the couch anyway. Either intentionally or because he stayed up too late playing video games. It’s not like he seemed to care that it was nasty. So probably Gordon’s blunder was fine.
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Even if Benrey could entertain himself for a while playing even the worst video game, there was still a limit to how much he could bear and he was quickly reaching it. These couldn’t be the only games Gordon had though, right? If he was really a gamer he had to have more and maybe a whole other console somewhere. After turning the Xbox and TV off – if there was nothing else to play, Benrey was done with it for now – Benrey set to searching the space.
Such a small area, it didn’t take long search every inch of it. If there’d ever been any more games or another console, the headcrab zombies had got it. Or more likely someone had stolen it because the place had clearly been busted up and raided for stuff. But it was funny to imagine headcrab zombies sitting around a TV and playing something like Resident Evil or some other zombie killing game. Or perhaps when sorting through his stuff earlier, Gordon had moved the good stuff somewhere safer. Regardless, Benrey was out of luck here.
He moved on to the bedroom. To make sure his steps would be quiet – it’d be rude to wake Gordon on accident – he slipped his shoes off before phasing through the closed door. It was dark inside but adjusting his eyes a little to make them work better in the dark, he could see just fine. Gordon lay on the bed, his back against the wall. … Next to him was indeed enough room for Benrey to lie down as Gordon had invited him to.
After spending so much time phasing through so many large chunks of earth and rubble earlier, Benrey was a bit tired. Nothing major and he hadn’t been planning to sleep yet, he could easily keep going for a little while longer before he truly felt the need for a nap. But that first night in the hotel bed, when they’d lain back to back had been comfortable. Gordon was pleasantly warm. A general human trait; Benrey had been touched by them before, though not often and never in ways that were easy to enjoy the way his casual contact with Gordon had been so far. So maybe he could lie down and bask in the warmth Gordon’s body gave off while he napped for a little bit. It was pretty cold in here after all; deep underground and made of concrete meant the facility was often rather cold, especially at night without anything running to regulate the temperature.
He crept closer and before he could second guess himself, lifted the blanket and crawled underneath it. With Gordon facing him, he didn’t dare press directly into him but he did get as close as he could without actually touching him, made easier by the fact that Gordon was curled up in a ball under the blankets. Even not touching him, it was pleasantly warm so close to him where his heat sank into the softness around them. Rather nice except… he was tense, his expression scrunched up as he mumbled under his breath. Muffled by the pillow his face was partially pressed into, it hadn’t been audible by the door but certainly was when so close to him.
Another nightmare. Damn, that meant Benrey had to wake him again, huh? No basking in his warmth for Benrey. … It had been a kind of weird thing to want anyway though. Probably best to not indulge it.
With a sigh, Benrey started to sit up but stopped as Gordon, seemingly still sleeping but sensing his presence so close anyway, uncurled a little to reach for him. Like in the car, he found Benrey’s arm and pulled on it, gently enough that Benrey could’ve resisted but… curious to see what sleeping Gordon intended to do with his arm, didn’t. He pulled it to his upper chest, forcing Benrey’s wrist to bend under his chin. It… seemed to sooth him, the tightness of his curl easing a little as he quieted. Interesting. Perhaps Benrey could enjoy his warmth for a little bit after all.
He shifted a bit closer so that their bodies were touching. Gordon opened himself a little more, his lower arm moving to wrap around Benrey’s shoulder, the gun hand right next to his head, pulling him the rest of the way over so they weren’t just touching but Benrey was pressed into him. … Wow, okay.
Gordon had relaxed, his breathing deep and steady. Nightmare apparently over. Benrey was so good at this fixing nightmares thing he’d done it just by letting Gordon touch him.
Carefully, Benrey shifted a little so he could use his free hand to pull the blanket back up. Shifting a little more, putting his face against Gordon’s chest, he pulled it up and over his head, hiding himself under it. … Not that he was going to stay here the whole night and thus possibly get seen by someone else but… Gordon was so soft and warm.
Benrey had never been this close to someone before; so close he could hear the breath in Gordon’s lungs and the rhythmic beat of his heart. It was new and weird and… he liked it. So much so it seemed to simultaneously fill him with energy, making him need to do something with it, while also making the idea of lying here forever sound pleasant. He resisted the urge to do the former, pressing it down until he was just relaxed and comfortable; doing anything more than lying here quietly would be bad. But he could stay for a little bit, maybe even indeed take a nap. It’d be nice to nap in a spot so warm and cozy. He could easily be up and out before Gordon woke. No one but Benrey ever needed to know about this. … Gordon’s reaction to it might be funny though so maybe he’d stay until Gordon woke after all. Not an excuse to stay longer but to enjoy annoying Gordon.
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A loud wretched but familiar blaring woke Gordon from a blessedly dreamless slumber. Never had he hated his alarm more. How dare it still be set? He should’ve unplugged the foul, evil thing before going to bed last night.
