#zenix x reader

[arienic]

you or the world?

GENE, ZENIX x GN!READER — this is part 1!!! i'll be writing more characters with this prompt

includes: 'sweetheart' as a petname; mentions of death; maybe ooc characters?

☆ GENE: You, obviously.

Gene is a murderer, cold-blooded and heartless, and he's not afraid to admit it.

You? Over the world? Please, sweetheart, that isn't even a question. At least, not to Gene, whose brother despises him, whose very existence is unwelcome in the Overworld. No, you have too much faith in him, he thinks, watching your face shift from sorrow, to desperation, and finally, to resignation. You’ve always seen him as better than he actually is, even after he’s confessed to you a number of sins, each worse than the last. 

Yes, Gene would sooner bring the world to ruin himself than give you up. So when you reach out to him, fingers trembling as they brush along his cheek, and murmur sadly, “It’s alright, I understand — your brother and his family, they come first, my love,” — his hand, gloved and bloody, shoots right up to clasp over your own. 

“No,” Gene says firmly, and reaches for your waist, bringing you into him. “Let them burn,” he tells you. 

Because Gene is a murderer, after all: cold-blooded, heartless.

☆ ZENIX: You. Always, always you.

Zenix hasn’t had anything to lose in quite a while — not after surrendering his life, his mentor, and his station to the spinning wheel of fate. For a while, he’s left to his own whims. He moves. He kills. Over a mountain; another body. Through a forest's thick underbrush; this time, a village.

And then — and then he meets you. Oh. Oh, you. Zenix has never had a lover before, and none of this is familiar to him: the way you take his scalding hands in your own, pressing kisses across his knuckles and his calluses and the scars that stretch across his arms. You bring his head to rest on your chest and brush the hair from his eyes. He hears your heart go thump, thump, thump, and for the first time in a while, he sleeps like a baby. A baby.

You’ve brought to him a kind of tranquility that, truthfully, Zenix has never been able to experience in full. It makes his chest warm and has him stumbling over his words, not unlike how a swordmaster’s newest apprentice might bear a horrible stance and trip over themself. He's never been this clumsy before. And his cheeks have flushed, but only from anger.

So, no, he wouldn't sacrifice you. He'd rather keep you on his arm, keep your lips to his temple and his hand to your back, than give you up so the world might live.

[chackyxyooj]

One Night: Masterlist

Sex with another can tell you a lot about them, but so can the moments right after it. What will you be able to decipher from the Mystreet boys during your one night together?

Various MyStreet Boys X Reader

Sexual Content Ahead: If uncomfortable with this type of content, please DNI! - Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI!

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Vol. 0 - A Prologue

The Introduction

→ Ten Smutty Oneshots, Ten Deco*27 Songs and Ten Minecraft Mystreet Boys.

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Vol. 1 - Love Not Included

Song 1: Rabbit Hole || Dante

→ “If you get lonely, find anybody, just get lucky!”

Song 2: Animal || Blaze

→ “High expectations for love are not allowed!”

Song 3: Salamander || Laurance

→ “Make sure to cool it down so you don’t get burned.”

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Vol. 2 - I ‘Love’ You

Song 4: Otome Dissection || Zenix

→ “It's good as long as it hurts.”

Song 5: Mozaik Role || Gene

→ “What’s wrong with me loving you, bound together, so nobody can touch you?”

Song 6: Psychogramm || Ein

→ “Hey, if not me, who would you choose?”

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Vol. 3 - Craving Your Love

Song 7: Sad Girl Sex

→ “Sleepin’ with somebody makes nothing better, just ignites my loneliness.”

Song 8: Vampire

→ “I might act tough, but I can’t go against my feelings”

Song 9: MKDR (DSCF)

→ “We’re perfectly in sync and yet off the beat.”

Song 10: Parasite

→ “Hey, if you love me, please notice, let me dream.”

[nixpi]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ request rules

what i’ll write

fluff, angst, smut, & hurt/comfort are all acceptable genres to request. as well, both romantic & platonic relationships are allowed. the readers gender can be female, male, or gender neutral. you may also request multiple characters for one scenario.

lgbtq+ and polyamorous relationships are allowed. legal age-gaps are also allowed. talks of mental illness are allowed.

i write for mystreet (and the spinoffs that come with it), and mcd.

who i’ll write

aphmau, aaron, garroth, laurence, dante, travis, zane, vylad, gene, zenix, sasha, katelyn, nana, melissa, lucinda, michi

while i won’t write for the older generation romantically (sorry dilf/milf lovers), i have no issue with making the reader their child.

what i won’t write

when it comes to smut; non-con, incest, pedophilia, zoophilia, scat, piss, etc is unacceptable to request.

when it comes to everything else; abuse within the pairing, cheating, etc are unacceptable to request.

[romeavedefenders]

mystreet boys & nicknames

characters; laurance, gene & zenix x reader

author; kiri

a/n: my first post! it's a bit simple, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. remember, asks are open for feedback and requests <3

c/w: reader is referred to with gendered terms a few times.

Laurance

This man is a big fan of any nickname that gets you flustered, but he has a few particular favourites.

Love and beautiful are nicknames he uses on the regular, so much so that it occasionally makes you wonder if he even remembers your actual name. In fact, Laurance rarely uses your name - why should he, when he has a repertoire of nicknames that fit you perfectly?

Out of all the men mentioned in this post (maybe even out of all the men in MyStreet), Laurance is the frontrunner and reigning champion in making up sickeningly sweet nicknames, such as sugarcakes, buttercup, light of my life, etc.  If stringing together random words into an affectionate term was a crime, he’d be in federal prison at this point. He usually does this to get a rise out of you, especially in front of your mutual friends (who all think its equal parts funny and embarrassing), but he also just enjoys it. He thinks it’s a cute thing to do, and doesn’t really care if others find it odd or embarrassing. Why should he?

He mostly uses your actual name when calling for you or if you’re arguing, mainly to underline that he’s being serious. It’s not really a conscious decision. I like to think that it’s a habit he picked up from Cadenza when they were kids. At some point, this becomes so ingrained in your dynamic that if he, for whatever reason, calls you by your real name, you automatically start wondering if something’s wrong, and if you’re an overthinker…well that can snowball quickly.

Again, that’s not a conscious decision - hence the slip up. Once Laurance becomes aware of this, either by you telling him or him noticing (because if there is one thing this man is, it’s observant), he’ll actually start trying to alternate between using a nickname and your name more often, especially during serious conversations or arguments. Mainly because he is slightly disturbed by the idea that he accidentally had you associating your name with you two arguing.

Another nickname he uses is angel, though it’s reserved for more intimate moments when he gets really sappy. It’s accompanied by whispers of adoration, confessions of love, and reminders of how much you mean to him. He genuinely believes he’s the luckiest man alive to have you, wonderful you, as his partner. You brighten up all of his days, even those you aren’t present for, and bring out the best in him. Sounds a lot like what an angel would do, doesn’t it?

Gene

Another man who loves to make you flustered.

Babe is one he uses often, but for him it’s more a word that's interchangeable with your name, rather than a term of endearment. Still, if someone else called you that - you’d have a really annoyed Gene on your hands. Exceptions are made for people like Lucinda, who will call everyone and their mom every nickname in the book.

A nickname he absolutely loves to use is doll. He thinks it’s really cute (and these days, unique), and it almost never fails to make you blush. Especially when it's accompanied by his signature smirk and husky voice - that usually has a playful lilt to it. When you’re busy doing something, he loves to come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and mumble a small “hey doll” into your ear - and if that’s not distracting you enough, he might press a few kisses to your cheek, slowly trailing them down to your jaw.

Another thing he does is add “my” to almost any nickname he uses - “my doll”, “my darling” or just a plain old “my girl/boy”, depending on what you’re comfortable with.

On that note, he’ll sometimes say “good girl/boy” as a response to you listening to him, mostly to get a reaction out of you. And Gene, being the little prick he can be, will deliberately stop saying it for a while if he even suspects you’re getting used to it. It’s really just an ace up his sleeve that he loves to pull whenever you don’t expect it, and your reactions entertain him endlessly.

He’ll also call you sweetheart, though not nearly as often. It’s mostly used when he’s trying to comfort you, or if he himself is having a really shitty day and just needs you nearby (preferably, in his arms).

I cannot remember if this was confirmed or not, but i HC Gene as being at least partly hispanic, so i think he might occasionally use spanish terms of endearment such as mi amor or mi cielo.

Zenix

Honestly, this guy isn’t really all that big on nicknames (unless dumbass, pain in the ass and idiot count). He has nothing against them, but you already have a name, and he likes it, so why not use it? He’s not great at thinking of good ones either, and he feels like most of them just don’t roll off the tongue that naturally. Nicknames like love, darling and dear feel especially awkward to him, and it’s only slightly because emotional vulnerability and casual proclamations of love scare the shit out of him.

Like Gene, he’ll use babe more than others, though mostly in an obnoxious way. If he wants something, or is just being whiny in general, he’ll call you that until you give him the attention he wants.

If you like nicknames, he honestly tries really hard. Most of them just feel really awkward to him, and he doesn’t really see the point until you start calling him various nicknames, and it kind of clicks in his head why people like it so much.

At some point you stop using them, thinking they make him uncomfortable, and he gets genuinely upset. He stumbles through a flustered explanation, where the bottomline is that withholding affection from him like that should be considered a crime, a description you laugh at, but take to heart. When you tell him that you simply assumed he was uncomfortable because he doesn’t call you anything in return, he grumbles about how assumptions are stupid and you should just ask him instead.

Still, Zenix knows it takes two to tango, and after that, he grows a bit more comfortable with nicknames. He tries out a bunch, but it’s mostly because he gets a kick out of your reactions. 

In private, he likes to call you sexy, mostly as a joke. There is truth to it of course, he thinks you’re extremely attractive, but the word is just really funny to him. Plus, your flushed face is one hell of a bonus. He would never dare call you that in front of others, especially not Gene and Sasha, so that’s a prime opportunity to get revenge for whatever torment he puts you through.

Honorable mention; hot stuff is another one he might use, for the same reason.

Zenix also really likes to just refer to you as “mine”. He’s possessive, moreso out of insecurity than distrust, though he does find it difficult to put his faith in anyone - especially a romantic partner, which he struggles to admit. He needs a lot of reassurance, which sometimes just comes in the form of calling you his, and with you affirming.

Unironically (well, kind of) refers to you as his partner in crime. Both in private and with others; it’s not that sweet, sure, but it’s a nice middle ground for him when calling you more affectionate names seems so daunting, especially when others can hear. It kind of becomes your thing after a while, even if one day he grows comfortable enough to express his love for you differently.

Zane

He probably grew up with his parents calling each other all kinds of classy terms of endearment like honey, darling, love, and beloved, and I feel like that kind of carries over to him. In the beginning of the relationship at least. He has other nicknames he prefers to use later on.

Beloved is the one that always sticks. It’s simple, but carries a lot of meaning - literally referring to someone or something that is “dearly loved”. And that perfectly describes how he feels about you.

Zane is not the type to use many terms of endearment in public, if any at all. Not out of shyness, he’s just a pretty private person, and while he doesn’t mind PDA, he doesn’t see the need to flaunt everything about his relationship out in the open. He views terms of endearment as a pretty intimate thing by default, and while he doesn’t mind you using them in public (it makes him smile, honestly), he prefers to keep it to a minimum.

If this bothers you, he’ll use them in front of your friends a bit more often. He doesn’t want you to think that he doesn’t love you enough to show it in front of others.

In private, on the other hand? He’s a sucker for cute nicknames like muffin or pumpkin, both of which he uses a lot. As soon as the door shuts behind you two, he’s practically forgetting your given name in favor of those two. He prefers pumpkin, not for any particular reason. It’s also the one he defaults to when you’re upset. He’ll notice quite quickly, and move you to a quiet area, offering you a hug and mumbling “what’s wrong, pumpkin?” into your hair.

He’s not rapid-firing nicknames like Laurance is, but he’s quite close in the race. It’s just a simple way for him to remind you that he cares about you, something intimate he saves just for you. His family have heard him call you sweet things before (and they definitely enjoy this softer side of him), but he tries to keep it between the two of you.

Nicknames he uses less often, and definitely in a more teasing manner, are bunny or kitty, sometimes just pet. You would not catch him dead calling you any of these in front of anyone else, not even while completely wasted, but if you’re alone and he feels like teasing you? He’s pulling out all the stops.

Pet is one he especially uses when he’s trying to convince you to do something for him. Most of the time, it’s something mundane, like taking care of yourself properly - or making him a cup of tea because he’s too lazy to get up. He knows you can’t say say no when he uses just the right tone of voice, even if you’re cursing him as you stomp off to do whatever it is he said.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

All my head cannons for aphmau characters.°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Zvahl family. 

Laurence is Italian. 

He’s 5’11

Laurence is a charmer. flowers, dinner dates , stay in dates, anything romantic he gots it. 

He’s very bi and is constantly confused. ( me to laur) 

Laurence was a highlighter kid.

He has really bad Separate anxiety especially from partner. 

He has an iPhone 8 and will keep that thing until he dies or it is dust. I mean like the screen is falling off a little it’s cracked and laggy. 

He can’t do math or tell time on an actual clock. 

He’s dyslexic. ( same same) 

Because he grew up on a farm imma say he’s helped multiple animals give birth. 

Never really had a crush on aphmau he thought he did but he was just jealous that garroth was putting his attention into her and not him. 

Ro’Meave family.

garroth switched rooms with vlyd to have the room the laurances window faces. 

I like to think garrote and Laurence are next door neighbors. 

Non of the ro’Meave children were allowed animals growing up but that didn’t stop Zane from having a pet spider that his parents didn’t find out about until it died but it escaping and garte killing it since he thought a random tarantula just entered there house.( not that he wouldn’t kill it anyways if he knew it was a pet) 

Zenix is one of the ro’mave brothers but he has a different mom and doesn’t live with them. That’s why he hates them sm. ( fuck garte and his cheating ass ) also Zenix looks a lot like garte but he dyes his hair and does makeup to make himself not look it. 

        (That’s also means Zenix is secretly a blonde. ) 

Zianna has forced all the boys to join an activity since they were 3. 

Garroth joined a bunch of different sports but then baseball stuck for him.

Zane joined cooking.

Vylad did cooking, pottery, painting, soccer, ice skating but ultimately he ended up staying in fencing. 

Garroth is the tallest out of everyone and gene is second tallest. 

Garroth 6’2 

Rodriguez family. 

Genes real name is Eugene.

Gene and Dante don’t have the same dad. 

Genes dad was abusive and left when he was 4. 

Dante’s dad died before he was born in the military. 

Gene is super cuddly in his sleep and he often cuddles Zenix in his sleep. 

Sasha has a whole album of them cuddling together. 

Dante and gene have there mothers last name. 

Gene 6’0 

Valkrum family.

Travis is German. ( me to buddy) 

Travis and his dad are best friends and talk about everything together. 

Shalashaska family. 

In Mcd after aphamu I become Irene or got her relic a lot of people were upset with her due to previous prayers unanswered. 

