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luvsferrariss · 3 months ago

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˚⟡˖ ࣪. ʚ 💌 ɞ of shadows and sins - OO1

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ Synopsis: Y/n was handpicked by their boss to help the recruiter find new players. However, it was obvious that the man wouldn’t like the girl assisting him, constantly belittling her and mentioning how weak and unqualified she was for the job. But in reality, he knew about her influence and was afraid of being replaced.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ The Salesman x Female Reader (British)

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ Warnings: Typical Squid Game elements—blood, weapons, death, etc. Age gap: the reader is between 24-25 years old, while the recruiter is 40. Some angst and feelings of loneliness. The reader lives in Korea but is not Korean; she is British.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ Author’s Note: Hi loves! I’m making a short series about the salesman. I hope you all like it! English isn’t my first language, so there may be mistakes—sorry about that!

next part here ! 🤍

You sighed as you watched your coworker fail once again. The man he was trying to talk to didn’t care at all and walked right past him. You just sighed, rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms, leaning against the metro wall near the stairs.

The recruiter began walking in your direction with his chin held high, a proud—or perhaps wounded—expression on his face, and you laughed at his frustration.

“What happened, Mr. ‘I-can-do-everything’?” you teased. He simply walked past you, heading up the station stairs.

“Shut up,” he muttered, and you chuckled, following behind.

“Did you manage to do anything at all?” he asked as soon as he noticed you catching up on the stairs.

“While you wasted time talking to one man, I got four. All of them on the verge of bankruptcy—desperation was almost funny, I nearly felt bad for them.” You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your beige trench coat. “With their financial struggles and my pretty face, did you really think they wouldn’t accept?” You smirked, stopping in front of him and framing your face with your hands as if showing off.

He simply walked past you, bumping your shoulder.

“You’re so full of yourself, seriously… What’s even fun about your game? No one actually likes Gonggi that much,” he scoffed.

You just shrugged. “That’s what I was told to do. And your job isn’t that exciting either, right? At least mine is getting results. Yours, on the other hand…” You glanced up at the sky as you stepped out of the train station—it was already nighttime.

“Can you shut up for a single minute? I already have to deal with you all the time. For the love of—just stop talking, girl,” he snapped.

You simply looked at him, already used to his sudden outbursts.

“Oh, baby, don’t be sad. Tomorrow will be your day, and you’ll manage to recruit some people. Besides, aren’t you the boss’s impeccable, invaluable favorite recruiter?” You pouted playfully, stopping in front of him again, this time by your car. You cupped his face in your hands, only for him to push them away and roll his eyes.

“I’m not arguing with a brat… Why don’t you just go back to your family?” he said, setting his black suitcase down and rubbing his chin. “Oh, right. I forgot. You don’t have anyone because no one can stand you. Your parents abandoned you, and your fiancé cheated on you…”

He spoke slowly, and when his gaze met yours, he noticed a brief flicker of vulnerability—but you quickly masked it with a smile.

He almost felt bad for you. Almost. But he didn’t regret saying it, and he would do it again if necessary.

“Whatever. Family is just a burden. I don’t need anyone, and I can live just fine on my own. Besides, maybe you should be worried, huh? The boss would never have sent me to you if he didn’t think you needed help. Maybe he realized just how useless you are.” You winked and got into your car.

As you started the engine and rolled down the window, the man remained standing there, lost in his thoughts, trapped by your words.

“Hey, baby, don’t walk around alone at night. This area is dangerous,” you teased before driving off.

He simply clenched his jaw, a growing resentment bubbling inside him.

He saw you as a threat. You would never take his place.

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When you arrived at your apartment, you tossed your keys onto the table and hung your coat in the closet. You placed your shoes inside as well before closing the door.

With a sigh, you headed straight to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the hot shower—you really needed this. The water cascaded down your body, relaxing you, and a tired sigh escaped your lips.

Your mother and father would never have been proud of the person you became, but that was their fault. They were the ones who raised you the “right” way. Any mistake was met with punishment.

You became cold, sarcastic, and quiet around others. But no one ever really knew you. No one saw the pain, the fear, or the scars you carried from a disturbing childhood.

You had a slight fear of showing emotions or affection to anyone. There was only one person you had ever felt comfortable with, but even they betrayed you. So now, you truly had no one.

That day in the alley changed your life—but you still wondered if it was for better or worse. Everything felt strange. You felt strange.

Some days, your emotions felt numb. Other days, you just wanted to break down and cry with someone. But everyone you had trusted either betrayed you or left you traumatized. You would never trust anyone again.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned off the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel, drying your hair with another. You went to your room, grabbed some pajamas from your closet, and got dressed. After brushing and drying your hair, you applied some perfume and walked into the kitchen to make some tea.

One of the perks of living alone and having no friends was that you could use the guest room however you wanted—so you turned it into a library.

Once your tea was ready, you grabbed a book and headed to the balcony of your penthouse. The cold air brushed against your skin, but somehow, it didn’t bother you.

#the salesman x reader #squid game #gong yoo #the salesman #front man #gi hun squid game #fanfic #imagines #imagine #x reader #fem reader #player 001 #player 456

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wmnwntmefshfrme · 7 months ago

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I FINISHED THEM. I DID IT. WOOHOO (crying)

edit: putting myself back in the trenches, more extreme though since i'm making character sheets LMAOAOA

design notes:

Yaira: nothing changed

Estrella: dead mom ponytail gone </3 i only did it in the og drawing of her bc its funny

Robin: ROBINNNN. IM SO SORRY I FORGOT THE PUFF BUNS UUEHEHHHHH- anyway, when i was planning out the designs for the other named npcs, i was like "why the hell are there so many gingers" so i made her have blue hair :3 to match with her confidence stat :3 also gave her yellow/orange eyes instead of green bc there were also a lot of green eyed npcs

Sydney: SKUNK HAIR. I DUNNO HOW I FORGOT ABOUT THAT YUMMY DYE STYLE. SYDNEY IM SORRY. i completely forgot i wanted to still have her natural hair (also just made pink bc teehee i like whimsy) to show

Whitney: not much changed besides the hair style. completely forgot i wanted her to be super gyaru OTL. gave her cheek piercings bc they're cute :3

Kylar: i lowkey started to not like how i did her hair originally and then came across all the sketches i made for the LIs and was like FLUFFY KY :3 ofc had to keep the emo bangs :3

Avery: nothing changed LMAOAOA

Great Hawk: FEATHER HAIR. I FORGOT I MADE A SKETCH FOR FEATHER-LIKE HAIR FOR HER. IM MAD AT MYSELF.

Black Wolf: not much changed, just made her hair longer bc why not

Alex: not much changed, just made he hair more of a red red, darkened her skin, altered her bangs, and changed the color of her bandana. still wanted to keep her looking like a cutie patootie

Eden: I ACCIDENTALLY GAVE HER A GIANT FOREHEAD THE FIRST TIME AND I DIDN'T MEAN TO SOBBING. not much changed though, just made her hair darker and have a green tint to it. look im trying to make my designs have lots of whimsy

Quinn: you can tell with Quinn LMAO. i just felt like she needed to have a distinct look since she's a special npc n all :3 classic purple and green color scheme for a shady character

Bailey: i'm gonna be honest, i was originally gonna go with a mean asian mom look for Bailey but then i was like "....what if muscle mommy"

Remy: i wanted her to look like a little shit. that's all

Briar: tried to go for a bit of a Jessica Rabbit and Rarity type aura. i really like her design and she could put me in the underground brothel any day :3 /j

Leighton: just an old hag, nothing special

Harper: wanted to make her look a little inhuman??? i think i got it with how dead her skin looks idk. also wanted her to look like a little shit

Landry: here's where the asian mom look went. i like her and Mickey's dynamic and they both just look like regular people (better for crime)

Sirris: Sydney if she was older. idk what else i should've done lol

River: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 1)

Doren: i wanted her hair to look fluffy as hell

Winter: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 2)

Mason: SEAWEED HAIR. that's all

Charlie: wanted to embody :3c

Darryl: she's very cutie patootie to me so i made her a cute patootie

Sam: wanted her to look like candy kinda. idk :3

Niki: i only made her hair a little longer and no weird two layer thing for the short portion

Zephyr: wanted her to look smug and also kinda cute???? idk, i didn't really have a vision for her

Jordan: also didn't really have a vision for her, but it did want her to gave similar eyes to Quinn

Gwylan: her i did have a vision for :3c she's a cutie patootie, that's all :3

Wren: thought a side shave would make her look cooler

Mickey: hairstyle changed a little. other than that, not much changed

Morgan: still a wet rat

Ivory Wraith: nothing changed (they have special eyes tho)

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missbellie · 3 months ago

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I'm Better Than Him- Kang No-eul 0.2

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Pair: No-eul × F!Reader

Context: You had a boyfriend who was a complete jerk, and a best friend who was completely gay for you. When No-eul found out about the breakup, she made sure you completely forgot about the guy, and consoled you in every way.

Warning: none.

Words: 8k

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In the middle of the night, your body woke up. With a jump, you sat up in bed. You heard a noise of something falling, and looked around, your eyes still adjusting to the light in the room, since you had fallen asleep with the light on. When your senses returned, you noticed that something was vibrating, you looked at your bedside table, noticing that what was vibrating so much was not there. It was then that your eyes met the ground, and you saw your cell phone on the ground. The vibration ended, and you bent your body, reaching for your phone. A missed call from No-eul, your best friend, and a message.

No-eul🩷

"Hey pretty, u still up?" 1:30 AM

You sighed, and resumed the call, only having to wait two seconds until you heard your best friend's voice through the cell phone "Hey pretty, how are you? Did I wake you up?" The girl asks, dragging out the "hey." Her voice was cheerful, and on a normal day you would have smiled, laughed, and made a joke about the situation. But not today. You kept your countenance serious and expressionless. "No, I was just in the bathroom. Do you need anything?" The sentence ends up coming out more dryly than intended, and No-eul notices it immediately. She takes a few seconds to respond, thinking about what she would say. "No, just checking you out. Go to sleep, it's late for the kids to be up at this hour." No-eul teased, and she could almost see the exact expression on your face when she heard a short but sincere nasal laugh.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, getting up from the bed. "No-eul, good night." You hung up before you could hear the girl's response. You threw the phone onto the bed and took off your black leather trench coat, throwing it onto the armchair. You stood in front of the mirror, taking off each piece of clothing. One piece, one thought, one new doubt, one new insecurity, one new feeling, one new piece of your heart ripped out. "Was my body not beautiful enough?" You ask yourself, looking at your half-naked body, wearing only your underwear. You looked at your breasts in your bra, your belly, your waist, your hips. Were your legs too thin for him? Or too thick? Was your waist too defined, or nonexistent? Were your breasts too small or too big? The space between your thighs? Was there even a noticeable space between them? Was it your face? Your hair? Your manner?

You touched the soft skin of your belly, feeling a knot in it. A sigh escaped your lips and you felt a shiver, obviously having spent those minutes without clothes, your body felt cold. You quickly went to bed, grabbing your pajamas and quickly putting them on, going back to bed, which you were beginning to consider staying there forever, like a shell of pain. However, No-eul's morning was normal. She woke up at 5, went to the gym, took a shower at 6, and left home for work at 6:50. But obviously, she didn't stop worrying about you. When she saw that you weren't at work, she sent another message to you, asking if you were okay. She sighed, putting her phone down and going back to work. No-eul is a lesbian, and you know it perfectly well, however, you don't know that No-eul has had the biggest crush on you since the day you met.

