#expect more BEN soon…… very soon………………..

[slasherflicks999]

……………..who was gonna tell me the BEN drowned arg was gonna make me weirdly emotional huh

[cowinthestars]

mmm nothing like making a legion assassin's bones goop on a fine friday evening :3

[venmondiese]

COME TO ME, ANGEL OF MUSIC

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-ˋˏ| summary: On a costume party, you meet Aemond, a strange man who seems to lurke your thoughts. Soon enough, you'll find he is more than what he seems.

✧| Pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

✧| word count: 4.2k

✧| Warnings: MDNI 18+, possible dub-con, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), Aemond is very weird, and this contains dark contents.

-ˋˏslightly based on the phantom of the opera + my contribution to halloween

You wish you knew how you ended up in a rich party, honestly. It was a costume party, and everyone had rich costumes. You went for a classic one; Christine from Phantom of the Opera.  Your friend was dating the younger son of this family, throwing a party in the whole damn state they had, as if it was some kind of Saltburn. You didn’t comply when she dragged you to ‘meet one of his rich friends so you and him can be together’ because honestly you had nothing better to do.

Seeing people do heroin and ecstasy was not your style, so you separated from your friend soon enough, as she told you her boyfriend and her would spend quite some time on that. She had promised to invite one of your childhood friends (and crush); Ben. Even if it had been ages, you still thought about the chance to meet him. 

Dancing on the dance floor was something else. They didn’t play some of the usual party songs played on discos or bars. It was somehow more refined, but it didn't stop you from dancing.  You danced with some dudes; with a mummy, with Beetle juice, with Pennywise and even with the typical one dressed as the Joker. You made out with them a bit, but soon enough you pulled away.

Once you were sweating through your costume, you went to the backyard, seeing all the stairs you had to get down to touch the grass. Instead, you walked to the chairs in the balcony and stayed there. 

“I lost my… fucking piercing…” you murmur, feeling your face and not feeling your nose ring. Did you even…?

“Hello, didn’t expect you here” 

You turn to see the voice by your side. It was dark, or perhaps you weren’t using your glasses, but you could swear there wasn’t a man there. 

“Hey” you murmur softly. 

“Who are you supposed to be?” He asks softly, smoking his cigarette as he was against the wall. 

You weren’t one for small talk, truly. But here you were.

“Christine Daaé” you tell him softly looking at him.

“Hm.”

“From the phantom of the opera”

“I know, it is rather obvious coming from you” he says softly, another puff as he speaks. 

You frown slightly, confused by his words. What was he on? Maybe your face is familiar with someone he knows. You are sure you know him. He is oddly familiar as well, and you definitely couldn't shake the feeling of knowing him. He was like a distant, misty memory, as if from a dream.

“And who are you?” 

“Nosferatu” 

You take a moment to watch his costume, seeing the formal clothes he used. He had long silver hair, and it looked silky and it was very eye-catching. As you saw more and more of him, as the dim lights from the garden gave him a sombre aura. His skin was pale, not rosy-like pale, but straight out white, cold tones. He had a purple eye, and he wore an eye patch to the other.

“I Thought Nosferatu was bald”

“I thought Christine Daaé could sing.” 

“You surely wear tons of makeup” 

“You should see my brother” he says, looking at you “He came as Edward Cullen, Tons of glitter”

You chuckle ��I can see it”

He was handsome, leaning on the wall as he inspected you. Gave you goose bumps, that, and the cold air too. 

“What’s your brother’s name?” You ask softly, looking at him as the skirt of your costume had been caught on some leaves.

“Aegon” he says, as if testing your knowledge on the name.

“And yours?” You ask, smoothly. You wanted to know his, in truth, and he smirked as he puffed on his cigarette.

“Aemond” he says softly, looking at you. “Yours?”

You tell him your name, and he hums watching over you. There is something about the way he looks at you, making your skin have goose bumps and you turn slightly more conscious about yourself. He was intimidating, yet at the same time, you were attracted to him as moths are to light. 

“You fit the costume” he says, puffing on his cigarette again. 

“It is my favourite costume. I found a white corset, and a white puffy dress. I did the star pattern on it, and it took me a while to style my hair.” 

“Hm. I see.” his voice is sultry, watching you closely. 

“I have seen the Phantom of the Opera since I was a child. I love it” you admit with a smile “Seen it like a hundred times. I doubt there is someone who has seen it more than I”

He raises an eyebrow at your nerdiness, yet he shrugs, throwing his cigarette on the floor to stomp on it. His shoes had dragon patterns on them, and looked as if they had never been worn. 

“I doubt it” he says smugly, moving to sit in another chair next. One of his legs lazily going above the other as he leaned back. “I have seen it for years and years”

You roll your eyes amused, as if he was trying to fight who was nerdier. “Yeah, right”

“I mean it. They always play it in the theatre” he says, looking at your face as if trying to see your reaction. He isn’t very expressive, you notice, as his face almost doesn’t move as he speaks. 

“And so you happen to visit the theatre always?”

“Well, in fact I do.” He shrugs, moving to take another cigarette out of his pocket, to lighten it up. You roll your eyes as if you don’t believe him. “I own the place.”

It is a moment of silence, as you watch him brag about it. Men and their audacity. He was extremely rude, apart from off-putting. And he was arrogant, you knew an arrogant man when you saw one, how his chin is titled up, as if looking down at you. 

“Yeah, right”

“I mean it” He says, surely. 

“Are you rich?” You say in disbelief, not believing one word of what he was saying. 

“I live some states away” He says, referring to the mansions. “It’s older than the damn country”

“I do not believe you one bit”

“Don’t” he shrugs nonchalantly, his face barely changing as he takes another puff. “You could have had free entry to see the phantom of the opera every night” 

You narrowed your eyes to his words, you do not believe him. How rich can you be to own one of these houses AND own a theatre? Makes 0 sense in your middle class mind. Yet, Aemond, for some reason, is different. You cannot explain it… and it bugs you. Yet you are curious as a cat. 

“Okay, Mr. Billionaire” You say mockingly, leaning closer as you watch his face. “If you do own that, you must be an aristocrat” you point out, seeing how his eyebrows raise and he nods slightly.

“Yeah”

“So your family has been around for centuries?”

He nods, and he says “Yeah, more than centuries”

“Every dynasty falls, you know. Sooner or Later” 

“Or they evolve” He says, taking another puff. He has a calm way to speak, almost sultry. He speaks as if he had all the right opinions on the world, and doesn’t leave room to question him.

Aemond was handsome, perhaps too handsome. Though the white makeup was too much (and you can imagine how full of glitter his brother should be), he has a mystery surrounding him. He was a billionaire, yet he doesn’t tell you his family name, which doesn’t surprise you, since rich people are full of fake friends. You doubted that half of the people in this mansion even knew the hosts personally. And Aemond seems the calm type, stoic, silent and observant. You can notice it just by the way he stares at you, no expression on his face, not even boredom. 

“And you are friends with …” You ask, moving a hand to point at the castle. 

“My brother is more social than I am” his tone is quiet. 

“And he dragged you here?”

“I dragged myself here” he says. Even if he is very expressionless, you were getting tired of him.

You didn’t even notice how awkward the whole conversation was. He was so clearly uninterested in you, only bragged about his luxuries and spoke in a condescending tone. You were confused, no doubts. The alcohol had been too much.

“I will go to the dance floor then…, Aemond” you say standing up, and he doesn’t do the courtesy to look interested. 

As you leave, you just try to sneak away from his little corner, and you try to find your friend. The meeting with Aemond left you a sour taste in your mouth, no doubts. Lisa was certainly more of a social butterfly, and if she was next to her boyfriend she would probably be like his trophy, anyways. 

You walked through the corridors, and tried to check your phone. It was almost one in the morning, 00:58. You sighed, checking your messages as you tried to stay against the wall; the music was loud enough to drive you insane.

Where are u??? Ben is here…

You cursed yourself, muttering a great deal of insults as you answered, asking where the hell she was with Ben. You came with a purpose, and you certainly couldn’t leave without it. 

Ben was handsome, and his blonde hair fell from his face as he was dressed as some superhero you didn’t recognise. Yet he was lean, and handsome as hell. He has some beard, not too rusty, but you liked it, suited him well. It reminded you of his dad, no doubts. 

“Ben” you say smiling

“Oh, look at you” he says, standing up to hug you. “It has been ages!”

“Too long” You say smiling, hugging him back. “How have you been? I mean… What have you been up to?” It was almost impossible not to want to ask Ben about all the amazing things he must have been up to. 

Between chatting, drinking and dancing, it’s nearly three am when you are still dancing on him in the dance floor.  It was less crowded than before, yet it still was hot as hell. You were sweating slightly, and still with Ben, dancing together and having so much fun.

“Hey, Christine” 

You turn a bit confused. Oh, it was this guy. The Nosferatu guy, Aemond.

“Hey” You say to him, cringing a bit. His expressionless face looked from you to Ben, who stopped to dance to introduce himself. “Ben, this is Aemond… Aemond, Ben”

Whereas Ben extended his hand with a smile, Aemond watched him with a hum, acknowledging him with a raise of eyebrows. You wanted to die, he was so fucking rude and hard to swallow, and you didn’t even know why he was bothering you.

“You are friends?”

You try to answer, yet you find yourself mumbling nonsense as your cheeks get red slightly from shame. It is Aemond who answers.

“Yeah. Long acquaintances” he says, and his face finally changes. His lips curled in a smirk, his arms crossed on his chest as he was very much interested in Ben now.  “Isn’t it right?”

You look at him, and then at Ben, blinking a bit confused. “Yeah, we know each other… and we are so close” 

“Oh, I see. Didn’t mention that” He says, his smile confused as he looks at you. 

“Well, I didn’t remember” you say, a bit confused, frowning. 

Where did you exactly meet Aemond? 

“Ouch” Aemond says, looking at you. His voice still cold, and detached “Didn’t you tell him all the times we have gone to see the Phantom of the Opera?”

It takes you a bit to speak. “Yeah, tons of times… Aemond owns a theatre, and they play it all the time.”

Ben looks at you a bit confused. His hand is on the small of your back, and still close to you. 

“Maybe you could come with us” you babble, words out of your mouth hastily. “I’d like you to” you add, words you like to say finally coming out of your mouth.

“Sure thing” Ben says smiling, giving you a reassuring nod. 

“We could arrange it for the next season. Now it is all about more new musicals” Aemond says shrugging “Even if the Phantom of the Opera is quite new, still”

“It’s old as fuck, dude” Ben laughs it out, but his laugh is met with no response. 

You looked at him, eyes wide. You found it funny, why didn’t you laugh? 

“Either way…” Aemond says, his tone unwavering as always. “We have to leave, darling”

It is then when you look at Aemond again. You were attracted to him like a moth is to light, and he was like a drug. He was handsome, tall and definitely hot. He made you feel alive. 

Yet you didn’t want to leave Ben. Why would you? Lisa had especially invited him for this purpose, to get you two together, to reconnect and with some luck, hook up. Even if you weren’t the type to hook up with guys you have met the same day, unlike Lisa. She joked that maybe Ben was worth the exception. 

“Wait, I thought we were staying…?” Ben says, confused, since Lisa’s boyfriend had no problem in lending one of the guest rooms to you two. 

“No” you say, almost automatically. 

“Come on” Aemond says, pulling you away from Ben, grabbing your elbow with a self-sufficient smirk. 

His touch was cold, unwelcoming and uncaring. Even with that, you followed his lead out of the mansion, not caring to wave goodbye to Ben. 

It is when he opens his old car, probably expensive as hell, when you ask him. “Where are we going?”

He smiles “Oh, my darling. We are going to my state”

Your mind has problems remembering how you two exactly arrived at his state. You have had too much alcohol, either way. 

And as you went away from the party, you started to ask yourself more things. Why did you ignore Ben? You were an ass to him, and you didn’t care about it. But in truth, you did, and you felt awful about it. 

It made zero sense; you couldn’t understand your change of heart. As if sorcery was inflicted upon you, or mind control. When you take out your phone, to send him a message, to apologise, and to also tell Lisa where you are, you find yourself with no signal at all. You barely had any battery on it too.

“Do not bother” Aemond’s cold tone comes as he drives. The car was so old, the gearshift was like a lever next to the steering wheel. Damn, this shit didn’t even have a radio. “There is no signal around here”

“No technology either…” you murmur between your teeth, and try to look out in the darkness of the night. It was all mist, from miles and miles in the field. 

“Do not worry yourself” He says, and with that, you shut up. 

Your walk is almost automatic, following his lead into his house. It was a mansion, more like a Victorian one. Maybe even older, this truly seems like centuries old. You couldn’t imagine how old his dynasty was to inherit something like this. 

Aemond could be as sultry as he was cold, because soon enough you were on his bed, sitting as he talked softly, about your appearance or how perfect you were. You truly didn’t take a look around his home, or his room. Surely, there were a lot of stairs, and a lot of floors. But you only cared for Aemond.

“Dressing up like Christine, hm? Suits you” He murmurs, his hands cupping your face as if you were dear to him, yet there was no tenderness in his tone, only that detachment you despised. 

“Hm” it was all you could say. 

“So perfect for me. I knew I was right on you”

His lips devour yours as he kisses you, and you can do anything but return his kisses, perhaps not with the same fervour, but still you are a bit enthusiastic with that. 

If he was cold, he made it up by being addicted. Kissing him was addictive, and the taste of it was making you lean closer and closer to him. And it was as if he thought the same about you, by the way he was acting the same, if not more desperate. 

You feel his kisses travel down, as his hands lower down to move the skirt of your dress, feeling your bare legs and going upwards. His face nuzzles your neck, and you can feel how he leaves hickeys, bites and wet kisses on the skin. 

He was insane with lust, like an animal as he pressed kisses on your collarbone, pulling you back in his bed. Kissing Aemond was like being in heaven; you could barely feel your own body. 