Gelula family. 

Zenix and gene sleep fight due to there childhoods. 

Zenix has a staring problem.

He lives with his mom.

Ashida family. 

So I ignore the nickname Kawaii Chan and just call her nana so that’s how I am referr to her. 

She has 15 siblings. 

10 Boys and 5 girls. 

She's a glass child. 

She a middle child.

So I can't really think of more but maybe ill update if I do but for my last one Imma say Garroth got cadenza a fashion designing job because he’s rich and has friends in high places he just pestered all of them until someone was willing to take a look at her work and actually loved it. 

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[dilly-dahlia]

guys listen LISTEN

Hadestown x Aphmau. Garroth x Reader

Reader is Eurydice, Garroth of Orpheus.

Aphmau is Persephone, Laurance is Hades (can also be changed out for Aaron but I think I like Laurance more for their relationship)

Vylad is Hermes and the story teller

the Fates are Gene, Sasha, and Zenix

what do we think 👀

[fangirl-in-general]

Hello! Before you read this one be sure to check out the prologue! It's not super eventful and takes place a little before the actual series picks up, but there's a little bit of info there that'll be useful for the plot later!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, slow burn, that's about it for this first one. lmk if I missed anything!

Enjoy!!!

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An MCD Garroth x Reader series

"Legendary" pt 1

"Are you up yet!?!?"

You were trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of being in your own room again. Sleep had been a lost cause, as it usually was when you first get home from trips, but resorting to drinking tea with a blanket wrapped around you as the morning sun crept through your window was a decent substitute... That is until Zenix came banging on the door like a madman for no good reason other than wanting to be a nuisance. You jerk the door open at the disruption "Yeeess! I'm up! what do you want?"

The hard glare on your features doesn't detour the boy, instead eliciting a chuckle that makes you close the door in his face. He begins knocking immediately, convinced that you'll give in to your annoyance and open the door once more. You do.

"Oh my Irene what do you want!!" You whine.

"I'm on patrol today and I don't wanna be bored, you're the only other person in town who' doesn't have a stick up their butt."

Your eyebrow quirks up at the statement. Immediately a yawn slips from your mouth as you step away from the door. Before it's shut you hear Zenix call out "Oh come on! Patrol with Garroth is SO boring!" The door stops halfway shut. Zenix was an intelligent young man, enough so that Garroth wanted to train him himself to be a guard, but one thing he was never good at was social ques especially when it came to the lingering crush you'd always had on your dearly beloved friend. But it wasn't his business, it was barely even your business. You never acknowledged it, never told anyone, not even the journal you used to keep had any trace of the feelings that always rose in your chest at the mere mention of the man...a man who's face you wouldn't even be able to recognize...

"Let me get my shoes on..." Zenix pumped his fist at your response. He respected Garroth and considered him family, but their personalities didn't exactly...mix. Plus, what was the harm in getting to stroll with some old friends after being gone for days on end?

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By the time you made it to the gardens where Zenix and Garroth were supposed to meet, the former was already there, his wrist laying limply on the hilt of his sword and the freshly risen sun shining brightly off of his pristinely maintained armor. It used to be annoying how put together Garroth was, till you started talking more, till you knew just how in pieces he always felt...then you began to respect that he managed to hold himself together in spite of it all.

It was inspiring.

He was still facing away as he spoke "Zenix, you're late again"

"Meh, figured we could both use some company after everything that's been going on" Garroth turned his head at Zenix's words, his body following as you came in sight. His brief stutter prompted Zenix to speak again. "She brought a sword so really, she's backup! Come on Garroth nothing is going on anyway and after being gone for so long it really-"

"Alright." He began to walk away. A smile crept onto your face before feeling the armor on Zenix's elbow jam into you side as he cheered.

"Come on Sis'! Nothing has changed so don't expect anything fun. If I get bored even one time while you're out here I'm never inviting you on patrol again." A chuckle escaped you at his words and you began to follow after Garroth, Zenix yapping behind you.

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The heat of the midday sun and Zenix complaining about how hot his armor had become was enough to remind you why you never wanted to become a guard. Don't get me wrong, you loved helping the village and you were good in a fight, but something about standing around all day in sweaty leather and metal just wasn't as appealing as wandering around with light clothes and a sword, essentially hunting for treasure, while having the freedom to help anyone you could at your own discretion. But you had to admit, it was nice getting to spend the day with Garroth and Zenix...even if Zenix couldn't stop talking to save his life. He really hasn't changed much from when he was a kid.

Zenix began swinging his sword at some weeds and Garroth took the opportunity to match your pace and begin a quiet conversation. "He truly did miss you; it's all he's ever able to talk about when you're away. I'm glad you guys have stayed close all this time."

You smiled at his words. "Of course, we may not be blood but I'm not gonna let some kid go without a family if I can help it. Plus, if I did then I'd be alone as well...at the end of the day, no one deserves that." You glance at him; he remains facing ahead but his pace slows ever so slightly.

"You will never be alone. Even if you hadn't raised him, you're still deserving of...friendship." You turn away at his words, the breeze on your face feeling like a good excuse to do so. When you turn back to him you realize he had still been speaking "...You know that don't you?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

His head whips over to face you, and he begins fidgeting with the chainmail at his wrist. "I only meant- It's just that...well I-"

"Garroth, it's ok! I promise! I just didn't hear you. I'm so sorry...what did you say?" You stop walking when the sentence leaves you and he does as well. For a brief moment all you do is stare at each other, that familiar glimmer of blue, all you can make out of his facial features, is enough to knock the breath out of you all by itself; but that paired with realizing that you were close enough to feel the sun's heat off the metal adorning him, to hear the hitch in his breath at his own realization, to feel the slight rustle of your skirt as his had brushed against it...it was like static filled your whole body, your hands almost went numb, and the only thing your senses were aware of in that moment was Garroth.

"GUYS OVER HERE!!!" Zenix yelling was enough to send you both stumbling away from one another as he came frantically barreling out of the tree line. "I heard something!" Garroth turned to you before sprinting over to Zenix, you follow at his heels.

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Zenix was prone to false alarms, and you wouldn't exactly call this a dangerous situation, but the raven-haired woman entering the village was at the very least new and interesting. She seemed kind, although maybe a bit lost...she kept talking to herself about fixing the roads and stuff which was fine by you, the previous lord didn't do much to improve life around town so maybe a fresh face was just the motivation everyone needed.

After your brief introductions and Garroth asking you to help her settle into town, you decided to set her up in the library with Emmalyn until Brendan could build her a place of her own. Emmalyn...wasn't thrilled. "Are you crazy!?!? I am a busy woman!! I don't have time to babysit some deranged stray!!"

"Emmy keep your voice down! She's right outside, and she's not deranged OR a stray! Come on, she needs help" She crossed her arms and shook her head. "Emmy pleeaaasse!"

"No! I have research to do, I don't have time. If it's such a big deal to you, Let her stay at your house!" You hesitated; the thought actually hadn't crossed your mind. It was just kind of instinct that she would stay here for a while, but you didn't actually know what caused that feeling.

You said your goodbyes and apologized to your friend before walking down the road with the young woman, making small talk during the short walk. You liked this girl; she may be a little strange, but she was kind and funny and seemed to care about the world around her.

You made it to the end of the street and turned to her. "This is my house! You'll be staying here with me till we can find a more permanent place for you, unless you decide you hate our guts and run away." You were glad she found your joke funny; it was hard to find people who you just clicked with though you were good at making do in a pinch. "The beach is just over that hill, if you're interested! I go there sometimes to clear my head. We should probably build a dock or something now that I think about it, get some trade going on." You unlocked and opened your door before stepping inside to show her around.

"Here it is! Not too cray but it's more spacious than a lot of the other houses in town. Zenix used to stay with me when he was younger so I wanted to make sure I had some extra room. I turned his old room into a guest room, you can stay in there for now." You turned to face her after your small tour of the house. "Oh my Irene I completely forgot! Umm...what's your name?"

She chuckled slightly and beamed at the question.

"I'm Aphmau!"

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

[gemstonegirlies]

1 My life at Phoenix drop High

At the Bottom

Content Warning: Attempted SA

The morning light shone through the window as you stirred in your bed. You walk over to your balcony and push your windows out. The cute boy next to you is already outside mowing the lawn in just a tank top and sweatpants. You waved to him a in silk cami top and long matching pants.

"Hey! You just moved huh?" He called out to me.

"Yeah! I'm assuming you go to phoenix drop too?"

"I do!"

"Maybe we could walk together and you could show me around school!" You attempted to flirt.

"Sure!"

You sat up and went downstairs to clean yourself up. After showering and brushing your teeth you get all tidy up in your school uniform and eat a lovely breakfast of hash browns and bacon your wonderful mother made for you. You then grabbed your backpack and started to run out the door. "Thanks mom! Have a great day! I love you!

"You too sweetheart! I love you too!”

You walked out the door and grabbed your neighbor by his arm. "Let's get going! Wow! You're so strong! You must be really popular huh?"

"I guess? I play soccer but I'm more of an artist. I like sketching things I see in abstract ways. I feel like it captures the soul more than a picture ever could. And it's still a portrait of someone if you think about it." He walked, letting you cling to his arm. Muscles slightly tense.

"Wow. That's so deep. An athlete and a sensitive soul. All the girls must be breaking down the door to be with you." You slowly trailed your fingers down his arm.

"Maybe. But there's really only one girl I want." He looked away blushing slightly.

You scoffed. "Oh? Who?" 'Whoever this girl is you'll just have to sabotage this budding relationship to get back to the top-'

"That girl with the pink highlights who came over to your house yesterday." He confessed hesitantly. You let go of him immediately.

"5'7 light brown hair green eyes?" You asked for more clarification even though Laylani is the only one who dyes her hair.

"Yeah... She's just really pretty." He practically swooned.

"You have a thing for Laylani?" You asked in surprise considering that you don't think the two have ever spoken.

"Even her name's pretty." He confirmed your suspicion. "She's your friend right? Could you help set us up?" He begged.

"Do you like Body Horror?" You quirked an eye brow.

"Oh no, not particularly." He confessed hoping this wouldn't ruin his chance with her.

You smiled slightly. "Then I'll introduce you to her myself." You tell him you're name and extend a hand to him.

"Darius." He shook your hand as if he'd just been given the opportunity of a life. 

'I suppose he has.' You thought. "A few quick words of advice. If you're going to date her you're going to be a part of my squad. And I don't like kiss asses so just be yourself. And start thinking up a poem for her. She likes artsy types."

"I'm surprised that you're being so cool about this considering you were flirting with me a few seconds ago."

You check your manicure. "It's lonely at the top. If I can get my squad to rise through the ranks with me that would be the best option for me. And you could very well be a back door to get us started."

"And what if they can't?"

"I'll make sure whatever heathen is standing in the way of what we deserve is cut down and made miserable." You smirked.

"You are truly evil." He looked at you and shivered.

"Maybe so. But Laylani is a whole other level of good person. My squad is innocent for the most part but there are certain luxuries that come with being pretty and popular." You smiled slyly.

"You scare me a bit." He looked at you in concern.

Your eyes grew colder as if the warmth was fleeing from your soul.  "Why shouldn't they be spoiled and pampered? They're just so sweet that it's hard not to step on others shoulders to boost them up so they can reach for their ambrosia."

"At least you're loyal." He shrugged.

You two get to school and you walk over to your friends. "Everyone, this is my neighbor Darius. Darius, this is Parsley with the ebony hair, Laylani's twin identical twin Dallie (you tell them apart by the hair), and we've already spoken about Laylani. You girls take care of him yeah? I have to go meet with the student counsel president for a tour of the school."

You start to walk away and up the stairs as you see a guy bump into a smaller girl. You rush up behind her to make sure she doesn't fall down the stairs. "You okay small fry?"

"Ugh! My first day here and I'm already getting pushed around and called names!" She had tan skin and ember eyes so stark under her Black hair. Her presence felt comforting for some reason.

"Sorry. I just think your size is cute! It's not often I get to find someone so small." You smiled at her, trying to ease the tension.

"Maybe it's not that I'm small! Maybe you're just freakishly tall!" She pointed a finger in your face.

"No." You giggled. "But cute rhyme though." You tell her your name.

"I'm Aphmau. So are we... friends?" She asked hopefully.

"That sounds nice. The more people I know the easier it will be to feel more comfortable here."

"Cool! I gotta go now so goodbye new friend!" She ran into the school as fast as her 5 foot frame could carry her.

You walk around a bit trying to find the student counsel president. You stumble behind the school and find three kids tagging the bleachers. Now you could do a few things. Option A: Ignore it, a janitor will probably have to clean it up later but you won't get in trouble on your first day. Option B: Snitch, the teachers would give you praise and might be a bit more lenient on you but you'd probably get a reputation as a kiss ass snitch. Option C: Try to stop them yourself, if it works you could be a hero but if not you'll get in trouble and paint a target on your back.

Option C it is. "HEY!! STOP THAT YOU THREE!!" You yelled running over.

"Who invited the toddler?" A tall boy with black hair rolled his cyan eyes at you.

"Don't look at me." A boy with brown hair and maroon eyes throws his hands up defensively.

"You know me better than that Gene." A pale girl with white hair, amethyst eyes, and black lipstick put her hand on her hip, looking at the black haired boy.

You walk over to them. "Look I may not be as big or as old as you guys but I still know that you can't treat lower middle class people like shit! So get out of here before I scrub the bleachers with your faces!" You gave them an empty threat.

"You a freshman?" 'Gene' asked.

"So what if I am?" You crossed your arms.

Gene smirked menacingly and pulled you closer to him before he pinned you to the bleachers. "So I'm assuming you're a virgin?"

Your face lit up red. "HUH?!" You asked offended.

"Gene what are you doing! You could get in a lot of trouble for this!" The brown haired boy shook Gene in panic.

"Relax Zenix. I'm still seventeen for a few more weeks. And princess here isn't going to tell anybody about this are you?"

"You're disgusting. Typically men." The white haired girl went back to her phone.

"Shut up Sasha." Gene said and Sasha turned to glare at him angrily. Gene started to unbutton your uniform.

"Sto-mph!" Zenix covered you mouth.

"There, she can't say no now!" He laughed. "I get to squeeze her tits though after your done Gene."

Your eyes pricked in tears. "Fine fine. Now freshman... are you ready to get F-"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THREE DOING?!" A voice from the side called.

"Great..." Gene muttered. He put on a faux smile and dropped me. "Madam student counsel president! So glad to see you."

"You two better let her go immediately!" The girl yelled at him.

"We're just having a little fun Teony!"

"She's 14! If you do anything to her I'll have you suspended!"

"...Zenix let her go."

"But-"

Gene cut him off. "Let. Her. Go." You button up your uniform and before you could get a good look at Teony he grabbed you and kissed you. "Something to remember me by." He smirked.

Teony wrapped her arm around me and brought me back into the building. "Sorry he took your first kiss..."

"I've had a boyfriend before. Gene certainly wasn't my first kiss."

