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bevioletskies · 6 years ago

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Starmora prompt to consider: Gamora and Peter are in college together and have to work on a project together.

songs in this fic: dance with me by orleans, the closer i get to you by roberta flack & donny hathawayword count: 3.7k | ao3

In the three years he’d been in college, Peter had come to learn he had a particular aversion to certain two-word phrases. Among them: morning lectures, waitlisted classes, mandatory attendance, cumulative exams, and the oh-so-dreaded…

Assigned partners.

It wasn’t that Peter didn’t like working with other people. In fact, unlike most students, he generally loved the experience. He was curious about others by nature, and getting along with people was never much of a chore for him. In any group project, even with just three people in it, he could find kinship with at least one other member. Assigned partners, however, was a different story. Especially when said assigned partner was the infamous Gamora (no last name, as far as he knew, anyway).

She was well-known around their sizable college on Xandar for a handful of reasons, most which were rather tragic. Gamora was the last living member of the Zehoberei race, largely in part to her adoptive father, Thanos. She and her sister, Nebula, were generally quite reserved when it came to sharing their private lives, but anyone could dig up old news articles and learn that they had only been rescued from their violent upbringing at the age of fifteen, leaving them physically and emotionally scarred for life. They hid it well, though, keeping their chins up despite some of the nasty comments that immature classmates threw their way.

Beyond that, Gamora was part of several different clubs and organizations, with ambitions of getting into law school. She hardly spoke in class, but she had the highest grades in just about everything, constantly booking private office hours with her professors to make her goals known. Peter could admire her drive from a distance, sure, but getting to know her up close?

“Don’t think that you’ll have it easy because you’re partnered with me,” Gamora said, dropping into the seat beside him, her bag slamming down with a loud thunk. “If you slack off, Quill, our TA will hear about it.”

Peter blinked. “Hi to you too, it’s so great to meet you,” he said dryly.

Getting to know her up close was…interesting, to say the least.

“I’m serious. I’ve seen your posts on the class discussion forums, or should I say, your lack of them?” Gamora’s lip curled. “I’m not carrying you through this class. It’s a prerequisite for two of my fourth-year classes.”

“Hey, same here,” Peter said with a surprised chuckle. “What’s your major, anyways?”

“Sociology. Yours?” It was the kindest thing she’d said to him so far, though Peter suspected it was more of reflexive habit than an actual desire to know.

“Education.” Peter turned away briefly to accept the project outline that was being passed around, grabbing one for each of them before looking back at her. He’d never been so physically up-close to her before, surprised and a little bit disturbed to see thin slivers of metal visible underneath her skin. That certainly wasn’t a Zehoberei physical trait; it had to have been the result of Thanos’s cruelty.

“I didn’t know education majors had to take communication courses,” Gamora said. She still refused to meet his eyes, instead opting to skim over the project outline. “We have to collect primary research and present a proposal to the entire class.”

“So…every college project ever,” Peter snorted. “Why is this even done in partners?”

“Because we have to be each other’s opposition.” Gamora tapped her finger on Peter’s sheet, right where the criteria said exactly as such. “That’s clever, actually. Means that you can’t rely on me to do everything for you.”

“I don’t know where you’re gettin’ the idea that I’m a slacker,” Peter protested. Gamora gave him a pointed look.

“You don’t participate in class or in the online discussions, I overheard you asking our TA at least twice if the final was cumulative when it says so on the syllabus, and you snored during our last three lectures,” she said, getting to her feet. “Excuse me for being cautious.” She hoisted her bag over her shoulder. “Meet me in the student lounge in the Nova building tomorrow? I don’t have class, so it’s up to you when we meet.”

“I was gonna…ugh.” Peter let out a resigned sigh. Clearly, his plans to head into the city and skulk around the pawn shops for Yondu were going to have to wait. “I’ll be there at noon.”

“Don’t be late,” Gamora called over her shoulder as she made her way down the steps of the lecture hall. Peter could only watch her go with a shake of his head, wondering what exactly his professor had gotten him into.______

To Gamora’s surprise, Peter arrived five minutes early (she had been here ten minutes ago, but still). He looked for all the world like he’d just rolled out of bed, his hair a rumpled mess, the collar of his T-shirt woefully lopsided. Peter dropped his bag into the seat opposite her and sank into the cushion with a labored groan. “Just woke up?”

“Nah, early morning shift.” Peter cracked his knuckles, satisfied with the way they popped. Gamora looked vaguely disgusted. “I work at the radio station.”

“Really?” For the first time, Gamora sounded genuinely interested in what he had to say.

“Yeah, I do the playlists and social media. Sometimes I help edit the announcements and current events stuff,” Peter shrugged. He began unloading his bag, yanking out his laptop and project outline. “You, uh, you write for the newspaper, right?”

“Among other things, yes,” Gamora said neatly, directing her attention back to her own screen. “We don’t really pay much attention to the radio station, though, except for that disastrous fundraiser you attempted last semester.”

“Hey, there are plenty of rich kids around here who would love to get their ships washed,” Peter said defensively.

“But by students in swimsuits? That’s dangerously archaic and a tad suggestive,” Gamora replied, though she chuckled softly as she said it. “We got plenty of quotes from the administration about your little stunt, enough for a front page spread. It was a busy week.”

“Welcome Week usually is,” Peter laughed. “So, you have any topics in mind yet?”

“It still has to be related to some aspect of communication,” Gamora pondered aloud, leaning back into her seat. “Something that can even have opposing ideas. We gather and present the same primary data, but we have to come to different conclusions.”