“You are perfect” He murmurs “No need to be nervous” his tone is sultry, almost too enchanting for you. 

You weren’t even nervous, to be honest. Your heart was racing like crazy, and your hands were sweating. Still, you didn’t feel nervous. 

“I’m not” you murmur softly. 

“You are” he says, his eyes turning to look at you. “I know it. You can’t hide anything from me”

As his hands move to take off your clothes, and his mouth relishes on your breasts, clavicle and neck, you start to wonder. Was he stalking you? You remember him too dizzily to connect dots, but he was starting to… 

Scare you. Arouse you. You weren’t even sure.

Aemond was especially good with his mouth; his kisses pressed lower and lower as his hands caressed your thighs softly, looking up at you. 

“I’ll make you feel better” he promises, his tone sounds ever sweeter. “I know what to do to cure you”

If the remark was oddly strange, he doesn’t give you a moment to think about it, as his mouth goes to your cunt, his tongue moving expertly along your folds to taste you, like a man starved does. He was, in a way, starved. You could see it in his gaze, looking up to you to see your reactions and if trying to see right across your soul. 

He accommodates your thighs on his shoulders, as if hugging your back to press you further to his face, and mouth. He was groaning on it, delighting himself in your taste, as you could only whimper and see with half lidded eyes, biting your lower lip as you feel your head starting to drop back in delight.

His mansion was cold, and Aemond was even colder, yet everywhere he touched, felt warm. It was magnificently paradoxical, yet it made every sense in your head. If you could form a logical thought, that would be, because when Aemond touched you it was as if your brain melted completely, being nothing as he touched your body.

“Will you let me?” He asks, his mouth and chin shiny from your arousal, gods, you were leaking wet. You haven’t noticed until now, you were really wet. And he only seems to be happy about it. 

He glances up at your face, watching you closely with his careful eye. You were right on his mercy, and he liked it. He could tell that you were loving it, the way he gives you attention and takes care of you, and yet he isn’t pleased when you nod as a way to answer him “I want you to say it out loud”

“Yes” you say, your breath almost stuck in your throat as you speak, nodding. Your cheeks were red, and you could feel your blood going everywhere in your body, especially where he had touched you, and kissed you.

“You are all mine, hm?” He says, seeing the hickeys on your neck and legs. 

His cock was hard, and he was as excited as you were to have you. You didn’t quite get what he was after, sex? Taking care of you? An odd, distorted and sick pleasure of… doing what he does? You couldn’t get it. 

He doesn’t use protection, and you also don’t try to ask about it. You just don’t care about it, you want him. You need him. You craved him. 

Aemond hiss when he enters you. Your pussy is warm, wet and welcoming to his cock. Seeing you in display to him, moaning as his cock starts filling you is too much for him. It’s too overwhelming, and he has to curse out loud, moving to grab your thighs to pull you closer, your body moving as if you were a ragdoll. 

“Fuck, princess. That’s it” he mutters, his hips going back, before harshly going forward, starting to pound into you as if he was a feral animal, grunting and groaning, 

Your body welcomes his harshness, feeling his cock pound again and again against all your sensitive spots. He knows what he was doing, surely, and he knew how to please his partner in bed. His dick slides effortlessly into her cunt, you could feel his balls slapping against your skin. 

“Aemond” you moan is more like a whine, the same tone wounded animals used emit when in pain. Oddly enough, that turns him on more. 

“That’s it” He murmurs, his hips being harsh as he thrusted, and you could only imagine how much it would hurt to stand up next morning. "Sing for me...."

Aemond reaches with his hand to find your clit. Most men would be blind, but Aemond had experience. His wet fingers rub your clit, as he made sure his thrusts were overwhelming enough to have you made a mess for him. Moaning loudly, he feels your legs shaking a bit as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“Come for me” His tone is many things, a plea, an order, a fact.  "Come to me"

You didn’t know how, but he knew. You were coming hard, as you felt his cock deep inside and his wet kisses all over. It was intense, and he had you all disoriented. Maybe you squirted, maybe he came right with you, and maybe he came inside you. But the truth? You didn’t care. 

You fell asleep soon after, almost unconscious from such a night. Alcohol, crazy sex, and going to a stranger’s home. 

It all hits you by the morning. 

If you could call that a morning, honestly. You wake up, in the silk bed sheets, feeling colder than ever, and naked. You turned around, and everything was dark, as if it was night. The tall, heavy curtains in the windows were old enough to be thick, and not let a single ray of sunshine inside. Yet, it was badly closed, because one ray hit right in your neck, and in your left eye, waking you up. 

You don’t know how long you have slept, as you stand up. You feel panicked, because you went home with a stranger. And then you start remembering. Leaving without telling Lisa, leaving Ben just because Aemond said so, and you were stupid enough to follow him.

And you had sex with him. You can feel your body aching from how feral he was with you, and you sit up in bed, whining, as your whole body is sore and burning you.

You check your thighs, red and lots of bruises there. And your stomach, and your forearms. You stand up carefully, moving closer to the window you had seen in the hallway, not minding your nakedness, or who might see you wander around. 

You are more worried by the blood coming out your neck. You see yourself in the mirror; your neck has dry blood, bruises and hickeys. Your face? Intact. But your neck and collarbone were… destroyed. Your breasts are saved, just a little bit, bitten and full of hickeys, but no blood there.

You try to move the dry blood, trying to see what you were injured. You didn’t hear a sound in the house; it was dark, and quiet. The most light that entered was from a skylight in the stairs, which seemed to be endless.

You see two dots, deep and scarlet in your neck. And another pair, and another. You had to check more than twice to try to make it sense. Aemond had bitten you. It was all Aemond.

“I see you have woken up” He murmurs, leaning on the hallway, with a cup of tea, and some cookies. 

You turn to look at him, and you regret not having something to cover yourself with.

“You are a monster” You say, turning back to the room, to try and go find your clothes and your phone. “Biting me like a… a… a vampire” you say, just to test the waters. Hells, you didn’t even believe he was a vampire.

Aemond chuckles, following right behind you as he leaves the tray in the cabinet. He looks at you, covering the door unconsciously, as he crosses his arms. “So you figured it out then” he says. “I thought it would take you less”

“You… drugged me”

“No” He says, crossing his arms, offended. “I did not need to.”

He was attractive, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his charm, and how handsome he was. Of course, you think, being an idiot. You had seen twilight a million times, and you felt like Bella when she discovered the same about Edward. 

“Vampires aren’t real” You remind him, putting on your clothes. They were dirty, yet you just wanted to get out of there. Gods, you were an idiot. An idiot. And you didn’t even know what you would tell Lisa, or Ben, or your parents…

“Aren’t they, really?” He asks, almost mockingly. “And where are you going, darling?” He asks amused, seeing you grab your purse and pull your clothes fast as day. It took you a bit to close the corset of the dress, but whatever. 

“Away” you mutter, which causes him to laugh.

The only, genuine and loud laugh you have heard him do. Maybe the most genuine he has ever been in the time you have meet him.

“You are adorable, my sweet” he says, his tone as detached even with his amusement. “I thought it was clear. You are not going anywhere”

You look at him, as if confused. He wasn’t a vampire, it was ridiculous. It felt like a crappy movie that they passed through forgotten channels. 

“Yeah, right” you say, passing through him and going into the hallway. “I am leaving” you tell him, trying to look brave, as you try to decipher the fucking mansion. 

“You are scared as a kitten” Aemond says, more amused than anything “Your heart is beating like crazy, darling”

“Whatever!” You scream, finding some stairs and going down. 

“And how will you ever leave? The closest town is far away for leaving on foot.”

“I’ll call a tab” you say, stubbornly, taking out your phone. 

Seriously? 11%? You sighed. Aemond didn’t stop you, but let you figure it on your own. There was no signal here.

If you go, with how cold it was, you were going to die of hypothermia. And going out without a map, without a direction, you will be also dead, if not found by him. You really, really were trapped. You had to think of something else, surely, but not now…

“I see your pretty head has figured it out” Aemond says, from top of the stairs. “Now, will you take the cookies and tea I had you? I bought them just for you” he says, almost annoyed. “I can’t let my pet starve”

That was what he wanted you for. If he was a vampire, he needed blood. And he had his fill, and he had his next meal. It was you; he wanted you as food, and to fuck. 

"I want my pretty angel to keep on singing for me" his tone is deep, smiling, as he teases you with those words. "My angel of music"

You want him to shut up, but at the same time, you don't.

You remember, for a moment, when he bites you with his fangs. You had thought it was with the costume, but he didn’t dress up. He surely invented he was Nosferatu, and you believed it like a fool. Those fangs weren’t fake, and they dig into your neck to draw blood from you, multiple times. 

It was painful, and it stung like a bitch. You didn’t want him to feed on you.

"You have come here with one purpose and one alone" he says, as he lure you into his whims "I have needed you with me... to serve me. "

Yet when you see him smile, guiding you to eat, you feel calm, even if your mind knew he was using his dirty tricks on you, just like before. He seduced you, into his will. And gods, if you didn’t feel like you wanted just that: be his forever. To feed, to fuck, to devour. 

It was surely going to drive you insane one day, yet you had to get used to it. It didn’t seem as if you were going to be out anytime soon. 

[gay-dorito-dust]

Omg I love your benjicot Blackwood fics can you do a x betrothed reader soft fluff please

There wasn’t many things in life that had brought you happiness, not since you became of an age where it was deemed necessary by your father to start looking for suitable suitors, for you were quick to catch on that life wasn’t fair especially towards the good and honest people of the realm.

They often died too soon, leaving for the rest of the realm to be poisoned and left in ruin by the selfish agendas of the richer and more powerful great houses.

So when you were made aware of your fathers plans, not bothering to ask for your permission in the matter, your initial response was to scream at the old fool of the unfairness of it all but instead you chose to ran for the Weirwoods as though that was going to change anything.

That day whilst terrible as it was, was also the day that you met Benjicot Blackwood or Benji as you liked to call him nowadays.

‘What’s wrong.’ He had asked, kneeling in front of you with a worried look.

‘I’m to be engaged.’ You told the boy with the short dark hair and stormy kind eyes.

‘Do you know to whom?’ He said as he tried his best to figure out what he could do to help, he wasn’t use to this whole comfort thing, but he was more then willing to try and to get use to comforting others for similar circumstances in the future.

You shrug, keeping your eyes downcast so that he wouldn’t see your tear stained face. ‘It is undecided for now but I know in my bones that it’ll be to a gluttonous lord of some unknown house with shady origins.’

‘Why not get engaged to me then?’ Benjicot then said out of the blue.

‘What?’ You looked up at him, unsure you had heard him right the first time.

‘Get engaged to me and you’ll never have to worry about being some shifty lords bed warmer.’ Ben said in a nonchalant mannor, which was soon betrayed by the cherry red blossoming upon his cheeks. ‘We don’t have to be in love it’s just-‘ he was abruptly cut off when you flung yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly as you whispered a million thanks into his shoulder, all the while Benjicot was stiff and awkward as a board before he finally relaxed and rubbed your back.

‘It’s fine, no need to thank me.’ He utters as later that same afternoon the news of your betrothal to Lord Benjicot Blackwood had been finalised, bring about the end before it had even began, and needless to say for the first time you had felt a twinge of happiness for your future.

Now as you stood beneath the very same Weirwood tree you did that fateful day, you sat beneath it with a smile upon your face and peace within your heart. You didn’t think you’d fall in love with Benjicot during your betrothal but you did and you did hard, the man was nothing short of perfect in every way shape and form, you didn’t expect yourself to fall in love with his dark hair, his stormy but kind eyes nor his chapped but kissable lips that withheld the most heavenly laughter you’ve ever heard.

He has made your heart full of happiness and joy that you didn’t know existed in Westeros, he treated you with such kindness, respect and loyalty that you couldn’t help but wonder if you were one of the lucky few to have such a devoted man such as Benjicot. You never wanted to know a reality where you weren’t betrothed to him for every man would fail in comparison, regardless of whether they came from a greater house, for all you ever wanted was a man who was undyingly faithful and wouldn’t dare let his eyes wander and you found that man in Benjicot Blackwood; and ever since then you have been falling for him every single second of every single day.

You had found your soulmate that day without even knowing it as you chuckled to yourself just as a body sat closely beside you, but instead of moving away from it you leaned into it, already familiar with the bodily warmth of your dearly beloved Benji as he pressed a sweet to to the top of your head.

‘You’re smiling today my beloved, is there reason to that or is it just me.’ He joked as you playfully scoffed.

‘I’m merely reminiscing the time we first met, right here beneath the Weirwood tree.’ You told him as you craned your head to look up at the leaves that hung above you both.

‘Still glad you’re not married off to some gluttonous lord from an unknown house with shady origins?’ Benjicot asked as he too looked up at the ruby leaves of the Weirwood, not wanting to admit that after all this time you still managed to make him nervous but in the best ways possible. Your smile widened at your own words being thrown back at you as you looked over at Benjicot and admired his side profile with adoring eyes.

‘I am because my betrothed is the sweetest man the realm has ever seen.’ You told him as you kissed his cheek softly before resting your head on his shoulder. ‘You saved me that day Benji and I am forever grateful.’

‘What did I tell you way back then? It’s nothing that you should thank me for.’ Benjicot said as he looked at you with a soft expression. ‘I’m just glad that I could offer you an alternative solution.’

You looked at him as found yourself smiling as he rested his forehead against your own, closing his eyes as he relaxed again you. ‘You also once told me that we didn’t have to fall in love during our betrothal too.’ You replied as you heard him chuckle lowly, brushing his nose over yours. ‘We did a pretty shit job of that didn’t we?’ Benjicot asked as you giggled and the young lord swore he could hear the heavens sing, for he had fallen first but saw later on that you had fallen just as hard for him in return, which he thought was solely because he had gotten you out of a predicament you didn’t want to be in.

You would later prove to him that that wasn’t the case at all and that you feelings for him were genuine and true as your heart that beats solely for him.

