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maladaptive-jcb · 8 months

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Chapter 11: Newfound Love

Jamie x female!reader

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Click here for chapter 10 if you missed it

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I rush to the door as soon as I hear the first knock.

"I'm here! Are you in there?" His voice muffled on the other side.

"I'm coming," I yell back while scrambling to unlock the door.

The door opens to Adrian standing in front of me. His shoulders and glasses are glistening with raindrops from the drizzle outside. Although his glasses are smudged, the look of concern in his eyes is evident.

The walls I put up crumbles immediately and I fall towards him for a hug. He rubs my back when he hears my silent sobs.

"It's alright, tell me what happens," he says.

I pull away from the hug and wipe my tears. "Come in, let's sit."

We make our way to my couch and we talk through the hours until midnight passed. Adrian listens attentively, nodding and providing constant reassurance the whole night as I tell him everything that happened between me and Jamie. Especially the fight.

"I just can't believe he would do this. I really thought we were going strong, you know?" I sniffle as I pull another tissue from the box Adrian brought. "Like, we were so attuned to each other and we tell each other everything. Now it just feels like my thoughts aren't important anymore," I confess, feeling hurt.

"I get it. Changes in relationships is always so difficult. You think you guys have it together and the next, nothing feels real anymore," he expresses.

I give a quick disheartened laugh. "Relationship... I don't even know what we are to be honest."

Adrian shifts himself in his seat and says, "Whatever you guys are, I still think he really cares about you though, y/n."

"I don't know, Adrian," I shake my head.

"He came to the class today, didn't he? You said he had other stuff to do beforehand but he did show up," he reminds me. "Not to mention, all the support he gave you."

My mind goes back to the image of his face, supportive and genuinely smiling from the corner of the class.

"I guess so," my heart softens at the thought. Yet, I quickly shake my head again trying to reiterate my viewpoint. "But that doesn't mean what he did wasn't wrong. He should've talked to me first," I protest.

"Of course, you're right. A decision like that should be communicated and made together," Adrian agrees. "But do you really think he did that to hurt you on purpose?"

"I don't know. I don't think so," I admit, my voice tinged with a mixture of longing and frustration.

"I really think you should hear what he has to say first. Give him a chance," Adrian tries to convince me.

"I don't know if I can. What if he decides that he doesn't want me weighing him down anymore? What if he chooses his music over me," my emotions well up causing more tears to fall.

"What if he was scared of losing you too? What if that was the reason he was trying to hide the decision from you?" Adrian's voice gentle, proposing a new perspective.

"Well, you don't know that," I sigh, resting my head against the couch.

"Neither do you," Adrian places his hand on my shoulder, "Y/n, there's still time for you guys to talk about this."

For a moment, I stay silent. I try to process my emotions and the situation with Jamie after the conversation with Adrian. Adrian has opened up a lot of possibilities that could happen through his wisdom and reassurances. Will I still have a chance to fix things up with Jamie?

"You've fallen for him, haven't you?" Adrian asks again, breaking the silence. His gaze is steady.

"What, you mean like, in love? I never said that," I blurt out in defense.

"Oh my sweet y/n... You didn't have to. Anyone can see it," he says, raising his eyebrows. "So, have you? Fallen for him?"

I dab my eyes up with more tissues. Squinting at Adrian at his attempt to be humorous even in serious moments. I think of a witty response, something to playfully deflect his question, but my words falter. Despite my efforts, silence hangs in the air as I struggle to form a coherent response.

Adrian now grabs both of my hands in his. "You should tell him," he urges.

A sense of clarity begins to form within me. It becomes clear that our priorities were skewed because neither of us truly understood our feelings for each other. Jamie has every right to prioritize his passion, but he also needs to know where I stand emotionally. This realization starts dawning on me and I feel determined to turn things around.

But just as I decided to commit to this decision, my heart sinks once again. "I'm scared," I admit, the weight of choice heavy in my chest. My hands tremble in Adrian's grasp, making him hold them tighter, offering reassurance through his grip.

"Y/N," Adrian's voice is gentle but firm, "Jamie is not Aaron. You know that."

His words cut through the fear and doubt. He's right. Despite the disagreement and the anger that fractured our connection, I still know Jamie. He holds a special place in my heart and that's what truly matters.

"Adrian, I need one more favour," my voice trembles.

"Of course. What is it?"

"I need you to drive me."

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"Are you sure I don't have to wait?" Adrian asks as I stand outside Jamie's apartment building. The sky has cleared up but the cold air still makes me shiver.

"I'll be fine. It'll be a long talk and it's late. If there's anything I need, I have you on speed dial," I wave my phone up to convince him.

"Alright, I'll leave once I see you walk into the building. You go ahead."

I nod and walk towards the entrance door and buzz for Jamie.

Nothing.

Concerned, I turn back to Adrian who looks just as puzzled, to where I respond with a helpless shrug. I reach to buzz for the second time but stop as I hear his voice.

"Who is it?" His voice tired and weak. My heart leaps into my throat, feeling the nerves suddenly hitting me hard.

"Hey, it's me. Can you let me in?" I respond back.

There's a bit of silence for a while that the pounding of my heart becomes louder in my eardrums. Please. Please let me in.

"It's open. You can come up," he says finally.

I sigh a sound of relief. I reach for the building door and wave to Adrian, signalling him that everything is all good. His expression shows relief and he waves back before he drives off.

The elevator ride feels longer than usual, my restlessness growing more apparent. Despite having all the time to think in the wait, I still have no idea what to say. Now standing in front of his door, I exhale. With a shaky hand, I knock on Jamie's door.

The door opens and Jamie stands there, his figure towering over me looking tired and weary.

"Hey," he says softly.

"Hey. Sorry I woke you up, I really need to talk to you," keeping my voice steady.

"It's okay. I wasn't sleeping. Come in," he steps aside to let me in.

I step inside as he closes the door after me. The awkward tension between us is heavy. I find myself fidgeting still trying to figure out the right things to say.

I swallow the lump in my throat and finally opens my mouth but stops as Jamie try to utter a word at the same exact moment too. My cheeks feel hot as the awkwardness creeping in again.

Jamie raises his hand and say, "It's okay, you go ahead."

"Jamie, I-" I stutter yet trying to keep my voice steady, "I didn't mean to behave so poorly before. I want to apologize for storming off like that."

Jamie's gaze is weary, the hurt is still visible in him. "I know. Thank you for apologizing, y/n but... I understand that I hurt you too. I shouldn't have kept this for so long," he takes a step closer towards me, "I should've told you earlier."

I glance to the floor, not making eye contact.

"But, why didn't you? I was with you every day, you could've said something," my voice carries the hurt as I speak.

"Y/N, the only reason we were together is because of the studio. Because we were creating art together. What if-" his voice breaking as he stops but presses himself to continue, "What if you don't want to be with me anymore after I leave?"

My heart drops as I hear the words. I reach my hand out to his and move closer to where he stands. "Jamie, I can't believe you think that. The studio is where we met but I want to be with you because you're an amazing guy," I try to meet his gaze and a glimmer of hope begins to show in his eyes. "You make me laugh, you brighten up my day just for being there and you make me feel like I can finally be myself- even on my worst days. God, Jamie! I would hate my day if I never get to see you."

His tired eyes start twinkling and a smile curls up his lips. "Really? You mean that?"

"Every word."

"I'm sorry with the way I handled things. I promise I'll communicate better next time. I know I've hurt you and I don't want to do that again," he reassures me.

"Thank you. You really scared me, you know? I thought I was losing you to your music and I've became a distraction somehow and I-"

"Don't you say that. Don't you ever say that, y/n. You're so important to me you don't even know," he cuts me off, voice steady and clear.

"Okay, I'm sorry," I say weakly.

"No, I'm sorry for making you feel that way in the first place. I was foolish and insensitive," his gaze locks onto mine.

"Okay, Jamie. I forgive you," I say as emotions welling up on me. "And I really don't want to seem like I'm not supporting your music because I really do think you're talented. I do believe that you'll do great. I was just scared of losing you."

"Oh, y/n I'm so glad to hear that. You don't know how much this means to me. Thank you. And you will never lose me. I want nothing more but to be with you."

"I want to be with you too," I reach forward to embrace him. He responds by holding me closer and stroking my hair to comfort me.

"Hey, Jamie..." I say again as my nerves resurfacing. I try to calm myself by fiddling the material on Jamie's shirt, twisting my finger around in it.

"What is it?" He notices the change in my tone and meeting my gaze again.

"Jamie, I..." and with mustering up all the courage I have left, I finish my sentence. "I love you."

Jamie's eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment he doesn't say anything. "Really?" he finally says, his voice soft.

"Yes, I don't know when or how it happened, but it did," I say, feeling the heat creeping up to my cheeks.

Jamie stands there, his grin widening. Something about it is different now. It's as if he just found out that he won a lottery.

"Well, don't just stand there, say something!" Feeling a little tense and annoyed at him.

He starts giggling, "Hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"I love you too," he says, brushing a strand of hair off of my face.

A wave of relief washes over me, and I can't help but exhale a breath that I didn't realize I was holding.

"I was so afraid you wouldn't feel the same way," I admit, my heart still racing.

His grin turns into a warm smile. "Believe me, I've been feeling the same way for a while now. I just didn't know how to tell you."

The heat rises to my cheeks even stronger. "Well, I guess I beat you to it," I give a small chuckle. "So what do we do now?"

"We'll see where this takes us. And we'll do it together," he voice firm but gentle.

"Together," I say, looking up at him. "Please don't ever scare me like that again."

"I promise. I'll show you in whatever I do to remind you that you're never a distraction to me, y/n. Your presence in my life is a gift, and I never want you to doubt that."

My heart feels full and I lean my face into his chest, finding comfort into his embrace. The weight of our conversation lifts off my shoulders, feeling glad that we took the chance to talk through our issues. He responds by pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.

I finally let out a yawn. The exhaustion hitting me all at once. After everything, it's only now that I realize just how tired I am. My eyelids drooping heavier.

"It's late. Let's get some sleep. Come on, you can crash here tonight," Jamie suggests, noticing my exhaustion.

"Okay. Can you stay with me in bed again?" my voice soft as I take his hand leading me into the bedroom.

"Of course," he smiles.

He climbs onto the bed next to me after turning off the light and pulls the cover for both of us. I snuggle in closer to him and feeling my eyelids fall.

"Goodnight, love," he says as he gives me one last forehead kiss for the night.

I smile, even though he can't see it, the happiness and peace within me radiating out. We both feel it. The undeniable connection and mutual feelings that were finally expressed between us. It's an understanding that no words need to be spoken for. With the comfort, I let my eyelids grow heavy and drift into a peaceful sleep.

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I shift my body and turn, instinctively reaching my arm out only to realize that Jamie isn't beside me. I then notice Jamie across the room from the gentle glow of the filtered light illuminating through the curtains. My gaze follows him as he moves about, getting dressed. He slips off his shirt silently, his back turned to me. I can't help but admire the sight before me—his broad shoulders, the graceful curve of his spine, the beautifully toned muscles that define his back. It's a view I've seen before, but it feels different now. There's a newfound intimacy between us. He's not just a distant figure; he's someone I can now call mine, and that realization adds a layer of depth to everything I see.

After a couple of minutes of me gazing at him, Jamie finally seems to notice, probably catching my reflection in the mirror in front of him. "Hey, you're up," he says, turning towards me.

Taken aback, I feel my face heat up, realizing just how intently I've been staring. I quickly avert my gaze away from his eyes. "Yeah, I uh-" stumbling on my words.

"What's wrong, love?" He tilts his head in concern.

"Nothing, it's just..." My attempt to explain trails off as I find myself making full eye contact with the floor, feeling rather foolish.

Jamie seems to follow my gaze and then realizing him being shirtless as he looks down at himself. "Oh-" A soft chuckle escapes him as he seems to understand what's happening. He sits on the bed slowly and gently lifts my chin up to meet his gaze. "You know, you can look," he teases with mischief in his eyes.

My embarrassment only intensifies, and I feel like my face is burning up. Eventually, I finally find the courage to lock my eyes with his. "Really? It's not weird?"

"Not at all. I'm flattered," his gaze lowers to my lips.

A warm smile begins to form on my face, and I decide to act on the impulse. I close the inches of gap between our faces and presses my lips to his. Almost instantly, he responds to it and deepens the kiss. His hands slowly slide up to my neck and pulling it closer towards him. I lose myself with the sensation of his lips for a while and when we finally pull away, I feel breathless and dizzy with the newfound desire between us.

"Wow," he says.

"Yeah..." I breathe out. "I'm definitely awake now."

Jamie chuckles and reaches for a clean shirt, putting it on. "I'm gonna make us some coffee, love."

"Thanks," I smile. "And I love when you call me that by the way," I add.

"Oh, call you what?" he asks.

"Love," I say with a shy grin.

"Ah... that. You know, I only say what I feel. Plus, it suits you," he winks before heading to the kitchen. I hear the coffee machine works and Jamie's low humming with it. He sounds as beautiful as ever.

My heart swells. I know we still have a lot to work on, but this moment right here makes me realize that I don't want to give up what we have just yet. I won't let my past fear haunts me in my present anymore.

Chapter 12

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I told you guys it was gonna get better!

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insomniacwriter17 · 10 months

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Saved from the Flames - Chapter Eight

“When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.” --Richard Kadrey

Billy Hargrove is 9 years old. He tries his best to be the son his father wants him to be - quiet, respectful, and obedient. But Neil just pushes harder and harder, all in the name of raising a "strong man". When Billy is removed from his father's custody and placed in foster care, it takes some time for him to realize his world is no longer burning around him. New experiences, new people, new opportunities all make Billy realize there's a whole lot more to life than respect and responsibility.

AKA: The story of how Bob Newby became a real life superhero for one little boy who needed saving.

Inspired by this post I saw from @connordax

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After a quick lunch, Billy scurried off to his room to play with his new toys. “Remember, Ms. Gabby’s coming by in a little bit to check in!” Bob called down the hallway after him. “She’ll want to see all your new toys.”

“Yes, sir!” Billy called over his shoulder, already busy tugging all of Mr. Potato Head’s accessories out of the package so he could build the toy. For the first time in a long time, Billy felt content. He was still scared that his dad was in jail, but so far, Bob hadn’t been that bad. He wasn’t scary, his house was nice, and Billy actually maybe kind of liked it here.

Three meals in a row now, Bob had asked Billy what he wanted to eat. When Billy said he didn’t like tomatoes, Bob simply…didn’t put them on his sandwich. He just asked if Billy wanted something else on it instead. And Billy tried pickles for the first time today, and he really liked them! Bob had put them on his sandwich and even gave Billy a small bowl of them on the side for him to snack on after he finished his sandwich.

Billy had toys in his room to play with, but he knew he wasn’t stuck in here. His door was open and he could hear Bob doing dishes in the kitchen. Billy knew that if he walked in there to ask Bob a question, he’d simply get an answer; no yelling, no punishment. It was a new feeling, like Billy could breathe.

He looked at the clock on his bedside table. 3:49 PM. He’d normally be getting on the bus right about now to come home from school. He did still feel a little guilty for missing school today when he wasn’t sick, but he’d gone to the doctor, so he guessed Mrs. MacDonald would understand why he wasn’t there.

Billy was busy assembling his Mr. Potato Head when he heard the doorbell ring. Perking up, the blonde scrambled to gather his new toys into his arms. Gabby had just stepped into the foyer when Billy appeared, a smile on his face and the toys cradled against his chest. “Hi, Billy!” Gabby greeted, smiling at him. “What are all these?”

“Mr. Bob took me to the toy store after the doctor,” Billy explained proudly. “I got stickers, too!” He looked at Bob with a hopeful smile. “Did you tell her I did good?”

Bob chuckled good-naturedly. “I hadn’t gotten the chance yet,” he told Billy. “You came crashing in to show off toys before I could tell her!” He’d meant it as a joke, but clearly it didn’t land that way. Immediately, Billy seemed to deflate, his cheeks turning pink as he looked down at his socked feet.

“Sorry,” Billy squeaked. The two syllables landed hard and Bob felt himself scrambling to fix the situation.

“No, buddy, it’s okay!” Bob promised, reaching out to pat Billy’s shoulder. Neither adult missed how he initially flinched away from Bob’s hand before seeming to relax. “I was just teasing you, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” When Billy looked up but didn’t say anything, Bob continued.

“Yeah, Gabby, you should’ve seen this guy. Even braver than G.I. Joe here,” Bob told her, pointing to the action figure in Billy’s arms. “He answered all of Dr. Luke’s questions, let him listen to his heart and lungs, all that stuff without any kind of fight!”

Billy bit his lip as he thought back to the car ride to the doctor when he yelled at Bob, but he didn’t mention it. If Bob was happy to overlook it, so was Billy. “He even asked me what medicine my daddy gave me and I was able to tell him,” Billy added shyly.

“My goodness, it definitely sounds like you earned those toys, Billy,” Gabby chuckled. She smiled down at the blonde, still reeling from the information she’d read from the doctor. How anybody could look at that sweet face and want to hurt him, she didn’t know. “Why don’t you and me go play with those toys for a bit, hm?”

Billy’s eyes widened and a grin pulled at his features as he gasped, “You came to play with me?”

“Of course I did!” Gabby replied, gesturing for Billy to lead the way. “Can we go play in your room? Is that okay?”

Billy nodded before pausing, looking to Bob for permission. But the man was nodding his own encouragement, saying, “Go on, I’ll entertain myself out here, don’t worry!” So with his arms full of toys, Billy shuffled back down the hall with Gabby.