Peter hummed to himself, drumming his fingers against his keyboard thoughtfully. Another minute or two passed before he let out an excited shout, startling a few students trying to sleep on the beanbag chairs nearby. “I got it!”

“That was fast,” Gamora said, eyeing him curiously. “Go on, then.”

“What makes a better communicator - an introvert or an extrovert?” Peter smiled at her triumphantly. “C’mon, you can’t tell me that isn’t good.”

Gamora twirled her pen between her fingers, nodding slowly. “You know…that isn’t half-bad.” Peter pumped his fist in the air in victory. “But how would we measure it? Based on what kind of data? What constitutes an unbiased conclusion?”

Peter clapped his hands together, rubbing them vigorously. “Let’s start with an abstract and go from there, yeah?”

She quirked her brow, setting her pen down. “Sounds like a plan. I’m impressed, Quill. You might be smarter than you look.”

His grin widened. “Hey, I have good ideas every now and then.” He turned his laptop towards her, open to a blank word document. “After you.”______

Meeting outside of class hours became a weekly occurrence for the two, usually in the Nova student lounge. It was mostly out of necessity - after all, there was only so much they could communicate via text and email - but occasionally Peter would send her an extra message or two that wasn’t related to the project at all.

Saw your article this morning - do you have a personal vendetta against the radio station or something D:

I think your sister literally ran into me in the admin building like five minutes ago does she always look this angry or did I do something please help

Did they not have memes on Zehoberei?? Is that why you aren’t responding to the last three I sent you

“We didn’t have Internet on Zehoberei, Quill,” Gamora sighed as she sat beside him in the lecture hall one day. Peter startled at her sudden presence; she had never voluntarily elected to sit with him before. “And ignore Nebula, she’s just…tempestuous.”

“So you do have something against the radio station,” Peter said teasingly. “What’d music and campus news ever do to you?”

“Nothing, I just think it’s an inefficient way of communicating. All your reports are looped every fifteen minutes, which means whenever someone tunes in, they either miss a portion of it or miss it entirely,” Gamora pointed out. “All the newspaper’s articles are published online, which students can access whenever they want.”

“You’re against the old-school, huh?” Peter hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in his seat. His shoulder brushed hers as he did. “I see how it is.”

“Did you pull something when you jumped to that conclusion?” Gamora said dryly, though to her surprise, Peter merely laughed, shaking his head in amusement. The genuine warmth of the sound made her shiver. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, still chuckling. “You busy tonight?”

“We’re meeting on Thursday, aren’t we?” Gamora asked, frowning.

“Sure, but if you’re free…I’d like to change your mind.” Peter smiled.

Gamora hesitated, which in her mind, already said something about herself. She was planning on doing her usual evening routine - attempt to meet up with her sister, only to get spurned for one reason or another, and instead spend the rest of the night licking her wounds and doing homework in her dorm room, alone. But for some reason, the offer sounded rather appealing. “Fine, but I’ll still be bringing my laptop, whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t take the entire night off.”______

The grass was still slightly damp from the afternoon sprinklers as Gamora crossed the lawn into unfamiliar territory. There were certain areas of the school’s campus she’d never been to, considering most of her classes resided in two buildings on the other side of the quad. The stars in the night sky twinkled mischievously from up above as she paused outside the door, urging her to knock. With an inhale of anticipation, she neatly rapped her knuckles against its surface.

“Quill?” she called. The door swung open, revealing a cheerful-looking Peter, wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing earlier, only now he had a pair of headphones slung around his neck and a small device hanging on his belt.

“Hey, welcome to the den.” He stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. She glanced around as she did, taking in her surroundings. It looked less like a radio station’s quarters, and more like a typical dorm room, with random junk strewn about. Records, tapes, and seemingly disassembled electronics were packed and stacked on nearly every surface, including the single worn loveseat that sat opposite the broadcasting booth. A student that Gamora vaguely recognized from one of her old language classes was inside, speaking animatedly into the microphone, while Peter’s bag and schoolwork seemed to be set up on a small desk by the equipment.

Peter took a minute to clear off the couch, carrying his laptop over and motioning for her to join him. They sat down together, watching the radio host in amicable silence for a few minutes before Gamora finally spoke. “Somehow, this is exactly what I pictured.”

“Okay, so we’re not as fancy as the newspaper office,” Peter shrugged. “We…we’re cozy.”

“When were you at the newspaper?” Gamora asked, pulling out her own laptop. She was beginning to suspect Peter didn’t have much planned besides spending the evening in each other’s company, which admittedly wasn’t as terrible of a plan as it might have sounded a couple months ago when they first began working together.

“I, uh, might’ve had a crush on the culture reporter, Bereet,” Peter confessed. “She was in one of my film study electives, and she seemed to know her stuff about movies, and I wanted to see if she’d be interested in my contributions on music in film. Turns out she’s kind of a Top 40 girl. Which isn’t, like, bad or anything, just…she didn’t really wanna hear anything I had to offer or say.”

“She means well, but she is…particular,” Gamora said carefully. “Anyways, what am I doing here?”

Peter unwound the headphones from his neck and held them out to her. Gamora accepted wordlessly, albeit a little uncertainly, as she slid them snugly over her ears. “Showin’ you what the radio station can do that the newspaper can’t.” He pressed play.