‘One could assume so, yes.’ You replied, kissing him on the forehead before letting your heads rest against one another once more. ‘But I don’t regret a single thing, word or moment that we have shared since for I love you far too much to depart from your side.’ You added as you moved yourself as close to him as you could, wanting nothing more then to be in his arms and listen to the sounds of his strong heart against your ear.

Benjicot didn’t put up a fight as he was quick to bring you into his strong embrace, holding you against his chest as he back remained supported by the trunk of the Weirwood tree, your head pressed to his heart as it sang its song just for you. ‘I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you cry under this very Weirwood.’ Benjicot admitted. ‘I looked at you and thought how beautiful you looked even when you were crying, which hurt my heart to witness. I want you happy and in that moment I wanted to be the reason you were happy and since then I have only fallen further each and every day, aching to one day call you what I’ve always wanted to call you.’

‘And what’s that.’ You murmured against his chest, his warmth providing you too much comfort that you were on the periapsis of falling asleep.

‘Lady Blackwood.’ Benjicot said as he pressed a kiss to your head, finding the same level of comfort you had as he too was fighting his hardest to keep his eyes open to gaze upon you longer, but alas his eyes were already closed and he smile widened as he thanked the gods for weaving your strand of fate with his own that fateful day under the Weirwood tree.

[wildernessworship]

Lottie's s3 trajectory has been really interesting to me so far. The way she starts the season with a foot in reality, but she deteriorates and cycles back into an active psychotic state, something that hasn't happened since s1. 

In s3, she's a prophet with no more prophecies, and a spiritual guide with no one to guide her. She's a shrink in need of a shrink, and a junkie looking for a Wilderness fix and living vicariously through others. She's a true believer cut off from her god, and a traumatized kid that's been off her meds for over a year. Then it all comes to a head. Or, if you will, an axe to a head.

In ep1, we find Lottie in a similar place to where we left her in s2: she's contemplative, downhearted, feeling guilty about what happened with the baby and Javi. She doesn't really participate in the solstice festivities. She feels lost, purposeless, without her visions. Her Wilderness gf put her on Its block list. :(

She shows her usual empathetic touch, checking up on Travis while he trips on shrooms. She tells him grief isn't a competition and he's allowed to be mad about what happened to his family. We find out she tried to comfort Shauna and was rebuffed: "just because you need shrink doesn't mean you are a shrink." She opens up about her own troubled background. She comforts Travis when his trip goes bad and he thinks the trees are screaming, telling him it isn't real.

But during the memorial ceremony, the forest seems to scream at them, and everyone in the group hears it. This is what really sets off Lottie's deterioration. The Wilderness is trying to communicate again, and it's her responsibility to interpret It. She takes it very seriously, and that turns into everyone's problem.

Travis heard the screaming first, so she thinks he must be a conduit. She keeps pushing him to take more shrooms, has no reaction to his fear or even to him nearly strangling her. She's developed a one track mind and disturbing intensity about the Wilderness and understanding what It wants from them. Travis diverts her attention to Akilah, which goes as well as you'd expect. She convinces Akilah that tripping on toxic cave gases is a good idea.

Still, Lottie isn't entirely disconnected from her rational self yet, as seen during the trial. Misty raises reasonable doubt, and Lottie is also deeply moved by Ben's testimony and can be seen wiping a tear from her eye. During jury deliberation, she votes in support of him consistently. However, just the hint of a sign from the Wilderness, the wind moving through the trees, gets her attention. It convinces her to vote opposite her first instinct, and she changes to a guilty verdict. 

She's not entirely sure it's the right course of action, so she pushes for more guidance via Toxic Cave Gas. She buys into Akilah's hallucination of Ben as the bridge home and saves his life. But that's not a good thing, and she's the one with the awful suggestion of force feeding him to keep him alive. 

Lottie has typically been shown to be quite sensitive to other people's pain, but she can't see the harm she's been causing Travis, Akilah, and Ben. She's intensely focused on the Wilderness to the exclusion of everything else, and all she can do is desperately beg It for answers. 

But finally. Finally the Wilderness answers back. It speaks to her again. She hears whispers and laughter in the middle of Binner. She screams, tells the group to sing. She's acting odd, and the others are kind of weirded out at first but, as usual, they soon join in. 

Now the spiritual leader of a freaky cannibalistic nature cult is in the midst of an ecstatic psychotic state, and that's exactly when strangers roll up on their camp. The timing could not be worse. 

Lottie puts an axe in the back of a man's head and huddles over the body for the rest of the night, finger painting her face with his blood and quietly muttering that she can hear It and she understands. Your honor, she is unwell. Not guilty by reason of insanity. By morning, she comes out of her estatic state but is still not really present. She's got a flat affect, asks to help her injured team member, and doesn't understand why the girls are reacting negatively to her actions. 

From Lottie's perspective, she feels something isn't right, the strangers don't belong. It isn't rescue, it's an intrusion. She reacts as she would to any predator invading their territory. She kills. It's what the Wilderness wants from them. Her action feels reasonable in the context of the increasingly violent world the team's created over the past year, and the look on her face is like, "I did a good job, right?"

But that's not how most everyone else feels. For the others, the concept of the Wilderness as a living entity is a matter of convenience. It's useful to explain things they don't understand, and provides a justification for their increasingly horrific actions. But with the possibility of rescue, they're able to drop the act, because they never fully believed in it. For instance, Mari and Van were some of the first to buy into the magical thinking and were big advocates of Lottie as a mystic prophet, but they instantly snap out of it and see the rescue opportunity for what it is.

Lottie is incapable of that. She can't just turn off her delusions and snap back to reality. The Wilderness is very real to her, It has become her god, and several people have been encouraging her belief in It and in her connection to It for the past year. Why would they go home when they are already home? Lottie/Wilderness, the real OTP of this show. 

I don't know what to expect coming up. How long will she be in this psychotic state? When she comes out of it, will she have any awareness of why what she did was bad? In what way will her actions impact how the group perceives her and treats her? Shauna saw her take meds way back in s1, and Travis now knows she was in therapy and took pills that kept her from seeing things. Will they say anything about it?

I just hope we actually see things from Lottie's perspective and get insight into what's really going on in her head. 

[chrrychills]

we both like apple cider .

main six « sleepover w/ their s/o!

ashlyn banner:

•sleepover's probably at her house, it's more convenient that way. plus you can hangout in the bus graveyard!

•will make dinner and appreciates if you sit in the kitchen and talk to her.

•reluctantly allows you to do face masks on her– the only condition is that you're not allowed to take pictures. (you did anyway.)

•is ready for bed around 10 pm. She wants the two of you to get at least a little bit of rest before the shift at midnight.

•has a hard time falling asleep after the phantom realm, so the two of you probably stay up until 2-3 am talking.

•will cuddle for max 10 minutes, then she gets too hot or uncomfortable and moves away. she'll still be holding you hand or touching you in some way, though!

•overall very tame sleepover, just appreciates your presence.

aiden clark:

•you're not sleeping. at all. he will make it his mission to keep you up all night.

•will not be making dinner, he can't cook for shit. the two of you end up just ordering pizza instead of making the effort to cook.

•the two of you will most likely leave the house for some reason or another– wether that be snacks or something else.

•he's super cuddly when he's tired, so he'll practically cling to you when he's ready to sleep. usually doesn't rest before the shift, but tries to when he's with you because he doesn't want you to be tired in the phantom realm.

•either can't sleep or knocks out after the seven hours is up. if he's exhausted enough to sleep, it'll be the best sleep of your lives.

•will gladly allow you to do face masks, makeup, etc. he thinks it's fun, and likes seeing you happy.

•absolutely painting your face if you let him. if you don't, there's a good chance he does it while you sleep.

•overall, very chaotic. there's a 90% chance you'll wake up with face paint the next morning.

ben clark:

•either conks out at like 9:30 pm or stays up until dawn.

•you two will definitely be cooking/baking. he's an amazing baker, so whatever you make will taste amazing. (aiden's gonna come downstairs and eat like half of it in the middle of the night.)

•a big cuddler. even when he's sleeping, he has an iron grip on you. it comforts him, knowing that you're there with him.

•will spoon if you want but it isn't his favorite.

•matching pj pants. probably like black and grey plaid ones or something like that.

•usually starts winding down around 9 pm. he'll sit in bed and draw for half an hour or so, preferably with you cuddled up next to him.

•probably has a loud fan or white noise to sleep, but will absolutely turn it off if you ask.

•usually can't sleep after the phantom realm, but knocks out if you cuddle with him.

•very calm sleepover, he just wants to spend time with you. 10/10, sweetheart.

tyler hernandez:

•uses the time to pamper you, in his own subtle way. he'll make you dinner and spend most of the night attached to your side.

•super cuddly when he's tired, but will vehemently deny it if you bring it up after the fact.

•will force to you sleep or at least rest before the shift.

•loves cuddling. he relaxes immediately as soon as his arms are wrapped around you and your legs are tangled with his.

•falls asleep pretty quick. as soon as he allows himself to relax, he's out like a light.

•half expects your to just wear his clothes to bed. he's shocked (and slightly offended) when you bring your own clothes. it doesn't matter, since you usually end up in one of his hoodies or shirts anyways.

•goes to bed around 10:30-11:00. he's usually the one cleaning up dinner or something like that, so he doesn't usually wind down until 10.

•sleeps in a pitch black room with no noise. any stimulation will make it practically impossible for him to sleep.

•really calm. just wants to spend time with you, 10/10.

taylor hernandez:

•is so excited. she loves being around you, so being able to end her day with you bring her joy.

•movie night! you guys spend a bit too long picking a movie, and you both end up falling asleep about halfway through.

•a huge cuddler. she usually holds a stuffed animal when she sleeps, but now that you're here she can hold you instead!

•loves spooning– especially when she's little spoon. having your arms around her calms her down almost immediately.

•she says she wants to cook, but will probably get distracted and forget. you two will either end up eating tyler's cooking or ordering takeout at like 11:30.

•tries to get a good amount of sleep before the shift, so she tries to go to bed around 9:45-10:00. depending on how the day had been, you two either fall asleep super early or don't fall asleep at all.

•so exhausted after the shift and will fall asleep immediately.

•she tends to get night terrors, but she can calm herself down pretty quickly. when you're there, they either don't happen at all or are very rare.

•will most likely go on a rant about her club or a new project she had started. she usually doesn't realize she's rambling, and you don't have the heart to tell her.

logan fields:

•is super nervous and fidgety at first, but starts to relax and just focus on you the longer you're there.

•literally can't cook. at all. should not be allowed in a kitchen alone under any circumstances. he lets you cook dinner if you want to, but assures you that it's fine if you'd rather order takeout.

•sleeps pretty early, around 9:30. he really wants you two to rest before the shift so that you aren't tired and sluggish.

•he has a hard time falling back asleep after the shift, so he keeps a bottle of melatonin gummies in his cabinet and will offer you one if you need it.

•a light sleeper. if you move or pull away while you two are cuddling, he'll feel it and wake up immediately.

•you two probably won't leave the house, except to sit on the roof and stargaze. he spends more time admiring you than the sky and really hopes you don't notice.

•kinda nervous when it comes to cuddling. he probably has a tremor or something along those lines, so his hands are pretty much always shaky.

lacey's notes: hi!! i'm so sorry i haven't updated like i said i would. i'm finally home after my vacation, so i should be able to start updating more.

i wanted to get this out since it's been in my drafts for weeks. i want to thank everyone for the requests, and i'll start working on them shortly!

[gamesetattach]

The Space Between Us

Jannik Sinner x Reader Everyone loves reader, but Jannik Sinner doesn't even entertain her. Lowkey enemies to lovers, but not. Also features little bit of hurt/comfort nurturing done by our one and only Number 1. Warnings include... bruising from tennis ball, being on camera, knee/wrist scrapes.

---

You hadn’t expected to become part of the show.

When you started as a production assistant for the ATP media team, your job had been simple, clear, and exactly what you expected: you were to coordinate filming schedules, ideate content, make sure players hit their marks, and keep production running smoothly behind the scenes. But somewhere along the way, your role evolved.

It started with small moments—an off-camera laugh, an accidental cameo, a joke that made a player break mid-sentence that got included in the final cut. Viewers loved it. They liked the way you interacted with the players; how you didn’t treat them as untouchable stars, but as regular people who just happened to be absurdly good at tennis. They liked when you broke the fourth wall, chiming in with a quick quip or offering the occasional exasperated sigh when a player inevitably went off script. The players on screen were always relaxed and enthused when you were the one asking the questions, and it was notable difference from their standard, somewhat reluctant attitude when it came to being on video.

And soon enough, what had initially been incidental became intentional.

“People love you, and the players take to you more than anyone else,” one of the media coordinators had said, grinning as they showed you a comment thread. Who is the new PA? We need more of her. ATP media gold. This girl has more chemistry with the players than half the tour does with their rackets.

And so, bit by bit, you became a part of the content. You still worked behind the camera, but now, more often than not, you were pulled in front of it too. Players fed off your energy, teasing you, joking with you, dragging you into their antics. You were quick-witted and could hold your own, and that made the scenes all the more entertaining.

Ben Shelton was a frequent culprit, often grinning at the camera as it began to film before tugging you into frame for whatever nonsense he was up to. "Come on, tell them you think my backhand’s the best on tour. I know you've said it before."

"I don’t lie on camera, Ben, and you shouldn't either. That's not what the internet is for," you shot back, deadpan, making Shelton and the crew erupt in laughter.

Andrey Rublev wasn’t much better. He would often break into one of his slow-growing, broad smiles mid-answer at your expressions. "What do you think, then? Why you making me laugh? Don't make such faces."

"I didn't say or do anything. Just answer the question." You said with some effort to sound serious, trying and failing to hide your own laughter.

"Ahh, you’re a bad influence," he teased, pointing at the camera. "She’s corrupting me."