It didn’t take but a moment for them to settle on the floor, Billy holding the stuffed bear in one arm while he played with the Mr. Potato Head. Gabby sat across from him, pushing a few toy cars around as she asked Billy some questions. “It looks like you got all your stuff unpacked!” she commented. “How does that feel?”

Billy shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess,” he replied. “Have you gotten to talk to my dad? How long is he going to be gone?”

Gabby gave Billy a soft, apologetic smile. “I did talk to him this morning,” she told the boy. “But I don’t know how long he’s going to be gone,” she admitted. “Your dad is going to have to talk to a judge before they make any decisions. Do you know what a judge is?”

Billy was quiet for a moment, popping Mr. Potato Head’s hat off the top of the toy’s head. “Kind of,” he replied. “We talked about it in class. They decide when people are in trouble and what they have to do to get out of trouble for breaking laws and stuff.” Confusion crossed Billy’s face, the boy’s eyebrows raising as he looked up at Gabby. “Did my dad break the law?”

“He did.” Gabby nodded but offered no further explanation, instead pointing at Billy’s shirt. “Are those the stickers you got from the doctor?”

Billy had been ready to ask how his dad had broken the law, but Gabby’s distraction worked incredibly well. “Yeah!” he grinned, pulling on his shirt so he could see the stickers. “The lady at the doctor said I did good enough that I could have both stickers! So I got a giraffe and a motorcycle!”

“Awesome!” Gabby smiled. After the room was quiet for a few moments, she chanced the big question. “So, are you settling in okay with Bob? How are you liking it?”

Billy didn’t look up from his toys, too busy rearranging Mr. Potato Head’s face with a new pair of eyes. “It’s good.” He didn’t want to say it was better than living with his dad, but he did have to admit it wasn’t terrible here. “You were right, Mr. Bob’s really nice.”

Gabby watched as Billy continued to play with his toy, not looking up at her. “He is nice, isn’t he? Do you think that you’d like to stay here while your dad is away?”

Billy was silent, his hands stilling and Mr. Potato Head had no ears. His vision blurred with tears as he stared at the toy, suddenly realizing once more what was happening. “Is it gonna be a long time?”

“I don’t know, honey,” Gabby admitted gently. “I wish I could tell you.” Billy looked up at her, his blue eyes teary and piercing. She wanted to wrap him up in a giant hug and promise everything would be okay – but she didn’t know that. She couldn’t promise that.

Billy looked back down at the teddy bear in his lap, biting his lip to keep from crying harder. This wasn’t home. This place was unfamiliar and Billy still felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yes, Bob made him food that he actually liked, and told Billy he was brave, but Billy hadn’t figured out what set him off yet.

There had to be something, and until Billy knew how to keep Bob happy, he was going to be nervous. He’d rather be home. “Billy?” Gabby’s voice was soft. “Everything okay?”

Billy’s eyes looked up at Gabby finally, but didn’t focus on her. Instead, they focused behind her. On the still open door.

On the door that stayed open last night, into the morning, and hadn’t been closed since Billy had gotten here unless Billy had closed it.

He wasn’t home, but Billy felt a little lighter here. He felt like maybe he was just a little bit in control. “I wanna stay here until I can go home with my dad,” he finally told Gabby, looking back at her again. “But don’t tell my dad I like it here, okay? I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

Gabby just smiled sadly, picking up the abandoned Mr. Potato Head ear and handing it to the boy in front of her. “You are such a good son, Billy,” she complimented with a smile. Billy brightened under the praise, taking the toy from her with a bright grin.

They played together for a few more minutes, Gabby letting Billy lead the conversation. Therefore, there wasn’t much to be said because Billy was too busy playing to talk. And then Gabby handed G.I. Joe back to Billy and said, “I should probably go talk with Bob for a minute, just so he doesn’t feel left out. Don’t you think?”

Billy took his toy back and nodded to Gabby. “Are you gonna go talk to him because you’re friends?” he wondered softly. “Because friends have to be nice to each other.” Gabby chuckled, nodding.

“Yeah, Bob and I are friends,” she agreed. “Do you want to come talk with us or keep playing?” Billy looked a bit conflicted, so Gabby added, “No one will be mad if you want to play! I’ll make sure to come see you before I leave, okay?”

Billy’s cheeks tinged pink and he grinned sheepishly at Gabby before snuggling the teddy bear closer to his chest. “I’ll be back,” Gabby promised, standing and leaving Billy to play. As she made her way down the hall, she could hear Billy moving around the room, presumably to gather more toys.

In the kitchen, Bob had brewed coffee and was waiting for Gabby. They’d done this “post-placement debrief” a few times now, and he knew she liked her coffee with sugar but no cream. Wordlessly, he slid the cup to her as she took a seat at the table. “Thank you,” she sighed, taking the cup and gesturing to Bob. “Tell me all about it. How’s it going?”

Bob took a sip of his own coffee before he answered. “It’s going well. He’s still a little strung-out, but that’s to be expected,” he shrugged. “He seems like a really sweet kid.”

Gabby nodded. “His teacher and his counselor had nothing but good things to say about him,” she told Bob. Then she smiled that knowing smile Bob recognized, and he knew she was about to say something he wouldn’t like. “He said he likes it here with you, but not to tell his dad. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

Bob shook his head, a frown pulling tight at his lips. “Oh, that’s so…” he sighed, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug. The warm glass burned his hand as he tried to figure out what to say. “Do you think he’s going to be able to visit his dad?”

Gabby tried to hide the disappointment in her voice as she replied, “Probably. Supervised, definitely, at the DPS office or the courthouse. At first, at least. We won’t start those for a week or so, if I had to guess.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Luke’s report…I just…” she shrugged. “Insane.”

“I can’t think about it,” Bob admitted. “He made it sound so normal. He asked me if I’d give him the medicine next time.”

Gabby’s face fell at Bob’s statement. “Oh, bless him,” she sighed. “Did he really do okay at the appointment?”

“Oh, yeah!” Bob insisted with a nod. “We had one little meltdown in the car on the way, but I admit I may have pushed too far. He was a trooper – didn’t fight us once.” Gabby could tell Bob was proud of the boy by the distant smile on his face, and she had to say it.

“Don’t get attached, Bob.”

Bob didn’t even try to argue that he wasn’t, because he knew it was fruitless. Every foster parent training told him not to get too attached when a kid is placed in his house, because it hurts worse when they leave. But in Bob’s mind, if he wasn’t attached, he wasn’t doing his job right. As he saw it, these kids deserve someone who cares about them enough that it hurts when they left. It always hurt, at least a little, because Bob cared so deeply for the kids he took care of.

And he could already tell it was going to hurt like hell when Billy left. “You and I both know it’s too late for that, Gabby. You’ve known me long enough.”

Gabby shrugged in defeat and took another sip of her coffee. She had a million things to do, a thousand papers on her desk to sort through, but for now, she didn’t want to leave. Bob’s house had become her favorite assignment, because the man just oozed fatherly comfort in the best way. “You’re right, I have,” she laughed. “Which is exactly why I knew you were the one for this job. Billy needs someone to be attached to him.”

Something about that statement didn’t sit right with Bob, and he gave Gabby a curious look. “You don’t think his dad’s going to try to get him back?” Gabby sighed, shrugging as she swirled the coffee in her cup.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “He’s been nothing but antagonistic today, according to the warden. The guards can barely keep him in check. They wouldn’t let me see him, and they hardly ever deny CPS caseworker visits this early in the case.” She shrugged. “His first court appearance is Monday.”

Bob took a deep breath and crossed his fingers. “Maybe he just needs the weekend to cool down.”

Gabby didn’t think that was the case, but she nodded in agreement anyway. “And until then, Billy’s got you,” she smiled.

Bob nodded, holding up his coffee cup in a half-hearted cheer. “Until then.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #ao3 #insomniacwriter17 #bob newby #sftf #cw: child abuse #foster care au #bob newby deserved better #billy hargrove deserved better

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Let Coyote catch Bob slacking…he’s gonna catch him real quick. And Hangman? Oh Coyote has some juicy stuff in him. Let this man be a thespian in some form…BOOM! Revenge

OOooooooooo honey I love a good challenge when I see one, mwaahahahahaaa (I did put in an Only The Brave reference in Bob's part, if you're a fan of Miles Teller, you've gotta watch that one)

Bob

Coyote couldn't go anywhere without the Dagger Squad snickering or giving him shit. Leave it to the best WSO in the entire unit to catch him doing something embarrassing.

But oh was he determined to get the little shit good for this.

He made his way to the rec-room with an empty Coke can in hand and the intention of pitching it the first chance he got. There was absolute silence in the rec-room......save for the snores that came from the sofa.

"Oh now what have we here?" he chuckled.

Coyote whipped out his phone and hit the record button upon finding Bob snoozing away on the couch, his glasses hanging off one side of his face and a line of drool in the cushions. It may not have been the best caught-in-the-act moment.....but better this than nothing.

Coyote chucked the can right at Bob before the can bounced off the back of his head and fell to the floor with a hollow *CLUNK!*.

"C'mon, rise and shine Sleeping Beauty!!!" Coyote said loudly.

Bob groaned and wiped the sticky grog away from his eyes along with the drool on the edge of his mouth.

"Hey while you're at it can you get rid of that for me?' Coyote chuckled.

"Just because you have a crack in your ass doesn't make you a cripple, Javy," Bob quipped, rubbing his eyes and fixing his glasses. "You get it."

Coyote chuckled and left him to his own devices. Now it was time, he figured, for Hangman to get his own.

Hangman

The showers........Javy thought. Of all the places he could catch Hangman, it'd be in the showers.

He made his way past other pilots who were coming and going and a few who unfortunately didn't have the sense to put a towel on over their clearly visible goods. One of them made a snide remark to Coyote on the way out, but Javy was quick enough to shout "put a fucking towel on" before the instigator was out of earshot.

And then he heard it........

"Gotcha," he cackled under his breath.

Oh if he thought "I'm a Slave 4 You" had been embarrassing, this was twenty times worse. The minute Coyote had heard "Oops I Did It Again" coming from the portable bluetooth speaker on the shower shelf, he had Hangman right by the balls.

Once again, Javy hit record on his phone camera. He bit his knuckles, trying to keep the laugh from flying out of his throat as he listened to Hangman singing in a high falsetto, completely off kilter, making faces as he made questionable thrusting motions with his hips.

Javy tried to choke back the laugh that was beginning to become unbearable. A squeaky gasp escaped as he clapped his hand over his mouth. That's when he saw Hangman turn towards him.

"Are you........JAVY ARE YOU FUCKING FILMING ME RIGHT NOW?!!!!"

He barely had a second to blink, let alone utter the words "oh shit" before Hangman was furiously at his heels, naked as the day he had entered this world. Coyote scrambled down the halls while the fast, furious and naked Jake Seresin chased him like an angry bull out for blood and soaked from the shower, whipping the air close to Coyote's rear with his towel.

The commotion roused the attention of the rest of the squad, poking their heads out of whatever door they had been in, only to have that glorious image seared into their memories.

"GET BACK HERE YOU WHORE!!!!!" Jake screamed as he let his towel fly.

Bob and Rooster quickly whipped out the cameras once again, not wanting to pass up this sight. "What is with these morons?" Phoenix questioned.

"I don't know," Maverick sighed with exasperation. "All I know is that time-out commences at fifteen hundred.....or whenever those two run out of breath."

#top gun maverick #javy coyote machado #robert bob floyd #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #coyote's revenge #dagger squad antics

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indiiglow · 2 years

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Okay ramble time!

To preface this, unlike you gremlins I tried my best to be a good captain on my first time through, so here's how that went.

I fixed life support. This choice was honestly a guess knowing how things in Mark's universe go. I was kinda leaning more towards extinguishing the fire so damn I got lucky with that one lol

Woke up all the crew and we just. Made it to the planet. So you can imagine my surprise when Lady comes in in Go Towards the Light and yells at me about all the people I've killed. ???????

So at this point I start to realize what the fuck is going on. Obviously our chance at finding the warp core by continuously jumping in again is abysmally small, so I call an emergency meeting.

Aand here's where things go wrong (?). I Pop 'er in Reverse. But honestly just because this made more sense to me, like it feels like the kinda crazy solution that would work (which. I still don't see why we just randomly blew up like we hit a damn invisible wall in a videogame but go off I guess). But hey I do think this route is way better than distress signal so!

So we send a distress signal 🙄. Cue utter confusion. N. noir universe? Lady dimitrescu? Wha t??? But throwing down your weapons is obviously more reasonable so I go with that.

HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO YELL AT MY SCREEN THAT IM NOT TRYING TO DESTROY THE UNIVERSE, I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIX IT!!!!

Then the door says dark and I open it knowing it's an obvious trap but the brainrot's too strong. (Things get fun and horror-y tho). And then it brings up Yancy so I open it again.

Don't care about the warp core so I don't open it a third time lol

Being honest, We've Never Been Here Before, but this is basically meaningless. We've apparently got some combat skills tho lmao

Part 2!

Kind of lost my mind at that beginning sequence. And then the choice reference didn't help.

So obviously horror. From there on I had a clear goal in mind, which was what Old Mark said, to tell him he can't go back.

We're apparently just guessing now, so I decided to always go right because I like the direction better.

So... still under the assumption that it's all very meta and it's Actor, I said he looks a lot like Markiplier... But like I wasn't wrong so?? The heist look punched me in the fuckin face tho

So right we go again! Seeing what was beyond the door this time, I foolishly chose to open it, thinking that time and space might still mean something skdjdkgjf

Of course, nostalgia got to me, I chose to comfort Mark 🙄

Years of training prepared me for this, so when I saw the third option pop up I scrambled to tell him he can't go back!

Intervene bc I dunno. Bandit cool. And I'm trying to save people here I guess

Right! Jim! We'll ignore me backtracking there for a minute it didn't matter anyway. These choices are starting to feel increasingly meaningless.

Next up is Left. Apparently we're in the DDLC universe now?? Left again. (Just bad choices all around, all the cool stuff was on the other side)

One last left. Here We Are- wait wrong universe. That slow, greyish travel through the wormhole even felt final. Istg that little piano tune in the background gave me a heart attack every time. I cannot explain to you the feelings when I stepped through that door to see the core room. That were promptly interrupted by a fire extinguisher to the face 😳

So after repeating 'you'll just continue the loop' at my screen ten times in increasing desperation, I was finally allowed to make a choice. And I wasn't exactly sure what would happen, but I knew Hold On had to be it.

I was completely unphased by Mark yelling at me because I knew I made the right choice the moment I made it (also, I'm impressed with y/n's quick thinking lol). And then THE ACTUAL WKM MUSIC KICKED IN FOR REAL AND IFHFKVVCJGK

But basically my thoughts during that scene went something like 'yeah I know you're tired you idiot but it's fine I fixed it, at least you finally realized your mistake', completely, and utterly exasperated. The relief was immesurable stepping out of that pod in the end though. Like I genuinely had a hard time believing that it was actually over, I kept expecting the reality to glitch but no, that was really it. Fuck. And then honestly my brain was just too mush to even process Dark

And that's it. I'd say I'm a pretty good captain all things considered 😌

If you've read this far what are you even doing with your life

#iswm #in space with markiplier #Markiplier #indi's night talk #hope the read more works fkshgkfkf #I liveblogged the second part so #but I was kinda vague abt which choices I made so here u go

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mlobsters · 9 months

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supernatural s7e1 meet the new boss (w. sera gamble)

is this the first time they've used slow ride? i've thought about doing an edit to it because it's very spn/them/dean. the only thing i liked about the part of the new top gun movie i watched was how they used it in the bar. ha (#i have a hardon for fighter jets and fast bikes like anyone else but come on) slow ride. sleazy.

excessive zoom made me laugh the first time too

CASTIEL Sam, you have nothing to say to me; you stabbed me in the back.

lol. god in this fucking tan trench coat

CASTIEL I thought the answer was free will. But I understand now. You need a firm hand. You need a father. And I am your father now. Be obedient, children.

sorry i just keep laughing. this should be serious but i'm having a hard time finding it anything but comical

DEAN Imma fix this car. Because that's what I can do. I can work on her 'til she's mint. And when Sam wakes up, no matter what shape he's in, we'll glue him back together too. We owe him that.

♥️

haha amazing. cas is doING GREAT with all this newfound power

DEAN Seriously though, Bobby. Look at our lives. How many more hits can we take? So, if Sam says he's good.. GOOD.

BOBBY You believe that?

DEAN Yeah.

DEAN hesitates for a moment.

DEAN No. You wanna know why? because we never catch a break. So why would we this time? I just.. just this one thing. You know? but I'm not dumb. I'm not going to get my hopes up just to get kicked in the daddy-pills again.

a) i was hoping sam would tell dean what was going on but now we get instead of him overhearing something that ensures he'll hide it sigh b) daddy-pills??? *shudder*

CROWLEY: Is everybody's boss. What do you think he's going to do if he finds out we've been conspiring? You do you want to conspire, don't you?

cheap but sheppard always puts his back into those and comes out funny

this extended chest burster scene with cas, okay. who could have predicted trapping millions of souls into a ... human vessel? angel? anything?? and just keeping them in there would go wrong!!

good old untitled 1 and 2,

*quirky heist music*

why are they doing the spell in the house they are currently burgling?? haha this quick cuts of them doing the spell stuffs

DEAN You're welcome.

okay.

DEATH This is about Sam's hallucinations, I assume?

well look at that, not even an episode before the the cat's out of the bag. that's a good thing for me at least

SAM No, I don't. But, look, I was pretty far gone sometimes myself, and you never gave up on me.

DEAN Yeah, and it turns out that you're about the same open book as you've always been. Hallucinations? Really? I got to find out from Death?

SAM What was I supposed to do?

DEAN How about not lie? How about tell me that you've got crazy crap climbing those walls?