Dance with me, I want to be your partner…can’t you see the music is just starting?…

He watched her nervously, watched as her eyes slid closed and her shoulders dropped as the tension in her body slowly dissipated. She almost seemed to be swaying a little, absorbing the song and its lyrics - or maybe she was drifting off to sleep, he couldn’t quite tell.

Night is falling, and I am falling…dance with me…

When the song finished, Gamora pulled the headphones down to her shoulders, glancing over at him with a soft smile. “It was…pleasant. I liked it.”

Peter grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Gamora gently took the Walkman from him, turning the device over carefully in her hands. “But if you think the newspaper is lacking in music, I think I need to introduce you to streaming services, Quill.” He couldn’t help but laugh again - part of him wanted to be annoyed, but there was something about the way she spoke that left him utterly charmed. “There you go again - what is it?”

“Nothin’, it’s just…you’re funny. I didn’t expect that.” Peter held out his hand for her to give it back. “Here, let me play you another one.”

Gamora pressed it into his palm, their fingertips brushing slightly as she did. She shivered. “I don’t think anyone has ever thought of me as funny before.”

“Well, that’s a shame. Then let me be the first.” Peter couldn’t help but stare a little as she tucked her hair behind her ear before pushing the headphones back into place, shaking himself out of his reverie before pressing play once more.

The closer I get to you…the more you make me see…by giving me all you got…your love has captured me… ______

Semester-long projects, suffice to say, were just about no one’s favorite, but Peter soon found himself dreading its end. After that night, Gamora had become a semi-regular visitor of the radio station, having quickly memorized Peter’s work schedule. She dropped in at least twice a week with leftover pastries from the newspaper office or one the other dozen committees and whatnot that she was a part of. They usually spent the first ten minutes under the guise that they had something to talk about regarding the project, but would then delve into something a little personal, a little more intimate, even.

One night, Gamora had made a rather strange request - that Peter join her in her dorm room instead, and if he had spent a little more time checking himself over in the mirror before leaving, no one had to know. However, when he arrived, she seemed unusually distraught.

Her room was exactly what he expected it to be; neat and well-kept, with everything in its place. There were no extraneous decorations or trinkets to be found, just a perfectly-made bed and organized desk with nothing on the floor but her bookbag. Gamora’s tear-streaked face told a different story. “Gamora, hey, what happened?” He immediately sat on the foot of her bed, wondering if it would be too invasive to reach out into her personal space.

“Do you have a sister, Quill?” she asked.

“Yeah, uh, Mantis, you might know her from - never mind. Did somethin’ happen with Nebula?” Peter said worriedly.

“I didn’t know who else to talk to about it.” Gamora glanced at him almost apologetically. “This probably wasn’t what you were expecting when I texted, but…”

“It’s okay. I was in the neighborhood,” Peter joked, bringing his legs up onto the bed. “I mean, I’d like to think we’re at the point where we can talk about stuff that’s not about class. We’re…friends, right?”

For a moment, Peter internally panicked, wondering if he’d misspoke, as Gamora suddenly looked very odd, like she’d swallowed something sour. She clenched her jaw a little, her brow furrowed upwards, before she finally relaxed, braving a watery smile. “Yes, I think we are.”

Peter spread his arms wide, a rather goofy expression on his face. “So lay it on me. What happened?”

Despite the uneasiness in her stomach about the Nebula situation, Gamora couldn’t help but find her smile widening as she settled in across from Peter, putting her phone aside so she could properly meet his eyes. “It all started earlier this week…or really, to be more accurate, when we were children…”______

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous, Quill.” Gamora smiled almost teasingly as she slid onto the bench beside him, smoothing out her already-crisp blazer. It was presentation day, a day that both of them had been secretly dreading, and they were dressed much nicer than their usual attire, considering professionalism was a big part of their mark. “You’ve got a strange look in your eye.”

“It’s just my face,” Peter protested, though the wrinkle in his brow instantly faded the second Gamora playfully elbowed him in his side. “Are you ready?”

“I’m always ready,” Gamora drawled, smirking, before they both directed their attention to the front of the room.

The next thirty minutes dragged on in nervous anticipation as other groups went up to present. Peter bounced his leg underneath the table until Gamora literally dug her fingers into his knee to get him to stop, her hand remaining there a little longer than necessary. Finally, after what felt like forever, the two of them were called on, and they made their way down the steps.

“Communication and personality are undeniably correlated, but is there causation to be found? Do extroverts have it easier when it comes to expressing themselves and making their ideas heard, or do introverts win out in the end?” Gamora began as Peter pulled up their presentation on the large pull-down screen.

“We conducted fifty interviews with students from different faculties, different backgrounds, different dreams - to come to opposing conclusions about who has it better,” Peter continued, gesturing towards the video that was queued up in front of them. “This includes our colleagues - I work at the radio station, and Gamora works at the school paper. You might think they’re mutually exclusive, but you’d be surprised at what we found.”

Their ten minutes, all things considered, went seamlessly - Peter only fumbled his words once, and Gamora’s voice shook as she spoke of her own experiences as a person that somewhat fell in between what she called the “admittedly narrow definitions” of what it meant to be one or the other. As with any college lecture, the applause they received was obligatory and entirely disinterested, but their professor seemed impressed enough, nodding and laughing in all the right places, asking a few questions at the end that they answered near-flawlessly.

Peter exhaled shakily as they sat back in their seats, both relieved and a little remorseful. “That went okay, right? We did good.”

“We did,” Gamora smiled. “Who knew we would make a half-decent team?”

