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lix-ables · 11 months

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... ꒰💌꒱ HIDDEN KINKS FT. SKZ ‧₊

⨳ ⁺ . ‧ when you come to know of the skz’s secret kinks. MINORS DNI !! 18+ CONTENT.

‧₊ warnings — fem reader, f/m receiving, biting, switch skz, teasing, primal play, praise, possessiveness, guiding, bondage, reader tries to take control in dom!minnie’s part, ruined orgasms, oral fixation, somnophilia, mentions of sex dreams sigh, mentions of prev!thoughts, thigh riding, etc.

‧₊ note — queuing this last fic till 22nd of this month, but this was rushed so please please please be nice? happy reading ‹33 + word count — 1.4k

chan – teasing … as much as it seems like chan hates being teased, or gets annoyed that you’re teasing him – he likes it. he likes getting riled up and aroused to the point when you give him the go to do the same to you, like a tit-for-tat situation. you find it amusing when you just run a hand little too far up his leg, or just lean up against him while in the grocery store, till your ass is rubbing up against him and all he can do is whisper in your ear to stop. “but its fun,” you pout when his fingers come to grab your waist, trying to push you forward, only to fail.

minho – praise … not something you’d expect right? right. minho likes it when you praise him, especially when he’s eating you out or fingering you. sure, a small broken moan here and a whimper there from you until you’re grabbing his hair and tugging on it tells him that you’re feeling good. but to hear “fuck, that feels good baby. keeping doing that, right there,” leave your lips, gets him hard. the fact that you’re talking to him, encouraging him to keep going satisfies him.

“holy shit, that’s so good. you’re doing so good —” your toes curl as you reach your high and you know that he’s going to tease you about it the all of next day. (you can expect him to imitate you as well sigh.)

changbin – switch!binnie + oral fixation … oh yes, this babyboy just can’t keep his lips away from you – be it kissing all over your body, or marking you up, or even having your thumb in his mouth – he’s gone. when you first find out about it, he’s embarrassed, because you couldn’t figure out why he was being all clingy to you, and can’t stop kissing you. “you thought i wouldn’t find out about it, binnie?” when he doesn’t make eye contact with you and looks down, all you can do is make him sit on the floor, kneeling down while you’re on the couch. you watch him bring your hand to his face, his lips first kissing up your arm, and finally opening his mouth, letting his lips move to wrap around your finger, before twirling his tongue around it, his eyes looking up at you. when a moan leaves your lips he maintains eye contact, like he regained his confidence. “pretty binnie likes having his mouth on something always, hm?”

hyunjin – somnophilia … you did not least expect hyunjin to be the one to get turned on when he’s passed out tired and in deep sleep. until one night, your fingers accidently brush up against his bulge as you get into bed, making him shift in his place. you curse silently hoping he wouldn’t wake up, but instead he moves closer to you, and as you try to take your hand away, his fingers find your and press them harder on his bulge. soon enough his hips move on his own accord, thrusting into your palm, and you decide not to wake him up – you tease him a bit more, before you hear a whine from him. next morning ofc you’d tease him about him during breakfast and he just stares at you, before asking you, “and you’re telling me you wouldn’t do the same if i teased you in the dark and under the covers?” which shuts you up for the rest of the meal :D

jisung – ruined orgasms … ngl, jisung loves it when he’s teasing you, and warns you not to come just as you’re about to, until he just… stops. but when you do it to him, you can expect him to beg – beg you to just let him come, bc just imagine you’re giving him a hand job, and just when he’s about to come, you stop. it gets him frustrated, but that’s not going to stop him from finishing the task that you started by taking something of yours and jerking off to it when you’re not home, only for you to tease him again. this boy would absolutely get back at you, just like chan – because lets face it, jisung would love NOTHING but get you riled up.

felix – possessiveness … not the kind to be that possessive, but have you ever imagined felix just going ballistic over someone flirting with you at a party? especially when he’s nearby? expect him to drag you to the bathroom, all smiles and everything to anyone that walks up to you, before fingering the fuck out of you, making you beg for him to let you come. “yeah? you wanna come? how about i call them here and show them how good you’re being for me?”

“please just – lix..” you mumble, trying to cover your mouth, hoping it would stop you from moaning out loud, even if the music is blasting on the speakers. “do you want to show them how good i’m makin’ you feel, darling?”

“felix – shit.., it was just a girl!” you let out, only for him to stop, letting his fingers stay buried in you as he looks at you in the eyes.

“so?”

seungmin – you trying to take control + dom!minnie … firstly, seungmin would find it amusing when you tell him you want to tie him up and tease him, because according to him, you can’t. so when you accept the challenge on the basis of him telling you earlier, “if i come, i’ll let you fuck me just like this. but if you lose, pup… well, i’m going to make you come till you beg me to stop. deal?”

what he forgets, is that he finds it cute when you try to take charge. does he get riled up and turned on? sure. does he want you to stop? no. but the way you climb all the way up to settle on his abdomen when he lays down and your nimble, shaky fingers move to tie his hands up with one of his ties. “do you think that’s tight enough, baby?” he asks when he tries moving his wrists and watching you with hooded eyes as you move lower to spread his legs and settle between them. you look at him while at the same time letting your fingers trail patterns to his forming bulge over his cotton pants. “i don’t care how tight it is,” you mumble at his question, taking his cock out of his pants, stroking him once. “just want to see you tied up.”

“i can already see you laying in my place, begging for me to stop making you come over and over again. can you imagine that?” he strains a little when your thumb rubs his tip. “legs shaking, you’re biting down on your knuckles, hm? cute, no?”

jeongin – primal play … okay, the first time that your nails dug into jeongin when he fucked you, and you scratched him by accident – he moaned. you didn’t think it would turn him on, until you did it again, and a broken groan left his throat. the third time, you did it on purpose to see if he’s make a sound again. you’re on his lap, your hips moving against him, you’re crotch pressed up against his thigh as you ride it slowly. your fingers reach to hold onto his shoulder, trailing down his back till you find the hem of his shirt and lift it over him. he helps you remove the material from his body and sets it next to him on the couch. “so pretty,” he praises, letting his face fall to the crook of your neck, his nose nuzzling you. when your nails dig into his skin, and drag across the length of his back, his fingers dig into your lower and he pulls you closer to him. “fuck do that again,” he whispers to your skin, and you breathe fast as you feel yourself coming closer to your climax. “you like when i do this?” you drag out the last word, helping yourself come against his thigh as he makes patterns to your covered back. jeongin nods as he leans back against the couch and your fingers come to a stop on his chest as you drag your nails across his skin again. “c’mere,” he mumbles as he helps you come, his fingers moving fast to rub the bundle of nerves. “do that again when im inside you, hm?” he whispers, suddenly getting shy as he leaves kisses in his wake.

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damiansgoodgirll · 1 month

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Hiii I love Ur judgment day x readers they are so adorable

Could you please write a JD (Platonic) x Reader where Y/n gets in a bad fight with their partner and they comfort them

the judgment day x reader (platonic)

‼️cheating and gaslighting, your bf name in this is alexander bc my ex name is alexander and now i hate alexanders

(i love this pic btw)

i don’t wanna love

“you’re overacting!” your boyfriend alexander kept screaming at you.

overreacting?

“so you’re telling me there’s nothing between the two of you? that i’ve been hallucinating for the past month?” you screamed back, tired of trying talking with him.

“there’s nothing between me and her” he said, lying. because of course you had the proofs that he was cheating, that he was seeing someone else while you were out touring.

“how can i fucking believe you when i have proofs!”

“what proofs?” he asked, not caring about the whole cheating part.

“the pictures of you two together? the messages? the-…”

“you went over my phone without even asking me?” he was angrier that before.

“i did! because you wouldn’t tell me the truth! you can’t deny what i just found!”

“okay, fine! i cheated, is that what you wanted me to say? i did it, and i wasn’t proud of it but you were always gone and i was here alone waiting for you every week to come home, i got tired and i wanted to have some fun and one night i went to this club where i met her, and she was always there for me, it wasn’t just sex, there was a connection…she understood me, she was there when you were out wrestling with your friends!” he said, not feeling guilty at all.

you couldn’t believe he was blaming him cheating on you on the fact that you were away from home because of your job.

“i can’t believe it that you are blaming your fucking childish behaviour on me being away because of my job!”

“i needed you and you weren’t there!” he kept screaming.

“so the best solution was fucking some bitch you met at the bar uh?” you were done with it “you have ten minutes to pack your things and get out of my house!”

“what are you talking about? where am i supposed to go?” he asked you.

“i don’t know, ask my replacement if you can stay at her’s, i don’t care, now, move before i call the police. this is my house, do you remember?” you said locking yourself in the guest bedroom and waiting for him to be over with packing.

you were sure you heard him closing the door once he was done packing and leaving your house. you were too tired to even go back into the master bedroom that you cried yourself to sleep right where you were.

the morning after you were supposed to go at rhea’s as you guys needed to prepare your upcoming match but you were drained and had no energy. you felt like shit and all you wanted to do was staying in bed and cry.

the team immediately knew something was up when you didn’t show up at her place. so instead of calling your or texting, you found them in front of your door.

“what are you doing here?” you asked them.

“we were worried. you didn’t show up, you didn’t call or text, we thought you were sick or that something happened…wait, were you crying?” rhea stopped when she saw your red eyes.

“no” you lied.

“whats going on love?” finn soft voice almost made you want to cry again. he always had a soft spot for you, treating you like a daughter.

“i just…i wanna be alone today…now, can you please go?” you almost begged them but they got it as an invitation to come inside so now you found yourself with your friends sitting on your couch, waiting for an explanation from you.

“what is going on uh?” damian asked you again.

“alexander and i broke up…” you whispered and waited for them to talk but they let you continue “he was cheating on me and i found out…instead of apologising he blamed it on me, saying that it was my fault because i was away touring and he needed me here…i just…what did i do wrong?” you cried again and now rhea was sitting next to you, holding you in her arms.

“you didn’t do anything wrong y/n…” she whispered.

“he was saying how much he wanted to marry me, to have a family with me just to find out that he was fucking someone else behind my back…it fucking hurts because i was ready to be with him for the rest of my life…i really loved him” you cried harder and rhea swore that alexander was a dead man.

“hey…” finn, the parental figure inside the whole group sweet talked to you “it’s not worth it…crying for him? it’s not worth it, he’s not worth it…i know you’re hurting right now and it will hurt for a while but eventually it’ll pass…it’ll get better, trust me…”

“thank you…” you whispered.

still crying in rhea’s arms as she let you. you never experienced such heartbreak and the pain you were feeling was too much.

“i just don’t understand how it went so downhill…everything was going perfectly…i would have noticed if something was wrong but i swear, everything looked normal” you cried.

“it’s not your fault love” finn said.

“finn’s right, you couldn’t have noticed…if he was acting normal, you couldn’t have noticed the sudden changes in his persona…i’m so sorry it happened to you, you don’t deserve it…” dominik said while sitting on the carpet, in front of you.

“i swear… i don’t wanna fall in love anymore” hearing such words coming from you hurt the group. you’ve always been the sweet and romantic one, you’ve always dreamed of a fairytale life and now you believed everything was a lie.

rhea looked sad “don’t say that love, it’s just a phase but you will feel better, i promise you”

of course. you were complaining about your disastrous love life with dom, who just got married, rhea, who’s gonna get married soon, finn, who’s been married for years and damian, someone that wasn’t looking for love and couldn’t understand anything about love.

“it’s easy coming from you…you’re all happy and in a healthy relationship, you all trust each other and i’m pretty sure you’ve never been cheated on” you regretted immediately saying that but you were hurting.

