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donald4spiderman · 4 years ago

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The City

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Summary: Reader is thinking about moving to California. Spencer’s determined to get her to stay.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff (angst if you squint)

**Inspired by Ben’s poetic confession in Parks and Recreations, S3E14**

Here’s a draft i forgot to post

**not edited yet**

Spencer’s POV

As a profiler, I’ve mastered the observation and analysis of behavior— we all have.

Picking the minds of serial killers is second nature— so why is it so hard for me to figure out why (Y/N) is behaving so strangely?

In the recent months, her witty and charming energy has dwindled into a lethargic imitation. Whether she’d admit it or not— (Y/N) can be extremely enthusiastic about certain things— especially our job.

So, when I watch her drag her feet, inch by inch, into the BAU each morning, It’s hard to contain my concern.

I know Morgan has noticed, and I’m sure everyone else has too. They’re probably just too scared to say anything. (Y/N) doesn’t enjoy people prying into her private life, so we all stay a comfortable distance away.

I watch her a lot... more than I’d like to admit. It’s hard to be unaware of her nervous behaviors— the nail biting, hair twisting, skin picking— I practically have enough data to make a correlation graph. I can tell when she’s upset, and it’s happening more than usual.

(Y/N) has always been kind to me. Even when I was at the peak of my stammering, slicked-back hair phase, she treated me with more respect than I deserved. I can only imagine how awkward I must’ve been (or, still am), and I thank her for not belittling me.

I guess I’m validating the Benjamin Franklin Effect when I say this— but I feel like I owe it to her to ask what’s wrong. Over the years I’ve built up (arguably) the closest friendship with her, so it only makes sense for me to bite the bullet for the team.

It’s partially due to the fact that I’ve developed a slight (if not major) crush over time, but who wouldn’t? A gorgeous, intelligent, quick-witted women is kryptonite for any person. Our conversations are always stimulating, she gives the best advice, and she’s always there to comfort a team member.

So, it pains me to see her struggle through a paperwork day. I wish she would reach out to anyone for help, but it’s not in her nature.

“H-Hi.” I smile as I approach her desk. Her tired eyes look up at me, and she smiles back.

“Hey, Reid. What’s up?

I rub the back of my neck nervously. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Morgan and Emily watching me struggle to form a sentence. They giggle as they watch.

“I-I was... um. D-do you want to get coffee with m-me? Not now! I mean— after work!” Morgan stumbles out of the bullpen, barely containing his laugh. I must sound pathetic.

(Y/N) nods hesitantly, “S-sure. I don’t know why you want to get coffee with me, but I’m free.”

“Really?” My surprise shocks her. “T-that’s gr-great! I can drive you!”

She chuckled, “I think I’d rather drive us. I’m pretty sure you can’t drive a mile without hitting a curb.”

I nod fervently. “Sounds good.”

As I make my way back to my desk, I send a glare in Emily’s direction as she continues to smirk at me.

(Y/N) grabs an empty table in the café, and we sit down, huddling close to our warm drinks. She orders a cinnamon latte, I order a black coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar.

I place the drinks down. “Did you know that cinnamon is shown to reduce systolic blood pressure. It’s commonly used in South Asia and works by dilating blood vessel.”

She nods, “Surprisingly, I did know that. You’re gonna have to teach me something else, Doc.” I laugh in response, enjoying the relaxation that radiates off of her.

“I feel like we don’t get to, um, t-talk as much as I would like to.” My words get caught in my throat and she gives me a lopsided smile.

“Well, we don’t exactly have the most leisurely job.” She states, sipping her drink.

I bite my lip, she looks down. I convince myself that my mind is playing tricks on me, because there’s no way (Y/N) would glance down to watch me pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I know... but you used to talk more.”

“I’ve been busy lately. Tired too.” She mumbles.

I mean forward slightly, my voice is a hushed whisper. “A-are you... okay?” I’m anticipating an defensive response, but all she does is sigh.

“I’m alright. I just... I’m getting tired of being here— in D.C.”

My eyes widen and my brows knit together. “W-What! Why?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I don’t know. I just expected to feel... really, really attached to D.C when I first moved here. I love my job, and I love you guys— but nothing’s keeping me here.”

My face drops. My disappointment is adamant because she scrambles to reassure me.

“It’s not that I don’t absolutely love working with you guys. You’re my best friend, Spencer. But... I came to D.C to... I don’t know... settle down.” It comes out as more of a question rather a statement. “It’s sounds weird, right? Me, settling down?” She laughs. “I-I don’t mean a husband and a family necessarily. I moved here because I wanted to belong somewhere.”

“You don’t feel like you belong?”

“I feel... I feel like everything I have right now is temporary. It’s not the feeling I expected to have. I just want to have something permanent in my life for once.”

I remain silent, lacking the proper response.

“Please don’t tell anyone!” She pleaded.

I smile solemnly, “I won’t. I promise.”

In that moment, I make another promise. Not just to (Y/N), but to myself. I’m going to show her how many things she has here for her in D.C.

I’m going to prove how much I believe she belongs.

I started by bringing her coffee each morning— a cinnamon latte from the same café we went to.

The first time she seemed pleasantly surprised. I sped through the doors of the bullpen, my coat and slacks absolutely soaked due to the rainy D.C weather. She giggled at the sight of my hair plastered to my forehead. I was certain that I looked like a wet dog.

“Morning!” I greeted, placing down both cups of coffee on her desk so I could fix my hair. “I-uh-I got you coffee. A cinnamon latte, of course.”

(Y/N) smiles brightly, “You’re the best. Thanks, Reid. I definitely needed this.”

Hotch and Rossi are watching me curiously, pretending not to look up from their files. At this moment, I could care less.

“It’s n-nothing.” Suddenly I’m blushing furiously under the weight of her stare.

“Thanks, again.” She clears her throat, “Y-you’re a really good friend.”

She smiles. And I smile.

In the next three weeks, (Y/N) and I grow closer at a rate faster then ever. I try to do something small for her everyday. Finishing up a file for her; Bringing her coffee or water; Sitting next to her on the jet. It appears to be working— she looks much more relaxed and happy. Her sarcastic humor is back and she engages more with the team.

We’ve decided to hang out after today. I find myself enjoying every minute with her, even if all we do is talk, eat, and walk around aimlessly. I’m sure she’s tired of me, but my infatuation with her only grows.

Tonight, we’re sitting at the park, watching people on their late night jogs, dog walkers, babysitters. We finished eating Indian food at a local restaurant. Turns out we’re both regulars at the same place, it’s a shame we haven’t run into each other.

She’s sitting criss-cross on the bench, her elbow rested on top of her knee. “You know,” She starts, “D.C is pretty great. I don’t think I’ve felt this... content in a while.”

I smile, even if it’s too dark for her to see. “Th-thanks. D.C is a great place, despite averaging 39 inches of rain annually.”

She means her head back against the bench. “I still don’t know. I feel like I’m just waiting for something. I don’t even know what that something is... a sign maybe?”

“A sign?” I laugh.

“Y-yeah... a sign. I’d usually make a pros and cons list and research the differences between the two places but... this decision feels too personal to look at it as just statistics.”

In this very moment, I decide to toss all my concerns, questions, what if’s, into the wind. This is my final move; my last resort; my Hail Mary.

My hands are trembling, and it takes me seconds to force the words out of my throat.

“W-well, besides the higher cost of living and considerably gloomy weather, D.C can be a p-pretty great place to reside. It has a busy political culture and is one of the most diverse states in the country.” I pause for a little longer than necessary.

“But, besides statistics and facts, if w-we look past objectivity, to me: D.C is where my friends are, and my friends are my family. Um... I like The City because it’s home to so many great people. A-and I know it’s hard to see the good in things considering how much violence we see on a daily basis, but certain people make me believe that things aren’t all that bad.”

(Y/N)‘a listening attentively, making me even more nervous than I thought possible. “D.C— The City— is beautiful. It’s charming. It’s a warm, cinnamon latte on a rainy day, o-or a late night walk in the park. To me, it’s home.” I catch her smirking a little bit, and I can only hope that she understands what I’m trying to say.

“Plus, The City is really good at her job. The City’s an excellent profiler. But, the city’s an even better friend, and an even better person. It doesn’t hurt that The City has great hair, and gorgeous eyes, and a perfect smile. And, she does this cute thing where she twists the ends of her hair, even if I keep telling her to stop. The City’s beautiful and definitely out of my league. She probably wants nothing to with me now, but I don’t care. I really like The City. And, even if she doesn’t like me back, she should stay, because there are so many people that like and love The City. ‘Cause who wouldn’t.”

(Y/N) is full on grinning right now, and it’s hard to stay patient when so much is on the line.

“Wow.” She giggles. “You really like The City.”

I chuckled awkwardly, “Y-yeah. I really do.”

“I mean, if you think The City’s so great, maybe I should stay. Plus, I’m sure The City likes you too.”

I feign confusion, “Really? I don’t know... The City can be kind of closed off sometimes.”

“Trust me— The City definitely likes you back. And I don’t think The City appreciates you saying that about her”

“Oh really?” I gasp. “Let’s ask her.”

I turn my head around, then proceed to look back at (Y/N) in the most dramatic fashion.

“Hey.” I laugh.

“Oh, Hi Dr. Reid!” She feigns surprise to match my frivolousness.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, b-but I really like you. And, a little birdy told me that you like me back.”

She laughs heartily, “Well, that little birdy is a pretty reliable source.”

Soon, her head is resting on my shoulder. My body’s stiff and the air is caught in my lungs, but I feel more content than I have in years. Somehow the weather is warmer, and the sun is brighter, and things just seem... better.

“This is a great city.” She mumbles, peering up at me in the most adorable fashion.

“Yeah,” I smile, “It really is.”

“Pawnee’s a really special town, I love living there. And, I look forward to the moments in my day where I get to hang out with the town, and talk to the town about stuff. The town has really nice blonde hair too. And, it’s read a shocking number of political biographies for a town, which I like.” - Ben Wyatt

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gothamstreetcat · 4 years ago

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“I SPECIFICALLY wanted to lean into how much we as an audience want them to figure it out. We want them to be able to have these tender moments of affection. THE SCENE IN THE DINER when they end up on top of each other – that was a shot that was very important to me, because it’s a little bit of the archetypal shot of a tender moment between two potential lovers. And they were game for it, they have grown a lot in four years, and to watch them come into themselves and be able to use that to bounce off of each other was really rewarding. IT'S JUST A TIGHT TWO [SHOT] where he’s just landed on top of her. There’s no dialogue, there’s nothing written there for that one beat, but it tells you everything you need to know about their desires or their connection. What I’d like the audience to see is that there’s a real tenderness there between the two of them. At the end, when she basically says, ‘Fine, you’re gonna have to live your life, but don’t get yourself killed,’ you can tell that she genuinely cares for him. We spent a lot of time talking about that and working on that.”

BEN MACKENZIE during an interview with WITH AN ACCENT feat. BRUCE & SELINA

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yaydads · 2 years ago

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I smile when I read this letter, deciding that I will use the check for only baby things. This time, I send a package. I write back three weeks later, including a photo of the new nursery I had made with the money and a new 3D printed sculp of the baby from the last appointment.

Dear Ben,

I kept the check because you are stubborn but I want you to know that I used it purely on the new nursery. It is Winnie the Pooh themed!

Baby girl is now the size of an apple and I am happy to report than you and I shared a name for the baby so I will be naming her Eleanor Juliet. At my last appointment, they scanned her little body and printed out her in plastic. I made a teeny diaper to cover her and sent her in this package in a blanket so that you may have something material to know her by. She is so small! I’ve also sent a small device with the recording of her heartbeat. It is strong and she is so, so healthy.

You are welcome to visit at any time, but again, I do not expect it of you. I am happy to send you any photos you may want in the future, just let me know if you have a specific request.

I hope you are enjoying the grand library at the Temple you spoke of so fondly.

Ellie’s mom,

Lili

P.s. I think she has your nose!

The second Ben opens the package to find the model of the baby, his breath hitches in his throat so quickly he nearly chokes on air.

"Oh..." he whimpers out, trembling as he carefully pulls it from the package and cradles it in his hands, "O-Oh- oh that's-" he quickly looks to the paper and reads through what you wrote, sobbing as he comes across the baby's name. "El-Eleanorrr," he looks down at the model, barely able to see it through his tears.

A soft knock comes at his door and he inhales sharply, freezing.

"Ben?" Fee calls softly, "Are... are you alright?"

Ben stays silent for a long moment, his body jolting with each sob he keeps in.

It's been too long. It's been too long and the weight of his guilt and his anxiety is far too heavy to carry anymore. He's falling behind- his training isn't as impressive as it usually is, he's distracted all the time, and Fee has been worried sick about him, too.

"N-No," Ben admits finally, shaking his head as more tears spill down his cheeks and further stream down his neck, "N-No I'm not ok-okay..."

The doorknob rattles, Fee's voice getting more desperate, "Ben? What's wrong? Please open the door."

Rising from his chair and choking on a sob, Ben stumbles to the door, opening it with the Force.

And all Fee sees when the door swings open is a broken, sobbing Ben, standing in the doorway with his hands cradled in front of him, holding the figure of a little baby.

"I- I- I- can't- I can't- that's my baby," Ben sobs out, "That's my baby and- and- and I got s-someone pregnant and I dunno what to d-do I've- I've failed you," he shakes his head, sinking to his knees as Fee stares at him with his jaw nearly on the floor, "I failed you and- and I'm s-so sorry- 'm not a Sith, 'm not- this isn't the D-Dark side-"

"Ben," Fee murmurs, shaking his head, "Hey- no, no stop..." he lowers himself down in front of Ben, tearing up as he takes Ben's face in his hands, "Ben I need you to breathe," he says softly, using his soothing voice, "I need you to breathe okay? Shhh... it's alright. Everything will be fine."

"B-But I failed..."

Fee shakes his head quickly. "No. No you didn't, Ben. You are many things, but a failure is not one of them- never one of them, do you understand me? Why... why did you keep this to yourself, Ben?” he breathes, “Why didn’t you come to me?”

“I... I thought- I didn’t w-want you to h-hate me,” Ben murmurs, “I didn’t want you t-to tell the Council and- and get me k-kicked out- I have n-nowhere else t-to- to g-go...”

Fee holds in his tears even as his heart breaks, a spear of self-loathing also shooting through him. Ben’s like this because of him. Ben is on the floor, crying so hard he cannot breathe, trembling enough to make his hair swish back and forth... because of him.

“Ben I- I’m so sorry,” Fee whispers, shaking his head solemnly, his shoulders hunching in a bit, “I’m so sorry. I never- no, Ben. I never would have told the Council. Or anyone else for that matter. Whatever your struggles are, they’re yours for a reason- I’m not going to call for help unless you directly say you need it or I get worried about it.” He gently tips Ben’s head up to look him in the eyes, giving him a teary smile as he finally starts to cry, “Ben... you- I get to wake up every single day and call you my little brother. I get to see people on the street marveling at the posters of you and go ‘yes, Ben Kenobi is my little brother, can you believe it?’- and I have never been more proud of anything in my life. You are the greatest of all of us, Ben. You always have been. And I- I wish I were half the man and half the Jedi that you are.” He gives Ben a small smile, “This... this child- it is a blessing. And the fact that you are standing up and being responsible and- and helping this woman out... it’s admirable, Ben. It really is.”