Class wasn’t over, though, as much as they wanted it to be, and they had to sit through another five presentations. Peter couldn’t help but whisper snarky commentary under his breath to Gamora throughout, in which her reactions would range from rolling her eyes to biting hard on her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud.

When the second-last presentation was halfway done, Gamora glanced down at her phone and, without warning, ducked out of the room in a hurry, her bag in tow. Peter could only stare after her despondently, wondering if that was suddenly it; if by next week, when their professor started their finals review period, she would be sitting at the front again, she would stop visiting the radio station, she would stop talking to him entirely.

Peter practically sprinted out of the lecture hall the second they were dismissed, glancing around for any signs of where Gamora could have gone, though he was sure she was long gone by now. It was only when his eyes drifted a little lower that he spotted her sitting under a nearby tree, smiling hesitantly at him from across the way.

“You sure hightailed it outta there,” Peter commented when he approached her. He was unsure of whether it would be weird for him to sit down. “Something up?”

“My sister texted, she actually wants to have dinner with me tonight,” Gamora said, holding up her phone triumphantly.

“That’s great!” Peter exclaimed, deciding to sit cross-legged beside her. “One step closer to working it out, right?”

“I hope so,” Gamora chuckled in relief. “I thought it would be kind of rude for me to go back inside and interrupt the presenters so…I’m glad you found me.”

“Yeah?” Peter’s heart thumped a little faster. “Why’s that?”

“Well, partially so I could tell you in person why I can’t come to the station tonight,” she replied apologetically, reaching across to take his hand in hers. “But…if you’re free tomorrow night…I have the keys to the newspaper office. You know, for comparison’s sake.”

“You ain’t sick of me yet?” he said disbelievingly.

“Oh, give it some time, Peter, I’m sure it will happen eventually,” Gamora teased. “So is that a yes?”

Peter nodded eagerly, his eyes crinkling in the corners as Gamora gazed up at him, her dark eyes compelling him to say the answer they were both looking for. “It’s a date.”

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shreyamistry · 7 years ago

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Can you do a Stacy X F!Mc where they’re at a party set a few months after everything went down and everyone else seems to be doing okay but MC is still suffering and Stacy ends up comforting her. Basically I love angst and fluff x

basically, i love angst, fluff, and stacy green too so let me come through for you

Summary: MC finds herself at an end of school party at Ben’s house, with her friends all around her so happy and feeling carefree for once enjoying the party. She wants to be excited and happy, but all her mind lets her think of is Redfield and what happened to Noah.

Word Count: 3447

Notes: I really hope you like this anon, I went in for it. I was really inspired by the song Fake Happy by Paramore from the playlist for ILITW, so that’s what the italics words are. I thought the overall mood and theme of the song fits this ask and I really wanted to use that song for some time now for an ILITW writing so thanks for helping me with that. Without further ado, I present to you, angst and fluff.

So I’ve been doing a good job of making them think… I’m quite alright

MC can’t hear herself think, the base from the song pounding in her ears. She covers one ear with her hand taking a sip of her drink grimacing at the taste. Definitely laced, vodka maybe. She looks around the party desperately searching for a friendly face to talk to, finding no one she sighs, setting her cup on the table.

She strides off towards the kitchen finding herself in front of the sink, she wets the back of her with some water wiping it on the back of her neck. The wind shakes the trees off in the distance and MC finds herself staring too long at them before thoughts begin to pressure her mind. You let Noah die…you watched him die and did nothing about… MC blinks away some tears, gripping the counter under her fingers. She drags out a long breath, looking towards the moon, I did everything I could, right?

“Hey, MC, wanna play a game?” The voice is familiar, it’s Lily’s. Act cool, she ducks her head down coughing away any trace of a sob In her throat. “Someone’s looking for taboo.”

If I smile with my teeth, bet you’d believe me

MC forces a smile, looking at Lily, “oh you know maybe in a bit. I was actually looking for Stace, you saw her?” MC wipes her hands on her jeans, jeez, when did it get so warm in here?

Lily thinks for a second before frowning, “No I haven’t seen her for awhile, are you okay?” MC quickly wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, stop being such a downer.

MC forces a brighter smile, “Yeah, I’m doing great. We’re finally free, how are you?” Lily places a comforting hand on MC shoulder, giving it a quick comforting squeeze.

“If you’re sure.” Lily nods, letting her eyes fall on the running sink before MC, MC quickly hits the top of the dial turning off the water. “I haven’t been this happy in so long. Britney is so good to me.” Lily blushes, tucking a strand of hair behind her eye thinking about Britney. “I feel like I’ve maybe found the love of my life.”

“You should get back to her and the game, you’re so cute together. I’ll catch up with you okay?”

“Sure thing, MC. If you need anything come find me.” Lily smiles, quickly hugging MC before leaving her alone to find Britney. MC watches her green sweater disappear into the crowd of bodies, stupid Ben and being popular and inviting so many people.

Oh, please don’t ask me how I’ve been, don’t make me play pretend

MC stumbles upon Lucas and Andy making out in the hallway when they notice her approaching, they part Andy smiling brightly, linking his hand with Lucas’. She lets her eyes linger on their intertwined hands for a few moments, it makes her want to be with Stacy more, her eyes drifting back to meet Andy’s gaze.

“Hey lovebirds, you seen Stace lately?” MC asks, with a soft smile.

“Honestly, no, at least I haven’t,” Lucas replied.