SAM Why? You can't help. You got a lot of pretty severe crap swinging your way lately, and -- and I thought --what? I thought why burst the one good bubble you had left? It's under control.

💔

so sam is gonna try to appeal to castiel. talk about turning the other cheek

SAM Hey, Castiel. Um… Maybe this is pointless. Look… I don't know if any part of you even cares, but, um, I still think you're one of us, deep down. I mean, way, way, way off the reservation, but…

if they keep saying cas is a family member, will i one day believe it?

well this lucifer hallucination is horrifying. good job

CASTIEL I'm gonna find some way to redeem myself to you.

how about fixing sam's brain that you scrambled! misha's getting a workout. now he gets to be leviathan(s). had to drag out sam's hallucinations somehow while also dealing with the souls business

death is a fun character, i'm glad he's continuing to pop in

#supernatural #spnwatch #sera gamble #spn 7x01

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k-dokja · 3 years

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Could you please write some more Owen knight stuff?? :3

Ask and you shall... get whatever this is 😶

“What are you thinking about?”

If you told Owen you were thinking about him, you might give him some false forms of serotonin. Because once you explained that you were thinking nothing but unsavoury thoughts about the boy, his daydream would come crashing down faster than you could say his name. Indeed, you were nowhere near that cruel, but your companion sometimes inspired such behaviour.

He had a habit for that in the past, one which spurred your sour opinion of him. Now, however, now you had no idea what to make of Owen. You guessed you could understand Shelly's behaviour a bit, being the target of such affection could be overwhelming. Yet, for all that you saw from their interaction together, it taught you nothing about how to navigate going from distaste to utter adoration with Owen.

You were stuck in a weird position, to say the least. The best you could do was scrambling to put a distance between the two of you until you figured yourself out. “What make you think I ever think about anything? My head has no thought, I don't think, there's nothing up there at all, it's all air.”

You glowered defensively at him, albeit with a bit more flair for drama than you expected. If anything, that should put Owen off... it should.

“Aw, you're an airhead, that's so cute,” Owen simmered at this discovery, apparently content with learning more about you, no matter how stupid the knowledge was.

That backfired, you didn't have a plan B, hence, you were stuck without next move. “What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have someone else to bother?”

You almost said the accursed name, but held yourself back with your entirety. Sure, mentioning his past crush can ruin his mood completely but it also can flip another switch inside Owen. Either way, you weren't ready to do that, not with how unpredictable he became after he... acquired a taste for you.

“Hm? I want to spend time with you, is that so strange?”

For how angelic his appearance was, you could've bought that answer from face value alone. Unfortunately for him, you had known him from back when you were nothing but villager B standing next to Shelly. Never minded that you had always been one of her closest friends.

“Yeah... Pretty strange seeing how you—” You sighed in complete resignation, no winning with him by beating around the bush. “I don't know what are your plans to take Shelly back this time, but usinf me won't—”

“I don't want her.” The dead coldness of his statement snapped you to attention. When you took a proper look at Owen's face, gone was the previous adoration he reserved for you. In its place, a complete disconcerting bitterness took place. The contempt only remained for a second after you came into eye contact with him, Owen was quick to fix the sweet smile back into place. “Shelly is only a good friend, the one I want now is you”

With how sweet he smiled, an average person would've caved without another thought. For you, however, the sweetness made you vaguely nauseous and built up a sense of uncertainty inside you. Truly, it was better for you to have Owen as an enemy than ally, because if that was the case then you could expect nothing but ill will form him.

With him acting this endearing however, you felt more unnerved than anything. Better the enemy you knew than whatever this was. All you could do was hoping it was a phase, otherwise...

Nobody told you the affection of your dearly detested can be this revolting.

#owen knight #owen knight x reader #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #fics

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abstract-crossverse · 3 years

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It's my first time requesting something like this so please tell me if I've messed up oh god oh god- uhhh howdy! Could you perhaps do MAG Agent Torture and an AAHW Agent reader he's been assigned to protect? Fluffy stuff like helping him out with his tie and other finnicky things, and maybe some angst with reassuring him that he isn't just a monster! :O

Sure!! Please forgive me if this is ooc! I also made this both headcanons and fic

2022 edit: format change, colored text

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MAG Agent Torture x Reader [headcanons+fic, fluff]

When you first discovered the Auditor had assigned an agent to protect you, you were sightly upset

You’re trained to kill Hank! The most dangerous person in Nevada! Did they really think you were weak to need a protector?

But when you finally met your “protector”, you were just in awe

“Holy shit, man’s big..” was the first thing you thought, the giant nails on the side of his head did make you shiver in agony a little, the Auditor explained a few things to both of you and dismissed you

After a while, you noticed some odd behaviour from him...

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You entered the room after knocking, your partner was taking a really long time to come out so you wanted to check if he was okay

You found him standing in front of his giant mirror, attempting to fix his tie, but failing to do so

You sighed and came up to him, you heard faint grumbles as he got more frustrated over his tangled tie, turning him to you stood on his dresser, and fixed his big ass tie, you noticed a tint of pink dusting across his cheeks, however, you shrugged it off as embarrassment and got down from his dresser

“T... Thanks...” he stammered, you let out a hum as a response

You saw at the corner of your eye him lowering his head and lightly sighing, then grabbing a weapon from his closet, you lightly groaned in annoyance

“O~kay, what’s wrong?” your slightly harsh tone startled the brute, making him drop the ammo to his gun, “huh?” he turned to you “nothing’s wrong... Why do you ask?”

“Oh please, don’t think I haven’t noticed your gloomy mood, c’mon dude, we’ve known each other for two years now..” he lowered his head again, feeling your annoyance leave your body, you sighed and sat on his bed “Was it because of those assholes from the other day?”

A few days ago, you came across two grunts dressed like idiots that started to make fun of your friend, calling him names like “monster” and things like that, you were quick to shoot those idiots three times each though

He averted his gaze from your general direction, seeing him so hurt over words was slightly new to you as he was always so reserved, it made you sad to see him like this, you sighed quietly and walked over to him, pulling him down by his tie, he kneeled down startled by the sudden act, he looked at you in the eyes as you cupped his face with your hands(the best you could because of the nails)

“Listen to me, you are none of those things they called you, you’re gentle, you’re caring, you're strong, you’re different from anyone else I’ve met in the hellhole...” you felt heat rise to your cheeks as his face grew red “Don’t let some assholes take you down, you’re the strongest person I know, and... You’re the best person I ever had the joy to meet in my life...” as you finished, you took your hands away

The agent was stunned by your words, you fixed his tie again since it got messed up from when you pulled on it “So.. are you gonna stay looking at me like a puppy or are we gonna go?”

He snapped out of his daze and quickly got up, dusting his knees “R-Right!” you chuckled as he scrambled to grab the ammo he had dropped before and loaded his gun, as you both left the dorm part of the agency, the Agent made a mental note to himself to thank you for the kind words later

But now, it was time for another search party for Hank...

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I hope this was good enough! Sorry if it wasn't exactly what you had in mind!

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #mag agent torture #mag agent torture madness combat #reader insert #x reader

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all-hallows-evie · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Marooned

Rating: T, for language, Canon Typical Violence/Action. Honestly, this chapter isn't that bad, the T rating is just in case I forgot about something lol

Wordcount: 3,776

Warnings: Canon typical violence and adventure, female OC with name × Tech slowburn, but not too slow lol, NOT BETA'D, because if I have to stare at this first chapter again I'm not going to post it.

A/N: HAPPY TECH TUESDAY, LOOK I'M FINALLY POSTING SOMETHING, WHEEEEEEEEEEE

There were bad ideas, really bad ideas and then there was this.

The ship hums under her feet as it trudges through the far corner of the mid rim, chugging along on it’s route without any sign of trouble or disruption from it’s preplanned course.

It should have been a routine pillaging, something she had placed firmly in the ‘great ideas’ list but instead it had turned into a routine mutiny and finished the day as a routine marooning. She sighs as she lays her head back against the seamless panel behind her.

Fucking pirates.

She has been stranded on the old freighter for at least two moons, but it was hard to say with certainty. The droids that man the ship have no need to eat so more often than not they forget to pass along anything to keep her mounting hunger at bay, adding along to the lack of any kind of panel to the outside world, getting her bearings is proving to be more difficult than usual.

She hisses a swear to drown out the low growl of her belly and focuses her gaze on the far corner of the room. Another day, another chance to count the diamond shaped tiles above her cell, she swears the number changes every other time she counts. She doesn’t get farther than eighteen when the door of the maintenance room blows open.

The dust fills the room, hiding everything under its grimy shadow. The grit in the air crackles as it’s pushed against the red of the electron walls that keep her prisoner with the ships cooling coils and a water filtration unit that has calcified and has never been fixed.

"Well look at that, we found it! Lucky break!"

"Luck had nothing to do with it, if you had studied the schematics of this cruiser like I had asked-"

"Yeah yeah yeah." The first figure, a hulking shadow in the doorway brushes off the smaller one as he stomps into the suddenly too tiny room.

"The memory core should be at the end of the-" the smaller of the two figures stops in front of her cell as the big one charges towards the end of the room without stopping. They launch themselves into the piles of junk thrown haphazardly inside, "That's concerning."

"Concerning? You see someone in a cage and you go with ‘concerning’?" She replies as she pulls herself up to standing. She takes in his armor, modified clone armor from the looks of it painted pale with a bright red stripe down his chest, his eyes slightly magnified by the goggles on his face, the rest hidden by the elongated helmet.

"According to the intel we were provided there weren't supposed to be life forms aboard." He seems irritated to see her.

"Good old Republic intel, still living up to its reputation."

The other clone approaches, he rips open the metal box in his hands and yanks out the core as if the casing was made of thick flimsy and nothing more, "I've got the thing, time to go!"

She watches, dumbstruck for a moment as her ticket out starts to head for the gaping maw that used to be a door, "Wait, you're taking the old database?" The two of them stop and turn, "It's not complete! It's missing pieces of the coordinates!" Firefek she didn't want to sound desperate but she was.

"Likely story-" The big one chuckles.

"I was trying to steal it too, I almost got all of it before my crew turned on me!"

"A mercenary or a pirate? No matter, I trust you even less now."

She had never wanted to punch anyone's face as hard as she wanted to punch his, "Check the core Goggles, I swear to you! It's missing pieces!" He hesitates and in that baited pause she knows she has him, "Please, just let me out and drop me off wherever you dock next. You can have my data chip. No harm, no foul, just get me out."

The one with the goggles glares at her, the yellow tinted transparisteel of his visor snapping downl before he turns to the bigger man. Klaxons ring all around as he scans the core with a handheld device, but it's taking up time they do not have.

The two clones share a look, silently deciding her fate.

The bigger one caves first, "Aww c'mon Tech, we can't leave her! You saw what's on this ship, she'll be a goner on some mining planet!"

"Under normal circumstances I might agree but she's caged for a purpose, and I'm disinclined to put any trust in her."

"How much damage can she do? She’s smaller than you are!"

Tech, the one in the goggles, sighs before he turns back around to face her, "If we spring you, you play by our rules. You follow our orders, no complaints, no rebuttals and if you put one toe out of line-"

"Out the airlock, understood." She nods furiously, hands pressed against the panel as she watches Tech short out the electron wall holding her hostage, the panel shudders and then it spews sparks on to the ground as the red fades and she's finally able to step through.

"Lets go shortie!"

"Wait, let me just grab-" She scrambles to the other side of the wall, trying to pull at something from the top of a shelf. The bigger clone reaches over and tosses the crate to the floor. She throws open the top and snatches out a bantha leather bag and a helmet.

"Run!"

Tech doesn't have to tell her twice, the three of them bolt out of the door and into the corridor, the lights above flash in time with the klaxons. There is a low rumble that joins the hum of the hyperspace engine, as whatever security droids are on board begin to activate.

"Back to the ship, short stuff!"

The three of them book it down the darkened halls, ducking behind walls and crates as the first cluster of security droids pass through.

She tosses her bag across her shoulder, slinging it against one side of her hip, clipping it into place with snaps sewn into her jacket. They watch three more droids pass them by before she speaks again, "My name's Nox, by the way."

"Doesn't sound like a girl's name." The big one chuckles, so deep and rumbling it almost feels like a growl.

"Well it's the only name I've got. My parents named me a bit of a mouthful, Nox just works better."

"Clear." Tech calls out and they continue on their way heading to the service hangar where their ship hopefully was waiting for them.

"How'd you end up out here?" The big one asks, with every flash of light above them she can see more of the large scary face painted roughly on his helmet, lines thrown on haphazardly only to be scraped away by carbon scoring.

She is about to answer when she is shoved back into a corner by Tech. He slaps a hand over her mouth before she can yelp, the leather slightly singed, it smells of electricity and grease.

“Wait.”

"I'm getting tired of all this sneaking around, I say we blow our way outta here!" The big one growls.

"We’re almost there Wrecker, it would be pointless to try now."

She shoves Tech's Hand away, "Blow your way out of here, are you insane? With the amount of baby on board you'd blow us into the next dimension!"

There are a few beats of silence before both helmets turn towards her.

"Baby?" Wrecker repeats but is shushed by Tech.

"You don't mean baradium-"

"Bisulfate? I absolutely do! There were containers of the stuff in the holding bay."

"This Imperial ship is headed somewhere to mine thorilide?" He repeats, tone stressed over every syllable in the word ‘Imperial’.

"That or some unlucky planet is about to be wiped from existence."

"The location of the Republic thorilide mines have been kept under the utmost security for ages, not even the Jedi Council was ever advised of its location."

"Can’t say I blame them, I barely trust them with those glowy sticks of death." She murmurs, making lightsaber sounds with her mouth as Wrecker snickers.

"Stop that. Do you know where this ship was heading? Do you have a copy of the manifest?"

"What, your amazing Republic recce didn't get you that information shiny?" He glares back at her, brows pinching together behind the dark frames of his goggles, "Maker! Did those cloners take your sense of humor? Yes, I know where this ship is going."

"Bet Cid’s contact would pay more for that bit of info." Wrecker’s grin can be heard even through the plastoid of his helmet.

Tech meanwhile has typed something to a com on his wrist, "Hunter, there's been a complication."

"What kind of complication?"

"There is more on board this ship than just the republic database-"

"What do you mean?"

"This ship is a mining vessel, out to mine thorilide."

Tech’s wrist comm goes silent, just quiet static while the voice on the other line thinks, "Ordinance?"

Both clones look at her, she nods emphatically, "Ordinance, med supplies, if there was coaxium on board I wouldn't be surprised, this place is the motherlode."

"Quite a bit of supplies on board, it would seem."

The comm goes quiet again for a few moments, "We don't have time for this, it's only a matter of time before they realize that your cruiser is stolen. Grab what you went in for and leave."

Tech shakes his head, it's so tiny and quick that if she wasn't looking at him in that moment she would have missed it, "Where is it being kept?"

"Up, five or so floors unless I've miscounted."

"Tech, Wrecker, Get out of there, now!" The voice on the other end grows more and more irritable as they stand around in silence.

"We'll be out as soon as possible." Tech replies curtly as he cuts the comm. He makes it sound so easy like they were stopping by the nearest market to pick up fruit, instead of about to hijack high quality explosives from Imperial custody, "Lead the way."

"What? Just like that?"

"Are there, or are there not these items on board?"

"Yes."

"You swear?" Wrecker leans in close, hovering over her.

"Yeah."

Tech nods, "Vital signs are stable, no signs of heightened stress-"

"What if I'm just a really good liar?"

"You can try all you want my dear, but the data doesn't lie."

"Does he do this to you too? I'm finding it a bit creepy-" She asks Wrecker as her eyebrow raises.

"You get used to it."

"Weird, so weird…" she mutters to herself as she turns and peeks around the corner. She looks around for anything that is familiar, when she sees a maintenance lift at the very end of the hall to the right. She motions them forward, and silently they sneak their way closer to the lift. She turns her attention to her side as she digs in her bag, her fingers grasp at the odd collection of junk in her pockets until her hand finally wraps around the cool metal of her code cylinder and she can finally stop holding her breath.

Tech's hand on her shoulder pulls her back to the task on hand as he drags her back a few steps. The catwalk above them from here to the lift is no more than a shoddy looking set of grates that creak as a group of security droids march along their patrol, oblivious to the three of them below.

“The maintenance lift?" Tech sniffs as they come to a stop at its doors. He raises hand to push his goggles back into place, "Perhaps you have failed to notice but none of us are maintenance droids, the moment you try to access that panel they will -”

“They’ll what?” She asks as she jams the cylinder into the port, the lift clicks open silently and she steps inside.

“The alarms-”

“What alarms? According to this," she snaps her code cylinder from the panel and drops it back into her bag, lost again to the chaos of the random junk held within, "I'm a maintenance droid doing routine inspections. How stupid do you think I am?”

"Hey hey, this one's pretty smart huh Tech?!" Wrecker is thrilled.

"Pirate." She reminds, "You don't see many my age that aren't intelligent and I'll give you one guess as to why."

The doors silently click open and before they can step out a team of at least half a dozen well armed sentry droids roll past.

They all leap from the inside of the lift and fall into a crouch behind a stack of supply crates. They wait for a few moments before Tech quickly peeks over, "They don't seem to have spotted us."

"Fuck, there weren't this many when we tried this the first time." She swears a few more times under her breath.

"We should do this my way." Wrecker offers.

"What's that mean, what does he mean?!" Nox looks nervously over to Tech, "He doesn't mean-?"

"Explosives and violence? He absolutely does," Tech sighs, “ and I'm afraid we are running low on options and even lower on time. Wrecker, what does your ordinance look like?"

“But you said I couldn't bring any?”