"I'm Teony." You finally got a good look at her as she introduced herself. She was very beautiful. She had dark skin and brown eyes. Her lashes fluttered as she waited for you to respond, her matching curls bouncing in amusement.

"I might be bisexual..." You mumbled. She burst out laughing.

"Thank you. I've never actually had someone tell me I was their gay awakening."

"Sorry. You're just... really pretty." You flushed.

"Here. Your dad already called in and asked me to pick these up for you." She handed you a booklet, a schedule, and an ID. "The school can be pretty intimidating when you don't know your way around. I hope you don't mind but I already took a peak at your schedule and saw that we have the same lunch period. I also saw you have your last period off. So when you're free come find me and I'll take you on a tour of the school." She escorts me to class and I take a seat in the back.

The teacher starts to take attendance and eventually once I'm called people turn to look at me. "Present."

After a while Aphmau came in and the teacher reprimanded her for being late. She blurts out to everyone in the room that she was homeschooled. 'Rookie mistake. That's prime territory for gossip and bullying.' 

After a while the teacher takes us to the gym and lets us loose on the club fair.

[yansfanficwritings]

My W.I.P's

Just a bunch of my Aphmau characters x reader/ocs I'm working on. If you want to be on my taglist just DM me, it's currently empty (the taglist)

Iris (OC) x (MCD) Garroth (The chapter name is "Levin" {Before you say anything I was just writing what I had in mind the so eye color part isn't accurate as well as the grammar]

"You can't take him away from me! He's my son and I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe! Zenix so HELP me once I get out of this, I'll kill you! - I'll kill you and I don't care what everyone else says! No matter how much Garroth cares for you he'll-" Iris stared at Zenix in silence as he held a knife close to Levin - there was no way in hell he would kill him... right?

"About time you shut up, this is only the start of our plan... and Garroth won't even know what hit him. He won't remember you, your son, or your marriage - no one will. All he'll care about now is her. But don't you worry Iris, your son will be in safe hands with him. You and her have a similar eye color so hers kind of match little Levin here, maybe she'll fall in love with him the second she lays eyes on him... you know, a mother instinct. This would just help speed up the process of making him focus on her and not the village. He's looking for you now but as soon as we release the potions on Phoenix drop and Meteli - no one will remember you, what you did for the village, or your legacy. The only thing they'll remember is having a deadbeat lord who didn't give two shits about them or the village." Zenix let out a maniac laugh.

"Why are you doing this Zenix... me and Garroth have been nothing but NICE to you! Even after you were left abandoned and helpless! We took you in like nothing! I haven't done anything to make you so hatred towards us! You can do whatever you want to me - but let him be with Garroth - don't let Garroth forget about me or our kids together!" Zenix could only ignore her as he walked off with Levin. 

Iris yelled out for him "Damn it Zenix bring me my son! Please! Zenix!!" Sure, everything hurt - physically and mentally - but her main focus wasn't on her lover or the village but her son. She kept yelling and rattling the cell - her screams of agony couldn't be heard by anyone. Iris wasn't weak - she wasn't someone who cried easily but seeing her son taken away from her - the last person she would ever see - of course it hurt her much. She curled up in a ball and sobbed quietly. She swore that she would get out of here and get her revenge on the Shadow Knights.

This is another chapter of Iris x MCD Garroth called "The Lords Baby"

Iris let out screams in pain as she gripped Garroths hand - she cursed in Spanish as continued pushing. Garroth was by her side comforting her and making sure she knew he was there to help her be at ease. She couldn't help but glare at Garroth as she squeezed his arm tighter causing him to hiss a bit out of pain. He kissed her forehead and soon enough she gave birth. She let go of Garroths hand and let out a sigh of relief. She watched as the doctor cleaned their son up and wrapped him in a blanket - careful not to hurt him or anything. The baby began crying before being handed to Iris. She smiled and held him close as she kissed his forehead - making the baby stop crying. She looked at Garroth and grinned. Garroth had a couple tears in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them as Iris giggled softly. Garroth kissed the baby on his forehead before holding him.

"Do you know what you wanna name him Iris?" The doctor spoke as he looked at Iris. She nodded and looked at Garroth before looking back at the doctor with a smile. "Levin." She said, the doctor smiled and wrote it down.

"Levin huh? That's a powerful name for a Lord's baby! I'm sure he'll grow up to be the new Lord of phoenix drop!" Garroth nodded and grinned like the proud father he was. "What can I say? He's got two of the best parents there are out here! A father who's a guard and a beautiful mother who is a Lord and a fighter! Some might say he's the luckiest kid out there!

Title W.I.P's: (So like fanfics with titles just no story yet) She Likes a Boy [Lucinda x Reader] (MS) Somethin' Stupid [Garroth x Reader] (MCD) The Fairy in the Forest [Zoey x Reader] (MCD) Late Night Talks [Vylad x Reader] (MCD) Good Luck, Babe! [Aphmau x Reader] (MS) Bad at Love [Amber x Reader] (MCD) Favorite Author [Emmalyn x Reader] (MCD) Late Night Reading [Emmalyn x Reader] (MCD) Monster [Gene x Reader] (MCD) His Death [Jeffory x Reader] (MCD) Killshot [Katelyn x Reader] (MCD) No Promises [Laurance x Reader] (MCD) Lost Again [Sasha x Reader] [MCD or MS] Enemy [Shad x Reader] [MCD] Flirty Comments [Travis x Reader] (MCD) Library Buddies [Emmalyn x Reader] (MCD) Running Away [Shad x Reader] (MCD)

@oliemolliever

[starhvney]

hello!!

i would like to request - how would mystreet men react to reader getting sick and refusing to rest

you can do it with any characters youd like :)

i get sick easily and have a bad habit of pushing through it (and then complaining when i dont get better) and i was wondering how theyd react to such a situation

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: laurance, zane, & zenix

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when you stubbornly continue to push yourself despite your poor health, they finally step in to take care of you

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, comfort, sick and very stubborn reader, the men and reader are implied to be dating, possibly ooc zane in a relationship? idk i can't not make him a little grumpy and sassy, but he's still a soft lil sweetheart

𝐂𝐖: laurance’s has non sexual nudity (he showers with reader), zenix shows his love a bit tough but that’s just him, tw:zenix/j

𝐀/𝐍: i love this prompt!! i tried to include some characters i don't write often but i'm so obsessed with laurance i couldn't not include him. maybe i'll do a part two with some other characters if you guys like this one! :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

the blood drains from your face and your head spins as you stand up from the bathtub you had been dutifully scrubbing. stumbling over to the sink to keep yourself from crumpling to the ground. the cleaner you had been using added to the mix makes you break out into a head-throbbing cough, and you have to lean on your elbows to catch your breath.

you nearly scream when you turn around from your fateful recovery, only to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, face scornful. if you weren’t leaning against the counter you think you would have fainted then and there, his sudden appearance startling as always.

laurance had placed you under “house arrest” this morning when you told him you were going to go out to work again instead of resting. he had even stolen your keys to stop you from going anywhere, taking them with him when he left for the day. you felt useless sitting around, especially since your plans this morning were thrown off track, so you had spent the whole day cleaning the place instead.

you both stare at each other for a good minute, not saying a word to the other. it unnerved you the longer he stared at you, making you squirm on your feet. it was hard to breathe, your chest seeming to never get in enough air as you took in each breath.

finally, he moves, walking over to the shower and turning it on, unlatching the head to rinse off all of the cleaner. you think about trying to run away, which was rather stupid because you’d still be in the same house and he’d give you an earful no matter what.

“get undressed.” he says, turning around to stare at you after leaving the shower running. 

“what?” you raise your eyebrows, nearly breaking out into another coughing fit when he peels off his own shirt and gets started on unbuttoning his pants.

“you look like you’ve been working all day,” he starts, his pointed and accusing glare making you shrink back in guilt. “and you look so pale i think a shower would make you actually pass out and hurt yourself if you showered alone.”

“i’m fine,” you try to start, only to be stopped by him tugging you forward by your shirt.

“can you let me take care of you?” he whispers, eyes pleading as his hands begin to lift your shirt.

you can only nod with a breathy “okay”, lifting your arms for him as he begins undressing you. you can’t protest, especially with how your head spun just from the small sudden movement. he was definitely right, you felt super lightheaded and exhausted, and if you had worked any longer you actually might’ve been able to pass out on the bathroom floor. 

“good girl.”

you’re soon both in the shower not long after, the warm water soothing the ache in your back and the dull pain in your head. it nearly soothes you to sleep as you stand there, resting your head on laurance’s chest—especially when he gently begins massaging your shampoo into your hair. 

you can’t help but let out an involuntary hum of comfort, eyes closed and arms wrapped around his waist. his hand brushes some soap suds away from your forehead, and a soft press from his lips follows soon after. 

“let’s get you finished up here and then something to eat, okay?” he whispers, dipping your hair back into the water.

he seemed to have memorized your entire nightly routine, doing every step for you from hair to skincare, even dressing you in your pajamas before you could protest. his gentle touches have your eyelids heavily drifting closed, the dizziness you still felt making you rock in place. 

“alright, pretty girl.” he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you up, carrying you to the bed and laying you down.

he doesn’t let you go, arms still trapping you against him as he lays with you.

“it’s barely four, why are you laying down too?”

“well apparently i have to keep an eye on you like a toddler who keeps ripping her scab open, so this is necessary.” he whispers back.

you huff, squirming a bit only for his arms to tighten against you. “this is not necessary.”

“if you go to sleep i’ll make you soup when you wake up.” he suggests, completely ignoring your protests.

“are you bargaining with me like i’m a toddler now?”

“soouuup.” he coos in a sing-song voice, snickering when you quietly groan. “go to sleep and you'll have a yummy bowl of it waiting for you.”

despite all of your stubborn protesting your body finally betrays you, muscles relaxing and eyes fluttering shut. the to-do list in your head melts into nothing as laurance’s fingers rub against your scalp, sending you into the deep sleep your body had been begging you for.

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄

zane’s tongue runs over the inside of his lip in irritation, pushing against his black snake bite piercings before he scoffs. his arms are crossed as he stands in the doorway, standing between you and the outside world. for whatever reason you'd even want to go out there is beyond him.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at your half-assed outfit and the car keys in your hand.

“need to run some errands…” you mutter.

another scoff leaves his mouth as he paces towards you, plucking the keys right from your hands. “like hell you are.”

“but—”

“you’re not going out.” he says bluntly, lifting one of his hands and resting it against your forehead.

he sighs out your name, his tone breathy and concerned as his thumb rubs gently against your brow. his rings feel cool and soothing against your warm skin, making your eyelids flutter shut for just a moment at the sensation.

his hand gently pushes your head, rocking you in place and pulling you out of your haze.

“hm?” you frown, squinting up at him.

he frowns. “you planned on going out when you can barely even hear when i talk?”

“uh…”

his fingers shift up to your hair, rubbing into your scalp as his palm rests flat on your head. “you’re burning up. why do you insist on not taking care of yourself?”

“i’m fine… i just have a few things to do.”

you try to grab your keys from his hand but he backs up a step, extending his arm and raising an eyebrow, palm firmly keeping you away from him. dumbly staring up at him, your eyebrows furrow as your fingers reach out and barely brush against his sweater.

“zane? give me—”

“no.” he deadpans.

“…hello? those are my keys?” you huff incredulously.

“i don’t care?”

“what the—”

he takes his hand away from your head, sending you stumbling forward into his chest. you’re honestly surprised he didn’t step out of the way and let you fall—which he may have done once or twice before—and instead wrapped an arm around your shoulder to steady you. it makes your head throb, and you realize he may have been right about your fever as the sudden movement sent a dull achy pain down your back.

your eyes flutter shut as the headache you had been fighting off all day throbs against your skull, making you very clearly grimace in discomfort.

zane lets out a sigh, giving you a “told you so” look that you can’t refute despite desperately wanting to. your thoughts of another excuse as to why he should let you go are scrambled when his other arm hooks under your legs and you’re suddenly hoisted into the air. 

a noise of surprise leaves your lips and one of your arms automatically wraps around his shoulders to steady yourself. you look up at him with widened eyes, too lightheaded to speak at first. 

“what? are you surprised that i’m taking care of you or something?” he rolls his eyes. 

“i’m more surprised you have the muscles to carry me.” you tease.

“i will drop you.”

“i’m kidding! sorry, sorry,” you snicker, resting your head on his shoulder when laughing sends more pain into your head. “i was just kidding…”

a nearly inaudible sigh leaves his lips as he pulls your head closer, slowing down through the doorway.

“oh, sure.” he mumbles, lips forming into an adorable pout. “i try to take care of you and this is the thanks that i get.”

“thank you.” you murmur back immediately. “i would give you a kiss on the cheek but i don’t want to get you sick.”

he sets you down on the bed, one hand leaning onto the mattress as he leans over you.

“...so you’re admitting you’re sick?”

“wh–uh–no…”

“then?” he turns his face, pointing to his cheek.

you stare at him incredulously. it’s easy to forget sometimes that he’s not shy, just completely antisocial. tilting your head up you press your lips against his cheek, pulling away to see a satisfying blush dusting against his freckled skin.

he sighs, turning to sit down on the side of your bed and reaching over to turn on the tv.

“why don’t you watch something light-hearted to try and go to sleep to?” he suggests, flicking through the cartoons.

“my little pony?” you rasp when he lands on the childish cartoon. “will you watch it with me?”

he glances at you from the corner of his eye as he clicks play without hesitation. if it didn’t hurt to laugh you think you’d burst out cackling at his attempt to keep his tough emo act, but you settle for snickering quietly at his display.

“do you need anything?” he asks, flicking your forehead.

“ow… no.” you pout.

“…if i make you hot chocolate will you drink it?”

it only takes the small moment of your eyes lighting up for him to lean over, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead before getting back up and walking to your door. “with marshmallows?.”

“…yeah.”

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

“lay down.”

“but i’m fine! you don’t need to make me anything, i’ll get over it soon.” you rasp, standing in the doorway as you watch zenix unload the groceries he had brought over when you texted him you were still working even from your deathbed.

you regretted letting him have a key to your place when he had thrown the door open, slamming your laptop shut and stopping your rather pathetic progress on your essay. 

“that’s what you said when i asked you if you were still feeling bad two days ago, yet your dumbass still sounds like you swallowed sandpaper.”

“well excuse me—” you start, taking a step towards him and freezing when he whips his head over to you with a seething look in his eyes.

“i said go lay back down! i will crush you into the bed if you don’t get back under the covers in five seconds!” he huffs in a snippy tone, eyebrows pinched together like he was disbelieved that you were still going to disagree with him on this. 

his eyes widen a hair when he sees a singular eyebrow hitch up on your face, your lips pursing suggestively at his words. “you’re gonna do what now, zenix? run that by me again.”

the teasing was not nearly as effective as you probably wanted it to be, with your hair a mess and bags heavy under your eyes like a snively little victorian child. it still seems to strike a nerve in the hot head in front of you, his cheeks brightening and lips curling into what could only be described as a peeved pout. 