“She went with Ava to the basement to help bring up more booze, last I saw.” Andy smiled, “I was going to help, show off my muscles you know, but she thought I should spend more time with Lucas.” Lucas blushes.

“Oh…” MC managed, she can let them spend time together and completely avoid me?

“I’m positive it’s nothing to be concerned over,” Lucas states, with a comforting smile. I’m finally starting to get what Dan meant about being looked at like a kicked puppy, MC thinks to herself trying to hide her distaste with the thought.

“How are you holding up?” Andy interrupts, MC is grateful to not have to respond to Lucas’ statement or justify the thought with a response, it is nothing Lucas, I’m not crazy.

“Oh, me? I’ve been great, Andy. I’m finally getting to a good place” MC lies, picking nervously at the bottom of her t-shirt meeting Lucas’ unconvinced gaze. He rests a protective hand on Andy’s lower back, his sweater sleeves pushed halfway up. His glasses hang low on the bridge of his nose. “How have you two been?”

“Pretty good.” Lucas smiles, “Are you sure you’re okay? Sometimes victims of traumatic experiences don’t realize their negative symptoms, you could be suffering from PTSD-” Lucas is cute short by Andy stomping on his foot, he gives him a look ‘what the fuck? not your place’

Shut the fuck up, Lucas, please, not now MC thinks to herself forcing a smile to her lips again sucking down a lump of saliva in her throat, “Yes, Lucas, and before you start throwing your facts and trauma victim research at me any further, I’m fine. Go make out somewhere.”

“If you need to talk-“ Lucas starts, as Andy half turns to him.

“Lucas.” Andy places a hand on his chest, giving him a look. “Listen, Stace was last seen with Ava, go find her, okay.” Andy gives MC a caring and understanding look, fixing the front of his hair. “we have some business to attend to, so if you’ll excuse us.” Andy wags his eyebrows at Lucas, before dragging him away with him, Lucas gives her a soft squeeze on her shoulder brushing past her. Lucas manages to also give MC one more look before Andy is able to whisk him away completely.

“When she’s ready to talk to us she will Lucas..”

MC sighs to herself, thank god for Andy, at least someone knows how to take a hint. She follows the Stacy trail to the basement the creaky floorboards and creepy aesthetic makes MC shudder involuntarily, hugging herself as she proceeds down the stairs.

And if I go out tonight, dress up my fears, you’d think I look alright, with these mascara tears?

Ava stands in the basement digging through a box of different jars and files, her face deep in concentration, she jumps a little when MC calls out her name. “Sorry, you okay?”

“Whatever.” Ava blows her off, rummaging through the box of different things, MC approaches looking in. “Found this box of old shit, looking for something spooky.”

“You find anything good in these jars of… body parts?! Please tell me Ben’s parents are doctors.” MC gags holding up a jar of fingers, someone was murdered for these.

Ava smirks, “I could, but I think I’d be lying. They’re both lawyers.” She holds up a jar to the light, “but judging by the cuts, they look surgical.”

MC shudders, looking at the heart in a jar, her eyes shifting from disgust to looking sadly at the jar, she lets her mind fall back to Noah, somewhere rotting to death. I mean here we are, living it up at a party and Noah’s fucking dead, it’s just so wrong. She traces her finger down the side of the jar, poor son of a bitch, MC realizes she’s been staring at the faded colored heart in the jar looking to meet Ava’s concerned gaze, she pulls at her choker for a split second looking almost nervous… concerned?

“Scared of a heart? Or something else.” Ava asks casually trying to not sound too concerned or pitying for MC’s same, or maybe Ava just didn’t know how to deal with feelings, could be both.

“Just that someone keeping someone else’s body parts, it’s kinda freaky even for a doctor.” MC nods, “Tell me this won’t be your basement one day?”

“No promises.” Ava laughs. “I might keep my dad’s pickled remains.”

“Anyways,” MC chuckles with forced emphasis on her words, “what happened to Stace?”

“She and Dan went outside for a breather, the party was a little loud of them both.”

“Thanks Ava.”

“Your mascara is a little smudged, just an FYI.” Ava smiles softly before returning her focus back to her boxes, with a grateful sigh MC makes her way back up the stairs and to the first bathroom. She digs into the medicine cabinet finding some cotton swabs to fix it. She lets her hands fall on the counter trying to hold back tears. Keep it together, you shouldn’t worry everyone with your problems, they’re finally fucking happy.

And if the lights are low, they’ll never see me frown, hey

MC starts to lose hope walking into the backyard, people stand around laughing and talking, a fire is started near the back by the pool. She watches the flame raise as some guy pours lighter fluid onto the open flame, it turns blue a quick second before sulking to its orange hues. MC takes a fortifying breath building up some courage, find Stacy or Dan.

She walks directly into Dan looking over his shoulder not noticing her. He grabs her before she can fall helping her steady her feet with a soft laugh, his hands are strong MC notices before he lets go of her arm. “Sorry, MC. Didn’t see you there.”

“It’s cool, rumor has it, you were with my girlfriend last,” MC states, her lips curling into a frown in the black of the night, as a freezing gust of winds whips past them. MC hugs her arms to her body, fuck, it’s cold.

“Stace and I were helping start the fire. You might check Ben’s room though, she was determined to find some kind of decent music. Guess Paramore isn’t her thing.” Dan runs a hand through his hair turning to MC. “You okay? You seem a little-“

“I’m fine Dan, really. Anyways, was this recently or an hour ago that you saw her.” MC doesn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but oh well, Dan will forgive her.