He gently pulls Ben into his arms, cradling him as they sit on the floor together. “I don’t expect you to say anything right now,” he shakes his head softly, “In fact I wish for your silence a bit longer, so that you can calm down and regain your oxygen- I can feel how low it is in the Force.” He runs a hand through Ben’s hair, tearing up again as he kisses the top of Ben’s head. “I love you more than life itself, Obi-Wan Kenobi. And I’m going to help you however you may need. Whatever I can do.”

The two sit silently together for a few moments before Fee finally asks quietly, “What is her name? Both the woman and the child,” he clarifies.

“Uhm- L-Lili is the woman,” Ben nods, sniffling as he wipes his eyes, “And the baby- her name is El-Eleanor Juliet.”

Fee echoes her name with a fondness and pulls away to give Ben a soft smile, “What do you say to paying a visit to Miss Eleanor Juliet?” He pulls out his comm, immediately swiping to the shared schedule, “I am going to take on all of your responsibilities for the next two weeks. I want you to collect yourself, make yourself presentable,” he teasingly fixes Ben’s hair, happy to earn a quiet laugh from Ben, “And I want you to fly out tonight. Spend the two weeks there. Get to know your baby and her mother. Keep me updated. And most importantly... do not ever let this guilt plague you so terribly again. Lift that weight from your shoulders, Ben. You need the height anyway.” He jokes.

“I- I- thank you,” Ben breathes, “Thank you so much.” He hugs Feemor tightly, giving him a squeeze. “Feemor?”

“Yes?”

“I love you too,” he whispers, echoing Fee’s words from earlier. “More than life iself.”

Later that evening, staying true to his word, Fee heads out to finish Ben’s duties for the day and even fills up Ben’s ship with fuel for the flight before truly starting on the other tasks.

Ben loads up his ship with the bags he packed for the trip, carefully setting the presents he ran into the district for onto the passenger seat before taking off.

He arrives on Alderaan several hours later, carefully landing his ship in the clearing near your home and taking a deep breath as he stares out at your house.

“You can do it, Ben.” He whispers to himself, rising from the seat and tugging his bag over a shoulder, grabbing the presents before slowly walking down the ramp.

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lover-of-trash-and-people · 4 years ago

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netflix shadow and bone s1 e5 pt3: peak darklina

the first kiss scene Alina is so beautiful Her little smile as she picks up his kefta after he hears him call out for Ivan to get it like ooh I'm gonna play a little trick on Alek Her making him smile with a joke that's not even funny The tentativeness of it all, them tiptoeing around each other, testing the boundaries Him being taken aback by her offering to help him put on his kefta but still wanting her to and immediately resorting to business voice asking questions about official sun summoner stuff And putting on his serious business face him trying to explain away the gloves by calling them a safeguard, not a sign of him not trusting her abilities the face he makes after saying spectacle either depicting his distaste for the showiness of the event or depicting his embarrassment at how he phrased the sentence, like what the fuck did I just say (more likely the first one) Her quickly turning around and walking away after the eye contact makes her realise how close they are and him pulling a puzzled look as she does so Just. Just how adorable the energy is. Both of them making jokes to diffuse the tension, her gripping the table to maybe steady or calm herself, the looks they give to each other as if engaged in a delicate dance; god-like Him straight up just blinking and looking down and gulping as she says 'we can offer Grisha and Ravkans hope' (could be multiple things he's thinking at this point, and all of them interest me) 'That means a lot to me, Alina.' *her turning to look at his face* 'You mean a lot...' *her immediately lowering her gaze and tracing where her mal scar used to be lmao* 'to everyone' *her raising her gaze to him again* The music swelling as she walks up to him, her barely grazing her fingers against his collar, his eyes looking across hers as if in disbelief, her looking at his lips, and then her closing the gap between them. Him being a little stiff, indubitably from being shocked, and yet giving into it almost instinctively as if he can't help it. The violin coming in powerfully yet softly to emphasize the tenderness of it all. This thing has been made with so much love and I can't contain myself about it. Him opening his eyes half a second after Alina, almost as if waking up from a dream and then, following a relaxing of his facial muscles as he clearly regains his composure, immediately looking inscrutable. Her doubting herself, not losing eye contact as he stands up from the desk, but her sudden fear, regret, and embarrassment clear on her face. Her sides of her lips slowly rising giving way his own self mirroring her and breaking into smile and composing himself and breaking into smile again before saying 'Not many people surprise me, Miss Starkov'. Her now fully breaking out into a smile, her face a picture of unguarded joy, she looks down only to have his gaze follow her face. Both of them giddy in the other's presence and the audience can feel it. It feels like he is leaning in for another one when the sound of the door opening makes them spring apart, regaining their composures and standing at a respectable distance from each other. Her poorly suppressing a smile, him looking at her visibly, her mimicking him with a glance out of her periphery, causing her to give in to her smile completely. Him looking visibly distracted as he attempts to pay attention to whoever came into the room. the Jesper of it all Jesper the mega idiot not being able to control his face from doing a thing as he realises the person who caught him where he wasn't supposed to be is the same person he was making sexy eyes at before and yet regaining his composure in record time The poor stable hand actually being interested in Jesper and being adorable with Jesper just being like charm itself Can you believe looking at Jesper Llewellyn Fahey in the flesh and having him make sexy eyes at you and then forgetting about it? Because I simply cannot. The line about light role play? Felt a little not right. GO OFF STABLE HAND WHO PUSHED JESPER AGAINST A WALL AND KISSED HIM, HE LITERALLY SAID IM POPPING OFF AND

THEN HE DID Zoya Zoya saying fuck off to the random racist comment made by one of the guests, but she was racist to Alina herself? (I mean South Asian-East Asian hate is not uncommon so idk) David omg the cutie pie adjusting his hair at the fete HEARTRENDER FUCKING HUSBANDS Fedyor insisting on Ivan eating the sweet and Ivan's solemn head shake like no babe im on a diet and Fedyor being like heart eyes please eat the sweet my love and then Fedyor holding Ivan's face to make him nibble off a corner and Ivan's face splitting into a reluctant grin Kaz the actor Seeing Kaz the actor instead of Kaz the master of trickery and plans is an interesting thing Kanej being Kanej cute banter interaction, would recommend, 10/10 hints at Arken being sus The look Kaz gives Arken when Arken leaves, I really should have known, I was simply being a clown Darkling and the dumb royalty We love the Darkling suppressing his anger at these otkazat'sya rulers dissing the grisha and the little palace Alina's entrance The soft hum that we hear when Alina enters but we don't see her face Alina's adorable peeking The Darkling's expression changing despite being done af with these mfers and instantaneously on catching a glimpse of Alina, she really has that power huh He really made it look like his pupils dilated and who knows maybe they did Him trying to call her out for not following protocol but him melting and saying 'you look lovely, by the way' Her saying 'you look like you needed saving' I can't breathe you're so cool ballroom at the little palace I must confess I expected the ballroom of the winter fete to be bigger

GENYADAVID looking at each other and pretending not to look at each other, my fucking heart Kanej being Kanej Kaz implying they're gonna try to trick the people into thinking that the fake sun summoner is real and Inej being done with his shit Alina's demonstration HER NAME IS ALINA STARKOV yes mfer The way people back away as he steps, god the power of this man Inej looking at Kaz omfg Okay him clapping the darkness into the room was cool af I love the shadow summoning effects so fucking much The first bit of light that Alina summons lighting up the gold parts of her black kefta, absolute perfection Alina just enjoying her power and then looking to Alek, his lips parting when she does Aw Fedyor looking at Ivan in a I told you she could do it way Genya and Fedyor exchanging glances as Alina besties THE CROWD SAYING SANKTA ALINA INEJ SAYING SANKTA ALINA WITH HALF A TEAR IN HER EYE DAMN THIS IS POWERFUL Jesper and Dima IMMEDIATELY TRANSITIONING TO JESPER SAYING 'SAINTS' AS A NAKED STABLE BOY GETS OFF OF HIM AGAHSJSJSJKS I CAN'T IM CACKLING AT THE AUDACITY OF THIS SHOW HOW ARE THEY SO PERFECT (his name's dima btw) Poor fucking Dima getting frightening orders from his superior as his hookup sneaks out with horses that are definitely not his Arken the little shit Ah Arken why'd you have to go and do this I was actually amused by you before the malyen factor omg Mal's here and someone saw him getting here apparat and faith? The apparat literally jumping out of the palace walls at Alina lol man I do love the religion angle of this universe and it would have been so fucking cool if it were explored a bit better ew apparat that grab was very violent mal/darkling interaction the darkling's reaction at his recognition of mal was so funny ah yes my arch nemesis, the other angle of this teen immortal love triangle how utterly delightful someone explain the darkling's 'are you alright' to mal, is it because Alina was worried sick, is it mind games, is it curiosity, what is it Im still don't know how to feel with them attaching a literal symbol to the sun summoner, to Alina's dreams and to the stag itself 'not until I see Alina' THE LOYAL HIMBO ENERGY IN THIS ONE ISTFG I have never known nose acting until I saw Ben Barnes, he uses his nose in his acting and it is absolutely wonderful; case in point, the 'i beg your pardon' to mal with the rage making his voice shake okay but why is every mal darkling interaction like, everything the prompt answer our baby mal gives and the satisfaction it brings to his face, fucking amazing the darkling being literally struck by this, his mouth literally agape, king this is a 20 year old lmao Baghra! OMG WE GOT A GLIMPSE OF BAGHRA'S FIRE YES Genya supremacy Genya beating Arken up let's fucking go Marie's plot influence and Racism? Yellowface? again? hmm bardugo (then again, I have no authority over this, I'm south asian) Ive already talked about how I'm interested in knowing if and how changing Marie's time and place of death going to influence the plot much because in the books it caused a chain reaction doing a lot of stuff Alina, my love Alina just, laughing with other Grisha, feeling at home, ah be still my treacherous heart Mal's confrontation scene with Alina that was in the books being retconned to Mal calling out to her body double, hmm, probably to make Mal more likeable, I don't have any feelings about this particularly Nadia and Fedyor Okay the both of them, smiling and walking, hand in hand, cute mlm wlw solidarity moment that I missed during the first watch Kanej interacting with Alina Why is Alina literally so adorable The music picking up as the Inferni catches sight of the 'limping man' (what? it was funny when he said it) Blue Irises Alina's face showing a certain sense of calm when Alek shows up Alina's face after the Darkling says 'for you' and presents her with blue irises is something like gasp okay you've got game sexy shadow man mal fite time omg I thought she was taking mal to talk to Baghra or smth not to kill him 🤡 aren't oprichnikis like

otkazat'sya or am I missing smth? Because Baghra's spy is obvs a fabrikator THE DESK SCENE omg the scene hath arriveth the fact that Alina can't stop smiling gods, the flirting 'I don't recall this, being part of the schedule' him turning back and saying 'it isn't' her hiding her face through the cover of smelling the flowers and just how coy she acts, like the literal eyelid batting Ma'am how embarrassing for you to have feelings rn these two are my absolute favs of all time the camera moving as they move from their spots on which they had to stand on to get the shot of their shadows almost kissing her nodding and smiling at him saying 'she'll probably be alright' like okay I'm ready for smooches kiss me already and him going 'don't you think' trying to savour this moment IM SORRY BUT THE FUCKING SCORE AT THE MOMENT THEIR LIPS MEET YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I CANNOT COPE the way his hand is so big that he can almost hold her entire face in it the way she grips the back of his head I'm sorry I feel so disrespectful saying this but the sounds they make+I think that's a um titty grab or maybe it's just a holding someone and the placement was um unintended but I doubt it because everything in this fucking show is so intentional+ the lift up onto the desk+ the faces they make+ um god I'm going to hell for this but when they sort of grind into each other (I understand this is acting and they're just good at their job) but god does all of this make my heart race and also makes me happy I guess LITERAL GIGGLES I can't I'm soft 🥺🥺🥺 his little head shake at the knock on the door when he goes in for one last kiss before she gets off the desk and her eyes going all oy you, go get the door, I'm not going anywhere don't make whoever it is wait is so adorable and domestic her just standing there mouth agape to herself when he walks away HIM STILL FLUSHED AND BLUSHING AND HIS HAPPINESS CLEAR AS DAY ON HIS FACE WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR his gaze flits to her when Ivan says Alina was the target 'I'll be waiting' love, I physically can't anymore Little cheek hold and walk away Her little smile to herself nearly fading before he jumps back in again to her surprise and to ours to hold her face with both his hands and kiss her one last time, and yes, he does kiss like he's being drafted for the war in the morning Her little mouth open and close and then her little smile to herself after he leaves I refuse to watch the rest of the episode right now because no let me steep in the darklina bliss

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chicksung · 4 years ago

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stray kids reaction to their (idol) s/o being made fun of by fans? if that's not against your guidelines of course!!

Stray Kids reaction to their idol s/o being made fun of by fans

A/N: Hi beauty! Of course not! This is my first time doing a reaction so please bare with me here! Thank you for the request @dreamsaboutnct

Warning/s: cyber bullying, crying, disappointed chan

Bang Chan: When he came home to find your shaking form in waves of tears, he knew something was up. He knew that you were in preparation for a comeback and he thought maybe it was the stress of it, but when you broke down futher in his arms and said that it was the fans that had you in this state, he was speechless.

To say he was disappointed was an understatement. He was baffled when he saw the tweets and comments regarding your appearance, your talent and abilities and even your relationship with Chan.

He decided to host another episode of Chan’s Room that night. As he greeted the fans, he watched the comments carefully, seeing if there was anything negative said about you.

“Now, I actually wanted to talk to you guys. I love being with Y/N. I truly do. But there are some things that need to be addressed. For as long as Y/N and I are together, I expect you guys to respect her and treat her like you would treat me. It breaks my heart to see how many negative comments my s/o has been getting and I am giving you one warning and one warning only. It has got to stop.”

He had never been so strict when talking to stays but he needed to knock some sense into this ridiculousness, but it seemed to work.

The next morning, #RespectYN was trending #1 on twitter and the negativity was outweighed by the positive. Chan smiled as you read out all the cute things fans had written.

“And if anything like this happens again, let me know. I’ll fix it.”

Lee Minho: He hates seeing you cry. In fact, he hated seeing you anything but happy. You couldn’t explain yourself through the tears so instead you showed him your twitter feed, when he read it, he was frozen. How could his own fans do this to you. Not his stay. Everyone seemed to be supportive of your relationship. This was until he saw one tweet and he felt his blood boil.

“I’m not a stay but I am a (y/n’s fandom name) and honestly? Y/N doesn’t deserve Lee Know”

“Come with me.” Minho whispered, grasping your hand tightly and leading you elsewhere.

Sometimes, you really loved being in the same company as Minho. He told his manager and your manager about the whole situation and they said they would bring it up with the CEO.

Not a week later, Twitter once again say something that they knew was somewhat bad.

‘안녕하세요, JYP입니다.’

The article explained that if any further malicious comments were made about either idols, there would be serious consequences in place for the perpetrators found guilty.

Minho took out on a date that day, to clear out all the negative thoughts and feelings in your mind and heart with all the love he could possibly give to you. He really loves you.

Seo Changbin: Changbin immediately pulled you into his arms when he saw the tears on your cheeks. He didn’t need to know if it was dance practice, a conflict between you and your members, or even if it was that time of the month again. All he knew was that you were upset and he needed to fix it. He pet your hair and let you cry out your feelings until your loud sobs slowly turned into soft sniffles.

“What’s wrong, love? What’s got my baby all upset?” He asked you, pulling you away from his chest and wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“It’s the fans. They’ve been telling me that I don’t deserve you and it’s getting to a point that I’m too scared to post on Twitter and Instagram or turn on vlive. I’m so scared, Binnie.”