You noticed that No-eul would sometimes flirt with you, but it was all in fun, right? After all, you were completely straight... Right? Well, it was the only (half) secret that No-eul kept from you. She loved you, and tried to show it, but the more she tried, the more blind you became to these facts, and it irritated her. But what irritated -and hurt- the girl the most was when you showed up with your idiot boyfriend. She hated him. The hungry way he always looked at you, the touches on your waist, cheek, neck, or the disgusting kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. It all made her sick. She knew she was better, much, much better than any man you had ever dated, or kissed. She knew you better than anyone else, she knew how to love you, how to treat you like you truly deserve. She just knows better.

And she knows something is wrong when you miss work. She, however, waited until the end of her shift to grab her things, her car keys and drive to your house. She knocked on your door loudly, waiting for your to answer. A minute later, she knocked again, this time longer and stronger. She only stopped when she saw your pajama-clad figure, disheveled and with puffy and red eyes. She was slightly startled and looked you up and down. "What the fuck happened to you?" She asks, looking at you in shock. It’s not like it’s the first time she’s seen you like this, you’ve seen each other in all sorts of ways. But for No-eul to see you in that state was completely abnormal. You made room for the taller one to enter, not saying anything. "Would you like something to drink?" You asked, hoarse from having just woken up, not answering the girl's question.

No-eul walked around the room already familiar, and sat down on the couch. "Water, please..." She answers, looking at you from behind with a frown and half-closed eyes conveying strangeness and concern. When you return, No-eul notices a glass of wine in your left hand, and a glass of water in your right. You place both glass objects on the low table in front of the sofa, and sit on the sofa sideways, standing in front of No-eul. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" No-eul insists, picking up the glass of water and taking a small sip. "You weren't well yesterday when I called you, you miss work, you don't reply to my messages and you still sleep all day.You're not sick, because yesterday you were perfectly fine. What's wrong, Min-young? Is it with your parents? Your sister? Nam-Chul?"

When No-eul says the boy's name, your gaze drops to your lap, holding back tears. You try to hide it, picking up your glass of wine and sipping. Noticing your watery eyes, No-eul's eyes darkened with anger. "What did he do?" She asks, if you didn't know the girl you'd say all her worry was replaced by anger. The girl took a deep breath and leaned her body slightly, touching just above your knee and lowering her face to meet your eyes."I'm your best friend... You can tell me anything. Whatever it is, I'll help you and support you. You know that. But if you want me to help you, you have to talk to me... If you want a hug, I'm here, okay?" You looked into the girl's dark eyes, and you see sincerity in the girl. You thought for a few seconds. It wasn't about whether you wanted to talk to the girl or not, what you wanted most was to tell her this and cry in her arms, but you couldn't speak, it was stuck in your throat.

No-eul realized yourdifficulty and raised her head, sighing. She approached you, and gently grabbed your chin, making you look at her. You obeyed her touch, looking into her eyes once more. "Let's do this...I brought your favorite ice cream," the girl says slowly and quietly, nodding toward the bag left on the floor in the hallway that you hadn't even noticed. "Let's watch a movie or the series you like, while we eat and then if, and I repeat: if you want, you talk about what happened, hum? How does that sound?" The girl asks with a small smile on the corner of her lips, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I like that idea..." You mumble, looking over your shoulder at the bag you left on the floor. "I'm going to take a shower first. You can start getting things ready." No-eul nodded, with a victorious smile and stood up, first picking up the bag, and heading to the kitchen afterwards.

You also got up and went to your room to take a shower. You closed the bedroom door and entered the bathroom, locking the door. You hurried into the shower, wanting to get back to the couch with No-eul. You dried yourself quickly and put on some comfortable clothes, leaving your hair wet. When you returned to the living room, No-eul was already sitting down, with a large blanket on her lap, with several snacks spread out on the small table in front of the couch. You smiled and ran over to her, sitting down on the couch, next to the girl. No-eul is startled, but lets out a laugh and puts an arm behind her back, snuggling closer. You smiled and sighed as you felt the girl's warm body against yours. You adjusted the blanket over the two of them and picked up the remote, choosing a series for both of them to watch. It certainly wasn't how you thought you were going to spend the rest of your afternoon, but that's one of the things you love most about your best friend: the way she always knew what you needed, even when you don't even know what you needed.

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taglist: @wlvlurvsfimmia

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I liked this one, proud of myself guys🙌🏼

Hope you liked it

Xoxo!

#squid game #kang noeul #sapphic #sapphism #cute #kang no eul #guard 011

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sevikasbeloved · 3 months ago

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The Job (Sev x Reader)

This is just a one shot that I thought was cute and simple which I did to get back into writing again, it’s inspired by @archangeldyke-all ‘s CEO one shots because I just fell in love with them so much. This I sort of a prelude to how they might’ve met possibly maybe, I’m not sure, I haven’t proofread so if it’s bad throw tomato’s idk😋

The hustle and bustle of the city was one of the things that drew you to it the most, the way the world seemed never to stop spinning, things never stopped happening - as overwhelming as it all was, it felt safe, unpredictable, but safe.

Ready for the day ahead though, you stumbled down the street, rushing against the clock to catch the last rush hour train of the morning, the strap of your bag sitting uncomfortably on the edge of your shoulder as you bumped past slow walkers and people just finishing their late night shifts.

The train station itself was packed in like a tin of sardines, and the smell wasn’t so far off either. As you slowly edged to the end of the platform, hoping to get a better shot at catching the train you couldn’t help your impulses as your nose inhaled something so rank,

“Jesus, did somebody fucking fart or something?!” You said, nay, you yelled out loud.

Your impromptu comment garnered a couple laughs but mostly people stared at you like you were crazy, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. They quickly forgot about your short lived outburst as the train pulled into the station with a deafening screech as it scraped against the metal tracks. In an instant you felt the already tight crowd become even tighter as people pushed against each other in hopes to reach the door.

You weren’t the smallest person in the world, but in this sea of 6 ft tall robot-like corporate men and women, you could feel your chest constrict just a little. You remained calm though, looking ahead at the door as you’d done so many times before. Being small had its advantages; you could slip past people and they’d treat it as an inconvenience rather than disrespect, sometimes people would even move out of the way, like you were vulnerable and had highest priority.

You managed to sleuth your way onto the train after a small group of people, finding a seat easily just one seat out from the end of the carriage. You made an unspoken promise to yourself never to sit on an end seat again after you were trapped for an hour on the train next to this dude who couldn’t help talking and spitting so loudly on the phone, not caring one iota for your personal space.

The train filled quite quickly after you with what felt like hundreds of people rushing to get a seat. You sat there content with a smug smile that definitely pissed off those unable to catch a chair in time.

Beside you, on the end seat, a tall woman sat down, draped in a black woollen trench coat, a silk black shirt that was unbuttoned tastefully above her cleavage and some plain black slacks that hugged her thighs deliciously. You couldn’t help gawking at beautiful strangers on the train, in fact it became a fun pastime for you as you waited for the train to slowly encroach on your station. But with her sat so close to you, you only felt flustered; one, at the fact you could only make out her figure from your peripheral, and two, the fact that as she sat down, she spread herself thin, opening her legs as she let her arm dangle between them, an expensive looking watch peeking from beneath her coats sleeve.

You suddenly felt a stiff sensation against the back of your head, and you turned it slightly to see her arm had stretched out behind you. Your initial reaction to her had quickly turned sour as you looked at her with stern eyes, but not once did she look at you. Instead she gazed down at your bag that sat on your lap, a small smirk on her face. You felt a bit puzzled, her lack of personal space would have been enough for you to say something, like you’d done many times before, but the way her stone eyes lingered, you wanted to know what she was thinking more than anything.

Like she could read your mind, her eyes darted up to meet yours, her smirk growing more haughty. You pulled a tight lipped smile, feeling your cheeks grow red hot at her vicious gaze. Suddenly, she leaned over, her hand grazing your shoulder as her lips came dangerously close to your ear.

“How many bags do you have?” She whispered, pulling back with a softer and more inquisitive expression.

“I- what?” You stuttered out, confused.

“Sorry, I just mean that’s a really nice bag, I’d be shocked if you didn’t own a collection.” She explained, her brow quaking like she knew she was right.

You snorted embarrassed that she saw through you that easily,

“Well you’re right, not that it makes any of this okay” you readjusted your position to face her a little easier, even though she was sitting, her towering height was still evidently clear.

“What do you mean?” She husked, brows knitting tightly together.

“Well, your arm is practically using my neck as a rest.” You say, prodding into her gently.

She watched your hand as it made its action, chuckling softly as she moved her arm, resting her head on her palm as she stared at you.

“Sorry, I forget where I am sometimes.” She yielded, a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

“It’s okay,” you bit your tongue a little, knowing if it was anyone else you would’ve ripped them to pieces by now, “anyway, how did you know I owned a collection, are you an obscure designer I should probably know the name of?”

She didn’t respond immediately, her nose scrunching as she seemed to fight back laughter.

“Uh, obscure, yes, designer, no, not quite at least.” She started.

“I’m intrigued…” you led on,

“I work in fashion, more so the business side of it though.” She explained.

“Weird, I work in fashion also.”

“Oh really? I woulda never known!” She snarked, her eyes leaving yours as an announcement played,

The next station is Yule Street

She sucked in a sharp but quick breath as she readjusted herself,

“That’s my stop, sweetheart.”

You almost froze a bit as she said it, the pet name paired with the fact that it was also your stop making you freak out a little internally.

“What are the chances?” You scoffed, pulling your bag over your shoulder again.

She narrowed her eyes at you, a small smile creeping onto her expression,

“Not low if you’re stalking me.” She chided,

“You’re obscure remember, what need would I have to stalk you?”

She only laughed like you told the funniest joke in the world and you seemed to be missing all the context. She stood up as the train pulled into the station, gripping the pole as she effortlessly swung towards the door. She looked back at you with a grin,

“You comin’?”

You rolled your eyes, suddenly finding yourself with a “travel to work buddy”. As you both stepped off the train and out of the platform you stopped to look at eachother,

“I never got your name?” She started,

“Oh it’s, y/n.” You held out a hand to shake hers, she took it instinctively.

“Y/n, I’m Sevika.”

“Hi.” You could only manage to say.

an awkward beat of silence hummed between the two of you.

“Well, I guess, maybe I’ll see you around?” She said, suddenly unsure of what to do with herself.

“Yeah, maybe,” you lied, knowing that in this huge jungle of a city the chances of seeing her again were slim, “well I’m heading that way so,” you pointed in the direction behind her.

“You gotta be kidding me.” She mumbled as her head swung to the sky.

Suddenly it clicked for you around the same time it did for her. There was only one fashion company in this area.

“Okay, I just wanna say I am not stalking you, I know it doesn’t look that great right now but-“

“Shut up, let’s go, you’ll be late.” She interrupted playfully as she tapped your back, already making strides towards your now shared office.

You scurried behind her, and the two of you walked in mostly silence besides the awkward giggle you’d let out every time she’d glance at you.

As you reached the bottom of the tall skyscraper office, you looked at her, thinking maybe she’d say she was just kidding, and that she just wanted to walk you to work. But she kept walking ahead of you, stuffing her hands into her pockets, suddenly trying to avoid the gazed of others.

Weird, you thought, but you kept moving into the building, and as you walked in behind her, you watched intently at how she interacted with the people around. A couple waves and mindless nods, and as she hit the front desk she leaned up against it like she owned the place. You stood beside her, looking up at her with a puzzled expression.

She looked down at you from her peripheral with a smirk, clearly finding humour in something you hadn’t quite figured out yet.

“Thanks, darlin’” she husked to the lady behind the desk, taking the keycard from her hands. The receptionist blushed, waving her through.