“Make it stop,” Benrey whined, sounding more upset than Gordon had ever heard him before as he pressed himself more into Gordon’s chest. “Why’s it so loud?”
More concerned with silencing the damn alarm than why Benrey was pressing into him, Gordon reached over him and, with the familiarity of reaching over to shut it off more times than he was proud of, unerringly smacked the snooze button. He held it long enough to make sure it turned off instead of just going to sleep to torment them in twenty minutes because fuck that.
Blessed, peaceful silence restored, Gordon relaxed with a sigh, his arm going limp around Benrey as the tension left his body too. Prior to Gordon freeing his hand to reach the alarm, he’d been all the way under the blanket, his face resting against Gordon’s chest. His arm was draped over Gordon’s side, their legs tangled together.
“Bro, why’d you set your alarm?” he asked, a slight whine still in his voice. “It’s sucks. And why’s it so horrible? You should change to… to music or something.” If he was at all bothered by their current position, he made no move to remedy it.
“I forgot to turn it off last night. Why are we cuddling?”
“Because you said I could join you and then uh… you hugged me.”
Gordon should push him away. He hadn’t agreed to cuddling, just sleeping next to each other, there was room to do that without being this close, but… that would take so much effort and he was tired. Benrey was soft against him and not particularly warm. Gordon ran pretty hot and thus during the handful of other instances in which he’d found himself cuddling someone, the heat the other person gave off was a bit much and thus had always quickly grown uncomfortable. Such wasn’t an issue with Benrey, he was just soft.
So instead of pushing him away, verbally and/or physically, Gordon moved his hand to touch his face. A bit awkward with the way Benrey lay against his chest but he did it anyway.
Benrey flinched away from him. “Whoa, hey, bro, what?”
“We’re literally cuddling, dude. How can you possibly have a problem with me touching your face?” Despite his words, Gordon did withdraw his hand. Him being the one making it weird would be awfully hypocritical… and it was rude to touch people in ways they didn’t want to be touched.
Benrey relaxed again, adjusting himself only slightly. Seems he didn’t have any more desire to move than Gordon did. “Why you wanna touch my face?”
“Uh…” How did Gordon explain he wanted to know what Benrey’s skin felt like without it sounding like he was a serial killer thinking about skinning him to make a purse or something? Probably it wasn’t possible and so no need to be honest about that. “I just want to. So can I?”
“Hmm… all right, only ‘cause you’re warm though.”
Gordon returned his hand to Benrey’s face, this time he leaned into it a little instead of flinching away. He ran his fingers down from his forehead to his cheek to slightly under his jaw; an almost caress but he was just feeling. His skin was unnaturally smooth, the texture not like human skin at all, which might’ve made it creepy except it was fairly pleasant, almost a little like running his hand over the surface of a toy slime. Which brought with it the sensation that if he were to press his fingers into it hard enough, it would deform and that was a bit creepy. It was also fairly cool, as expected given that the whole of him wasn’t giving off much, if any heat, despite how close they were. The forehead down to about where the preternatural shade over his eyes ended could even be described as cold. Outside of the danger and hectic chaos of the resonance cascade’s fallout, Gordon could finally start to appreciate how odd and interesting of a specimen he was. He might have to take a thermometer to him later. For now though, he was satisfied.
He pulled his hand away and draped his arm over him again instead. An almost hug but really, with Benrey pressed so close, where else was he supposed to put his arm? “I think you might be cold-blooded.”
“What does that mean in uh… sciencey terms? ‘Cause it means something different, right?”
Given that this wasn’t Gordon’s field of scientific expertise, he perhaps shouldn’t have drawn a conclusion based off so little evidence. But did it really matter that much? “It means your body doesn’t produce much heat.” Obviously it was more complicated than that but Gordon was way too sleepy to try to explain better.
“Is that why warm stuff feels so nice?”
“Maybe, yeah. So… I guess we can stay like this.” It was a bit of an awkward position to cuddle someone in but most of the discomfort it would cause was on Benrey’s part and he didn’t seem to mind.
“Sweet.”
“Just don’t tell anyone ‘bout this.” After the assumptions the others had made upon Gordon complaining about sharing a bed, he didn’t want to know what they’d say if they found out he’d willingly cuddled Benrey.
“’Course not. It’s uh… our little secret.”
“Good. Want me to pull the blanket back up?”
Benrey hummed an affirmative.
Gordon pulled the blanket back up to his chin, encasing Benrey in his arms under it. He then shifted, curling around Benrey a little more, entangling their legs a little tighter. Nothing weird or strange about this. The dessert got cold at night and the heaters and air conditioning had been turned off to save power so he was just helping his cold-blooded buddy keep warm. Yeah, temperature probably couldn’t harm him in any substantial way but that didn’t mean the cold wasn’t unpleasant. So this meant basically nothing other than Gordon felt bad enough for him to put up with cuddling him. He could relate to being lonely after all.