Changbin needed to find a way to fix this. And what better way than to write a song. He knew it would take a while and he told you to just try and hang in there.

A few weeks later, he dropped his song on SKZ-Player and the response to it was overwhelmingly good. He decided to turn on vlive and he saw a comment asking what the song is about.

“The song is from the perspective of a fan. They really love this idol to the point where they think they will eventually get married to him. However, it shows the developed hatred towards the idol’s partner when the idol announces that he’s dating. I actually wrote this song to express what could possibly be going through a lot of your heads in regards to myself and my own s/o. They haven’t been taking your...’criticism’ too well.”

When he turned of vlive, within minutes, translation of what he had said had spread like wildfire throughout different social media but people seemed to get the message.

Hwang Hyunjin: Hyunjin felt his heart break a little as he heard you blame the fans for your fragile state of mind. He almost didn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Come on babe. Let’s go and get some ice cream and come back to this with a clearer mind.” He whispered before a small peck on your cheek was delivered and he took your hand and headed out the door.

A few days went by and the messages were just getting worse. Hyunjin couldn’t ignore anymore and your state was deteriorating to the point where Hyunjin banned you of your phone and laptop. “If you keep reading them, it’s just going to put you in a worse state than you already are.” He argued.

JYP and your company both released statements concerning the mental health of both idols and if such behaviour was kept up, they would turn off the comments all together. That seemed to get the fans to see just how much their comments were hurting you and your mental state.

Hyunjin smiled when he saw the comments turning from negative to positive almost overnight.

“See? All it takes is a little shove in the right direction for people to realise what they’re doing is wrong.” He said as he cuddled you into his side.

“Ice cream to celebrate?” You asked with pleading eyes.

“Ice cream to celebrate.” He sighed.

Han Jisung: Jisung listened to you talk out your problems. He judged watched you carefully as you vented about the heated argument two of your members had engaged in and now left tension between the two, but since the announcement that you and Jisung were dating, some of the fans were not being so...kind towards you. Your normally weekly vlives slowly became fewer and farther apart as you were too scared to see the comments.

When your eyes got watery, Jisung momentarily forgot everything else in existence. He forgot about the new album Stray Kids were working on, he forgot about his ramen that he was cooking. All his mind was filled of was ways he could make you feel better.

“Wait wait. Stay here.” He said, gesturing for you to stay put before sprinting out of the room. A few moments later, he returned with a blanket and the teddy bear he was planning to give you on your birthday but decided that you needed it now more than ever.

All wrapped up in a blanket and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in your hand plus hugs from Jisung, your tears were long dried and gone.

“I’ll speak with my managers tomorrow, but right now, let’s just cuddle for now.”

“I love you.” You mumbled, your voice still a little crackly

Jisung chuckled.

“And I love you just as much...if not more.”

Lee Felix: Felix was always good at reading people’s emotions. He was able to tell when people were angry or sad or just genuinely happy. However, it didn’t take a genius to see that you weren’t doing so crash hot.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he patted the outline of your figure under your blanket cocoon. All he got was a sniffle in return. He sighed and collected you up in the blanket and scooping you up like a baby.

“Why are you crying, love?” He whispered into your hair as he pressed light kisses to your cheeks and forehead. You just broke down further, the only words he was able to pick up were ‘comeback’, ‘fans’ and ‘hate’.

Felix had a burning dislike for the four letter h word and didn’t really like using it unless he had really strong opinions on it.

“What about the fans, sweetheart?” He reworded his question and that just seemed to make you more upset.

“They’ve been calling me fat, ugly, useless, untalented, and even worse, that I don’t deserve to be with someone as talented and amazing as you.” You cried out, tears falling so often that your chest was constricting.

“Baby, baby, shhh. It’s okay. I’ll deal with this later. But right now, let’s focus on you.” He pressed his lips gently against yours and hugged you tightly. A small smile tugged at Felix’s lips. “Do you wanna bake some cookies with me?”

You’ve never said yes so fast in your life.

Kim Seungmin: Your usually bubbly aura and personality was nowhere to be seen or felt when Seungmin dropped by your group’s dorm on a surprise visit (and partially to congratulate all of you in your first music show win)

When he saw your slumped over figure and your phone in your hand, his first thought was maybe you were tired, but when he looked closer at you and saw the tears, he walked straight over to you and picked your phone out of your hand like a grape.

“Hey! Minnie! Give it back!” You demanded, trying so hard to wipe away your tears. Seungmin ignored your pleas and started to look at what seemed to be the reason for silent crying.

“If Y/N really thinks she can sing, she’s got another thing coming”

“If I got hit by a truck, I’d look like Y/N”

“Can’t believe some bitch named Y/N got to Seungmo before I did”

Seungmin felt his blood boil, reporting each of the tweet for hate speech and turned back to you.

“How long has this been happening?” Seungmin asked, his eyes softening as he gazed over to you, sitting next to you and grabbing your hands.

You sniffed and couldn’t even look him in his pretty eyes.

“A while now...” Your voice trailed off as a new wave of tears cleansed your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, petting your hair and tilting your chin up to lock eyes.

“I didn’t wanna worry you.” You sobbed out. Seungmin wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you into his chest letting you cry it out.

“What worries me more is that you didn’t tell me and you didn’t tell the company either.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“How about I take you out to that barbecue place you really like? I’ll pay for it.” He offered, tracing patterns in your hands. You smiled and looked up him.

“That would be nice.”

“Go get your coat, sweetheart.”

Yang Jeongin: You were Jeongin’s first serious relationship. He was shy around you even after being together for almost a year. He finally built up the courage and told the whole world that he, I.N of Stray Kids, was dating you, the member of the hottest debut girl group.

That shit spread like wildfire. Even though the majority of your fandoms supported your relationship, more recently some fans, who seemed to be notably younger, had been sending hate, not towards Jeongin but towards you for ‘taking away their oppa away’ from them.

It was a stupid thing to get upset over but as the days went on it, it just got worse and it was starting to chip away at your emotional state.

That’s how Jeongin came to find you, curled up and alone in the middle of one of the practice rooms.

“Y/N! Oh my god, are you okay?” He bombarded you with questions and checking you over for any injuries.

“I’m fine, Innie. It’s just...” You didn’t finish your sentence and just sighed.

“Just what? Please tell me. I wanna help.” He said with his round doe eyes.

“I’m guessing you haven’t been keeping up on Twitter.” You let out a half hearted laugh, trying to put on a brave face as you wipe your nose on your sleeve.

“Is this about...” He finally got the hint when he saw your phone thrown across the room with a new crack in the screen.

“The amount of horrible words that they’ve thrown at me is starting to eat away at me. I hate it, Jeongin. I hate it!” You yelled out the last part before wailing into your hands.

Jeongin wrapped you up in his arms and rocked you back and forth. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back and started humming in your ears. Soon, your sobs were reduced to just small sniffles and he pulled your face of the crook of his neck. His eyes held an idea.

“Follow me. I know what will cheer you up.” He said, pulling the both of you up onto your feet as he guided you through the JYP building.

He lead you up a small staircase on the top floor and swung the door open. He had taken you to the rooftop. The soft noise of traffic below paired with the bright twinkling of the stars made the scene feel like it was something out of a movie. It brought an unfamiliar sense of serenity wash over you and for the first time in about a week, you smiled.

Jeongin laid down on the floor, his head resting on his arms and gazing up at the sky. His gaze cut to you and he patted the empty spot next to him, inviting you to join him.

You watched the stars shine vibrantly above you and you sighed with content.

“Y/N. Don’t you ever forget how much I love you. No matter how bad the comments get, that won’t change how I feel about you. I’m doing a vlive tomorrow night so I’ll address it then.” He told you as you rested your head on his chest.

“Thank you, Jeongin. What would I do without you?”

“I’m not quite sure.”

“Nor am I.”

I hope this was good. I know some were longer than others but I got more inspired the more I wrote it :))

#kpop #fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #kpop smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids angst #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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olde-scratch · 4 years ago

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So I watched LUCIDS 1-4 without any prior knowledge...

and here were my thoughts. I didn’t watch any backstory or anything so enjoy my suffering.

PART 1

“So what happens when the people inside of their dreams go to sleep?” They die

“What happens when we wake up? Do they go on living while we’re not there?” THEY DIE-

“Who are they anyway?” they’re faces that our brain catalogs and stores for later use, although it’s also arguable that every time we dream we go to an alternate reality and inhabit the body of another version of ourselves. Now, were you in a car accident and trapped underwater or-

Are they twins?

(Me tuning out to do something)

“-the squirrel in spongebob was your soulmate, making you a Sandy simp-”

Me, snapping back to the video: hold up-

[missed the part about the worksheet, realized it when i rewatched 10 mins later to make this post]

yall speakin gibberish idk what youre saying-

“I’m gonna go to bed.” bro it literally looks like morning-

“You should get some sleep you look terrible.” i get six hours of sleep a night minimum and i look worse than him shut up bro-

“jump into someone else’s dream” ah i know this con-

why they all got the same face-

haha funni meme

“--an interruptiion can create feedback and tear them apart.” Death. I long for thee.

Is that Karl Jacob’s jacket?

“a second grader” makes me think this is a different school system. [i was wrong? i think?]

“[get him to] eat your apple”

[in the dream sequence] weird dream, but ive had weirder. now, Why Pamper’s-

why does he suddenly have a knife-

“You put a filter on the Dreamscape feed?”

“Technically, you are seven years old.”

???????????

the second hand embarrassment is UGGGHHH

[reading the description] you mean like the guy who was knocked out for 2 minutes on a football field and woke to find he’d dreamt 17 years of his life? oh this shall be Fun

PART 2

[I check the description] “jasper cult” what the fu-

how many camp camp references can i make during this

Is the apple a reference to religion or does the creator just really ilke apples?

“meal.”

“meal?”

meal????

Wait why couldn’t that guy eat the apple? If he wanted it in the fruit bowl, wouldn’t there be a chance of the guy eating it anyways?? Why can’t the guy who brought the apple eat it?

well he’s Dead

[debating if I should read the backstory}

n a h h h h h -

Was he gonna feed the dead guy the apple or something? Why is he upset about the apple in this scene???

oooo the grownups are fightinnnngggg

Is he an antagonist?

HE WROTE A BOOK???

oh now i want food

ESTABLISH JUSTICE ENSURE DOMESTIC TRANQUILITYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“I watched all those aforementioned shows” what shows did i miss something what-

man why you gotta hate on her jane austen fanfic let her live bro

string theory! i can get behind that! sorta-

o no he found the memes-

BOY GOT KNOCKED OUT-

kim there’s people that are dying-

is SHE an antagonist?

quinn? calling himself jasper? u sure hes not just nonbinary? is this just a metaphor for transphobic parenting?

“He died... but somewhere, he grew up.” So is your plan to take a Quinn from a different universe and make him your own, thereby robbing another version of yourself from happiness? When does this ever go well?

Yknow most people, when they lose a kid,,,, kinda,,,,,,, dont go on a ceaseless quest to find another version of their kid that grew up without knowing that another version of his mother was invading other peoples’ dreams to find and kidnap him,,,,,,,, like aint u got a therapist-

“Once you get past the point of not knowing what’s real anymore, you realize it doesn’t matter.” Well, I Got Called Out-

PART 3

“you’re real, oliver.”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

“you’ve been infected by the anti-love parasite of Mandadon” the amatonormativity is strong

so anyways ive been infected since birth hbu-

“James Jasperson, creator of Japple” did you mean to Fancy Well-Educated Man in a Black Turtleneck? cause the only FWEMBT i allow near me is prof. hidgens

“are you winning?” says the capitalist

why did you rewind to see his face?? you have the same face????? is this just bc the creator doesnt like working with other people cause in that case same but???????

“it’s a bad idea. i’m not gonna do it.” we’ve all been there. and we’ve all done it.

looks like me trying to study. (i say, a person who has studied a total of five minutes throughout their entire life.)

your “Spartan trial” looks like a bunch of guys standing on a hill pretending to be something they’re not. Let The Man Bring His Snacks.

eat the apple.

is this your first existential crisis or something what a loser lets all point and laugh

“One of you should be spared, the other shall’nt.” did you mean shant or was that a choice-

yall gonna get called out for talking shut UP

“sorry if this is too personal, btw. are you okay?”

me, confused and half understanding what’s going on and also needing to sleep cause its almost one in the morning but wanting to finish what i can find of lucids which i only starting watching cause i saw an animatic of ranboo and dream w audio from it: i don’t know anymore

“i just want my life back... i was gonna get married-” AREN’T YOU LIKE SEVEN-

ay man if this is a sacrificial cult yall gotta get daniel-

UPDATE: I H A V E N O T F O U N D I T -

“oliver”

I F O U N D I T -

WHICH ONE IS QUINN?? WHO’S JASPER???? WHICH ONE IS BENJAMIN???? I THOUGH BENJAMIN WAS SEVEN BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED WHAT-

oliver. eat the apple.

“Can you still have memories even when you’re dreaming?” One time I woke up to my alarm and fell back asleep and in my dream I remembered that I had class in a few minutes and my dream self woke my real self up so fast I thought I was gonna get whiplash. Anyways, I was late to class bc of my computer but that doesn’t matter.

NOPE I FOUND IT. HERE’S THE AUDIO. THE ANIMATIC ONE. FINALLY.

im thinking car crash. but also maybe murder. but also maybe both? is it raining or was he drowning? is he in a coma? hmmmmmm?

wait olivers the one with the apple does that mean he’s the one dreaming? is the ending gonna be him and jasper (quinn? idk) fighting against ben and mrs hills about jasper eating the apple to save oliver from the dream? hmmmmmmmmmm-

waitwaitwait i thought oliver was 7 how is benjamin 7 years younger than him if they look the same age what what what explain america explain what you mean arkansaw-

are the cuts on his nose plot-relevant or

“What if you hadn’t been driving?” So I was right about the car accident but Mrs. Hills still said he was seven so did i mishear her say that BENJAMIN was seven? but even then oliver would be 14 and that would still be illegal-

“How are you feeling?”

“Like you’re a pretty bad therapist.”

mood

“--it makes it all bearable to have power over the stories we write in our heads” that’s why i write fanfiction

HE’S GOT THE NOTEBOOK HE’S GONNA WRITE SOMETHING ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US

WHAT YOU MEAN AN EXPERIMENT THAT’S HIS NAME-

[upon reading the description] so i was right.

wait was that supposed to be the twist in part 2 about the apple in his pocket is that what the existential crisis was about i thought it was because he was introduced to the multiple worlds theory-

PART 4

wait wasnt the other one january 2018 why we going back to 2017-

appol

“--the future and the past all already exist” mhm yep figured this out long ago

there was simultaneously a point in time in which i hadn’t known about this, had been looking it up, had been watching it, and had been writing an ending to this post, and had been posting it the next morning before class. that time is both now and not now. Welcome To The Multiverse Theory or whatever its called-

“--my favorite scene of the movie is waking up next to you.” Mine is eating fast food as I listen to AJJ and play Minecraft. We are not the same.

Now I’m hungry but it’s 1 in the morning and i already put my retainer in god fu-

[reading description] what do you mean previously??? she did that in the first episode????????