“…i’m. going. to kill you.” he grits, and you have to suppress the urge to laugh.

“you wouldn’t hurt a sick person would you?” you muse, though cautiously take a step back when his body starts to turn towards you.

the can of soup he had in his hand clangs against your counter before his feet loudly stomp on the floor as he sprints towards you. you can’t help the small scream you let out, the sight of zenix barreling towards you a rather terrifying sight. it strains your already sore throat and sets you into a small coughing fit, totally slowing you down even more than your weakened body could manage. you don’t get far before his arms tightly clamp around your waist, lifting your body up and trapping you back against his chest.

you hunch over in his arms as you try to suppress your coughs, your head throbbing each time your body jerks. completely out of breath from that short distance, you’re too busy trying to recover to realize zenix had carried you back to your bed. he plops you right back down, crossing his arms as you fall back like a ragdoll into your comforter.

“my throat hurts…” you whine, the words more strained than before as you bring a hand up to your eyes. 

he scoffs. “you shouldn’t have yelled then, idiot.”

despite his scolding tone, his hands are gentle as he pulls you by the shoulders to lay you down the right way in your bed. before you can think to squirm again your sheets and blanket are tugged right under your chin, zenix’s face focused as he very seriously tucks you in.

blinking up at him through bleary eyes, you think for a second that you might be hallucinating when you catch his stare as he leans over you. his expression is uncharacteristically relaxed, lips parted and eyebrows resting calmly against his face. his eyes meet yours and he nearly flinches back, standing back up with a conflicted purse of his lips.

“…i got you a gatorade to help with your throat. and i'll get you some medicine.” he mutters, stalking off to the door and turning to point at you. “don’t. move.”

your hand raises to your forehead in a salute, eyes fluttering as a sudden wave of exhaustion hits you. “sir, yes sir.”

he rolls his eyes, and when he leaves the room you think you hear an amused chuckle poorly hidden by a scoff. you lay there for maybe ten minutes max before he’s shuffling back into your room, holding a bowl of ramen, gatorade, and a bottle of medicine.

he sets everything on your side table before sitting on the edge of your bed, glancing between you and the stuff he brought you like a crow who had brought back his owner some treasure.

thank you, zenix…” you mutter, sitting up on your headboard and letting your achy muscles finally relax as you surrender to his insistence.

“…yeah, whatever.” he replies, his own shoulders relaxing when you gratefully begin to eat the ramen. “just don’t push yourself so hard next time. or i really will kill you.”

“awww, how sweet.” you shrug your shoulders up with a sarcastic smile.

“just eat your food!”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[arienic]

GENE x FEM!READER - not my best work but ive sunken back into the aphmau fandom and i wanted to get something out, so here u go!

warnings: infidelity, zenix slander (i love him i promise), maybe ooc gene??

You tilt your face away, laughing. "You're fucking joking."

Your boyfriend — your ex boyfriend now — frowns at you from across the table. "Look, I'm sorry but — I met her four months ago and — I don't know, she just gets me —"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," you snap, then leap up and grab your things. "Save it for someone who gives a shit."

He has the gall to look offended. Him, offended! You roll your eyes as he splutters out an "Excuse me?"

"So fucking long, asshat," is the last thing you say before you're out the diner door.

You hear his shouts from behind you, so loud that even when you're across the parking lot and by your car, the echoes still chase you down the pavement. Fucking lunatic, you think bitterly, unlocking your car and throwing your things onto the passenger seat. After you clamber in, you're tempted to slam the door closed.

It's only when you've settled into the leather, hands braced against the steering wheel that it hits you.

My boyfriend cheated on me. He cheated.

Holy fuck. What the fuck. He cheated.

You wish you'd screamed at him a little more. You wish you'd ordered a little more, wish you'd left him more than twenty-seven dollars poorer at that ugly red booth. You wish you'd maybe thrown your water at him and had his ugly-ass face sopping wet, frozen in shock.

(But then you start wishing that you'd tried a little harder.)

Last week, when you'd both gone to the mall. You should've suggested the movies, instead of just dragging him around the shops and talking his ear off. Or the other day, during lunch. You should've taken his hand in yours on the walk back home and leaned on his shoulder. It could've been fine — perfectly fine — if you'd only tried a little harder. You could've kept him. If you hadn't gotten so distant all those months ago, maybe he wouldn't have been tempted to run into another girl's arms. Maybe he wouldn't have continued returning to her. Maybe he wouldn't have kissed her, loved her — preferred her over you.

Maybe he would've stayed.

You take a deep breath, gripping the wheel harder. No, you tell yourself, not now. You need to — to — (a glimpse of him, rushing out the dinner and catching sight of you in your car — his shadow against the golden lighting from inside) — you need to get out of here.

Another deep breath. The keys into the ignition — enter, twist — and the car starts. Your mind whirls. But where, it asks, where do we —

There's a name that jerks to the forefront. Jagged, sharp, tapering off at the ends like cigarette smoke — but still so comforting.

Gene, it spells, and you step on the gas.

"I'm telling you, Sasha, it's not like that," Gene groans, spinning one of his dozen silver rings round the stained coffee table.

"Whateeeever you say." Sasha's drawl crackles from his phone speaker, propped up on a spare coffee mug. Her sharp, violet eyes manage to dig into his soul even through the barriers of Facetime and a cracked screen protector. "You're obvious as fuck, though."

He rolls his eyes, flipping the ring into the air. "There's nothing to be 'obvious as fuck' about."

"Even Zenix has noticed."

Gene pauses, and reaches out for the falling jewelry a moment too late — he's fumbling for it as it clatters to the floor.

He doesn't need to look back up at his phone to know the look on her face; the silence speaks volumes.

"I got distracted," he says defensively, leaning down to pick it up. "There was a mosquito."

"Sure," she says — and snorts when he bangs his head on the table trying to sit up again.

Gene grimaces, but leans back and rubs the sore area. "Fuck off, Sasha."

"Don't think I will."

"Fuck you —" He jumps when a series of knocks rain down on his front door. "Shit!"

Sasha frowns, leaning closer to the camera. "You good over there?"

"Someone's at the door," he sighs, slipping his ring on.

He watches her lips lift into a grin. "Maybe it's —"

"No, it's not her. She's on a dinner date today." Gene shuts her down — although he wishes he didn't have to. He's never told anyone (and he never will), but he likes when you show up to his apartment unannounced. He likes when you rap your knuckles on his door and shove takeout in his face, declaring that night as a movie night.

It won't be you, though. Gene's sure of it. Ever since you started dating that guy, your impromptu visits have happened less and less often.

He still stands up, though. "I'll call you back later," he tells Sasha. She throws him a pixelated thumbs-up before ending the call.

Gene sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Who is it now, then," he mutters to himself, making his way down the hall. He drags a hand down his face one last time and moves to look through the peephole — and damn near chokes on his own spit.

Why the fuck were you here?

You don't look good, either. Your eyes are swollen and red, and your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly. You lift a hand to wipe roughly at the tear that slips down your cheek. 

Something protective and furious flaring in him, and he practically throws the door open to find you why the fuck you're so upset.

You flinch, take him in, then relax. "Gene," you croak — and immediately start crying.

He blinks. "Woah, hey, no." Gene rushes forward and wraps an arm around your shoulder to bring you close, leading you into his apartment. He closes the door with his foot. "What happened, sweetheart? I thought you were out with…" he trails off, then shakes his head. "Why are you crying?"

"He—" you blubber, "—I left him— "

"Relax, let's relax. Deep breaths," he says, arms curling around your back to bring you closer. "It's okay," Gene murmurs, letting you lean into him as he walks you over to his couch. "You're okay. In and out, sweetheart, in and out."

Gene's thumb rubs circles into your shoulder as he sits down with you; he's breathing loudly, slowly, to coax you into mimicking. It's only when you take a last, shaky breath that he gets up.

"Where are you going?" you blurt when you see him move away.

"Getting you some tissues," he says, and disappears down the hall. When he returns, you’re perched on his couch, sniffling and rubbing at your nose.

"Now,” Gene says, handing you a wad of tissue, “mind telling me why you were bawling your eyes out on my doorstep?"

You wipe your nose again. "It's" — you hiccup — "it's not…" The shame curls deeper into your gut. "Um."

"Yeah? Take your time."

You swallow. "He… he cheated."

Gene stills. "He what?" he says, voice dangerously calm.

"He invited me out for dinner today," you continue. "I told you, right?" Gene nods. "He was really quiet. Really awkward. And whenever I tried to start a conversation, he just wouldn't, like, entertain me, you know? It'd just be so quick. And, um, he was really short with me." You pause, take a deep breath. "I should've expected it. I don't know why I didn't. I don't know why I was still so — so shocked, so… surprised — when he told me. I mean, he's been so distant, and I don't…" Your throat closes up. "I guess I thought…"

"Just to be clear, you shouldn't have had to expect it," Gene tells you, his fury creeping into his tone. He catches sight of your face, though — embarrassed, guilty, heartbroken — and reels in his irritation. "No one should have to expect cheating," he says. "Fucking dick. Should've given him a black eye, too."

You give a small, hoarse laugh and wipe your eyes. "I did leave him to pay the bill on his own."

"Good." Gene smiles at you, cups a warm hand 'round your elbow. "Fucker deserved it. And, uh… you know, if you want, I can sic Zenix on him too."

You snort. "What, like he's a dog or something?"

He gives you a look. You laugh again, this time with your shoulders. "You're so mean," you tell him.

"He barks like one."

"Gene!"

"What? I love him, you know I do, but sometimes —"

"Stop!" you huff, kicking at his thigh. He raises his hands in surrender. 

"Okay, okay!" He sighs and settles back into the couch. You're picking at the lint on your socks, sitting comfortably in silence, when he mutters, "Offer still stands, though."

You roll your eyes. "Thank you. I'll let you know if I'm ever in need of your services."

He hums. "Good."

Silence again. In it, you realize just how much comfort his touch brings you. You adjust your position on the couch wordlessly, inching closer to him. Gene's kind enough not to comment on it.

He opens his mouth to say something. It closes quickly, but doesn't take so long to open again. You watch him carefully.

"What?" you say.

Gene clears his throat. "What do you think about a movie night? It's been a while. We can order takeout."

You blink, quiet for a moment (during which he hears his heart pounding loudly in his ears) and then a small smile pulls at your lips. "As long as I get to pick the movie."

[chackyxyooj]

Vol. 2 - I 'Love' You: Otome Dissection

→ “It's good as long as it hurts.”

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Included: MS!Zenix X Reader

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CW: Strong Sexual Themes | NSFW

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“You’re so fucking pretty when you take my cock like this.” Zenix’s thoughts spill out in a breathless laugh. He runs his thumb across your bottom lip and grins when he smudges your lipstick across your cheek. “That’s right. Keep taking me like the good little slut you are.”

You peer down at the boy beneath you and grab his hand with yours, dragging it down to your hip and holding him there as you continue to move against him. The action earns a low grumble from your companion but you hardly even notice it - you’re too busy admiring his flushed expression as you leisurely ride his dick.

From his rough and eager hands to his sharp tongue, you were sure that the brown haired boy was someone who knew exactly what he was doing. That notion held true right up to the moment you had him pinned against your mattress.

To think that such a mouthy boy would end up being a stiff in bed. You suppose that his ‘hard to get’ act was less of an act and more of a blissful ignorance - and now that you think about it, he’d been pretty irritable until you made your intentions perfectly clear. You thought that was merely due to the notion of getting lucky, but perhaps there was more to it than you initially thought. Nevertheless, here the two of you are.

You place both of your hands against the boy’s lower stomach as a means to help steady yourself. This time his quiet groans of protest make it to your ears as you slow your already leisurely pace.

“You seem tense. Is something bothering you?” You ask with a coy smile.

The brunette throws his head back against the pillow, straining his neck as he lets out a frustrated sigh. “You’re going so fucking slow.” He protests, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. “You getting too tired to fuck me the way you want to?”

With a quiet hum you shake your head (not that he can see it) and sink down until your hips are flush with his. “What’s wrong with taking my time?”

The boy opens his mouth to reply but you that’s when you suddenly roll your hips against his, pulling a strained moan from his lips instead of whatever he wanted to say. Such a guttural and desperate noise makes you want to drag this out longer and make the boy squirm beneath your touch, but this exasperated look on his face is so much better.

You push your hands a little further up the boy’s chest and set a faster pace against him. It isn’t long before the boy is pulling your hips down to meet his every thrust. His movements are quickly bringing you closer to your release and it doesn’t even seem like it’s intentional. It’s amusing, really - the way he chases his release without the slightest concern for whether or not you’re feeling good. Lucky for him, it’s mutual.

“I’m so close…” You trail one of your hands up to the boy’s face and tilt his chin down so that he’s forced to meet your gaze. “You look like you’re about to cum, too.”

With his eyes on yours the boy narrows his gaze. “You really think this is enough to make me cum?” His voice is strained as he speaks. He’s obviously holding back. The way he’s struggling to keep his hips still and the way his hands roughly grasp at your body are a testament to how desperately he wants you, yet he still insists on denying it. Perhaps he has been playing hard to get all along.

“It’s obvious that you feel good so why are you trying to hide it? You should just admit how good it feels. It might even feel better once you do.” You tease the boy with an amused look, dragging your fingers down his chest as you move to pin his hips against the mattress. “Don’t be shy. Tell me how good it feels.”

“You’re so-” Zenix cuts himself when he sees how entertained you’ve become. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of voicing what you already know, but it’s getting harder to deny just how badly he needs you. “...fuck you.”

You take the boy’s stubborn nature in good stride, stifling a quiet laugh as your breathing becomes more and more ragged. It isn’t long before you feel that familiar feeling of bliss creeping up on you. Eventually your movements stiffen as the building tension in your core finally snaps to reward you with an orgasm.

Just as Zenix is starting to lose himself in the pleasure you provide him, it’s suddenly ripped away as you slowly settle against his hips. Though he initially looks up expecting to see some kind of smug look, he’s surprised to see a look of ecstasy plastered across your face.

“This is what you wanted, huh? You wanted to use my cock to fill that stupid little hole of yours until you came.” Zenix uses his hands to pull you back and forth against his length. He can feel you tense around him in response, a smug grin tugging at his lips as he observes your fucked-out expression.

“That would be correct. Just give me a minute and I’ll-” Your words are cut off when Zenix suddenly pulls you off his length. He hardly registers your confusion as he quickly shifts to sit up from beneath you.

With his hands still firmly grasping your hips Zenix places you on the bed at his side. He already knows that if he let you have your way he’d be chasing his release without a chance to catch it. Besides, you’re the one who’s pulling him closer now that he has you pinned against the mattress. You’re obviously enjoying this - maybe even more than he is.

Zenix slides his hands down your hips to your thighs, slowly pushing your legs apart as he settles right where he wants to be. When he has himself lined up to the lips of your cunt he finally looks up at your face.

You’re staring at him eagerly, a coy smile etched onto your lips as he slowly pushes himself back inside. Your back arches into his touch immediately and a sound of pleasure quickly follows. It sounds so sweet falling from your lips that he might even become addicted.