“we had our painful break ups too honey…” rhea said. she knew you were hurting so she didn’t mind it.

“did they cheat on you?” you asked them.

“no but…”

“exactly” you said, drowning your head in your pillows.

“what rhea was trying to say is that break ups are always hurtful, whether you get cheat on or not…and this pain you’re feeling, will get better, in a month or two you’ll be feeling better…” damian spoke softly to you. knowing that you were already in pain and that he didn’t want to upset you more.

“we will leave you alone if you want to…” rhea said, not wanting to leave you alone but she knew you probably needed time for yourself.

“no please…” you said shocking everyone.

“okay…then we’ll stay here…we can watch a movie if you want to” finn suggested and you all agreed.

“no rom com please” you said making them laugh.

rhea’s idea was to watch a horror movie but while they were all watching the movie you ended up falling asleep, too tired for all the tears you’ve been crying.

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sminiac · 3 months

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WHINY RIWOO WITH DRY HUMPING I BEG. IT CAN START WITH THEM LIKE PLAY FIGHTING BEING CUTE BUT THEN. YEAH. I read one with riize sohee and.. It was LIFE changing 👁

⋆ Lee Sanghyeok + Reader

Contains! — Smut focused, dry humping, MDNI.

Note — As soon as you mentioned Sohee w this I was like “Thea!!!😧☝️” bc IT REALLY WAS LIFE CHANGING, ugh I love my mutuals, I <3 @kissohee. But I gotchu! Although, I will switch it up so it doesn’t seem very copy paste, it wouldn’t feel right to me, here’s the fic w Sohee that was mentioned <3

You knew they’d do good, they always did, and Riwoo was one out of the six who certainly knew that they had executed their performance quite perfectly.

The adrenaline rush still buzzes within him as he comes bursting back into the waiting room, walking like the sun had found its place of eternal peace under the thick of his skin. His confidence glowed from within, beaming in contentment as he falls into your chest with an eruption of happy giggles, basking you in his warmth, saying breathlessly against you that he had fun, so much fun, and that it didn’t even feel like he was running on merely a few hours of sleep as your fingers scratched against the nape of his neck, sweat dripping from his hair and down the surface of his skin, it reminded you of the way water shakes off of pine trees after a long shower from the clouds above.

You couldn’t deny how pretty he looks like this despite the cemented fact that the two of you were strictly platonic, only best friends, but something foreign stirred up inside of you seeing the way he still struggles to catch his breath, his heart beating so fast that you can feel it through the layers of clothing between the two of you.

“You looked really hot on stage.” you say simply, watching the way your fingers thread through the few inches of his blonde hair. “Yeah, it was really warm, I don’t think I’ve ever produced this much sweat from performing before.”

You struggle to bite back a laugh at his clueless response, a little warm in the face from his unknowingness to the existing layers of your words. “I bet, I can feel it soaking through your clothes, how’re you on top of me if you’re so warm?” Your finger pokes gently into his cheek.

“Shhh!” He musters as he lets his hands out from bearing his weight, his cheek smushed against your shoulder as he settles further into you. “I’d prefer for my pillows not to yap in my ear when I’m trying to sleep, thanks.”

Your palm gently pats against the back of his head, imitating a smack that makes him jump, you’re too busy whining about how he needs to get off of you that the fact his semi-hard cock just dug into your thigh goes unnoticed. “You’re lucky I’m so nice to you, y’know? Bratty boy.”

He makes a small ‘Mmmph’ sound in disagreement, his hips lifting and then falling back into you. Right now it seems that you’re the clueless one after dismissing the movement as a way to annoy you, and not that he’s secretly rolling his own high into play.

“I’m so nice to you, Riwoo. Sometimes I think I show you a little too much leniency, even when you do deserve it.” There’s an airy laugh to your tone, “No matter how rare that is.” and his ears know that you’re merely just joking around, you know- like you always do, it’s how you you are, but something about it is simultaneously making his hips shift against your leg, his breaths so heavy that they start exiting through his mouth in quiet pants.

“Please-” he squeaks, his hands fisting at your top desperately, he tries to keep himself from grinding into you fully with the heft and longevity that has his mouth watering, it’s not right, but fuck does it already feel so good.

“What? What’re you doing?”

“Hhngh- why d’you, fuck-! Have t’be so soft.” He’s taken under by the slightest lick of pleasure, so much so that his own embarrassment is far from the surface, and he’s not willing to pull himself out of it anytime soon. “Riwoo, can you…” the pre that sinks into his briefs coaxes him to keep going, rocking faster, harder against your leg, but the pleasure only comes to a certain point before fizzling out again, he doesn’t have enough firmness to make him breach the minor setback but he’s too stupid to come up with a solution for himself. “Honey please, I just need to you-”

He isn’t listening, his hips are frantic, eager, a little too much for your liking. “slow down.” You pull your leg away, out from under him.

He looks up at you with a quivering lip, such a sweet docile thing, his wide glossy eyes blinking up at you, the fear starting to sink in once he’s able to focus back on the actuality of the moment. He was just pathetically humping your leg. You, his bestfriend, his awfully pretty bestfriend who has a habit of calling him ‘honey’.

“Sorry, s-sorry. Fuck! Oh my god, Y/n I’m really sorry.” His head starts shaking side-to-side, a look of pure disbelief on his face as tears start swelling against the bottom lid of his eye, they fall heavy with every blink, the smoked out mix of warm browns around his aegyosal smearing down his face, leaving an existing trail that makes the entire act so much more lucid.

“You need to chill out,” you chuckle whilst leaning into him, he’s frighteningly still as you press a tender kiss against the mole under his eye. “I just wanted to move, make it feel better for you, you probably won’t be able to cum like this, hm?”

You look so beautiful, he swears you’re an angel, especially with that damn proclivity for being so concerned about others before yourself. He nods his head, agreeing, you’re right- how are you so right all of the time? The words, the way you use them, he’s never heard such explicit language come from your mouth before in any amount of sincerity that they’re soaked in now, but god does he want to kiss you because of it. “Tell me,” you beckon, your eyelashes are so pretty, has he told you that before? Especially the way your head tilts to the side, the angle makes them look more wispy as you blink around at his features, your fingers gently moving the ends of his hair out of the way.

You touch him like he’s always been yours to touch, and right now he’s never been more sure of wanting to always be just yours.

“Can’t- you’re right, you are. I-I bet I could, make do with what I have, don’t need anything else- whatever you give me, ‘s more than good enough.” His sniffles break through his words, the sound of his voice so quiet, shy, hiding in the back of his throat that it makes it crack.

“Trade spots with me, will you?”

He nods quickly, he will, of course he will, he’ll do anything you ask of him. He wastes no time pushing himself back onto his calves, watching as you stand up from the couch and instruct him to lay on his back, claiming your spot.

“Comfy?” You ask, leaning over him, pushing his hair back from his forehead, it pokes out between the crack of your fingers as he nods, eyes closing as you place a warm kiss against his forehead. “Good. Sweet boy, bein’ so good for me.”

Sweet boy, he’s never heard that one before, it has the exact same effect that your usual pet name has on him, he knows because it makes his shoulder ache. A whimper bubbles from his lips, you can feel the way he squirms under you, it has your hips moving to rest directly over his dick that’s straining heavy, wet in his pants. The sensation is warm, really warm, and… damp? Your hand drags down, thumb swiping over the area a few times as Riwoo’s fighting back a long pitchy moan from escaping so bad that it hurts, curiously you inch back, seeing a darker patch of black along the seam of his slacks, his pre had enough time to completely soak through, added the copious amount it was enough to breach through the thick of your pants.

The moisture makes the fabric feel almost thinner, or maybe it’s the way it’s conformed to the shape of his head that makes the drag of your pussy over it feel even more distinct as you move back, unwilling to waste time, to let even a second of seeing him like this slip from your grasp you resume grinding against him.

“Please- fuck! Y/n- pleasepleaseplease!” He whimpers quickly, unabashedly rocking his hips up in time with yours, his left hand has a firm grip on your thigh that keeps you close, his other rests against his cheek, index finger caught between his teeth as he rocks into you. “Wanna cum, jus’ wanna cum- make a mess f’you, only you- shit! Plea-”

His legs help him punch up into you, unexpectedly spilling in his pants, you watch whilst catching your breath at the way he shudders back down into the cushions under him, his mouth wide open, drool pooling behind his teeth and leaking out of the corners of his lips, a long drawn out whine pulling from his chest, a fuzzy dazed expression on his face, filling out his brain.

“You really do know how to make a mess.” You tease, hands running soothingly up and down his chest.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came like that before… are we- are we still only friends if you made me cum that hard that fast?”

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lorenid · 11 months

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Sleeping Habits

Genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic, idol chan

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: anxiety/insomnia topic, light suggestive lines

Summary: Two 20 something year olds that can fall in love, but can’t fall asleep

A/N: Happy 5-STAR Comeback Day! It’s my first official comeback and I’m celebrating by streaming while finishing this short one-shot that I’ve been putting off since April. I didn’t proof read this at all, please let me know about any errors. Anyways… I’m back on my self indulgence, bc the world inside my head is better than my real world anyways, might as well make it a good one. Fun fact (that only I care about, but I like to over share): My bias for Chan started as soon as I read that he was born 1 year minus a day apart from me. Enough about my delusions, this is also my first time writing about SKZ so here goes nothing.

You arrive home exhausted after a 12 hour shift at the hospital you work at, tossing your heels at the entrance of the cozy apartment you share with Chan.

“Honey, I’m home.” You say with a singing tone making your way to leave your belongings on the living room sofa so you don’t forget them the next morning. Checking the kitchen to put away some washed plates and glasses.

“Hey, baby. Did you have a good day?” You hear him shuffling around before you see him, wearing his usual black shirt, black basketball shorts and socks. He kisses the crown of your head, engulfing you into a back hug, hands gripping your hips. Quickly turning you around giving you a sweet gentle kiss before you can even open your mouth to say a word.

“Tiring but good, a lot of patients showed great progress today and that keeps me going. How about you, did you finish the track you were working on before I left?” You bend your arms to rub his back until your fingers squeeze his shoulders to release the tension moving along to the nape of his neck.

After almost a year of living together you’re used to his habit of waking up, saying good morning with his groggy voice, sealing his greeting with a kiss and heading straight to the studio. Because he can’t do anything else before revising the work he did the night before listening with a fresh mind to get his genius creativity flowing. You do your morning routine and put down the breakfast beside his work desk, worried that he’ll forget to eat for a while if he’s consumed by the music. Sometimes he’s so excited about a song that he rambles trying to explain all the details of the arrangement, accidentally making you sprint to leave for work to avoid being late. Everyday you’re tempted to stay for a little bit longer just to appreciate his sparkling eyes talking about his new endeavors.

“I did! I’ll share it with the kids tomorrow to get their feedback.” The kids aren’t really kids… well kinda. Since your relationship with Chan started they have teased him that if they could kick him out of they group they would just to have you as their leader. Specially Seungmin claiming that Chan is getting too old, even though you are closer in age to your boyfriend than him. But you wouldn’t dare to try to keep them apart, because they are his family and they have become yours too.

“That’s amazing, I know they’ll love it! I have noticed that you’ve been working really hard these past few weeks. So hopefully you can get some rest.” Now you’re clinging to him putting most of your weight on him and he has no choice but drag you around.

“Yeah I’m glad that is done. Honestly we both tend to overwork so much that when we have time for us we miss working, but when we are back to the routine we are exhausted.” The ultimate contradiction of you both being extreme perfectionists. He leans besides the fridge and you look up to him, his cute droopy eyes make you feel like you’re wrapped in a warm hug.