“You actually just missed her, she went in through the front door though, I wanted to check out this pool.” Dan nods, watching her with a concerned expression wondering about her tone.

“It’s nice.” MC sighs, running her hands through her hair with a soft sigh.

“Long night?” Dan asks, casually. “Listen, I know how hard things can be, and before you shut me down, just know I’m always just a text, a call, whatever away, okay?”

MC blinks quickly, am I crying? “Thank you.” She wraps her arms around Dan for a quick tight hug before pulling away. “Anyways, I hope you’re doing okay, but I’m on a mission and I need to find my Stace.”

“Good luck.” Dan shoots finger guns at her, and she laughs tucking into the house.

I know I said I was doing good, and that I’m happy now, I shoulda known when things were going good that’s when I get knocked down.

MC trudges their way inside after saying bye to Dan, walking through the living room she sees Andy, Lucas, and Ava dancing on the makeshift dance floor laughing, Lily and Britney linger nearby kissing and swaying to the beat.

Why the fuck do they get to be happy and enjoy themselves while I’m falling apart… it’s not fair. MC pushes her way through the bodies, Stacy where the fuck are you. She makes it to the stairs where Stacy lingers at the top talking to some girls from cheer, MC walks towards them overhearing pieces of the conversation.

“So, Stacy, hows your girlfriend?”

“She’s doing okay.”

“I heard she killed Noah, is that true?”

“What? No. She would never, Noah was her friend.”

“Why’s he dead then and not her?”

MC rages inside, sadness suddenly turning into boiling rage, I KILLED NOAH?! She pushes up the stairs, Stacy sees her barreling up the stairs towards them.

“MC,” Stacy says with a smile reaching out to take her hand, but MC ignores her shoulder checking one of the girls on the squad, “ “Better watch yourself, might find yourself gone next,” MC mutters walking past her towards the bathroom. “I’m so sorry, Amber. Let me go talk to her, she’s just having a rough day.”

“That freak really did kill Noah, Ava the Witch probably helped..” Amber whispers to the other girl as Stacy walks past them pushing her way into the bathroom that MC sits inside.

Stacy closes the door behind her locking it, turning to look at MC. She shakes with sobs, clenching her hair in her fists, sitting on the side of the tub. Stacy squats in front of her reaching out to her, MC instantly recoils turning away from Stacy.

The sounds of her sobs filling the room, Stacy wraps her arms around MC, swatting at the hand that tried to push away her arm. She holds her tightly, rubbing circles on her back with her palm soothingly. “It’s okay, MC, just breath.”

“IT”S OKAY? It’s OKAY STACY?” MC yells, standing from her spot as Stacy almost falls into the tub, catching herself, with a huff. “Noah’s fucking dead, I had to watch him die. He’s dead Stace, I had to go to his funeral, and his mom looked happy?!”

Stacy stays silent for a moment, “MC, why didn’t you tell me you were struggling? I could have-“

“What? Stacy look around you, I’m fucked up we’re all fucked up and it seems I’m so only fucking one still fucking bothered by all of this. You all don’t have to live with the fact that Noah basically killed himself in front of you with no fucking care in the world for the outcome!”

Stacy nods, watching as MC’s body violently shakes with sobs finally stopping her rant, “MC.” Her voice is soft.

“Stace…” MC sobs walking towards her. Stacy takes MC in her arms, listening to her sob into her chest, Stacy wiped at her eye before rubbing her palm against MC’s back again.

“I’m sorry,” MC is confused, why is Stace sorry, she has nothing to be sorry for… “I never realized how hard this would be on you even now. Jane was your best friend, she tormented you down there, mocking you for not being able to protect me… I-it wasn’t fair of Jane to make you play last.”

“I had to watch her hurt all of you… I couldn’t do anything as she burned you-I-Stacy I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

Stacy’s begins crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, as she holds MC tighter. “You did everything you could MC, I’m still here because of you. You saved me from the stuffed animals at Brit’s party, you took me out for coffee during my mom’s campaign scandal, you helped me find a charger to call my mom at the hospital. I’m only here because you saved me, if you weren’t here to help me deal with it I don’t think I would have been strong enough to tell Jane I’m not scared.”

“Do you mean that?” MC asks with a choked sob.

“With all my heart MC.” Stacy soothes, “and it’s not your fault Noah died, he sacrificed himself for Jane. He lured us down there and made us play, he was more fucked up than any of us could have imagined.”

“He still didn’t deserve to die, Stace…”

“No, he didn’t MC.” Stacy agrees, brushing her fingers through MC’s hair, “but he sacrificed himself from the suffering he felt over Jane. There’s no one in this world who could have taken her place and made Noah okay.”

“He’s fucking Redfield, Stace.” MC sobs again, clutching Stacy’s purple off the shoulders blouse in her hands. “He’s out there forever to be tormented by himself, till another fucking group of idiots decides to explore the fucking ruins.”

“He did what he had to to make peace with himself, MC.” Stacy assured, “he did that because of his mom and the guilt he felt over the situation. No, it wasn’t his fault, but no amount of therapy and help would have changed that MC. There’s nothing we can do, it collapsed after you came out, no one should be going down there anytime soon.”

MC nods against her chest, her tears rolling onto MC’s blouse soaking the blouse in her tears. She nuzzles her head Stacy’s neck, with a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Stace. I keep trying to be okay and to hold it together, but it’s not working and-”

Stacy places a finger to her lips shushing, “don’t ever apologize, it’s not your fault babe.”