Over the next few minutes, Benrey’s breathing deepened as he went lax against Gordon again. Had he ever had anyone fall asleep so easily in his arms before? … Not that he could remember. The last time he’d even cuddled anyone had been a boyfriend he’d had in his first year of college. Cuddling had never lasted long though; too warm and they were both too busy with school work to have much time to lounge around in each other’s arms. The latter being what ended their relationship and why Gordon hadn’t been in serious relationship since, work taking the place of school once he’d got hired on at Black Mesa upon graduating.
This was nice though. When awake, Benrey was an annoying, dangerous bastard. Asleep, he was soft, cuddly, and quiet. Gordon could get used to this. He probably shouldn’t let himself sleep though. The alarm had been set to go off at 5am, way too early to be up, but the drive back to Tuefort was long, an early start would be wise. So probably he should get up in maybe an hour or two? Surely he could…
An odd rumbling sound interrupted his thoughts. He blinked opened his eyes to look around the room for its source, not that he could see much in the dark without his glasses. But as it grew stronger and louder he didn’t need to see to tell where it was coming from.
Benrey, still snuggled in his arms under the blanket. Him snoring? … No. Even if it followed the rhythm of his breathing, it was too continuous to be snoring no matter how weird an animal he was. Gordon could feel its source in Benrey’s chest and back where his arm touched. Having grown up with cats, it wasn’t the exact same sound or feel but it did have some very familiar vibes.
“Benrey, are you… purring?”
No response of course, Benrey was fast asleep. One wasn’t needed though because what else could it possibly be? Given that he wasn’t a cat, his reason for purring might be totally unrelated to why cats purred. Maybe it just meant he was in a specific stage of sleep; instead of REM, he purred. But while they were cuddling? And he’d made it very clear he liked how warm Gordon was. So maybe it was because he was comfortable and content.
Regardless of why though, it was something Gordon could tease him about it later. … Unless he didn’t find it embarrassing. But he had to, right? He liked to come off as cool and purring was far too adorable for anyone to ever find it cool. So yeah, Gordon would tease him about it later. For now though, it was soothing, pulling him back towards sleep. Maybe not a pull he should listen to but… he didn’t really have much choice in the matter.
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ᰔᩚ𓂃 .. 𝑰 𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆 𝑰 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒂 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁
s: just some boyfriend!jay thoughts 💭 ╱ g: established relationship. tooth rotting fluff. itty bitty bit of angst if you squint ╱ p: bf!jay x fem!reader
ᵕ̈ ❥ boyfriend!jay who knows you so well he can tell something is wrong with you just by the simplest change on your facial expression;
“you ‘kay, darling?” he asked you as soon as he saw your face; your lips pouting involuntarily, and that frown on your eyebrows could only mean one thing. his question made the curve of your lips bend down even more; you shook your head ‘no’. jay immediately engulfed you in a tight hug, your head hidden in his chest. “oh, darling, tell me what it is, and i’m gonna make it all better to you.”
ᵕ̈ ❥ boyfriend!jay who knows you so well, you don’t even have to tell him what is wrong for him to know;
“it’s that… thing, again, isn’t it?” he didn’t even needed to wait for your answer to know that he is right. you looked up at him in awe, it never failed to amaze you how well jay knows you; how well he knows your heart. you may not be the openest book there is, but jay had read you enough times to be able to recite every single word from memory. not even the tiniest detail goes unnoticed by him. “you’re so obsessed. it’s like you have a crush on me or something..” you joked one time. “and can you blame me?!” he reasoned, “like it’s my fault you make every other human being on this planet sound boring compared to you!”
ᵕ̈ ❥ boyfriend!jay who knows you so well you can literally shut off your brain every time you are together, because he’ll do all the thinking for you;
you heard your name be called, immediately bringing your attention back to the present moment. looking to your left you notice one of jay’s friend standing there, “you want some beer?” he offered politely. you just looked at the boy sitting right next to you with a hand on your waist, waiting for him to answer the question. “she doesn’t drink, but thank you, heeseung” jay explained. soon his friend left, and it was just the two of you again. “i love you” you gave him a peck on the lips. “i love you too, babe. more than anything.”