Then there was Stefanos Tsitsipas, who always felt the need to turn the question asking back to you. "Last one for you—if you had to pick someone on tour to be your mixed doubles partner, who would it be?"

You tilted your head, pretending to think. "Probably Daniil."

Daniil Medvedev had conveniently just walked into the studio to follow Stefanos for filming, which of course hadn't influenced your answer at all. Stepping on the white backdrop and leaning into the camera's view, he raised a smug brow. "See? She has good taste."

The players adored you, on and off set, and it came through to the viewers. Every time a new ATP video went up, the comment sections were flooded with fans demanding more of your cameos. You had this way about you that brought out the most authentic parts of the players, and you had come to make up the very fabric of the content; the favorite behind-the-scenes personality of both the audience and the athletes.

Most loved it. They leaned into it, really.

Well, all except Jannik Sinner.

---

At first, you hadn’t thought much of it. Some players were more reserved than others, and that was fine. You knew how to read the room, knew when to push and when to back off.

But Jannik?

Jannik was different.

You never could get a read on him. You tried—more than you had with anyone else, actually. You'd make jokes when setting up his content, throw out some light teasing to see if you could get a reaction. And you did—kind of, sometimes... maybe. You thought you'd caught a few almost-smiles, some fleeting amusement in his eyes before he schooled his expression back into his default detachment. Though you definitely did see the way his jaw would often clench in response, almost like it pained him to humor you.

And he never engaged the way the others would. He gave you only what was necessary—short answers, nods, the occasional one-word reply when prompted. No banter, absolutely no participation in your antics. Just polite professionalism and an impenetrable wall of disinterest.

If he didn’t like you, fine. You could be civil. You could still do your job. And you weren’t going to waste any more energy trying to crack someone who clearly didn’t want to be.

So, you stopped trying altogether.

You were still lively and fun in your role, still joking and teasing with the other players, but when it came to Jannik? You were decidedly neutral. Professional. Just as he was to you. It was simply another transactional work obligation, and you were just another assistant ensuring his content was filmed and uploaded on time.

And if he noticed the shift, he didn’t say anything.

Not that you expected him to.

---

Your first media meeting with the players attending had been going smoothly—just a standard PR and media planning session at the beginning of the season with ATP players and the media team, updating the athletes on procedures and discussing upcoming content ideas. It was nothing particularly taxing, and you welcomed the opportunity to spend more time with the players you'd quickly come to call friends. At least up until someone pitched this one idea, one that made you want to curl up into a little hole: a video where players would coach ATP staff, before competing in doubles for a mini, amateur, content-farming tournament.

The concept had a great reception as soon as it was pitched, most everyone agreed it'd be a hit. It had the perfect mix of entertainment, sport, chaos, and fan service. Even the players in the room, who often felt burdened by video obligations, jumped in to support; everyone immediately started to weigh in on who should be part of the video, of who should be paired with whom. Then pretty soon, as you should have expected, someone threw your name into the mix.

You felt your stomach tighten. Playing tennis with professional athletes—on camera, for hundreds of thousands of people to consume—was a whole new level of terrifying. You liked being part of ATP content, sure, but you still felt you better fit a role that was more behind-the-scenes. Being the voice and occasional face breaking the fourth wall was all fun and games, but actually competing against players or even just playing along with them? That was something else entirely.

"You've got to be in it," Ben Shelton said pointing at you as he grinned at the rest of the room. "I mean, she's practically an honorary player at this point."

You forced a smile. "Right, right. Except for the part where I don't play professional tennis."

"That's just semantics," Stefanos Tsitsipas said. "Viewers enjoy your addition."

"Yeah, that and watching you get destroyed on court would make for great TV," Tommy Paul chimed in, chuckling beside Ben.

"I hate that you’re right," you muttered, sinking back in your chair as the discussion continued. There was no point in fighting back, so you took a deep breath, tried to release any anxiety, and allowed yourself a few moments to zone out.

Around you, they began to deliberate the player-staff pairings. Names were thrown around, debated, adjusted. And then—

"...Okay then that leaves..."

You started tuning back into the conversation just as your boss addressed you, "You’re with Jannik, then."

Your head snapped up so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash, "Who, me?"

Of all the players, Jannik? You literally got along well with everyone else. Anyone else.

He was already distant enough as it was, and after months of failing to get through to him, you had quietly resigned yourself to the fact that he just wasn’t a fan of you. And that was fine. But now you had to play tennis with him? Be on a team with him?

Maybe he'd be more agreeable in his natural element, or at least you hoped he would be. Though you doubted just being on the courts would make him magically greet you with joy and cheer and sparkles.

You stole a glance at him. He was unreadable, as always, nodding at the decision without any reaction or even a look your way.

You, on the other hand, were trying not to spiral.

Fucking media team.

Now you got where the players' disdain came from.

---

After the meeting, as everyone gathered their things, you felt a someone hovering beside you. You turned to find Jannik standing there, looming over you with hands stuffed in his pockets.

"You shouldn't have to stress about it," he said, his voice even.

You just blinked at him, completely caught off guard. He'd never initiated any words with you before, like ever. "Wait, what?"

"The shoot," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "I can help you practice before."

His gaze flickered toward the others leaving the room before settling back on you. "If you want, I mean. Just if you want to feel more comfortable when we film."

It was a simple offer, spoken so casually, but something about it made your heart stutter. Jannik Sinner, who had barely acknowledged you for months, was offering to help you. And he'd somehow managed to notice your worries, even if he did spend his time ignoring you.

You nodded, voice slightly unsure. "Uh—yeah. Yeah, okay. That would be… nice."

"Nine o’clock, practice courts," he said, before turning to leave.

You stared after him, still processing.

What in the hell was that?

---

At exactly 9 PM, you arrived at the courts, nerves thrumming under your skin. Jannik was already there, casually bouncing a ball on his racket, looking every bit like this was just another training session. Maybe he did these kind of evening, charity lessons all the time... you didn't know the guy after all—you laughed a little at the thought.

"You’re on time," he noted, glancing at you. "That’s good."

You scoffed. "I try to be punctual when my dignity is at stake."

He let out a quiet huff of amusement—so slight you almost missed it.

The next hour was spent going through the basics. He showed you the mechanics of different swings, his voice steady as he corrected your form. When you moved on to drills, you were surprised to find that you weren’t terrible—you picked things up quickly, and, to your delight (and maybe even his), he would murmur the occasional praise.

"That was good."

"Better."

"Nice timing."

Each acknowledgement of progress sent a strange thrill through you. You let yourself pretend it was just the adrenaline from learning something new.

After drills, he set up a small rally between you two. He went easy on you, obviously, but you both got really into it. Every time you managed to hit a decent shot, you’d throw out some cocky quip.

"That was almost an actual point! Be afraid, Sinner."

Jannik smirked—actually smirked. "I’ll try to contain my fear."

Slowly, one-liners started coming from his way too.

"That was just luck."

Or "I let you have that one."

"You wish you let me have that one." You'd shot back.

After a few back and forths, you were both laughing freely between rallies and you had forgotten why you were ever nervous in the first place.

You were missing less, hitting the balls harder, and a smile had stayed plastered on your face throughout it all.

But after one, particularly hard swing from you, Jannik returned the ball your way with full power—forgetting himself for a moment. A sharp cazzo leaving his lips as soon as his racket made contact with the ball.

It was a real hit, one with too much force and speed for you to react in time. The ball was coming straight for you, and all you could do was twist your front away from the collision. It struck your shoulder right as you turned, your balance giving away at the odd angle, sending you stumbling forward. You hit the ground hard, scraping your knees and palms.

Jannik was above you in an instant, crouching beside you before you could even process what happened.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low and urgent. His hands hovered over you, hesitating, like he wanted to help but wasn’t sure how.

You forced a laugh, wincing. "Well, I won’t be turning pro anytime soon."

But he wasn't so easily amused. He gently lifted your chin so your downcast gaze had to meet his, your eyes had welled up from the impact. He didn't waste any time, already helping you up. One hand gripping your arm, the other steadying your waist.

"Come. Let’s clean this up."

---

In the locker room, he sat you on a bench before leaving you in search of some first-aid equipment. With a squeeze of comfort on your unharmed shoulder, he'd murmured, "Wait here."

He returned with a bright red kit and came down to your level, resting the supplies on his leg. And the sight of him—Jannik Sinner, world-class athlete—kneeling between your legs, so close you could feel his breath, made your stomach flip.

His fingers were gentle as they gripped your thigh, moving upward and settling just beneath the seam of your shorts to steady your leg as his other hand cleaned the cut on your knee. You inhaled sharply, the heat of his touch searing into your skin.

“Tell me if I’m being too rough,” he said, voice barely a whisper as he worked his way down the gash. His eyes stayed trained on the wound, brows furrowed in concentration, and you found that couldn’t look away from him.

"You're not." You replied, trying to sound reassuring, but the words barely carried—cutting off as he switch to your palms. He took your hands in his own to inspect your scrapes there, his fingers traced lightly over the raw skin. His touch slow, deliberate. Your breath hitched and your fingers quivered. If he noticed, he made no sign of it—he'd yet to look up at your face.

Then, he reached around you to press his fingertips along your shoulder blade, checking for a bruise or any swelling, and you felt the warmth of his hand spread through you. You couldn't help but straighten at the touch, your back arching ever so slightly into his hand. You swallowed hard, your pulse a little too fast.

Finally, he met your eyes and held your gaze. And, for a moment, it felt like there was no space left to close. You could have counted his every lash and every freckle—you let your eyes flicker to his lips.

He blinked, exhaled with slight shake of his head and moved to sit beside you on the bench without a word, breaking the moment.

You both sat in the echoing quiet of the locker room, tension tangible in the air.

"Are you alright?" He asked, the first to break the silence.

"Yes, thank you." And because the sincerity in your words felt too heavy, you added, "Better to get the injuries out now, rather than on tape tomorrow."

He had no reply, he only nodded as he shut the first-aid tin. Neither of you moved for some minutes after that.

"I thought you couldn’t stand me," you admitted after a few more beats of silence.

He replied, and his voice was softer than you'd ever heard it, "That was never true."

Something in your chest tightened.

Not knowing how to handle the weight of it all, you forced a smile and deflected once more. "Well, I’ll still be good for the tournament. Try not be the weak link, okay?"

His lips twitched, then finally cracked into a small smile. "I’ll do my best."

You both left in silence, but the traces of your intimacy lingered. Traces of his care.

And the knowledge that something had almost happened.

That maybe, next time, it would.

---

The next day, the energy on set at the courts was electric. The ATP media team had pulled out all the stops—cameras stationed at every angle, players mic’d up, the mini “Grand Slam” trophy sitting on a table like it was an actual piece of silverware worth fighting for. There was an undeniable buzz as the filming began, and somehow, throughout all the pairings, the biggest surprise came from you and Jannik.

There was an odd contrast between you two—after last night, things still felt slightly unnatural, stiff. Like you were both hyper-aware of each other. But at the same time, you had never felt more in sync with someone.

He was always there, just within reach. When you moved, he followed. When he positioned himself on court, you instinctively slotted into place beside him. Every time he set up a shot, you knew exactly where he wanted you. It wasn’t something either of you had to vocalize—it was just something you felt.

The other players took notice immediately.

“Where did this come from?” Carlos Alcaraz muttered after you and Jannik advanced from your first round.

“I didn’t think they’d make it past the first match,” Ben Shelton added, arms crossed as he watched in disbelief.

By the semifinals, it was undeniable. You and Jannik were good together. Even in a casual, barely-serious tournament, the chemistry was obvious. You celebrated small victories with ease—when you landed a decent shot, Jannik would step forward with a closed fist, other hand on your back, murmuring, “Nice one.” In between points, he’d throw you a towel as you passed him his water, like it was second nature. The way you moved together, the way you read each other—it was like you had played as a team for years.

And then, against all odds, you won the whole damn thing.

---

As the final match point was scored, the celebration was pure instinct. You turned toward Jannik, arms outstretched in disbelief, and without hesitation, his hands found your waist, lifting you slightly in a triumphant embrace.

“Did we actually just win?” you laughed, sliding your hands down from around his neck to his chest.

His smirk was soft but victorious. “We did.”

The rest of the players groaned in exaggerated dismay.

“I don’t believe it,” Stefanos said, shaking his head.

“Who let them get this good together?” Daniil added, crossing his arms.

“This win came out of nowhere,” Ben muttered. “Did anyone see this happening?”

The mini trophy ceremony was as ridiculous as expected. The ATP staff made a grand show of presenting the tiny, poorly spray painted trophy, which Jannik took with a mock-serious nod before passing it to you.

You beamed, lifting it over your head. “I’d like to thank my coach, my trainer, my physio, and of course, my partner in crime—” You turned toward Jannik, nudging him playfully. “Bit of an underground player, but he really came alive today on the court. Couldn’t have done it without you, Sinner.”

For the first time in front of all of them, Jannik actually smiled at you, the full breadth of it. There was something warm and deeper in his gaze. “Yeah,” he said, quieter but just as certain. “We make a good team.”

---

After filming wrapped, you and Jannik found yourselves alone in the locker room again, the commotion of the day settling into something more still between just the two of you. You sat on the bench, absentmindedly spinning the tiny trophy on a finger, still amused by the absurdity of it all.

Jannik sat next to you, shoulders barely brushing. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it felt charged—like something was waiting to be said.

Finally, he broke it. “I meant what I said earlier.”

You turned to him, confused. “About what?”

He took a breath, eyes flickering to you before looking straight ahead again. “That we make a good team.”

Something about the way he said it made your heart stutter. Because you knew he wasn’t talking about tennis.

You swallowed, fingers tightening around the trophy. “Yeah,” you admitted softly. “We do.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The air between you thick, expectant. He was so close—you could feel the heat radiating from him, see the way his jaw clicked slightly like he was holding something back. And for the second time, if you leaned in even slightly, there would be no space left to close.

And then, finally and slowly, the tension relieved itself.