Sevika stepped to the side, but stopped, seemingly to wait for you. Your body froze up a little more, the sudden realisation that you weren’t really working there, at least not officially, and that it would probably blow up in your face in the next couple of seconds.

“Hi, I’m here for an interview for the junior stylist position.” You mumbled, not wanting sevika to overhear you.

You looked at her briefly to see her eyes elsewhere, all over the building as she waited for you, leaning up against the turnstiles.

“Oh, perfect! You’re a little early so you can wait in the lobby until the interviewer is ready.” The receptionist said aloud.

“Okay, thanks.” You bit your lip as you looked back at Sevika who was now staring at you with a knowing look.

You walked towards her, embarrassed.

“So,” she trailed,

“I don’t work here, yet.” You admitted.

“I figured, I would’ve remembered a face like yours.” She grinned.

You shook your head all flustered, “sure, I could’ve worked here without you knowing though, there’s like a million people in this lobby alone.”

“And I know all of ‘em.” She stated like it was fact.

“Yeah, you just know everyone in this building, for some reason I find that hard to believe.”

She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, like you were challenging her, and she took the bait. She held a finger at you, signalling you to wait right where you stood, and you did, watching her walk back to the desk and say something you couldn’t quite work out to the receptionist.

They both looked at you, and then back at each other before Sevika approached you again.

“You can come with me.” She said, walking right past you as she tapped the keycard against the reader.

Your face was shot with utter confusion but you hurried through the turnstiles before they closed on you anyhow.

“What the fuck? Can you just do that? I’m meant to be waiting for an interview.” You spluttered out.

“I'm doing your interview now.” She said, stoic in demeanour as she pressed the button for the lift.

“Excuse me? You can just…do that?”

She chuckled,

“You know, you should really check who the higher ups in this company are before you apply for this position.”

The elevator door opened with a muted dinging sound. She stepped in cooly, holding the door open as you stood there entirely dumbfounded.

“You comin’?” She said, echoing her words on the train.

You followed her silently, all of a sudden unsure how to act infront of someone who alleges to be a ‘higher up’.

“So you work in the business side of things?”

“Something like that.” She hummed, her eyes watching the numbers on the elevator rise slowly.

You also watched as the number kept increasing, higher and higher, and then, it clicked.

“Holy shit…” you breathed.

You could hear a faint laughter but you, still in shock, couldn’t process it at all.

“You own everything don’t you…” your voice creeped in disbelief.

“Heh, yeah.” She hummed.

“Oh.” You hoped you were wrong in all honesty, because as first impressions go, you were making an absolute spectacle of yourself.

Your heart pounded out of your chest, as though this new information changed every atom in the lift, closing you in with someone who could make or break your career.

Her hand came to your shoulder, and she looked at you with a hint of concern.

“Hey, there is nothing to be worried about, I’m sure you’ll do fine.” She said,

Truly, you wanted to believe her, but you could only imagine she’s said this a thousand times to a thousand applicants who didn’t get the job.

You smiled reluctantly as you clenched your fist around the strap of your bag. The lift finally opened, on floor 65.

The doors opened and immediately the first thing you noticed was the absence of cubical space, and then you noticed the lack of other employees. Your eyes scanned the open concept floor, quickly noting how homey it all felt for an office space.

Sevika walked ahead of you, shrugging her coat onto the brown leather couch without a care. She rounded the glass coffee table that sat in the centre of a room creating a makeshift conversation pit. You suddenly realised as you followed meekly behind her that this entire floor was hers alone.

“Does it ever get lonely up here?” Your impulsive nature spoke for you before you could catch yourself.

She didn’t respond immediately, sitting at her desk as she shuffled papers across the glass, pulling open a small drawer as she picked out a small roll-up, placing it between her lips.

She looked up at you then darted her eyes and nodded her head to the seat parallel to hers. You followed her silent instructions immediately, placing your bag beside your feet.

You waited for her to light up, and as you heard the crackling of the paper you smelt a floral note arise from her roll-up. You couldn’t help your face contorting in curiosity, her own eyes fluttering to yours as she took a deep inhale, her lips curling against the tip of the roll-up as she watched you look at her in awe.

She exhaled, leaning back, “Not lonely, no.” She placed her roll-up on a silver ashtray, “bored sometimes, but enough ends up happening in a day that I won’t stay bored.”

You nodded, like you could understand being bored as an owner of a multimillion dollar company.

She sat forward, resting her forearms on the desk as she sized you up. You tried for a moment to hold her eye contact, to show you were up for the job without any words, but her silver shot eyes made you nervous causing your gaze to wander to your lap, fiddling like a child with your fingers.

“I suppose we can skip introductions, y/n.” She said,

You nodded, hoping she’d continue in your silence,

“So you’re applying for the junior stylist position, why?”

You’d practised this speech a dozen times over the last two weeks, but as you sat in front of her, you couldn’t help feeling unbearably inept for this job.

“I, uh, It’s my passion I suppose, clothes are my passion.” You were winging it, and you were sure she knew that too, “I believe in my talent of transforming people. I know clothes are the first ingredient to one’s self expression, and to have a part of that in a company, sorry, your company, would mean the world to me.”

You watched her intently as her shoulders fell slightly, and a small smile creeped up on her face. She sat back in her seat again, reaching down into the open drawer as she pulled out a pair of glasses and a sheet of paper.

Her glasses sat on the tip of her hooked nose as she read over the piece of paper in silence. You let your eyes wander the room again, too anxious to sit there and just stare at her. You noticed behind her a framed news article;

First Queer Female CEO Debuts Her Fashion Magazine

It was dated 20 years ago. You found yourself feeling almost proud of her, which was a weird feeling considering she’s made steps in the industry you could only dream to achieve.

Queer

That word stuck out to you, obviously. You knew she was gay, you could spot it off of her from a mile off, but to be accredited correctly, to be publicly praised by those parasite newspapers as a queer woman, it was admirable to say the least.

“You had your own clothing brand?” She asked suddenly, jolting you back into your reality.

“Uh yes, I did.”

“What happened to it?” She placed the paper down, removing her glasses simultaneously.

You shifted uncomfortably for a moment, the harsh memories of a failed business venture flooding in.

“It was my dream for a long time and it was working too,” your nose scrunched as you heard yourself refer to your baby as a thing of the past. It was never something you spoke about, and if you did, you always downplayed the hurt that came from it.

“Then, money got tight, I had to support my sickly mother which also meant less time spent working on my brand, eventually my partner that I’d built the brand with just couldn’t keep up with it on their own.”

There was a crisp silence afterwards, a silence you knew too well, a pity silence. You hated pity.

She read the name of your former brand, “five years with profit after the first year though,” she looked up at you from the page, “it’s more of a success story than you might expect.”

“You don’t need to be nice about it, I-“ you shook off,

“I’m not being nice, I’m being honest.” She interrupted you, like what you said was almost offensive.

Despite the cold delivery of it, you could hear the warmth that lingered beneath, and it made you smile.

“Y/n, I’m gonna be honest,”

You braced yourself for the worst,

“Besides your personal brand, you don’t have nearly enough experience or education for this role.”

There it was.

“But,” she accentuated, like she could see your heart breaking in real time, “I like you.”

Your brows still wound tightly together, you looked up at her with feigned curiosity.

“You have an energy I think I’ve been needing in this company, I like your confidence in your work, I also like how you’re not quick to praise yourself, even when you might deserve it.” You noticed the gap in her teeth for the first time as she flashed a crooked smile.

“Tell you what,” she moved to stand up, and for some reason you followed her lead again, “I’m gonna talk to some people, see what we can do for you,”

She stepped towards you, looking faithfully into her eyes as her hands easily found a post-it note and pen. She cupped your hand in hers as she placed both items into yours,

“Write down your number and email, and I’ll personally let you know what the decision is, okay?” She whispered, the close proximity and her hand still cupping yours making for a strangely intimate moment.

“Okay.” You barely got out as you began writing your details down, drawing a little heart on the corner of the note, “shit, force of habit, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you did good, sweetheart, like I said you would.”

#sevika #arcane #wlw #sevika x reader

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adventuresofalgy · 3 months ago

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The day was black, and so was the weather forecast. The agitated weather birds were flying all around Scotland issuing stark warnings, crying out as they passed overhead that Storm Éowyn was on the way to wreak havoc in the more densely populated regions of the country on Friday.

Algy was never quite sure how accurate their forecast was likely to be, but as they had issued a rare "danger to fluffy birds" alert for the area not all that far south of Algy's home, he decided to take no chances.

For the moment, however, nothing very unusual was happening: it was just dark, windy and wet, but that was entirely unremarkable in the wild west Highlands in January. So before he retreated to a place of safety to sit out the storm, Algy decided to recite a long poem for the benefit of anyone who might be listening, as he might not have another chance for a day or two…

Hopping up into an elder bush, Algy began to repeat an old poem about a storm at sea. As he lived on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, Algy was always especially concerned for the folk out at sea when the wind and the waves became really angry, and although the poem was written hundreds of years ago, and the construction of ships had changed considerably since that time, he knew that seafarers were still at very considerable risk in storm force conditions…

The south and west winds joined, and, as they blew, Waves like a rolling trench before them threw. Sooner than you read this line, did the gale, Like shot, not feared till felt, our sails assail; And what at first was called a gust, the same Hath now a storm's, anon a tempest's name. Jonas, I pity thee, and curse those men, Who when the storm raged most, did wake thee then; Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfil All offices of death, except to kill. But when I waked, I saw, that I saw not. I, and the sun, which should teach me had forgot East, west, day, night, and I could only say, If the world had lasted, now it had been day. Thousands our noises were, yet we 'mongst all Could none by his right name, but thunder call: Lightning was all our light, and it rained more Than if the sun had drunk the sea before. Some coffined in their cabins lie, equally Grieved that they are not dead, and yet must die. And as sin-burdened souls from graves will creep, At the last day, some forth their cabins peep: And tremblingly ask what news, and do hear so, Like jealous husbands, what they would not know.

[Algy is reciting part of the long poem The Storm by the late 16th/early 17th English poet John Donne, in a modern English version.]

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fyrewalkwithmee · 1 year ago

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Cherries and Wine Pt.1

Dale Cooper x Reader

This is a NSFW fic 18+ only.

Synopsis: You are undercover as a bartender at One Eyed Jacks and are waiting for your partner, Agent Cooper, to come and get you out of there. You and Dale ingest a mysterious liquid that heightens arousal. Shenanigans ensue ;)

Warnings: tension, descriptions of arousal, reader is working in a brothel, alcohol, poisoning, making out, SPOILERS if you haven't seen twin peaks.

Word count: 3.4k (I'm so sorry)

AN: I'm sorry this is so long idk what happened. If you find all this detail boring maybe skip to the next chapter which will be smut. As always if you like the story please like, comment or message me to let me know! Enjoy.

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It was your third and final night working as a "bartender" at one-eyed jacks. It had been your idea to go undercover and had you gained valuable intel on Laura Palmer's involvement with the brothel. So after 3 long days, your partner would be coming to get you the hell out of there. He would be posing as a wealthy businessman travelling across the states on his way to a meeting. At the club, he would start chatting you up and take you into a private room where you would escape through the window. Part of you couldn't wait to see him and finally leave that godforsaken place.

Another part of you was secretly dreading it.

You and Agent Cooper hadn't left on the best of terms. Let's just say he wasn't overly excited by the idea of you being all alone, surrounded by unpredictable characters in a place that a murdered girl frequented. You understood his concerns, you really did. Cooper was a highly skilled agent, extremely intuitive and charming. You assumed he felt some level of responsibility for you being a few years your senior and far more experienced working in the field. But sometimes you felt like your partner forgot that you too were a trained professional. You needed to feel capable in your position, encouraged, not held back. He seemed to be that way with everyone else, so why not you?