“I really want us to do better about relaxing for our own sanity. It’s a work in progress.” You lift your hands to caress his dimples and cheeks with your thumb.

“Speaking about that, should I make some tea and call it an early night?” He kindly offers, opening cabinets in search of mugs and the chamomile honey lemon tea packets.

“Yes please! I’ll get out of these clothes and get ready for bed asap.” You’re endeared by his thoughtfulness as he makes a warm tea for him, but sets aside yours adding extra honey and putting it in the fridge because if it isn’t sweet and cold you make faces of disgust just by tasting a drop.

“Do you need any help with that?” He checks you up and down with a cheeky smile, the clinking of the spoon swirling around the tea stopping for a brief second.

“Um that would jeopardize our mission, sir.” You say it with a lower voice, rolling your eyes playfully and watch as he blushes and his ears turn a little bit red.

“Oh… right.” He shakes his head as if he’s brushing away his suggestive thoughts.

After taking a long hot shower, you change into a sweatshirt and comfy shorts sitting in front of the vanity desk and mirror. The hue of the night lights around the room setting the mood of relaxation, Chan spent an entire day setting them up and cutely annoying you changing the colors every second. You hear the door slightly open while you’re brushing your hair to prevent the frizz, it will probably get tangled anyways, but just doing this little things give you comfort.

“What you doing?” He says softly peeking his head through the door, you turn and smile at him extending your arms signaling with your hands to come in.

“Just brushing this crazy hair, did you wash up already?” You sigh exasperated grabbing the tea he prepared.

“Yeah, I did before you came home.” He settles his mug besides yours as he quickly moves to the corner of the bed near you. Motioning to scoot closer to him and hand him the brush.

“You’re the best.” He treats you with the type of care that makes you fall in love over and over again.

“I’m not hurting you, right?” He asks, worry on his tone. Stopping to hear your answer before continuing, drinking the rest of his tea.

“Not at all, you’re really good at this actually.” You reassure him because he loves doing this for you is turning into part of his night time routine. He finishes, running his fingers through your hair and kissing the crown of your head as you sip the last drops.

A few minutes later after going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you both slip under the blankets. Chan plays Pokemon while listening to his favorite playlist while you attempt to read a chapter of a book, but your mind always wonder to random things instead.

“You know what we need?” Your out of the blue excitement makes him jump a little, holding on to your wrists because you hit his arm playfully asking for attention.

“A rocking chair! Think about it, if its big enough we can both fit and take turns.” You start searching for them on the phone to show him different options.

“Am I completely missing the point or does this sound a bit… naughty?” He stares deep into your eyes cocking his head to the side.

“Get your head out of the guter! Its another technique to fall asleep we could try. When I was little my grandma used to hold me and I was out like a light after swaying for a bit.” You gently slap the side of his head as if that would solve anything and he laughs.

“Well, we can definitely try.” He stands up to turnoff the lights, getting back to the bed you pat the space in front of you to cuddle him. You wrap him in a hug crossing your arms on his back moving your hands to rock him a little as if you were on the rocking chair. He lets out a deep breath aligning his head with yours, welcoming the comfortable silence.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi niño tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” He raises his eyebrows surprised by your singing, but he doesn’t say anything worried that you’ll stop. It’s a famous Hispanic lullaby that at first was intended as a Christmas song about Jesus, but it passed down from generation to generation to help children fall asleep.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi Channie tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” You gently stroke between his eyes and down his nose with your pinky finger. He gives you a soft smile with his eyes closing like crescent moons when he hears his nickname.

“I’m not fair that I’m drifting away while you sing like an angel. I wish I could rush to the studio and record your voice so I can listen to it on loop when I’m away on tour and imagine that you’re there beside me.” He has confessed before that he struggles to find comfort in strange places like hotel rooms and sometimes the time difference doesn’t help with you whispering throught the phone to at least calm his racing heart.

“It’s a deal if you also record yours.” You have heard him before jokingly singing it to his members before they hang up and you can’t help but be a little bit jealous.

“Oh, do you actually mean right now? You love to put me in the spot, don’t you?” He says in surprise when you reach your phone finding the app and placing the phone in between your pillows next to his head. He’s too busy to notice that you already pressed the red button because he’s shuffling to press his hands to your sides under your sweatshirt.

“Of course I do, I won’t deny it and you lowkey love it.” You brush away the strands of hair that are sticking up and the ones that tickle you when he brushes his nose against yours before positioning your head below his craning his neck to be as close as he can to your phone.

“Close your eyes, go to sleep.” He carefully places a hand covering your eyes, giggling under his breath when he feels your eyelashes fluttering.

“Know my love is all around.” His hands travel around your waist to hold you closer to his chest, you hear his heartbeat and try to breathe profoundly to slow down yours.

“Dream in peace, when you wake.” He sneaks a hand up to pet your hair, spreading his fingers to cover the back of your head, a deep breath escapes your lips.

“You will know I'm still with you.” He notices that your breathing is evening and slowly remove one from under your clothes to stop the audio recorder without startling you as he also feels himself drift.

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Final Girl (Part 3)

- Final Girl Series Masterlist (updated part 1 - 9 and extras)

A/n yall have been so kind!! all of the messages, likes, comments, and reblogs for this series have made me so happy! this chapter is a little bit of filler bc my original idea for this part was way too long especially with how busy this week is supposed to be, so i sort of split it!!

also if this has pacing issues, i’m sorry, i had a panic attack yesterday and a really bad migraine today so it’s been kinda rough lately but i wanted to get this out!! Part 4 is going to have a little more going on :)

if this is messy pls don’t give up on me 😭 i promise the next part will have more going on i just didn’t want to leave y’all waiting forever and we needed a bit of a filler

also if anyone wants to leave me an ask about this series pls do:) i’ve had so much fun talking about Final Girl

Series Summary: Y/n can’t believe that she has to leave the only home she’s ever known just because her mom’s latest boyfriend has a house in some town in California. Just as she’s starting to think that Woodsboro might not be that bad, something life altering happens after she agrees to sleep over at Becker’s house. Now her name is practically synonymous with Ghostface’s.

Chapter Summary: Y/n’s first day back after the incident.

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My reflection has never bothered me more. I know vanity is such a stupid thing to worry about now after what happened to Casey, but I can’t help the way I scrutinize my appearance.

The attention drawing cotton-y bandaid that was placed on the gash on the side of my temple has been (thankfully) downgraded to a regular bandaid. That’s fine--I can accept that. What I can’t accept are the stupid cuts caused by all of that glass.

After being released from the hospital, it took no time for me to learn that it’s going to be awhile before I can comfortably wear pants again. My arms are a little less cut up, so the white, long sleeved shirt I picked out covers my injuries without irritating them. I tried on a pair of leggings and I barely got them to my thighs without wincing.

So now I’m wearing the most comfortable skirt I own. Normally, I wouldn’t even think twice about it, I wear this skirt so often, but it barely covers any of the cuts on the back of my legs. God...people are going to think I’m doing this for attention, especially since media outlets keep calling my house.

Ugh--this is as good as it’s going to get for my first day back. I pick my backpack up from my bed. My eyelids feel so heavy I have to fight the urge to collapse back into bed.

The walk downstairs is painfully slow. Once I’m finally in the hall that leads to the kitchen, I stop. A vague confusion clouds my thoughts. Was I going to the kitchen? What did I want from the kitchen?

“Mornin’, kiddo.” I blink at the sound of Wells’ voice. At least it’s offering me a sense of a direction.

Stepping fully in the kitchen, I greet back, “Good morning.”

He eyes me for a long second, piercing blue irises lingering in a way that makes me feel uneasy in my own skin. “Skirt’s a little grown, ain’t it?” When my only reaction is to furrow my eyebrows, he continues, “What happened to those little girl dresses you used to wear? I liked those.”

I grab the strap of my backpack, shifting slightly. I stopped wearing those dresses after he had been dating my mom for a few months. “Outgrew them, I guess.”

Wells nods once, the motion gruff as he moves to grab his mug. He lets out a curt, gruff noise.

“Oh, Wells.” Like always, my mom’s voice chases away all the tension. “Don’t you know better than telling a girl what to wear? Especially a teenager. Now ease up, 16-year-old me would make Y/n look like a saint.” With that, my mom finally looks at me. “You look pretty, like always, I especially like your top.” It takes me a second to realize that my mom’s referencing the fact that I stole this shirt from her closet. I let out a soft, slow laugh. “You okay?”

I nod drastically. “Yep, just want to get the first day back over with.”

“I can’t believe you only took one day off. When I was your age, I’d have taken half a week off for less.”

“It’s going to be bad no matter when I go back. My name’s been all over the news.” I release the strap of my backpack, scratching the back of my wrist. “Plus it’s junior year and that one day off already has me drowning in makeup work. I can’t afford to fall behind. Junior year is the year colleges look at most. This year could make or break whether or not I get into Princeton.”

My mom holds her hands up in defense. “Yes, I know, you ranted to me about it yesterday. Just promise me you’ll listen to your body. I don’t love that you haven’t had your follow up appointment yet to confirm whether or not you have a concussion.”

“Mom, I’m fine, promise. I’ll let you know if I start to feel weird.”

She watches me for a long second, likely attempting to scan me the way an MRI machine would. “Fine, you need a ride or--”

“Actually, a friend’s picking me up.”

At that my mom tilts her head in a way that’s so knowing I feel the urge to confess even though I’ve done nothing. “A friend as in one of those two boys that spent all weekend calling and checking in on you?”

My mom spent the last two days at my side. Normally it would have annoyed me, but it was actually nice. It reminded me of life before Wells. There was one downside, though. She saw how often Billy and Stu called. It wasn’t terrible and she probably would have picked up on it anyway, but it’s opened the ground to a lot of jokes and comments on her part.

“You’re the one who brought them into this. I would have never thought to call Billy while I was at the hospital.” That’s true. Even though we were friends before the incident, I wouldn’t have thought to call anyone except my mom. “And they’re just trying to be there for me like good friends.”

At that, my mom leans against the kitchen island. “Y’know when I was your age, I had a guy that just wanted to be a good friend and drove me to school. Now I have a daughter.”

I roll my eyes, “Haha. Yes--I’m going to get pregnant in the less than 10-ish minutes we’re going to have before we need to get to class.”

“It only took about 8 minutes to make you, and that includes me getting dressed and fixing my hair after. Just saying.”

I make a point of fake gagging. “Bye mom, Wells.“

“What? I was joking!”

I walk towards the front door. A hand on my shoulder makes me nearly jump out of my skin. “Mom! You scared me.”

She offers me a sheepish smile, “You know I’m kidding, right? They’re nice for caring.”

“I know, mom.”

With a sigh, she continues, “Just be sa--”

“Oh my God, mom! I’m not having se--”

“Easy, pumpkin,” she laughs off my outburst, “I mean in general. Don’t strain yourself and don’t feel like you need to push through. You want to go home early and I’ll pick you up.”

I smile softly. “Yeah, I will.”

With that, I open the front door. The sun is so bright I have to drop my head as I walk down the driveway. Wells’ house is objectively nicer than the house my mom and I lived in when we were still in Texas, but I still find myself missing the familiarity of our old front porch.

Squinting, I look up and notice a car waiting next to the mailbox. How did I miss that? Rubbing my eyes with one hand, I approach the vehicle.

I pull open the door to the backseat. Two sets of eyes turn towards me. “You know you guys didn’t have to wait for me.” I push my backpack into the car before sitting down. “You could’ve honked or something,”

“We just got here,” Billy says easily, but I’m not sure I believe him.