[still on description] WHAT DO YOU MEAN WILL QUINN BITE THE APPLE AND GO TO BENJAMINS REALITY ISNT THIS OLIVERS REALITY AND HE HAS TO GET BEN TO BITE THE APPLE WHY IS APPLE CAPITALIZED IS THIS THE DOING OF THE FWEMBT

i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have wa-

[description] oh ive been spelling quinn right the whole time nice

i hope she rejects you /j

WAIT BENJAMIN WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE

ISNT HE IN SECOND GRADE-

HE IS SEVEN YEARS OLD HOW IS HE GETTING MARRIED ARE THERE TWO BENJAMINS THAT WE’RE FOCUSING ON-

bro get out of the road ull get hit

how do you knOW WHICH ONE IS QUINN THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON-

wait

hills wants ben to feed quinn the apple bc in his mind, that will give hills and quinn a happy ending and she doesnt want ben to see the apple bc thats gonna mean ben will know that his reality isnt reality at all. so then oliver has to,,,, not let anyone eat his apple? he just has to wake up?

IS HILLS THE VILLAIN AFTER ALL ORRRRR

wait but if ben sees the apple wont he realize that his reality is wrong and his reality will change, making it so that hills doesnt get her son? or is there some time-based rule that says they’re only transported to the reality that the person believes at that moment? or is this another stab at the multiverse thing where an infinite amount of hills gets their happy endings while an infinite amount of hills doesnt and etc etc?

i should have watched the ba-

oooo dramatique

they’re in a time loop?

nope thats a new powerpoint

wait so theyre,,,, no-

wait-

nvm-

IS THE BEN WE KNOW AN ADULT GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE OR NOT-

“they were actually pretty nice” didnt they throw someone off a cliff-

oh so it got confusing THEN??? NOT BEFORE?????

“it all seemed so real.” is that Not the point of vivid REM sleep hallucinations-

is oliver gonna show ben the apple and ruin hills’ whole operation

WHO ARE ALEX AND RYAN-

“what’s 25-8″ bro dont do this to me-

yep hes gonna show the apple

ayyy the guy who stole karl jacobs jacket it back

the second hand embarrassment is back and I Hate It

all that happens in episode ONE??? bro get some better writers that is bad pacing

“it’s the best!” wait until season eight. no show has a good season eight.

quinn knows about the apple thing w the dreams and multiverse and realities dont he

YOU KILLED HIM

NOT KARL JACOBS NOOOOO HES ALREADY DIED ONCE

oliver is v relatable

wHaT iN tArNaTiOn-

lemme hear that explanaton again-

is bill cipher gonna show up? i hope bill cipher shows up. i miss gravity falls

“ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” moooooooood

did hills murder quinn

is your family the jasper cult

TOXXIICCCCCC get that lady out of your life quinn that is so toxic

“ ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree! ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S THE END NO WHAT WHY NO

The Adventures of Benjamin and Oliver

he is Not Good

ope-

wait so ben is equal parts an adult AND a child?? okay that clears a lot up

I MEAN HE WAS RIGHT THO BEN U CAN’T REALLY ARGUE ON THAT-

ew get off the floor

butterfly effect, multiverse theory, memory decay, and your imagination ALL exist yall gonna ignore that cause you wanna be famous?

“We already know what the future looks like!”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

to add to the list of bad things: Cats (2019)

YA BOI THINKS IT’S NOT ALREADY FIFTY YEARS TOO LATE TO START FIGHTING CLIMATE CHANGE FFFFF

BINGO BABYYYY

get what what

what mapped-

awwwww he thinks THEY’RE creating the multiverse

you gonna dismiss the multiverse theory bc of something you created in your current reality? loooserrrrrr

ABUSE YOUR GODLIKE POWERS

she draggin that seven year old

a lot makes sense now why didnt i do this first-

Jasper

the food shortages-

bro that calculators like 90 bucks at walmart

imagine meeting a stranger and they know Everything about your life like that’s gotta be so weird

what’s even weirder is them telling you you’re the deity of a cult that sacrifices animals

THAT FOURTH WALL BREAK WAS-

KARL JACOBS IS DEAD NOOOOOO

ooohhh there’s context for that

OOOOHHHH THERE’S CONTEXT FOR THIS TOOOO

w h a t -

W H A T -

Conclusion:

it’s 2 in the morning and i need sleep but hOOOOO MY GODS THAT WAS GOOD IS IT OVER OR NOT IDK ANYMORE IM TIRED THAT WAS CRAZY I HOPE QUINN AND JASPER GO ON TO BE VERY GOOD FRIENDS, AND I HOPE BENJAMIN AND OLIVER STAY VERY GOOD FRIENDS AND I HOPE HILLS FINDS A THERAPIST WAS A LITTLE CONFUSING BUT I ENJOYED IT

if i dream about apples im suing /j /lh

#lucids #nicholas podany #there's a metaphor in there somewhere #but im not gonna be the one to find it #i dont think i dreamed about apples #youre safe for now podany #for now #EDIT #I PUT 'something their not'#WRONG THERE #I HAVE NO EXCUSE #IM SORRY

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toothpastecanyon · 4 years ago

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Dreams That Walk, Nightmares That Talk, Chapter 7

Ben's been visiting the Mindscape every day since he was born. Once he brought something back, and twenty years later, Marie García is still picking out the pieces.

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Another time. Marie would admit she’s never been able to choose a good moment; she’s not really sure what that even means. She’s gonna have to say it at some point, so

“Hi Marie!”

why not

“Sorry I’m late, had a… rough summons. Ready for chess?”

right now?

“I need you to go into my mind and fix whatever’s wrong with it.” Marie gets out the chessboard, hesitates, and looks up at him. “What?”

“Wh-what?” He’s staring at her like she’s grown a second head. “What do you mean?”

“Like you offered before. You can still do that, right?”

“Go into your head?” Alcor rubs his eye. “I mean, yeah, but… sorry, this is just kind of sudden. I thought you didn’t want me to-”

“I didn’t forget, I know what I said.” She snaps, and then makes a face at his flinch. “Sorry. That came out harsh, sorry.”

Quietly, Alcor takes a seat next to her. She can feel him watching her set up the pieces, can sense him waiting for her to go on. It takes a second, and then:

“Look, I… I don’t like… I don’t like admitting when I need help.” She lines up the castles. “But I think I do, and I think you’re the only one who can. Help me, that is. God knows I’ve tried getting it from anywhere else, but half the time it doesn’t work and half the time I can’t be honest without getting Ben hauled off by demonologists.”

“Sorry,” Alcor says, and she gives him a strange look.

“What do you mean-? Oh. Oh, I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about…” Marie stops herself. She sighs. “Well… that’s why I didn’t want anyone rooting around in my head. Obviously I didn’t want you at first because I didn’t trust you, but... I don’t want anyone in my mind. I don’t want anyone rooting around in my secrets. I still don’t.”

“That’s understandable.”

“But this isn’t sustainable. Not for Ben.” She picks up the king, runs her thumb down the grain. “I’ve been going in circles my whole life, I’m used to it, but after… after Ben ended up in the hospital, I promised him I’d get help, I’d get better, I’d stop pinning everything on him, or…” She hesitates, grips him tight. “He’s the only thing that matters to me. I can’t lose him. So I have to do this.”

“Are you sure?” Alcor leans forward. “It, uh, really doesn’t sound like you want to do this. You don’t have to do this for Ben.”

“Well, if Ben ends up cutting me off, there’s not much point carrying on. So I guess that means I’m doing it for me too, right?”

Marie chuckles at that, but the look on his face tells her that didn’t come off as a joke. She clears her throat.

“No, that’s not - I was just exaggerating. Don’t worry about it.”

“Marie-”

“Look, I’m not saying I don’t want to do this. Believe you me, I’d love to fix whatever��s wrong with me too. It’s just that, well, I have a lot of things I’d rather keep to myself. I mean, I like you, but there’s things I’ve never told Ben.” She places the king, then the queen. “Or Santino.”

“Santino?”

Marie looks up sharply at that, and then lets out a dark chuckle. “Yeah,” she says, and shakes her head. “You don’t know anything about me. Maybe that’s why you seem to like hanging out with me, right?” She keeps chuckling. “And then I let you in, and you’ll know better, right.”

She trails off, and for a moment it’s all too quiet. Then there’s a sound: Alcor places a pawn. Nothing’s changed, but Marie feels something shift, like the air got a few degrees colder, the silence got a little bit more unsettling. Alcor places a pawn, and the sound is jarring.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me either.” He looks up at her with the same eyes she’s gotten used to, speaks in the same, casual tone she’s heard before, but underneath that is something… else. Something that sends a shiver down her spine. Alcor places a pawn, and she notices there’s dried blood under his claws. “Whatever you’ve done, Dr García, trust me when I say that I can’t judge.”

Marie can only nod to that. It seemed when she first met Alcor, it’d be impossible to forget what he is, but the more she gets to know him, the more… unsettling it is, to be reminded.

“Right,” She says, and clears her throat. “Well. It’s good to know that. So… will you do it?”

“Of course I will.”

“What would you like in return?”

“What I’d like?” He looks at her… and then cracks a smile. “Do you want to play this game first?”

“That’s it?”

“I mean, I just came from some demonic weirdness; I’d rather take a second before diving into the next one. If you really want to do it right now, though-”

“No, no, that’s okay. We can take a break.” She rose to her feet. “Do you want some tea? I was going to put the kettle on.”

“Oh, yeah, thank you! And-”

“Extra sugar?” She snorts as he nods. “Yeah, figured. I’ll get that going.”

“Thanks!”

“Thank you, Alcor.” Marie gives him a smile. “Thank you.

They didn’t play one game; they played several, and then ended up on the couch together watching one of Alcor’s strange pre-transcendence movies. Marie isn’t really a TV person, but she did notice how he hadn’t been joking around so much today. It seemed like he really did need the break.

(And of course she asked him on a bad day. She really couldn’t pick a moment, see?)

Even though she isn’t focused too much on the movie, she does feel pleasantly warm and sleepy; her eyes are drooping, and she sinks into the couch and lets them. The dialogue dissolves into a distant murmur, the action into a gentle glow against her eyelids. She might even have started leaning against Alcor because she feels something like fabric against her cheek, but she can’t bring herself to mind. She drifts off, drifts away…

“Do you want to do this now?”

It’s a gentle voice, almost like it’s afraid to wake her. She opens her eyes, and suddenly she’s a little surprised about how awake she feels. She sees Alcor standing in front of her, blocking the television.

“Oh, I’m ready if you are.” She frowns. “Don’t you want to finish your movie, though?”

“Eh, you already fell asleep.”

Marie blinks at that, and then looks around. Suddenly it strikes her how grey everything is, and when she looks down she feels a jolt at the sight of herself still resting on the couch.

“Wha-”

“Don’t panic!” Alcor holds his hands out. “You’ll wake yourself up. Everything’s okay.”

“Is this my mind?”

“No, no, I wouldn’t do that without your permission. This is just the Mindscape.” He gave an awkward smile. “I promise there’s a difference.”

“I… see.” Marie looked down, and saw herself floating a little ways off the ground. Her leg was clipping through the couch. “Interesting.”

“Yeah, it takes some getting used to.” He reaches out a hand. “Are you ready?”

Marie nods. “I am,” she says, and takes it. “Let’s go.”

She watches him close his eyes, and put a hand on her head. Nothing happens for a moment, then there’s the distinct, unsettling feeling of his hand sinking into her forehead-

But only for a heartbeat. Marie blinks, and now Alcor’s standing beside her, and she’s somewhere else.

Somewhere… dead.

Ash rain is all Marie can make out at first. A thick cloud of grey surrounds her, settles on her, kills any sound but for the beating of her heart. It’s hard to move through, like the air is made of syrup, and Marie imagines that staying still for too long would bury her under this, that she’d reach a point where she couldn’t move at all, couldn’t see, couldn’t scream-

“Let’s get moving.” Marie says. She looks for Alcor, and finds him waist-deep in the grey. “Alcor? Do you need help?”

He says something, but she can’t make it out. She grabs his arm and starts pulling him up.

“Come on, Alcor. We need to get to my mind.”

“This is wrong.”

“What?”

Alcor looks dazed, scared. The ash is up to his neck.

“What is it, Alcor?”

Slowly, he turns that expression on her, and she feels a shiver go up her spine.

“This… is your mind.”

“Okay. Is this not normal?”

“Not normal? There’s nothing here!” He gestures, and shreddings of her mind follow the wake. “I don’t - I don’t even know how you’re alive right now! I feel nothing here, no thoughts, no memories… n-no soul!”

That strikes a chord in Marie, but she tries to keep it contained for now. “Huh,” she strokes her chin. “But you felt souls within me. They have to be somewhere.”

She looks down at Alcor, sinking into the ash, and then at her own feet. They’re a little buried, and she can feel a… warmth, the further down she lets them go.

“Hmm.” She glances over at him again. “I think you have the right idea.”

Alcor doesn’t reply; she can only see the top of his head now, and as she watches it’s swallowed up into the sea of ash. That left her standing there, trying not to extract herself as she sinks down to her shins.

“Just do nothing. Let it happen.”

Marie stands there for a moment, staring out into the grey. With nothing to do, she can pick out vague, dark shapes; a little unsettling, and the ash feels slightly… sharper, than she first thought.

She wonders if this is a good idea, and that’s when a hand grabs her ankle. Marie jumps and kicks herself free… and finds herself right back on top of the ash. She pauses, then frowns.

“Huh. This is literally my own mind playing tricks on me.” She kicks at the ash. “Fuck you, let me through already.”

The ash is barely falling now, and she rolls her eyes.

“Great. Maybe there’s another way through.” Marie starts pacing. “Or I could ask Alcor for help… would summoning work here? I wonder where he even went.”

There was a mumbling from the ash. She looks down, and sees Alcor surface.

“Marie!” He looks relieved. “There you are! I thought I’d lost you!”

“Yeah, some mind guide you’ve been so far.”

Alcor makes a face. “Sorry. I was just… shocked.” He reaches out a hand. “Come on. You’ll want to see this.”

“Something tells me I won’t, but sure.” She takes it. “Lead o-”

He dives beneath the ash, and she manages only a gasp before- darkness. Worse than darkness: stillness. She breathes the weeks she spent wasting away in her bedroom, feels the stale air and stale thoughts scratching across her whole being. And it’s getting worse, getting hotter, getting to those nights when the air conditioner wasn’t enough and the sun was glaring down at her through the blinds and still she couldn’t even summon the energy to kick the fucking covers off of her-

Light. Blinding light. Marie stumbles forward, eyes squeezed shut, and it’s all she can do to hold onto Alcor. She can feel his arm raise up to point.

“Look.”

“A little, little warning next time, thanks…” She blinks open her eyes, and then frowns. “Okay, I’m looking. What is it?”

It is coming out of the centre of this narrow chamber. It is thin and narrow, pitted with holes like a termite mound. It has a dark, rocky hide to it, but small fissures reveal something underneath, something pink, something pulsating, something alive. She looks to Alcor, and sees he’s gone sheet white.

“What is it?”

“It’s…” He takes a step closer. “You. Your mind. Your soul. Everything that you are.”

“Okay. How do we fix it?”

“Wh- Marie, I-” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ve been asked to heal souls before, but this is…” Another step closer, and he’s eye to eye with its peak. “I’ve never had so little to work with.”

“Well, you’ve still got something to work with. What’s the first step?” She rolls her eyes at his bewildered expression. “Come on, Alcor. Walk me through how you’d usually treat something like this.” A pause. “Well?”

“I’m sorry, I just…” His voice is faint. “No wonder I can barely feel your aura. I don’t know how you’re talking to me right now, I- Ow, you pinched me!”