You found yourself reliving the conversation the two of you had 3 days prior when your partner had dropped you off a couple blocks away from the club. Coopers eyes were filled with dread, he would have done anything for you not to get out of that car.

"I don't like this agent, I really don't. All of these men and the nature of the business, not to mention the club is out of our jurisdiction I-"

"It's going to be fine, alright." you interrupted his anxious ramble "Our plan is airtight, I just need a couple of days and if I don't find anything, come get me."

"If things go south you call us straight away okay?"

"Do you really have such little faith in me?"

"Of course, I have faith in you. It's just your first time undercover alone and it's a very delicate case."

"What you don't trust me? don't think I can pull it off?

"That's not what I meant. i don't want anything happening to you... for the sake of the case"

"Right well, for 'the sake of the case' I better go."

You exited the car slamming the door a little hard. Cooper looked regretful and like he was trying to find the right words to say. One last quip of encouragement that might ease the tension between the two of you, but nothing came to mind. His eyes met yours as you slipped off your trench coat revealing a slinky, long black dress that clung tightly to your figure. You were happy with the way you looked. The dress paired with some makeup and the long blonde wig you chose made you look exactly like one of the club girls. You handed Dale the trench through the window as he oggled at you wide-eyed.

"Having fun?" you snapped him out of his trance. "Sorry you look um... do you have your gun?" was he serious?

"No Dale I left my gun at the hotel" you said to yourself in your head mockingly.

You leaned over giving Dale even more of an eyeful than he already had and lifted up one side of your dress exposing your leg wrapped in sheer black stockings with suspenders that trailed up to reveal a lacy garter that held in place a tiny pistol. You decided to go all out with the undercover allowance given to you by the bureau. "I always bring protection. See you in 3 days." And with that, you dropped your dress and started swiftly towards the club leaving Agent Cooper in the dust.

You met with the club mother, an older woman who smelt of whiskey and cigarettes. You gave her big doll eyes as you told her a lengthy tale of all the clubs you've worked at and how all the men loved to get a drink from you, the girl who could use her tongue to tie cherry stems. Cherry was also your decided name and you had prepared a whole backstory so that you could seem as genuine as possible. You demonstrated your cherry-tying skills and managed to secure a role on the bar. She called a young-looking girl into the room and told her to help you pick out your uniform. As you went to leave the dimly lit room the woman called out, "Oh Cherry dear, don't think just because you're working behind the bar you won't have to also serve our clients in other ways. We all do our part around here." your stomach dropped, you assumed that the bar girls remained at the bar. You felt a wave of panic wash over you. What were you to do if some slimey man asked to take you into one of the other rooms? You would have to find a way out, but how without breaking your cover? You calmed yourself internally and turned to the woman, "Of course, not a problem" You said it so sweetly you could almost taste it.

Your first night had been quite uneventful. You served drinks, got chatted up and watched as the club girls worked their magic as the customers spent their money. You had no luck finding anything about Laura Palmer until the second night when a grey-haired man came and sat down at the bar. He had a down look about him which was strange seeing as most of the men who came to the club couldn't wipe the smiles off their faces.

"Tough day sugar?" you sauntered your way over to him as he gazed up at you. He straightened his posture and gave you a weak smile, in a thick southern accent he spoke, "Just found out one of my favourite girls was... well is no longer with us."

You lit up inside but tried your best to put on your best puppy dog eyes and gently grabbed his hand, "Oh no you poor thing. I'll tell you what. Imma make you a drink and you can tell me all about it. How's that sound?"

His eyes scaled your body hungrily and he smiled crookedly, "Sounds like a dream baby."

One hour and half a bottle of Jack Daniels later you had found out all you had to know about Laura Palmer's involvement with the club and you had pumped the older man with so much whiskey he didn't have the wits about him to ask you into a private room. He held your hands tightly as he slurred, "You're an angel baby." you giggled at him with a hint of disgust that you knew he wouldn't pick up on in his state, "No sweetheart, I'm Cherry." He laughed a boisterous laugh, "You are my new favourite! I'll see you tomorrow, I can't wait to get to know all of you." He finished his sentence eyes gaping right at your chest. "Oh God help me" you said to yourself, saying goodbye to the man.

Your last night couldn't have come quicker, you had gotten ready early to help pass the time and were in the bar polishing glasses when one of the other girls fittingly named 'Candy' entered. "You look especially pretty tonight. Someone special coming in?" You chuckled, "No one in particular." She continued, "Watch out for that man you were talking to last night, I hear he's racked up quite a debt with the club." she winked at you and went to serve a customer. Laura sure knew how to pick em you thought taking a deep breath.

A couple hours had passed and you found yourself constantly scanning the room eager to find Agent Cooper and get this over with. Your eyes met another familiar pair but to your dismay, it wasn't Cooper, it was Mr. Jack Daniels.

He made his way over with a confident stride and sat down in front of you. He grabbed your hand and placed a wet kiss on the top of it. "I saw you looking for me baby, this is gonna be a night to remember." You tried your best not to punch the smile right off his face, instead, you grabbed the bottle of Jack and went to make his usual when he stopped you, "Oh no my little Cherry, tonight we're having the good stuff." He called over Candy and asked her to get his 'special' bottle, he then began to tell you about how this spirit would make you feel things you've never felt before.

You pretended to listen but felt all the noise around you wash away when you spotted a tall man enter the area. He was talking to one of the clubgoers and nodded towards your area of the bar. They had a chuckle about something and he slowly made his way towards you. You couldn't help but check him out, starting with the shiny black shoes he wore. They were paired with a tuxedo that fit him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and long frame. As he walked closer and further from the dim lights you could see black hair slicked back revealing a strong jaw and cheekbones. He wore a pair of spectacles that circled a pair of deep dark eyes that locked with yours and you suddenly realised that the handsome stranger was in fact, Agent Cooper.

Your eyes widened for a moment and the old man went to look at what had caused such a reaction but you stopped him quickly, pulling his face towards yours. "wanna see a trick?" he nodded with anticipation and you grabbed a candied cherry putting it in your mouth and seductively moved it around using your tongue to tie the stem. You caught Dales's gaze in the process and to your surprise, neither of you looked away. He had a look in his eyes you'd never seen before. You finished tying the stem and held it between your teeth to show off your work. The old man applauded and went to speak but was interrupted by Cooper who had reached the bar. He leaned towards your red lips and grabbed the stem. He inspected the knot and leaned an elbow on top of the bar. He looked at you through his lashes, "that's very impressive."

His voice was low and smooth and it sent a jolt of arousal coursing through your body.

Is he flirting with me?

You then reminded yourself of the plan. Of course not he's just really committing to this alias. Not that you minded, Dale always kept your relationship strictly professional which was disappointing but you respected his boundaries. But at this moment, for the sake of the case, of course, you had a rare opportunity. You leaned towards him, exposing the cleavage your tight corset created, "Thank you handsome, you know this mouth can do a lot more too." he moved closer and leant both arms on the bar, trapping you with his size, "Is that so?" you bit your lip and looked up at him, fire in your eyes, you nodded.

He wore a mischievous grin that old you knew he was enjoying this as much as you were. "Well, how about you come and show me just how good that little mouth can be." His words shocked and turned you on. You had never heard Agent Cooper talk in such a dirty and suggestive manner, but you were loving it. You felt a delicious tension build in your stomach and your arousal started to form a wet spot in your panties.

The electricity swirling between the two of you was extinguished by the gruff sound of someone clearing their throat. you looked to your right and were reminded that your admirer was still seated at the bar, now with two glasses filled with a dark crimson liquid in front of him.

You had forgotten all about him, just now it was like you and Cooper were the only people in the whole world.

The older man turned to Cooper, placing one of the cups in front of you, "Sorry friend, but I've got Miss Cherry reserved for the night." Cooper lowered his head, "I see. Well, we won't be long." he reached into his coat and pulled out a big wad of cash, "How about you go and hit the casino and I'll have Miss Cherry back to you in no time." The old man stared hungrily at the cash. "Well that seems fair enough, you can warm her up for me ay?" The old man laughed obnoxiously and took the money. Dale clenched his jaw, hating the way he talked about you but forced a chuckle out anyway. And just like that, the man walked away not even uttering a goodbye. You turned to Cooper and whispered, "How did you know he needed money?"

"i did my research" he smirked

"well, should we get out of here then?" you gave him a wink

"Not so soon, we don't want to seem suspicious, let's talk longer." he grabbed the drinks from the table and led you to a quieter end of the bar. he moved in closer to you and raised a glass, he gave you a sincere look and spoke, "Here's to you. A great agent and an even better partner."

You blushed under the low lights finally receiving the approval you always wanted from him. "Thank you, Dale" You clinked your glass with his and you both took a sip of the mysterious liquid, eyes remaining locked. It had a strange, sweet taste and sent a tingling sensation down your throat. You weren't sure why, but something about it made you crave more...you took another sip.

"You never call me that." he furrowed his brows suspiciously, "well, now's a better time to start than any", you replied, happy that he wasn't still upset about the mission. "Hmm, I don't know. I think I prefer handsome." he teased. You scoffed at him and pushed his shoulder playfully. To anyone watching, it probably did seem like the two of you were flirting like any of the other people in the club.

You and Cooper talked for almost an hour, getting lost in conversation regarding the intel you had uncovered and news from the station. It would almost feel like a date if it weren't for the setting and talk about work. You went to take another sip from your cup to find that it was already empty.

A familiar buzz was starting to take effect, you assumed this was from the alcohol but it was mixed with another sensation. A faint burning pulsed through your body, forming an electric heat around your throat and neck, stomach, your breasts... you could feel that the wetness in your panties had grown rapidly into a puddle of arousal.

You hadn't realised it but all this time while talking with Dale you had become more and more turned on. Watching the way his lips moved, how his long fingers danced over the glass and combed through his hair... god that hair! You desperately wanted your hands to replace his. to grip and pull and guide his head lower and lower, to do terrible, sinful things. You had known for a while how much you wanted the older agent, wanted to feel his strong hands grip you, his mouth latched onto yours and on other places too. But this newfound feeling wasn't like anything you'd ever felt, it was a burning desperation that seemed to have a will of its own.

You suddenly felt flushed flipping your wig off your shoulders to help cool yourself. You caught Dale's eyes sneak a glance at your chest, but he quickly looked away adjusting the top of his collar and bowtie. You wondered if he was feeling it too?

Your question was answered when he spoke, "I think it's time to go" he sounded out of breath even though he was sitting down. You agreed with him, taking his hand as you led him out of the bar and into a softly lit hallway. You tried not to react but you could feel the heat from his body transfer to yours and fuel the lustful desire coursing through you. Your crotch throbbed from the slight contact and you moved quickly in search of an empty room. You finally located one and shut the door behind you, immediately looking for a window that would aid your escape.

This room was different from the others but you paid no mind to that heading straight for the windows. The temperature in the room was getting hotter as you both frantically pushed and pulled on the latches but to no avail. the windows were sealed shut.

"Did you not examine the rooms to prepare for the escape?" Dale looked wrecked, his cheeks were flushed and hair dishevelled, two strands hung teasingly over his glasses. "I did but this one was shut off during the daytime!" you replied in a panic trying again to push open the glass. "We're going to have to break it." Dale stated and began taking off his suit jacket to protect his hand.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside of the room and a faint knock on the door, "everything okay in there?". The door started to creep open and you did the first thing that came to mind. You shoved Dale up against the wall and thrust your mouth onto his. His body stiffened from the sudden contact but quickly relaxed into the kiss, he wrapped his arms around your waist pushing your bodies closer to one another.