Stu turns in his seat to face me better as I shut the car door. “Plus we don’t mind giving you time to get all dolled up. Especially since today’s going to be a total bloodbath.”

His wording leaves me more confused than upset. I draw my eyebrows together, shifting awkwardly. “What do you mean?”

“Everyone’s gone crazy over what happened. I think more people were talking about you than Casey, and Casey’s the one that got gutted. It’s all over the news. They hung her from that tree in--” Billy moves his hand from the console in order to smack the side of Stu’s head. “Ow, man--what was that for?”

“It’s not even 8 yet, at least let her wake up first before you traumatize her.”

The thought of Casey makes my stomach twist, but I’m not focused in on anything enough to really react. Tiredly, I pull my backpack onto my lap and squeeze it to my body. “It’s fine,” I’m not sure if I’m talking to them or myself.

Stu and Billy exchange a look that I barely register before resting my chin on my bag. “Are you okay? You didn’t even do that cute, little glare thing you do when you want me to shut up.”

“I’m fine,” I answer a little too quickly, forcing myself to sit up some more, “A little tired.” Stu’s watching me a little too carefully and I catch Billy glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Seriously?” Sighing, I shift in my seat, “First my mom and now you guys. I’m fine.”

My reaction is just a little too angry. Maybe if I felt a little more rested, I would have known better. Stu moves until he’s siting in the passenger seat normally. “Crying over the fact that you’re a total mommy’s girl.”

Rolling my eyes and ignoring the way the motion irritates my migraine, I lean back in my seat. “Put on a seatbelt, asshole.”

Even though that’s said with more bite and irritation than anything I’ve ever said to him, Stu laughs. It’s light and terribly offensive. I frown, looking over at Billy as heat crawls up my neck and towards my face. He’s just barely fighting down a grin. “It’s not that funny.”

“No,” Stu sarcastically agrees, “That was so mean of you. I can’t remember the last time someone insulted me and tried to take care of me at the same time.”

I cross my arms around my backpack. “Why did I agree to getting into a contained space with you two so early in the morning?”

“Because you don’t have a license.” Billy looks way too smug as he turns the wheel as we move down a curb.

I glare at him. “You extorted that information out of me while I was super out of it and half asleep.”

“You said it yourself, it’s not like one of us asked.”

He’s right and I hate it. I sink further into the seat, tempted to shut my eyes, but knowing that there’s no guarantee that I won’t fall asleep if I do. “Whatever.”

Stu half laughs at that before starting to talk about a new scary movie that’s coming out. The plot sounds kind of basic, but I’m not one to judge until I see the movie. Normally, I’d be totally invested. I kind of like when Stu rambles about something he’s interested in, but now I’m struggling to hold my head up.

I don’t register that we’re in the school parking lot until both Billy and Stu get out of the car. Once they’re both out, I shake my head once in an attempt to clear my thoughts. Get it together.

When I step out of the car, I make a point of keeping my eyes on the ground in front of me. Stu may exaggerate every once in awhile, but I don’t think he’s wrong about school. My mom has been fielding calls since the morning I was discharged from the hospital and last night while I was flipping through channels, I saw my face three times.

Before I can even think, a bright flash makes me flinch. The light is like a punch behind the eye thanks to my headache. That is followed by a series of other equally bright and irritating camera shutters.

Shit.

Billy steps towards me, dropping his voice so that only I can hear, “You know we don’t have to.”

Taking a settling breath, I tilt my chin up a fraction of an inch. “It’s fine,” I say, hoping that I’ll convince myself, “Can’t hide forever.”

We walk forward, me a few steps ahead of Billy and Stu. My fast pace is a sad attempt at ripping off the bandaid.

“Excuse--Excuse me, miss!” I squeeze the strap of my backpack so tightly my knuckles must be white from the tension. “Miss Y/n L/n.” The woman that waves me down is holding a large microphone. She barely glances at me before turning her attention back to the camera man that followed her as she chased me. “Hi. Gale Weathers. I covered the last one of these.”

I wince. “I’m sorry, when you say ‘the last one of these’ do you mean the last murder or--”

“...And we’re rolling!” In nature, bright colors are meant to warn living things of poison. I think that logic could be applied to Gale Weathers and her auburn hair and blood red lips. “I’m Gale Weathers and I’m bringing you an exclusive with the lone survivor of what some are calling the worst murder in Woodsboro history.” She then turns towards me, “Now, Y/n, our viewers want to know exactly what you’re feeling.”

Her microphone is way to close to my face. “Well, Gale, I’m glad you asked,” I’m speaking in the polite tone I used to reserve for rude customers when I worked in the mall last summer, “I’m feeling fan-freakin’-tastic!”

The false enthusiasm jars her the way I hoped it would. She brings the microphone back to her. “Really?”

“No, you vulture. Ambush interviewing is as tacky as that suit.”

With that, I turn away and attempt to storm into school with an aura that scares away reporters. I’ve only ever seen that kind of confident magic come from my mom, but she’s half my genetic material, that means it must be in me somewhere, right?

Apparently wrong, because the cameras continue to flash. One man gets so close to me that his rapid photographing leaves me dizzy.

“Okay,” an arm quickly wraps around my side, stabilizing me, “You got your pictures, now leave her alone.” The scent of Tatum’s perfume is comforting as she guides me the rest of the way inside. Once we’re inside, we’re granted the semblance of some privacy. “And I thought they were bad yesterday. Are you okay?”

I nod, relaxing a little at her casual expression. Maybe if I try hard enough, I’ll be able to pretend that this is an average Tuesday. “I’m fine, I’m just tired, and I can’t believe how obsessed everyone is.”

“Of course they’re obsessed.” For the first time ever, Randy’s voice is completely unwelcome. “You’re the sole survivor, the only witness to tell the story, the--for lack of better term--final girl.”

Being in a friend group with so many people that are really into horror movies is all fun and games until they summarize the great trauma of your life in a movie trope. “Really? I never would have thought of it that way.”

Sidney glares at Randy in defense of me. I appreciate it, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. “It’s too soon for those kinds of jokes.”

My sarcasm was pure venom and Sidney’s reaction, though well intentioned, only made me feel sorry. Randy offers me a sheepish sort of look that immediately makes me feel bad for being so snippy. His comment wouldn’t have bothered me so much if it wasn’t for what just happened, and he wasn’t really trying to be mean. That actually might have been an attempt to lighten the mood, especially since he knows that the final girl storyline is one of my favorites. He’s always recommending movies that end like that.

“Thanks, Sid, but I came on a little strong. I’m sorry, Randy, I’ve been a total nightmare all day. Just ask Billy and St--” I look around, a little surprised that they’re not right behind me. Aw, I lost them in all that commotion. “Weird--they were just behind me.” Shaking off the slightly lost feeling with the turn of my head, I move on, “Ask them later. The point is, I’ve been awful. It’s not your guys’ fault that this is my life right now.”

Randy’s expression morphs from being almost hurt to something that’s even more of a punch in the gut. He seems sympathetic. “It’s okay, you’re holding it together way more than I would be. I don’t even know how you’re at school today.”

“Yeah, how are you even here, Y/n?” Tatum echoes, her voice a little softer than before.

It’s a good question. Now that I’m here all those points I made about school and grades and Princeton feel so far away. “It had to happen at some point, I might as well rip off the band aid. I just want everything to go back to normal.” I shift awkwardly, watching them watch me. “And the man that did this doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of my fear.”

After a moment, Randy prompts, “...And?”

“And what?”

He half smiles. “Come on, Y/n, if you want this to feel normal, you’re going to have to give us the Princeton rant.”

I roll my eyes before scoffing. “I do not talk about Princeton often enough for you to warrant naming it a specific rant.”

Randy raises an eyebrow at my obvious lie. “You must have really hit your head hard.”

“Rude.“ I turn towards Tatum, “Tate, you don’t think I’m like obsessed with Princeton.

She parts her lips as she debates the way she wants to respond. Before she can say anything, Stu walks up from behind me and pulls Tatum into a hug. He then gives her a soft kiss that feels linger-y. Wait--why am I noticing that? That’s...that’s weird of me. And why does this feel more uncomfortable than the time I caught them full on making out in the girl’s bathroom? Why is that tiny display of affection sitting in my chest in a way that makes it hard to look at them?

More annoyed at my thoughts than the way Stu cups her face, I force my myself to stare at the locker in front of me. There are polaroids of people I don’t know tapped to the front of it.

Ugh--screw the guy that threw me into that wall. My head must be totally messing with me.

“What are you guys talking about?” Billy’s sudden appearance surprises me more than it should. At this point, I should know that when I see one the other isn’t too far behind. He has an arm around Sidney’s shoulders, and she’s leaning into his touch just enough for it to be noticeable. Since when is Billy so into PDA?

Oh my god, what’s wrong with me? Maybe my mom was right to think I have some kind of brain injury. My eyes snap back to the locker. “Nothing.”

“Y/n’s obsession with an Ivy League school in New Jersey.”

After a moment of silence, I realize that everyone’s waiting for me to speak. “Not an obsession.” My response lacks my usual level of conviction when talking about Princeton in any capacity. I can feel the fragile way they’re all looking at me. My eyes focus on the polaroids in front of me until everything else blurs into the background.

The polaroids have my eyes watering and I don’t know why. They’re just stupid pictures of people I don’t know. Casey’s voice echoes in my head. It’s a punch in the gut.

Stu’s voice cuts through the static of my thoughts. “Y/n? Are you o--”

“I think I remembered something.” The admission is so low I’m surprised anyone hears it. “Randy, do you have a copy of the news article? Not the first one, the second one that lists everything found at the crime scene?”

“Yeah,” Randy admits it like it’s an apology, “In my backpack.”

“Can I see it?”

Everyone stays quiet at that. There’s an energy in the air that makes me feel as trapped as I did in the hospital. “Come on, guys, I don’t need to be babied. The pictures aren’t going to freak me out, I was kinda there for the real thing.”

“At the hospital, didn’t you say you were unconscious for most of it?” Billy’s remark earns him a glare so harsh that he moves his hands to hold them up in defense before dropping them to his side.

“Fine. Whatever. Don’t show me the newspaper, I’ll find my own copy, it’s everywhere. There’s a good chance some jag-off shoved one into my locker anyways.” Ugh--why is everyone so impossible? I turn on my heels, unsure if I’m fuming or ready to burst into tears.

I don’t even make it a full step before something locks around my upper forearm. My head snaps back as the hand’s sudden grip softens. “Come on, bug.” That leaves me hesitant. Stu called me that the day after we first met. Since then, the nickname has mainly been reserved to calm me down. I’ve asked him about it before, but he always refuses to explain it. “You’re just going to make yourself sick.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I frown. The group learned about my weak stomach early on in our friendship. My first night drinking with them ended with me throwing up in Stu’s bathroom. That wouldn’t have been so embarrassing if I was totally wasted, but I was objectively way too sober to get that sick.

There’s some underlying quality to his words. A quality that’s too knowing, too sure. He’s being more condescending than sweet. “I think I can manage.” I pull my arm away, ignoring the way his expression blanks. “I’m not a vase or a little kid, I don’t need you all treating me like I’m that unbelievably fragile.”

Stu angles his head to the side. I force myself to tilt my chin upwards in an attempt to stand my ground. I don’t fully get whatever face off we’re in, but I’ll be damned if I lose it this quickly. “Since you’re all grown up, Y/n, look at whatever you want, but don’t come crying to me about it.”

I take a step forward, indignation leaving my spine straight. “When have I ever--”

“You couldn’t even spend a few hours by yourself in a hospital.”