Marie draws her hand back. “Okay, the first step is to stop panicking. Now that you’ve done that, can you tell me what you do next?”

“I, uh…” He tries to gesture to the mound. “Well, usually I’d step inside their mind to figure out what’s wrong, but-”

“Okay. Is that possible?”

Alcor pauses. “I guess… size is a lot less defined in the mind.”

“It’s worth a shot, then.”

“Yeah. Yeah!” He moves towards the mound, and shoots her a grin. “You’re good at this!”

“At not panicking? It’s half my job.” She nudges him forwards. “Let’s go.”

Alcor nods, and then lifts up his foot. He’s taller than the mound, but he steps his leg into it and seems to fit into one of the tiny holes. He offers his hand to Marie, and she takes it.

“Ready?” He says, and she nods. “Alright. This is it.”

He leans down, and Marie feels the world shrink around her as she’s led into the hole. She looks behind her, and there’s no opening where they came through. Before them, though…

“Huh.” She raises her eyebrow. “It’s the old hospital I used to work at.”

And it is… mostly. It’s the same mint green hallways she’d worked in for years, but there’s definitely something off about it. There’s no sound. The lights are dimmer. When she tries to read the room numbers, the words shift and twist and refuse to make sense. Stranger still, there’s something long and thin and red nestled against the baseboard, trailing into the darkness.

“Doesn’t look so bad.” Marie turns to Alcor. “What do we do from here?”

He looks uncomfortable. “Marie…”

“What?”

“It’s… I just…” He hesitates, and then shakes his head. “I’ll ask you later. What did you say?”

“Where do we go from here?”

“We, uh… well, we find where the extra souls are.”

“I see.” She eyes the blood vessel as it gently pulsates. Cracks have formed around where it’s dug itself in. “Anything we should be cautious of?”

“Doors are common mental representations of memories.” He makes a face. “Probably shouldn’t go around opening them, if we can help it. Or anything else that looks... significant.”

“No, we shouldn’t.” She takes a step forward, and then motions for him. “Come on.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

They walk forwards, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. There’s far more crossroads here than there are in the real hospital, Marie notices; it feels like every five steps they come across another path, and, for lack of a good reason to turn, they go straight every time. As they continue, she can pick up a faint hum… or a beep.

Beep, beep, beep.

beep, beep, beep.

one two three.

The blood vessel in the corner branches off at the next intersection; they look like they’re going in all directions at first, but she blinks and-

right right right

The right path. The only path. It’s covered from floor to ceiling in hot wet viscera, and she feels her heart skip a beat.

right right right rightleftright RIGHTRIGHTRIGHT

“I guess we know where we’re going, huh?” She can distantly hear Alcor’s nervous chuckle. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Marie takes a step forward with her right foot. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

Make it right. Now that she hears the beeping it’s deafening; now that she notices the right path, it compels her to go that way every time. They take three more rights, and she can start to feel Alcor’s worried eyes on the back of her head like she doesn’t know that she’s just leading them in circles now. She’s not an idiot.

Another intersection comes up, and she eyes the path straight ahead. She’s not an idiot.

(shes-(shes-

She steps forward, and suddenly the beeping is screaming, the ground is shaking, the walls are pressing in around them. She can hear Alcor shout something as her feet give way beneath her and she’s falling, falling, falling…

“Hey.”

Marie feels a hand on her arm. She recoils.

“Are you okay, mi cielito?”

“I…” She stares at the kettle she’s reboiled five times now. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“Okay.”

“I look like an idiot, don’t I.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. Of course I do, I-”

“I’ve never thought that once.” She can feel him standing next to him, thinking. “Is there anything I can help with, today?”

“I… I don’t know.” A chuckle. “You could boil this for me over and over again, heh… no.”

“I can’t help you do that to yourself.”

“I know.”

A pause. Marie blinks, and looks at her hand. It’s smooth, devoid of wrinkles.

“How about if you go to the living room, and I make you some tea?”

“Santino?” She watches his eyes disconnect from her, wave at where she once shuffled around the corner. She backs away. “This isn’t real, this is - memory. I need to get out of here.”

“Is there anything I can help with, today?”

That came from Santino. Her head whips up, and he’s picking out a mug. No one else is in the room.

“What?” She steps closer. “Santino?”

A heartbeat later, she feels something grab the back of her scrubs and pull. She stumbles back into the hospital, and Alcor breathes a sigh of relief.

“I found you!” He laughs nervously. “Again. Are you okay? Everything kind of broke apart for a second there.”

Marie nods. “I’m… okay. I-“

“Oh, whoa.”

She watches his eyes go wide. “What?” She asks, and follows his gaze to…

The doorway. Or doorways - it looks like it’s duplicated inside of itself, and the frame’s taken on a W-shape. Right in the centre, fitted like a keystone, is something small, something glowing, something that makes her heart skip a beat.

“A soul,” she breathes. Through the doorway, she can see Santino taking a mug of tea into the living room. “What happens now? Alcor?”

Alcor steps forward, and with one hand he reaches up to the soul. She can see him frown, and then before she can speak again he steps back and tries to yank it out; a pain shoots through her temple at that, and her blood runs cold.

“St- stop! Stop!” She pushes his arm. “You’re gonna break me, stop!”

“Marie!” There’s hands on her shoulders. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“I’ll be… fine.” She rubs her head. “As long as you don’t start yanking parts of me out again. What was that for?”

Alcor makes a face. “I’m sorry. I thought it’d work - souls don’t exactly like being in close proximity to each other.” He sighed. “I’ve never… I’ve never seen this. I don’t know how it got integrated into your mind, but you’re right. It’s not going to come out easy.”

Marie stares at the soul. She reaches up, touches it, feels along the edges. There’s a definite seam there, but it’s thin.

“Huh. I wonder…” She looks over at him. “Scalpel.”

“What?”

“Hand me a scalpel.”

He raises an eyebrow, but he digs in his pocket and draws one out. Marie positions herself over the soul, and gently traces the blade along the edge. When nothing breaks, she slides it in a little deeper, and feels the soul loosen.

“Forceps.”

“Huh?”

“Forceps?” Marie looks down at him. “Oh, just hand me some tweezers or something, I don’t want to drop this.”

She feels him slip a pair into her hand, and she gently holds the soul in place while she runs the scalpel down the other edges. It’s very, very loose when she’s done - just the slightest tug, and it comes away.

The soul is gently glowing between her forceps. The door before her shifts in her absence, straightens into a regular doorway. She looks at the memory, and it’s from her point of view, in the living room. She looks up at a gentle knock, smiles as Santino comes through with a cup of tea.

She looks down at the soul cupped in her hands. It’s warm, and she feels a tap on her shoulder.

“You did it.” Alcor smiles. “Give it to me.”

“What are you going to do with him?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt it. I just want to release it back into the cycle.” His smile shrinks a little. “It’s where it wants to go.”

Marie hesitates, but she can feel a sort of restlessness to the soul; little arms of light are trying to worm their way through her fingers. She holds him out, gently places him into Alcor’s hands, and watches him blow on the soul. He fades away, leaving nothing behind.

“There.” Alcor dusts off his hands. “It’s at peace now. When there’s enough of it back in the cycle, it can reincarnate into someone new.”

“I see,” she says, quietly. She stares at his hands a moment longer… and then tears her eyes away.

Turns to look at the hallway of embedded souls stretched out endlessly before them, glittering like the night sky.

“I see.” She says. “I have a lot of work to do.”

“Marie-” There’s something in Alcor’s tone that makes her glance at him. He won’t look her in the eyes. “I… uh… listen, I don’t want to pry, but…”

“You want to know how this happened, don’t you.”

“I just - I’m sorry I was… less prepared for this, than I made myself out to be.” He stared at the hallway of souls. “Truthfully, I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t want to make you feel weird, like saying you should be dead or something, but- you should be dead. I’ve only seen damage like this in ancient ghosts and - I don’t know, souls I’m halfway through eating.”

He barks a laugh. It isn’t a funny sound.

“So I guess I can’t lie, I wanna know what happened. If you want to tell me.” He blinked. “And I mean, if you even know. Do you?”

Marie pauses, and gives a grim smile. “Oh, of course I know what happened.” Her eyes trail back to the door, to Santino sitting with her on the couch. Her expression darkens.

“The time I killed my husband. I could never forget.”

#transcendence au #Ben Can't Sleep #Ben #marie #toothwrites

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b3k1720 · 4 years ago

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Kidnapped

Massive trigger warning! : swearing, kidnapping, violence, corporal punishment, abuse and child labour. Not going far in to detail but I don’t know what’s triggering for some and not for others.

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Ever Since Jacob had arrived in London and met Clara he has always been trying to eradicate child labour.

But no matter his efforts children always seem to wind back up in the factories....

Whether by choice, desperation of need or by force...

It was a seemingly normal day for the Frye family, Wednesday morning Rebekah sent Amelia and Emmette off to school with a hug and a kiss.

“When you get home for lunch there will be chocolate cake waiting so don’t take long, it goes cold quick” she announced.

“Okay mum!” Emmette answered with a large smile, extremely excited at the thought of gorging on cake then going back to school to brag about it to his friends.

“Come on we gotta go or we’ll be late Emmy” Amelia urged as she grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.

The siblings walked down the Main Street of the strand, or more in their case jogged.

DING DING!, sounded the bell of Big Ben.

“Oh no we’re going to be late!”

“Don’t worry I know a short cut” Emmette offered as he pointed to the alley near them,

“That’ll take us to class in less than five minutes my friend Danny told me about it!”

Amelia looked to the alley...she didn’t know if it was a good idea...

“But mum and dad said not to go through alleys..” she answered in a worried tone.

“Hey do you want to get the cane because I don’t” Emmette huffed.

“No...ok but we gotta be quick!” Amelia quickly yelled to her brother before she started to run in to the alleyway.

Emmette followed close behind, not stopping at all!

Halfway though their path was blocked...by men in red.

“Hello kiddies...where are you both off to?” on of them called out with a grin.

Both the children took a step back, their father warned them about the blighters....although years ago he took control of London from them there was always those who stayed loyal...

“We are going to school...please we are already late” Amelia tried to beg, she didn’t want any trouble to start...they had some defence training but it would be useless against five large men with weapons.

“Oh I don’t think you lot need school, it’s pretty useless when you think about it” another man commented with a chuckle.

“Besides I think you’d both do well at the brick making plant...don’t you think boys?” Another added which caused the others to agree.

By this point even Emmette was getting scared,

“W-We don’t want to work in the factory...o-our mother wouldn’t like it” the poor boy stammered.

“We weren’t asking brat!” The man who spoke before growled as he grabbed Amelia and another grabbed Emmette.

Both the children let out screams,

“Let us go, please, please!” Emmette cried as the men got out some rope and tied them up.

“When our daddy finds out he’ll make you pay!” Amelia screamed, trying to put on a brave face for her little brother, which in the end was useless as she began to cry as well.

The Blighters laughed and shoved rags in their mouths to shut them up, they couldn’t have attention drawn to them of course.

Soon the children were thrown in to a carriage and taken across the city...

A few hours later Rebekah patiently waiting for her children to arrive home for lunch,

But as the hour passed she began to worry...

“What’s taking them so long..” she muttered to herself as the heat dissipated from the cake.

Soon it was one’ o’clock, lunchtime passed...the children had never missed lunch before.

Rebekah had a sick feeling fall on her...she had to be sure nothing had happened...

So quickly she threw on her coat, locked up the house and made her way down to the school.

‘Maybe they didn’t finish there work and had to stay in’ she thought in hope.

‘Maybe they met Jacob and he took them to get lunch instead’ Rebekah hoped and prayed she was right, before heading up the steps to the school house.

Carefully she knocked on the door and all noise inside ceased before it was opened by a tall man wearing a black suit and small glasses.

“Mrs Frye I wasn’t expecting you...why the visit?” Mr baileys asked.

“I’ve just come to see Amelia and Emmette, just for a moment and I will be on my way” Rebekah answered with a nervous smile.

“I’m sorry Mrs Frye...I was under the impression the children were sick...they didn’t arrive for morning classes” he answered with some confusion in his tone.

“W-What?”

Rebekah felt weak, she felt absolutely sick and a rush of pure terror filled her.

Where were her babies!?

“Oh god” she cried before quickly dismissing herself and running back home, tears in her eyes and her throat almost closing up.

“Mrs Frye you alright?” A rook asked as they happened to be close by, seeing her upset and stopping her.

“N-No no I’m n-not p-please please y-you have to find j-Jacob!” Rebekah cried as they sat her down on some steps.

“Y-you have to find my h-husband Amelia a-and Emmette a-are missing!” She sobbed as it felt harder to breathe.

Oh where were they!

“It’s ok mrs we’ll find him!” The rook announced before whistling to attract the attention of his comrades.

“Go find the boss, it’s urgent!”

They nodded and quickly sped away!

It wasn’t long till they found him near the Thames beating up a man who had been intentionally selling tainted food.

“Boss you gotta come quick, it’s your Mrs!” One of the rooks yelled to their leader.

“What!?” Jacob answered before dropping the man and sprinting over to the carriage,

“Take me to her quick” he ordered.

Again it wasn’t long until they made their way back to where Rebekah was sitting, sobbing and trying to calm herself.

Seeing his wife utterly distraught Jacob launched himself from the carriage and pulled her in to his arms.

“What happened, are you alright what’s wrong?!” He asked in a urgent and rushed manner.

Jacob made Rebekah look at him, he was worried sick he’d never seen her this distraught.

“A-Amelia and E-Emmette didn’t come h-home for l-lunch!” She cried.

“I-I went to the s-school to s-see if t-they were ok b-but their t-teacher said t-they didn’t c-come to cl-class this morning!”

Jacob felt himself now go pale.... this wasn’t good.

Blighters were still around, but there was a large number of people in London who would hurt children as well.

“It’s going to be ok d-darling w-we’ll find them” he answered shakily as he tried to console her.

“Let’s get you home...I’ll go find them” Jacob added as he helped her up and began to walk her home.

He to was scared for his children, he didn’t have any clues yet but he hid his worry.

Once home he sat her in the lounge room to relax the best she could before hurrying off to find them.

Meanwhile in Whitechapel Amelia and Emmette weren’t fairing well, once they were taken from the alley they were put straight to work.

The air in the factory was hot from the kilns, the dust hurt their eyes and got in their lungs causing them to feel sick and cough.

They were both given shovels and made to scoop coal in to the roaring fire.

“Hurry up or there won’t be any dinner for any of you brats!” The foremen yelled before heading back in to his office.

“I’m scared Meli” Emmette whimpered as he started to cry again,

The other children kept busy at their work, telling him to be quiet would only get them in trouble.

“I-I know Emmy b-but we gotta be brave” Amelia answered quickly before a blighter came up to the boy and smacked him upside the head.

“Shut up and work or I’ll have you both drowned in the cistern!” they threatened, pointing to a large metal barrel filled with water before hitting Amelia to and walking off.

Considering the era...this punishment was light.

Amelia rubbed her head, let out a sob as did Emmette and kept working the best they could.

It took Jacob well in to the night to find any clues of his children’s where-bouts, he searched all of London with his rooks offering a cash reward for anyone who could find them and report to him!

Around five in the morning it came as he was searching by a pub in Southwark, he heard a man drunkenly talking to another.

“I got five bob each for two kids I snatched yesterday at the strand” he laughed before taking a swig of his pint.

Jacob stood around the corner close by to listen.

“I sold ‘em to a buddy of mine in Whitechapel, chained them to a furnace he has” the man laughed as did the other.