ᵕ̈ ❥ boyfriend!jay who would do anything to make sure his girl is okay, but who also doesn’t hold back when he needs to put some sense into that stubborn brain of yours;
“that wasn’t nice.” “what?!” “you didn’t need to be so passive aggressive with the waitress, she’s just doing her job.” you took a deep breath, rolling your eyes in annoyance, “you’re never on my side, y’know that? i’m always the monster to you! why are you still with me if i’m such a bad person?” jay didn’t say anything, he knew that trying to argue with you when you’re hungry is a lost battle. you two ate your meals in silence, with each bite of your food the frown plastered on your face disappeared bit by bit. with your stomach full it didn’t take long for you to come back for your senses, “seongie…?” you called for him, your voice proportionally smaller than the shame you felt. he didn’t even looked at you, eyes focused on the road. “i’m sorry babe, i really am. it’s just… i was hungry and- well, it doesn’t matter. i am wrong, you do so much for me, it was completely unfair of me to snap at you like that…”
ᵕ̈ ❥ boyfriend!jay to whom it doesn’t matter how bad you mess up, he can never be mad at you for too long. he loves you too much for that;
“oh my god! y/n? is it you?! oh thank god you’re back! thought that demon was gonna rip my head off!” you rolled your eyes, failing miserably to convey annoyance. “you’re the worst.” “well, that makes two of us then.” he placed his free hand on your knee, squeezing it gently; you placed your hand over his and brought it to your lips, placing a kiss on his knuckles, “i appreciate your apology, darling. i also should’ve known better than to try to be reasonable with you before lunch, it won’t happen anymore. pinky promise.” he showed you his pinky, and you gave it a playful slap, making the both of you laugh.
ᵕ̈ ❥ in summary, boyfriend!jay is just the best type of boyfriend — he is the standard. he’ll always be there for you, for good or for worse, and he knows you’ll always be there for him too. i believe in bf!jay supremacy ‼️
#bringing it back from my older account. but making it ablut jay this time#<- about*#jay fluff#enhypen fluff#enhypen#enhypen jay#enhypen scenarios#jay scenarios#enhypen headcanons#jay headcanons#˖ ࣪ ˒ ♡⃕ dalla writes: sfw#☆ ⏱️ 𖥻 ＜꒱ from the time machine .ᐟ
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Laurance sings. Not masterfully by any means, he’d never be well-renowned for the beautifully trained technique of his voice, but he grew up in a bustling trading port town with a constant influx of seafarers, fishermen, even pirates—mariners from all over the planet, from every possible town and culture, and with them they brought their songs. Sea shanties of every breed and variety. And as the Head Guard of Meteli, he would be there to manage all the trades and imports, so he’d be right there on the docks, hearing every song that comes in and out of town and gleefully listening and learning to sing along. He’s a mariner boy, he grew up right by a channel into the sea, he has dozens of sea shanties memorized in-and-out and will sing them regularly, just to entertain himself and others around him. Aphmau, Garroth, and the others grow used to hearing Laurance bust out sea shanties all the time on their travels, like singing 99 Bottles of Beer On The Wall while you’re on a road trip, but like. The medieval equivalent of that
Vylad is in the same boat. After he faked his death, he ran off into the wild world of Ru’aun And Beyond to have a life full of constant adventure, and most of those ended up being overseas. Vylad became a swashbuckler of sorts, a petty thief with egregious debts to the local crime guilds that he never paid, the kind of person who would show up one day for a heist, and completely disappear off the face of the planet the next. Vylad was a pirate. Maybe not a grand or well-known one, maybe only for 7 months out of every year, but he’d stowaway on a number of ships just to get across channels and off to new places. At least a few times, he worked as part of a crew in order to get some coin, and one time, he was Captain—before his ship and the fake identity he took went up in flames only weeks later. Vylad knows a wide list of sea shanties, and he still sings them from time to time. It’s a comforting reminder of his humanity. It keeps him grounded, prevents him from forgetting the past and getting too lost in the chains of being a Shadow Knight.
Zane sings. Very differently from Laurance & Vylad. Zane was a High Priest, which means he held & organized church, regularly. Churches usually have music, and his religion is heavily based off of Catholicism, so it’s very likely that he was the one to arrange the O’khasis church’s liturgical choirs. It’s likely that singing in church was part of the regular routine that everyone present would partake in, including and especially their High Priest. There’s no way he doesn’t know how to sing, very much in that kind of Medieval-Classical-Latin-Catholic Choir vocal technique/style. It has a very different sound from Laurance and Vylad’s more…”free-balling seaman” style, but he was professionally trained on how to sing since he was young, and can sing quite well. (Also, Kestin is a good singer, which is an added bonus)
Zenix could not sing to save his life. His regular speaking voice is already very rough and sandpaper-like, and his singing voice is even worse. He’s tone deaf, if you heard his singing voice, which sounds more like a dying, extremely strained screeching wail, you may never want to hear anything ever again. It’s just a very naturally unpleasant sound. And that’s fine, he’s never really been much of a singer or that musically inclined. He’s more arson-inclined, frankly. However, I can picture him channeling his destructive energy into being a good percussionist, by way of “needing to hit stuff” + getting down a good sense of rhythm = producing a pretty decent beat. Maybe he also beatboxes? Zenix has enough “hyperactive boy” energy to be a beatboxer, that’d suit him well enough.