The unfairness of his statement forces a scoff from my lips. I take a step forward. “I didn’t ask for your help then and I’m not asking for it now.”

“Stu.” Billy’s voice is level, bordering on neutral.

At that, Stu exhales, but he doesn’t stop staring at me. “It’s fine, Billy.”

“Yeah,” Stu echoes, shifting towards me, “Y/n’s fine, she doesn’t need anyone.”

A sarcastic, half thought out reply rises up my chest and jams itself in my throat. I don’t think I’ve ever thought about how much taller than me Stu is. He’s looking down at me with an intensity that hits me straight in the stomach. Great, another feeling I don’t understand. “Whatever,” I mumble, “I need to get to class.”

The bell rings a moment after I turn. I walk to homeroom, not thinking twice about it until I’m sitting in front of an empty desk.

My face is hot, my head hurts, and Mrs. Ramirez’s announcements are drowned out by a ringing in my ears. When the bell rings, I can’t get out of the room fast enough. Normally, Stu’s around right after homeroom, ready to walk me to math.

I don’t know what that weird argument was in the hallway, but I’m not ready to deal with it yet. So even though I’m gripping the straps of my backpack so tightly it hurts, I take the long way to class. There are no memories of Casey in AP Calc AB, so this time when I sit at my desk, I can breathe.

By the time I’m pulling out my notebook, the bell rings. Mr. Williams walks to the front of the classroom, “Alright, everyone in their seat. For today’s exam, you are permitted the use of a graphing calculator.”

Shit. The test. I forgot about the calc test. Mr. Williams begins to hand out the exam. When he gets to me, I stop him, “Mr. Williams, I-I was wondering if I could possibly take the exam on another day? After the events of this weekend, I--”

“Ms. L/n, I made it clear to the entire class that I do not believe in scheduling a makeup exam the day of.”

My fingers nervously scratch at the back of my wrist. “And I understand that, and normally I’d never ask, but if you’ve seen the news--”

“Ms. L/n, do you want to take the test or would you rather me put a 0 in the grade book?”

I could scream. I want to scream, but instead, all I do is nod, “Take the test.”

And with that, he places the packet on my desk. The sound it makes feels like a death sentence. The next 50 minutes are a nightmare. I don’t remember how to do half the problems, and what I do remember, I can’t seem to do right. By the time the bell rings, I’m in full on panic mode. Mr. Williams collects the test and I leave the room like it’s on fire.

The sharp pain in my head has never been this bad. I reach my locker, unlocking it to grab my bottle of ibuprofen. I take two Advil without any water. Today totally, unbelievably sucks. I need to splash some water in my face.

The bathroom is thankfully empty. Pushing my backpack off of my shoulders and onto the counter, I turn on the sink. The water is cool against my fingers, and for the first time all day, I feel like I can breathe. My bandaid is sticking out to me too much so I force my gaze downwards.

There’s a long abandoned copy of a newspaper on the counter. Its corners are so wet that the words at the start and end of the article are unreadable. The page it’s opened to has no photos. I’m sure if I flipped through it I’d find something listing everything the police found inside the house that night.

Stu’s earlier claim echoes in my head as I pick up the newspaper. I’m not sure if I’m more motivated by spite or the desire to answer the question in my head, but I guess it doesn’t matter, because the end result is the same. I turn the page, skimming the article. The intro is so long that I still haven’t gotten to the murder, let alone what the police found after. I flip ahead until I find what I’m looking for.

I read the section about everything that was found twice. They mention everything down to the burned jiffy pop and the tube of lipgloss Casey left in the living room. The paragraph never mentions the polaroids from the kitchen.

He took pictures of me from the crime scene.

Unease leaves my stomach in knots. The killer, who talked to me on the phone like we were best friends and chose to not kill me took photos of me.

I turn the page frantically, desperate to see if the polaroids are mentioned there. Big mistake. Casey’s photo is staring at me, but she’s not her in it. She’s hanging from that big tree in her yard and her--her intestines...

Cold sweat leaves my hands clammy. My body knows what’s happening before I do. A stall door gets thrown open just in time for me to throw myself onto my knees. Bile and whatever’s left of last night’s dinner burn as they come up my throat. I wretch.

An unexpected but not unpleasant touch is pressed into my back as my hair is pushed out of my face. More bile leaves me.

After a second passes and I don’t throw up a third time, I turn my head just enough to see who’s next to me. Billy. He doesn’t say anything at my recognition, he just moves his hand up and down my back gently.

“...I found a newspaper.”

“Yeah, I assumed after i heard the…”

He’s trailing off to be nice. I shift in order to sit cross legged on the floor. “Right. That’s fair.”

His hand stalls against my back. “I didn’t mean it li--”

“I know.” My voice is too small.

Billy moves his free hand. I don’t know what he’s doing until he’s pulling the paper away from me. I let him take the newspaper and place it somewhere on the other side of him. “Why’d you look?”

“I--earlier, I was looking at this locker in front of us and it had polaroids taped to it, and-and that made me remember that on Saturday, Casey took a bunch of pictures of me. Polaroids.” I wipe at my face with the back of my palm. "The article’s super detailed, but it didn’t mention any pictures. I-I think that means that the person took them.”

Billy’s eyebrows draw together. The corner of his mouth turns downwards. “You’re making yourself sick over this.”

“Because it’s a big deal!” My reaction is harsher than it should be. He’s being nice to me after I blew up at everyone this morning and they were just trying to be good friends. And after this, I’m in no position to talk about what I am and am not able to handle. “It’s a big deal that I’m alive and Casey isn’t.” Taking a shaky breath, I continue, “And I should--I have to make it right somehow. Casey’s dead and I’m alive because it fit whatever plot he wanted to make. It was total chance, the killer probably flipped a coin while outside of her house to pick which one of us would live and which one would end up like...” I gesture vaguely in the direction of the newspaper, “That.”

He’s quiet for so long I think he may not respond at all. His hand begins to move up and down my back again in the form of small circles. “Do you really think that?”

Shrugging, I lean into his touch. “I mean, it’s probably either that or a stalker scenario.”

“You don’t have to figure it out. Just because you’re the one that survived doesn’t mean you need to put yourself through this. Especially now. It just happened, give yourself some time.” His voice is so assuring and oddly comforting I feel my eyes water. “What’s wrong?”

Despite myself, I almost snort. “I think you know what’s wrong.”

He gives me a semi bitchy look. “Something else happened, I can see it on your face.”

Frowning, I let my gaze drop to the ground. “Am I that transparent?”

Billy moves, the hand that’s not on my back coming beneath my chin. I let him tilt my head upwards until our eyes meet. “You have no idea.”

Warmth crawls up my face. He smiles. “Fine, I’ll tell you but it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Well, I’ve had a really bad headache all day and then I get to first period and Mr. Williams starts talking about an exam. And that’s how I realized that I completely forgot about the calc unit test. I tried using the whole almost murdered excuse--I kinda hated myself for it, but it doesn’t matter, because he didn’t even go for it.” With a dramatic, deprecating sigh, I start to pick at a loose thread in my shoe lace. “Mr. Williams doesn’t believe in getting out of the test the day of. There’s no way I didn’t fail it, and it’s an AP class so that’s going to mess with my entire GPA.”

He doesn’t comment on my teariness or the way that I almost sniffle, he just continues to softly rub my back. The gesture is starting to feel somewhat maternal, but it’s nice. “He made you take the test?”

“Mr. Williams’ is a total asshole.”

Billy’s mouth turns upwards, “He sounds like it.” I smile, leaning into his touch. “You should go back to the doctor.” He frowns when I move away from him. “Your head hurts, you’re moody--”

“Am not.”

“Right, because that stand off with Stu earlier was like you.”

Right--that weird moment in the hallway. Great, Stu’s probably mad at me, and there’s no way that me going out of my way to not see him before math is something he’s going to take lightly. “He’s probably so mad at me.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Billy says, “He can’t stay mad at you.”

I give him a look. “He’s petty.”

Billy smiles after a second. “He’ll be petty about it, but he won’t actually be mad.” Before I can respond, Billy stands, “Come on, you need to go to a doctor.”

After a second, I stand, taking his hand. “Fine.”

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Paper Rings— Jamie Drysdale

request: “paper rings + jamie drysdale pls im begging”

i’m trying something new bc i have writers block! (ps i used mainly my own photos bc i hate finding the vibes on pinterest)

warnings: smoking🍃, some swears

a/n i didn’t use all the lyrics to this

MASTERLIST

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The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

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yourusername “come to a party,” they said. “you’ll have fun!” they said. (“they” is my best friend and she was in fact right— i did have fun!)

nice meeting ya, hockey boys ;) i’ll try to not smoke you out next time!

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bestiejordan all hail the queen of rolling🙌

jamie.drysdale she was pretty good ig

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale we’re new besties you can’t bully me yet

trevorzegras @/yourusername does that rule not apply to you or…

bestiejordan @/trevorzegras no, she does whatever she wants

friend1 okay i see you, i see you, miss girl! you get that fluffy brunette!!

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale you down?

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername i’m down

jamie.drysdale i’d let you smoke me out again if it means i get to see you again ;)

yourusername bold aren’t we, drysdale?

trevorzegras i pressed send he was gonna delete it

yourusername bold aren’t we, drysdale’s roommate?

The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Jamie hasn’t texted you since that morning after the party. You normally wouldn’t care— one night party friends weren’t something out of the ordinary for you. But Jamie felt different. At least, you wanted him to be different.

“Babe, he’s just a boy,” your best friend, jordan, sighed.

“He’s not, though!” you groaned into your pillow. “He’s different. He’s intriguing!”

“And dark and mysterious?” Jordan teased you, flopping down on the bed next to you.

“Shut up,” you laughed. “It’s been three days!”

“So text him first. Trevor told me he can be shy most of the time. He just happens to be talkative while high,” Jordan suggested.

“I can do that?”

“Yeah, babe,” Jordan cracked up, “you can do that.”

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yourusername got my boyfriend’s autograph today!!(he actually signed a contract stating he MUST legally cuddle with me anytime i want)

p.s. you’ve got a loooooot of fans, j! but i’ll always be your number 2 fan❤️(@/trevorzegras threatened to cut my hair off if i didn’t address that he is jamie’s number 1 fan)

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jamie.drysdale you were truly the prettiest girl in my line😘

bestiejordan boooo compliment her personality, not her looks!!

jamie.drysdale you were truly the kindest, funniest, and coolest girl in my line

trevorzegras that’s so much worse

yourusername ur lucky ur cute, drysdale! (thank you to all the compliments ur too sweet <3)

fan1 JAMIE GOT A GIRLFRIEND?!?

fan2 i am a bit thrown off but i’ll be damned if this isn’t cute

trevorzegras you’ll never replace me as jimmy’s number one fan😈

yourusername watch me, zegras

jamie.drysdale i’d like to watch her

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale traitor!

bestiejordan not pictured: y/n combing through jamie’s hair and watching him sleep bc she’s a weird stalker

yourusername says the one who watched me do that

jamie.drysdale i think it’s cute! i loved my head scratchies

trevorzegras i think i’m gonna vomit

bestiejordan @/trevorzegras i already did

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

You trudged up the steps to the front door of Jamie and Trevor’s house with your backpack practically falling off your body. When Jamie opened the door to let you in, you face planted into his chest, groaning.

“Well hello to you, too, y/n/n,” Jamie laughed. He slid off your backpack the rest of the way and pulled your arms up to wrap around his waist. He pulled you closer and began to rub your back uo and down, resting his head atop of yours for extra contact. “Rough night at school?”

You were enrolled in night classes at a local university so that you could work in order to pay for said classes, and… ya know… live.