“Cried like whimps begging for their mummy, the girl threatened to have her father on to me!” He bellowed.

‘You bloody bastard..’ Jacob growled to himself, not being able to stand it anymore!

Quick as a flash he had the man out of his chair pinned to the floor with a gun to his head.

“Where is the factory!” He roared.

“Who the fuck are you!?”

“I’m that girls father, you better tell me where my children are or that poor barkeep will be scrubbing your brains from the wood!” Jacob yelled as he jammed the gun in to the perpetrator.

The man started to splutter and whimper, the assassin almost swore he smelt urine!

“T-The brick factory I-in Whitechapel, p-please please let me go!”

The master assassin nodded and let him go but not before shooting him in the hand,

“Snatch anymore children again and I’ll fucking take your hands” he growled before running off, the mans screams behind him.

Jacob took a carriage and sped to Whitechapel...hoping they’d both be ok...

Later that morning Amelia and Emmette were woken to the machines roaring to life, they had been chained to the kilns all night by their waists and ankles.

Both children were exhausted!

“Get up you lazy good for nothing’s before you get a beating!” The foreman shouted pulling both of them up and shoving their tools in their hands.

And they tried to work they really did but poor Emmette was falling behind, stopping to rub his eyes and cough.

In the time they had been there their clothes and bodies were covered in soot and grime, turning their freckled skin black from the layers of coal dust.

Noticing this a large blighter picked him up and unchained him roughly,

“Tired eh? Well a dip should wake you!” He laughed before dragging Emmette away.

“Stop! Please don’t hurt him!” Amelia cried trying to hit the man with the heavy shovel, failing and being swatted away with a large slap.

The blighter took him over and held him head first over the cistern before dunking him under the water.

Left him there for longer than needed then let him up, laughing at the child’s spluttering and gasping before putting him back in.

‘THWAK!’ The blighter gasped before slumping to the floor and letting Emmette fall to the ground.

The children in the factory screamed out of fright as a large swarm of rooks ran in and started to kill the overseers.

“Daddy!” Amelia cried as Jacob jumped down from the beam above them and ran to them, there fire in his eyes and a terrible rage in his heart that only went away when he saw his children...

“Amelia sweetheart” he gasped, she was sooty and barely recognisable!

Quickly the assassin hugged her and smashed the chains off her body.

Then he went to his son, his precious boy and helped him up.

Emmette’s face wasn’t as dirty anymore from the dunking but the poor kid was trembling from the experience.

“D-Daddy..”

“Shh Shh it’s alright, let’s go home it’ll be ok” Jacob tried to comfort him as he held him in his arms before heading out to the carriage with his children.

A rook was kind enough to drive as Jacob sat in the back with them, cleaning off their faces and comforting them.

Rebekah hadn’t slept the whole night, crying and trying not to be sick with worry.

She waiting in the living room, pacing and waiting for Jacob to come home. Thinking of every horrible possibility to arise.

She prayed and hoped they would be ok!

The door suddenly opened and in ran Amelia!

“Mummy!” She cried and hugged her, Jacob came in holding Emmette who was still trembling.

Rebekah couldn’t do anything but cry and hold her daughter tight before getting her son off Jacob and holding him to.

It was a beautiful but traumatic reunion for the whole family....

For a while Emmette refused to bathe or swim as the water scared him to much.

Amelia didn’t ever walk alone, she only felt safe when her father or mother was with her, walking her to school and picking her up for lunch and after school as well.

And unfortunately both children would have night terrors for a very long time....

#jacob frye #assassinscreedsyndicate #jacobsfamily #angst #Victorian England #child oc #jacobfrye #assassins creed #trigger warning ⚠️

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hit-me-with-a-ladle · 4 years ago

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This is Ch.2 for my creepypasta story.

Now this is the second chapter to my story and its description can be found in my blog, i manly update on wattpad does i still will be putting these chapters on tumblr (not as frequently doe :/). so yeah have fun and hope u like it.

A sharp pain was the first thing felt by the girl the moment she woke up from her coma. Laying on a dirty, ruined couch, she put a hand on her head and softly groaned. At that moment she heard the light murmur of male-sounding voices near her and tensed up. She was confused and dazed. She didn't know where she was or why she was there. Not knowing what to say or do she just overheard their conversation, hoping they wouldn't notice she was awake.

" I-I don't know what the-they were thin-king, bringing a young h-human girl to be the next middle-m-man. A-a-are the elite becoming that desper-des-desperate?" One of the men said. He sounded considerably young, around eighteen years old. The boy appeared to have a stutter. His voice was also soft, almost sounding more like a whisper than anything else though still audible. ' What is he talking about?' The girl thought to herself, her train of thought was abruptly stopped by another voice speaking up.

"I don't think it's smart to doubt the elite's decision Toby, even so, she seems to hold some attributes required in a middleman." A monotone voice spoke. A soft "yeah" was soon hear from one of the men and it sounded forced. Then a bone-chilling chuckle came from the same monotone man. "What's so funny?" One of the men spat, their voice was deep and husky. "Well if you must know," The other man said sounding amused "It's kind of funny that out of all of us you should know just how capable she is." He rudely remarked snickering. The other man seemed to growl under his breath "Wasn't she the one that knocked you down and stabbed you in the leg?" The monotone man finally said in a provocative tone.

"Well, now you're just begging me to kick your ass." The irritated man spoke in anger and stood up but promptly cringed from the shooting pain from the injury to his leg and sat down. "I'd like to see you try," The monotone man replayed amused by his comrade's actions. The irritated man was about to say something when another voice spoke up, "Can you guys stop fighting already, I mean there's an unconscious girl in the living room that we have to prepare for her inevitable death." A boy said, he also sounded young similar to the first man, but this time his voice was much louder and sounded naval.

When overhearing what the boy said, she loudly gasped in shock without thinking, that seemed to catch the men's attention and they quickly went quiet. The atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. An awkward and unbearable silence fell upon everyone. But soon it was ended by the rattling of chairs getting put aside and the pattering of loud footsteps approaching the room she was in. Not knowing what to do, panic was the only thing she could feel at that moment. As she laid there, not moving a muscle the first that spoke was the man in a white mask.

"So now you choose to wake up? Took you long enough." He said to her annoyed, she looked at his masked face and then looked around the room. It seemed to be a log cabin by the walls being constructed from wood, and by the general look of it, it was pretty big. The couch she was on was in a rather rough shape, and right across from it was a scratched up wooden coffee table. Then she noticed one of the men resting on an armchair in a similar state as the couch she was on. He seemed to be looking right at her, though it was hard to tell from the blue mask that covered his face.

"Where am I? And who are you, people?" The girl spoke in a harsh tone trying to seem strong, though, in reality, she was terrified, and the men appeared to notice. "Aren't you a snarky one? But don't try to act tough or else." The man in the feminine mask said boredly. "Now, as for who we are, my name is Timothy Wright, but you will call me Masky." He hardly spoke while pointing to himself. The girl scanned him from head to toe and noticed that one of his legs was wrapped in a now blood-stained bandage. 'Did I hurt him that badly? Well serves him right.' She thought while glaring at him. "That guy over there," He continued and pointing to the tall man sitting on the armchair with his legs crossed, "Is Jack or as he's better known, Eyeless Jack." The man, named Jack nodded his head in her direction. "That shorty over there." This time he pointed to a short boy whit blond hear leaning on the door frame to the room, "Is Benjamin Lawman or Ben Drowned." Ben waved at her and smiled, but the smile was more creepy than anything else. "And lastly," Masky said while pointing to a boy with orange-tinted goggles " That's Tobias Erin Rogers or Ticci Toby." The boy then spoke up, "Ju-just call me T-toby."

"You're in your new home." He emphasised. "Here you will live till the day you die. Now, as for your purpose, you have been assigned the role of a middleman from now on." He said while looking at her dead in the eyes. "You're kidding, right? Is this some sick joke? A middleman? What even is that? You must be insane if you think I'll believe you." She responded hysterically while frowned and glaring at the man even harder than before and crossed her arms. "Oh, but you will, you don't have a chose in the matter." The masked man responded, looking at the girl sternly, he then sighed "I guess I should explain your new job shouldn't I." What he said sounded more like a statement than a question, and he carried on explaining.

"You will be the middleman of this forest," He said while pointing to the windows and sure enough, on the outside, there was a forest ' How didn't I notice that before?' The girl asked herself. "You have the job as negotiator, judge, executioner, errand boy and among some other things. But that won't be as easy as it sounds, because in this forest reside evil monster, creatures, demons, killers and different mythical being. Things that you humans thought were only in legends and tales." He said that as if he'd said it a million time before and continued "Now, we four were ordered," He moved to point around the room, gesturing to the men. "To get you and bring you here. So in the range of the next six months, we can teach you everything you need to know about being a middleman and how to do it right. At the end of those six months, you will go thru a four-stage test that will prove just how much you have learned, but if you were to fail, you will get executed. Do you understand?" He finally finished while looking at her and tilted his head. The girl was baffled and couldn't believe what she heard, better said she didn't want to believe it.

"You can't be serious right? I mean do you expect me to accept everything you just said as fact" The girl protested while immediately standing, "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm certainly not staying here any longer." And as she was about to head for the door, Jack suddenly spoke up. "And where will you go? You don't have any clue where you even are. Do you think you can just go out of this forest like that? Well, I'm sorry for ruining your parade, but that's not going to happen." He responded to her in his usual bored voice that seemed to be laced in a thin veil of sarcasm. 'He has a point,' She thought while looking at him. 'But it can't be that hard to leave a forest, right?' She reassured herself. "Oh, and another thing, this isn't a normal forest. No, it's a portal between the human world and underworld." He smirked through his mask when he noticed the girls face turn pale, "Though it doesn't look like it, you are in a branch of hell, and the only way to get to the human world is by knowing where the portal is, and we certainly won't be telling you of its location anytime soon." He remarked this time in a way that was much more malicious, almost seeming like he wanted to make her mad or provoke her.

But the girl didn't budge 'Is what he's saying true? I hope it's not, but I can't afford not believing him.' Still not moving from the place she was standing, she glanced down, "Why me?" She said, defeated. Those two words seemed to catch the men off gourd. " W-well," The boy named Toby spoke up. "You we-were chosen b-b-by the Elite." He said softly. "Who are the elite? And what do you mean by they "chose me"." The girl was quick to ask. "The El-elite are four o-o-of the strongest creatures in the underworld, they are the on-ones that choose the midd-middlemen for every branch and reg-ion of hell." Toby said, "We were als-also told m-m-many thi-things about you, your n-n-ame, hobbies, what you aspired to b-be, your dark-est secret, and mu-much more." He finished. "Better said we know everything bout you, Y/N." The boy named Ben stated calmly while smiling. Hearing her name come out o his mouth sent shivers down her spine.

The girl collapsed on the couch in defeat and put her arms to her head, 'Is everything that they're saying genuine? It can't be, can it?' She was in a state of dread and didn't want to belive what they were saying. 'I need to calm down, there has to be a way out of here somehow, and I'll find it.' She kept reassuring herself." Now, as I was saying, we four will be teaching you everything you need to know," Masky spoke up again with his hands behind his back." Your room is upstairs to the left. You should get as much sleep as possible we will start training tomorrow at nine-thirty am," He said while looking into the girl's eyes, "Do NOT be late, or else." He finished while going near the front door of the cabin, "Oh, and don't even try to escape, someone will be standing guard to make sure you don't." And with that, he and everyone else left. She was left alone whit her thoughts in the empty cabin,

'I should go and check out my room shouldn't I, maybe I'll find a way out.' and with that, she went upstairs.

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hitchell-mope · 3 years ago

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ABC headcanons. Ben LeRoi. Volume 2

WARNING!!!! THIS POST CONTAINS NSFT MATERIAL

His relationship with Mal will be included with this seeing as it makes no sense to me to not include it if you know what I mean

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?). Yes. Yes. Yes. And yes.

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?). Since Ben’s the one in control. Mal’s the one who gets restrained a lot.

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?). Turn off. Slightest sign of crying from either of them that they know isn’t from happiness is the cue for them to stop. And only once. From laughing. It was their first time. It was weird. But enjoyable.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?). Ben’s in charge and in control each and every time they do it. He likes taking care of Mal and she likes being taken cared of.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?). Mal’s a furry. Ben’s got a massive dragon obsession. So it all works out for them

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?). They haven’t really thought about it but they’d be open to discussing it.

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?). They’re currently discussing asking Jane and/or Tyrone of Maldonia into their bed for a night.

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?). No. They prefer to treat each other with respect

I - Impact play (here we’re talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.). No. Ben doesn’t want to hurt her even though they both know she can handle it.

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?). They use magic to get themselves ready

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?). Ben leaves kisses everywhere. And Mal’s skin is too tough for marks.

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?). Lights are always on. Mal hates the dark

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?). Ben would never hurt Mal. Not even during the act. But she loves it when Ben takes charge.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?). Ben can’t deny Mal anything. So he never denies her a release. He holds off on his own one until he’s absolutely sure she’s finished. And they do not like having to wait. Like that time they rushed through a gala greeting because they ran out of time in the limo on they way there so they had to nip into the bathrooms to finish each other off.

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?). Yes. They’ve done it at the enchanted lake on their first anniversary. And in an abandoned dragon cave on spring break. And several times in the bathrooms at galas.

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?). Yes. Mostly Mal. Mals asked Ben a couple of times and he acquiesces. And yes. It’s part of the enjoyment.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?). Loud. Neither are quiet. Both scream. They each love that the other is loud. And no. Mal loves it when Ben tells her what to do

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?). There’s not really a schedule. If they’re together and feel like doing it then they do it. Simple as.

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?). They each have at least once. And it’s very well received. No and no. It feels like they’re crossing unspoken boundaries. They always end up going to sleep when they’re done. And yes.

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…). Ben’s always on top. Mal’s always on the bottom. But they’re considering switching it up for a change

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?). Ben wears boxers. So does Mal. Ben’s boxers specifically. She doesn’t like girls underwear. It itches. And no. Mal wearing his (clean) boxers are always enough to get him interested

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?). They’re very handsy with each other. And they’re very intrigued by the idea of getting caught

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?). Big Yes. Yes and yes. And it’s not on their radar at the moment

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?). No. As mentioned in item 21, Ben gets going when he sees Mal in his underwear. Ben can turn into a beast and Mal can turn into a dragon. So there’s not really a need for costumes.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?). Ben sweet talks her. Mal calls him the paternal honorific. Ben’s taken to calling her “your highness”. Mal thinks it’s both corny and hot at the same time

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?). They share a zone. On the middle of their upper backs. Right where their wings sprout out from. And again. Their backs are where the magic happens so to speak. Either of them touches the others back. It’s guaranteed to get things started.

#disney descendants #mal bertha #ben florian #bal #ben x mal #mal x ben #benmal #malben #dragon king #zendaya!mal #abc smut #alphabet smut #nsft

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plaidbooks · 4 years ago

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SFW Alphabet - Nick Amaro

Requested by no one, but whenever I’m stuck on a fic, I seem to turn to headcanons, so here we are. I hope y’all enjoy some Nick headcanons!