A large man entered the room, security you assumed, "Everything okay?" your lips left Dale's and you peered at each other with wide eyes. You turned to the man and quickly spoke "All okay." He nodded and closed the door behind him.

You stepped out of Dale's grasp and started stammering, "Cooper, I'm so sorry! I wasn't thin-" but were interrupted by your partner grabbing and turning you so now you were against the wall. His mouth was on yours and he kissed you aggressively, slipping his tongue into your mouth, gripping the back of your head with one hand. you wrapped your own around his neck, pushing yourself into him, needing him closer.

Every move he made felt heavenly, heat and sweat building as you desperately clutched onto each other's bodies. Your arousal was at an all-time high and you instinctively ground your crotch against his quickly discovering that a hard bulge had formed in his pants. A delicious moan escaped Dale's throat before he broke away from your embrace, a slight look of embarrassment on his face. "We really have to go" he spoke desperately and out of breath. You nodded not really knowing what to say.

Cooper told you to step back as he wrapped his hand in his blazer and smashed the window. he got rid of any shards of glass and lifted you up so you could exit the room. You hit the grass outside with a thump and waited for Cooper who followed close behind. The two of you quickly made your way into the night towards the sheriff's truck which was waiting for you a block away.

You walked in silence, panic washing over you as your mind raced with a thousand thoughts about how you and Dale were ever going to recover from the moment you just shared. The cool air was a welcomed relief from the overwhelming heat of the club but nonetheless, you wrapped your arms around yourself. Dale noticed and shook his jacket making sure there were no pieces of glass and gently placed it around your shoulders. The familiar musk of his cologne overcame your senses and you were immediately taken back to your steamy exchange. His hands, his lips, his hair, the feeling of his arousal pressed against your own. You quickly felt the effects of the mysterious liquor begin to work its magic again as the fire in your veins returned, somehow even stronger than before. You were getting wound up and started overheating as your sex clenched around nothing in the cool night air. You looked to Dale. He was in the process of rolling up his white sleeves and had already removed his bowtie, popping open the top buttons of his shirt.

He was feeling it too.

You were so fucked.

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#dale cooper #dale cooper x reader #twin peaks #dale cooper smut

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awsugar · 6 months ago

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And I forgot about the DRUMS!!! I think this is an album they may have been working on for years. I think they are going for a magnum opus

yea so i read this went you sent it at 6am cause ive been out of work sick for a few days now and my sleep is allll messed up. and i tinhatted EXTREMELY close to the sun on this one. but i kind of think im cooking. so let me explain.

also ill just say i think because we know somethings coming but we dont know what BUT we know there are threads throughout somehow connecting things from years prior like. all tinhatting is plausible until proven otherwise. if we want to draw a connection between two things we CAN. and i think thats why im so on board with mcr5 now when i havent been since 2019. bc ive done this before. i was in the trenches for the danger days rollout/promo and the transmissions on the website and everything and THAT was one of the most exciting times of my life and THIS reminds me of that. im glad people never gave up on mcr5 but they never gave me ENOUGH before now to really run with. and now they have and its a free for all. THIS is what being an mcr fan is about. tbh. this is what this fandom has been missing for AGES. when they dont give us teasers and lore and crpytic messages we devolve into like theorizing and arguing with each other about who they are as people. but this is the basis of mcr community to me....getting together with your pals inside your phone and inside your laptop (who now have grown ito irl friends for so many of us) and dissecting every shred of info they give us. thank god for my chemical romance.

ANYWAY sorry that. went down a path i didnt intend when i started. so yes um so what you said about them going for a magnum opus. let me tell you a little story. when i was in my first year of being a my chem fan, i was 13, i became QUICKLY obsessed, first with the black parade and then after i spent i think 2 months straight listening to nothing but the black parade on repeat all day every day (literally) i ventured into their other stuff and got like really sucked in to everything else, reading articles and interviews and watching every video of them youtube had to offer and talking about them 24/7 on the forums instead of doing homework, i would sneak the family laptop into my room at night so i could keep reading about them and talking about them instead of having to go to sleep it was THE most exhilarating and exciting time of my life. anyway. i remember (16 years later) reading a specific review of the black parade that said something like "my chemical romance will never top this album and they know it" and i STILL REMEMBER sitting on the couch and crying over it. because i had never listened to music that had made such an impact on me as the black parade IN MY LIFE. nothing had ever made me feel that way and that strongly as listening to that album. you know how we all always say we wish we could listen to my chem for the first time again just to have that feeling again. that was me. i had never experienced an album of their when it came out and i felt like the author of the article was telling me that i would basically never acheive that high again. it was devastating. i promise this is relevant. bc regardless of your PERSONAL FAVORITE my chem album, it is generally agreed upon that the black parade is their magnum opus. it just is. both in scale and musically and its impact on pop culture and its the best known to a general audience.

so you say they're going for a magnum opus. when the black parade is DEAD. they killed it. (in the new lore they were sent to the MOAT which i assume is some kind of exile and stripping of their status as the national band)

and so i started thinking about "in the face of extermination say FUCK YOU" and i think this applies here two-fold actually. MAYBE 3-fold. on one hand, in-universe. extermination being the concrete age, the dictator holding the people down and exterminating their livelihood. but also the extermination of the black parade! and then - irl - we have the extermination of mcr's chances of doing something huge again like this. music publications resigning them as soon as the album came out to never achieving something as epic and grand as that again.

and the FUCK YOU being, the opposition of the dictator from the people, the black parade being reinstated but? maybe they have plans to overthrow the dictator? IRL mcr saying fuck you, we can actually use the concept that you said was the best we would ever do, completely turn it on its head, and make something even more grandiose and epic and MAGNUM OPUS.

and also hail just reminded me obv of the UNKILLABLES drumhead in sydney. which both relates to franks personal experience there but also like. with this concept of in the face of extermination say fuck you. along with his end of tour post being a cockroach, notoriously unkillable! notoriously a target for extermination!!!!

god theres so many layers to this but i needed to get it off my chest do you still like me

#anonymous #asks #mcr #my chemical romance

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heartofwritiing · 1 year ago

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Safe with you

paring: (siren) clinic!wilbur x fem!civilian!reader

summary: reader does stupid things to get siren’s attention.

author’s note: I am completely obsessed with siren. every couple months he works his way back into my brain and takes over. this is a little darker than my usual stuff so feel free to skip it, I just felt like trying to write something different for once. this is so shit. i found this in my drafts from a few months ago. i needed to post something so, throwing this at you enjoyyy 🫠

warnings: please read the warnings before reading. reckless regard for safety, suggestive content, unhealthy obsession, alcohol, stalker behavior (both reader and siren) no spoilers for the fic if you haven’t read it, if I forgot anything let me know, unedited!

You knew it was wrong, so, so wrong. He was a villain, a terrible person in every way. but the small voice in the back of your brain told you otherwise. You couldn’t deny the pang in your heart that told you the opposite. For once your heart and brain were getting along on one subject.

It was late on a Saturday night. People on the upper east side of the city were out after another exhausting week of work. Getting drunk, laid, whatever.

Only a month ago it was a night like this you met him.

Wandering home late from a company party with coworkers at a bar. It was stupid to walk home alone, especially in this city. With all the criminals running rampant, and the heroes and villains getting into public brawls that caused city-wide damage, it was a wonder why anyone still lived in L’manberg. For many people, it was home, including yours. You never imagined living anywhere else, you grew up in this city, and it was all you knew.

A man had followed you for two blocks and you only noticed when you could hear his footsteps padding behind you. You had never been so scared of what this person might do to you. Trying to lose him by turning down a busy street, then getting turned around and ending up in an alleyway. The man had cornered you against the wall of one of the buildings.

Then he was being yanked away from you roughly. Another figure had appeared, dragging the man away from you before he could do anything. Scrambling away and mumbling incoherent words, he didn’t even look back twice. He ran and disappeared around the corner.

Allowing a shaking breath to pass your lips in relief, you began to thank whoever your savorer was when you finally got a look. He was tall, he dawned a dark trench coat and fingerless gloves. You caught the eye of the dark blue bandana that covered his eyes and it clicked in your brain. After watching countless news broadcasts it became clear and unmistakable who he was.

Siren.

Part of the supervillain group known as the syndicate, he was the most feared apart from The Blade and Zephyrus. The ability to control minds made him unpredictable. Unexplainably, he didn't seem to frighten you like the man who was following you. Siren's odd behavior fascinated you to a degree that since then almost every night you've skipped taking the bus and chosen to walk home alone in the dark. Determined to find him. It was foolish despite something inside giving you a rush to see him again.

For two weeks, you waited for him to show up and help you in dangerous situations. You got into trouble two more times, but each time you saw him, you felt better because you knew he would be there for you.

Tonight was no different. You had purposely gone into the bar with a mission to find the sketchiest man you could. Luckily, you didn’t have to look very far since there were creeps everywhere in this bar already giving you stares, licking their lips like you were an object, something they could take. It made your stomach turn, but you sat down two seats away from one guy who was drinking what looked like a rum and coke.

He eyed you up and down, his gaze lingering on your legs. You internally grimaced but kept your act up of seeming like you liked this man's attention. You ordered a drink and began to sip it slowly through the straw when a presence sat beside you.

A knowing smirk pulled at your lips, the plan worked.

after a about a minute of chatting the stranger put his hand on your thigh. bold move.

“what do you say we get out of here?”

So you pay for your drink, slip out the door with the stranger, taking off down the road as he pulls you into a dimly lit alley way.

He presses you against the rough wall of the building, hot breath fanning across your neck as he leans in. It makes bile rise in your throat the reeking smell of rum lingering on his tongue. He tries to whisper something seductive in your ear, it doesn’t even come close to being sexy. His words slur and his hands wander down your body.

Before you could try to push him off, he’s being yanked away in the blink of an eye and shoved to the opposite building wall with a grunt.

A tall figure stands tall over the stranger, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“We just keep meeting like this, don’t we sweetheart?”

Siren had the man from the bar pinned up against the opposite wall with a hand wrapped around his throat. You could practically see the creep's face shade growing purple by the second, Siren's knuckles white with his grip tightening, all while giving you a sickly sweet smirk that made your knees buckle.

The man from the bar was still struggling to breathe as you and Siren had your little exchange. You had completely forgotten his existence until he made a strangled noise. Your eye shifted over to him before they moved back to Sirren again.

"Please, don't hurt him, he didn't get the chance to do anything."

Without even looking away from your gaze Siren released the man as he slumped to the floor clutching his throat, sputtering out coughs. The guy had taken off before you could even blink.

Siren inched closer to you with a swaggering step that made your breath hitch. You could make out his features faintly through the glow of the street light casting against his jaw, handsome, just as you remembered him. Taking him in as he towered over you. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him, and a scar was healing over his cheek. No doubt from the fight two nights ago with him and Dream that was broadcasted on the news. Still, he was as handsome as ever.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to.” Siren's voice modulator makes his voice sound rough almost like he was warning you.

Your heart pounded in your ears, mainly from the adrenaline and anticipation of seeing him again, you swallowed and tried to keep your breathing steady.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you tried to play it coy, but he could probably tell if you were bullshitting.

“Don’t play dumb, you think I didn’t notice all those times I found you in a situation you couldn't get yourself out of was by accident? I know you’ve been looking for me, sweetheart.”

How would he have known?... unless.

"Have you been following me?" your voice sounding annoyed.

Siren scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief at your words.

"If you think I have time to babysit, then you clearly have no idea what really goes on in this city after dark."

"that still doesn't answer my question."

His lips were thin.

"let's just say I've kept an eye on you." he says. "weren't sure if you were hired by the heroes committee to find out information for a while, but turns out you're just a civilian with a death wish."