“‘Rough’ is an understatement,” you groaned as you hugged him tighter. “I failed my test, I was late because I ran out of gas, I completely forgot about a homework assignment, which means I’ll get a zero for that, and work was just annoying overall.”

Jamie kissed the top of your head and increased the pressure of his back rubs.

“Look up,” he told you. You did what he asked, although a little confused as to why. Your question was answered when he brought up a hand to your cheek and kissed you softly.

“What was that for, Drysdale?” you asked smiling.

“Because you’ve had a long night,” he answered. He tilted your head up and kissed you again. “And that was so you know it’ll be alright.”

Your smile grew even wider as your boyfriend’s sweet words. You took a turn to bring him down for a kiss, “and what was that for, y/l/n?”

“I’ve waited my whole life for you. I don’t want to waste another second not kissing you,” you replied softly, messily playing with the ends of his hair.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

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yourusername jamie gave me a wish flower and told me to close my eyes and make a wish. i wished for forever, and when i opened my eyes, he had a ring box in his hand. i used to not be one for heart shaped jewelry, which he knew, but when he told me it’s a promise for us to hold each other’s hearts forever, i couldn’t help but change my mind. i am now pro heart shaped jewelry because of this boy❤️

happy one year, drysdale! i love you more than words

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jamie.drysdale love doesn’t even begin to cover my feelings for you, y/l/n. but since it’s all the english language gives us, i promise to love you forever❤️

yourusername somebody’s been reading my poetry books

trevorzegras @/yourusername he bought his own copies and tabs ones that remind him of you. it makes me sick

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras and why do you know this?

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale he reads them and sends pictures to jordan

trevorzegras @/bestiejordan blabber mouth

bestiejordan @/jamie.drysdale you better take care of her! congratulations you two! you make me and z sick <3

jamie.drysdale i intend to for the rest of my life

yourusername besties just get together already

bestiejordan @/trevorzegras you down?

trevorzegras @/bestiejordan i’m down

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

Trevor had to go on a roadie shortly after Jamie’s shoulder surgery, and he was freaking out a bit about leaving him.

“Z, my love, I already practically live here and wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. I think I can take care of our boyfriend,” you joked. Trevor glared at you for that, but he took a deep breath and nodded, “yeah, yeah okay. You’re right. I just…”

You wrapped up the boy who had become one of your best friends into a hug.

“I’ve got him,” you whispered.

Jordan let herself into the house next and sneaked a picture of you and her boyfriend before announcing her presence, “is he freaking out again?”

“I don’t think he has any other setting.”

Jordan shook her head laughing as she walked over to take her boyfriend from you, “Y/N practically nursed you back to health when you were sick, Z. She can remember to give Jamie his pain medication and enforce all of the doctor’s rules on him. So go wake him up for meds one last time and say your goodbyes.”

Trevor kissed her head and nodded before parading up the stairs to Jamie’s room, with you two following behind. You were fiddling with your promise ring when you entered the room. Trevor was lightly shaking his best friend awake and you sat down on the other side of the bed to help ease him into a sitting position. Once Jamie took his pills, Trevor gave him a very cautious and gentle hug goodbye and took Jordan’s hand to leave you two alone.

“Be good to him!” Trevor called out.

“I always will, Zegras!”

You maneuvered yourself to sit behind Jamie and let him rest his head on your chest. Your breathing synced together as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Is he okay?” Jamie asked groggily.

“Yeah, just a baby freak out. Jordan’s driving him to the plane strip, so any further conundrums can be handled by her,” you told him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m okay,” you kissed the top of his head. “Can I get you anything?”

“Stay,” he whispered.

“Always.”

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

You're the one I want

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Darling, you're the one I want

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yourusername i met you at a party i didn’t want to go to. ever since, my entire world has shifted with you at the center of it. we’ve been through a lot, but everything was made easier with you by my side.

today, i became y/n drysdale, and we threw a party that i did in fact want to go to. i’m down for anything when it comes to you, jamie, and i’m especially down for forever. i love you❤️

thank you to everyone that made this day magical!

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jamie.drysdale bold aren’t we, drysdale? i love you!

yourusername i’ll cry right now

trevorzegras congratulations mr. and mrs. drysdale!

yourusername thank you, z <3

trevorzegras anytime, bestie’s wife <3

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras that’s her contact name now, isn’t it?

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale yes :)

bestiejordan hit my crying quota today because of you two❤️ congratulations! look at how far you’ve come! you went from whining that he hadn’t called you, to making me and z give speeches. what a beautiful evolution!

yourusername your speech was amazing, beautiful!

trevorzegras @/yourusername stop flirting with my girlfriend! you have a husband!

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras flirt more to compensate

trevorzegras if that’s what the groom wants🫡

anaheimducks congratulations you two!

#jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale fluff #jamie drysdale insta edit #jamie drysdale imagine #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #anaheim ducks #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic

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merlucide · 2 months

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Crossdresser x Bllk pt2

notes: no bc I’m pissed- how tf did I hit the word limit?? That’s not alotta words

warnings: Y/N is female, cursing, cringe lol

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

(Yk how everyone calls Chigiri ‘princess’ or ‘missy’? well! Lucky Y/N also has a special nickname of her own! She was called ‘girly’ every now and then, but the favored nickname was ‘mini’. It was for 2 reasons: 1, y/n were shorter than almost everyone there(even though she could be considered tall for a girl). 2, in their eyes, she was really weird when it came to changing and bathing. They all assumed that she was insecure and they all came to the fact that y/n was embarrassed that ‘he’ had a ‘mini’ peni- also the fact that she had a missing bulge when she wore clothes. Her teammates and Opponents milked that nickname like no tomorrow💀)((also also, when Y/N finally gets to show off her amaaazing weapon, she gains the nn ‘the contortionist’))

The next match rolled around Against team Y(Niko).

she mainly just passed to Isagi or Bachira the whole match.

The win of 1-2 for Y/N and the team, she was satisfied that she helped the game more than the last one.

She was soooo excited for the victory meal. She was so ready for different varieties of food.

She was pretty ‘used’ to living with 11 dudes, and pretending to be one for this long.

She felt the ‘closest’ to Kunigami, Isagi, Bachira, Kuon and Lemon. Chigiri was so-so, he was either sassy+snarky or nice+good company. Igaguri and Naruhaya were just annoying. Raichi was a pain in the ass 24/7 and Gagamaru was… Gagamaru..

Bachira liked to practice his dribbling tricks on her to see if he could get past her, 50/50 chance of winning or loosing.

Kunigami was just a reliable friend, he was really good at pep talks and gave really good tips for lifting weights.

Isagi was normal, yet interesting. He could read the field and Y/N couldn’t understand how, to be honest she was kinda jealous. She enjoyed his company and opinions on things.

About bathing! That was quite difficult for Y/N in the beginning, and in general.

She couldn’t just strip with 11 dudes. And the bathroom always seemed to be occupied, someone on the toilet or showering. She’s seen more naked boys than she would’ve liked.

Y/N took her baths at night, when she knew everyone was asleep. She’d dip her feet in and let the steaming water solve her problems. The wonders warm water does for tense muscles.

Though, one night, Y/N got up to shower but she accidentally woke up kunigami by kicking his arm with her foot. He couldn’t go back to sleep for some reason and noticed that the bathroom light was on.

A warm bath did kinda sound nice… a dip wouldn’t hurt. Kunigami got up and headed to the bathroom. But Kunigami has really heavy footsteps and woke up Gagamaru and Bachira-

Y/N was chillin in the tub when Kunigami is suddenly staring at her asking ‘couldn’t sleep huh? Me neither, mind if I join?’

To Y/Ns absolute horror, Kunigami is, naked, in the same bath as her, who is also naked, just chilling in the bath together, naked.

He sat on the other side of the bath, letting his head fall back. Meanwhile, Y/N is fully emerged in the water only showing her eyes, doing everything in her power not to drown herself there and now.

To make things better, Gagamaru and Bachira come shuffling in to see what’s going on.

Bachira whines saying ‘you’re showerin’ at night without me? Ruuude!’ And quickly strips waddling into the Bath with a naked Gagamaru following behind.

Gagamaru sat on the stairs gurgling the bath water, while Bachira sat right next to Y/N

‘Say (short version of y/n)-chan~ whya always shower at nightime?’ Bachira asked peering closer.

she forced out a ‘less crowded’ and just let Bachira chat her ear off about fun facts about dolphins.

Ruffly 15 minutes later Kunigami got out and Bachira followed him back to bed.

Gagamaru stared at her.

‘I know your secret’ he stated

Y/Ns heart stopped for second. she murmured ‘..you do?’

….

‘You have a girl butt.’ Gagamaru says straight faced.

…huh?..

‘That’s why you bathe at night. I always knew you had a girl butt though.’

She just stared at him. She had no words. Absolutely flabbergasted.

‘..haaaah… you knew huh..?’ Y/N huffed.

Gagamaru nodded and left the tub.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone’ He shushed with a finger over his lips.

That probably was the most uncomfortable, horrific 20 minutes of Y/Ns life.

The next game was against Team W(Wanima twins).

Kuon made 3 goals in the first half. Everyone was pumped that the match seemed to be in their favor.

Team W quickly made a turn around and was now a tie of 3-3. Kuon was always there when the goal was about to happen. Isagi was the first to notice something weird going on with Kuon.

Apparently Kuon made a deal with Team W, planning to let everyone in Team Z fail.

Everyone was pissed.

The game was now officially 12vs10, this sucked.

To everyone’s surprise, Chigiri ran. He scored a goal with his speed and the score was now at 4-4 and the match was over.

After the match, Y/N and the team caught Kuon trying to make a deal with their next opponents.

They turned his offer down and left.

Apparently the next team was quite strong. Team V has won all of 3 their games.

The night before the match, nobody could sleep. It was nerve racking thinking about going against Team V. Y/N was nervous, but confident it’d go in her favor.

Ok well my tumblr is fked up. I HIT THE WORD LIMIT AGAIN???? PART 3

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock scenarios #blue lock #isagi yoichi #blue lock imagines

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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hello!! first of all i absolutely love your fics, they're really well written and fun to read. thank you for creating such amazing content! 💖💖

i wanted to request a fic with lisa, yae miko, ei and layla with a ticklish reader who blushes and gets flustered even at the thought of being flirted/teased with verbally and phisically about it and how would the ladies react at such information? sorry if it's weird or something, my first time requesting something like this ;; have a nice day!! 💖

Them with a reader that’s ticklish and easily gets embarrassed about it

Characters: Yae Miko/Ei/Layla x gn!reader (separate)

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Never wrote for Layla before, obviously, but I’m already down bad for her. Yas queen, go slay sleep.

I left out Lisa, bc I normally only write for 3 characters, and I think that having one “Ara-Ara” is satisfactory enough.

I hope this matches what you envisioned, if it doesn't, just tell me and I'll try again.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yae Miko

There was no need for you to mention to Yae that you were ticklish, the Guuji knowing everything about you, or rather your weaknesses. So, there was no way she didn’t notice your awkwardness whenever you saw or even heard someone tickle another person, the way you slightly pulled back whenever her hand seemed to come a bit too close to your neck or waist or how your face became red when she joked about it.

All in all, it was very obvious to her, and while Yae only seldom went so far as to actually tickle you, not being the biggest fan of having to move a muscle for her teasing when a sentence or two could get her the same result, that didn’t mean that her teases were any less effective.

“Did you know that tickling can make up to 2 out of 2 people have a great time?”, Miko jokingly asked while pretending to read something. And while her mention of your weakness caused you to once again instantly freeze up, you were able to somewhat keep your cool.