Gene has a luscious singing voice. Gene could sing lullabies that’d put a rhino to sleep. Gene’s voice is the kind of sexy, buttery-smooth voice you feel reverberating in your core. Gene sounds like he’d sing Frank Sinatra, or old classic Christmas songs for a record that’d make millions. He does it so infrequently though, especially ever since he became a Shadow Knight, and mostly uses it now to lull other people into a trance, or when he’s bored. You can’t exactly pursue a musical career when you’re serving as the General of Hell for the rest of eternity. Zenix and Sasha have both heard him sing, at least a few times. In the past, it relaxed Zenix like no other.
Sasha used to sing. She used to have a very pretty voice that Laurance and Cadenza would stop and listen to at any given opportunity. Cadenza would encourage her to push past her shyness enough to sing for her while she worked on sowing her next design (sapphic sasha x cadenza melodies,,,). But after her death by falling into lava, she sustained a certain level of damage both to her body and to her psyche that made her shut down her love for singing entirely. She has not sung once since she died.
Kiki sings to her animals and to Leona all the time.
If Garroth did sing, he would probably have a very similar vocal technique/style to Zane’s, simply by being raised under the same religious roof as him. I don’t think “learn how to sing in a choir” would be part of the Princely/military training Garte would put him through, though.
Zoe and Levin like to sing together for fun sometimes.
In my main rewrite au, the Shadow Knight Rebellion includes Laurance, Vylad, Zenix, and Zane begrudgingly working together as a team. They like to sing together. Laurance and Vylad connected easily and quickly over their shared love for sea shanties, and eventually the three of them managed to bully, bug, and peer pressure Zane into singing with them, and were surprised by just how well he could sing. Laurance and Vylad asked Zenix to join in. Zenix got through the first three notes before Laurance told him to please stop.
The four of them end up making an unexpectedly merry band together. Laurance and Vylad sing, Zane sings sometimes, and Zenix would provide the accompaniment, like a rag-tag improvised a capella group that formed from the cracks in the pavement. They make an anthem for the Rebellion and teach it to all the hundreds of soldiers that join over time. When the SKR eventually reunite with The Phoenix Alliance, the people of the Phoenix Alliance are very perplexed by the band and their musical connection.
#aphmau#iridiswrites#Aphmau headcanons#MCD headcanons#Minecraft diaries headcanons#mcd laurance#laurance zvahl#MCD Gene#MCD Zenix#aphmau Zenix#aphmau Gene#vylad ro’meave#MCD Vylad#MCD zane#zane ro'meave#Minecraft diaries#MCD Sasha#MCD shadow knights#MCD rewrite#aphmau rewrite#aphblr
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Star Wars: Imagine Rey coming to save you after Kylo Ren kidnaps you.
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Echoes of footsteps pierced through your dream as you slowly came back from your unconsciousness. You groaned at the pounding headache, trying to grasp your head, but something prevented you from moving your arms, and your eyes shot open.
No.
You were in a room full of consoles, you could hear Stormtroopers talking, you were tied in this chair - and then you remembered the battle.
You had just knocked out a stormtrooper who had snuck up behind Rey, and you had smiled at her as she spun around.
“You’re welcome,” you had told her, and she had smiled back before her smile suddenly disappeared and before you could react, you felt a hard impact and everything had become black.
You had been kidnapped. That much was certain now. It had been only a matter of time really - your reputation in the Rebellion had spread wide, you had led countless successful rescue missions, you had destroyed multiple Imperial stations and bases… you were Leia’s go-to soldier if there was a particularly dangerous mission coming up, because she knew you could pull it off.
So when you heard the door hissing as it opened, you could already guess who it was, despite him being behind you. “Kylo Ren.”
He was quiet for a moment, before he took a few steps towards your chair. You refused to look at him, but you saw a piece of his cape from the corner of your eye.
“I apologize for the discomfort,” he said, mockingly pretending empathy. “You will get something to drink soon.”
You scoffed. “You should know better than not realize that I won’t drink anything you give me.”
Kylo sighed, stepping in front of you. “It would be easier if you would cooperate with me. Maybe we could even come up with a peaceful solution for this… situation.”
"I won't give my friends up," you spat at him. "Especially not to a man who tries to be a copy of Darth Vader while not being even half as terrifying as he was."
He took a few steps to the side, circling you like a predator. "You're protecting your 'friends', who aren't coming to save you. How noble."
“Sounds like true loyalty is a foreign term for you.”
“Hm.”
You both were quiet for a moment, before Kylo pulled out a tablet from one of the console trays.
“We’ve been tracking your camp location since the battle, and we have found it. If you tell us information about where to find Crendrund’s Library, we can spare some of your friends.”
You stared at him. Crendrund’s Library. They knew you had found it? Numerous artifacts hidden away, a vast amount of knowledge you would use for your advantage in your war against the Empire. All that in the heart of Zephyrus Nebula, on that little ocean planet with a lone island.
But somehow you still managed to keep a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He was quiet, and you saw his fist clenching. You felt crooked satisfaction from seeing that - he was already growing frustrated. Him being frustrated spoke of him not being sure if you were the right person to kidnap. You may not know anything useful after all - and if he made a mistake, his Master wouldn’t be happy.