It seems like he was talking down to you and treating you as if you were a child. Maybe for good reason. He should turn around, and leave you in this ally like he did last time. However, there seems to be a force preventing him from moving away from standing just a few inches away from you.

“I mean what are you thinking? Don’t you know how stupid it is to get yourself into trouble like this? you could get hurt, or even worse end up dead.” his words are sharp. "There are other villains out there that would take advantage of you sweetheart, and I don't say that lightly."

He was right. You were this fucking dumb. All to get the attention of a supervillain.

“I wanted to see you again.”

You can’t see his eyes due to the fabric covering but you’re sure he’s blinking at you in surprise. His mouth parted in shock, like a fish out of water before his lips hardened into a snarl again. Never once had you noticed him falter like that. Even for a moment.

He leaned over you before he spoke.

“Forget about me. Go back to your civilian life and stop trying to find me.”

Your eyes narrow at him. Pushing away from the wall to stride towards him until you're tilting up to try and be level with him, but his tall height makes that challenging.

“Don’t you think I’ve tried? I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since you saved me all those weeks ago. I couldn’t understand why,” you took a step closer. Siren wanted to back away, but something was keeping his feet glued to his position. “why, would a villain of all people help someone like me? maybe, I am dumb, maybe I'm insane for thinking all those times you helped me you actually cared about me in some sick twisted way."

You can feel his hard stare under the mask. He says nothing as you go on your tangent. Your breath heaving, tears streaming down your face. Maybe it was better before you knew him. At least you wouldn't feel pathetic for crying over someone who disregarded you as nothing more than a fool with misconceptions.

"I'm sorry I burdened you with my stupidity. I was delusional to ever think a person like you could ever change.”

“A person like me?” his tone was challenging.

He looms over you walking closer until your pressed back against the wall, trapped.

“You don’t understand what a person like me has to do in order to survive.” he spits.

Pushing off your toes, you grip the back of his neck and pull him into a searing kiss. You just had to know what he tasted like. Shocked, Siren didn't move. Your soft lips pressed to his, your hands threading through his hair made him lean into you. He couldn't deny how intoxicating you were.

Practically throwing yourself at him. Your hands carded through his soft curly locks, slipping under his silk bandana almost uncovering his eyes. Siren didn’t care in the moment. He kissed you back with just as much frustration and passion. His hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer as he groaned into your mouth when you parted your lips to let him in. The taste of him had you reeling and seeing stars. Everything you had yearned for since the moment he saved you all those months ago.

When he had separated himself from you, disconnecting your lips you couldn’t breathe.

When you finally open your eyes in a flash he was gone.

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mothras-in-my-belly · 4 months ago

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Was watching Supernatural the other night while having a drink, minding my business, when I offhandedly think to myself "you know what would be interesting? a supernatural and doctor who crossover, i wonder if anyone's ever thought of that" and i just. i felt the equivalent of what i think a shot of pure adrenaline would feel like. because for moment, a truly blessed half a second, i lived in a world where i genuinely forgot the trenches of superwholock. until it slammed back into my awareness with all the subtlety of a fucking train wreck

#for a beautiful moment i was finally free #as if i didn't live through the fucking thing myself #i was horrified for re-inventing it in my head #anyway #supernatural #spn #doctor who #superwholock

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quaissants · 1 year ago

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ISA LANG ୨୧ PARK JONGSEONG ˒ JAY

purpose born to be niki coded, transformed into arthur nery coded ・ gender neutral reader + word count 857 genre fluff .. angst .. best friends au warnings mention of food note i swear this is based on a dialogue prompt but i forgot the user — return to the academy

jay wasn’t made for late nights.

as much as he doesn’t want to stir guilt within his best friend, he struggles to conceal the symptoms. swallowed by his wrinkled hoodie, he curls his tired figure against the headboard. the light hum of the air conditioning can’t conceal the yawns that falter from his lips every now and then.

through half-lidded eyes, he watches you huff one more time during your battle with your phone. jay may be sleepy, but he hasn’t breached the line between reality and fantasy. how could he when you’re so eager to show him something?

apparently you’d finally taken the near-full storage warning seriously and begun your trip down memory lane. it wasn’t the easiest task to fulfill, but for the integrity of your phone’s health (and future mementos that you were definitely going to earn), it was about time. besides, it’d brought you back to this elusive picture—that had sunk into the trenches of your gallery once more because you forgot that making a folder or saving it in favorites exist—that jay was just a little eager to see.

the bespectacled male’s frames hang on the precipice right when you exclaim, “here, finally found it!”

it’s almost comical how quickly he sits up the moment the announcement comes. he doesn’t like the taste of caffeine during hours like this, yet he absorbs the side effects of your excitement so eagerly. of course, he’ll always defend himself by claiming the circumstances are different—you’re different.

shuffling closer until he can feel your warmth—and smell your apple-cinnamon scented fabric softener—pressed next to him, he looks down at your phone screen. truthfully, and with little thoughts he had during the passing hour, he’d expected to see a picture of from a special occasion, your friends and family. if he had to stretch a little, perhaps a picture of your ex who triggered some sirens in his mind.

(only god, and his other best friends, know how relieved he was to learn that his radar weren’t far off. that, and you had believed him even when he himself was doubting his own instincts. he saved you a chapter of migraines and arguments.)

but no, he was actually staring at himself. well, his past self, but still him—park jay. your partner in crime, go-to consultant for a variety of matters (specializing in both look and cook books), best friend for this life and the following ones.

and he doesn’t even try to hide his confusion. “that’s.. me.”

“obviously,” you laugh, unintentionally drawing more invisible question marks over his head. “see, that’s one of the ways i knew you had fallen so deep into that conversation. i’d also forgotten to turn off the shutter sound at the time, but you didn’t flinch.”

as intently as he stares at the photo, jay can’t recall this moment in particular. he still owns that denim jacket, but it’s been a while since he’s seen those natural mocha tresses. his jaw’s a little sharper, but his eyes retain that soft edge you claim he possesses. with so many contrasts, it throws him off the timeline. but it’s not like he keeps track of things he himself says anyway, so he doubts he’ll remember without a refresher.

“wait, pause right there.. what was i talking about?”

“i can’t remember either.”

..that felt like the antonym of what he was looking for.

obviously amused by jay’s bewildered expression, you decide to throw him a stem. “i don’t think i was even part of the conversation in the first place. we were at jake’s birthday party, yet you, him, and sunghoon seemed to forget about that since the three of you were mostly glued to the living room. if heeseung hadn’t called you guys over so the birthday boy could blow out the candles, we would have cut the cake already.”

oh that; jay can remember that part. it’s not that he has favorites you’re his number one but when he and his fellow liner friends land in the same space and time, they’re bound to talk as if they haven’t seen each other in years. ironic, since he’s pretty sure they were just chatting on discord about their genshin pulls a few hours before the party, but he digresses.

“right, but still, what’s up with this picture? was it just a random snap for your photo dump?” he asks, more curious than anything else; definitely more than tired.

“i just really liked how passionate you seemed to be in that moment. you were so.. expressive, i guess? like, even if i had no idea what you were talking about, i could tell that it meant a lot to you. and then you’d do these small gestures to paint a more clear picture for the two, even add some silly sound effects to the moves. our other friends would smile or even chuckle over how enthusiastic you sounded before returning to their conversations, whereas i was pretty much stuck watching you go on and on.”

“sounds like i had you wrapped around my finger then.” he jests, lighthearted words complemented by the slight curve of his rosy lips.

you play along; rolling your eyes like it hurt to admit it. “i mean you’re not that far off. god, i almost fell in love with you then.”

god, he wish you had.

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ghosts-bandwagon · 2 years ago

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Ghosts That We Knew

fluff, comfort fic, mentions of survivors guilt and trauma Memories are a bitch sometimes. You thought bitterly as you stood against the rail, lit cigarette slowly turning to ash between your fingers. It was a job well done, everyone’s fine, you can rest now. So why can’t you? Is it because you’re remembering all the times it didn’t go well? Because the memories of fallen comrades and coppery last words hang heavy in your heart?

That was a different time, a different team, a different place, a far inferior version of yourself. You tried to remind yourself of that.

Why couldn’t you do what you can now back then? What was stopping you from being who you are now?

You brought the cigarette to your lips, goosebumps raising on your skin as the cool night sent a cold breeze your way. Fitting. You shuddered as you took a deep drag, tonguing the smoke in your mouth before letting it out into the breeze. You were so deep in the trenches of your survivors guilt that you barely registered something soft and warm slipping over your shoulders,

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to get sick on purpose.” Ghost broke the silence as he leaned on the rail beside you,

“Good thing you know better.” You chuckled dryly, he took in your appearance and it only took him a fraction of a second to know what was keeping you awake and far from the team,

“You keep carryin’ your ghosts with you and they’ll never go away, you know that right?”

You opened your mouth to argue but you knew better. So you opted to take another drag instead.

“We need you here with us, sergeant.” He hated taking his official tone with you but he knew you needed to hear it in an official capacity, “It’s because of you that Soap’s still with us today.” You knew it was meant to bait you into warming up and you fell for it nonetheless as you chuckled at his begrudging tone,

“Suppose I’ll be summoned to your office for that one, sir?”

“Damn right you will.” You two laughed softly, the air warming up as you both gravitated towards the other, arms touching one another on the rail until you leaned on him completely, resting your head on his shoulder. Simon watched as your tired eyes settled on the horizon, nimble fingers tapping the ash off your cigarette, bringing it to your lips before stopping. He watched you open your mouth, close it again, and then open it once more,

“It does.” He answered your unspoken question, one that you were ashamed of even asking in the first place, knowing your role as the pillar to the task force, “It takes time, and effort on your part, but it does, in fact, get better.”

“Effort?”

“You think it comes easy?” Simon scoffed, your head moved with his shoulders when he made the noise, “Shit, Soap might’ve been luckier than I thought.” He teased, you elbowed him in the ribs with your mouth agape at the insinuation,

“Not that much luckier, asshole.” You laugh, “You just don’t want to admit I’m a better shot than you, but you’re gonna have to live with it whether you like it or not.”

“In your dreams, sweetheart.”

Your laughs died down and you almost forgot why you couldn’t sleep in the first place, at least until you felt your fingers almost burn. You reflexively threw the cigarette butt away from your hand then crushed it with your boot once you realized what just happened.

“Like I said, carry your dead but don’t let them bury you. We need you here.” I need you here. He could taste the words on his tongue as they sat heavy in his throat. And from the way you looked at him, the reflection of the moon in your eyes, like he held everything you loved in them, he knew you could taste the words too.

“I don’t know, having some ghosts is ok, I think.” You argued with a gentle shrug,

“I swear to God, if you’re setting up for what I know will be a shit pun at my expense, I’ll make you regret it.” His eyes narrowed but they didn’t hold any malice, not towards you, never towards you. His chest fluttered as he watched you purse your lips and try (and fail) not to smile,

“What? No! I was going to say, uh, that um…” You tripped over your words as you tried desperately to think of something else to say,

“Christ, you’re terrible at this.” He hung his head with a dramatic sigh,

“I’m thinking! Shut up!”

“Don’t think too hard, I just said I need you in one piece.”

“You’re unbearable.” You shook your head as you bumped his hip with yours, a comfortable silence settled and you leaned against him deeper. He folded his arms so he could stretch his fingers out to touch you, you sighed as peace began to flourish in your chest. You mimicked his movements until you were able to thread your fingers with his, warmth flooding your veins as you stifled a yawn,

“There you are.” He said with a small laugh,

“Thank you, Simon. Almost got lost there.” You turned your head to kiss his shoulder,

“I know. I’ll always bring you back. Least I could do.” He pecked the top of your head through his mask,

“For what?” You yawned,

“For bearing with the unbearable.” He teased, “Now go sleep, if I hear you moanin’ about how tired you are tomorrow, I’ll give you somethin’ to be tired about.”