“I should be okay though, it’s been 5 months, Stace.”

“It doesn’t just magically click off, love…” Stacy begins, her eyebrows furrowing before opening her mouth to speak again, “you have to keep taking the time and let yourself heal, it will never, never happen overnight or quickly in any capacity.”

MC nods, she knows her girlfriend is right, but why does it still have to be so hard for her, she didn’t make Noah take Jane’s place, he volunteered himself as soon as they got into the cavern. Silence fills the room beside the soft lyrics of the song leaking in under the door.

Oh, please, I bet everybody here is fake happy too…

“This is a sad song to play at a party,” MC says with a mixture of a laugh/sob. Stacy chuckles, pulling away slightly from MC tilting her chin up to look at her. She quickly wipes away the lingering tears on MC’s face. “Am I ever going to be able to cope with this Stace?”

Stacy bites her lower lip, “I believe with all my heart you’re gonna be able to get through this, babe.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re so strong and resilient.” Stacy smiles, MC smiles weakly back at her. Stacy grabs a roll of toilet paper ripping off a few squares wiping away the snot on MC’s face. “You kept all of us going through this entire thing, you were the glue that held us all together.”

MC nods sadly. “And more than that, you have us to help you through this.Let us take over for awhile, we can be glue too babe. Lily has the biggest heart in the entire world, she’s always here for you. Andy might not be the best at comforting you, but he can make you laugh. Lucas in his own weird way really helps with his facts and knowledge to make you feel less alone in your feelings.” MC smiles at Stacy. “And Ava in her own witchy way will always be here for you. And you know, we snooped so far into Dan’s life and he doesn’t blame us, he can help you cope with it teach you a few things he’s learned.”

“Thank you, Stacy.” MC smiles.

“And most importantly, you have me. And I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you ever, ever again. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, you are the love of my life.”

“I love you, too Stace. Thanks for being here.” MC smiles weakly, “I really shouldn’t have come, I knew I wasn’t doing well.”

“Hey, sometimes all you need is a party to let you open up.” Stacy laughs, cupping MC’s cheek in one hand, rubbing her thumb back and forth. “And were alone…in a bathroom….during a party. So you were looking for me, right? Now, what are you going to do with me?”

“What do you want me to do with you?” MC laughs, thinking back to that night so long ago when Stacy first said that to her. It’s crazy to her how much things have changed since that, but at least she has Stacy still.

Stacy leans in really close kissing her softly on the lips. “I’d definitely like to do that again.” MC kisses her again softly at first, letting her lips move against Stacy’s perfectly. Her lips were soft and moist, and MC’s lips gilded against hers perfectly. Stacy lets her hands lazily brush through MC’s hair, MC’s hands moving to Stacy’s cheek cupping them as she moves her body closer to Stacy’s deepening the kiss between them.

MC jumps up startled after a rapid knocking on the door. “Put your clothes on stop fucking in my bathroom, people have to use it.” Ben’s voice filled the room as Stacy and MC laugh. Stacy grabs MC’s hand motioning for her to wait.

“Sorry, just a sec,” Stacy calls out, giggling with MC. She pulls down the sleeve of her blouse with an amused smile. “You’re so bad, Stace.” MC chuckles, taking Stacy’s stretched out hand.

Stacy unlocks the door pulling it open smirking at Ben. “Sorry, things got a little whew.” She jerked her head, pulling her blouse back into place with her free hand. She then pats Ben on the shoulder. “Come on, MC.” Ben looks at MC uncomfortably as they walk past him giggling.

“You okay to get back to the party?” Stacy smiles. MC nods, letting a smile fall across her face, a real one. Stacy kisses her quickly one last time before leading her back to the dance floor.

Oh please…oh please…

hope you enjoyed it anon!

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i’m kind of having a panic attack about school starting tomorrow so i am just trying to distract myself feel free to ignore me

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

closed

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

i used to have a lot as a kid but they kinda went away but you can still sorta see them. when i’m out in the sun a lot though they come out and it makes me so happy i wish they would stay like that

(3) Can You Whistle?

not very well

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

Most Girls by Hailee Steinfeld, honestly this song is such a bop n it makes me !!!!!!!

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

cerulean blue and yellow

(6) Relationship Status.

taken !!

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

78F !! it’s nice n cool, thanks Harvey

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

probably

(9) How Many Followers?

3,933

(10) Zodiac Sign.

aries

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

green

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

no but i dance sometimes lol

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

furiously happy by jenny lawson lmao i keep forgetting im reading it though so i haven’t gotten very far

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

“Sometimes she wondered if the shape of his eyes effected how he saw things” - this sounds bad out of context

(16) Favourite Anime?

rwby

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

caitlin

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

hats, i used to collect stuffed animals, bouncy balls and littlest petshops when i was a kid though lmao

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

chicken bites from whataburger

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

definitely

(21) Favourite Animal?

i like grizzly bears and bunnies

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

yes my family and i get into them usually

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

lately like 1:30 AM but hopefully earlier tonight since i have school in the morning lmao kms

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

yeah i need to take this shit off i am ready for beddd

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

pool

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

slimetony

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

bottled

(28) What Makes You Happy?

i’ve been really into watching slam poetry videos lately

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

depends on my mood but usually without or if it’s chill songs that i’ve heard one million times before so i can just tune em out