Jannik shifted, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear—slow, deliberate, like he was testing something. His fingers barely skimmed your skin, but it was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You looked up at him, heart pounding. “Jannik…”

He hesitated, then, voice nothing but a whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t have to think. Didn’t want to. You just nodded.

And then his lips were on yours, soft and sure, like he had been holding back for longer then you could ever know. The tiny trophy slipped from your grip, clattering onto the bench, but neither of you noticed.

Because finally—finally—there was nothing left between you but this.

---

Cute cute!! Hope you like it xx

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

This just popped up in my mind and I just wnated you to picture this

So imagine a teen kid coming to the slendermanor and obviously they're a teen so everyone expects them to be loud and trouble in general because teens are teens at the end of the day. Just to find out that the teen is actually very mature because they were forced into a situation where they had to be mature at a young age and they're just quiet(but also have mad good murder tactics). Like i just imagine jeff trying to scare the child for shits and giggles and they just stare at him like 🙂

Summary: Quiet teen reader gets into shenanigans in the manor

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/n: The battle between Jeff and children is an age old war that I don't see ending anytime soon. ALSO SIDE NOTE, I'm probably gonna be changing up my format for writing majorly soon because im tired of looking at it lolz

Credits: Any Creepypasta characters used- Creepypasta, Divider- saradika-graphics, Picture- Pinterest

Creeps x mature!teen!reader

Generally when kids are brought into the manor, everyone's vibe is "Aw man that's really sad :(" even if they are a teen

Of course, once they get over the sadness, the anxiety starts peeking through

Like not even just teens, all kids are rowdy and annoying so no one really wants to deal with that

So when you get there and you're chill they're like "oh thank god"

No one likes rowdy kids

However, even that can have its hinderances

Like, it's definetly nothing as bad as you being crazy around the manor, but more so just concerning habits

For example, Brian can never do his job as a caretaker, because he'll be coming down the stairs only to see that all of his assigned kids are already out of bed

And when he finally finds them, they are watching T.V

He will ask "Are you guys ready for breakfast?" and they will reply "No thanks, y/n fed us!"

Or E.J, who as we know can't stand dirty things or unhygienic things, will be so confused when that pile of trash he commented on is suddenly gone only a few minutes later

Or his fridge will magically be cleaned out right when he was about to go and do it

Toby will be wondering where on earth his favorite hoodie and hatches went, only to find you out back sharpening and cleaning them, and his hoodie in the washer

Everyone is grateful for your help and all, but it's a little strange?

Like why do you feel the need to do these things? Do you just like helping out or do you feel you need to?

Then there's Ben and Jeff

No fucks given

So what if you're like 13? Jeff was being lit on fire at that age, grow tf up 🙄

Anyways, they both get a kick out of scaring kids

Jeff more than Ben, but it's a fun little friendship activity they do together <333

So when you are exploring the manor one day, suddenly Jeff bumps into you, being waaay nicer than usual

"Hey, y/n! I was just looking for you!"

"Oh, Hello Jeff. Did you need something?"

He'll grin real big and hold your shoulders "Yeah, I just need to test something real quick, so don't move. Just stay exactly like this, kay?"

You nod and do as told, but Jeff doesn't move either, he just stands still, still holding onto your shoulders and staring into your eyes

You then feel a chill go up your spine, and all of a sudden a horrifying warped face that looks as if it was straight out of an analog horror jumps right in front of you

You do jump a little, but other than that, there's no reaction

Jeff immediately drops the act and lets go of you "Ugh, really? Whatever loser, I'll go find someone else to scare"

And with that, he stomps off, but Ben stays for a little bit, his face still contorted into that scary one

He wiggles his fingers and makes an "Oooooo" sound before also walking off behind Jeff

They lose interest in you very quickly after realizing you won't give them a satisfactory reaction

[just-a-creep-babe]

Are your requests still open? I'm not sure about your time zone so I hope it's ok if I ask how would you think relationships with the creeps would be realistically? Like how would Jeff, Masky, Ej, and Ben act if they were real and actually interested enough to date someone? I was just interested in your interpretation since I really enjoy how you write them! ✨

I feel like I’ve maybe gone over a few of these points before but I can’t remember for certain 😬

Either way, I hope none of these were too repetitive!! And tysm!! 🥰🫶

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

Jeff the Killer

It’s no secret this guy’s crazy egotistical

So as soon as he sees someone he’s interested in, it's like he just needs to have them

They’re an ego boost; a prized trophy that further proves he’s better than everyone else

He almost doesn’t see them as a full person, but more of a commodity

Really, it doesn’t matter whether or not they want the relationship—as far as he’s concerned, he knows what’s best for them

And, coincidentally, what's best for them is him

He's a super controlling partner

Literally the embodiment of your body, my choice

Part of him expects his s/o to pliantly conform themselves to his every whim and desire

But the other part secretly thinks it’s super hot when they talk back to him

He's always liked the feisty ones, and it gives him the perfect excuse to put them back in their place~

In terms of emotional intimacy, his partner really shouldn't expect much

Jeff mentally blocks all of that kind of stuff out, and he thinks people who are open about it are weak

At best, he'll ignore his partner's efforts to connect with him on a deeper level

And at worst, he'll belittle them and use their vulnerabilities against them as a manipulation tactic

So it's overall best to keep some amount of emotional distance from him, in all honesty

The plus side to dating Jeff is that he's super protective

To the point of it being suffocating, so it isn't all that much of a positive, but I digress

Since he sees his partner as his possession, and since he's very protective of his things, he'll be damn sure nothing bad happens to them

And everyone better damn well know that they're off-limits or he will remind them by carving it into their skin

At the end of the day, Jeff primarily wants sex, first and foremost

And secondly, he wants someone that'll inflate his ego; either by being a pretty piece of eye candy by his side or by constantly gushing over him and blowing smoke up his ass

Deep down, he does want someone to care for him—someone he could love and trust, and who would protect him as much as he'll protect them—but he's way too emotionally damaged to even admit he wants that

He definitely doesn't make it easy to love him

BEN Drowned

Honestly, a relationship with him would be relatively chill

All he really wants is someone to fuck and hang out and game with

He does have a dark side, which manifests as possessive/obsessive behaviors and manipulative tendencies, and a good dose of neediness to top it all off

But it's to be expected

And, really, if his s/o just behaves and gives him all of their love and attention, then it's not like they have anything to worry about, anyway

As long as they game with him every night for at least 3 hours, have sex with him a minimum of 4 times a week, answer his texts within 10 minutes, and never spend more time with someone else, then everything's fine

He's prone to spying on them through their devices, especially if they don't do the above-mentioned things to his liking

And he'll use anything in his arsenal to ensure that they stay wrapped around his little finger

Like I said, super needy and manipulative

He'll fuck with their self-esteem, their worldview, their perception of the people around them until they can't imagine living without him

He'll become their world; he wants their life to revolve around him and him only

And if things don't go his way, it'll only get worse

Much worse

He's not above eliminating anyone he's jealous of, or even isolating his partner until they don't have a choice but to accept him back into their lives

He will fully turn psycho if he, for whatever reason, thinks that he might be losing his partner

But until that time comes, until the relationship reaches that point, it'll all be smooth sailing

He's smart enough to know just the right amount to push things to keep the relationship afloat for as long as possible

Which, despite being one of the chillest partners on a surface level, quickly makes him one of the most dangerous ones when things go south

He'll stop at nothing to keep the person he likes

And his partner will never be any the wiser of the darkness that lurks behind his easy-going intentions

They better hope they never reach the tipping point that reveals his true nature

Eyeless Jack

He's actually the chillest creep to be in a relationship with

Unlike the others, Jack firmly clings to those remaining scraps of humanity within him

If he hadn't been transformed, he'd be a perfectly fine and well-adjusted member of society

So a relationship with him would be like, well, any other relationship with a normal person

He has his emotional hangups here and there, and he isn't perfect; he struggles with communicating his feelings and intentions, and he can close himself off when he's following down

But that's par for the course as far as relationship difficulties go

The biggest issue that'll come up that probably doesn't have a Buzzfeed article to help you out is dealing with his demonic side

But even then, he's gotten fairly good at controlling himself, so it'll never be too disruptive—as long as his partner keeps an open mind about the whole thing

He'll be more possessive, and he'll get jealous more easily, but he'll never lash out at his partner because of it

If anything, if he smells someone on his partner, he'll just want to scent them—so all he needs is some physical contact to reassure him

He can get insecure about his nature from time to time, but again, a bit of reassurance goes a long way

Honestly, the most dangerous thing about dating Jack is probably his urge to mark his partner

Marking a human has a few... complications, to say the least

He's naturally bound to get more possessive and much more sexually needy, which could lead him to injure his partner

But, you know, that's just part of the risks that come with dating a demon hybrid

A relationship with Jack has its ups and downs, which honestly might get more intense than a regular human relationship, but even then, a lot of humans are far crazier than Jack, even despite his nature

Even though he deals with some pretty powerful entities, he'll make sure his s/o is safe at all times—no one will ever be able to hurt them

And even though he's a cannibal, he'd probably be too protective of them to take a nibble out of them

Like, sure, he'd love to taste them—and he'd be willing to bet they taste divine—but even if they'd be open to trying it, he wouldn't want to risk it

Overall? 10/10, can not recommend dating this man enough

Masky

Masky's very hot and cold in a relationship

The stress of work combined with the physical and mental strain of being in Slender's proximity all the time does not make things easy for him

He's prone to lashing out, closing himself off, abusing whatever substance he can get his hands on, and generally spiraling out of control

Which does not make it easy for his s/o

Since Slender took an interest in him when he was still fairly young, he's almost always had symptoms of the Slender Sickness, so he's not super experienced with long-term relationships

Meaning that alongside dealing with his mood swings, his partner will also have to guide him through the ups and downs of dating

Which is just a whole extra set of difficulties his s/o will have to face

Being in a relationship with Masky really isn't easy

But the thing is, when things are good with him, they're really good

It's like he only knows how to operate on extremes; his lows are incredibly low and his highs are intoxicatingly high

When he's on a high, he'll make his partner feel like they're on top of the world

Nothing can get in the way of pleasing his partner; not time or money or even the boundaries of the law

He'll shower them with attention and affection, he'll take them on once-in-a-lifetime experiences—he'll make them feel truly heard and loved

Their connection will be like none other; he'll make them feel like they've conquered the world together

But when he's on a down, honestly, his partner might just be better off ignoring him until he gets better again

Which could take weeks or even months

But ultimately the distance will likely be better than being around him when he's going through it

Because although he isn't proud of it, he may get violent and even abusive without necessarily meaning to

And once he snaps himself out of it, he'll be upset to the point where it'll make him spiral even lower

And once he's over it, he'll be right back to gift and love-bombing them all over again because it's his way of apologizing and making sure he won't lose them

As great as things could be with him, and as addictive as he might get, his partner should keep some kind of distance from him—for their own sake

[allthingsfangirl101]

In The Past – Ben (Anyone But You)

Ben's POV

I got out of my car and tossed my keys to the valet. I put my hands in my pants pockets and smiled as I looked around at all the familiar faces. I was feeling confident and excited to be at my best friend's sister's wedding.

All of that evaporated when my eyes landed on her.

I instantly knew it was her. I'd know her anywhere. She looked exactly the same. Well, not exactly. She looks even more beautiful all these years later.

"Holy shit," I said under my breath. I didn't notice that I wasn't alone until someone very loudly cleared their throat. I looked over to see Pete smirking at me.

"Y/N looks pretty damn good, huh?" He chuckled.

"She always looks good," I mumbled looking back at her.

"How long has it been since you've seen Y/N?" He asked.

"It's been a while," I answered slowly.

"When was the last time you talked to her?"

"The night before I left," I said before I could stop myself. "Things didn't end well and she never spoke to me again."

"You know," he sighed, "I never understood why, in all the years that the three of us were best friends, you never told her the truth."

"What truth?" I pretended not to know.

"Come on, Ben," he said, actually sounding disappointed. "I know. You know. My sister knows. Hell, everyone knows. The only person here who doesn't know how you feel about Y/N is Y/N."

I looked back at Y/N and watched her hug some other old friends. I couldn't help but wonder what she's been up to all these years. She always talked about wanting to go to art school. I wondered if she ever ignored her family's pressure to go to med school or law school. I wonder if she ever used her art knowledge and became an art curator for a big museum.

"Why didn't you ever tell her, man?"

"It would've messed with our group dynamic," I said the thing I've been telling myself since I walked away from her.

"Bullshit," he scoffed. "If you had talked to me about it, I would've told you that I was okay with it. I would've told you that I support it. If you asked me what you should do right now, I would tell you to get off your ass and finally tell her how much you've always loved her."

Little did he know, that I did tell her the truth.

Once. A long time ago.

I still remember the look in her eyes when I told her I loved her.

~ • ~

"What do you want me to say to that?" She asked, her voice softer than I had expected. I opened and closed my mouth, unable to come up with an answer. "This isn't funny, Ben."

"I'm not trying to be funny," I said slowly. "I mean it. I really do love you, Y/N."

"Please, stop," she said, her voice breaking. "Do you not see how cruel this is, Ben?! You are leaving for school tomorrow. Literally, in nine hours you are getting on a plane and flying far away from here. Away from me. It was horrible of you to tell me you have been in love with me for years the last time I'm going to see you."

"It's not the last time," I stuttered. "I'll come home and visit."

"Right," she scoffed before slightly starting to pace. "You'll come home a couple of weekends during your first semester. Then you'll only come home for the holidays. Pretty soon, those visits won't happen anymore and I'll never see you. And I'll begin to wonder if you actually loved me or if you met someone else and completely forgot about me. Or worse, the longer you are away, the more out of love you fall for me. You'll eventually move on. And me? I'll be heartbroken and won't believe in love anymore. You'll move on and I'll be stuck. Stuck, Ben. I can't handle that. I can't sit back and endure losing you."