He straightened up, putting the tablet back into the console. “You have until tomorrow morning to change your mind. And if you haven’t… well, you will have to endure so much pain that you won’t leave this ship sane.”
Then, he left, the door hissing open. You felt his eyes on you one last time, and then you were alone again once the door shut. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a breath.
There was no way you could escape. There was nothing near you that you could use. There was nothing in the room at all in fact, unless something was behind you.
You didn’t want to die, nor lose your sanity, but for your friends, for the cause - you would do anything. Even if the torture would last for days, weeks. You would never give your friends up.
Kylo would also try to get inside your mind, maybe after torturing you. But you were determined, practiced with it since you were a child, since your parents first brought you to the rebellion base. Everyone thought a small child like you didn’t belong there at first, but quickly changed their minds when they saw how gifted you were, how quickly you learned to defend yourself, and how smart you were in tricking people. And all that had paid off when you were sent on your first mission.
Everything was ending at some point, you had always told yourself. And your ending would come in hands of Kylo Ren, but he’d torture you in vain. He’d have to crawl to his master and tell him that he has failed. You’d get to humiliate him as the last thing you did.
Then, the door hissed again and you sighed, his Master had likely ushered him back like a dog.
But then, you heard Rey’s voice whispering your name, and your heart jumped - you definitely hadn’t expected her to come, especially not so soon.
“Rey?” you whispered back, and she came to stand in front of you, looking over your restraints. “What are you doing here? How did you get here so fast?”
She frowned. “Fast? It’s been over a week since you were taken.”
You huffed. Of course. They had been probing your mind while keeping you in a Force-induced coma, and suddenly the fact that they knew that bit of Crendrund’s Library made sense. But even when you were unconscious, your mind didn’t let them dig deeper than that - which made it seem like you knew that it had been found, but you didn’t know anything beyond that. But Kylo’s Master surely guessed you wouldn’t be left outside such information, and that’s why Kylo had tried to make you tell more, scare you by threatening your friends.
“They know we’re planning to find Crendrund,” you whispered to Rey as she worked on prying open your restraints. “Ren threatened to attack our base if I didn't tell him where to find it.”
“What?” Rey gasped, and you shook your head.
“I didn’t tell them anything and I don’t believe they actually found our base, but I just… they know.”
Rey was quiet for a moment as she worked on your ankles, and then helped you up, hugging you. “We were all scared of losing you.”
You nodded and glanced towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.”
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This is an open ending. Any continuation parts are not being planned as for now. I may write one someday, but not promising anything. It might take even years before any kind of continuation would come out, as Star Wars isn't my main fandom and I write for it just for practice and variety really, so I wouldn't get bored with my main fandoms. Making this note just so it would lessen people demanding me to write a part 2/expecting me to write a part 2. I'll do it if I feel like it, it may happen this year or in 2030 or beyond that.
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Yay, my second bingo one-shot! This time, for Captain Howzer! This is my first time writing for him, so I hope I do the good Captain justice! 😊😊 Enjoy!!
“Hera? Hera! Hera! Where are you, child?”
You cried out for the young Twi’lek girl in your charge as you wandered outside on the top balcony of the Syndulla household, wondering where she had wandered off to. The child was always getting into mischief along with her C1 unit Droid, who you swear had more sass and attitude than the girl herself. You’d done your daily lessons with her and then let her be so you could prepare dinner for her as well as Cham and Eleni, the girl’s parents, who would be expected to return soon. Of course, of all the times for Hera to disappear, it had to be just before her parents came home. Though, they most likely wouldn’t be surprised, but even still, it was embarrassing for you to appear as though you’d lost their daughter. The sun was just beginning to set, coloring the sky a deep gold and orange, and you hoped you’d find Hera before it got too dark.
Looking around to the courtyard and beyond the wall of the estate, you called out again, “Hera! Chopper!” When no response came, your hands came up to your hips as a groan of frustration escaped you. “Where has that girl and her Droid gone to now?” you asked aloud. You had checked all through the house and there was no sign of her. She’d better be outside somewhere.
At the start of the Clone Wars, you were hired by the Syndulla’s to be the governess for their daughter since one or both of her parents were constantly away, especially with Cham Syndulla’s involvement in the war as well as the liberation of Ryloth. You were a simple woman who had come to Ryloth for a new start after you had lost your family to a famine on your home planet. The Syndulla’s seemed like a good family who had nothing but their people’s best interests at heart and you found there was never a dull moment with them, especially with the fiery-spirited Hera, who was on the verge of her young teenage years. They paid you and treated you well and gave you your own room in the house to stay in; you really felt like you were part of their family some days.