“So fucking good…” Zenix mutters to himself. He pulls back slightly just to ram himself against your inner walls. His actions pry a strained gasp from your lips and he likes it. In fact, he wants to hear even more. It isn’t long before the boy is thrusting himself into your sensitive cunt over and over with a rough, snappy rhythm.

Your hands find Zenix’s forearms as you attempt to soften his harsh thrusts against your hips. It feels so damn good, but you haven’t completely come down from your high. A pace that you’re usually eager to welcome is like torture against your sensitive walls. You only need a moment to catch your breath but it seems like the boy is adamant on denying you what you want - though to be fair you did the very same thing not too long ago.

The boy's expression becomes a bit more relaxed as he feels your hands tighten around his arms. Whether it’s your intention or not it feels like you’re pulling him in, so naturally the boy leans in to get closer.

Zenix doesn’t realise his eyes are closed until he’s opening them to look at you. Your eyes are closed and you have your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you attempt to muffle your sounds of pleasure. The boy can’t help the small smirk that appears on his face when he notices the lust and desire scrawled across your face. Having you at his fingertips with such a blatantly erotic look brings him a sense of satisfaction.

“Am I going too fast for you?” Zenix brings one of his hands up to your face and wipes away the lipstick he previously smudged across your cheek. When his thumb reaches the corner of your mouth he tugs your bottom lip free, loving the moans that spill from your lips as a result.

“Hitting so deep… too deep.” There’s a look of surprise hidden beneath your smug grin as you address the boy. “You can slow down.”

“Feels too damn good to slow down.” His words spill out between low groans of pleasure. If only to accentuate his point the boy delivers a stern thrust of his hips. “You like it too, don’t you? You like the way I keep sinking deep into your pretty little hole.”

You open your mouth to reply but your words are swallowed up by an excruciating sense of pleasure. You desperately grip at the boy’s arms in an attempt to keep yourself grounded, your nails raking down his arms as your legs squeezing his waist. Though your mind feels like it’s going blank from pleasure you make notice of how the boy’s motions falter.

The pain you inflicted was unexpected, but not unwelcome. In fact, Zenix can feel himself starting to reach the high he’s been chasing all this time. As much as he wants to reach it, he doesn’t want things to end. Not yet.

The boy takes a sharp breath between his teeth as he starts to pull away but you quickly stop him from doing so. One of your hands cling to his shoulder and the other snakes around the back of his head to tangle into his dark locks of hair. If only to test your silent observation from earlier you roughly tug at the roots of his hair. Once again the brunette falters, a low grumble escaping his lips as you smile up at him.

“What happened to all that confidence from before?” You wonder with an amused look in your eyes. “Did someone bite off more than they can chew?”

Zenix narrows his gaze at you but his attempt at being intimidating falls apart when your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder. He quietly whines beneath your touch and feels himself teetering on the edge of his release. No matter how badly he wants to prolong this feeling of bliss, he doesn’t attempt to slow down either. He knows you just came and he knows how sensitive you must be, but unlike before you allow the boy to keep his rough pace. In fact, you’re encouraging it.

“Fuck… it’s like that, huh?” Zenix looks down with a cocky grin, his eyes glued to your lips as he starts to tug at them. He notices the way you start to tilt your head away from his grasp so he immediately grabs your chin to pull you back. Without a moment’s hesitation he leans down and catches your lips in a greedy kiss, enjoying the way you shudder against his touch.

The boy is far too distracted by the feeling of your lips against his own to care about how close his climax is. He continues to kiss you, his lips getting more heated and passionate as he gets lost in the moment. He barely even notices that your grip on his shoulder has tightened - and even when he does he thinks you're just trying to cling to him in response to the kiss, further convincing him to hold you in place.

“Even though you just came you still want more.” Zenix mutters between kisses. He runs his tongue against your lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss before opting to do as he pleases. When he finally pulls away his expression is consumed by desire. “You’re so fucking greedy.”

“You’re one to talk after stealing so many kisses from me.” Your words come out in a breathless laugh, pulling the boy closer to you as your lips hover the shell of his ear. “I can tell you’re close. There’s no reason you need to hold back - unless you like the way it feels. If that’s the case then you must like the pain as much as me.”

“That’s not-”

“You want to cum? Go right ahead. I’m not going to stop you.”

“You’re so- fuck.” The soft, insistent tug at his hair sends another jolt of pleasure through Zenix’s body. He lets out a strangled groan before burying his head against your neck. He can feel his body tremble against you as waves of pleasure course through his body from his orgasm. Zenix can finally allow his movements to slow as he catches his breath.

As your companion slowly comes down from his high you gently caress the marks you left against his shoulder. All things considered you’re impressed that he lasted so long. You didn’t think he would be able to keep up his pace as well as he did, nor did you think he would take initiative the way he did. Then again, it’s not like you know that much about him in the first place, so it’s not very hard to be surprised.

You let the boy lean his weight against you, humming quietly as you comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to see his face. Rather than prompting the boy to look up at you, your actions cause him to pull himself closer.

“Have you done this before? You seem pretty experienced.” Your companion mumbles against your neck, his grip on you growing tighter when he hears you starting to laugh in reply.

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”

If you couldn’t already feel the boy’s frown against your skin then you could definitely hear it in his tone of voice. You’d think it cute if not for the way he grips you so tightly. “You know, you’re going to break me if you keep holding onto me so tight.”

The boy clicks his tongue and pulls back slightly. “Don’t avoid the question.”

You smile up at the boy, reaching forward and caressing his face with a feather-light touch. Though you can feel him leaning into your touch his expression remains tense - as if he’s already made up an answer in his mind and is waiting for you to say it out loud. Stranger or not, you’re not so cruel that you would carelessly say something that might hurt his feelings. So instead you shake your head. "I don't kiss and tell." 

“You don’t kiss and tell?” The brunette moves so that he’s practically pressed on top of you, his body pinning you against the bed, and he looks down at you with an almost possessive gleam in his eyes. “Guess I’ll just have to get you to spill everything.”

[lggy]

weak and sickly i have zenix x reader deficiency

[thingsandlee]

Minecraft diaries x guard!reader

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This is kinda a „try and See if people like it”, but this is going to be pretty much the same as the series with just a few differences, but not a lot. This is also just me writing for fun, so please don't expect much.

- I don't own the Characters

- don't own the Story

- this is just for fun

- there might be romance, not sure about that yet

- Updates are gonna be slow, probably very slow

- the first Episode is gonna be long, without much of the reader

This Story is also on Wattpad if any of you wanne read it on there. (L_inGacha: Minecraft diaries x guard!reader)

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Episode 1 ~ New World

Once upon a time there was a beautiful Village, but ever since the Lord passed away, the Village and it's people fell into despair, leaving it in mostly ruins...and ever since then the guards have had their hands full to protect the remaining people of it. But all that was about to Change when a new individual joined the world not knowing the Journeys that would lay ahead................

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Reader's POV

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I was standing on the outskirt of the Village with Garroth and Zenix, discussing or more like debating about the future and what to do now since our Lord has passed away a few weeks ago.

Zenix: „What are we going to do ? Since our last Lord passed away the people have been going crazy. Not to mention we are running low on local resources, and we have no connection to the other villages."

Garroth: „Zenix, do not worry. I have a plan."

(Y/N): „Well in that case I am sure we can figure this out. We just need to keep our heads high."

I smile at them, when I suddenly heard something move next to me and Zenix must have heard it too as he turned to look behind him.

Zenix: „Wait ! Did you hear that ?"

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Narrator's POV

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And with that a mysterious man dressed in green and brown, who was hiding behind a tree, runs off knowing that he was detected. And not even that far away from the Village spawned a new Person into the world, not knowing that even she was being watched from futher away.

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Aphmau's POV

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I spawned into my new Minecraft world ready to start the new series...

Aphmau: „Alright, Day 1, and now it is time to of course find some shelter, before the night falls. As you can see the day has just begun so I have got plenty of time, there's a lot of trees around here, so I should be good in terms of getting, like a crafting bench going, and all that kind of stuff. But let's just go ahead and find a nice little hole..."

I walked around for a few Seconds befor i saw a small hole in the ground, running over to take a look at it to see if it's any good.

Aphmau: „That's-that's a terrible hole I'm not gonna go in there- let's just try to find a nice little hole or something I can-"

Cutting myself off I zoom in on a man in green and brown clothes, cutting down a tree. I got excited and started to run torwards him.

Aphmau: „Hey there's a guy over there ! Come here, I need to talk to you! I need to find a nice little hole. If you happen to know where-"

But befor i could finish my question he was gone as I reached the tree...

Aphmau: „What- where'd he go ?", looks at the half chopped down, floating tree, „Oh my god, he did- that really upsets me the fact that-"

And again befor i could finish my sentence i spot the mysterious man again and chase after him.

Aphmau: „Come here, hey ! Come here I need to talk to- you just left that tree- you just really left that tree undone. You just literally were-"

Running after him he lead me right into a Village with the man getting attacked by one of the three guards standing infront of it befor he dissapeard into thin air.

Aphmau: „Oh my god that guy's getting attacked by that guard. W-Where'd he go ? Where'd he go ? Uhmm... alright. He's gone but he led me to a village ! And there's some awesome guards here ! This guard is pretty cool, what are you doing ?"

I walk over to the guards, clicking on the one with white fabric on his chest with a black cross on it.

Garroth: „I don't think anyone in the village will listen to any of the guards. Not after how horrible the last lord was..."

Aphmau: „Oh..."

I turn to the second guard, unlike the other one you can see his eyes, and click on him aswell. I also notice their names popping up.

Aphmau: „So that's Garroth, this is uhm...Zenix and this is...(Y/N)."

Zenix: „Now that the Lord is gone the village is in chaos. What are we going to do ?"

Aphmau: „Oh. Oh ! What kind of chaos is the village going through cause I could help out !"

Befor i walk away and explore the Village i go and click on the last guard which is a female guard.

(Y/N): Turns to aphmau, „Seems like someone is listening in..."

Aphmau: „Oh ?! Sorry, didn't mean to listen in on this uhm...conversation. Yeah i'm just gonna go ahead and- and get to exploring this Village and look at the chaos."

I laugh nervously as i walk around the small Village to observe the "chaos".

Aphmau: „I mean I just spawned in the world so I could absolutely take over this village and become the new terrible Lord. I mean Awesome Lord.”

I corrected myself quickly, as i come across a well with, what seems to be the whole Village.

Aphmau: „Oh my god. Oh my god ! There's so many people in here ! Literally in this water ! I don't know where that other guy went, but I'm-”

I yelp as i fall down a hole into a cave.

Aphmau: „Ah ! Hey here's my hole, look at that ! This is a nice hole to begin in.”

I climb out of the hole and begin to look around the village yet again. Coming back to the well.

Aphmau: „Alight so really let's go ahead and see what's going on in this village. So I got a lot of people here and there's' a lot of people literally taking a little nice bubble bath, I don't see that-”, she falls down the same hole again, „Gosh darn it I did the same thing again. That is really going to hurt somebody, and uh that's not going to be a good thing and there's- hey look there's like a balinskin there ! And who is that ?!”, falls down the hole yet again, „Oh my goodness that's the third time ! Alright ! First time shame on you, second time shame on me, third time I don't know what's going on. But alright so we got Brendan the farmer, and we have a bunch of stuff to work with !”

After that i wander down the path to the crops and start getting some wheat and other food.

Aphmau: „We also have a lot of food here. Which was something that was about to be a problem but now that I'm actually here in this village I don't have to worry about that anymore. Alright so let's go ahead and get settled in here. I don't think that they're gonna mind if I'm here ? I mean- Lydia the farmer...”, struggles to pronounce Lydia's name, „Alright so there's a lot of stuff that needs to go on here but I think I'm gonna go ahead and settle in in this village. Uhm- I know I was looking for a hole, but I kind of already found it down below. Especially inside of the nice little well.”

I now make my way to the Forrest that is near the small Village and start choppimg down some trees for tools.

Aphmau: „So, first things first, let's go ahead and start with the crafting bench. The basics of Minecraft literally visiting the basics of Minecraft. Uhm- I think what I'm gonna do is I'm gonna stay in this village now and-”

After getting one Log of Wood, i see the achievement pop up on the screen "Getting wood" and after finishing it, i make my way back to the Village.

Aphmau: „Ooh ! First achievement. Awh I always love getting that achievement because it's just like you're building your way up. And I might even try to keep track of like the achievement that I have so that way I can try to get them all, but I'm sure that will happen in due time. But lets' go ahead, get this village started ! First, let's start by fixing that stupid hole. that's- that's incredibly annoying.”

As i was about to fix the hole i look at the poor people in the well.

Aphmau: „And saving those poor people down in the well ! Alright ! Lets see, this is a nice- Oh.”

I was about to help the people in the well but i saw Zombies emerging out of the cave i fell into to many times.

Aphmau: „Oh my god that zombie's about to destroy those people, and I just realized that I spawned in with a bunch of cool stuff !”

I begin to cycle through my inventory when i noticed the items, showing the ones i have so far. Stopping at a gold coin with a dog head on it.

Aphmau: „Right here I have a doggie Charm-”, next a golden book looking item with what appears to be two swords crossed on the cover, „A command elm-”, and lastly a white baton with a golden ball on top, „And a pet wand. Which I am going to use to destroy... Oh. Okay. I can't use that.”

I say to myself, not able to destroy the Zombie with the Wand and doing it with my hands instead.

Aphmau: „I'm just gonna destroy them with my bare hands, I'll show these villagers how hardcore I can be !”

Killing the Zombie successfully i head into one of the few houses that are still intacked, passing the Villiagers in the well.

Aphmau: „There we go. I saved you guys from the zombies. Awesome. Alright so, we're gonna have a little rocky start here, not as rocky as these people because they're just- they're just terribly doomed and- Hey ! There's a crafting bench here so I don't even need to worry and-”

Clicking on the crafting bench i suddenly ate a Zombie brain that i got from killing the one earlier, i get out of the crafting Menu to see Brendan.

Aphmau: „Why did I- Brendan ! You made me eat a zombie's brain, I don't want to see you again just- follow me. Please, follow me. Here. You need a- sense you're a farmer, I'm gonna take you all the way over here because you could this could be your little farmhouse Brendan. Yeah. Or Bolin since his skin is actually like a Bolin kind of skin.”

Leading Brendan past the crops and to the House there and making him go in.

Aphmau: „So, I'm gonna put you right in here since, yeah, I have some stuff to spare. You can come in here. See ? Come on, you can do it. Oh man ! I just housed one person.” , Brendan leaves the house, „Hey where you going ?”, Aphmau brings him back into the house, „Stay right here. This is your house now Brendan. It's nobody else house but yours. You have your nice little place.”

After making sure Brendan is ok, i make my way back to my own house.