"Y/N," I said, grabbing her wrist and stopping her from pacing.

"No," she said, instantly pulling her hand out of my hold. "I can't do this, Ben. I'm sorry, but I can't set myself up just to be heartbroken in a year."

~ • ~

I snapped out of the memory when Pete pushed me toward Y/N. I quickly recovered before weaving my way through the rehearsal dinner guests. As I got closer, Y/N still hadn't noticed me. When I got to her and Pete's cousin, her back was still to me. Pete's cousin saw me and excused herself. Y/N turned around, her eyes slightly widening when she saw me.

"Well, I'll be damned," I teased. "Y/N, you haven't aged a day."

"Ben," she gasped, tightening her shawl around her shoulders. "It's good to see you."

I hated that it sounded like she wasn't sure if she meant that. I hated that it seemed like I made her uncomfortable. I didn't want that. I wanted her to feel comfortable and safe around me. I wanted her to depend on me, to need me. I wanted her and I wanted her to want me.

"It's great to see you," I smiled, trying to reassure her. "I've missed you."

She studied me for a moment before finally whispering, "I've missed you too, Ben."

"Ben! My sister wants to go over the timeline for the wedding tomorrow," Pete yelled across the restaurant.

"In a minute," I shouted back. I turned back around toward Y/N to see the disappointed look in her eyes. "Y/N, I'm. . ."

"I'm sorry, man, but my sister is seconds away from a panic attack."

I opened my mouth to say something but Y/N beat me to it. "Go," she whispered. "You're needed."

She started to walk away but I grabbed her hand and turned her back. "Y/N," I whispered her name, not caring how desperate I sounded. "I hate how we left things. I know this weekend is going to be crazy with the wedding, but I want to fix this. I want to fix us. Please. Promise me you'll sit down with me for ten minutes."

"Ben. . ." She stuttered.

"Five minutes," I changed. "Give me five minutes to try and apologize for breaking your heart. Please, Y/N."

Y/N studied me. The longer she studied me, the harder it was for me to breathe.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Thank you." I let out a sigh of relief. Before I could think about it, I leaned in and gently kissed her cheek.

"I'll be right back, Y/N," I tried to reassure her. "I promise we will talk."

* * * * *

Going through the timeline took longer than I would've liked. The entire time, I couldn't focus on the wedding day schedule. Instead, I thought about Y/N. I thought about our childhood together. I thought about the last time I saw her. I thought about how I felt about her. I thought about what I wanted to say to her.

By the time we were done finalizing things for tomorrow, the guests had all gone back to the hotel. Part of me wanted to do this big romantic gesture and find her hotel room, knock on the door, and confess to her that I still loved her. But another part of me knew that was insane and I should wait to talk to her until after the wedding.

I listened to the first part.

It took some convincing (a.k.a. begging, negotiating, and promising), but eventually Pete's sister, Claudia, finally told me what room Y/N was staying in.

I knocked on the door before I could chicken out. I held my breath as I waited for her to open the door.

"Ben?"

When she opened the door, my heart jumped into my throat. "Hi," was all I could say.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. She checked her watch before adding, "At 11 o'clock at night."

"I was wondering if we could have those five minutes."

"Are you sure? Can't this wait. . ."

"No," I said, cutting her off. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but I've waited too long to talk about this. To talk to you. Please. Just hear me out and, if you don't like what I say, then you can kick me out."

I watched, holding my breath, as I waited for her to decide.

"Five minutes," she whispered. She slowly opened the door and stepped aside. I nervously wiped my hands on my pants and walked into her room.

"What did you want to talk about, Ben?" She asked with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. I walked over and gently grabbed her wrists. I was surprised when she let me unwrap her arms.

"You were right."

"What?" She asked with a small giggle.

"All those years ago," I continued. "I never meant to break your heart, Y/N. That is literally the last thing I want to do. With that being said, I meant what I said that night. I really do love you. And I have loved you for a long time. That's where I was an idiot."

"You were an idiot for being in love with me?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"No," I said quickly. I pulled her closer to me before trying to explain this all better. "I was not an idiot for being in love with you. I'm an idiot for choosing the night before I left for college to tell you. I should've told you how I felt a long time ago."

"That would've been better," she whispered.

"I know," I sighed. "But if you don't hate me too much, maybe we can try this again."

"Try what?" Y/N stuttered.

"Y/N, I am and always have been deeply in love with you," I confessed. "I have loved you since we were young. When I went off to school, all I could think about was you. I never stopped thinking about how much I hurt you, Y/N. And if you give me a chance, I will spend every day of our life together proving it to you. I will never walk away from you again, Y/N. I swear."

Time seemed to stop as I waited for her to say something, anything.

"You'll never walk away from me?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I promise," I said desperately trying to get her to believe me.

"Prove it."

My heart finally left my throat as she smirked at me. I pulled her until her chest was pressed to mine. I studied her face, making sure to never forget her expression before leaning in. Soon, I felt my lips press to hers. As soon as they did, I let go of her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist. She started kissing me back as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

After making out for several minutes, I broke the kiss. I leaned back and studied her.

"Are you done proving it?" She taunted.

"Not even close."

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing non-stop. I looked down and smiled when I saw Y/N sleepily moan and roll away from me. I quickly sat up and kissed her bare shoulder before answering my phone.

"Hey."

"Where the hell are you?!" Pete yelled as soon as I answered the phone. "Why aren't you in your room? We have pictures in an hour."

"Calm down," I sighed. "I can be ready in ten minutes."

I hung up and turned around to see Y/N sitting up in bed with the covers close to her chest. "You in trouble?"

"Nah," I brushed off. "I can get ready fast."

Y/N smiled when I gently pushed her back down, hovering over her. She wrapped her arms loosely around my neck as I made sure I wasn't hurting her.

"I thought you had to go," she teased.

"Pictures are in an hour," I said, slowly leaning closer to her. "It only takes me ten minutes to get ready. Twenty if I want to shower."

"Which you should," she smirked.

"That still gives me forty minutes to keep my promise," I said as I slowly pressed my lips to hers. She instantly started to kiss me back. But she was the one who broke the kiss.

"You should get going," she sighed, gently pushing on my chest. "Today is Claudia's and Halle's day. Go focus on making this day go as smoothly as it can. Once the wedding is over, you can focus on. . ."

"Us," I finished for her. "After the wedding, I'll focus on us."

[strawberrychampayne]

Hi, could you make an enemies to lovers evie x fem reader fic where reader is gaston’s daughter, so she’s very vain and basically acts just like gaston but the more girlypop version

End Game

Evie x Fem!reader

Enemies to Lovers

Word Count: 3321

Edited: No

A/N: AHHH this is my first request so PLEASE bear with me! I'm still pretty new to writing fanfic so there is always room for improvement. Thank you for the request Anon, I hope it's to your taste!!

She can remember the first time she decided she hated Evie. She had stolen a piece of bread from a couple of men on the road. She was hungry and bored and they looked preoccupied with yelling at each other. What she hadn’t accounted for was the fact that they would notice and were fast. They chased after her but she managed a little distance between them. Darting around a corner she bent over trying to catch her breath. She watched as blue heels made their way into her vision. 

“You truly never know who you’re going to run into, do you?”

She knew that voice. One that haunted her dreams like a siren of the night. Evie and her never had fought or even interacted besides looks when they passed by each other. Mal and Uma hated each other so she was supposed to hate Mal and her friends by association. She only knew Uma because her brother, Gil, was a part of her “crew.” Though she always thought it was because he wanted to prove something to their father. She picked her head up and leaned against the wall behind her. 

“You really don’t. Is there something you need?”

Evie glanced down at her. Her heels making her slightly taller. Her face held an emotion the other girl couldn't understand. Evie nodded slowly, glancing around the corner. A wicked smirk began to make its way onto her face.

“Excuse me,” she yelled, “I think I have who you’re looking for here.”

The girl's heart stopped. Not understanding why the blue haired girl would out her. She’d never done Evie wrong. She stood dumbfounded and watched as the brown eyed girl turned gracefully on her heels and walked away with a bounce in her step. That’s the day she realized that she hated Evie. The scar on her cheek from the fight that occurred served as a reminder. It would stay that way from then on, she’d throw insult after insult. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t mad when Evie, Mal, Carlos, and Jay got to leave the Isle. She held a grudge, wondering what made them so much more entitled to it. Though she wasn’t expecting them to be returning so soon. 

She was wandering around the Isle. Uma had wanted her to retrieve something she couldn’t remember. She honestly didn’t care, Uma could have someone else do it. Walking up to a stand she smiled at the man working there. She slowly made her way over, making sure to act innocent and interested in him. She trailed her hand on the baskets and stopped at his arm. She talked to him about how his day was going and kept his eyes on hers as she slipped bread into her pockets. Though she lost focus when she heard a familiar voice in the distance. Her heart dropped and she abruptly left the man hanging. She slowly crept around the corner and her question was answered. There they stood, there she stood. The girl who still haunted her dreams, the girl she hated most. She acted like she was just walking and “accidently” bumped into a man. A king. 

“Oh hey, do I know you?”

She watched with a small smirk as Ben fumbled on his words. The other 3 crowded behind him. 

“Um no, don’t think you do.”

She laughed and then looked up. Posters of the man in front of her were taped on the wall. She glanced at them and back at him. 

“King Ben. That’s where I know you from. You don’t know who I am?”

Ben’s eyes widened and he glanced back at Evie. 

“No I don’t.”

The girl's eyes lit up and she realized the man truly had no idea. Truly an opportunity to mess with him. 

“You should know my father, I’ll give you a hint. Quick, slick, and his neck,” she pointed at her neck, “is thick.”

She watched as the boy's face realized who she was referencing. The 4 teens scrambled away from her. 

“It was wonderful seeing you. Oh and Evie,” the girl yelled after them.

Evie stopped in her tracks and turned around slowly. A frown on her face.

“You truly never know who you’re going to run into, do you Belle?”

She watched with glee as the girls face dropped and she stared before running after her friends. 

“I’m loving this, Uma is going to love this.”

The girl said aloud to no one. 

The girl walked with Harry down the alley. They had captured Ben when he was trailing behind the group. Now it was her and his job to find everyone else. She watched as they all turned around and watched as they both walked down the path. 

“Ben?” Evie questioned into the dark. “Ben, don't scare us like that.” She said with a huff and her hands on her hips. 

“Don’t scare you?” Harry mocked

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” the girl added.

She watched as the 3 faces of Evie, Jay, and Carlos drained color. 

“What did you guys do with Ben?” she questioned. 

“Him? Yeah we nicked him from you and if you want to see him again, Mal will come to the chip shop tonight.” the girl replied, slight malice in her voice. 

“Yes, Uma wants a little visit,” Harry added, looking at the group. 

“Aww Jay, looks like you’ve lost your touch” the girl said with fake pity.

She laughed as the boy lunged at her, only to be held back by Evie. 

“Well, this has been fun but we must be going.”

She turned on her boot and began to walk away. Harry followed closely behind her. 

“See you later!” she yelled behind her. 

She had been tasked with keeping Ben in his place and not letting him escape. She walked slowly around him, like a predator stalking its prey. She was in her own head, Evie and the others being back brought up feelings she’d want to let out for so long. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” she heard from beside her

She turned to look at him. A small smile playing on her lips. 

“And why is that? You don’t know what I need to do.”

He looked like he was deep in thought. 

“I’ve heard the story, you know. About your father, conniving, misogynistic, rude. I can only imagine what he was like to his daughter.”

Rage filled her body and she took her sword to his neck. Putting pressure on it, not enough to slice him but enough to scare him. 

“You don’t know anything about my father. You live in a pretty little castle above everyone else. You’ve heard stories, that’s all they are.”

“I could help you, I could get you off this island. I understand how you feel.”

She backed off slightly. Getting off was all she wanted for as long as she could remember. She almost wanted to ask him how before Harry approached. She watched as he got all in Ben’s face. 

“Just think about it.” Ben said, staring at her. 

She shook her head and walked to the side of the ship. Watching the water crash against the wood. Before she could get lost in her thoughts again she heard commotion behind her. Turning she saw Mal standing there, her friends behind her. 

“Well let’s get this started” she thought aloud.

Grabbing her sword she began to advance. She was stopped by the Gilsf hand on her stomach. 

“Hold on, we have to wait for Uma.”

She sighed annoyed and began to pace around the ship, sword swinging around. Her heart began racing with anticipation as Uma and the rest of the crew drew their swords. She glanced over at Ben and Harry. He was playing with him, pretending that he was going to push him in. She felt conflicted after what he had said. She walked up behind Uma and Harry. Watching as her and Mal went back and forth. Glancing behind Mal she saw Evie giving a slight wave, to egg them on. Bringing her hand up she blew a kiss and a wave back at the girl. To hopefully throw her off. It did and she watched as the girl lowered her hand and eyes. 

“Hey! We don’t have to choose. There has to be a better way. Uma I’ll give you a chance, you’ll have your say,” Ben moved his focus onto her, “and you I’ll get her somewhere better, I promise.” 

She watched as Uma stood her ground and she didn’t make a move either. She couldn’t trust him. With her breath held she watched Mal begin to hand Uma the wand.

“Too easy, why don’t you give it a test drive? I want to see it work, we all do.”

Mal scoffed and turned to a dog that had walked onto the port. The girl watched as Mal casted a spell that would make the dog talk. 

“Does this vest make me look fat” 

She laughed with the rest of the crew at the words. Surprised that the wand was even real. She moved to the side as Harry drugged Ben along with him. Giving him back to Mal. Gil walked up to them. 

“And, before you go, tell your mom that our dad says hi. And also let your dad know that my dad wishes he finished off yours when he had the chance.”

Shaking her head she watched as Mal and Uma got ready to make the trade. She was concerned as to why they’d give up the wand so easily. When Uma finally had the wand in her hands the crew began to cheer loudly. She held her breath as Uma tried to cast a spell and let out an angry huff when the wand didn’t work. Uma snapped the wand in half and yelled out. The girl grabbed her sword and advanced towards the group. It was almost like fate that Evie was the person she had to battle. She swung her sword towards the girl and their swords clashed into each other. 