Then off in the distance, you managed to spot a small cloud of dust and heard the faint revving of an engine. Your eyes narrowed, trying to make out the shape coming in your direction. It was a speederbike. After a few seconds, you spotted a familiar shade of teal against the gold of the sunset sky behind him which brought a smile to your face.
It was him…Captain Howzer.
He was a Clone captain over a squadron of troops that had been sent months ago to help the citizens of Ryloth after they were liberated from the Separatists. He had also personally been assigned to serve with Cham Syndulla and his family. He had been to the Syndulla home many times. Sometimes to retrieve Cham when he was needed for a battle of some kind, to check on the wellbeing of the family or to bring Hera back after she’d scampered off somewhere…which you could tell was the reason for his unexpected visit this time as you then spotted a smaller figure peek out from behind him, her green skin and lekku illuminated by the sun.
Seeing them approaching the outer wall, you ducked out from the upper balcony, made your way through the house and went outside to meet them. Howzer drove in through the gate and brought the speederbike to a stop in the courtyard. You saw Hera slide off the back of the bike and Chopper, who had been magnetized to the very back, jumped off using his thrusters, chirping in greeting to you and waving his little mechanical arm like nothing was wrong.
“Oh, don’t act all innocent with me, Chopper,” you chided him as you walked towards them. Then you looked to Hera. “Hera Syndulla, where have you been? Your parents will be home anytime now.”
Before Hera could answer you, you all heard the sound of a shuttle approaching and saw it come zooming in overhead. It was Cham’s personal shuttle. You had a feeling he and his wife were going to question why you all were out there and possibly why Howzer was there unannounced. The shuttle came in for a landing inside the courtyard and you shielded your face from the exhaust. Within seconds, the Syndulla couple disembarked their ship.
“Well…we have quite the welcoming party, my dear,” Eleni remarked to her husband as they came your way.
“So it would seem,” replied Cham. “What are you all doing out here…and what brings you by, Howzer?”
You opened your mouth to explain what had happened, but Howzer answered first, saying, “Hera needed help replacing a part for her Droid, sir, so I offered to take her to find what she needed while (Y/N) got things prepared for dinner. We only just got back. My apologies if I overstepped.”
“Not at all. That is perfectly fine,” said Cham.
Your eyes widened slightly at Howzer and you grinned a little to yourself. He had covered for you as well as Hera…for probably the twentieth time, at this point. He was far too kind and noble…and that was why you loved him.
It hadn’t taken long after Howzer had come to Ryloth for him to catch your attention and for you to catch his. He was incredibly handsome, even with the scars on his chin and his cheek, and he thought you were beautiful beyond compare. There were many stolen glances when any of the Syndulla’s weren’t looking, secret meetings when Hera was in bed and her parents were still out and a couple lingering touches of your hands when you stood by each other. After a couple months of getting to know each other, growing closer and subtly flirting, you had finally kissed Howzer during a night alone and you both decided you wanted to be together. You weren’t sure if Cham and Eleni would approve of your relationship, so you tried your best to keep it a secret and act cordial around each other when they were present. However, you’d caught some knowing looks from Eleni a couple of times. Either you and Howzer weren’t being as discreet as you thought or Eleni was much more observant than you gave her credit for, which was already a lot. Eleni Syndulla was a sharp and witty woman that you admired a great deal. She most likely knew of your relationship with Howzer, but she’d never said anything, which gave you the idea that she didn’t mind or she approved.
To quickly move the conversation along, you spoke up, saying, "Supper is ready for you all in the dining room."
Eleni then looked to the Clone Captain and said to him, a grin on her face, "You will join us for dinner, won't you, Howzer?"
"Thank you, ma'am, but I wouldn't want to impose, especially since I'm here unexpectedly," he replied.
"Nonsense, you would never be an imposition to us," she said back. Then she smiled even more. "Besides, I'm sure our lovely governess made plenty of food for everyone."
Of course, Eleni made it a point to say you were lovely…but you simply said politely, "I did, yes. There will be enough for you, as well, Captain."
"Please stay and eat with us, Howzer!" cried Hera excitedly.
Seeing all the women were staring at him, Howzer stole a look at Cham. The Twi'lek leader just shrugged and said, "The ladies have spoken, Captain."
"I guess they have, sir," he said. Then he agreed, saying, "Very well."
Pleased with his response, Cham and Eleni went into the house with Chopper following behind them. However, you stopped Hera as she tried to go after them.
"Now, where were you really, young lady?" you questioned her in a low voice, your eyebrows raised and your hands on your hips.
Hera laughed sheepishly and told you, "Uh…I went to go find Uncle Gobi…because he told me if I could get away, he'd take me flying. Howzer found me instead and brought me back."
You let out an exasperated sigh. "Gobi really is a bad influence on you. You're both gonna get me in trouble someday," you commented. You gave her a pat on the head. "Go on, troublemaker, go wash up for dinner."
Hera ran off up the stairs and into the house, leaving you and Howzer alone.
"I honestly think Eleni knows about us," you commented to him.