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @barbasimp

(gif by @dwaynepride)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Nick’s pretty affectionate—he likes to sit with you on the couch after a long day, arm wrapped around your shoulders. His love language is words of affirmation, so he’s constantly giving you compliments and telling you how much you mean to him. He also loves massaging you, whether your neck, shoulders, back, or simply your calves.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Nick’s always there for you if you need him. He’s mastered the art of listening to you vent and rage, or just sitting with you in silent comfort, whichever you need. You met Nick while at the park—he was with one (or both) of his kids, just a bonding day, playing. You were walking your neighbor’s dog at the time, and the kid(s) became enamored with it, asking to pet and play with it. The dog needed a good run, and what better way than with a child? So, you let it off the leash, and you and Nick idly chatted while watching them play. You quickly exchanged numbers, so that the kid(s) and dog could play again some time (and so Nick could have an excuse to talk to you)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Nick likes to cuddle on the couch, but more so in bed. The only problem with cuddling on the couch is that one or both of you have to get up too often. In bed, however, he can hold you close to him for hours, his nose nuzzled against your neck.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Nick’s always been in a relationship—he doesn’t know how to not be. That being said, he hates cooking. He does it (and does it well), but it’s his least favorite thing to do. As for cleaning, he’s a bit of a neat-freak. He’s gotten Zara good at cleaning up her own mess (though her room is a different story), and he’s on top of messes in the house. He’s quick to clean anything that happens, and knows how to mix chemicals safely and effectively to clean any stain.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Nick would keep his cool, collected façade the whole time—in person, of course. But, as soon as he’s alone, he breaks down crying. He’d be civil about it, making sure to get your things back to you quickly and efficiently so that you don’t have to go to his place.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

After Maria, he’s a little wary about marriage. He doesn’t want to make any mistakes again, so he’ll take it slow. He’d make sure you were really the one before proposing, and even then, he’d wait to marry you. And unless you were really into a big wedding, he’d probably just take you to a small chapel, with his mom, Zara and Gil, and your family as witnesses. But he doesn’t necessarily believe you have to be married to be in love.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

For the most part, Nick is gentle as can be. Because of his upbringing, he knows what it’s not to not have that. Though, sometimes work can get to be too much, and he’ll come home pissed, yelling and screaming. Once his anger passes, however, he’s apologizing profusely, holding you and caressing you gentler than ever. Even so, no matter how mad he gets, he’d never think to raise a hand to you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Nick loves hugs, even if he won’t admit it. He’ll hug you on days you need it, rubbing your back and resting his head on yours. And on days he needs it? He won’t ask for a hug, but if you do hug him on rough days, he fucking melts against you. Sometimes, he forgets how much love and affection can be in such a soft touch, especially if he’s expecting something rougher, more violent.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a little bit to say it, but he shows it quickly. It’s evident in everything he does. And after he finally mutters it to you, it’s as if he’s seeing a door that was painted the same color as the walls. Of course, he loves you! Why didn’t he say it earlier? No matter, now he has all the time in the world to make it up to you, saying it constantly.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Nick is the epitome of jealous. He trusts you, sure, but he doesn’t trust anyone else. If a man so much as looks at you for too long, Nick will wrap himself around you, pulling you in for a dominating kiss. And if it’s a friend/coworker looking at you? Well, then that just means Nick has to take you home and mark you as his, so that those prying eyes will see his mark on your neck.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Nick’s kisses as rough and dominating, yet somehow tender and full of passion. His lips are soft against yours, his hands cupping your face, neck, hips, ass, pulling you closer to him. But his tongue is in your mouth, massaging yours, leaving you completely breathless by the time he releases you. Besides on the lips, Nick loves kissing your hands/knuckles/arms. He watched Tom ‘n’ Jerry as a kid, and saw that one episode(s) where Tom kisses the girl cat from hand up her arm to her face, and he loves doing that to you, especially because it makes you giggle.

Nick has a ticklish neck and loves when you kiss/nibble his neck/throat. It makes him laugh and he feels so warm and loved. And if you mark him? He plays it off as if he’s embarrassed, but he secretly loves it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Nick’s the best dad! He has infinite patience with both his kids, never getting mad with them. Yes, he can be strict with them, but that’s only to make sure they’re taught right. He’s also never too tired after work or on days off to play with them, or read a bedtime story (for Zara). His only downfall is that he can’t be around them more. Nick also embarrasses them both with the worst dad jokes.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

On days that he works, Nick Is up early, making sure Zara is ready for school (if he has her). Then he’s shaved, dressed, and ready for work. He makes breakfast for both of you (and Zara, if she’s there), and then is on his way.

On his days off, and without Zara, Nick will stay in bed with you, waking you up with sleepy morning sex. If he can get away with staying in bed until noon, he will. Otherwise, he’ll get up and ready for whatever he needs to get done that day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sometimes, Nick needs to be held. When the cases are bad, or when he wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares of his childhood, he’ll sob softly against you while you cuddle with him, telling him how much you love him.

Other nights, Nick will take you to bed and spend half the night rememorizing your body, the noises you make. He’s gentle, tender, whether you have sex or not. If not, he’ll just caress your skin with his big, warm hands, massaging you muscles slowly. And if you do have sex, then he’s slow, loving, his touch tender against you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Nick’s pretty guarded—he’s been hurt before and is afraid to be hurt again. He’ll tell you important things first, like that he has two kids, and that’s divorced, but you won’t learn about either mom for months. He’ll also tell you he’s a detective, but he won’t tell you what department, nor what kinds of cases he gets. He compartmentalizes his work life and his home life. It’s not until he gets super defensive around his kids that you can put two and two together.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Surprisingly, Nick’s not easily angered…at least in his home life. He’s quick to anger if his children or family are threatened, but otherwise, he’s pretty chill. That being said, things at work, and his conversations with Maria, can get under his skin easier than anything else. But once he blows off some steam, he’s pretty quick to apologize, making it up to you or anyone else that was a recipient of his verbal lashings.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Nick’s brain is a steel trap. He remembers most things, even little details you didn’t think were important. Sometimes, though, he gets his facts a little mixed up (“I thought you said you loved ranch?” “Yeah, only as a dipping sauce, not as a salad dressing”). But he obviously tries, and you’re shocked that his years as a father didn’t completely destroy his brain.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Nick got called in on his day off, and his mother was busy. In desperation, he called you to watch Zara, which you happily accepted. You had a great day with her, and she loved hanging out with you. When Nick finally came to pick her up, she didn’t really want to leave. “Can I come stay with Auntie [y/n] again? I love her!” Zara said. Nick picked her up, holding her against his side, heart swelling. “Uh, I don’t know. Would you like—” “I’d love to watch Zara again. Anytime,” you replied, and Nick fell completely in love with you at that moment.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Nick tries to make every date special, he really does. But if he had a dollar for every time he got called away halfway through a date, then Zara would be able to afford college no problem. If you’ve been dating for a long time, then he’ll slowly start giving up—though, he’d be sure to do at least something special that night. Gifts are always special with Nick—he puts extra thought into every single one, and they’re all incredibly touching.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Nick relies on takeout too much. Man hates cooking, and since he doesn’t have Zara 24/7 anymore, he doesn’t eat super healthy anymore. Which isn’t a problem for him—he goes to the gym and works out. It’s becoming a problem for you though. He also tends to turn to alcohol if he’s had a bad day.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Nick is well shaven and keeps good hygiene. It’s not that he’s concerned with his looks, it’s just simply taking care of himself. Sometimes, he’ll let the scruff grow out into a neatly trimmed beard, mostly because he knows you love it. But this man was slumming in Narcotics for a bit—he doesn’t care what he looks like, as long as he’s dressed for the correct occasion.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Once you’ve joined his family, you’re a part of the Amaro clan. It’s not so much that he would feel incomplete (though he would), but he wouldn’t know how to tell Zara. Poor girl has already had so much heart break in her short life; she doesn’t need to deal with that again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Nick loves watching cartoons with Zara. He’ll sigh and roll his eyes when she picks out a movie or show to watch, but he sings along with the opening credits, and has matching shirts with the characters on them with Zara (you are to never tell anyone that). You once came home while Nick was off and Zara with her mom, and he scrambled to change the channel from Spongebob to sports, but you had already caught him red-handed.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Nick will never be with someone who’s abusive, whether verbally, emotionally, or physically. While he understands venting and releasing pent up anger, he’s dealt with that for too many years of his life to deal with it from a partner. And if you so much as looked at Zara or Gil wrong, you��re done.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Whether it’s paternal instincts or because he’s been in a relationship so long, you don’t know, but if you and Nick are in bed together, he’s touching you. More often than not, he’s wrapping his limbs around you, holding you close. It’s only rarely that his back will be pushed against you. No matter how hot it is in the room, Nick is on you.

#nick amaro x reader #sfw alphabet #law and order svu #my writing #have you ever come up with a random af headcanon?#then just fucking doubled down?

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damn-stark · 4 years ago

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All That’s Left ch.5

Stars Wars Au

A/N- ;) share your thoughts lovelies! And i may not have uploaded the Finn request but I bust my ass to finish this chapter ;)

Warning- ANGST, swearing, violence, slow burn, long chapter

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“The Knights of Ren.”

At the knowledge of the group that was now most likely chasing you, the air suddenly felt thick, it began to feel as if your lungs weren’t breathing in enough oxygen. Like at any moment you were going to pass out or maybe just die here in this damn forsaken dry planet. At least then the pressure of being everyone’s saving grace was going to be off your shoulders.

Regardless, fear, anxiety often did that to you, it messed with your head and caused panic attacks in the worst moments. And knowing who they were wasn't a help. They were ruthless, Snokes band of misfits that did his dirty work, gifted with abilities like Ben’s and Rey’s. But unlike them the Knights of Ren used them for evil. Perhaps that’s why the fear you felt before was now heightened to the highest level.

They were here for you. Why else would they be where you were? They were here for you.

Now you weren’t one to curse. But this felt like the opportune moment to start. FUCK.

Poe’s gasp pulled you away from your running thoughts, while your eyes followed his walking figure until he stood beside you, seeing his eyes narrowed on the retreating ship. “What? But why—” his eyes shifted to you as realization hit on the only reason why.

“I have to go.” You burst as you began to walk away with some sort of determination. Some.

“You’re right, we have to warn the others.” Poe said as he was hot on your trial, clueless as to what you actually referred to.

“No, Poe. I have to go.” You explained, hearing said man come to a stop behind you. “Alone.”

“What do you mean?” He probed.

You sighed and turned to face him. “They’re here for me. I’m putting everyone in danger. I have to travel alone from now on.”

Poe’s dark eyebrows furrowed as he tried to comprehend the dumb idea you had, “why do you think we’re here in the first place?” He argued as he slowly began to walk towards you, “we weren’t forced to. We knew the risks, and we all chose to help you regardless. So don’t come at me with that savior crap.”

You swallow thickly and watch as he now stood a couple inches before you, his eyes softening at the sight of your disbelief at his words. You knew what he was saying was somewhat true, but that didn’t mean how he said it didn’t leave you speechless.

“I know you’re trying to look out for the crew. I appreciate that you are, but,” Poe paused and swallowed thickly, his hand reaching to grab yours, but stopping just inches before he could fully grab it. Just letting the heat of his hand ghost over your hand, and making the memory of what he was going to do moments ago resurface, making this moment much more tense than it should have felt. “We’re risking our lives for the resistance, for the galaxy, and you. For the hope your…immunity brings. I let you go and that hope is lost.”

I? I let you go?

No you’re reading too much into it. He didn’t mean it like that...but if he did?

No.

Your lips are left partially open at his words, your ability to speak is apparently non-existent. Again, fuck. Why did this man have this affect on you?

“We’re a team.” He continued in a softer tone, “We’re doing this together. You’re not leaving this crew and I’m not leaving you.”

Fuck. Because your anxiety wasn’t already over this planet's atmosphere.

Somehow a gentle smile is able to pull at the corner of your lips through your confusion and anxiety. When your eyes wander his perfectly tan face, you see he has the same smile on his lips, one that is almost hidden by his thick beard. You wanted to add something on what he mentioned a little bit ago, but it was impossible to say anything when all your brain seemed to focus on was how close he was standing in front of you, how loud it had gotten—and not loud like there was a lot going on around you, no. Loud in the aspect that all you could hear was your beating heart through your ears, you could practically hear the tension surrounding Poe and you. And the way he looked at you like if there wasn’t anything else in this world didn’t help your situation.

Stars, his eyes were so warmly brown.

Of course you had found him attractive after that...at odds first meeting. Who wouldn’t? but he had a girlfriend before and you respected that. But now...well now he didn’t, but there was another problem—Beside every inch of his soft pink lips being beyond tempting and inviting. The problem was that what you were feeling for Poe, couldn’t happen. You had a—

Every thought in your brain was suddenly thrown out the window at the feeling of Poe’s lips crashing with yours. It was so sudden that it took you a moment to react—given your reaction was to kiss him back.

How could you not, though? His lips were soft and his touch was comforting. The kiss felt sweet and electric, like you could hear fireworks popping off just by the feeling of this kiss. It was also so addicting that you never wanted it to stop. And you weren’t the only one who felt that way. Poe seemed to enjoy it, or as much you could tell. He gently placed his hand at the side of your head and pulled you closer to deepen the kiss, while his other hand traveled to your waist to pull you closer to him.

And he didn’t stop there, he began to guide you back so your back could hit the car as he was beginning to get more into the kiss, to really show you what he could do. But it was also at that feeling when you tried to pull away, placing your hands on his shoulders to push him back. He didn’t grasp the idea of what you were trying to do, not until you managed to break away. Even then he had a smile playing on the corner of his now swollen lips, something that made you hate yourself for what you were going to do.

“Please don’t do that again.” You mutter through heavy breaths, “I-I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Poe blinked repeatedly in disbelief at your words, his Adam’s apple rising and slowly sliding back down in his throat as he swallowed thickly. His eyebrows now deeply knotted and his eyes trying to read your face in case you were just somehow playing a cruel joke.

It wasn’t, but that’s what confused him, your words contradicted your actions.

“But—”

“Just don’t.” You tear your eyes away from him and add something else in a low whisper before heading towards the car, “let’s go get the others.”

——

“Ben! Where’s Ben?!” The moment those words left your mouth, said tall man walked out of the Falcon, his eyes solely focused on you and searching every inch of your body in case you had somehow gotten injured in your short leave. “It’s the knights of Ren they’re after us.”

“What?” Rey cut in, her eyes bouncing from a very upset Poe and you. “How did they track us all the way here?”

“They were in Ajan Kloss too. I saw their ship—”

“You saw that they were following us?” Rey interjected sharply.

“Yeah—I mean no. I saw their ship but I didn’t know they were there for us or that they were going to follow us?” You explained in a less urgent voice, feeling now more discouraged knowing that she wasn’t going to go easy on you.

“You saw them and didn’t tell anyone?” She snapped.

What was her problem with you? Did you do something to her for her to act so snippy with you?

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t think they were after us. I thought they were with Armitage. I didn’t think they were going to follow us through hyperspace!”

Rey scoffed and shot you a glare, her lips parting to throw you a remark. “Didn’t think—”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ben cut her off, “they’re following the Falcon, not the car. We have to leave before they catch up.”

“Too late.” A strange voice smugly interrupts, “we’ve caught up.” The voice appears from behind the Falcon, a mask with a single red marking on it hiding the features. It’s head turned from Ben and then to the rest of the crew, before lowering it’s head and reaching the sides of its helmet to pull it off its head and reveal a man. A strangely attractive man.

Was it weird to think of him that way when you knew he was out to get you?

A little.

Regardless he was, no denying it.

“Nice to see you again kid.” The man directed to Ben, “even if you never did accept my offer, it’s good to see you’re doing okay.” It was hard to tell if he was being sincere. The way he expressed it. In such a cool and husky voice made it seem that he truly meant every word.