“You know, I knew it was so weird that you’d give up a want that easily”

Her and Evie struggled against each other to get the upper hand. 

“Yeah? And yet, Ben is in our hands and you all have nothing.” The girl replied with a laugh. Rage once again filled the latters body and she pushed heavily. Knocking Evie to the ground she wrapped her legs around her. 

“This almost feels like you’re trying to kiss me.” Evie said, trying to distract the girl. The other decided to play along.

“And if I was? Would you let me belle?” she whispered back with a smirk. Evie's face turned a dusted pinkBefore a reply could be said a cloud of blue smoke made the girl panic and tumble back. Her head hitting the wood below her. Her vision went blurry and the sounds around her were drowned out by a ringing in her head. She could just make out Evies figure running away from her. When she finally was able to stand again she watched as Mal kicked out the bridge that led to a tunnel. With her chest heaving she walked away. Her head pounding and her thoughts going a mile a minute. What just happened. 

As she walked away from the port she glanced to the ground and saw a familiar book. With a curious glance she picked it up and ran back to Uma. 

“You’ll never believe what I just found.”

Uma looked at her with anger in her eyes. 

“What.” she said 

“A spell book. Mal's spell book to be exact.”

She watched as Uma’s eyes brightened and a smile began to grace her face.

“Well I know just what to do now. Follow me, we have a boat to catch.”

The girl was spelled into a red dress. It clung to her body and shimmered in the light. She was on the boat. Hidden downstairs in a random room. Uma had left to go and find Ben. She said he was important to her plan. She was pacing around wondering what exactly she was doing. The words Ben had said to her were swarming her brain. Would he truly help her? She didn’t have time to think before she heard the sounds of trumpets. She heard an older man introduce Mal. She couldn’t hear what the people were saying until trumpets were heard again. Now the man was introducing Ben. This time she heard louder cheering as he made his way. She decided to move up to get a better view and was peeking around the corner so she could see everyone. Her eyes were locked on Evie. Ever since the boat fight she couldn’t get what happened out of her head. Ben slowly walked towards Mal and bowed to her. The girl watched curiously. 

“Mal, I wish I had time to explain.”

The girl watched as Uma walked in front of the stairs. So that was her plan, to steal Ben? Ben leaned down and kissed his ring that rested on Uma’s hand. She almost felt bad for Mal. Though pride wanted to get in the way. She watched as Ben tried to explain the connection him and Uma had. Uma claimed it was love. Mal was trying to get his attention. Asking if he had gone back for her. 

“He didn’t have too. I dove through the barrier before it closed.” Uma said to him. Uma grabbed Mal's hand and thanked her, giving her a hug. Slow music began to play and Ben and Uma began to dance. Twirling around the dance floor. Jane ran up the stairs and yelled for the man to reveal Ben's gift. It was a beautiful stained glass piece of him and Mal. She now really felt bad for the girl. It was stunning. Ben looked as though the spell was going to wash away. Uma yelled for them to cover it back up. 

“Why don't you tell everyone the present you have for me, Ben”

“I have an announcement. Uma will being joining the court tonight,” Ben said

His father tried to reason with him. “Not now, Dad!” Ben yelled at him. 

“So as my gift to her, I’m bringing down the barrier, once and for all.” Ben finished. She wasn’t expecting all that. People around the boat gasped. Ben told the fairy godmother to take down the barrier and she told him no. The girl watched as Mal advanced on Ben and Uma. Begging him to see that he really loved her. Mal finally confessed that she loved Ben and leaned in to kiss him. Uma began to rage and tried to grab the wand from the Fairy Godmother. She held her breath as Uma jumped into the ocean, her shell necklace glowing. Swirls of gold began to circle in the water and Uma rose up out of it with an octopus tentacle. She hadn’t known that she could do that. Water splashed onto the deck and drenched people with the smell of salt. Uma began arguing with the people on the boat. Her tail whipping around and launching at people. Mal walked away from the crowd and her head began to twitch. A swirl of purple gas filled the space around her and she rose up as a dragon. Soaring into the sky she let out a breath of fire onto the water. Her and Uma begin to fight. The boat was swaying back and forth. The girl was losing her footing. Ben let out a roar and dove into the water. He pleaded for the girls to stop fighting. Ben held his hand out for Uma. Hoping she would take it, instead she gave him his ring back and swam away. As Ben climbed the rope, Mal landed back on the ship. When she turned back into a human, gone was the blue and gold dress. It was not replaced but a purple dress that complemented her hair. Walking towards Ben, he and Mal kissed. The hidden girl thought this would be a good time to make herself known. She stopped in her tracks when she heard what Evie said.

“Actually. Ben there’s a lot of kids who would really love it here in Auradon,” her voice trailed off as she looked up and made eye contact with the no exposed girl. “People like her.” she said and pointed behind them. This made the girl tense up with all eyes now on her. Ben looked at her funny and the other teens stared at her. She cleared her throat and began to speak. 

“I completely understand if you want to send me back to the Isle, but I was hidden away on this ship thinking about what you said, and I was hoping I could get a second chance? I’m sorry for the chaos I helped cause but I didn’t have a choice. If you’ll let me, I’d love to help make a difference here, at Auradon.” she finished, her eyes glancing down at her feet. Ben was silent for a while, seemingly in thought. Before he could say anything Evie spoke up. 

“She is truly a quick learner, Ben, and I really think she could do some good, if she’s given the chance.” She finished and smiled at the girl, who then smiled back. 

Ben nodded his head and started to smile. 

“You’ll be our fifth kid out of many that will come to Auradon.” he said. 

The girl wanted to cry and thanked him a million times. She smiled at all the VK’s and mouthed a thank you to Evie. As the night progressed, there was singing and dancing happening all around her. She had the time of her life, until the party ended and everyone made their way back to the school. Ben set up a room for her to stay in for the night and she was able to sleep on a bed that felt like it was made for a queen. 

When she woke up the next morning a box was awaiting her on a desk in her room. It was tied with a blue ribbon but had no name. Inside was clothes for her to wear, almost exactly like the clothes she wore on the Isle, though these were clean. Under everything was a note. Nothing was written except for an E. That's when the girl knew who it was from. She got dressed quickly and set out to find Evie. After an hour of searching she noticed the girl in the courtyard. She was sitting under a tree sketching what seemed to be a dress. She took a deep breath and walked up to her. 

“Thank you for the dress, and thank you for what you did last night”

Evie jumped and looked up, startled by the girl. 

“It was truly nothing, us VK’s have to stick together.” she replied with a smile. 

A silence filled the air as the 2 girls stared at each other. 

“Can I ask you something?” Evie questioned

“Anything,” the girl replied, leaning down to listen better. 

Evie began to blush again, her words caught in her throat. 

“This almost feels like you’re trying to kiss me again.” Evie said breathlessly. 

“And if I was? Would you let me belle?” the girl replied with her eyes on the blue haired girl's lips. Evie gleaned between her eyes and leaned in more.

“Well I’d have to let you” she said before closing the distance and smashing her lips onto the other girls. Grasping the blue hair and pulling her in more. 

“I KNEW IT!” Both girls jumped away from each other and turned their heads to see Jay, Carlos, and Mal making their way towards them. Both girls laughed at said peoples reaction.

[antlrrqueen]

Winnifred "Freddie" Scott

everything that i have written about my yellowjackets oc so far, transcribed from my notebook of original characters

trigger warning: self-harm, suicide.

Faceclaim: Isabela Merced in Alien: Romulus

Mortality: Died by her own hand, soon after being rescued.

Relatives: Coach Ben Scott, uncle (father's side)

Love Interest: Akilah

Closest Friends/Allies: Van, Travis, Ben, Akilah, Nat, Misty

Identity: She/Her, cisgender sapphic

Birthday: April 19th, 1979. Taurus.

Animal Motif: Eastern Wolf

Weapon: Freddie's weapon of choice is an axe. She chops wood and makes the fires.

Scars/Injuries: In the plane crash, a metal pole split the top of her right shoulder open, also dislocating her right arm. She has a large scar there, and a significant amount less of mobility in her right arm. She also has self-harm scars that will be mentioned/explained later on.

Ben and Freddie/Family History/More

Ben and Freddie Scott are the black sheep of the family.

Freddie's father, Joseph Scott, is Ben's older brother. Joseph was/is the favorite child, practically casting Ben aside by their parents growing up.

Joseph grew up to get a cushy job and have two daughters, Veronica, now 19, and Winnifred, 17.

Veronica Scott is the favorite daughter, treated well - spoiled, and Winnifred, just like Ben, is overshadowed and cast aside by her own parents.

This similarity between Ben and Freddie is what really solidified their relationship. They were always close, but they grew closer as Freddie grew up. Ben was a place of solace for her. Ben is far more of a father figure to Freddie than her own father.

Fun fact: Ben gave Freddie her nickname!

Freddie is actually the reason that Ben became a teacher, and she then joined the soccer team!

She was pretty close with Natalie, especially because Nat was also close with Ben. They had an unspoken bond after the end of s2.

Freddie falls into self-destructive behavior after Ben leaves at the end of s2, but she knew he wasn't dead. She saw him and he told her he was leaving, but she couldn't go with him. And he left her.

She was supposed to be happy in s3, with the community and an almost-girlfriend, but she was very, very depressed. She felt betrayed. And to top it all off, everyone around her was celebrating the loss of her uncle and expecting her to as well.

She begins to self-harm, almost uncaring as to if others see after a while, among other behaviors.

Natalie and Freddie's relationship changes drastically after Nat mercy kills Ben. Their bond is gone. Freddie wanted to do it herself, but Ben (most likely) didn't want her to do it. But she wanted to be there, to have known, to have been able to say goodbye. At least. She knew that Ben wanted to die, that he needed to. She, no matter how much it hurt, knew. But it wasn't Natalie's decision. It if was anyone's, it was Freddie's.

Freddie stops speaking to Natalie for months. Maybe altogether.

After Ben dies, she sinks into a deep depression. She's inconsolable, moving between uncontrollably sobbing and being silent, stoic, disassociated. Pure grief. She only wears Ben's Yellowjackets fleece, no matter the weather. There's a moment where, before she wears it, she has to wash it-- due to the months of dirt, biological matter, and the blood from his death.

She's knelt in the lake, her knees in the water, scraped up by the rocks, and sobbing.

She submerges the fleece in the water, scrubbing weakly. It's a shot from behind-ish her left shoulder, showing her crying face and her hands scrubbing and holding the fleece under the water. Shots and memories of him pop up on screen and she only cries harder. This is her moment of true realization. The months of dirt and the fresh blood fade from the fleece and into the water, making it opaque and cloudy. Once the fleece is clean, we see her in it constantly. The hole from the knife is painfully pronounced. We see (aside from the stains from Ben wearing it, including slight blood stains) the fleece slowly go from soft and clean to holey and less soft.

She has Akilah as help and support by her side, but assuming she (Akilah) dies eventually, Freddie only spirals further. She never gets out. There are moments of light, but only moments.

Winnifred dies at her own hand only months, maybe weeks after getting rescued. She cannot handle living life, especially a non-wilderness life without Ben and Akilah, among others.

Everything she sees, experiences, and lives through reminds her of who she's lost and how she's been changed.

Freddie's parents, specifically her father, try desperately to use the fame brought in by having a survivor, a Yellowjacket, as their daughter.

She's numb, unresponsive, and when she is reactive, she's blowing up and screaming, crying, melting down and sobbing.

Her father accepts letters from news agencies, trying to get her to do interviews on TV. She's roped into one interview before realizing what's happening, and she immediately leaves. She yells at the interviewer when she's asked if they really ate each other out there.

Death

Winnifred Scott committed suicide at 18 years old in February of 1998, just one month after being rescued. She slit her wrists in her own bed. She was wearing Ben's fleece.

In her suicide note, she requested for her death to not be in the media, and to be buried with the rest of the Yellowjackets, closest to her uncle.

Only one of her wishes were granted.

Winnifred had a large funeral, and as her coffin was lowered into the ground next to her uncle's, a camera crew filmed for the world to see.

Mental Illness

Winnifred had undiagnosed mental illnesses, most prevolent being Borderline Personality Disorder. Symptoms she would experience were;

⁃ Self-Harm

⁃ Explosive Outbursts

⁃ Hysterical Crying episodes

⁃ Abandonment Insecurities

⁃ Dissociation

⁃ Paranoia

⁃ Delusions

⁃ Depersonalization

⁃ Derealization

Winnifred experienced these symptoms before the crash, but it worsened them tenfold. Doctors thought she only had depression, so she was medicated for that, but not her BPD. When she ran out of her antidepressants in the wilderness, things got worse. Especially as their safe-world in the wilderness fell apart around them. She eventually became a Lottie-worshipper because of this.

Lottie is a huge contributing factor to Freddie's mental illness in the wilderness. They both likely ran out of their meds around the same time, and spiraled at similar rates.

She (Freddie) already experiences delusions and paranoia, and Lottie's weird cult bullshit does not help. It actively makes her so much worse and unhealthy.

She goes from having most of a grip on reality to fully none, Lottie unintentionally dragging her deeper. She's manic for a good amount of the time in the wilderness.

Freddie has struggled with depression for a while now, magnified by her BPD. She has bouts of hysterical crying episodes, and has been hospitalized once. Her father's doing.

Freddie's family is a religious one. Although not absolutely cutthroat, the Scotts are Christian. This is especially difficult for Freddie, serving as just one more way of othering her from her family.

A mentally ill lesbian in 1996, raised by a religious family.

She and Ben are the only two that don't believe, but Freddie still struggles with religion as a whole. It's a part of her that is baked-in, and feeds into her inner struggles often. She finds herself thinking that God has forgotten her, that he hates her. She wonders what she did to deserve this life, if it was her fault that she's this way.