He chuckled. "I wouldn't be surprised. She's an intelligent woman."
"Though, she hasn't said anything to me, so...I'm assuming she's okay with it?"
"She'd better be…because I would fight for you and for us if she didn't." He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, giving you butterflies in your stomach and what he had said. "Let's go, I'm dying to have some of your cooking."
Dinner went well with the Syndulla’s and Howzer complimented what you had prepared…multiple times, even. Howzer was never really around for mealtimes, so this was a very rare occasion to have him there. He too fit in well with the family dynamic.
As you were clearing the table, the Captain stood up, took up his helmet underneath his arm and stated to the room, "Thank you for the meal. It was very appreciated. I'll go ahead and leave you now for the evening."
"As you wish, Howzer," Cham responded. Then he said to you as you took his plate, "And (Y/N), you may have the rest of the evening off. Eleni and I will handle getting Hera to bed."
"Oh! Are you sure, sir?" you asked, surprised.
"I'm sure. You've worked hard today, especially after preparing this meal for all of us," he said. "Go, have some time for yourself tonight."
When he turned away, you snuck a look at Howzer, who had stopped in the front doorway when he heard Cham tell you to take the night off. He grinned at you and quickly motioned with his head outside, signaling to you that he'd wait for you, and then closed the door.
"I appreciate that very much, sir," you said gladly to Cham. "I'll go on a walk after I get the dishes."
You took the dishes into the kitchen to clean them, but found yourself intercepted by Eleni, who took the dishes from you.
"I will handle dishes, dear. No more work for you tonight," she told you. "Go enjoy your walk." Then she leaned in and whispered, "Enjoy your time with the Captain."
When she came back, she winked knowingly at you. It was certainly now safe to say that she definitely knew about you and Howzer.
Gratefully, you smiled back and replied, "I will, ma'am. Thank you."
You grabbed your jacket from your room and retreated back downstairs. You bade Hera goodnight and gave her a kiss on the forehead before heading out the door. The sun had gotten lower in the sky to where it just a soft light, the sky covered in pale pink and purple. Howzer was standing by his speederbike in the middle of the courtyard and a pleased grin crossed his face at seeing you. You broke into a run down the steps and leapt into his arms, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you with ease and spun you around, chuckling in your ear.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested.
"Yes, please," you replied, already halfway on the back of his bike.
He got onto the bike and started it up. You wrapped your arms around his waist and the two sped off into the endless deserts of Ryloth. You rode on for a while until you came to a cluster of rocks in the middle of the desert; a spot where you and Howzer had escaped to many a time.
He helped you off the speederbike and you immediately found yourself in his arms, his lips connecting with yours passionately.
"I'd hoped I'd get you to myself tonight. I've missed you," he said, referencing that it had been a couple of days since he'd been able to see you.
"I've missed you, too," you replied.
You kissed him once again before he pulled out a blanket from the back of the speederbike. Then he laid it out on the ground for you and you sat down upon it. Then he took the time to remove his armor, stripping down to his undersuit, before joining you where you snuggled up close to him in his arms. The two of you laid back on the blanket and looked up to the sky, seeing that the pinks and purples were growing deeper in color and you could see a sea of stars beginning to appear as night was approaching. The two of you gazed up at the stars without saying a word, the beating of his heart drumming in your ear.
Finally, after a long while, you heard him ask, "What do you think will happen when the war is over? What will happen…with us?"
"I don't know," you said. "I don't know if the Syndulla’s will still need me when Cham no longer needs to fight for Ryloth…and you'll probably be shipped offworld because the Clones won't be needed either." You nestled up closer to him, your arms snaking around his waist. "What are we going to do? I don't…I don't want to lose you, Howzer."
Howzer sat up, pulling you up with him, and looked steadfastly into your eyes. "You won't lose me, babe," he promised, laying his hand on your cheek. "I don't know what our future holds for us when the war is done, but I do know this: when that time comes, wherever you choose to go in the galaxy, I will always be at your side."
You reached up and grasped his hand on your cheek, leaning into his gentle touch. "Do you really mean it?"
"Of course, I do," he said, kissing you long and slowly. His forehead tenderly touched yours when he pulled away. "I love you."
This was the first time those three words had been spoken between the two of you and a quiet gasp escaped you at hearing them. When you pulled back to gaze into his eyes, you found there wasn't a hint of any lie or uncertainty in them at all. He meant what he said truly and irrevocably. Though, you knew you shouldn't question him. Howzer would never lie to you. He was always honest in everything when it came to you. There was no reason for it to end here.
"I love you, too," you told him back with a smile. "Even when you're no longer a Captain and I'm no longer a governess, I will always love you and we'll always be together."
There, under the starry desert sky of Ryloth, you and your beloved Clone Captain promised that no matter what happened in the future, you would always have each other and that was all you would ever need to be happy.
Clone x Reader Bingo 2023
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