“Yes, and when was the last time you actually listened?”

Wrecker, the fun if not absolutely homicidal one, pulls out a couple of detonators, a roll of plastic tape, a half dozen hand grenades and three droid poppers.

“Great, nice to know you could have turned us into a small sun if I hadn't told you about the baby on board.”

"Everything save for the poppers is far too dangerous to use around those crates." Tech hisses, "Any more of those brilliant pirate ideas floating around in your head?"

She chews on her lip for a moment, wracking her brain for anything else that might be useful as she ignores Tech's sarcastic tone. Apart from the crates on this floor littered with treasure, there didn't seem to be anything of any use...except for the busted water filter. “How big of a distraction do you think it would take to get all those sentries away from the haul?”

“It would need to be something quite large or destructive enough to threaten the integrity of the ship.”

“The water filtration system on board is completely calcified, I don't think it was ever fixed since there are only droids on board. If you could flood that with enough pressure the entire pipe should burst-”

“And flood the entire floor, along with the engine room, that might just do it.” He’s on his data pad before the words are even out of his mouth, he scans the room all around and matches it with the wireframe schematics on his screen. He stalks his way backwards until he finds the panel he is looking for. He pops it open easily and then begins to slice into the mainframe of the ship, “On my count, take Wrecker to wherever the baby is, let him handle it. You get your hands on as much of the medical supplies as you can, the security onboard is a little tighter than I would have preferred so I will have to stay here and continue to flood the filter.”

“Oh, easy.”

“Think you can handle all that tiny?” Wrecker’s thundering chuckle threatens to give away their location even with the steady moan of the alarms overhead.

She grins, Wrecker is back to being the fun one, “Try and keep up.”

There is a sound of roaring water all around them as tech funnels every liquid on the ship into the filter, then a sound like an explosion a couple of feet below them rocks the ship like a lightning strike.

The sound of the alarm overhead changes as every droid on the floor turns away and heads to a lowering platform, all instructed to assist with the burst pipe.

“That’s our cue!”

She shoves Wrecker forward playfully before they both break into a sprint toward the storage rooms where their bounty is being held. She points to one of the rooms as they approach, "This one's your big boy!"

The door is sealed shut, but not for long. Wrecker doesn't slow, instead he hunches low, bringing his shoulders down and tucking his chin into the collar of his armor before he barrels straight through, punching a hole through the doors with enough force to make even her teeth rattle.

She dips into the storage room across the hall, thanking the stars that her haul wasn't locked away like his was. She rips open any crate within arms reach, tossing open the tops and letting them scatter around the room wherever they land. She snatches bacta patches and hypos by the handful and packs the crate as full as she can, slamming her entire body weight against it to get it to close. She drags it out into the hall, placing it by the door before she bolts into the room right beside the one Wrecker is standing in.

Wrecker watches her disappear into the room, the four small crates of explosives tucked carefully under his arms, “Wait, where are you-”

His question is answered as another crate hits the floor beside him. She comes running out of the room, grabbing this second crate by the handle and yanking it along, “Perfect! Not a single explosion! Love that for me!”

Wrecker bends down to offer her a hand but she has already snatched up the first trunk and is flying down the hall with them. She's faster than Wrecker would have believed she would be capable of with the two crates almost her height. She almost trips over herself as she stops and with a swift kick, the second crate lands at Tech's feet, “Come on 20/20, cut her loose, let's go!”

“What’s in that- I specifically ordered you to only carry medical supplies.”

“Yeah well, it sounds like you are used to not being listened to so, ship. Now!”

Wrecker races past, hopping off of the side and down to the level below, the halls are empty as all hands are called to help with the floor that is flooding.

Nox peeks over the side, she watches as Wrecker sets the small boxes of baby down beside him, "Toss your crate!" He calls up. She nods and yanks the crates handle, flipping it up and off of the edge with a nudge from Tech.

She helps him in turn, as they gingerly haul the crate full of ordinance over the edge before tossing it below.

Wrecker sets the crates to one side before turning back to catch Nox, but she's already climbing down. Her fingers dig into spots on the wall where she should not be able to have any grip. She finds her own way down and with a little hop, lands right beside Wrecker as Tech lands beside her. The clang of his boots echoes down the empty hallway. "We'll need to make our way through the flooded floor of the ship in order to get back to the hangar." Tech types away at his data pad again before picking up the side of his crate.

Nox follows close beside the two clones, tossing the crate up onto her back to avoid making any unnecessary scraping sounds as they get closer to the flooded area, the sound of pouring water gets louder and louder with every floor. The next floor they walk through has the water barely deep enough to wash over the toes of their boots, but it rises rapidly after that. By the time they are on the same floor as the hangar, the water has risen up to their knees and Nox has a harder time trying to distract her mind from where all of this stagnant water has been hiding this whole time.

“Holding out ok over there tiny?” Wrecker chuckles.

She turns to answer, when everything becomes...not alright. Her next step slips out from under her and she goes flying forward, crashing face first into the dark disgusting water, the crate on her back keeping her under the surface as she struggles to pull herself back up to standing.

A hand at the back of her collar pulls her back up into fresh air, slimy water pours from her mouth and nose as she gags. She doesn't need to clear the water from her eyes to know what the dark figures that are starting to line the hallway are. Tech and Wrecker are on either side of her, blasters raised as the sentry droids file in.

“I'm hoping you can fight better than you can swim.” Tech calls over as Wrecker leaps over them both and charges straight into one of the sentries. Tech keeps a few of the others at bay, clipping them with bright bolts from his twin deecees, but it's not enough. She rubs the slime from her face and charges right behind Wrecker, using her entire body to check a droid in her path, she grabs the blaster from its hands as it goes tumbling backwards and into the water. Techs shots ring out around her as he stays behind, watching over the crates behind him. Wrecker tears through any droids that get within reach, sparks flying on to the water before they sizzle and die. She concentrates her fire on any droids Tech misses until the hall is clear.

"There'll be a second platoon on their way, we better get a move on." Tech calls back to them, she tosses the almost empty blaster into the water beside her.

"Are you always just, you know?" She makes growling and ripping sounds at Wrecker.

He laughs, "Not often enough."

She stifles her laughter behind her hand as she walks back to where Tech is to retrieve the case of medical supplies, for a brief moment the last couple of days are forgotten and even the slime on her skin is the last thing on her mind. For a brief moment she was back with her men, waiting for that score of a lifetime, but when she grabs the handle of the crate and looks back it’s the clone armor that reminds her she is in fact alone. The sudden quiet of sadness doesnt last long as the doors behind them open and a new series of drods begin their march towards them.

“Incoming!”

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Chapter 5. We have stucky, we have stevesambucky friendship, we have a new place to live and strange being a good guy because tony definitely ranted at him. Also, we're beginning the creepy part of the plot. I have decided that sam will be one of the main platonic characters in this story because I love sam.

fun fact: I used to be a creepypasta writer! Going back to my roots here, hehe.

Things had stated changing, for better or worse, much sooner than I had been prepared for - but was anyone, ever, really ready for the next big step? Certainly not me - the view that greeted me after I'd finished my shift at Jeremy's was peculiar and unexpected, so I froze, eyebrows high at the two super-soldiers parked, once again, illegally, right in front of the entrance door.

"Hi, doll," Bucky was reclined against his boyfriend comfortably, his bike standing a pace behind Steve's, who nodded companionably, a sheepish grin on his face.

"G'day," I nodded, eyeing them warily. "I think I know where this is going..."

"No, no, nothing like that," both men frantically waved their hands around, Steve coming up close to approach me slowly. "You're not in trouble. I came out here to say thanks," giving a sappy look to the grouch that was his boyfriend, Steve reached into his pocket and handed me a slip of paper. "Just, uh..."

"Those are our phone numbers. Don't hesitate to give either one of us a call if someone bothers you," Bucky took over the stammering blonde, shaking his head at the soft blush that blossomed on the good captain's face. The brunette wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders with a shy smile of his own. "Or if you, I don't know, need someone to carry your groceries or something," he snorted. "The punk wouldn't leave it alone until we came out personally to thank you, the sap."

The laughter bubbled up from my chest as I grabbed and pocketed the paper, throughly amused and at the endearing gesture. "Sure, thanks."

"And, uh," Bucky's eyes briefly looked to the side. "We'd appreciate if you keep the status of our relationship to yourself for now. We're not, like, officially out yet."

I froze in place, mouth falling open. Surely they were aware that anybody with a functional pair of eyes could see that they were much more than 'good, lifelong friends'. "No problem, guys. Lemme know if anyone gives you shit about it though, this place," I gestured to the café behind me, "is strictly paparazzi and homophobe-free."

Steve's grin grew even more genuine. "Yeah, we heard all about it from Tony and Stephen. Said 'twas the only place they go these days."

I wasn't aware of that. "It's the paps, isn't it?" I remembered Tony's remarks.

Bucky shook his head, the metals of his prosthetic arm whirring as it recalibrated. "Not only. The public hasn't had the best reaction to a man goin' out with a man," the brunette looked away to the side, where Steve's face had fallen considerably. "And Tony's an eccentric rich man. We're jus' two soldiers. The US Army won't be too happy if we... Came out," both men were crestfallen yet determined.

I had a hunch nothing would be able to separate the two - seeing as not even seventy-odd years and brainwashing and ice couldn't keep the captain and his sarge apart, I doubted that a few government weasels could successfully do the job. Even so, it was unpleasant, to say the least, to see them deny themselves something that technically was perfectly fine in the 21st century.

I chewed on my lip, gathering my wits. "I've clocked out, I can tell you this as a friend- as a person. You don't owe the army jack shit. They do not own you, you are your own person that they experimented their German knockoff steroids on. Respectfully, fuck that shit." I firmly stated my opinion, figuring that there should have been at least someone that told Steve that he is more than his star-spangled uniform and giant metal frisbee.

The blonde scrunched his eyebrows together, fingers gripping onto his belt until the knuckles went white, the hard line of his jaw set firm.

Bucky laugh took me by surprise. "Agreed, doll. I'm too old to be hiding in back alleys and shit," he clapped on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Although I'm happy enough with just not going to prison for bein' in love with this idiot."

"Jerk," Steve's responding pout was downright adorable now that I knew the circumstances surrounding their relationship.

Which wasn't exactly surprising. As a barista, I knew my fair share about my regulars' love lives, their jobs, their kids. The tea was almost always piping hot. "Bye, boys," I smiled at them warmly, throwing a glance at the time, adjusting the strap of my bag for comfort. "Stay outta trouble!"

Steve scrambled for his bike, having noticed my pointed gesture. "Sorry, didn't mean to hold you back. There, I have a spare helmet," he gestured behind him. "I'll give you a ride."

"There's no way in Hell I'm getting on that death trap!" I shouted cheerfully, walking briskly towards my second job, hiding a laugh in the warmth of my scarf as two very offended motorcycle-loving gay fossils sped past me, making truly incredible amounts of noise. Good for them.

Odette was content to let me rummage around the bodega without showing herself more than necessary, taking her appointments and doing- well, witch stuff, I guess, only coming out to poke at the various jars for ingredients.

"Star, I have a proposition for you," right before closing time, Odette's voice filled out the store with its low drawl. "A good friend of mine owns an apartment building, not far from here actually, and one tenant recently moved out. It's a safe space for those who are different," she enunciated the last word, fixing it with a pointed stare. "She's not overly fond of total strangers coming to live there. The rent is reduced and the apartment itself is slightly bigger and more fashionable than yours..."

"Where's the catch?" I found myself interrupting her. I wouldn't lie: the reduced rent and increased size of the apartment did interest me, as well as the probability of a kinder, more involved landlord. My current one was - not the best, but such was life in the NYC.

"There are a few rules to follow, rules that might seem strange at first but they'll make sense in time. And your neighbors might be also a little... Unusual," Odette carefully studied my face for any signs of displeasure.

I sighed.

And then I sighed some more as I was signing my new lease in a few days' time, having spoken with Porter, my new landlord, and his boyfriend who had claws and fangs- after so much time spent around Odette's, I didn't even blink. The couple liked me enough to extend a secure but flexible offer and some furniture to choose from the attic where they kept the spares.

I quite liked the large, vintage couch I placed next to the wide bow windows in the living room. The floors were hardboard and well-kept, the walls a nice, homely shade of green and Porter didn't mind any new holes in them that might arise from hanging up decorations. I scheduled a thrift crawl at the next possible opportunity, happy with the "good employee" bonus Odette had given me after I sealed the deal.

My stuff was boxed up, a sleepless night and a call to a begrudging Jeremy to have a couple of days off to move; I was, thankfully, not late on my schedule and all that I had left was to rent a car to move the boxes of my things and the few pieces of furniture I had decided to keep - my haul in Porter's attic had been incredibly rewarding and my new apartment had all the basics to make it look like a warm, inviting bohemian home in a while.

My phone rang suddenly, startling interruption to the romcom I was watching as I ate my last lunch in my old apartment. "Hello?" I answered the number without looking.

"Hi, doll," Bucky's voice rang out cheerful. "A little witch told me you were moving. I thought you might need a hand?"

I blanked momentarily, the thought of enlisting two very busy super-soldiers to haul ten boxes and two endtables worth of stuff not having crossed my mind at all. "Is this the moment when you stop by my house just to unattach and put your prosthetic arm somewhere and leave?" I asked, hearing distinctive snickering - several more people were with him.

The cheer in his voice blossomed into a full belly laugh. "You're funny," he teased me. "And thanks for the idea. But no, I have a room full of men that have nothing better to do but get on my nerves. Might as well make 'em useful," his accented drawl thickened the more we spoke. Muted cheers rang out in the background.

"Uh, sure," who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I rattled off my address and warned them I didn't have a car, after which Bucky assured me it will be taken care of. The last remaining knick-knacks packed away, I went down to take out the trash, and returned to four people standing in front of my apartment building, all except one unrecognisable in their civilian clothes. "Hello," I waved at them, side-eyeing the tallest, grumpiest man of the bunch.

Stephen Strange was there, looking around curiously, hands in the pockets of his plain grey hoodie. I had already forgotten how normal he looked without his robes, and, frankly speaking, I preferred him like that. His title and the attire that came with it were quite intimidating.

"Hey there," a dark-skinned man who I recognised to be the Falcon, raised his hand. I had not met him yet. "I'm Sam, Sam Wilson. You must be the Star we're helping?" His quick once-over and the tilt to his lips; the ease with which he flirted had me brandishing smirks of my own. I led them all upstairs, Stephen's silence being just so loud. Sam, however, had no such reservations. "So, you're a witch, right?" Wow, subtlety was his middle name.

"Yes, I'll show you my broomstick," I deadpanned, wiggling my eyebrows at him with a grim look.

"Woah woah," Sam raised his hands as the three men behind us snickered loudly. "What happened to 'how are you? let's have dinner sometime'?"

I did my best imitation of an evil cackle as I let them through my front door. The four newcomers looked around my nearly empty apartment with muted interest before zeroing in on the pile of things in the corner: a few pieces of furniture and nearly taped boxes. Should be a walk in the park for four men.

A hand on my arm pulled me from the stupor of observing Sam, Bucky and Steve act like a well-oiled trio, bantering and teasing each other as they discussed how to best move the things.

"Look," Stephen Strange had all the appearance of a chastised puppy. "I wanted to apologize for my behaviour that day. I was out of line," the low notes in his voice made the appearance of the apology being somewhat reluctant. Tony probably put him to it after our little burger run.

Irregardless, I wasn't looking to make any enemies. "Me too, I was under stress - not that I'm using it as an excuse," to give where it's due, I nodded at the sorcerer, immediately awestruck by the easy, boyish smile that stretched on his lips.

"You are strong," he added. "If you would like to learn our ways, we would welcome you." There was a spark in his eyes, something belonging to man that respected and collected knowledge. My own respect for him grew immensely just from that one thing.

"I'll think about it," I offered amicably, however, I still leaned heavily towards a negative answer to that particular proposition. I liked my current way of life.

Strange's grin made a momentary second appearance, until Sam's voice rang loudly: "Fire in the hole, Wizard-man," causing the former to groan loudly and look at me.

"Think about your new place for a second," he spoke, briefly touching out fingertips. As soon as that was over, a golden circle with my new living room on the other side of it appeared quietly, Strange's hands immediately going back into his pockets after that. I sighed and pointed the men into it, stepping in a second after. The sorcerer wasn't far behind. "You could learn that, too, you know," he added wryly, having seen my look of mild envy directed at him.

"I think I'll be good with having the 'pissed off the sorcerer Supreme and lived' pass for now," I retorted with an eyeroll, turning around to stare him down.

He had the decency to look somewhat sheepish, at least. "I'm not like my predecessor," his words were chosen carefully. "And, to be honest, I have no clue as to why your... Boss is so hostile towards me- us," Strange looked around the room before unceremoniously beelining for the couch and plopping down on it.

"Not to be a gossip," I started, slightly intrigued. "But Odette and some lady she called ancient had mad beef," I slipped into casual language easily, trying to recall the details of Odette's, quite often jumbled, stories. "Sounded almost like territorial disputes," I shrugged. "And the apprentices Odette took on before me found themselves in all kinds of compromising situations," I chewed on my lip. "Like the Arctic."

Strange rubbed his face with a noisy groan, large hands doing nothing to mask the resignation and slight embarrassment.

I focused on the thin, red scars on his hands - they had to have been something serious, the way slight tremors betrayed the deteriorating state of the nerves in his fingers. I frowned, quickly averting my gaze before he could catch me ogling him. The fact thag Stephen kept his hands in his pockets or covered by gloves at all times didn't go over my head.

He muttered something to himself, something that sounded like he was often forced to clean up his predecessor's mess. "I see," was the only thing he'd offered me, looking slightly pitiful and apologetic.