“Oh no, anything but that!” You feigned shock and fear,

“Not the threat you’re hoping for, pervert, you can count on that.” He nudged you off of him with his hip, hands on your shoulders as he guided you back inside,

“I mean it, Si, thank you.” Your voice was soft, almost scared to leave that tender moment behind. Scared to rejoin what you know awaits you behind your eyes and in the tired and frightened recesses of your mind, he knows because he was scared of the same thing.

“Anytime, love, you let me know.” It was as much an invitation as it was a plea,

“I will.”

“That's all I ask.” He knew you’d need him when you both got back home, could basically hear the knocking at his front door already. He didn’t get much sleep to begin with but he’d gladly lose sleep if it meant bringing you some semblance of peace. “Good night, sergeant.” His voice was soft and held every ounce of intimacy that you’ve ever shared with him as he dropped you off at your room,

“Good night, Ghost.” You begrudgingly parted but spun on the ball of your heel before you two got very far, your hand shot out to grab his arm and he stopped in his tracks,

“By the way, you’re the only ghost I don’t mind being haunted by.” You quipped, biting your lip to keep your smile from getting any wider,

“You’re so fucking lucky I need you alive.”

“I’m counting my stars, Ghost.”

a/n: I’m still alive! I’m hoping to come back to full capacity eventually but I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!

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thesith · 1 year ago

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— Chapter Six: Reunited

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“Echo?” Omega asked, looking at her brother, “What are you doing here?”

Echo allowed a small smile to grace his lips, “I’m here to continue the story, of course.”

Omega’s eyes widened with glee at the implication - Echo would finally be making an appearance in the story; how exciting!

“Master,” You started, now a year into your training under Mace Windu, “What happens if we don’t take back Anaxes?”

“We’ll lose the war, Padawan.”

A few moments passed before Captain Rex noticed a figure behind you, immediately walking to speak to him. It felt familiar to you - resulting in you zoning out, thinking of the various possibilities.

Your Master’s words snapped you out of your daze, “If the trooper has a plan, I’d like to hear it.”

Someone you believed to be long gone stepped up to the holotable - Echo. A gasp escaped your lips at the realization, but you needed to keep composure in front of your Master - if you hadn’t needed to, you would’ve ran to him immediately.

Echo’s idea was risky, to say the least. Taking a small unit to Admiral Trench’s ship was risky in itself, but feeding him information was even more so.

“Master, if I may,” you interjected, “I’d like to be part of the team that goes to Trench.”

Echo’s eyes finally made their way to you - eyes of admiration and determination, “I was also going to suggest that, General Sir.”

Windu took a moment to think, “Fine.”

You nodded and walked after Echo, a smile tugging on your lips, “Echo!” You called more emotionally than you’d preferred.

The clone stopped and turned to you, teary eyes blinking, “Commander. It’s good to see you.”

“Are you kidding, Echo? I thought you were dead!” You looked at where Master Windu stood and deduced you were out of his line of vision, before opening your arms to him, “I’ve missed you so much, Echo. Are you doing okay?”

He hesitantly walked into your arms, accepting the embrace, “I’ve never been better, but I’ve been as good as dead for the past couple years, so that’s not saying much.”

“What happened?” You took a step away from him, still holding onto his biceps, “I mean, after the Citadel.”

“I was sold to the Techno Union - they used my brain against the Republic,” He paused, taking a sharp breath, “I was only rescued from Skako Minor a couple rotations ago by Captain Rex, General Skywalker, and a special-ops Clone Force.”

Could it be?

”I’m glad you’re alive, Echo. I never forgot about you - I could never forget about you.” You looked around for any gazing eyes before pulling up your robes, “You’re a part of me.”

His eyes widened at the ‘1409’ tattooed on your flesh, “I’ve missed you too, Commander.”

“Echo! Commander!” Rex’s voice called from afar, startling you, “Time to go - General Skywalker and Clone Force 99 are already on the ship.”

Ah, so it is.

“We can talk more later.” You offered before jogging to the familiar ship, Echo in tow. You smiled as the ramp laid itself down for you, as it did on your departure from the Batch, “Home,” you whispered to yourself.

“Good ‘ta have you back!” Wrecker’s jubilant voice boomed throughout the Marauder at the sight of you.

A voice came from behind you, “Home is right, Commander.”

“Should’ve known you’d be so desperate to see us again.”

“I see BD-99 is doing well.”

Your family surrounded you - your full family, “It’s old home week - first Echo, now you four.”

“Commander, did you receive the image that I sent to your inbox a few rotations ago?” Tech asked, “We had an assignment on Yalbec Prime, hence the Yalbec queen in the photo.”

You nodded, “I did see it, Tech. How interesting that the male Yalbec tried to mate with you after Wrecker cut off the queen’s stinger! Did you know it’s a delicacy on various planets?”

“This is why you are my favorite.”

Wrecker was next to speak, “How’ve ya been treating Lula’s kid? I mean, how has Lula’s kid been treating ya?”

You laughed at his attempt to cover up his concern for his tooka doll, “Lula the Second is great, Wrecker. I think she misses you, though. She’s in my quarters on the Endurance currently - I’ll return her to you after the mission.”

An ‘ooh’ escaped his mouth, “You did remember!”

“I could never forget, Wrecker.”

“Nice to see you haven’t gotten yourself killed. Or maimed.” The velvety voice of Crosshair filled the air.

“Aw, so you do care!” You retorted with a laugh, “I’m glad you’re alive too.”

Anakin cut in, “Sorry to break up this heartfelt reunion guys, but we have to go.”

“On it, General.” Tech made his way to the cockpit, starting the engines.

“You know this lot, Commander?” Echo asked you, surprised at the less-than-cordial interaction.

You nodded, “I worked with Clone Force 99 for a year after Master Umbari…” You trailed off, leaving Echo’s mind to fill in the blanks.

“They weren’t just working with us,” Hunter interjected, “they were part of our squad. Always will be.”

“I remember when you were assigned to their squad,” Anakin reminisced, “They were odd circumstances.”

“That they were,” You replied, “The Council thought it best to assign me to Clone Force 99 while they found me a new Master.”

“I expressed interest in taking you on as my Padawan,” Anakin started, “The council declined, regardless of how desperate they were.”

“What happened to Ahsoka?” Echo asked, a new conversation spurring between the two.

You left them to their conversation, heading to the cockpit with Hunter trailing right behind you.

“Just like old times,” You spoke to the four clones that surrounded you, placing a hand to your heart, “It’s nice to be back in the Marauder. The Endurance is…”

“Awful? Terrible? Horrible?” Hunter replied, “It’s nice to have you with us again, Commander.”

Tech called Echo to the cockpit, as the ship was nearing Trench’s. Echo plugged in his arm, transmitting Separatist transport ship codes to disguise the Omnicron-class shuttle you were on. It was a genius plan, but you could tell the Batch didn’t trust him.

“Let him do this,” You said to the group surrounding you, “He spent so long unwillingly helping the Separatists, let him do this. For the Republic.”

That seemed to get them off Echo’s back, as they allowed him to lead the rest of the way. The mission was going smoothly until Echo was scomped into their database, receiving a new order that Trench activated a bomb on Anaxes. Echo notified your Master as he tried to decipher the sequence numbers.

“If you can’t get the sequence, maybe Trench will give it to us.” You said before running out of the room, feeling for Trench’s presence in the ship. You ignored the voices behind you calling your name, instead trusting your gut. You ran through the ship, finding Trench in the command deck.

After taking out his droids, you found yourself with your green blade at his neck.

“You won’t kill me. It’s not the Jedi way,” He clicked, very sure of himself.

You sliced off his artificial arms, proving that you indeed would kill him, “You had my best friend taken prisoner and used his mind to your advantage. Don’t tell me what I won’t do.”

Trench begrudgingly gave you the last digit to the code - 7. You adjusted your comm frequency to Master Windu’s, hearing them discuss the sequence.

“Let me take the guesswork out of it, Master Skywalker,” you said into the metal device, “Try seven.”

After your master successfully disarmed the bomb, you felt an excruciating pain in your left arm, accompanied by a thump coming from the floor. You groaned in pain before looking the culprit in the eye and stabbing him with your ignited lightsaber.

You turned your comm frequency to Anakin’s and called him for help, which he rushed to give you. After seeing a dead Trench on the floor accompanied by your missing hand, he tapped a few buttons on a nearby console, a hand-held detonator popping out of it.

“You’re okay. You’re alright, Padawan.” He consoled you, “I know what it’s like. Everything will be alright.”

You felt a sharp pain in your head, followed by your eyes closing. Before you could fall, Anakin caught you - “I gotcha.”

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queen-of-mandalore · 11 days ago

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Em’s Star Wars Rewatch part 43:

The Clone Wars #41 - the chip conspiracy

6x01: The Unknown

Even though I know what happens, I felt so sick with dread watching this arc 😭

I love the clones using the metal shields and how they created a shield wall. I’d love to see more of these kind of strategies that the clones use.

I wonder how being sisters fits into the Jedis view of attachment as normally jedis don’t have any contact with their families. I wonder how many other siblings/family members are in the Order together.

I like that Fives gets given responsibility here with him being tasked to lead a group of men.

Admiral Trench just can’t be killed but I do love that we see him slowly become more and more machine.

It’s so sinister when you see Tup change. The way he repeats ‘good soldiers follow orders’ is haunting.

Fives is so caring and has such a big heart and you really see it in this episode with how much he cares for Tup.

I wonder how much Admiral Trench knows about the clones and the plot.

The action scenes in this episode were really good, especially with Anakin, Rex and Fives fighting to rescue Tup.

‘Rex, you’re starting to sound like Obi-Wan!’

Fives is smart and people need to remember that!!! Rex: ‘that’s why he’s the ARC trooper.’

Poor Tup 🥺

6x02: Conspiracy

No matter what she did in TBB I’ll never forgive Nala Se for what she tried to do to Tup and what she did to Fives.

Although Shaak Ti clearly has a level of care for the clones, she still treats them with a level of apathy. Even though she said she disliked the tests the Kaminoans used (which looked like torture) she didn’t actually stop it and she didn’t totally dismiss the idea of killing Tup in order to do an autopsy.

I love AZ and I love how Fives uses his programming to get him to help. I wonder if AZ ever tells Echo about Fives in TBB 🥺

Fives shines in this episode. I love his speech to AZ explaining that they aren’t numbers and have names, as well as later when he says there isn’t anyone like Tup.

Fives is so determined and so loyal to his friends and I love that so much 🥹

Poor Tup. His end is so sad and his last words about the mission in their dreams really raises some horrible possibilities- like do all the clones dream of killing Jedi?

Fives probably dies believing that Tup’s death was his fault 😭😭😭

6x03: Fugitive

I really hope Shaak Ti didn’t know that Fives was going to have his mind wiped. Fives always had so much trust in her.

Making it look like they were trying to escape when it was actually a diversion to go back and investigate was so clever. Once again Fives is so smart!!!

It’s interesting that despite working with the Kaminoans, it’s clear that Shaak Ti does not trust them in the slightest, or at least doesn’t trust Nala Se. But the Jedi are so reliant on the Kaminoans as without the droid army they’d have no chance in the war so even if they had suspicions it would be hard to do anything about it.

6x04: Orders

Palpatine is such a good actor. He plays the role of concerned politician so well. No wonder no one suspected him.