“It’s not going to work this time, Yae Miko”, you announced while trying your best to sound confident in your statement, only for her to instantly go for the low hanging fruit by pointing out your blushing face, causing her some surprise when that wasn’t enough to make you fold.

“A bluff only works when it’s backed up by action every once in a while, and I know you well enough to know that it’s nothing but talk with you, Miko”, you continued, gaining confidence with each word, only for it to all come tumbling down when Yae put aside her book and stood up.

You were right, for the most part at least. A bluff only works when backed up by action every now and then. If there was one thing Yae liked more than being able to tease people unopposed though, it was putting people in place first, and she wouldn’t let a challenge like yours go unanswered.

If you hadn’t told Ei about it, she could have gone another 500 of not noticing, simply thinking your embarrassed reaction might mean that the somewhat normal act of tickling became something more intimate over the years she spent in her Plane of Euthymia.

Well, at least she did until she saw children tickle themselves in the streets while the two of you were out on a walk.

“Hmm, I didn’t know that tickling was still something you humans tended to do to each other”, Ei stated out of the blue, instantly causing you to follow her stare at the two kids, completely oblivious about the fact that they were being so blatantly watched by their god.

“You didn’t? Did someone tell you differently? Did I… tell you differently?”, you asked, suddenly growing nervous at the potential that you accidentally told her something stupid, only for her to shake her head and turn back towards you.

“No, you didn’t”, she responded, causing you to let out a silent sigh of relief, only to tense up when you heard her next few words, “But your reactions whenever there’s someone being tickled in the same room as you made me think of that.”

“Ah- yes. I just- I don’t know what you mean. It’s a super normal thing that friends do to each other”, you tried playing it off, only to silently freak out when Ei slightly raised her hand.

“So would it be alright for me to tickle you? Or is it only something for friends?”, she asked innocently, only for you to enter panic mode.

“Yes- No- I just-… Oh no, the sun’s going to set soon. Let’s hurry up, maybe we’ll get to the sweets shop before it closes”, you awkwardly changed subject before leading the way, leaving Ei even more confused than before.

Layla

While there were a million signs telling of your ticklishness, the most notable being your reactions whenever the subject was even brought up, Layla’s mind was in a million different places. And in-between her studies and mental planning on how to spend enough time with you, even with her lack of free time, she managed to be blind to all of them.

It was only one day, when the two of you sat in the Akademiya’s huge library, doing research, and Layla, being on the verge of shutting down completely, asked you to tickle her awake, that she noticed your awkward reaction. And while she first feared that her lack of sleep made her insensitive enough to not even notice that her question was weird, she quickly came up with a different theory.

And if her time at the Akademiya teached her one thing, it was that theories were there to be tested.

“HAHA- STOP IT-”, you laughed out loud, only for your hand to cover your mouth just a moment later, growing even more embarrassed by the sudden but understandable attention you had drawn to yourself, even fearing of being kicked out of the library. But when the atmosphere somewhat returned back to normal, you were quick to give Layla a small glare, not having expected her to suddenly lean over the desk and tickle your neck.

“Ah- Sorry. I wondered whether you were ticklish or not, so I-… decided to test out my theory”, she responded to your silent question, your reaction obviously somewhat waking her, even if that didn’t mean much for her.

“You could have just asked”, you responded before pouting, only for her eyes to widen in realisation.

“I… could have. I… didn’t think of it”, she slowly stated before rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. “I think my brain’s not working correctly anymore. I should take something to help me sleep”, Layla stated, only to absentmindedly take a sip out of her cup of coffee.

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solitaireships · 4 months

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Marks

So a fun fact about this fic is originally I was going to have this come out before Fantasies bcs it takes place earlier in the timeline of Mark and Shepard's relationship, so if you've been keeping up with my one shots for them, this is set between Bad Idea, Right? and Fantasies. I think a lot about the scar that Mark has on his chest bcs they don't really talk about what caused that in canon, so have a little hc moment about that

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1188 words

Divider by saradika

Content warning: Discussions of car accidents, death, hospitals, and severe physical injuries

Shepard’s sitting in bed, waiting for Hoffman. Why he always takes so long getting ready for bed is beyond her, but she doesn’t mind waiting. It’s not like he gets a lot of space right now— that’s one of the many downsides of being on the government's most wanted list— so she’ll let him take whatever moments he wants.

But she’s glad when he comes into the bedroom, ready to go to bed with her.

Tonight Hoffman opted to sleep in nothing but a pair of black gym shorts. Shepard always likes getting to see him shirtless. There’s dark hair across his chest and his belly, and his love handles peek out over the waistband of his shorts. It’s always a nice view, but now her eyes are drawn more than usual to the scar that goes down the middle of his chest. She’s noticed it plenty of times, of course, but for some reason she finds her attention locking on it now.

Hoffman doesn’t talk much about his scars. The only one that he’s told Shepard about is the one that cuts across his cheek, stretching from the right corner of his lips up to his ear in jagged lines. That he got from a reverse bear trap that tore his cheek open as he tried to escape, stitching the wound up himself. When he talked about that the first time, Shepard wished she was there to stitch him up so he wouldn’t have had to do that alone. But then she reminded herself that’s an overly sweet thought to have given how he's talking about having part of his face ripped open.

Hoffman can handle himself. But Shepard does have to wonder what the story is behind his other scars. There's the one on his chest, and his back is littered with several smaller scars.

Hoffman settles down on the bed, the mattress shifting a bit under his weight. He pulls the blankets aside, climbing into bed and then getting under the covers. His chest is still visible over the top of the blankets, though, leaving Shepard’s eyes to wander again to the scar.

“Hey,” Shepard says.

“Hey yourself,” he replies.

“How did you get that scar on your chest?”

Hoffman looks at her, almost surprised. She was probably more direct than she should have been. But her curiosity got the best of her here.

“It was back when I was a beat cop,” Hoffman says. “Got involved in a bad car accident when I was pursuing a suspect, some metal from the wreck got me pretty good on the chest.”

“God. That must’ve gotten close to your heart.” Shepard cuddles close to Hoffman’s side, letting him put an arm over her shoulders.

His hand rests on her back, massaging it through her t-shirt. “Yeah, but obviously it missed. Still hurt like hell, though. Wearing shirts was rough for a while even after I left the hospital with it healing.”

“I bet.”

“No joke about how I should keep my shirt off all the time?” Hoffman teases.

Shepard rolls her eyes but says, “I’m so sorry, I think you should never wear a shirt ever again, Hoffy.”

“Thank you.”

Shepard shifts under his arms, propping herself up with one hand on his chest. She leans over him to reach over and turn off the lamp, leaving them in the dark. But even through the dark, she can still see Hoffman’s scar. So as she moves back, she gives him a quick kiss on it.

She’s glad he’s still alive. She might be the only person who is. But she hates the thought of never having met him.

“What about the ones on your back?” Shepard asks, moving back to lay on her side, tucked under Hoffman’s arm.

“They’re all from the same thing,” he says. “It was a trap— the glass coffin. Think a rectangular box made out of glass and with a bunch of jagged glass shards at the bottom of it. It was part of Strahm’s test. If he got in it, he would’ve lived. Instead he shoved me in. Getting a bunch of glass stuck in my back was better than what happened to him, though.”

“Damn.”

Shepard never knows quite what to say when Hoffman talks about the traps he made. Part of her is curious, but it’s strange to hear him so casually talk about putting people in deadly situations. She doesn’t think he’s going to be a threat to anyone anytime soon— and, privately, she likes to think that she’s part of the reason behind that. But he still talks about the traps he made like he’s describing something regular, like he’s talking about something that happened at work that was part of his day-to-day.

She guesses it’s easier to talk about if you can disconnect from it. Hoffman mentioned that— John had told him that you had to leave emotions out of administering tests.

Shepard knows it’s probably equally weird that she’s glad that’s how Hoffman talks about it. It’s better than him sounding like he enjoyed every death he was responsible for, and it makes it easier for her to hear.

Maybe that’s part of why he talks about things so casually with her too. It's some attempt to not scare her.

“Getting all the glass out of my back was a pain in the ass,” Hoffman says.

“I would’ve helped you if I were there,” Shepard says. And, for some reason, she’s sure as she said it that she would have.

Hoffman laughs. “Thanks.”

He moves his arm from around Shepard, rolling onto his side so his back faces her. She takes that as the invitation it is, instantly moving to spoon him. She loves the way the two of them seem to fit together, his back pressed against her chest.

Shepard strokes one hand down his side. “You know I’d always be happy to help you, Hoffman.”

There’s a silence, and Shepard assumes that means that Hoffman’s ready to go to sleep. But then he says, “We’ve been dating for over a month. When are you going to start using my first name?”

Shepard’s hand pauses along his side for a second. If she’s honest, she never really thought about calling him his first name. It’s not that she never wanted to call him Mark, but it never felt right. He’s always just been Hoffman.

“I don’t know,” Shepard says, resuming stroking up and down his side. She presses a quick kiss to his back, her lips brushing against one of the scars there. “Do you want me to call you Mark?”

“I sure as hell wouldn’t mind if my girlfriend called me my name,” he replies.

“Okay. I love you, Mark.”

“I love you too,” Hoffman replies, and the words come off of his tongue easier now than they did even just a month ago.

“Good night.”

“Good night, Shep.”

And as she holds him in her arms, drifting slowly off to sleep, she hopes that she’ll get plenty more chances to show Hoffman— to show Mark— how much she appreciates every part of him.

#my posts #safeship #safeshipping #selfship #selfshipping #🧩#🧩 missing piece #🗝️ shepard #my writing #i love appreciating him and his body. he's so handsome #anyway here's the moment where shepard started first naming him

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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I was thinking maybe a dark niki one? Not too much, js maybe a sensitive one? Like one with self harm? One where he accidentally sees your scars and finds out you had an abusive past? Ik it's too dark so maybe but a tw?

wounded | a ni-ki short fic

word count: 900+

warnings: MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING. SH IS MENTIONED FREQUENTLY AND AB*SE IS HINTED AT

spelling errors bc i honestly cannot spell

pairing: niki x gn! reader

a/n: i don’t usually write angst so if this sucks i’m so sorry 😭 tyy for requesting <3

“this is rigged.”

you laughed, maybe harder than you should’ve. who would’ve thought that niki, master of games, would be sitting across from you, arms crossed at the fact that you beat him in mario cart.

“or maybe i just improved?” you said, grinning.

niki scowled, crossing his arms tighter against his chest to make it worse. he didn’t look mad though, only frustrated. you had won every single game since the very beginning of you guys’ playing— and you knew how much niki hated losing.

“fine, it was your lucky day then,” he muttered, getting up from his position on the sofa.

your laugh only got louder as you saw him exit the room, muttering about being ‘done with games for the evening’ while grumbling under his breath about how he lost. god, he was so dramatic, you thought fondly before following him. you found him in his room, laying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“what do you want now? i thought we were done with games today.” he said without looking at you.

you shrugged, plopping yourself down onto the mattress next to him. your eyes met his for a second before you let them slide shut.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

you felt him shift in response, turning to face you better. “why wouldn’t i be?”

“because you lost?”

he groaned. “okay, but did i really lose?”

“yes, niki. what?”

“i have more wins altogether, so i don’t care. still the champion,” he said, smiling by now.

you examined the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, and the slight curve at the corners. he had nice lips, actually, you mused absentmindedly before shoving that train of thought away. no matter how often you tried not to think about it, there was something different about him that made you feel weird and warm whenever you saw him smile like that.

either way, you rolled your eyes. “if that helps you sleep at night, then sure.”

“whatever, y/n. let’s do something we’re both good at.”