"Well," I started, noting the last of my stuff was about to be in its rightful place, "as long as you don't toss me into the ocean, I think we can coexist peacefully."

"Tony would kill me if I'd tried," Stephen groused.

"Probably," I agreed. "Considering the fact he hit on me, for you, it would make one hell of a lover's quarrel," my hand pointed towards the kitchen as Steve and Sam carried in the boxes aptly labeled "kitchen", looking around a place to put them down.

"Tony did what now?" Stephen's tone dropped, a wry smirk decorating his lips as he eyed me through his lashes.

"Don't ask me," I raised my palms, feeling my eyes widen. "He's chaos personified and Satan only knows what he's got on his mind."

That squeezed a laugh out of the tall man, followed by a fond, sappy smile as he looked out of my large, panoramic window, probably thinking of Tony himself. There was no doubt, Stephen Strange was utterly and throughly head over heels in love with Tony Stark. Good for them, good for them.

"A-and that's it," Bucky walked in, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel I'd provided them earlier. "I took some liberties and assembled the furniture, Steve is stacking the dishes as we speak," the brunette noisily plopped down next to me, arm carelessly thrown behind me on the back of the couch.

"Oh, um," I stammered, unused to such random gestures of kindness. "Thanks a lot, you saved me a day's worth of time and a backache," I smiled, scooting over to make some room for Sam.

"No problem, not like we had anything better to do than argue which part of the Lord of the Rings is the best," Wilson rolled his eyes, elbowing Bucky none-too-gently.

Bucky elbowed back, thus starting a horsing war between the two, causing me to scoot closer to Stephen as I attempted to avoid any flailing limbs; the sorcerer and I shared an identical, perplexed sigh as to how two grown men could easily bait each other into such juvenile behaviour.

Whatever. It was kind of endearing.

Steve emerged from the kitchen dusty but smiling, having heard the commotion, and quickly herded his guys into a semblance of decent behaviour before all of three of them left, leaving me and Stephen to go back to my old apartment and give the keys to it to the guard. That was done, too, and a portal from an alley behind my old building straight into my living room had me and Strange awkwardly hovering, saying out goodbyes and waving to each other as the golden circle rapidly shrunk in size and disappeared, golden sparks scattering across my living room carpet for a short second before they fizzled out, too.

I used the brief moment of respite to find the small piece of paper containing the rules Porter had insisted I read and take seriously; figuring it might be a good idea to give them a read before beginning to unpack, I popped open a bottle of soda, holding the itemized list written in neat cursive to my face.

The further I read, the further my eyebrows rose:

"1. Keep your door locked at all times.

2. If a person knocks on your door claiming to be the mail man, do not open the door under any circumstances. You are free to ignore the knocking - it only lasts a minute or so. After the person has left, you may open the door and check for any packages.

3. If Samantha from 3B visits you and asks you to babysit, you may do so at your personal discretion. Her twins are a handful and their daily habits are not for the ones with a weak stomach, however, they mean nothin ill and will not harm you in any way.

4. Do not use the elevator between the hours of 1 and 4 AM.

5. There are no apartments under number "7". If someone claiming to be from those apartments knocks on your door and requests entry, come up with a polite excuse to decline and send me a text message. I will take care of it.

6. There is no garden on the premises of this building. If a man approaches you, claiming to be a gardener, don't interact with him and simply walk away. He will leave you alone.

7. You may meet a girl in a polka-dot dress playing in the hallways or in the stairwell. This is Lucy. Always be polite to Lucy - you won't like what will happen if you're rude to her. She does not talk but she knows limited ASL and may request to visit you. Allow her in ONLY if you have fresh meat in your fridge (beef or mutton, preferably bloody). You might want to avoid seeing her eat, however, it might be very beneficial to make friends with Lucy. She knows a lot of things.

8. If, when taking the stairs, you encounter inconsistent numeration of the floors, such as floor 2 followed by floor 5 and etc, simply walk a flight back. It will sort itself out. The building is old and sometimes it gets confused.

Important notice: these rules apply to your guests as well. Please make sure to introduce and educate them on these matters. We will help as much as we can should a situation arise but ultimately, there are fates far worse than an untimely, however swift, death.

- Porter and Lance."

A slow, creeping dread began to gnaw at my nape, curling on like a cold snake deep in chest. As if laughing at me, the warm, welcoming embrace of the green walls and the toothy, wide smiles my landlords had given me encouraged my recently found sense of adventure, all of it mixing into a cacophony of exhilaration and unease, equally steadily driving my running brain insane.

I sighed again, immediately going to the box containing my altar and the rest of the protective items. So much for peace.

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pandorasboxsposts · 4 years

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Sorry for the extremely late post. I have recently have been trying to sort some stuff out, but I'm back now soooo REQUEST TIME. @aersole

💥Bakugou💥

All thoughts had left your mind as you tried to come up with an excuse to tell your hot headed boyfriend. Time had completely slipt away from you. You and your boyfriend, Bakugou, had decided to meet up for a date at very specific time but you spent too much time getting ready leading to the predicament of you being late.

You live near by the brunch spot he planned to take you too so you insisted that he meet you there. You kept picturing the agitated look he would be sporting when you arrived which led to you bolting down the side walk. What you didnt expect was to bump into someone.

You ran straight into a middle aged man but he was built much stronger than you causing you to be bumped to the ground.

A rushed apology left your stuttering mouth and you attempted to take off again, Only to be stopped.

The man had yanked you back obviously pissed off which lead to your current situation. The two of you were arguing because the man was refusing to let you leave even after you apologized. This argument went on for about 10 minutes until you heard someone clear their throat obnoxiously.

When you looked up there he was. Your boyfriend who you were supposed to meet about 30 minutes ago. Any thoughts of continuing to argue with your opponent left you head as you began to walk towards him. You felt a small batch of embarrassment due to the people who had stopped to watch. A bystander had probably already filled bakugou in on what was happening you could tell by the look on his face.

"Hey Baby" you made your voice as sweet as possible hoping that his scowl would just magically disappeaer, But before he could even respond rough fingers weaved there way through your hair and with a hard tug you felt the hair you spent a long time fixing on your head get dragged off.

Your wig cap came off with it revealing the cornrows you had underneath. Embarrassment filled every ounce of your being as people nearby gasped at your hair being pulled off. The man dropped it to the floor in shock he clearly did not expect it to come off. You might of been embarrassed but Bakugou was Livid. Not only had this guy knocked you down but he yanked off the wig that HE had bought for.

Bakugou immediately starts throwin hands while you scramble to clean the dirt off your wig. The stranger runs away as soon as he realizes he cant win a fight against him.

By the time Bakugou turns around your wig is back on and you're acting like nothing happened. The two of you continue on your date and Bakugou takes you to get a new wig to make you feel better.

💪Kiri💪

You and Kirishima were taking a walk when you just happened to run into a special someone. This person just happens to be the same person who was talking bad about you under your latest post on Instagram. She claimed that you were photoshopping and of course you responded with attitude.

You casually continued walking and as soon as she was about to pass you extended your arm blocking her path. Kiri took a step back fearing what was about to happen.

"I thought it was onsite sis, so what's up" you allowed your attitude to flow out on it's own as the girl backed up claiming she didnt want to fight. Seeing the petrified look on her face you decided to give her a chance by walking away. You laced your fingers into your boyfriend's hand and tryed to continue your walk.

You turn to make conversation with your boyfriend but you're interrupted when you feel sharp fingers wiggle there way into your hair.

You turned on your heel to see this girl holding your wig bout to throw it.

She immediately turned to run tossing your wig in the air but your hands were already on her. As for Kiri this man threw himself in order to catch your wig. He sat there and finger detangled the silky product while you dragged the girl throughout the dirt.

When you felt satisfied you walked back over to him and he put it right back on your head, shifting it till it looked right before continuing on your walk.

〽️Sero〽️

When Sero arrived on the scene you were fighting with some random girl.

He heard from the crowd that your opponent had said rude things about your mother and as much as he wanted to support you he didn't want you to get suspended. He used his tape to separate yall and then tried to take you away from all the people only for the crowd to start yelling and jumping around.

When he turned back your whole wig had been wripped off by the other girl who had somehow recovered quickly from getting beat up. "You wanna try and embarrass me huh" you snatch your wig back before throwing yourself at the girl.

Sero was laughing and cheering with the crowd at you used your wig to hit the girl. Everything was going good until somebody yelled teacher. Sero snatched you and your wig up with his tape and blended in with the crowd as everyone scattered in different directions. Your opponent somehow got away too so when you saw her outside you gave her a quick threat before tucking your wig underneath your arm and walking away with Sero.

💫Hitoshi💫

Some Girl has been talking bad about you for weeks. This girl has spread rumors on social media and to people you know. So when Hitoshi sees her in the cafeteria he ushers you to go confront her. You decide against it, not feeling in the mood to deal with her.

You and Hitoshi decide to go take a walk instead but as you were exiting the cafeteria you felt skinny fingers lace through your hair and pull. The wig on top of your head slid off and you turned around to be met with the girl swinging your hair around her fingers. Your wig cap had been pulled off too but you didn't cornroll your hair so everyone now gaze upon the kinky curls upon your head.

Hitoshi immediately pulls out his phone cause he knows what's about to go down. As soon as he hits record you drag that hoe all over the cafeteria to the point where everybody was cheering but eventually a teacher came and got you off of her.

The teacher was busy with the other girl and you dont even put your wig back on as you take Hitoshi's hand and run out the cafeteria.

"I got the whole thing on video" he tells you excitedly watching the video on replay.

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arsonistslut · 3 years

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TW: This part of the story is inconceivably violent, so if that triggers you or you're uncomfy with this sort of stuff, please skip this chapter of my rewrite.

Chapter 18: The Killer's Rampage

CRASH!

The hospital chair proved more than effective at breaking the locked window that held him inside, the moon shining in and providing miniscule light for Jeff Woods. He knew he had to be quick to get outside, as the faculty would probably be barging into his locked room any second now,so he scrambled through the broken window frame, ignoring the glass shards cutting into his bandaged body and hospital gown as he jumped down from the room. It wasn't a long fall, as he was on the first floor of the building, so he quickly proceeded off the hospital grounds and on the road toward his house, grabbing one of the larger shards of broken glass on the ground, just in case he might've needed it. He wasn't waiting anymore. It had been far too long already.

Randy Ellsworth was still thinking over his decision to split off from Keith and Troy on his way home. His mind wandered through ideas, questions he had. Did he really hurt Keith and Troy, or were they just caught up in the moment? One thought led to another, and soon, his thoughts were back at the party. He had invited Jeff there as a peace offering, something that could keep everyone happy for a bit and let everything settle down..but he just had to do that, didn't he? He had to glass him, send him tumbling into that fire..he could only hope and pray he was doing alright. His train of thought about his transgressions was stopped when his headlights highlighted a figure walking down the road, wearing some sort of hospital gown. The figure looked like they were bleeding, so Randy pulled over and got out of the car, cautiously approaching the figure.

"H-Hello? sir, ma'am, whoever you are..you need a ride or something? I can drive you somewhere, if you want."

Randy looked at the person standing before him, before looking into their eyes..the black hair was a start, but those black, sunken-in, terrifying eyes that peered out from the bandages wrapped around their head were a dead giveaway.

"J..Jeff..is that you?"

Jeff's breathing got heavier, gripping the glass in his hand so tightly that his hand bled, until he let out a gutteral yell and charged Randy, driving the shard deep into his chest and tackling him onto his car. Randy screamed in horror and pain, and Jeff took the shard and stabbed him with it, over and over into his gut as blood sprayed onto his face and body. Ellsworth cried and screamed as Woods proceeded to reach into one of the open wounds on his body and violently string out his intestines, his guts flowing out like streamers. Randy hurled a mixture of vomit and blood onto his car, before finally perishing in the killer's grasp.

Jeff shivered as the cold nipped at him, the wind howling as he opened the door to his family's home with the spare key under the floormat. The house was much warmer than the outside, as Jeff just took a moment to soak it all in..the warmth, the stench of blood on his body, what was to come next. Making sure his footsteps were muted, he made his way to the drier and began rummaging through for clean clothes, something warm to replace his hospital gown. A white hoodie and a pair of red jeans would fit him nicely, so he threw the gown aside and slid his new clothing over his athletic frame, hissing as the cloth made contact with his tender, bandaged flesh. His spare pair of steel-toed military boots tied off the outfit quite well, so he proceeded upstairs, retrieving his switchblade from his drawer and pocketing it. He then went to the bathroom, wanting to see his face after not having seen it in over a month. When he peeled away the medical tape from his face, the sight he saw horrified him. His face..it was horrible. All of his skin was a cadaverous white, now, and the old mouth scars he had were gone, overwritten by the hypodermic scarring that had turned his body into a chilling reminder of the party that had gone terrifyingly wrong. He began to chuckle at the sight, the grisly state his face was in, before taking his switchblade and digging it into his cheeks, letting out awful sobs and laughs as bloody tears began to slide down his face.

"Who's there?"

His mother's voice called out into the darkness, and with rivers of crimson pouring from his wounds, he patiently waited. Carla turned the corner, a switchblade to the throat quickly silencing her. Her eldest son watched her gurgle and choke on her own blood, a cold, unforgiving glare meeting her gaze as she died on the floor. The cathartic sensation that washed over Jeff felt unending, his breath growing shaky as he entered his father's room. Carla had gotten out of bed and left Jeff Sr. asleep in his bed. Woods slowly approached his father, before raising his blade and driving down into his head, his father's eyes widening as he realized what was happening.

He was going to die.

Liu was asleep, downstairs, his earbuds blocking out any commotion he might've heard otherwise. He was a light sleeper, so the overpowering smell of blood and sweat that wafted into his room as his door opened was quick to wake him up. When he turned around, he saw his brother standing in the doorway, holding a blowtorch he'd surely gotten from the garage and sliding something down the back of his pants.

"Jeff..is that you? W-What're you doing here?"

A sickeningly prideful chuckle came from Jeff, turning on the blowtorch in his hand and holding it in the air so Liu could definitely see it.

"I am the devil, Liu. And I am here to do the devil's work."

Liu had no time to question his brother about anything he just heard, as Jeff had pinned down the boy with his left hand, igniting the flame of the blowtorch with the other. Then, every neuron in the boy's brain shocking him with pain as his brother rammed the blowtorch into his face, laughing at his screams and cries of pain, a smile soon charred into his face, much like Jeffrey's. Drawing his switchblade from his pocket, the elder sibling jammed the knife into Liu's shoulder, his screams delighting Jeffrey as his blood sprayed onto his face. Jeff, however, was soon knocked away by a lamp thrown at his head. He dropped the blowtorch and held the side of his head, looking to see who threw a lamp at him. He had just enough time to make out Natalie's face as she then struck Jeff with a wrench, knocking him even further back. Liu's body slumped off his bed as Woods tried to kick Natalie away, to no avail when she struck his ankle aside.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!"

She cried out as blows from her wrench followed, each one more and more painful than the last. However, Jeff had an ace up his sleeve. Reaching into the back of his pants, he grabbed his father's 1911 pistol and pressed it against her cheek.

"Go to sleep, bitch!"

The gunshot that then rang out was deafening, Natalie screaming as her face bled, both of her cheeks blasted open by the 45. ACP that was shot right into her face. Jeff groaned as he stood up, his body still aching from those wrench strikes, and reached down to Nat's face, gripping her right eyeball and beginning to yank it out of her head. With a disgusting snap of her eye's optic nerve, he succeeded, dropping the eyeball next to her. Natalie screamed until her vocal cords no longer let her, Jeffrey running his bloody, bandaged fingers through his hair without a single notion of guilt for his terrible crimes as she eventually passed out from blood loss. With 3 people surely dead at his hands for sure and 2 more in a less certain state, Jeff proudly smiled as he wrote a message in blood on one of the walls, Liu's sobs the only audible sound in the house.

"Why...? Jeff, why did you do this?"

Jeffrey turned to his brother..his crying, bleeding, surely dying brother. A member of his own family, laying in a pool of his own gore. He just looked at Liu, unable to conjure an answer.

"...Why?! Answer me, damnit.."

As Jeffrey began to walk toward the front door, he internally struggled to find an answer for Liu's pleas. The truth was..he didn't have an answer. These were crimes he committed out of impulse, out of a blind hatred he felt for the world. Jeff felt that his brother hated him anyways, so the truth wouldn't change anything. He slowly walked out of his home, not a single word leaving his lips as his brother pleaded for a reason for his killings.

Jeff had a moment of peace outside, his hoodie shielding his body from the cool winds around him. Then, he saw an old '68 Dodge Charger pulled over on the side of the road, and when he caught sight of Keith Winchester at a nearby payphone, he knew killing him would get rid of the aches his body faced from Natalie's attack, and take Liu's seeming demise off his mind. The car's hood was up, and as he got closer, Jeff was able to catch a glimpse of Troy trying to fix the engine.

"Yeah, our car's broken down and it needs to be towed somewhere it can be worked on. Yeah, we're on-"

Keith suddenly felt the phone cord wrapped tightly around his neck, Jeffrey strangling the life out of the boy from behind. The chuckle that sounded out from behind signaled to Keith that somehow, someway, Jeffrey was out of that hospital.

"I can't decide, whether you should live or die~ Oh, you'll you'll probably go to heaven, please don't hang your head and cry~"

The cord tightened around his throat, as Jeff softly sang into his ear, he desperately tried calling out to Troy, but the boy was unable to.

"No wonder why my heart feels dead inside, it's cold and hard and petrified!~ Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride~"

Winchester eventually grew limp in the killer's arms, so Woods dropped him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey, Keith! I think it's the timing belt, it got fucked all the way up!"