Aphmau: „I'm already being a better to be Lord then the other person was. Hello, Aiden the farmer. Alright. Aiden is doing his thing. Wow, now that we have Aiden, we have a lot of farmer's here. I'm gonna have to see what I can do as far as helping them all out !", goes back to the crafting bench, „All right, so let's grab some basic tools of Minecraft. We're gonna grab the sword, first off, because I'm gonna need to defend these people since night is falling pretty fast. Let's also grab an axe, there we go. A pickaxe because that's definitely gonna need that. So, there we go. And a shovel, oh we don't even have enough stuff for a shovel, but we have a nice crafting bench here so we didn't have to waste a lot of materials on that. Plus we have a bunch of carrots, we have some zombie's brains, and we're gonna free these people right here because they are just utterly dying ! So lets see."

Making my way to the well i start to break the side of it with my pickaxe in order to free the people. Some of them make it out of there.

Aphmau: „There we go, you're free people ! Run ! Get out of there ! Don't- Don't- Okay."

Seeing one of the women getting out of the well, the name above her head saying Molly, looking at me as if i done something bad.

Aphmau: „Molly's just like hey I was in my bath ! This is- This is how I get clean every now and again. All right, follow me. How 'bout you follow me. You follow me.”

I say clicking on her and making her and two other women to follow me, walking past the crops again to a small Hut across from Brendans farm house.

Aphmau: „I'm gonna save the babes first. Come on babes, let's go ! Let's go. I'm gonna move all the babes out here. Oh look, their all following me !”

I open the door to a small hut and lead the „babes” inside.

Aphmau: „Alright so this is gonna be the babe house right here. Come on in ladies. So, you stay right here. Follow me actually, if you guys could stop opening the door that would be fantastic. It's kind of just slamming in my ear. You stay there, and you stay there. There we go. Alright, so this is the babe house right now. I saved them, they are now in-depth. Debt. They are not in depth, they are in debt to me.”

I run back to the well to save more villagers.

Aphmau: „The guards ? Well, the guards are really dumb. No wonder nobody knows- [Laughs, does an impression of one of the guards] "I say ! It's time we take a bath together ! A Bath we can't get out of." [Speaking normally] Oh my gosh no wonder nobody's gonna listen to you guys. Alright, so I think the guards are pretty much doomed, yeah, their doomed.”

I replace the block for the well deciding to leave them there for now.

Aphmau: „Yeah, we'll just leave them there. Okay... Now I need a few- let's see... I'm gonna get some- try to upgrade my weapons at least. Try to upgrade my weapons, try to get some... maybe a nice bed ? Inside of my place ? I don't even know if I'm allowed to have, like, the big house. I'm assuming that it's- I mean I haven't seen like a Lords' house or anything around here so I'm assuming that all these houses are up for grabs since the village is really kind of in, like, quite literally in chaos.”

As i walk around for a second one of the villagers ask if i am new around here.

Aphmau: „I actually am new around here, and I actually haven't properly introduced myself. Kent the guard ! All of the guards- Nobody's gonna listen to you guys if you keep acting like that !”

Kent the guard: „You've heard this from where ?”

Aphmau: „I've heard things from everywhere actually. Yes ! See, the guards just keep going inside, they are so bad !”

I laugh and fall in the hole for the last time.

Aphmau: „I got to fix all of this !  Okay !”

Annoyed i walk down to the cave and start to mine a bit more stone.

Aphmau: „Let's continue, let's continue. We were going to get the basic's down here, and as I continue this series I'm definitely going to have to make sure that I do a lot of farming. At least I can say that the nice part is that I found the hole I was originally looking for, so now I have all this really cool material and stuff that I can use. Nothing to fancy just yet. I mean I have coal and that's what really matters at the end of the day, Because quite literally, at the end of the day it gets pretty darn dark. And when that comes this is how the monsters come out and that's when they're like- Oh man, hey did you call for a monster ?”

Hearing a scary noise i stop in my tracks and look around for a moment.

Aphmau: „What was that ? What is that ? What was that noise ? That was creepy ! That was like, really creepy. Alright then whatever, I'll just ignore it for the time being, and start to make some more- start to make a better, like, upgrade for my weapons and stuff. Alright, so, I got- I got a nice little house for the time being until I get, like, you know, evicted for that not being my house.”

Making my way back to the survice, i go into my house seeing a new person and getting to making myself some stone tools.

Aphmau: „Hello there Kevin the Baker ! It's good to see you. And then we have- man we have a lot of farmer's here. Okay. It's time to make some upgrades. There we go, stone sword, all set.”

One of the villagers ends up in my house...

Aphmau: „Why do people keep coming into my house and stay- Why do people keep coming into my house ?”

...when all off the sudden the villager dissapeard.

Aphmau: „What- where did you go ? What is going on !? Where did he go ? Where did he- I'm assuming he went to bed but that was just creepy as heck ! I mean come on you don't just stand on somebody's crafting table, look at them, then disappear ! It's completely rude ! Okay, I'll go with it if that's how this village want's to play ! This is a little weird. No, I don't need that, I need a pickaxe- like a brand new shiny pickaxe. There we go. Pickaxe and what else can I get ? Basic tools, axe, there we go. Alright so now I can get some weapons. And of course I need some torches and I think we're gonna set down some torches here in the village if there aren't some there already. I don't think there are because just traveling around I haven't seen anything crazy, but I'm gonna go ahead and just you know, kind of light up my area and maybe light up-”

I walk out of my house to place torches around the village before it gets to dark. I also close the hole befor falling down again !

Aphmau: „I feel so bad for those guards. Okay, so I can't help but laugh at them because they're just being silly now. Oh god, I hear zombies. Okay, so I'm gonna fix this part because I keep falling down on it. Make it look a little bit nicer later, but for now lets' just start to get the mine going so I can start digging down deep and finding out feelings and stuff like that.”

Just as I was about to keep on walking i spot a creeper and right after a skeleton.

Aphmau: „Oh god there's a creeper ! Oh god there's a skeleton !”, starts attacking them, „Go away Creeper ! Shoo, shoo, shoo ! ooh ! ooh ! Good I got them !”

I make my way from the spot i killed the Mops.

Aphmau: „Okay. Alright. I'm good, I'm fine, I'm good.”

I'm back in the cave when suddenly zombies can be heard in the distance.

Aphmau: „I hear zombies and I don't like it. I don't like it at all.”

I start to dig towards the zombie noises.

Aphmau: „I think they're coming from this way. I'm gonna be honest I hear from like around here. I kind of really wanna find them too if there's zombies in the walls. I don't need- I don't need zombies coming over to my place and being like hey we just decided to invade ! Just all randomly. Yeah, I hear a bunch of zombies. I want to find them... I also need to find some, some, some iron, make better weapons, maybe some diamond ? That would be amazing if I found diamond on the first episode. That would be fan-freaking-tastic actually ! Don't think its gonna happen though. And I still see more like, little health bar thingies. Down that way. So let me go take a look down here and see if I can find something cause these guards.”

I notice a health bar and start to dig down towards them.

Aphmau: „Are they drowning ? Like, are they legit drowning ?”, digs into the well, „Oh god. See, I have a feeling that this would be a wonderful idea if- oh my god are they dead ? Did they die ? Did they drown them- what !? They're gone ! Oh my god ! Okay, that cool... I'm a little sad. But at least we know why the village isn't gonna listen to the guards anymore because they're just gonna get themselves murdered and stuff. Okay. Let's see, I hear zombies. I don't know if there's like a little plot hole of zombies around here ? But that would be wonderful if there was like a little saddle I can already mount a steed. I'm getting way to ahead of myself. I'm still to get- I still got to take the baby steps first. The first episode you just got to, you know, just chill out and pick flowers and stuff. I mean that's all you can really do. Aside from you know just building up your repertoire with people. Which I haven't really done. And there's a bunch of flowers here. I'm gonna grab them all. Make this place look a little bit- a little bit more scenic.”

Rounding the corner on the surface, after I gathered my flowers to see a herd of zombies.

Aphmau: „Oh gosh. Oh gosh ! There they are ! There's the zombies ! They were trying to attack the guards and they were being like- oh the guards are smart ! Their hiding themselves... You cowards, don't do that ! You got to come out and fight ! Fight for your right...”, breaks the well yet again, giving the guards a chance to escape, „To party ! Get out, get out, get out. All right you know, I'm gonna leave that open just in case the guards decide that they're gonna stop being so flaky and oh-”

I make my way to one of the many small houses and open the door, seeing a Guy named Aiden.

Aphmau: „This is where Aiden the farmer lives ! All right that's Aiden the farmer.”

I run off to check on the rest of the houses. When i noticed that the Babe house is being attacked by zombies. So i rush over there to help them.

Aphmau: „Then we got the babes ! they need help, they need help, they need help ! These babes are lucky that these monsters didn't go after them.”

I turn to Brendan's house, Zombies being also at his door.

Aphmau: „Oh gosh, oh gosh. Why are- Oh my gosh. The zombies are trying to get my babes. Already ! I didn't wanna be throwing in the action this soon ! Okay, all right, all right. Babes ? You seem alright, ok good.”

I walk back to my house one of the villager dissapeard when i wanted to move her. But she reappeard and entert my house.

Aphmau: „Oh hey, look she made it ! You made it, I'm so happy your here ! All right so just stay right there, stay right there, you, you, you, can stay with me tonight all right ? You can stay- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, about having to wake you up, it's such a rude manner but you know I really just- I really was looking out for you're safety, Emmalyn the librarian. You know, this is actually a nice place for you so you can hang out here because I got lots of books, you can read books and have like a great time here, you, you, you'll be fine, you'll be fine don't worry, I got you baby. Alrighty guys, well thank you so much for joining me for this episode of Minecraft diaries. We still have a lot of questions that need to be answered, like where did that guy go in the beginning and how am I going to actually fix up this village because it seems like there's a lot more problems than I had originally anticipated.”

In the Corner of my eye I zoom in on a creeper.

Aphmau: „We got a creeper infestation problem over there, we got our guards which are making like a huge guard soup here, I might have to like just cover this thing up.”

I look back at the well, it seems like there are no more villagers and so I fixe the well and cover it up.

Aphmau: „I don't think there's any more guards down there thankfully so yeah- I'm just gonna- I'm just gonna cover this place up right now. So yes, guys thank you so much for joining me for this episode of Minecraft Diaries and I will see you all in the next episode ! Until then, hopefully, Emmalyn won't be mad at us anymore.”, turns to third Person, „Until then, take care. Buh Bye !”

[aphmau-imagines]

Hi! I just stumbled across this blog and wowie I'm being pulled back into the swing of this fandom-If you're taking requests, maybe something with S1 Zenix? The reader being like his mentor alongside Garroth and they've been training him, while pining after him, and he actually does like them back but then he goes and betrays them? And it's just angst after he fights Garroth and they fight against him too? Thanks in advance! And if you don't want to do this, I get it too, don't worry!!

STOP BEING SO NICE IMMA CRY I- of course, anon! guessing this is MCD? i’m not that well informed on the series since it’s been a while, so i’m so so so sorry this is so shitty!

let me say this really snatched me out my comfort zone since

1. i’ve never written angst in my life

2. never written fight scenes

3. never written for zenix

but i really tried my best! feel free to hate me as you like :’D garroth and zenix don’t really fight in this, it’s actually just zenix vs reader so uh- this is very rushed because i don’t know how long this has been in my inbox and don’t wanna hold it any longer!!

if you don’t like it, tell me and i’ll re-do it! imagine under the cut as always~~

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In the end, I still love you | MCD! Zenix // GN! Reader

   “ come on, zenzie! you gotta try harder if you wanna beat me! “ you giggled, extending a hand to help your student. but, was he really a student? to you, he was like your best friend. sure, you’ve known garroth for much longer, but with zenix. . .

   “ GARROTH! “ [name] screamed, watching as the blond fell to the floor after taking a heavy blow to the shadow knight they once knew to be an introverted and kind soul.

   “ i’ll never leave you! you’re. . .you’re my best friend. “ it pained you to say that, but what could you do? you were a mentor, and he was just a student.

   “ pathetic. “ the man in front of you spoke, eyeing the blond’s figure with pure spite. yet, as his eyes landed on the [hair color]’s figure, he couldn’t help but feel a feeling he despised bubbling in his chest.

   zenix always had a soft spot for them. how could he not? because for the longest time, romantic feelings had blossomed. and it pained him. it pained him greatly to hurt the one he loved.

   “ zenix. . . “ the [species] stood, their eyes shadowed by their hair as their hands clench to fists. head raising slowly, the male of dark brown hair finally saw their eyes of [color] glaring at him. their hand tightened around their sword.

   “ the only pathetic one i see here. . . “ they started, picking their sword up as tears blurred their vision. “ IS YOU! “ they screamed, forcing their aching legs to dash to the shadow knight.

   “ i’d never hurt you! what kind of friend would i be if i harmed you? “ you huffed, taking a swig of water. garroth had finished his training long back, so it was only you and zenix, who was looking at you as if cupid had struck him multiple times.

   “ you’re gonna have to sometimes. “ the male shrugged. abruptly, you stop drinking the cool liquid. “ even if i was held at sword-point, i’d never! you’re very important to me, and friends don’t hurt each other. “ you said, sighing as you place the bottle of water down to instead grab your sword.

   “ up for another round? “ you raised a brow, smirking.

   swing after swing, [name]’s body ached. blood was gushing, and both the fighters were sure the [hair color] would either pass out of blood loss or even. . . lose their life.

   yet even as zenix continued to physically attack them, they made no effort to physically harm him back. instead, they attempted to weaken him. but it was no use.

   collapsing to the floor, [name] pants and gasps, lungs begging for oxygen. not even a second past before the tip of a blade was held at their neck.

   the world went silent.

   “ g-go on. sli- ( cough ) -ice my neck o-HoU-pen. “ [color] eyes weakly glare. “ .....why? “

   the question was so sudden it caught both off-guard. yet, zenix continued. “ why do you care so much about him? “ the male cleared up. “ ........ “ they didn’t have a specific response ready.

   seconds turned into minutes. “ .....beca-because i thought i c-could ( cough ) get rid of these ( hack ) feelings. i thought that m-maybe if i focused o-on ( hiccup ) other people, i’d stop l-lovi- ( hiccup ) -ng you. but no mat-matter how hard i tried, i-i couldn’t. i could stop thinking about y-you. dream ab-about you. want you. love you. “ tears slowly streamed down their face.

   they couldn’t even stand on their knees, falling onto the crimson-stained grass. zenix soon followed, both resting on their backs. the brunette blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears.

   weakly, [name] turned to face him. “ r-remember ( hiccup ) the time i-i promi-promised you tha-that we’d run o-off into a little cottage in t-the woods? “ they whispered.

   zenix nodded.

   “ when w-we'd play f-fight? “

   he nodded.

   “ i’d get y-you out of troub- ( wheeze ) -trouble? “

   yes. yes yes yes. how could he forget? and with every memory [name] recalled, he’d nod. until their voice slowly faded out. weak and bellow a whisper. with their remaining strength [ which wasn’t much ], they gave him a weak kiss on the cheek.

   “ in the end, i still love you. “

   that was the day [name] [last name] had died.