“We have nothing you want or we may want from you. You and your merry band of assassins can leave.” Ben spoke bluntly, making the man scoff and for his deeply blue eyes to search the crowd until they found you, a smug smile soon thereafter appearing on his lips.

“Is that any way to treat an old friend?” He voiced smugly as he slightly threw his arms out as if almost offended. “No manners.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue before continuing. “But where are mine, am I right? I am called Ren. And I’m here to respectfully take…” His finger waved around the crew until it was pointed at you. “You.”

At the gesture, Poe took out his blaster and inched towards you to keep you behind him.

“I said respectfully.” Ren continued while he slowly walked towards you, “come with me right now and I won’t make my knights forcefully take you out of the grasp of your brave boy here.”

You gulped and stayed quiet, unable to keep your eyes from examining Ren’s heavily scarred and strangely exposed upper body.

“She’s not who you want.” Ben added, “leave her alone.”

Ren kept walking towards you, the smugness never wiping away from his features and instead seeming to become even more smug. “The girl I’m looking for is a cute thing. She’s about...yay high.” Ren lowered and lifted his hand until it matched your height before continuing, “she has very pretty e/c eyes and h/c hair, she also has a very important bite mark.”

At his words you instinctively pulled your jacket sleeve over your hand to cover what he mentioned, while with your hand you grabbed onto Poe’s as he remained by you with his head held up high. His body blocked you from moving towards Ren, or from him being able to reach you—like if that bothered the man as he kept moving towards you.

“Oh wow.” He grinned, “Look. We have ourselves a lucky winner. I found her.” He cocked his head to the side and now offered you a crooked smile. “Don’t be shy girl, it’s okay I don’t bite.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” You retorted.

“Leave her alone, Ren!” Ben bellowed from behind him while he had his lightsaber on the ready. “Or you’re not going to like the way this is going to end.”

Ren swiftly turned away from you to face Ben, his own hand now on his own lightsaber hilt while the other was out by his side. “Hell, kid! Look at the balls on you! You’re definitely not that scrawny little boy no more!”

Poe slid his hand away from yours and used the fact that Ren was distracted to turn to face you and instruct, or more command you, “Get in the car.”

“But—”

“I wasn’t asking. Go.”

He didn’t even make direct eye contact with you, he just said what he said and turned away to quietly motion the others to do the same. Something they all managed to do without alerting Ren, who was still arguing with Ben and getting dangerously close.

“We have to leave now that he’s distracted, we won’t make it out with him trying to get us.” Poe explained as he got in the driver's seat.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes went from him and Ben.

“No,” you began.

“What about Ben?” Rey and you said unison.

The brunette and you made quick and awkward eye contact at your shared interaction, neither of you saying anything else in that regard. It would be too weird if you did anyway. It’s still too weird.

“Yeah, about that.” Poe mused.

“Do we have to get him?” Zorii questioned.

He might be rude, but yes, yes you did. He was as much part of the crew as anyone else. And he wouldn’t leave any of them….well he would but that was beside the point. You couldn’t leave him.

Chewbacca expressed a low growl, and Rey nodded her head to agree. “Chewie’s right. We can’t leave him.”

Poe’s eye roll was seen through his rear view mirror before his groan expressed what he felt. “Fine. Hold on.” Without another warning, Poe stepped on the gas and drove directly towards Ren. Said man turned at the sound of the car rapidly driving towards him, his actions to stop the car too late as Poe slammed into him and the man went flying back.

“What the hell?!” Finn bellowed, expressing what everyone else felt at the action. Well mostly everyone.

Even if you didn’t say it, and even if you weren’t the one driving, that felt like a rush of excitement. It was exhilarating.

“Hurry, Ben get in!”

Without needing it to get repeated, Ben rushed to hop onto the car. Not taking Poe long to drive out of the place and making the tires skid on the ground, pulling dirt and making a dust cloud as he floored it. Leaving the Falcon behind.

“Ben, are you okay?” You asked in a worried tone.

Ben looked over his shoulder to you, his lips parted and sharing a blink, looking almost surprised you would ask him something like that. “Yeah. I’m fine.” He blinked to look at Poe “I’ll be better if Dameron stepped on it.”

Poe scoffed, “they’re not behind us, we’re on the—” he spoke too early as several blasts hit the back of the car, and shattered the rear windshield. Completely making the fear from before return tenfold.

“Shit! Shit!” Poe rambled as he slammed on the gas pedal. “Chewie, get your crossbow and start shooting them out of the sky!”

The Wookiee nodded in agreement and stuck the top half of his body out the back of the open car window, repeatedly shooting the looming threat on your tail, while Ben, Rey and Zorii helped by shooting from the windows they were seated by. All while Finn and you had to duck down as more blasts hit the back of the car.

You hated being useless in times like these. It sucked.

“How are you doing?” Finn asked to pass the time.

Your eyes shifted to meet his, a scoff escaping your lips, “wonderful. You?”

“Oh well I could be better. How did the mission go?”

You gripped onto the bottom of the seat as Poe did a sharp turn into a corn field in hopes to lose them their, but they were in the sky and you were on the ground.

It didn’t work.

“It...it. Well it was totally something.” You continued.

“Care to elaborate?”

You briefly glanced at Poe and then turned back to Finn, shaking your head and simply answering with a brief answer that definitely didn’t have more to it. “Well you know the norm, infected and well. That’s it.” BB8 chirped to add more and reveal your complete truth, but you kicked him gently and showed him a forced smile and spoke through gritted teeth, “shut it, ball.”

Finn was going to ask about what he just heard, but the sound of something exploding from the sky made you both look up to see one of the ship's wings on fire.

“One more shot!” Rey exclaimed as she aligned her blaster. Right when she was going to hit it, the object was shot out of her hand. “Hell!”

Without hesitation you handed her your blaster, something she seemed surprised to see and take. Just because she was snippy and weird with you didn’t mean you were going to be like that with her. She didn’t do anything to make you mad, and you didn’t do anything to her.

She was just weird. For some reason.

Regardless one more blast to the burning wing sent the ship burning down. Making everyone in the car celebrate on the little win.

“Thank you.” Rey whispered with a faint smile.

You offered her a short nod before taking back your blaster and awkwardly looking away.

“Well that was something.” You added as you sunk into your seat. “It was exciting though.”

“I’ll say.” Poe agreed, his eyes meeting yours through the rear view mirror, and letting his gaze linger for a moment longer until after you looked away. “We’ll be okay for a while. They’re still alive, but they won’t catch up anytime soon.”

Ben scoffed, “we hope.”

——

It was too cramped.

Usually confined spaces weren't a problem. Especially when you were in the safety of a group of people. The more people the better, y’know.

But as if right now, all you wanted to do was jump out of the car or just shoot everyone. Either one would work. Something just to end all this annoying and awkward atmosphere. Especially around Poe.

Importantly around him, who by the way has chosen to live in ignorance of your existence.

Which is stupid since he alone was the instigator! He kissed you first. And even then he alone was choosing to act as if you didn’t exist, he would only talk to you to share a couple words, but beside that he would avoid you. And you for one were okay with being his friend and acting like the kiss never happened, but he just didn’t bother to try.

But that wasn’t all, oftentimes you would catch him staring. He thought he was being discreet, but he wasn’t….were you though? Perhaps not. Regardless he could at least try to be a friend….but maybe you could try harder too. Even if everything about him made you want to kiss him again. Just to relive that moment over and over again. To be more than just friends. But that was also a stretch.

Damned bite.

“Are you even listening?” Ben asked, breaking you from your stupor….

You blinked, “what?”

Ben quirked an eyebrow and shared a look with his Wookiee friend. “What Chewie said.”

You blink again.

“Sorry I didn’t listen. What was it?”

“Of course you didn’t.” Ben grumbled under his breath.

Chewbacca repeated what he had said in the moments you were gazing? Admiring? Ogling? Watching? No, that one sounds weird. Gazing. That’s it. The moment you were gazing at Poe.

“He said that he’s tired of being cramped in this car for multiple hours with no breaks.”

Ben rolled his eyes and offered you a narrowed look. “I give up with you.”

You nudge his shoulder with your own and offer him a smile, “I was joking.” Ben watches you from the corner of his eyes with a straight unamused face. “You’re a great teacher. Now I won’t be lost when Chewie is talking to me.” As soon as you look away, Ben can’t help the smile that grows on his face at your compliment.

“We can stop and camp for the night.” Ben added.

“We’re almost there.” Poe argued. “I can drive for the rest of the night.”

Ben glared at him through the rear view mirror. “What’s the point? The headlights are busted, if you crash into something then it won’t do any good.”

“The knights of Ren are still after us. We take a break now, they’ll catch up. What would be the point then, Ben?”

Here they go. Right on schedule.

Zorii groans loudly next to you and hands you a couple of credits.

“Told you.” You quip in a low whisper so neither arguing man heard you.

Zorii shakes her head and shrugs, “bet you ten that Poe gives in and says a stupid remark.”

You smirk and nod, both of you looking back to the scene you both were now used to.

“Fine! But if they catch up and kill us then don’t complain to me!” Poe remarks.

“Ben won’t complain to you because we’ll be dead If they shoot us.” Zorii teased, just irritating Poe even more, “Obviously.”

You hold back a laugh and hand Zorii her credits without having to say anything, but share a smile.

——

It was about damn time! Anymore time spent in that damned box of a car and your ability to walk would be only but a dream since they would have stopped working on how cramped they were. To the point where several hours passed and it seemed that you couldn’t even feel them. Unmoving for hours is a pain. Add two men that are constantly at each other’s throat and well that’s just icing on the cake.

At least being stuck and thinking you’re going to die in the void of cold space is more bearable than hearing Ben and Poe argue.

“I’ll go search for something to burn while you all get started.” Poe comments, shoving his hands in his pockets and lifting his shoulders to keep somewhat warm.

And you didn’t know what it was, the icy breeze that hit you, or the fact that sitting and waiting in one spot for him to return was almost the equivalent pain to sitting in a car, but you confidently spoke up.

“I’ll go with.” All eyes fell on you, causing your face to heat up and causing you to slightly regret announcing it in such a dramatic way. “He-he needs someone to watch his back.”

“Y/N.”

“Ben.” You shoot back while you begin walking after Poe, “I’ll be fine. We both will.” Without waiting for his response you turn away and rush to catch up to Poe. Said man just remaining quiet as you walked by him on the dry terrain.

Probably just ignoring your presence altogether.

You glance at him a couple times, waiting for him to say anything, but all he does is let the tension build up around you

“So…” You roll out slowly, “are we going to talk about the gundark in the room?”

Poe scratches the side of his beard and lowers his head. “What are you talking about?”

You groan, “you not talking to me.”

Poe looks up again and swallows thickly, his hesitation lingering for a couple minutes. “I talk to you. I talked to you this morning.”

You scoff and pull your jacket closer to your body, “you literally just said “can you hand me that?”

Poe finally looks at you after you mocked his voice. Hiding an amused smile that threatened to show. “Cute.”

“Five words. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know.” You interrupt, “just talk to me like you did before.”

“What do you want me to talk to you about?”

Stars he’s being difficult.

“I don’t know! Anything! Just don’t pretend I don’t exist!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice. That was just sudden.

But also something that caught his full attention.

Poe licked his lips and sighed deeply, his hand going to scratch his beard again and returning to his pocket. His eyes nervously shifting from you to the path ahead, before he finally shared what he’s been keeping in.

“Okay…..then I can say how it just feels weird that I kissed you and you seemed to like it but you just coldly rejected me.”

“Oh, maker, Poe!” You groan.

Poe stops walking and pulls your arm to make you stop in front of him, his eyes narrowing on you and his face turning serious. Over all just making your heart rapidly beat…..

At the way his look slightly...scared you. Yeah, that’s it. Nothing more to it….ha.

“See exactly why I didn’t say anything!”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you scoff, “you ignored me because you thought I was going to overreact? Poe, it was just a kiss!”

Poe let your arm go and blinked a couple times, his eyes frantically studying your face for a further explanation or a trace of this being some sick joke.

“Just a kiss, huh?” He nodded, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before he huffed and began to walk off.

You called out behind him. “It can’t mean anything more!”

Even if you wanted it to mean much more.

He stopped, but kept his back to you. “Why not?”

“Because.” You mumbled.

Because my life is sealed. Because my life has an expiration date—is what you wanted to say.

“Why not?” He repeated whilst he turned to face you.

You swallowed thickly and shrugged. Suddenly feeling unable to say anything anymore after the surprising confident outburst.

“Why—”

“Because, Poe my death is fated. Once I reach your base it’s over for me. All you’re going to get from me is heartbreak. And trust me you don’t want that.”

Poe’s shoulders dropped, his face softening and partially basked by the soft colors of the night sky as it came near and pushed the sun away.

“I’m sorry.” You finished before wiping the tears off your cheeks and spinning on your heels to rejoin the group.

“I’ve told you already,” he spoke up making you stop in your tracks. “No one is guaranteed tomorrow. Not even me.”

Through the loud thoughts running in your head, you didn’t realize he was walking up to you until he turned you around to face him.

“But you don’t want this,” you whisper, “you don’t want me. Why would you? I’m basically dead.”

“I do.” He moves his knuckle to the bottom of your chin to lift your head so you could see him instead of the ground, his hands then moving to cup your cheeks. “I do want you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I do want to risk everything.”

“Why?” You sniffled as you shifted your eyes to the ground. “I have nothing to offer you.”

“Look at me. Y/N look at me.” Slowly doing as he said you blinked to look at him, “all I want is you. Nothing more.” He leans in closer and presses a kiss on your lips. An action you stopped even if your heart told you otherwise.

“Even if I did decide to do this….there's still Ben.” Poe’s face dropped at the sound of his name, his mind running with different outcomes and how you were going to finish your sentence. A slight bit of hidden jealousy sparking within him. “Ben wouldn’t like that we’re together. At all.”

“I don’t care about him.” Poe responded bitterly. “Why does he matter?”

You pulled away and wiped your tears again. “Because he told me not to get attached. If I do this it’s what I’m doing.” Even if you were beginning to get attached already.

What the hell are you even thinking?

“I don’t care what he has to say. Why should you? He’s not anybody to tell you anything.” He argued, his scowl returning.

“He saved my life.” You snapped, “without him and his dad I’d be dead. I may not see him as anything more than a friend, but I respect him….and if he finds out that I’m doing what he told me against, then he would hurt you and I don’t want that.”

Poe stood quiet for a moment, his eyes drifting to the ground and his hands going into his jacket pocket, a perplexed look replacing his scowl. Letting your eyes wander his face, the heartbeat in your chest picking up again, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the realization of how close he was and at the slightest look of him.

Damn he was a beautiful man. And beautiful is meant wholeheartedly.

The things you would let him do….

“What if…” he spoke up, making your shoulders jump as he broke you from your stupor, “what if we didn’t tell him or anyone. What if we kept our relationship a secret?”

“Poe.”

“I told you, I’m willing to risk it. I know that you may not have long, but I want to risk everything. Please let me.” He cupped your cheeks again and gently began to caress your cheeks with his thumb.

A sigh left your mouth, your hands reached to grab his. An unreadable reaction painted on your face. With a previous thought repeatedly running in your head. What the hell were you thinking?

All you did know at this precise moment was two things, your answer, and the fact that every emotion Poe felt over this situation, over you, clung to his last word.

“Please.”

A/N-Here’s our main boy Ren. The leader of the knights of Ren!! And before you ask. Yes, yes I do find myself intrigued by this fictional character.

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