No response.

"...Keith? You okay?"

A series of hard thumps running up the car was the eventual response he got. Before he could even scream, the stick holding the trunk up snapped as Jeff jumped on top, crushing Troy's hands inside with a sickening crunch, the bones in his hands shattering under the combined weight of the heavy hood as well as Jeff's full body weight. Troy yelled at the top of his lungs in pain, his horror only growing as he saw the mess that was his assailant's face. Woods squatted down so he could talk to the poor bully face to face.

"Hi, Troy! How are ya? Hey, quit screaming, I'm talking here."

When Troy didn't stop, Jeff shook his head in annoyance.

"Okay, how about we teach you some anatomy, huh? It takes about.."

His bandaged hand took hold of one of Troy's ears, ripping it clean off.

"15 PSI to rip off a human ear. The same applies for both, actually! Why Mike Tyson was able to bite his opponent's ear off so easily."

As he talked, he ripped off his victim's other ear, reaching into his mouth as he cried and then yanking out his tongue, throwing it aside with disgust.

"That was your tongue, won't be needing that anymore..now, for the teeth! Good God, your teeth are bad..they aren't usually piss yellow, lemme just.."

Two punches to the boy's mouth and a face slam onto the car's hood loosened one of his front teeth enough that Jeff was able to yank out one of his front teeth, the blood flying out of the stump Troy once called a tongue soddening Wood's bandages with even more blood, to the point where they were beginning to fall off his hand and reveal the burnt, pale skin underneath.

"There! Now, it takes about 1,000 to 1,250 pound-feet of torque, or force if you're a neanderthal, to break a human neck! Here, I'll show you!"

Jeff then slid his hands into position, finally ending Keith's misery by breaking his neck, killing him instantly.

"I think this surgery went pretty damn well!"

The killer hopped off the hood of the car and continued down the road, his mission becoming clear in his head. It wouldn't be long before the police caught up to him, so before they found him, he needed to hit one last place.

Ingrid groaned as she made her way downstairs, having decided to crash at Jane's place for a bit since she recently got thrown out of her house. She began rummaging through the freezer when she heard the wail of several police cruisers speeding past.

"What's with all the cops at this hour?"

She went to look out the window, but a hand soon clasped over her mouth, a knife quickly slitting her throat as well. As her blood dribbled from her throat, her attacker spun her around so he could look at her..look at the girl Jeff felt he was replaced by.

"You..You took my Janey away from me..and now, she'll die for her nerve, to leave me when she knew I had issues, and you'll die for daring to touch her!"

3 more strikes to the neck followed, Ingrid's head coming clean off and rolling along thee floor after the 3rd slash connected. Jeffrey took a look around the house Jane brought him to when they were together during one of the only meaningful relationships Jeffrey had. So many hateful, vile thoughts ran through his head as he grabbed a canister of gas from the garage and 2 chairs. He used the chairs to barricade Jane and her parents in their rooms, before pouring the gasoline around the house. Jeff then struck a match he found in a kitchen, walking outside and carelessly dropping the matchbox as he went. He gazed into the small flame for what felt like ages, all the memories he had with this house flashing before his eyes as he threw the match on the gasoline. An inferno quickly started, Woods turning around and walking away as his former lover's house burned. 3 police cars soon pulled up to the burning home, the officers seeing the blood-soaked perpetrator of the crime calmly walking down the driveway.

#creepypasta #jeffery woods #liu woods #jeff the killer #clockwork #sully #tw so much violent murder omg #i think i went overboard

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dindooku · 3 years

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rating: E (swearing)

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You woke to a jolt and the sudden displacement of something beneath you. Before you could catch yourself, you'd fallen harshly to the floor in an agitated heap of confusion and blurred vision.

"Shit, Amy...we have to get up, it's late, we're late--," growled Obi-Wan, who, once you managed to open your eyes to catch onto the commotion soon recognised that he was scrambling around the apartment like a headless chicken. You’d both fallen asleep on the couch from last night, your head resting peacefully on his lap, or at least it was until he’d gotten up so quick he’d thrown you off the sofa in blinded panic. However he was so caught up in whatever he was doing he didn’t even notice you lying grumpily on the floor as he was frantically grabbing things, clothes specifically and chucking them untidily into the duffel bag he'd somehow scraped up in his scurry. But that's not what caught your attention, it was instead the unsavoury choice of words the ever-polite Obi-Wan Kenobi had decided to use. Like Christmas had come early, you jumped at the opportunity to chastise the man.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi! I beg your pardon?" you say in a mock shock voice from the floor of his apartment, making a dramatic gasp as you sit up and prop yourself up on the sofa. You were a terrible actor, and it showed. Nonetheless, you got your point across.

"Oh don't even start my Dear, you have no ground to stand on!" Obi-Wan reprimands, but not bothering to turn and face you, instead focusing his sole attention on packing his wardrobe, as well as a few extra things for you. You'd not had chance to shop or grab any spare clothes since your arrived so his old Padawan robes would have to do. Once you'd made yourself comfy again, you curled up into the corner of the sofa, tucking your hands under your thighs as you watched the man panic. You don't understand what all the fuss is about, it's not like you had anywhere to be.

"What's the rush?" you ask, he really was visibly irritated, it was obviously something important.

"We are late! We are meant to be boarding in 10 minutes, and I haven't even packed, and neither have you! This is most--," Obi-Wan stammers, nearly tripping over his cloak as he hurriedly shucks it on and over his shoulders. He opens the last drawer to the cupboard on the right and pulls out more robes and another cloak and all but chucks them at you. You don't even have time to react before he's commanding you, kneeling down at the foot of the sofa in front of you and unlacing your boots.

"What do you think you're doing?! Not even gonna buy me a drink before--" you say shocked, but this time your reaction isn't fake. What the fuck does he think he's doing?

"Its’s not that, Amy, we have a mission, were heading to Yerbana to quell the separatist disturbance, I haven't got time to explain now--" he says, pausing as he pulls the second boot off and pats your thighs in a way to get you up, again picking up the clothes he had chucked at you and forcing them into your hands, "just please get changed! We have to leave, now." he finishes. You mumble a grunt of displeasure at the sudden wake-up call but do as you’re told, jogging off to your room to quickly get changed and grab your rucksack. You do a quick pass over to make sure you have everything, but then you realise you still haven't been given your guns back from before the hospital. You're not leaving this planet without them, no way in hell. You shout from your room, "Obi!", your new nickname for him muffled by the spare t-shirt you’d packed on Earth being pulled over your head, your fringe falling into your eyes before you have chance to pin it back. You don't have time to fix it right now, so the messy, unkept ponytail will have to do.

"What?" he shouts back, followed by the metal ding of something falling to the floor.

"Where's my guns?" you shout back.

"What?!" he shouts again, you can hear the frustration building in his tone.

"Where. Are. My. Guns?" you punctuate, practically screaming now.

"I, uh, I had to give them to Cody for inspection, they're not standard issue!" he shouts back. He was obviously lying and he was doing a terrible job as well, which only wound you up more.

"Wha--Why?! They're my guns, I need them! Where are they?!" you're dumbfounded. They're your things, he didn't have the right to take them from you - yes they're guns but surely they had seen a pistol or submachine gun before, they could've given them back to you by now. Plus, the temple was practically surrounded by armed guards, and if Obi-Wan got to carry his lightsaber, why couldn’t you carry your guns?

"Why do you need to know?!" He shouts, and you hear his footsteps closing in on your location.

"I need them!" this mans got some right cheek expecting you to leave this planet without any form of protection.

"We can just give you some of ours! Come on and hurry up!" he finishes by knocking impatiently at your door, and the faint tap of his foot tapping against the floor echoes quietly in your room. You cant help the familiar feeling of anger rising in your chest, but you do your best to quell it as you open the door... aggressively, still in the process of shifting your rucksack onto your back. You grit him an angry look before striding out past him and back over to one of his cupboards. Maybe he'd stashed them away somewhere in his apartment? He’s lied before, who’s to say he hasn’t hidden them from you?

Recognising what you're doing, he grabs you by the arm and begins to pull you over to the door. Now, you would've protested like you did the day before, but as soon as that memory of the aftermath hit you, you knew better than that, you'd never react like that again, not after the way he treated you after; he was too kind, too caring for his own good. You swore you wouldn't be cruel to this man; and you couldn't deny, for some reason…this small tiff was exciting you. You were now leaning into his touch, his charge over you was drawing you in. But, you knew better than to get shitty with him so you bit your tongue and thought of a different approach - opting instead just to do the easiest thing and keep quiet; but he was insistent on dragging you away so you had no other choice, "Uh-uh, I am not leaving this planet without my stuff!" you say, beginning to lose your patience and yanking his arm off of yours as you stride over to the other side of the room, checking the other cupboards and looking for any secret compartments.

"The Republic is in danger!" He all but shouts, exasperated, his arms moving wide as he shows his complete agony at your refusal to leave. Time was ticking and he couldn't be late, Obi-Wan Kenobi was never late.

"Your life is in danger if you don't. give. me. my. guns." you sneer, turning aggressively and striding up to him, squaring up just millimetres from his face.

"We have to leave right now! This is for the greater good!" He curts back, grabbing you by both arms and moving in even closer to you to the point if you wanted to, you could head-butt him and he wouldn't be able to react, no-matter what Jedi senses he had.

"Greater good?! Don't give me that bullshit," you snide, but then you notice the smallest of smiles tickle his lips, and that fire in his eyes from yesterday has all but relit, this time a warm and flickering flame. You know you shouldn't wind him up, it only makes things worse, but by God did you just not give a fuck anymore. Fuck it. You cant even have an argument with this man without getting turned on. So screw it, you're gonna embrace these feelings even though you know you shouldn't; for the moment, the reward outweighs the benefit - you're in a different fucking galaxy for Christ's sake, anything is possible. Grow a pair and just say it.

"I am the greatest good you're ever gonna get, Master Kenobi" you snarl, but in a smirky, flirtatious way. Two can play this game Mr. Kenobi; if you're gonna flirt with me, I'm gonna flirt with you.

Game on.

Kenobi stammers, but he doesn't move away like you expected him to, instead he is just still. He doesn't even risk breathing and you wonder if you have broken some sort of programming chip or if Obi-Wan.exe has actually stopped working. After a hot minute, his grip on your arms tightens, and before you know whats going on, the room spins around you - everything a blur. And then thud, shit, you're trapped against the wall. What is going on--

He's kissing you.

Okay you definitely were not expecting this reaction. However you don't protest, it's futile, you want this man and he wants you; and with the little space he has allowed for you to move...you lean into it, pouring everything into this kiss in an effort to cleanse your guilty conscience. You shouldn't be indulging in this, you hardly knew him...but why did it feel so right? Why did it feel like his lips were carved exclusively for you, like his desperation was only cured by the intimate presence of your skin to his? You could question it all you liked, but you knew you were meant to do this. You felt a cool and icy shiver rack your body, only for it to be chased away by a searing heat that ignited your senses and threw you into the deep end of arousal. You were hot, but not in reaction to temperature, but hot and drunk on his heat, his incessant movements and pressure, his greatest efforts to get more of you, his need to make you understand how you make him feel. So you return the favour, moving your jaw in unison with his, your minds and souls binding and moving like forbidden clockwork. It felt so fucking good, he felt good, everything in this moment felt good. His soft lips were a juxtaposition to his actions, he was rough, aggressive - completely contrasting to his usual gentle nature.

This was needy, possessive. He needed you, and you needed him.

Eventually you both had to break away for air, and it was then you realised that his hands had moved from your arms and were now either side of your head, gripping tightly to your hair like he was afraid you'd slip away if he let go. But you would never go, not after that; not after feeling what you felt. The thought of leaving his side now panged your chest, and you felt this unwritten connection to his soul - it was nothing you've ever felt before, something you don't want to feel again with anyone but him.

"I--I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha--," he rasps, and his eyes widen with panic as he realises exactly what he's just done. His body had gone into autopilot and he just couldn't resist the temptation to just show you exactly what those words made him feel. He'd only known you briefly for a day or so, but he already knew you spoke the truth - you were the greatest good he was ever going to get, and he could not let you think otherwise; he'd be a fool to make the same mistakes as before, especially when he felt this strongly about you. It was forbidden, the Jedi Order would not condone his feelings; but the pain he has felt time and time again is not an option anymore. He is going to take your advice and serve himself, to be selfish just this once. The Force had brought you two together for a reason. He couldn't deny the feeling the felt the moment his lips touched yours; an incredible heat burned his body from the inside out but was immediately extinguished by a glorious cooling surge of ice that calmed his nerves and sent him falling into the ever deepening pit of lust. It was like you were made for each-other, perfectly complimenting the others differences and calming the raging storms that twisted and turned within both your souls, pooling and mixing into something you could both share, a united feeling that was exclusive to just you and him.

"Shut up--" you moan, leaning in to kiss him once again, this time throwing your arms around his neck to bring his body to yours. You needed to be close, to be his.

That was it. His last tether of resolve singed away and the ice from before swept him into a frenzy. He grabbed you again, and like before, the intimate feeling of your souls blending blinded his arousal and shot shooting pains though his chest.

'ting-ting-ting-ting'

“What's--that," you breathe out between kisses, hoping you're just hearing things. Yet you aren't, and Obi-Wan reluctantly pulls away and turns away from you. He knows exactly who that is. How was he going to get himself out of this one?

"Anakin"

"Obi--Master. Are you okay? You're late...and you look flushed, are you ill?" Anakin inquires, the blue holo-projection of his head moving closer to inspect Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan hastily turned away from you, doing his best to get you out of the frame - he could hide his emotions, you could not, and by the way your hair was strewn in wild directions here, there and everywhere, it'd be quite obvious why he was late.

"No, no, I'm fine, I--My alarm didn't go off and so I woke up late, Amy has just finished getting ready and were on our way down now," Obi-Wan blurts out. He was a great negotiator, yes - but Anakin knew his Master like no one and he soon caught onto Obi-Wan's poor attempt at lying.

"Master...," Anakin pauses, and you notice him clearly eyeing up Obi-Wan in speculation. You silently prayed he would not catch on; you had a bad feeling Anakin was someone who would not let you forget something like this, and you hoped not for your sake but for Obi-Wan's that he'd drop the act soon enough, "Sure Master...sure. Get down here, we're leaving in 10." Anakin smirks before cutting the transmission - not allowing Obi-Wan to protest.

"Shit" Obi-Wan swears.

"Language" you remind him, giggling as he turns and gives you the evils. But it doesn't last long, and he soon joins you until you're both in a fit of laughter. Surely if it felt this good it was the right thing to do?

"Come on, we don't have long, let's get down there before they suspect anything else, come," Obi-Wan finishes, hitting the panel on the door and grabbing his duffel bag on the way out as you follow him into the hallways and to the hanger.

________

As far as awkward conversations go, this just about takes the cake.

You were stood in the ships war room, alone with Obi-Wan and Anakin. The silence was deafening, and you couldn't ask Obi-wan for help because he was just as guilty as you. You were both to be punished it seems, but you'd always argue it was worth it.

"So...let's address the bantha in the room" Anakin starts off strong - you freeze. You're pretty sure your heart just dropped out your chest, or you wished it would because it would be less painful than having to sit through this conversation. Obi-Wan however is as cool as ice, and you suppose this is why he has the rank of General and is one of the most decorated Jedi in the Order...or so Anakin tells you; either way he is the epitome of calm and he brushes Anakin's comment off like an insignificant breeze with a roll of his shoulders.

"And what's that, Anakin?" Obi-Wan interrogates. He's feeling risky today - you have to admit, the guys got balls. If attachment is forbidden, he really is running a fine line, maybe the general isn't as much of a straight arrow as you thought - everyone loves an adrenaline rush...

Anakin eyes the both of you for a hot minute. His attention leaves Obi-Wan and zones in on you. He knows you're the weakest link here, or that is what he thinks anyway. Come on Amy, get your shit together, you were in the SAS for fucks sake!

"Yes, Anakin?" you snap back at him before he has a chance to interrogate you too. You broaden your shoulders and take a step towards him, moving past Obi-Wan and standing protectively in front of him. Inside you were screaming, but on the outside, you were as hard as Beskar. Nothing was going to move you, you were a force that couldn't be reckoned with. Anakin was quiet, but he caught your body language and strode towards you, crossing his arms across his chest and looking down at you - his own attempt at intimidation. But it was no use, you'd faced worse people, warlords and mass murderers. Anakin was easy game.

"Nothing." He hums, but it soon turns into a smirk. He eyes you, hard, like he's somehow seeing past your barriers and not at you, but through you; like he was reading your mind. It was weird, and an odd tingle scratched at the back of your head. On impulse you reached back and scratched it, but it wouldn't rid the dull ache that was quickly forming. The only way you could describe it was like someone was knocking on your head from the inside. Obi-Wan noticed your confusion and stepped in, curbing a situation before it starts.

"Anakin you know better than that, don't." Obi-Wan warns, chastising the younger man for his behaviour. You didn't know what was going on but figured it was some weird space wizard shit so you just kept to yourself. Even if they were to explain it, you were sure you wouldn't understand anyway. You just wanted to hear the mission debrief, get your guns back and find your cabin. Obi-Wan had mentioned you using a data pad on the walk to the ship as a means to pass the time - but you had a feeling you wouldn't be doing much reading considering you were about to become a motherfucking Astronaut. This was something you hadn't told Obi-Wan - you were originally an academic. You accepted an offer to study Astrophysics at Oxford - your dream literally coming true. It was all you ever wanted, to learn and study the stars, the moons and planets - endless, infinite lands and places of opportunity, discovery.

Space mesmerized you.