“ ZENZIE! “ a [soft/deep/raspy/etc.] voice exclaimed, the called male turning around only to spot his lover running to him with their bag slung loosely on their shoulder.

   “ [nickname]! “ the brunette smiled, arms wide as they jumped into them. “ i made you a bento so you don’t have to buy that weird food they sell. “ shuffling through their bag, [name] handed him the bento.

   “ thank you, boo. now, let’s get to class. “

[dilly-dahlia]

i. The Silver Starlet

pairing: Gene x popular!Reader

content: pdh, drill team!reader, opposites attract, suggestive but not explicit, allusions to blackmail, reader is described as having straightened hair, images used are NOT an indication of the reader’s appearance

summary: Gene was always looking for the next person to mess with. The next person to join his gang or blackmail into doing his bidding. But when he set his sights on what he assumed to be the ditzy drill team captain, he didn't expect to fall for her.

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"Five, six, seven, eight!"

"I was almost on the drill team," Sasha mused, leaning against the bleachers as she watched the Silver Starlets, Phoenix Drop High's drill team, practice. "I was a cheerleader when I was, like, five and my mom kept me in it till I was a freshman. She really wanted me to be a Silver Starlet."

Zenix glanced up from his phone, raising his brows at Sasha. "You were a cheerleader?"

"Yup."

She had never liked it. She didn't like that football season happened during the coldest months of the year and being outside, moving and hopping and yelling at the top of her lungs, made her want to die. It would have been the same if she'd decided to join the Silver Starlets. Practice in the crisp cold mornings and hot afternoons before and after the first day of school. For the whole year.

It sounded like hell.

"Come on girls! We've got a pep rally and game this Friday!"

"I find that hard to believe," Gene said. He leaned against the bleachers beside Sasha, watching the thirty-something girls as they tossed each other into the air and jumped around and practiced high kicks and did very. . . not Sasha things. "You did this?"

"Not this exactly, obviously. I was on a junior cheer team for peewee football, or something." Sasha let out a heavy breath, pushing herself away from the bleachers, glancing at the time on her phone. "It wasn't for me, so I quit. Hey, the bell's about to ring."

Gene waved Sasha off absentmindedly, keeping his gaze on the drill team. Zenix hopped up from the box of football supplies he sat on, pocketing his phone and stretching. "God, I can't wait to go home."

"If you're that unenthusiastic about being here then why did you come?" Sasha asked as she shouldered her backpack. It was a lot heavier than it should've been for the first day of school, but that was the result of not cleaning it out over the summer.

"Because my ISS carried over to this year." Zenix rolled his eyes. "I don't get why the board's so pissed about me bringing a piñata for students to hit. It was just a fun thing for the last day."

"Maybe because you ended up giving another student a concussion with the bat, Zenix."

"Well, maybe if Balto hadn't been pissing me off he wouldn't have been whacked."

"Gene, are you coming?" Sasha called. She and Zenix had walked a couple feet away before realizing Gene wasn't following.

"Huh?" Gene peeled his gaze from where the Silver Starlets were huddled, probably discussing their practice, to look back at Sasha and Zenix. He waved them off. "Nah, I'll meet you inside in a minute."

"'Kay. Usual spot?"

"Yeah," Gene shouted after them. The pair went around the corner of the bleachers, disappearing from his line of sight. Gene followed them with his gaze, lingering where they had turned the corner as he thought.

He was bored. This school year would be shit for him if he had to actually attend his classes (something his mom had gotten onto him about after receiving a threat of court the previous year). If he was forced to go to those classes, he might as well have fun.

And girls from the drill team were the easiest to mess with. Most had light colored hair and very few had common sense. Gene hated to say it, but he was pretty sure ninety percent of them fit some sort of dumb blonde or ditzy girl stereotype.

Gene glanced back out at the field. Most of the girls had grabbed their bags and were beginning to head inside, but there were a few that lingered. One in particular stood on the opposite side of where he stood, hunched over her bag as she drank from her white water bottle.

She lifted her gaze and met his. Her lips curled around the straw of her water bottle and she lowered it from her lips to properly smile and wave at him. Her straightened hair was starting to frizz, but a headband prevented it from falling in her eyes. Her makeup was simply done and done in a way that highlighted her eyes. It was obvious she was already physically exhausted, but she still seemed full with life.

Gene knew who she was, and there was no doubt she also knew who he was. Gene returned her smile, though his seemed more mischievous, and waved to her as well. When she turned her head at the sound of someone trying to get her attention, Gene slipped out from under the bleachers and followed Sasha and Zenix's path.

Y/n L/n. She was a very well liked junior. Very sociable, Captain of the Silver Starlets, the kindest girl anyone would ever meet (as Gene had overheard from multiple students) and her dream was to be accepted into Juilliard's dance program and, hopefully, become a Rockette. She had a hand in practically every extracurricular the school offered to get there, but the drill team was her main focus.

Another small, minuscule detail that had held Gene's attention since he became aware of it was her dating history. She was Laurance Zvahl's ex-girlfriend, but before they started dating it had been rumored that Garroth Ro'Meave liked her. What was interesting to Gene was how close she remained to both boys after her breakup with Laurance. So close, in fact, that there was the odd student here and there that speculated she was still dating Laurance.

Gene knew they weren't. He had eyes and ears everywhere and knew one thing or another about practically every student (and a few teachers) in the student body. If someone wanted dirt on someone else, they would come to him and he would offer it so long as he was given something in return. It was how he knew so much—he exchanged knowledge for knowledge.

It'd be fun, he found himself thinking as he walked across the edge of the football field. If he messed with Y/n, he'd undoubtedly mess with her friends. Laurance, Garroth, Katelyn. There was a long list of popular kids he'd be able to humble when he messed with Y/n.

Not to mention it'd take her preppy, happy go lucky self off the idealistic pedestal she'd been put on. Gene didn't have anything scandalous on her yet, but he'd find something. He always did.

Gene smiled to himself as he pulled the doors open and stepped into the school. He had a new target.

—

"Molly, wrap this around the booth, will you?"

You held out the folded banner to Molly. The blonde nodded, taking the sparkly banner in her hands and recruiting the help of Stephanie, one of the newer Silver Starlets, to help.

You thanked her and blew out a breath, flattening the sparkly, powder blue sheet of plastic on the white table. The iridescent sheet crinkled beneath your fingers as you shifted it before Molly and Stephanie secured the banner around it. You still had to set up the sign that would go over the booth, and . . . God, you hated first day orientation.

You grabbed a small towel from your duffel beneath the table and dabbed at the perspiration gathering on your upper lip and forehead. It was unnaturally hot in the gym, and the thick material the Silver Starlet outfit was made of was not a good match for it. Not to mention the scratchy cowboy hat on your head and heavy makeup. You loved it, but not when you were in a room that would be crowded with freshmen.

Someone placed a pack of six water bottles on the table, and when you looked up you smiled at Laurance.

"Thanks," you said, reaching to break one of the plastic bottles away from the others. You had forgotten your own in the locker room, which was all the way across the gym and behind a booth that had already been set up. You deeply regretted that, so having Laurance bring you cold water was nice. Teony, president of student council, quickly passed by your table to drop off the countless fliers and registration forms for the Silver Starlets. "How's it going? Did you like Brazil?"

Laurance, having been adopted and living in Phoenix Drop practically his whole life, had suddenly harbored a burning desire to know where he was from the previous year. He'd asked Hayden to take an ancestry test, and when he found out his birth parents were in Brazil he begged to take a trip.

Laurance nodded, leaning against the table. "Yeah, it was really nice there. I was able to meet Luiz and Eloísa."

His birth parents. You met his gaze and smiled at him after organizing the fliers and sign up sheets on your table, straightening your posture. "Really? How were they?"

"They were . . . Nice." Laurance sounded almost hesitant. He was careful with his next words, choosing them thoughtfully. "It felt weird, though. I didn't know them and they didn't know me and it was just . . . Weird."

You nodded. You weren't sure what the full story of Laurance being put into the system was, but you could understand what he was saying to a degree. You related it to meeting a family member you'd never met in your head. Though his situation was probably vastly different.

"Are you gonna talk to them anymore at all?" you asked. He nodded.

"Yeah. I downloaded WhatsApp and got their numbers. So did Hayden, so we'll probably talk more."

"That's good. At least you can build a relationship from there." Laurance hummed. You gave him a once over, noticing he was still in his typical school uniform. "Shouldn't you be wearing your game gear, soccer captain?"

Laurance's lips curled up, clearly glad for the change in topic and mention of his new title. He saluted to you before pushing himself off your table. "You are correct. I was waiting until it got closer to the start of orientation before I did, but I guess it's close now." Laurance glanced up at the large game board on the wall, taking note of the time. "Yeah. Well, I will see you at lunch, Dancing Queen. You have B, right?"

You rolled your eyes. Dancing Queen was the stupid nickname Laurance had given you the first time saw you running drills when you had started dating. He'd used it to talk about you one too many times, and now that's how most Silver Starlet events were advertised.

"Yes, Laurance. I have B Lunch."

"Cool. So does Garroth. We'll see you then." He waved to you before pivoting on his heel and running to the boys' locker room.

You rolled your eyes again and shook your head before looking back down at the table. You rapped your fingers against the crinkly table covering, wondering what was missing.

The table was set. Molly and Stephanie had set up the banner meant to go above the booth while you were talking to Laurance. You were dressed. Your makeup was done and your hat was on. You'd added body shimmer to your collarbone and legs in the locker room. Fliers and sign up sheets were organized. Someone (probably Donna) had left her pompoms on the front corner of the table.

A lightbulb went off in your head. Coach Geter had given you a bottle of glitter confetti her daughter had made. You reached down into your duffel and grabbed it, scattering the silver and blue and lavender stars across the table.

You still felt like you were missing something, but you couldn't think of anything else. You shrugged it off after a moment, deciding that if it was something detrimental then you would recall it sooner or later.

Teony had swung by again. Well, she really slid beside you to hand you two foldable chairs before wishing you luck and walking off to the student council booth. That's how you knew it was starting soon—Teony was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

You took a deep breath, waiting for the freshmen to start trickling into the gym.

—

Gene let out a puff of smoke, resting his wrist against his knee. Sasha laid on her stomach in front of him, scrolling on her phone. Zenix wasn't with them. As soon as Mr. Sanders, one of the school's AP's, spotted him, he'd dragged Zenix to the ISS room. Wherever that was.

The point: only Gene and Sasha were sitting in the shaded area outside the gym.

"You know Y/n?" Gene's question broke the comfortable silence between the two of them. Sasha let her phone fall into the grass and stared at him for a moment before responding.

"Obviously. She's in my homeroom." Sasha blinked at Gene. It reminded him of a cat. "Why?"

"Curious."

Sasha raised a brow, adjusting so she could prop the weight of her head against her hand. "Why?" she repeated. Gene huffed.

"I just thought she'd be fun to mess with."

Sasha was almost even more appalled. Her eyebrows rose so high they disappeared behind her bluntly cut bangs. "Y/n? As in Y/n L/n? Y/n L/n as in the single nicest, sweetest, brightest girl in school."

"Precisely."

Sasha scoffed, lifting her phone back up and turning her attention to it. "That's ambitious even for you, Gene. You have nothing on her."

"Yet," he corrected, a sly smile playing at his lips. "I'll find something."

"Good luck because there's nothing to find. She really is as nice and perfect as she appears at school."

"And you know that how?"

Sasha exhaled, thinking as she typed away on her phone. "We had English together last year and got paired up a lot. We worked in the maker space and she really was one of the best people I've met."

"So you're friends with her?"

Sasha hummed, crinkling her nose. "Acquaintances, really.”

"So you can start a friendship with her. Bring her around every now and then and it'll all fall into place."

Sasha laughed again, glancing at Gene. "You're funny."

"It'll be easy, Sash." Gene rolled his eyes, inhaling another puff of smoke before blowing it out. "She's one of the drill girls. She's probably all . . . Ditzy and what not. She'll be easy to manipulate."

"Sure." Sasha pushed herself to her knees, lifting her arms to stretch and pop her back. "We have B Lunch, right?"

"Yeah," Gene mused. He watched Sasha lift herself to her feet and stretch again. She grabbed her bag and hoisted it onto her shoulders.

"I'm gonna go get food. I'll meet you at the lounge, 'kay?"

Gene hummed in acknowledgement, grabbing his phone from where it sat beside him and scrolling through Instagram. He didn't watch Sasha go back inside the gym, instead choosing to rest the cigarette between his lips as he searched your name in the search bar.

He found your account immediately. Followed by dantes_infernoes, laurmanz and 157 others, it said beneath your URL. He didn't know who the 157 others might have been, but he could take a guess at a couple.

He clicked on your profile. He didn't follow, you—not yet, anyway—he just clicked through your highlights and scrolled through your posts. You didn't post much about yourself. Most of it was about an upcoming Silver Starlets performance or someone else. The only post mostly centered around you he saw on your profile was a homecoming post from last year. Most others were of scenery or taken with friends.

Laurance was on your arm in most of the homecoming pictures. When Gene looked at the comments, he only found three (from Laurance, Katelyn, and your mom) and saw the words comments on this post have been limited.

Interesting. None of your other posts had that.

Gene looked at the clock. First Day orientation was ending soon, and after lunch he'd only have two and a half hours of the school day left. He doubted he'd have any classes with you, seeing as you were a junior and he was a senior, so if he wanted to do anything today he'd have to do it now.

He pushed himself off the floor and snuffed his cigarette out on the brick wall before dropping it in the grass. He pocketed his phone and made his way to the gym doors.

You'd be in there, right?

—

You watched as your younger sister tried, and failed, to take the table covering off the foldable table without getting the confetti on it everywhere.

Julie failed miserably, and you snickered as she trudged across the gym and returned with a broom and dustpan. She picked the confetti up as you finished folding the plastic covering.

"You can go to lunch after," you said, nodding to the gym doors. "I'll take your trash and stuff."

Julie sighed, her shoulders falling. "Can't I eat with you and your friends?"

You exhaled, tilting your head at her. "Julie."

"I'm serious, Y/n! I haven't talked to anyone and I'm scared because what if they know I'm here on scholarship?"

You deadpanned. "With how loud you're being they definitely will." You had meant for it to be a lighthearted jest, but the panic that speared across Julie's expression made you rethink. "It's not a big deal that you got a scholarship, Jules. Lots of people did."

"None of your friends did . . ."

That's not the point, Julie." You crossed your arms, leaning back against the table. "Find some of the robotics kids and talk to them. I'm sure they'd love to be your friend."

"But what if they're stinky?"

You glared at her. "Then you have no right to complain about not having friends. Now go to lunch. You only have a couple minutes left now."

You rolled your eyes when she begrudgingly turned and sulked her way out of the gym. You loved her with all your heart, but Jesus.

The two of you didn't have the same lunch anyway, so it's not like she could have sat with you.

You sighed, looking back at the drill team booth. The plastic covering was now folded and ready to use for another event, but the banner hanging above the table was still up. And unfortunately, Molly and Stephanie had already left for lunch, leaving you to take it down by yourself.