I forgot we never find out what Palpatine said/did to Fives to make him attack him. Fives says he tried to kill him but other than that we don’t know.

My poor beloved Fives 😭

Kix never change - him checking himself out in the mirror. I love him.

Fives tattoo is the only thing that distinguishes him from other clones. The one thing that gave him individuality was what got him killed. He probably would never have been identified and found otherwise.

I think Anakin was honestly listening until Fives accused the Chancellor of being involved. Anakin’s loyalty and trust blinded him.

My heart breaks for Fives. He’s so desperate.

Rex’s face when Fives is shot kills me. Fives death is just devastating😭😭😭😭

‘I only wanted to do my duty’ 😭😭😭😭

They were SO CLOSE to stopping Order 66. Oh how things could have been so different.

#em’s star wars rewatch #the clone wars #arc trooper fives

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 7 months ago

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I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SEND THIS!!!!

Break The Cycle Pt.3?? O-O

~ Nessie

Break the Cycle Part 3 - Clancy x Reader

PART 1 + PART 2

Relationship: Tyler Joseph/Clancy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, anything related to Dema or the Trench story that's generally triggering.

Word Count: 2468

A/N: Hey!! This is the last part I'll write for this bc I don't really know where else to take the story lol but stay tuned for a lot more lore stuff bc I'm going to continue my Daughter series!!

In the days following my surrender to Clancy, we spent many late nights staring at the peak of our tent, talking. There was so much to say and so little time to say it. It seemed like he had moved on from the city, so quick to forget our lives—but I wasn’t like that. After another long day wandering through Trench and gathering supplies, we retreated back to our tent, nesting down like a pair of birds. I lay myself next to him, rolling into his side and resting my head on his chest. I missed being like this with him. I missed laying in his embrace.

“Are you okay?” he asked, running a hand through my hair.

I let out a loud sigh before speaking, “I thought you were dead, Ty–Clancy. I genuinely thought you were dead and I was going to have to return to Dema and tell Keons I’d failed.” My voice cracked under the pressure of everything I’d been holding in, and I buried my face in my hands. Tyler, or Clancy as he attempted to insist, sat beside me in silence, letting me get it all out.

“You didn’t fail, Artemis,” he whispered after a long moment, his voice barely louder than the wind that rustled the tent fabric. “You didn’t fail because you found me. And now, you’re here. You’re safe.”

“I don’t even know what ‘here’ is anymore,” I mumbled, glancing around the dim tent, the yellow glow of the campfire outside casting flickering shadows on the walls. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, Ty–Clancy. You say Dema isn’t real, that Keons is a traitor—but how do I know that’s true? How do I know I’m not going insane?” My voice cracked at the end, the desperation seeping through.

He sighed, lowering his head. “I didn’t want to accept it either at first, if that helps. I fought it, I fought the Banditos and I fought Josh. I tried to go back to Dema. But once you see it, once you really see the truth… there’s no going back. You’re not insane.” His hand reached for mine again, the touch softer this time, more hesitant. “That’s why I left.”

I pulled my hand away, the movement sharper than I intended. “You left without telling me! You just… disappeared. You think I’d ever be okay with that? With you walking out of my life without a word?”

Clancy flinched but didn’t respond immediately. His face softened. “What’s bothering you, Artemis?”

“What?” I asked, sitting up in offense. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but my heart felt heavy.

“Something else is bothering you,” he continued gently, reading the conflict in my expression. “You haven’t been this upset since you first came back. What’s bothering you?”

I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I turned my gaze to the darkened space beyond our tent, the ghostly outlines of the trees against the starlit sky. “It’s… I don’t know, Clancy. I just feel so far from everything I once knew. I miss home.”

He shifted slightly, concern etched across his features. “Home? Dema?”

I shook my head vehemently. “No, not Dema. Home. My family. I miss the little things: the smell of my mom’s cooking, the way the sun hits the kitchen window in the morning. I miss my sister’s laughter, the sound of my dad’s old records playing in the background. It feels like I’ve been gone forever, and every day here just reminds me of everything I’ve lost.”

Clancy’s silence pressed heavily between us, thick with unsaid words. Then I felt it—a sudden, unsettling pang in my heart, a reminder of something else that had slipped my mind until now.

“Clancy…” I started, my voice trembling. “What day is it today?”

He hesitated, confusion furrowing his brow. “I don’t know. We don’t really keep track here.”

“No,” I said, feeling the heaviness settle into my stomach. “It’s my birthday, isn’t it?”

He flinched, the realization crashing over him like a wave. “Y/N, I…”

“Did you forget?” The question hung in the air, thick with the weight of unspoken disappointment. “You forgot about my birthday?”

“I didn’t forget,” he rushed to say, his voice earnest. “I just… I thought it would upset you. I didn’t want to bring it up, knowing how much you miss home.”

But his words did little to comfort me. The pain of this moment was raw, sharper than anything I had felt since arriving in this strange place. The warmth of my memories now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of the life I had left behind, and here I was, in a tent with the boy I once thought I couldn’t live without. Yet somehow, I felt more alone than ever.

“I just wanted to be with my family,” I murmured, tears stinging my eyes. “To celebrate like we always do. To blow out the candles and make a wish. Instead, I’m here, hiding from danger and trying to figure out what’s real.”

Clancy reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly between us. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to make things worse. I thought if I didn’t remind you of the life you had, you’d be able to move forward. I just thought we could find something new here—together.”

“Together?” I echoed, feeling the knot in my chest tighten. “But you left me behind once before. How can I trust you to stay now?”

His gaze hardened for a moment, and I could see the vulnerability beneath his bravado. “Because I waited for you. I always thought I’d find my way back to you, no matter how far I had to run.”

As the words hung in the air, I felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. The anger was still there, but there was something else too—a glimmer of understanding, perhaps, in the shared acknowledgment of our losses.

“Let’s just… let’s just sit with this for a moment,” I said, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. “Let me be sad. Just for tonight.”

He nodded, his expression softening again. “Okay. Just for tonight.”

As we settled back into our silence, the outside world faded away for a brief moment. It was just us—a boy and a girl—holding on to each other amidst the chaos. And in that moment, the ache of my birthday felt less like a loss and more like a reminder that I was still alive, still here, still fighting.

In the quiet that enveloped us, I closed my eyes, allowing the familiar sounds of our makeshift camp to seep in—the crackle of the fire, the rustle of the wind through the trees, the distant hoot of an owl. I focused on the rhythm of Clancy’s heartbeat, steady and reassuring against my ear.

Yet, despite the warmth of his presence, a gnawing ache remained, clawing at my insides. “Tyler?” I whispered after a long silence, completely careless I was using his birth name.

“Yeah?”

“Can we do something special? Something to remember today, even if it’s just the two of us?” The words slipped out before I could think them through, but I couldn’t shake the need to create a moment worth holding onto.

He turned slightly to face me, his expression thoughtful. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know but maybe we could go for a walk?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the fragile peace between us.

Clancy’s brow furrowed in concentration, and for a moment, I thought he might laugh at the absurdity of my idea. Instead, he nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I know a good spot.”

“Is it far?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter, excitement bubbling beneath the surface of my sadness.

“Not at all,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, feeling the warmth of his kindness begin to replace the cold grip of despair.

Clancy rose from the floor of the tent, brushing off imaginary dust and offering me a hand. I hesitated for just a moment, a fleeting worry creeping into my mind: Was I ready to step into the world outside our tent, especially when it had felt so safe inside? But as he looked down at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, I took his hand and stood up, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, and together we stepped out into the crisp night air. The camp was quiet, the distant crackle of the fire mixing with the soft sounds of nature all around us. The stars hung above us like tiny pinpricks in the fabric of the universe, each one a reminder of how small I felt in this vast world.

Clancy led the way, his confidence guiding us deeper into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting a silvery glow on the forest floor. I followed closely, absorbing the beauty around me, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had settled in my heart just moments before.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my curiosity breaking the silence.

“There’s a clearing not too far from here,” he replied, glancing back at me. “It overlooks a part of the valley. You can see the whole camp from there, and if the sky’s clear enough, you might even catch a glimpse of Dema in the distance.”

I swallowed hard, trying to wrap my mind around the idea of looking at a place I once called home from afar. “Is it safe?”

Clancy nodded. “I wouldn’t take you anywhere dangerous. I promise.”

As we walked, the silence between us felt different—less suffocating and more like a space filled with unspoken words, hopes, and dreams. With each step, I could feel the weight of my sadness lightening just a little. I thought about the moments we’d spent in the tent, the warmth of his embrace, and the honesty in his eyes when he told me he had waited for me. Eventually, we reached the clearing. It opened up before us, the vast expanse of the night sky unfurling like a blanket overhead. The view was breathtaking; the valley stretched out beneath us, a tapestry of dark shadows and silver light. The camp was a tiny cluster of flickering lights, and I could see the faint outline of the trees surrounding it.

“Wow,” I breathed, taking a step forward. “This is beautiful.”

Clancy stood beside me, his presence steadying as I took it all in. “It’s one of my favorite spots. I came here when I needed to think–back when you weren’t here. I used to imagine you were sitting in your room looking right back at me.”

I turned to look at him, a question lingering in my mind. “Do you ever think about Dema?”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Sometimes. But it’s different now. I used to think about what it was like—the people, the routines. Now, I focus on the future. On what we can build here.”

“Do you really think we can build something here?” I asked, my heart aching at the thought of it. I wanted to believe it, but the memories of my life in Dema weighed heavily on me.

He nodded, turning to face me fully. “I do. We can’t change what happened, but we can choose how we move forward. Together.”

I felt a surge of emotion at his words. In that moment, I saw a glimpse of hope—a possibility of finding a new life amidst the wreckage of the old one. “Together,” I echoed, the word carrying more weight than it had before.

Clancy smiled softly, and I noticed the way the moonlight danced in his eyes. “Now, let’s make tonight special, okay? It’s your birthday, after all. We can create our own celebration.”

I took a deep breath, allowing myself to dream for just a moment. “What do you have in mind?”

“I have this gift I made you months ago, before I even left Dema. I brought it with me, hoping you’d join me so I can give it to you,” he explained, pulling out a package wrapped in leather as he glanced up at the expansive sky. “I was afraid you’d never see it,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as he carefully handed me the parcel. I felt the rough texture of the leather against my fingertips, and a wave of curiosity washed over me.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart racing.

“Just open it,” he urged, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

I gently peeled back the leather, revealing a beautifully carved wooden box. It was intricately designed, the surface etched with delicate patterns that seemed to dance in the moonlight. I ran my fingers over the craftsmanship, feeling the care and thought he’d put into it. “This is amazing. You made this?”

He nodded, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pride. “Yeah, I spent a lot of time on it. I wanted it to be something special. Something that reminded you of home but also of what we can build together.”

Taking a deep breath, I opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft fabric, was a delicate silver necklace. The pendant was a small compass, its needle glimmering as it caught the moonlight. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat. “What does it mean?”

Clancy shifted closer, his gaze fixed on the necklace. “I thought it would be fitting, given everything. The compass represents direction. No matter where you are, it will always point you back to what’s important—your home, your family, and me. And maybe it will remind you that you have the power to find your own path.”

Tears stung my eyes at his words. “You really put a lot of thought into this,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you. It means so much to me.”

He smiled, and I could see the warmth in his eyes as he reached for the necklace. “Can I put it on you?”

I nodded, turning around to allow him to clasp it around my neck. I felt the cool metal settle against my skin, a tangible reminder of our connection. As he fastened it, his fingers brushed against my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.

“There,” he said softly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You look amazing.”

I turned back to face him, the necklace resting gently against my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Clancy. This really is the best birthday gift I could’ve asked for.”

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