It always had. It was something you and your Dad we're always interested in. You supposed your curiosities stemmed from his own fascination with life outside of the little rock you inhabited, and those principles were drilled into your soul from the moment you were born. The sheer mass of concept for Space was incomprehensible to the human mind, and you always found yourself wondering what it was like beyond what you could see, what was yours to understand. The theory of reality is what caught your attention, what really drew you in. You figured out from an early age that things only exist because they're ours, because our eyes have laid upon them; like discovering a continent for the first time, or finding a new star in the sky; our cognition on reality changes every-time a new one is discovered. But reality doesn't define truth. Reality is a concept moulded by the human mind, it's programmed into us, allowing us to function in our reality; and to us, that is all that matters, that our truth is our reality. To us, humans on Earth, life means something - an organism that is living; but that's our concept of reality on life. Other creatures may have other definitions and criteria for life, and that's why when Obi-Wan attempted to explain the Force and its intelligence, the fact that it binds and interwinds with everything within the Galaxy, your interest surged. The infinite possibilities of your conscience instantly evolved beyond control and now you were incapable of grasping any form of relativity because your basis for understanding, your core concepts of life, your own reality had shifted - and like gravity, your connection to life as you knew it had all but been manipulated into something new, a different mass of knowledge, a different belief.

A new reality.

But you don't get much time to contemplate as the doors to the war room open and a few soldiers walk in. You turn around to face them and stand at attention - this was a habit that wasn't going to break anytime soon.

“Cody, Rex - this is Amy. She’ll be joining us to Yerbana,” Obi-Wan introduced you. The two soldiers nodded their heads in acknowledgement.

“Yes, we've heard of you, the troops are eager to meet you, say - you were a solder before you found yourself here?” Rex asks, removing his helmet along with Cody and resting it under his arm.

“Yes, I was a Commanding Officer in the SAS... Which is like intelligence and reconnaissance. We were best of the best.” you reply. You weren't one for self-praise but you also weren't lying - the SAS was one of the top, if not the best armed intelligence organisation on Earth, and you were proud to be considered an essential part.

“Ah, perfect. We have the mission detail here, we are eager to hear your opinion on our strategy, General Kenobi told us that was one of your specialities?” Cody returned. This calmed you a little, A - because you'd be doing something familiar, something you were naturally gifted at, organising battle-plans and stealth routes; and B - because Obi-Wan had spoken highly of you to the Troops. It was a small gesture but heartwarming all the same.

“Sure, let's have a look, ” you assert, slipping into your commander mindset instantly.

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The plan was a solid one, you had to give them that - although the only grievance you had was Anakin's obsession with running head-first into danger. You'd said time and time again that there was a time and a place for blunt aggression, but he was just not having any of it. He insisted his team, the 501st was to go for a full-on frontal assault. Your frustration with his incompetence and disregard for your opinion was frustrating beyond belief. Every time someone brought up a new idea, he'd just butt in and demand he knew best. Over an hour had passed and you'd had enough.

‘Skywalker, how am I going to get it past that thick skull of yours that running headfirst into a firefight we are blatantly outnumbered against is not only a stupid idea but a selfish one at that?” you let out, gripping the sides of the war table until your knuckles had turned white. You didn't need to look up to know the face he and everyone else in the room was pulling. The room was silent, no-one even dared to breathe. You had been calm throughout the whole instigation, choosing only brief moments to speak and provide your input. But he was just driving you up the wall. No one said anything so you continued.

“I have faced countless war zones, seen death more times than I would like to ever admit, as I am sure you have as well. Yet you seem so complacent with your tactics? Use that brain of yours and see the bigger picture, hmm? If we run headfirst into this, block A and C will be overrun within minutes, and no amount of Jedi fuckery is going to save you from that; so drop the hero antics and listen. If the 212th drop at B, and you drop at D, we can counter from both sides whilst I send my crew in through C and infiltrate from inside; disabling the electronics, lights and defensive cannons. This will buy you both a distraction and we can work from the inside out, as well as allowing aircraft artillery to attend if things go south. If their attention is initially drawn to my team, their backs will practically be turned to you and then you can swing that glitter stick of yours to your hearts content, ok? Just... for the love of Christ have some patience” you finish, breathing heavily now that you’d managed to get your plan out in the open.

No one dared to say a thing, and you were now regretting your informal choice of words and chastising. You weren’t even part of the Army here and you were inciting orders. But, before you could backtrack, Anakin interjected.

“You’re right,” Anakin mumbled, followed by a brief huff of frustration, “I just want to get this over with…either way we still have the weeks long travel there and back, we have plenty of time to plan. Let’s pick this up tomorrow.” he finished, and you don’t even get time to reply before he is strutting out of the room in a sulk.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan follows. You don’t see the cautionary glance he gives you, but knows better than to let his former Padawan stroll off alone with his emotions. He could practically feel the anger in swathes. You were with Rex and Cody, they’d look after you - so Obi-Wan shuffled after Anakin and out into the hallway.

You still haven’t bothered looking up from the table and your shoulders tense when the heavy doors swing back shut at Anakin’s angered exit. You close your eyes and take a deep breathe, counting down from ten like you always did back home when someone would aggravate you. It was a good tactic and always seemed to work. You get to three before you're interrupted.

“Don’t take it personally, he's always like that. He'll come around soon enough.” Rex says, walking over and standing next to you at the table. You take a deep breathe and centre yourself, letting your frustrations flow away and just leaving it, it’s not worth the agro. You turn to face Rex.

“Thanks, I apologise for my tone, I should know better than to talk like that.” You admit, looking down at your feet and awkwardly meddling with the loose string you’d picked on the inside of your shirt. Rex didn’t say anything and you thought you were being dismissed as he walked away. You closed your eyes again and took another deep breath. You’d been out of line and let Anakin’s frustrations fuel your own - you knew better than this. You thought of finding Anakin’s quarters and apologising personally, that would be the grown up thing to do. You open your eyes and turn to leave but you’re stopped in your tracks by Cody handing you a large black crate.

“Whats this, Cody?” You ask, taking the crate from him and placing it down on a near table.

“Your guns, we have a few questions if you don’t mind?” Cody confers, and you follow him over to the table Rex had decided to sit at, placing the crate onto the middle of the table. You sat down opposite the two troopers, not bothering to hide the excited grin that prickled your lips.

“Sure, what can I do to help?” You say, turning your attention from the odd crate to the two solders.

“What are they, your guns? We can’t seem to figure it out…?” Cody admits, placing his helmet on the floor as he reaches over and begins to open the crate. Your guns come into view, your few possessions of your life from home. Your heart jumps at the realisation Obi-Wan hadn’t been lying, and then a pang of embarrassment tugs your heart as you remember how you spoke to him, thinking he was purposefully hiding them from you. They were just genuinely curious, and you internally curse yourself for being so bigoted.

“Well, they’re just regular guns, two Glocks and a M14EBR assault rifle. They’re standard in the military, or at least where I’m from. Why? Have you never seen a gun, I mean you guys are constantly carrying them around!” You don’t even bother trying to hide your confusion, maybe you’d hit your head when you fell off the sofa this morning? But either way, any opportunity to talk equipment guiltily made your mouth drool.

You had an odd relationship with guns. Often people would argue that they caused death and pain and where unnecessary, and you agreed with them, which seems hypocritical at first. Except for the fact that your viewpoint wasn’t typical of a solider. You would love a world where guns did not exist, you hated their concept of design for murder, but at the same time, you knew that you wished for impossible things, and unfortunately the reality was just as painful; sick, twisted people who got their hands on guns often did sick twisted things with them, often to innocent people, and with how guns are designed you had to fight fire with fire. You permitted your use of firearms only in defence and for the protection of others who could not help themselves. It was a difficult parabellum you struggled to grasp at first, but after facing fight after fight, the conflict faded and you saw the truth.

Humans could be terrible, terrible beings, and some have access to power they should not be trusted with. Unfortunately, there comes a time for hard choices, permanent choices, and someone has to be the messenger. Using guns didn’t make you bad, it was what you were using them for which made you a bad person. You convinced yourself that if you only used them in protective means for those who did not have the same choices as you, you would help them in any way you could, even if it meant defiling your moral privilege to do so. Over time, you’d become fond of your equipment and the experiences you’d witnessed using them, with them. It was odd, but you held a deep-rooted and embracing connection to your possessions. They were just guns, but they had saved your life and countless others, but also taken many too. You couldn’t really describe the sentimental love-hate relationship, but they were some of your last remaining reminders of your previous life, and you’d unhealthily cling to them, even though you know you shouldn’t.

“Ours shoot plasma, yours shoot…metal?” Cody informs, but they seem to be just as confused as you.

“Yes…they shoot bullets…don’t tell me you’ve never seen it before? A bullet?” You chuckle in disbelief.

“No, we can’t say we have… how does it work?” Rex asks again. And the three of you spend the next few hours discussing the differences between your experiences. You told them everything about the SAS and how it operated, what missions you’d done and all things in-between. Talking to people of your same nature, who weren’t bound by weird wizard rules but served a power and their brothers, were loyal and part of a bigger family. It was homely, and before long you felt yourself opening up more than you would have expected to. Eventually the conversation landed on your crew:

9’s - he was quiet, never said much. He was called 9’s because he only had 9 fingers. You laughed when you told them about how he’d lost it on his first SAS mission. You’d been on a stakeout in Siberia for intel and in his sleep it had gotten bitten off by a pack of wolves you all had to fight off. It was terrifying at the time but you all look back at in and laugh now.

Screw - “funny bloke” is all you could describe him. The nickname came from the clear understanding that the moment you met him, you knew he had a screw loose. He was bonkers yet fearless, and he carried your team through the darkest, most dangerous moments. The man had nothing to loose, and that was terrifying but tactful.

Sleeves - this was quiet self explanatory. Sleeves hated…well, sleeves. Every item of clothing he had couldn’t have sleeves - new tunics were always massacred into tank tops. You all knew it was because he liked to show off his tattoos, but he’d always argue it was because he was hot. You’d all call him out on his bullshit but you loved him all the same.

Frankie - his name wasn’t actually Frankie but the moment you found out he had American parents and his favourite food was hotdogs (frankfurters in particular) it was settled, no if’s or but’s. Frankie was sensible, too wise for his age but he still acted like a child sometimes, and you’d always put him in his place.

Cap - he was the adult of the group. He was sensible, smart and level headed; and acted way too old for his age. But, he was a necessary balance to the group and never swore, and after chastising you on a mission when your language took a particularly sour (British) path he took the name Cap after you’d called him Cap’n ‘Murica as joke, and it stuck.

505 - this guy had an obsession with the Arctic Monkeys, and during your first week together he’d sing the song ‘505’ on repeat until you forcibly choked him, forcing him to tap out and stop - only for five minutes until he started again. You had to admit he had an incredible taste in music, and you often found yourself sat next to him on long trips sharing an EarPod.

Rex and Cody went on to explain the members of their battalions, and you knew instantly that you’d get along. Time had flown between the three of you and before you knew it it was nearing the afternoon. Over time a few of the other troopers had filled into the room, and before you knew it, there was a good 15 or so troopers gathered around the table. You all exchanged wild stories, and many laughed at the way you described a few funny moments - in particular the Siberian wolf incident. It felt so homely to be back with troopers again, people of your own ilk. What did un-nerve you however was the fact that they all looked the same, and it freaked you out even more when they told you they were clones. The shock was obvious and they couldn’t believe you hadn’t mastered cloning on Earth, and it became obvious just how primal your technological understanding truly was. They couldn’t believe it when you’d said you’d only travelled to one moon, and they were even more shocked to find this was your first time in space-flight. Flying through space at light speed seemed so normal to them, except for you it was your wildest dream coming true. But you’d have plenty of time to live in it as you remembered Anakin saying you had a weeks long travel, there and back. Perfect.

“So, you gonna show is how to use these guns or what?” Cody joked.

“Sure, you got a gun range or something?” You asked, standing up from your seat and picking up your guns. Fives had asked earlier if you needed anything and you said your rucksack as it contained your thigh holsters for your Glocks, as well as your combat knives and other equipment. He had soon returned and once you stood, you started attaching the various bits and pieces so you could carry everything on your person.

“Yeah,” Wolffe said, then turning to command the troops, “lets all head over, cmon, follow us,” he finished. You’d finished getting yourself ready and holstered your guns before following them out to the gun range.

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Evening must have been approaching because you were beginning to feel the appetising pull of sleep. The troopers had taken you to the mess hall where you could grab some grub before kicking the bucket for the night. You hadn’t seen Obi-Wan all day, and you had been too busy to even think of him, let alone spend any time with him. But, as you took the last bite of your evening meal, your mind drifted to the kiss from before. The voices of the troopers blurred out and you found yourself recalling the moments in slow motion.

His lips pressed to yours, seeking comfort and getting only wild emotion in return. He’d said attachment is forbidden, yet he acted with such surity and meaningfulness, it made you question his standpoint on the ‘Jedi Code’ he so rigorously followed.

You’d never felt anything like that before - the connection you felt to him was lingering and it felt like it hadn’t left. An odd energy tugged at you; you could feel it in your chest, and if you centred yourself and took a moment to feel your emotions you could feel a new, foreign body faintly connected to you. You closed your eyes and tried to focus in on the odd presence, and after a few moments of deep breathing and relaxing, you found yourself in a separate state you had never been in before. Even though your eyes were closed you still felt like you could see, but you didn’t have to move - your eyes were not the stimulus, no - it was your feelings instead; and at the distant corner of your consciousness, a faint, lavender thread attached itself to you. You absentmindedly followed the tether until you found yourself approaching a chasm of light, a deep cerulean blue that circled like a whirlpool in front of you. Yet this wasn’t aggressive or angry like it should be - whirlpools were meant to be dangerous, but this one was different. It was calm and controlled, centred, its energy emanated out from its centre, not from inside - the light it emitted glowing cooly against the stark black backdrop of your consciousness. You felt an immeasurable attraction to it, and you wanted to reach out. But you stopped yourself out of fear for disturbing it - it was so peaceful and sentient, you should be happy enough to just look at it, to be in its presence.

Thats when you chanced a look at yourself, and you were astonished to find you were glowing red, a hot fire of golden hues. But your light wasn’t emanating from you, instead you were drawing the light into you, sucking at the energy that surrounded you. It was odd, how you contrasted the cloud of blues before you. Everything seemed so nice in this moment, perfect. But it didn’t last long. Before you could stop it, you were reaching out and grasping the blue light, and like how your energy seemed to pull in towards itself, you began pulling and tearing at the peaceful presence before you. You were draining them. The colour began to mix and blend between you, and you panicked. You instantly pulled back and out of your relaxed trance, opening your eyes with a sudden gasp for air.

The Troopers looked at you weirdly, and it took you a second to collect your thoughts and realise your surroundings.

“Are you okay?” Jesse asked, placing a hand on you shoulder from across the table.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good, I—I need to get some sleep. Do any of you know where Obi—General Kenobi is?” You asked, scratching at your face with the lower half of your palms, trying to make sense of what you’d just seen, or felt.

“No… but I’ll call him, give me a moment” Cody said as he pulled out the communicator. You didn’t listen into the conversation, you couldn’t if you tried. You were so distant, and you were drained. Trying to focus that hard had obviously taken its toll on you and you needed to sit down and piece it all together away from prying eyes. A few minutes passed and soon you were brought back into thinking by the warm presence of Obi-Wan. You stood to get up and greet him but were shocked to find the hallway empty. Thats odd, you could have sworn you felt him— and then he came round the corner. You’d felt his presence before he even got into the room…

“Amy,” Obi-Wan said as he stood before you.

“General,” You reply, dumbfounded at your crazy revelation. You must be tired because you’re beginning to imagine things now, “Care to show me where I will be sleeping?” You finish.

“Sure, follow me. Cody, Rex,” Obi-Wan politely acknowledged before placing a hand on your shoulders and leading you out of the mess hall.

You followed Obi-Wan to the quarters of the ship, but were surprised when you found yourself in quarters that looked suspiciously like they were his - his woollen cloak was draped over a chair and his lightsaber sat proudly on the small coffee table in the middle of the room. He closed the door behind him before guiding you to the sofa where you’d both sit. However before he sat, he’d stuck the kettle on and grabbed a blanket, carefully draping it over you before he finished preparing the two cups of tea he’d placed out.

“Obi-Wan,” You start, yawning before taking a sip of the teacup he passes to you as he sits down next to you on the sofa, kicking his feet out and crossing them.

“Yes?” He asks, but he doesn’t look at you. Instead, he reaches for the odd looking tablet from the table in front of you both and opens it up, his attention drawn to whatever he was beginning to scroll through. He seemed so comfortable in your presence, so natural. He never seemed this relaxed with others - always having a weird guard up that prevented anyone from seeing past the war-hardened General that stood before them. You’d only known each other for a few days now and already it felt like you had known him all your life - this unwritten connection fusing you both together in ways neither of you wanted to acknowledge for the moment. You, because your feelings were moving incredibly fast and you had to be mindful of your situation; you can never trust anyone. Those you have trusted have only ever hurt you and you fear that if you let these feelings harbour in the way they’re un-shamefully manifesting like they are, the moment Kenobi breaks your trust like you know he will, you don’t know if you will be able to hold it together this time. You knew the Jedi order condemned any form of attachment as they lead to dangerous feelings, and now you could start to see their sense. The kiss this morning was dangerous - it restrained your mind from forming coherent thoughts over anything but the kiss.

You needed to acknowledge it but you didn’t want to sour the sweet memory. The risk of Kenobi’s regret of his actions made you nervously sweat.

He’d noticed your hesitance and decided to break the ice for you.