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

dogs

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

a bright obnoxious yellow

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

xbox

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

yeah i’d swim in both, i enjoy lakes a lil more than the ocean though

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

a light gray sweater

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

no but i can make it do that clover thing

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

save unless i’m really sad and have free time bc in that case i buy myself $70 of new clothes to make myself temporarily feel better

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

a coloring book w a pink cover

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

wouldn’t say obsession but i’ve been really into blackbear’s music, the my favorite murder podcast, videos of people exploring abandoned places and hi-chew candies lately

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

yes i caught a monarch one time when i was little and i accidentally touched its wing and my mom told me if i touch their wings they could die and i cried about it

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

yeah lol i try not to be but i definitely have no idea how to be my own person at all whatsoever. no clue who i am

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

i had one where i was shot in the back of my workplace and died kinda recently and it really freaked me out bc i’ve never had a dream that i died in so i’ve been doin a lot of research about the meaning of dreams lately lmao

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

i enjoy airports and being on planes but not after the initial excitement is over and then you have to wait for like 5 hours

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

i cried like a baby when i watched hachiko

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

sunflower seeds for sure

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

blackbear

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

nah i don’t think i’m that picky, i will try just about everything

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

i want to say no but i have slept through a fire alarm before so idk. it takes me forever to fall asleep though it’s the worst

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

not at all

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

i love writing even though i don’t think i’m all that good and i used to love to read but now i just have depression

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

yes unless i’m feelin overwhelmed then i like a nice soft playlist of chill music. i’m listening to the lumineers’ cleopatra album real softly right now and it’s so nice

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

i’m bad at both but probably carve a pumpkin

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

destroyer // saint motel

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

summer

(56) What Are You Craving Right Now?

takis lmao idk why i’ve been intensely craving those lately bc they always make me so sick but they’re sooooo good

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

nothing nsfw tonight

(58) What Is Your Gender?

female

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

coffee

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

school hasn’t even started for me but i still had homework today lmao i finished it a few hours ago but it was a quick quiz over the syllabus for history. if you did it before the class met you got 1 point added to your overall grade at the end of the semester and i’m bad at history so you know i was all over that

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

bi but probably gay i really don’t know i never experimented quite enough

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

no i don’t believe in that

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

espeon

(64) Favourite Social Media?

instagram

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

they’re fine i just always forget to watch them or use them. i like the boomerangs though

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

i mostly just miss having time by myself in my room to just chill

67) Are You A Virgin?

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

idk pantene something and it smells so good

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

probably the motel, i’d feel safer

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

yes

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

It!!! i wanna see it with my brother realllll bad

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

not oooooone bit

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

"look. life is bad. evryones sad. we're all gona die. but i alredy bought this inflatable boumcy castle so r u gona take ur shoes off or wat"

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

i mean i wouldn’t say sexiest i think that depends on the person but i feel like brown eyes are jus like, deeper u know. i love em

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

yes yes

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

some lays limon chips bc i didn’t eat enough dinner

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

flow, gin rummy (my personal fave), 1010, gardenscapes, tiny tower, tripeaks, snake vs block, ballz, adcap and this morning i downloaded dumb ways to die and roll the ball bc i am bored w the games i have and wanted to play smth else

78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

i would if i knew CPR but i do not so i would try to find someone that does so i don’t waste time trying and doing it wrong

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

yeah probably but i don’t do that so much anymore

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

not like stalk in the bad way but i’ve checked up on people and i’ve done some digging before

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

it makes me anxious but i really like meeting new people

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

i just wear this one!! it’s my gf and i’s promise ring, she got em for us as our 1 year anniversary gift and i wear it every day

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

closed !!!

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

1. i had lunch with my girlfriend 2. i picked my brother up from school and we talked shit 3. i had a full blown panic attack about school being tomorrow

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

usually just underwear but if i’m cold i’ll wear a big t-shirt too

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

night

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

answered the phone on already but i have sooo many games bc my brother plays a lot of videogames lmao but i have an xbox 360, an xbox one, a playstation 2, and a wii and i have a ton of games for each of those that we’ve collected overtime lmao, plus some for our old PC and i also have access to everything my brother buys on steam. out of all that i only really play call of duty, LA noire, GTA V, just dance, harvest moon for wii ?? that’s it lol, i’ve been meaning to play life is strange and gone home and the wolf among us though

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

had a really bad nightmare recently that someone was robbing my workplace and killed my best friend, Caitlin and my brother in front of me and then we went on business as usual like nothing happened and it was so scarring i honestly only think about that when i think about my dreams anymore

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

coke

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

i like real ambient upbeat music that you’d listen to on like a road trip or smth

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

jeans but only bc my favorite pair of sweats got bleach all over em and i keep forgetting to go buy some new ones

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

like an undercooked fish fillet

(94) Ever Had Any Suicidal Thoughts?

oooooooo boy have i

(95) Name Something That Relaxes You.

soft music, driving, my girlfriend when she talks real gently to me n rubs my back

(96) What Tattoo Do You Want?

right now i am tryin to decide if i wanna get a big ol B&W half-sleeve of sunflowers on my right arm

(97) Favourite YouTuber?

still love grace helbig a lot bc she’s funny n i have a crush on her but i’ve been binging elijah and christine so much lately

(98) Post A Picture Of Yourself.

this was me yesterday when i let my hair do it’s natural thing and i looked like a lion. i was into it though

(99) Do You Have Any Illnesses?

my brain is not a good one but thas ok it happens

(100) Favourite Place To Relax?

my room or my car

#like if ya read #long post #about me

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