Lucky you.

It was only after you found yourself standing on a chair, terrified of falling, and awkwardly holding the weight of the banner that you realized this was a two person job. Most everyone else had already cleaned up their booths and the ones that hadn't were in the locker rooms changing back into their school uniforms, so you were basically stuck unless you could figure out how to do this yourself.

You cursed under your breath, taking your hat off with a hand you managed to free and tossing it down. It landed on the floor, but you didn't care. You'd pick it up and dust it off in a moment.

"Need any help?"

You hummed glancing down to where the voice came from. Gene stood there. He was fairly tall, taller than you, so you found it amusing that you were looking down at him.

Now, you knew Gene. You were dating Laurance during his whole Shadow Knight phase and were practically an eyewitness to some of the bad, not to mention illegal, things he did. All reason pointed to you refusing his help, but . . . Well, how long were you really willing to hold up this banner by yourself?

"Yes, please," you said, glancing up at the other side. It looked like it would topple over and rip the fabric in half any moment. "Can you grab that side and unlatch it?"

Gene nodded, taking one long stride to the other side of the table. He reached up, hands wrapping around the pole, and lifted it from its confines. You did the same on your side, and Gene stepped closer to you and held out his hand to steady you as you stepped down from the chair.

You thanked him, letting go of his hand and handing him the pole in your other. "Hold this for a second?"

Gene complied, holding both metal rods together. You reached up and properly folded the banner, trying to stand even higher on your tiptoes to wrap it around itself.

"Watch your head," you warned, after which Gene slightly ducked to avoid being hit by either the banner or you. Once you had the fabric wrapped around the rods like a roll, you smiled at Gene. "Thank you so much, I can take it from here."

Gene returned your smile, though the way his lips curled made you think his intent was malicious. "No, I insist on helping. What else can I do for you?"

"Um . . ." Your eyes slightly widened, like an owl's, and you glanced around. There was one or two small things, but you could do that on your own. But you didn't want to seem rude by refusing his help . . . "Help me with the table?" you suggested.

He nodded, and you set the banner and rods down to help him turn the white table on its side and fold the legs in. You pointed him to where it should go, and once he lifted it you took hold of the banner and rods again.

You'd come back for the plastic sheet and your hat. But if Gene saw you were gone from the place, he'd probably go on with his day and you wouldn't have to talk to him again.

Clearly, your logic was flawed. It wasn't long before you felt the weight of the back half of the banner being lifted, and when you turned you saw Gene following behind you. He had your hat and the iridescent sheet in his other hand, and he flashed you another smile. You returned it with another tentative one of your own before turning your head and accepting your fate.

You knocked on the door to Coach Geter's office. It was locked, of course, and she was eating lunch so you were surprised by how fast she opened it. She didn't normally like being taken from any off time she had.

You beamed at her. Geter took note of the banner in your hands and pointed to an empty corner in the office before turning back to her computer.

"See you later, Y/n," she called after you once you and Gene walked out. You smiled and waved at her before fully closing the door.

Gene held your silver and blue cowboy hat out to you. You met his gaze as you tentatively took it, holding it against your stomach.

"Thank you," you said, smiling sweetly at him. "And thank you for helping me take down the booth. I was scared the banner was going to rip and then you just . . . appeared."

Gene nodded, leaning against the wall behind him. "It's not a problem. I'm always one to help someone in need, especially a pretty girl like you."

You hummed, though it was more of a courtesy than an actual response. You got told you were pretty all the time—it was all people ever noticed—but you doubted the sincerity when Gene said it. Laurance had told you how Gene worked. He would always butter up his victim by complimenting them and pretending to be clueless about what he knew.

"Well, thank you anyway. I appreciate it."

You pivoted on your heel to walk away, but Gene's voice stopped you. "I didn't get your name."

You chuckled, turning your head back to him. "Don't pretend you don't know who I am, Gene. I certainly know who you are."

His eyebrows raised. He'd hoped you'd play along. "What if I really didn't know your name?"

You rolled your eyes. "Please. You used to be friends with Laurance. I'm fairly positive he talked about me, not to mention Coach Geter literally just said it. Besides, even if Laurance didn't or you didn't hear, it'd be crazy if someone like you, who knows everything about everyone, didn't know my name."

He smirked, but this one had no malicious intent. He seemed amused. "Touché. Well, I will see you later, Y/n."

You hummed again, hoping that you wouldn't see him again for the rest of the school year. You didn't say anything else as you walked away. You only turned back when you reached the locker room doors, and you saw that Gene had already left. You watched for a moment as Laurance crossed the gym, jogging to reach the cafeteria before it got too full for B lunch.

You shrugged to yourself, letting the door slam loudly behind you as you entered the locker room.

—

"It was so weird," you said to Katelyn, tucking your undershirt into your skirt. "He didn't seem nearly as bad as people make him out to be."

"That's because he was trying to get you," Katelyn said. She sat on one of the benches in the center of the room, scrolling on her phone as she waited for you to finish putting on your uniform. "That's how Laurance got indoctrinated to join the Shadow Knights last year."

You exhaled, looking into the mirror on the inside of your locker to wipe off any remaining red lipstick. "I know that, but . . . I don't know. It was just a weird encounter." You grabbed your backpack and shouldered it, closing your locker and clicking the lock shut. "Oh, and do not tell Laurance. I don't need him up my ass about this."

"Whatever you say." Katelyn glanced up at the sound of your locker shutting, pocketing her phone and standing with you. She walked in front of you and held the door to the gym open for you, and the two of you kept walking side by side. "I won't tell Laurance, but that's not to say someone else—say, Gene—won't tell him. You know he likes starting drama."

"Oh, my God. You're talking like my mom when she found out I was dating Laurance. 'Boys are nothing but drama and only want to impregnate you.' It's not that serious, Katelyn. We talked for less than five minutes. I mean it's not like I'm going to date Gene."

Katelyn laughed, holding the gym door open for you again. You stepped forward, thankful for the long sleeves and fleece tights of your uniform because of how cold the school hallways were. "Whatever. Your mom knows what's up."

"Says the girl approaching her one year with her boyfriend."

"Jeffory's a good guy." Katelyn playfully hit your shoulder. "He would never impregnate me, plus my dad likes him."

You hummed in faux disbelief, scrunching your nose and looking over at your friend. "I don't know . . . You guys got kinda freaky at the movies that one time."

"Oh, my God, that was one time and we just made out!"

The both of you burst out laughing and dropped the subject there. You spent the rest of your walk to the cafeteria comparing schedules, finding out you had four (technically five, if you included athletics despite being on different teams) classes together.

The school lunch was always something to marvel at. It was significantly better than the provided lunch at your public school in Scaleswind or any other lunch you'd ever had. Though, good food was a given since Phoenix Drop High was a privately funded school.

And the good food was was free to you. Thank the Lord for scholarships.

You led Katelyn to the circular table Laurance and Garroth had commandeered and sat next to her. Seven of the eight seats at the table were taken, and the empty one was next to you. Dante, who had been previously sitting by a timid boy with white hair, swiftly switched to the empty seat beside you.

"Watch this, Travis." Dante turned to you, a flirty smirk playing at his lips. You raised your brows expectantly as you speared your fork through the pasta on your plate, waiting for whatever idiotic thing he was going to say. "Hey, baby, are you a freezer? Cause I wanna stick my meat in you."

"OH MY GOD."

"EW!"

"Dante Lars Accardi!"

"You are fifteen!"

"What is wrong with you?"

You coughed, shoving Dante away from you so hard he fell out of the seat.

"Do not talk to me ever again," you said, shaking your head. You reached beneath you for your backpack, unzipping the main compartment and digging around for something you'd made just in case something like this happened.

You pulled out a decorated jar. There was a pink ribbon wrapped around the lip and you had bedazzled it to say 'd-bag jar.' Garroth saw what it said and giggled.

"You actually did that?" he asked, nodding to the jar.

"Yes! Because I had a vision of the future and saw this happening." You uncapped the jar and set it on the table. "Fifteen dollars in the jar, Dante."

"What?" he yelled.

"Fifteen dollars," you repeated more firmly, motioning to the bedazzled jar. Dante heavily sighed, grabbing his wallet. "New rule guys; any time anyone says anything like are you a freezer cause I wanna stick my meat in you"—you side eyed Dante as he begrudgingly put a ten and five ones into the jar—"or does something a douchebag would do, you have to put money in the jar."

Katelyn laughed, but your proclamation was met by groans from Laurance and Garroth.

"When I said we should get a dirt bag jar last year I meant exclusively for Dante," Laurance groaned.

"What do you mean exclusively for me?"

"Take a guess."

"No," you said, recapping the jar and shoving it back in your bag. "It's for everyone now because I'm tired of him trying to ask me and the drill team girls out"—you pointed at Dante before moving to point at Garroth and Laurance—"and you two need to stop leading girls on just because you're hot. It's mean."

"I think it's a great idea," Katelyn said, shrugging.

"Only, because you'll never put money in it," Garroth said, rolling his eyes. "This is a rigged system. Us guys are going to end up putting more money in the jar."

You shrugged. "Maybe you shouldn't say and do jerky things."

"What are you even gonna do with the money at the end of the year?" Laurance asked.

"I was thinking we like split it among us at the end of the year or donate it," you replied, picking up pasta with your fork and putting it in your mouth.. "We'll figure it out later."

"Watch us forget about this halfway through the year," Katelyn said, chuckling softly.

"Probably," you mused. You glanced up, expecting to meet the gaze of someone you knew but instead locking eyes with the black-haired girl. You smiled sweetly at her. You had seen her with the white haired boy during the first day orientation. She was probably friends with someone else at the table. "Hi," you said to her awkwardly after a moment. "Sorry about . . . That."

She smiled at you. "It's okay. Garroth kind of warned me something like that would happen."

You hummed, glancing at Garroth. So she was one of his friends. "I'm Y/n," you said, returning your gaze to her.

"Aphmau," she said. She motioned to the white-haired boy sitting next to her. "This is Travis."

"We met Aphmau this morning and decided to invite her to sit with us," Laurance said, motioning to himself and Garroth. "And turns out Travis and Dante were already friends, so it worked out."

You hummed and turned back to Aphmau, holding her amber gaze. "Do not fall for these lunatic's smooth words and romantic gestures, Aphmau. It will end badly."

Your tone was joking, but you were speaking from experience. It wasn't that you regretted dating Laurance, you simply regretted the things that happened while you were and the effect you let it have on you. You regretted the notes that fell out of your locker and the mean words you read in your DMs and the snide comments you overheard, even if they weren't your fault.

You didn't want that to happen to anyone else.

"What?" Laurance exclaimed. "I'm not that bad. You literally dated me!"

You hummed, side eyeing him. "Seriously, it's not worth it, Aphmau. The girls here can be mean."

Aphmau let out a strained breath of amusement, glancing between you and Laurance. "Are you two . . ."

You immediately shook your head. "No. We were last year, but we ended it mutually."

A look you could only describe as relief crossed Aphmau's face, and you knew already that you were too late to warn her about the problems that came with dating someone like Laurance or Garroth. The problems that came with dating Dante, even. The popular boys that had practically every girl wrapped around their fingers.

Aphmau hummed, and let the subject drop there. She kept conversation going, though, by asking other questions about the school as a whole. Travis jumped in with a comment or question of his own every now and then, but the rest of the lunch hour was spent simply getting to know the new freshmen.

You walked with Aphmau to her sixth period when the bell signalling lunch was over rang. You found out you had the same class as her (art, along with Garroth and Laurance) and sat with her at one of the tall tables. The four of you spent most of the period talking, since Mr. Smith led a fairly self guided art class.

You departed from the group for seventh period English. You knew Katelyn had the same class you did, so you waited for her outside the door so you could pick seats together. It took a moment, since her sixth period was practically across the campus, but you nearly ran into a silver-haired girl when you gave up on waiting and decided to walk into the class.

"Oh, Sasha!" you said, smiling at her. She looked up and returned your smile with a genuine one of her own when she saw you.

"Hey," she said. You knew Sasha was affiliated with Gene, but you liked her. Even with Laurance breathing down your neck about how terrible of a person she supposedly was, you considered her a friend. "Looks like we have English together again."

"Yeah." You nodded. Lucky for you, there was a group of three seats open. You set your bag in one to save it for Katelyn. "Katelyn has this class, too, but she's basically in another world right now." You laughed, settling into the desk beside Sasha.

"I don't think I've ever actually talked to Katelyn," Sasha said, setting her bag beneath her desk and leaning forward. She ran a hand thorough her straight hair. Her purple eyes were lined with dark eyeliner and she wore black lipstick. That paired with the paleness of her skin made you think she looked like a hauntingly beautiful ghost. "I don't think she likes me."

You shrugged. "Katelyn doesn't like a lot of people. I'm sure once she gets to know you she will."

Sasha smiled kindly. "That's good to know.”

Katelyn strolled into the class not long after. You moved your bag to beneath your desk so she could sit in the empty seat, and she greeted Sasha with a somewhat hesitant greeting.

It wasn't long until you were out in the field again, working with Hannah to straighten her legs when she did a high kick. You were thankful when practice ended you could finally go home. You could use the sleep after the long day.

Julie had already been picked up. You had texted your mom to let her know practice had finished and were now waiting on the bleachers to see her car lights pull up. You scrolled through your phone, thinking back to the offhanded comment you had made to Laurance, Garroth, and Aphmau in Art.

"I think I'm gonna try being more active on Instagram this year," you'd said. "Try to preserve memories."

Because of that, you spend the better half of the next fifteen minutes scrolling through your camera roll for a photo of the drill team. You found one with you and four other girls (the lieutenants) looking out at a football field and decided to use that.

You heard a car horn honk, and when you looked up you saw that your mom had rolled down the car window to wave to you. You smiled and stood up, running across the field with your bag to reach the car.

"How was school?" she asked, driving off once you secured your seatbelt.

"Good," you said. "I think Julie hates it, though."

Your mom laughed. "She definitely has . . . strong feelings about it. She told me that no one likes her, but you know how she tends to over exaggerate things."

You nodded. "I know. She's worried kids are gonna find out she's here on scholarship."

"Don't they know you are?"

"Yes! And once they find out she's my sister, they'll immediately know she is, too." You rolled your eyes, leaning against the center console to lightly press the top of your head to your mom's upper arm. "Oh, well. You can only do so much, I guess. What's for dinner?"

"Dad ordered Chick-fil-a to congratulate Julie for getting a scholarship and you for making Silver Starlet Captain." She smiled at you.

"Is he gonna be home tonight?" you asked, lifting your head. You mom shook her head.

"He will later. He's out fixing an AC unit right now."

You hummed. Your mom noticed the saddened tone and glanced over at you. She removed her right hand from the steering wheel and took hold of yours, running her thumb over your knuckles. "He'll be home tomorrow morning for sure. He said he wanted to drive you and Julie to school."

You nodded. "Okay."

She gave your hand once last squeeze before returning her hand to the wheel. The rest of the car ride was silent, only the soft sound of pop music coming through the car speakers.

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