“I apologise for this morning, it was not…” He stammers. And your worst fears are confirmed. He did regret it. He didn’t feel the same as you. And for a second time you feel the heartburning wrench at you feelings. Except this time you knew it was coming. It would have been too good to be true, a man of Kenobi’s stature admitting such strong, unrestrained feelings towards you was not to be condoned. However the painful question burned whether he could not, or would not.

Instead of acting brash and childishly, you sat in silence, letting yourself stew in your own self pity - the only physical sign of your turmoil was the white knuckling grip you had on the tea-cup you were grasping in front of you. He continues, although this is something he would come to regret, “It was unprofessional and I must apologise.” He finishes.

The grip on the cup doesn’t falter, and now your emotions turn to a bitter ice. You’re so wrapped up in his incredibly bad choice of words that you don’t notice the warm tea within the pot freeze almost instantly, the faint cracks of ice under pressure jolting the tension within the room.

“Unprofessional?” You say, the calm tone of your voice deceiving…deceiving enough to convince Obi -Wan that you were in fact taking this a lot better than he thought you would be. He didn’t want to cut you off, but he knew he had to. He’d told himself that he would grant himself that moment, this secret. But his meditation earlier today sent him down a different path and the strict code he had practically worshipped since initial autonomy as a child gripped him in a vicious vice and centred him on this authoritarian path of (what now felt like) emptiness. And now he truly did feel like a vessel to the force, a catalyst for a greater purpose. But he knew the pain of dismissing his feelings for you now would be less painful than months and years down the line. He had to cut this connection now before he could not resist the temptations of your comfort any longer.

“Yes, I apologise for my lapse of judgement,” he muttered, not bothering to place the tablet down on the table. He figured if he played it off as casual you wouldn’t react, that if he let on to his feelings you’d somehow convince him he was wrong. He hoped you’d see it as casual, and that your feelings were not as undeniable as his.

He was wrong. Tragically so.

“Lapse of judgement?” You repeat. This time the tone of your voice isn’t calm, and instead is broken mid sentence by the painful waver of your true emotions. This causes Obi-Wan to stop scrolling and slowly peer a look to you, one that he now knew to be bad, very bad.

You closed your eyes and took a deep, shaky breath - your grasp on your hurt only just holding on. The violet tether from before was now lit at both ends like a stick of dynamite, indicating the limited amount of time you had until the grip on your control would surely explode. You had to get away before you did something you’d regret. After all, his unprofessional actions were all but a singing your heartstrings - he didn’t want to feel for you, he felt like you were a mistake, maybe you were. This whole situation was a mistake, and now for the first time; you wish you never let your curiosity guide you. You stupid, stupid girl.

Without saying anything you put the tea down onto the coffee table before you, still not noticing how you’d frozen it into a solid block. You get up, placing the blanket Obi-Wan had placed over you onto the sofa and walk towards the door. You had no words. None. You had to have some space to process everything - if you were to spend a week on the same ship as this man you had to calm down before you cut the journey short - for everyone. That didn’t guarantee you wouldn’t shoot him the moment you landed.

“Where are you going?” Obi-Wan asks, following you up out of the sofa and towards the door. This was not his plan at all, how could he have messed up so bad?

“Away from you.” You reply emptily - no bitterness, anger or frustration. Just empty. He did not deserve your pity. He played you, let out his uncontrollable lust on you and now played it off as if it was nothing, that it was a mistake. No, you would not entertain this sorry state of a man who claims for fight for peace when all he wreaks is havoc on your heart.

“Did I say something wrong?” Obi-Wan insists. The both of you are now stood at the door, your hand hovering over the button but not pressing it - Obi-Wan keeping his distance, not making the same mistake as last time.

You can’t hold the sadistic chuckle that leaves your throat.

“No, General, you said nothing wrong.” And with that you pressed the button and left the room.

He knew better than to follow.

After all, this is what he wanted.

Wasn’t it?

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sinful-imagines · 4 years

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"Aw, You're blushing like a Rose." To Narancia Pt 5

That’s my favorite prompt from the list with my favorite character so thank you so much for the request! Also I got kinda carried away and made this one longer than the others so I hope you enjoy it!

Tutoring- Narancia

You were sitting on your bed and listening to music when you started to hear screaming. You removed your earbuds and started to listen to the conversation. It was definitely Fugo screaming at Narancia for getting his math wrong again, no doubt about that. You were about to run out of your room to try and resolve the situation before Narancia came running into your room. “(Name), Fugo yelled at me again!” He whined as he plopped down onto your bed. Luckily there didn’t seem to be any blood or injuries on his face, but you were still mad that Fugo continuously yelled at your boyfriend. “It’s so stupid, why do I even have to learn this? And he’s making me do more of it later!”

“Yeah, he’s a prick sometimes. Maybe I could try teaching you today to see if you’ll learn better with someone who’s not screaming at you constantly?” You’d been wanting to try and teach Narancia for a while because you believed that the only reason he was having difficulties was because of the hostile environment he was always in. Narancia seemed to cheer up immediately at the idea, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

“That’s a great idea! You’ll be a much better teacher!” He already had a massive grin plastered across his face from the idea of you teaching him alone. You knew it was going to be hard to not just lie to Fugo and pretend you taught him his math, so you decided to put a rule in place.

“Alright then. And you need a motivation so..’ you thought for a minute before continuing, “You can kiss me for every problem you get right, but only then. No touching me either.” Narancia’s expression quickly turned into one of protest, but he decided not to complain too much because it was still better than being stabbed every time he got a question wrong. Or at least that’s what he thought. “Now what were you learning with Fugo earlier?”

“It’s some stupid long division stuff, I don’t really get it,” he mumbled, already realizing that this was probably not going to go well.

“It’s not that hard, I’m sure you’ll get it. Anyways, here you go.” You handed him a notebook and pencil you had laying around and wrote down ‘66÷2.’ He scrambled to do it as quickly as possible and was feeling confident in his awnser.

“It’s 33 right?” He asked excitedly as he put the pencil down.

“Mhm, good job!” You smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, which Narancia tried to keep going for as long as possible. Afterwards you took the notebook back and wrote down another problem, ‘112 ÷ 7.’ To your surprise, Narancia’s confident expression didn’t change at all and he seemed to finish quite quickly. You excitedly looked over his awnser as you held back a laugh.

‘105’

“So, did I get it right?” He asked confidently as he leaned towards you to give you a kiss. You reluctantly pulled back to keep your word.

“Sorry, no. Could you tell me what you did to get 105?”

“What? I was sure I got it right! But I tried so let me kiss you.” He climbed on your lap like a cat and attempted to pull you into a kiss. It was hard to resist, but you needed to keep your promise to yourself.

“No, you only get a kiss when you get it right. Now the quicker we figure out what you did wrong the quicker you can kiss me, alright?” That caused Narancia to frown and look up at you with puppy dog eyes that were almost impossible to ignore.

“B-but that’s not fair! At least let me touch you!” He whined as he wrapped his arms around your neck. You saw a light blush start to grow on Narancia’s face, and you could only hope it would grow from there.

“I’m sorry baby but a promise is a promise,” you said, chuckling lightly at the desperation coming from your boyfriend. You scooted away as quickly as possible and picked up the notebook. “Ohh, you subtracted instead of dividing! That’s a simple mistake, you should be able to fix it in no time.” For once Narancia didn’t protest and grabbed the notebook from you as quickly as possible. In his haste to be able to kiss you again, he forgot how to properly divide and did it wrong. He shoved the notebook in your face quickly and tried to pull you into a kiss once again. “Narancia, that’s not right either. And stop trying to kiss me, you’re not allowed to unless you get it correct remember?”

“That’s not fair! Why can’t we just tell him that you taught me how to do this? Why do you have to torture me like this?” Narancia complained and buried his face into your neck. At first you thought it was because he was desperate to touch you (which he was) but on closer inspection he seemed to be red. You moved his face out of your neck and couldn’t help but laugh at what you saw.

“Aww, you’re blushing like a rose! Are you really that desperate for me that you can’t wait 2 minutes for you to finish the problem?” You teased as Narancia somehow got even redder.

“S-Shut up! This is worse than Fugo teaching me!” He mumbled as he attempted to kiss you one last time. The boy was determined, you’ll give him that.

“So you’d rather be berated, screamed at and stabbed with a fork then not be able to touch me for two minutes?”

“Well..y-yeah..” he mumbled in defeat as he took the notebook back into his hands to try and solve the problem one more time. He put all of his focus on solving the problem (which wasn’t easy to do because his face was burning up) and even double checked his work. “Here’s your stupid problem.”

“Good job, that’s rig-” was all you could get out before Narancia tackled you onto the bed and started to kiss you all over.

You didn’t get far with tutoring that day.

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youarejesting · 4 years

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Curse.6 The last batch

[First] [Masterlist] [Next] Beta: @lunarlxve, @sweetnspicy93 Rating: PG Pairing: Prince!Jin x Reader Genre: fantasy, romance, comedy, drama, mystery, and more good stuff

Summary: A modern-day fairy tale whereby seven young princes born under King Bang’s greed cannot find true love. Unless they break a special spell, called the ‘Bang curse’. In order to break the curse, Prince Seokjin must be loved by a ‘Blue’ blood, by a royal. That seems almost impossible when you have a pig nose. (based off the movie Penelope)

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The alarm on your phone was going off. The cursed Marimba pierced through your dreams with the same intensity it did your ears. You had come home late from the bar where you had barely made enough to cover rent and your bills. You weren't one to wake up before noon, you usually took night jobs as they paid more. You're sleep addled brain was trying to catch up to why you set your alarm so early today

Rolling over your back, you stretched and cracked each vertebrae into place. Opening a single eye, you attempted to read your phone screen and caught the alarm name through blurred vision. ‘Meet with Prince’. Snorting at the absurdity of such a name for an alarm and switched it off as quickly as possible, throwing the electronic device back onto the mattress, and nestling into the pillows to try to regain some of your lost sleep. At least that was the plan until your phone pinged.

Who the hell is texting you this early? Whoever it was, you were ready to give them a lengthy and highly inappropriate response. Sneering at your phone, you sat up with a guttural growl, your body teetering forward before you regained your balance, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Just a reminder to all the ladies for the group meeting, it is today at Nine Thirty please be there on time for paperwork. The meeting with the prince is at Ten.”

9:20

Realization fell over you, and you screamed, flailing out of bed, getting caught up in phone charger cords, blankets, and sheets. Crawling across the ground, you grabbed your closet doors, ripping them open and scrambling to grab the outfit you had picked out the night before. You paused, looking at the text, which told you to dress casually. You hummed, looking at the cute dress that would go well with the pink blazer. You instead chose a pair of ripped black jeans and a basic white Tee.

Pulling them on, you splashed on the quickest and simplest makeup grabbing your bag and running. You ran across town, arriving out the front of the palace and getting pulled behind a van. Fists raised ready to throw hands at your attacker, you turned to see a weird-looking man and a small young lady biting her nails behind him, eyeing off the palace. “You are Suryeon, aren’t you?”

“What?” You shouted, lowering your fist as you remembered you were supposed to be pretending to be Suryeon to get a photo of the prince. “uh yeah. That’s me.”

“You wore that?” The young woman asked, eyeing your outfit incredulously like she couldn’t comprehend anyone wearing these clothes.

“It said to dress casually, so I did?” Looking over her designer trousers pressed perfectly and the luxury brand shirt and jacket, she undeniably looked better, like royalty.

“Well put the jacket on, and head in you are running late,” You slipped the jacket on, and he explained, “When you want to take a picture, this button on the inside hem at your hip will trigger the camera to take a picture. The camera is here in the pin on your lapel.”

“Got it, Let’s go” you turned and ran off towards the gates when you heard them calling your name; you ignored them, they both seemed crazy, and you didn’t want to linger around them too long. This was just work, a job and your only task was to get a photo of the eldest prince that no one had ever seen.

You arrived in the waiting room and took the clipboard flicked through and signed on the bottom of every page without care, you read the words on the final page as you wrote the date. ‘If you agree to the terms within the contract and the repercussions if they are breached, please sign on the final line’. That was clear, but the line was not, there were three lines. Everyone was handing their documents over and you sighed, and signed the very last line and handed it over walking in last.

Everyone was staring at you as you walked in there. There were a total of perhaps twenty females, including you and Adora, who told everyone to get comfortable while she went to take the files away and said the chat room will be opened soon. The door closed behind her, and you looked around to see everyone’s eyes on you. Spotting a spare seat on the four-person couch, you sat down politely, respecting everyone’s space.

The others were quick to stand up from their seats and walked away. One of the particularly rich-looking females sneered backing away from you as if you held her at gunpoint, “You have hair rollers in your hair?”

“Thank you for telling me,” You pulled the rollers free and shoved them in your bag.

“Cute bag, where did you get it?”

“The second-hand store,” you admitted before biting your lip regretting your words. “I like to dress like poor people, the street style, you wouldn’t understand. You don’t look like you are in the cool crowds, but it's all the new trends, the style you have is classified as grandmother style clothes compared to mine.”

They visibly squared their shoulders and glanced up from their phones suddenly all ears to this new trend. You walked around to the mirror, playing the room with your words trying to appear as wealthy and snobbish while dressed in absolute garbage compared. “Yeah, the trend is taking the ripped look to a whole new meaning. If you don’t look borderline homeless, you aren’t part of the cool crowd. I am only on the edge of cool because I am not ready to commit to such an extreme look.”

“The rollers are part of it, though. I had to trade my bejeweled ones for these because they were too fancy. You can try it if you want, the style is a poor leading lady. In dramas, they are always clumsy and messy, and they have the male lead come in and give them the makeover.” To say you were impressed was an understatement, the fact you had these women hanging on to every word you said. Perhaps you were a swindler in your past life. “If you want to marry a really wealthy man, the statistics say that the poorer and helpless the woman looks, they are more likely to go after them.”

“It makes them feel manly to provide for their woman, I am pretty sure in Hollywood they are calling it the ‘fixml’ which is like a side by side term they use for fixing up cars but means ‘Fix my love’. I wore the best with my rare one of only three made bags from this year's collection, and they shunned me. I had to learn quick” Seriously, you were making this up on the fly, perhaps you were an actor. This level of improvisation was amazing; you knew there were actors out there that wished for this skill.

One of the girls who looked really intrigued started inspecting your jeans commenting on how well it made you fit the ‘aesthetic’ and even let you put the rollers messily into her hair. You bluffed your way through it, telling her it accentuated certain parts of her face.

“You see how this roll out here shows the almost childlike nature and makes you appear more youthful if I had to guess your age before this, I would say twenty-eight,” her mouth fell into a frown. “With this look, I would say a cheeky twenty-two.”

The other girls joined in complimenting her and trying out certain looks in the mirror. Everyone received a link for the chat room, all talk ceased, and they were on their phones. You were staring at your phone and trying to get it to load. Your phone was older and took longer to load up.

You were walking around the room trying to get some signal to help the app download quicker, the girls starting to murmur about the prince, your hand extended and you bumped into the side table. Your fingers curled around the nearest object to regain balance but soon you lost it and fell behind the couch taking the vase with you.

There was a series of high pitched screams, each blood curdling and made you freeze behind the couch. Was this all a trap, lure women in with money and then kidnap them? Was the eldest prince a serial killer and had women brought to the castle for him to slaughter?

“Ah I promised I wouldn’t scare them away, I promised I would take this seriously.” The voice was kind of soft and sad. Whatever it was, the women had run off, the door shutting behind them. Peeking over the couch, the room was empty of the women, but there was a retreating figure. You had never thought there was any meaning to the term ‘prince figure’ but if there was a perfect example, this was it. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist, proportions other men would kill for, and women dreamed of in a man.

So why did they run away, a door you hadn’t noticed in the corner swinging shut. Leaving you with just another mirror. You walked over to it and tried to see through the glass. There was no way to open it from this side, once it was closed. Or at least no obvious way to an outsider like yourself. The phone in your hand pinged a number of times, indicating that you had received the messages you had missed before all the ladies had run out.

You sat on the couch, promptly lying across the cushions, reading through the texts sent between the ladies and the prince. You were prepared some unsolicited pictures of the prince. Something discriminating against him, there had to be something wrong; otherwise, there was something wrong with the ladies you had met today. Why would you run from such perfection?

Even his voice was charming and beautiful, you wondered what he looked like. Imagining dark eyes and hair like his brothers wondering if you should try to Photoshop the brother’s faces together and try to come up with a face that felt right. Suddenly you wanted to see his face not for the photo, not for the money but simply to feed your curiosity.

It was when you started to read the messages from the rude women demanding that he show his face, and accusing him of being the ugly brother, some spouting past rumors that had once spread through the town that he was deformed or a cripple. You could almost imagine the voice you had heard earlier, getting frustrated, adopting a more clipped tone.

You reached the end, and all you could see was Adora, the woman running the meet going off at the prince for his behavior You couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “They made me mad ‘dora seriously you try being locked up all your life and have people spouting rumors about your cognitive ability and lack of limbs” You laughed at his words, you had felt the same way whilst reading the texts, empathizing with the prince.

I decided to text him, show him some form of friendship. It must really suck to be locked away, never being able to hang out or have fun with friends. You honestly thought it was King Bang’s paranoia that had him locked away in fear that his eldest, who was to provide him with heirs and take the throne, would be killed.

But what would you send, you would have to think of an appropriate opening line for text. As you lounge on the sofa that was bigger and felt softer than your single thin foam mattress you had on the floor of your apartment. You called yourself a minimalist, but really money had just gotten tight, and you had to sell everything.

Pausing between potential texts, you looked around spotting a gold candelabra, which would probably be worth a lot of money, but you shook your head. You just had to get a photo of the prince, and then you would get paid.

Turning back to your phone, you started the text.

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