“like?”

“dancing,” he beamed.

you shuttered at the thought. you weren’t exactly the biggest fan of dancing, which could be explained by a lack of proper coordination when it came to actual moving.

“no-“

“i’m just kidding,” he said. “let’s just watch a movie together.”

the two of you had plenty of movies in your shared collection of DVDs. you never minded watching them all over again, and you were pretty sure the feeling was mutual. despite your initial hesitancy, you had quickly grown accustomed to spending time together, and the two of you ended up binge watching the same films every once in awhile.

honestly, you enjoyed his company more than you ever imagined you would. sometimes he was sarcastic and snide, sometimes he was serious and thoughtful (you liked to think that they were genuine thoughts). most of the time though, he was just fun to be around, and you cherished those moments as if they were precious jewels.

that’s exactly why it felt like the world came crashing down when you saw him staring at you with the utmost fright.

“niki..? what..”

your words stopped in their tracks when you realized where he was looking, making your eyes widen with shock.

“y/n…h-how did-“

“i had cats growing up, and, i don’t know, sometimes they just scratched me.”

you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to take such a horrible lie.

“you and jungwon were just talking about how both of you are allergic to cats,” he said slowly.

“yeah, but-“

“y/n, don’t lie,” he said, looking straight at you with an expression of concern. “if they really are from… cats, then i’m sorry, and i won’t ever bring it up again. but they aren’t, are they?”

he waited expectantly for an answer, and the longer you stayed silent, the more nervous he looked. you couldn’t stand seeing that expression directed towards you, so you forced yourself to say the one thing that might possibly make time go faster.

“they… aren’t.”

niki’s expression somehow fell sadder than it already was, and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes. you were trying your hardest to hold them back, because you didn’t want to make him worry even more. but it proved useless, as your lower lip began quivering and you felt the tears running down your cheeks.

“oh god, y/n,” he said immediately, sitting up fully and pulling you close to him as you broke down.

his hands moved from your shoulders to cradle the back of your head, stroking through your hair gently until finally you quieted. you sniffled softly into his sweater, still keeping your eyes closed tight. the last thing you needed was to see his reaction right now. you knew exactly how that would end.

“i’m s—”

“stop that,” niki cut him off sharply, voice sounding harsh for the first time that day. “there’s no reason to be sorry, y/n. i’m sorry for bringing it up.”

you pulled away, running your sleeve over your face to wipe the excess tears. you sniffled one last time before opening your eyes.

“they’re from… a long time ago. a lot was going on.”

niki smiled a smile, yet authentic smile. “you don’t have to give me an explanation, really.”

“i-i know, and i don’t think i can talk about all of it, but i at least want you to know why.”

“only if you want to, y/n.”

you sighed. “i… don’t have a real answer to why. i don’t really remember why i did it anymore. just… i was going through absolute hell with some people that i knew, and… yeah. i don’t know what else to say.”

“that’s fine. don’t force yourself to remember, you’ve said enough.”

you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “thanks, niki.”

hmmmm 😕

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notsodailycake · 2 years

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Controversial take here:

I’ve given it some thought, and I’ve decided I can’t like Luis. It seems they’ve talked a few times over email, but that’s as far as it went. Luis should’ve recognized she wasn’t interested and stopped asking her out. My main gripe with him, however, isn’t over what he did, but what he DIDN’T do. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Vanessa hacked into the Pizzaplex. If it was literally anyone else on the planet, he would’ve reported them right away. But he let his feelings get in the way, and chose not to intervene.

When someone you like, or even love, is in a situation like this, you don’t bury your head in the sand. You intervene. I know he tried to talk to her, but that should’ve been the last straw. He should’ve acknowledged it was now a major work related issue after she never responded, and done his job. Not to mention everything else he let her get away with, or just didn’t notice. I feel confident anyone else wouldn’t have been given that much leeway with the red flag searches, or been brushed off like that. I mean, she LITERALLY typed “help” and he just moved on. That, to me at least, is very nearly unforgivable.

Because here’s the thing: if Vanessa was stopped then and there, that would’ve been that. I’m pretty sure they could run the hack back once it was uncovered and actually fix it. And, at the very least, Vanessa wouldn’t have killed any kids. Furthermore, with the glitch identified, I’m sure they could stop any other beta testers influenced by Afton. They might’ve been able to purge the virus from Vanessa after studying it. And it’s not like Burntrap was the real problem anyway. GLITCHtrap is the real threat. We can clearly see that Vanny’s been down in the basement, even sleeping there, so it’s entirely possible he wouldn’t even exist if not for her.

That’s not to say that all of the suffering is his fault, though. Hell, he’s a bit of victim, to. After their first in person conversation, in which he talks about her being interested in IT stuff, Vanessa created that fake ID to hack into the system. Vanessa, or rather Afton, used Luis for information.

I guess this is my own simping for Vanessa, expressing my anger at the one person who was in a position to see her descent into a very dark pit, and yet, for whatever reason, failed to stop her fall.

Maybe I could like Luis if the three star ending was the true one, with Vanessa getting freed and gaining a family in the process. But as far as the story, she’s still trapped in a living hell, with very little chance of escape. And the flames will only get hotter for her.

In my mind, the lesson contained in those emails and what follows is this: when you choose to ignore that someone you care about is in trouble, you will only make it far worse for THEM.

Wow there buddy, that's alot of words for a luis enjoyer like me- /j

Seriously tho, heh, sorry it took so long to reply to this. I was actually excited to get it, and wanted to form a proper reply/argument to this, so i had to get my facts straight. Bc i honestly dont like to just blindly defend a character (and this bit will be explained further into my argument)

So this one is gonna be a long one folks ;)

I'll start off and say that, i agree with your statement really.

To an extent. I still have my own points to argue obviously, i wouldn't be writing a whole analysis if not XD

Now this isn't something to make you change your mind on Luis, but my own views and opinions on it

I will share some stuff that i personally think before i go to your argument about Luis, just so you can maybe see my perspective of it all. And it inevitably will involve Vanessa and Gregory (and quite possibly Freddy)

I'll state that, i like flawed characters. I like characters with flaw. They are fun to write, and it makes them feel more human.

I don't belive in the good or bad, i belive that some characters are in a darker spectrum and others are on a lighter spectrum, but never black and white

Only characters who are insane would be so dark, and even then, I'd see some lighter shade to it

And purely white characters are annoying as hell, perfect doesn't make it good

And now this is probably a take of mine that you will probably not like, but it isn't an attack on you either I'm not mad at you for it lol, but, i dislike the purification of Vanessa that I've realised you've been doing throughout this. I like the fact that Vanessa is flawed, my view on her is that she isn't some perfect victim that needs constant protection (and this inevitably will probably be my own projection of myself onto her, since i was a victim of verbal abuse and some sort of manipulation as a kid), but she also needs help obviously

I don't think she deserved what she went through at all, if that's what you think, but that doesn't make it right to give her everything when she wasn't the only victim. I dislike the fact that everything seems to have to cater to her needs, when others where affected as well. She needs help, and so does the rest. Like Gregory

As much as i love and enjoy the sibling dynamic for them, i dont want to undermine what Gregory went through with her. Sure it wasn't her fualt, but Gregory is just a kid, and he almost died by her hands, he has his rights to be scared of her and avoid her, and that's why i don't like the idea of him imitatedly falling in on opening up to her or helping her, it takes time. Healing takes time, and it's something you'll see me explore more throughout the next parts (this probably is also me projecting, since i myself could never feel hurt or let myself heal bc the person who hurt me was also going through shit, probably worse then me, and I was the one helping them, even if they were the adult and i was a child, 9, i was 9. And it sucks bc it still affects me. So i am a little sensitive about this topic). And with that Vanessa also has every right to not want to be with Gregory bc of her inevitable trauma about killing kids

Both were hurt, and now they have to learn how to put the pieces back together. And I'll add as well about Freddy, even if the issue is small. Gregory hurt his friends, and upgraded him with his Friend's body parts. That, to a sentient robot, is horrible. But i know he can understand the kid's pov. But he's still hurt by it

And it's something they will have to work it out together

So general idea. I like the flaws of the characters, and i dont plan on defending them, but i also dont blame them or am happy they suffered. I want them to heal, i want to show how much actually healing takes time and effort for both parties

I like to look into every perspective. From the victim, from the outsider and from the abuser.

And now this lead to my reply to the Luis part

I will say, as i re read the emails from luis, yeah maybe so, he should have stopped, and my only reason to defend in this are possibly not even canon. But to me, I'd say she did show interest on him, if going by the therapy CDs, when she mentioned Luis you could practically see her twirling her hair by the tone of her voice

Or maybe it's just me-- but she sounded genuinely interested

But yeah, i do agree that maybe he pushed it more then he needed to, but it wasn't anything bad, he was subtle about it and just really trying a shot but to shy to actually make a move. Plus as furter down her descent, he actually stops asking, and is genuinely concerned for her well being and wanting to help but not knowing what to do since he's never seen something like this. Plus it seemed like he didn't wanna push her to talk when she didn't want to

It was still quite unnecessary for him to further insist. But hey, you can be kinda dense when you like someone >_>

Now him reporting her. Through a discussion i had with a mutual about Luis, it seems like they were already somewhat aquatinted with each other. I'd presume they considered each other close mutuals, but not friends.

And in my experience, that would make it so you kinda just, justify said persons actions, as you are not close enough to know everything, but close enough to kinda build an explanation as to why they are acting weird

Cuz as per Luis, if he did he would probably not see her anymore bc she will be moved out, and she has been working hard for her position, and sure maybe bc he liked her. But even if he didn't, it be the same light if they were friends, which seems to be a close case for them as well. As humans, or just genuinel living creatures, we can be quite selfish and be it friends or a crush, you wouldn't want to have them leave your side (and from what I've gathered they are in the same department, being able to pass by each other's work stations)

Was it still wrong of him? Oh yes definitely, but like i said, there is more sides then one to a story. It doesn't make him a bad person, but just a human being with a bias and the benefit of the doubt

And yeah, idealisticly, if you love someone dearly, you wouldn't bury your head in the sand. But unfortunately, that isn't always the case. I deeply care for my sister, love her more then ANYTHING (and dont you dare say anything otherwise💢💢), but I'll be lying if i say i sometimes i wouldn't do that if i didn't know better

In which in this case he didn't. He mentioned to be an isolated kid, he doesn't know social cues as well (which is something I've experienced with my sister, and hell even myself), so with that, he wouldn't fully acknowledge it. It is human of him to be like that. Not right sure, but since when was it human to always be right?

And i will add that, we dont fully know how their relationship was, we just know they talked with each other. And by how Vanessa is about Luis in the CDs, they seem closer to each other then with the other workers

Also, i kinda feel bad for the typing "help" part, as i, a complete dense human being, wouldn't have imitatedly picked up on it either. Bc i am dumb, and even as when i first read the email, i didn't pick up on that part until you pointed it out💀💀

And for that i deeply apologise, but also yeah- gives me the reason to say it wasn't so unrealistic for him to be this dense

And i agree, i can see this seems to come from your bias of Vanessa. And it's completely understandable- you're in your rights to dislike Luis. As much as any victim is to dislike what happened to them and the people around them who inevitably caused the problem

It's probably also something i might explore on my story ;)

And the lesson is correct, it's a matter of actually acknowledging the issue your loved one has and do something about it. But unfortunately that is not something everyone does, even of they and I'm sure afterwards the guilt lingers.

But in a general summary. Your feelings towards him are valid, and i can understand your point of view on this. But that's exactly what i like about his character

I dont defend his actions, i simply give an explanation to them and a view to this different side