The hunting, primal, and animalistic-ness of the wilderness feeds Freddie. More than she would like to admit. It serves as an outlet for her deep desires, the darkness inside her.

It's somewhere for her inner-ness to go. The deep, crawling, scary parts of her mental illness. The parts that make her want no relationships, nothing, just physical indulges; running, screaming, feeling the beat of her heels against the earth and her breath whistling in and out of her lungs. Her mind only static. Screaming, crying, gutturally connecting with everything and nothing, all at the same time.

That's something, if only halfway, that drew her to soccer. She's a defensive player.

This is a huge part of, if not the reason she couldn't go with Ben. She was too far gone, and he still had time.

He couldn't stay, he didn't want to.

She couldn't leave, she didn't want to.

Interests

Freddie loves Twin Peaks. It's her favorite show, she has the entire series on VHS. She watched it secretly when it was coming out. She has such a crush on Shelley, Madchen Amick is her celebrity crush. Freddie loves the ladies in Twin Peaks, but her ultimate favorite is Laura Palmer. She feels very connected to Laura, and sees herself in her. She feels very seen by Laura, especially because she's an unfaltering and real representation+depiction of mental illness. She has Laura's photo in her room, and a small one in her wallet.

She got Ben into Twin Peaks when it was coming out, and he became a casual fan. He was very interested as the story unfolded, especially with the "Who Killed Laura Palmer" obsession in the media. Overall, he's interested and likes it, but is still only a casual fan. Freddie isn't, of course.

Her favorite movie is Fire Walk With Me, and her VHS of it is one of her prized possessions. She also has a copy of The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer, which holds an almost permanent spot on her bedside table (and sometimes in her backpack).

Freddie is autistic (undiagnosed), and her special interest is Twin Peaks! She dresses like she lives in the show, with many turtlenecks, plaid shirts, dark pants, jackets, and lots of browns/greens/reds/blues. Her style veers into 90's butch often, but it's usually a mixture of butch/Twin Peaks inspo. Like a David Lynch futch.

She and Misty become friends eventually, bonding (unknowingly) over their shared autistic traits and experiences.

Freddie also loves Radiohead!

Songs that remind me of Freddie!

(I have a playlist in the works that will 100% have more songs than this list, promise!)

⁃ Die Your Daughter - Susannah Joffe

⁃ DNA Guarantee - Kodi Rhianne

⁃ How to Dissapear Completely - Radiohead

⁃ Forever - Siouxsie and the Banshees

⁃ I Guess - Mitski

⁃ The Nightingale - Julee Cruise

⁃ Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski

⁃ Motion Picture Soundtrack - Radiohead

⁃ Falling - Julee Cruise

⁃ Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

⁃ How to Never Stop Being Sad - dandelion hands

⁃ Asleep - The Smiths

⁃ Questions in a World of Blue - Julee Cruise

⁃ Extension Cord - Fog Lake

⁃ After Ur Gone - Alex G

a little note from me: hi! this is officially freddie's masterpost, and i'll be putting it in my pinned post and adding to it any time that i've written more about her. i'm sorry it's a little choppy!!

tags <3 ; @artificialroux @dippindotties @ohno-people @orangecatsmissingbraincell @puppybutcher @logansdogmotif - lmk if you'd like to be added to or removed from my taglist :3c

[thesilmarillionblog]

𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part:𝟷𝟾

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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: +18! (MINORS DNI), smut, hand job, angst, hurt, language, reader gets hurt, Soldier Boy having problems, insecure Soldier Boy, insecure reader, Soldier Boy having anger issues

Word Count: 5515

A/N: English is not my first language.

The song of the chapter: "Fallin'" by Sufle, Gökhan Sanlıman

Ignoring how your pulse raced uncontrollably as you kissed Ben as if nothing had ever happened between you in the past, you pressed harder when you felt him remain still since it was clear he was a little perplexed. However, he eventually came to the realization that something was amiss, and his hands remained on either side of your hip, applying a firm squeeze. It was obvious that he wanted you to do whatever you wanted with him.

His full beard tickled your palms as you continued to kiss him, your fingertips running over his jaw. That's when he started kissing you back properly. Your heart ached from the way you were kissing, but you tried to concentrate on giving him the same pleasure that he had given you. Even though you knew it usually took him a little while to get there, you still hoped it would just take a little while.

You responded to him right away as he began to use his tongue, shifting slightly on his lap to let him feel more comfortable and feel you fully.

Between kisses, he said, “I missed you so fucking much,” but you remained silent. “Everything about you, us.” 

Putting your hands over his chest and pulling up his t-shirt, your palms found his muscular abs; he seemed strangely stronger, thicker, and more fit than ever—as if he hadn't slept for forty years. You gently caressed his face like if everything between you two were OK, as if you had been together for a very long time and never had anything to worry about, any conflict.

As soon as your eyes met, you swiftly removed his t-shirt so you could touch him and encourage him. You knew you had to do your hardest to please him since you wouldn't fuck him. You were hoping it wouldn't be too hard.

Ben gave you a firm grip on your hip as he felt your icy hands on his chest and abdomen.

He was waiting for you to continue, and his expression was filled with desire and expectancy. He missed having you caress and touch him in this way. He waited for you patiently in the hopes that things would improve between you. You wanted you could have known what was going through his thoughts regarding all things, including yourself.

Pushing his hands back from your hips a little, you raised your skirt gently while maintaining a determined gaze. This got him even more aroused, and he stretched his legs apart to allow you enough room. Observing his lips slightly quiver, you experienced the same thrill alongside him. Denying whatever you shared made you feel anything was pointless. 

He moaned, “You don't have to, you know,” but Ben persisted in assisting you in pulling up your lengthy skirt. He wanted to be sure of it. He needed and desired this, you knew. 

When your covered pussy finally touched his hardness, you supported yourself by clinging onto his large shoulders and whispered, “I know,” in a dry voice. 

Ben cursed softly and swiftly gathered your skirt in his palm before giving you a fiercely painful ass squeeze that nearly made you gasp, but you were able to hold your mouth closed. You believed that by pressing your covered pussy between his legs and moving on top of him, you would be able to give him more pleasure when you began kissing him again.

You did your best to move on his lap, even though it was difficult to feel him fully because he was wearing pants and your skin was hurting from rubbing against him. You were surprised when Ben relaxed his grip on your hips as you continued to kiss, but you instantly put your hands on his and on your hips to reassure him that he could touch you as much as he wanted to for the moment.

All you had to do was tell him, “You can be rough,” and he would be free to treat you the way he usually did. “It's...okay.”

You were confused since Ben remained silent and seemed to be losing excitement as his heartbeat slowed down. It was well known that he would often be harsh and would touch himself for weeks at a time. You were certain that he needed this, regardless of how he felt about you. 

Just as the day you straddled him and rubbed yourself against him during your training, you pushed him into the bed a little bit farther and forced him to lie on the covers. 

Putting his hands on your belly, he encouraged you to place yourself on top of him. You started unzipping him this time without thinking twice yourself, looking to make sure he was alright. Ben licked his lips in want and waited, watching you with arousal. You thought it would be best if there was nothing on between you to tempt him to come. If not, it would take a lot of time, which you did not have at the moment.

With the heat on your face, you unzipped him and held your breath, concentrating like you were on a mission or something. You stroked his shaft instantly to feel its stiffness and gazed at his reaction as your hand felt his pulsating cock through his boxer. This time, you positioned yourself properly on him by pushing his jeans down a little bit further. But it was hard not to give in to your own desires. 

He groaned, “Fuck, I like it so much when you're on top,” and you pushed yourself closer to him. You occasionally had to bite your lip because of how tightly his hands were holding your flesh. 

Ben felt that he was becoming harder than before, but he didn't sense that he would soon come. He felt as though he was in need of something deeper and different, even though he had everything he needed—seeing you do your hardest to satisfy him by rubbing your sweet-clothed pussy against his cock. 

But as long as you were on top of him, it made absolutely no difference. He had come just when you needed and desired it that much. He hadn't fucked himself into his hand in a long time, so his balls were already hurting. This was his chance to cum, and he needed it. It was the perfect moment.

Ben inhaled deeply and made an effort to concentrate on the pleasure you were trying to offer him. He reached around to your back with one hand, pulled your body in closer, and began kissing you frantically. Even though he wanted to take his time with you, he realized he had to finish as quickly as possible. 

You continued him pressing your pussy over his firm cock while placing your hands on his muscular chest and abs, kissing him back with the same passion, but it didn't seem like he would come anytime soon. Actually, you were about to come, and that wasn't part of your plan at all. 

In between kisses, you put one of his hands on your tits and asked, “What do you need?”

You moved more quickly and urgently on him as you shifted on him once again, and he began to play with your tits through your top. However, you also sensed that you were becoming sensitive, so you took a moment to clear your head and suppress the impending climax. Your entire body was betraying you.

Ben mumbled, confused, “Fuck, just a little more,” as he pushed you to continue.

“Come on, Ben,” you said, trying to get him to come immediately, but he was making it more difficult for you. You were struggling to contain your own pleasure.

When you sensed your pussy becoming too sensitive, you swallowed your moan and slowed down on him once more so as not to humiliate yourself when you were doing everything in your power to please him.

You mumbled, somewhat frustrated, “Stop holding back,” and you began to move again, more carefully this time. Perhaps it didn't need to be harsh and fast.

To your astonishment, he said, “I'm not,” in a stern voice, leaving you stunned for a moment. His hands were rough and tight on your hips, indicating that he was attempting to satisfy his lust. That implied that even if he was already difficult to get to, you were the one who was unable to fulfill his desires.

He looked at you when you stopped moving because if you had continued grinding on him, you would have orgasmed on top of him before he was finished. You were starting to feel uncomfortable and anxious about the entire thing. 

You shifted on his lap and carefully moved your hands across his abdomen, meeting his clothed cock with your palm. You could feel every veiny surface and every inch of his hardness, which was pulsating. As though he had grown enormously. You just had to try something else, maybe. 

Feeling his hand behind your hair, he said, “Keep doing it, sweetheart,” with a low growl. 

You stayed silent as your hands slided into his boxer and, despite how impossible it was at this moment to not feel shy, you wrapped your fingers around his hardness with quivering palms. His fingers clenched on your hair, yet it didn't hurt as you both gasped in shock. You felt your spine shiver as he gazed at you with such passion and desire. You had forgotten what it was like to be in this situation with Ben. That was so very long ago.

Ignoring your insecurity, you started rubbing him, knowing it was getting difficult to give him what he wanted. You continued to stroke him even though it was hard to grasp him fully because of his size in relation to your hand. Ben was struggling to contain his groans as you began to use your hand more quickly, which also made you feel a bit better.

Ben's thoughts were constantly racing on what you had said about parting ways and everything, even though he was feeling harder and harder every second and had all he could possibly want at that particular time. He knew you were dead serious, even though there was no way you could be with someone else than him. He would not allow you to see another person. There was absolutely no way—no way at all. You were meant to be together. 

His cock was aching beneath your palm, and he needed to come like mad, but he was just unable to do so at that very moment, which caused him to get a little anxious. It was something he had never experienced with you before. 

“Almost,” he whispered, sensing your nervousness as you continued to stroke him with shaking hands. 

Ben only had to come right now; he was aching and fucking throbbing but somehow unable to finish.

“Ben,” you remarked in a warning tone. “Come on. Youre...close, right?”

You put one of his hands to your tits, not wanting to fail and embarrass yourself in front of him. Ben was taking far too long to get there, so you glanced at him puzzled and noticed that his jaw was clinched as if he were having a fight with himself. 

Ben tried to focus on your lovely torture, your little hands around his cock, and your attempts to make him feel pleasure, but he was finding it more and more difficult to come. You were stroking his cock on top of him exactly as he had imagined, just like in the times he jerked off, convinced that you would let him do anything at that particular moment. But he couldn't finish because his mind was racing with your words and everything else. His whole body was betraying him while he wasn't supposed to be thinking.

The more you rubbed him, the wetter your pussy got, and the more enraged you were. Without any friction at all, you were on the verge of an orgasm, even if he hadn't even touched you there. Ben was giving you a strong grip on your tits while silently swearing and panting heavily. You knew that at that very moment, he wasn't holding himself back or anything. He was just unable to finish. 

Your motions paused, and your pulse raced with shock and shame as you felt him soften under your palm. You immediately stopped rubbing him, and Ben quickly moved to go on top of you on the bed as you were ready to give him an angry look. Now that you were lying underneath him and he was above you, his body enclosing yours and preventing you from moving. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he angrily said, spreading your legs slightly with his body. He then pulled your skirt further, exposing your entire body to his view, stilling your body beneath him. You were too confused to say or do something.

Ben quickly grabbed control of the situation and began to jerk off on top of you; he moved fairly firmly and roughly, as if he were equally shocked by what was going on between you. Ben's eyes were filled with rage as he was panting and growling while fisting the sheets over your head with his other hands.

You placed your hands on his firm, bare chest, which was expanding with each movement he made, unsure of exactly what to do. You thought that maybe being under him would be enough to make him feel pleasure, so you waited for him to finish, but it didn't seem like he would be there very soon. At this moment, you were at a loss for what to do. You were starting to feel humiliated by the entire situation with him.

Ben snarled angrily, “Come on,” and did everything he could to satisfy his desires. Having never gone through anything like this before, especially with you, his pride was wounded. “What the hell!?”

Undoubtedly, that was the worst thing that had happened to him. He wasn't a teenager—he was a fucking man, the strongest supe man—but despite his best efforts, his cock stayed soft, acting as though it was seeking revenge on him. Fuck, he didn't even remember the last time he stayed soft for this long. 

You gave him a brief glance and cursed yourself for being wounded over something like that. Ben shoved you back to the sheets before you could attempt to get out of bed, grunting, “Fuck! Wait, wait. Just give me a moment.”

You were confused and disappointed at the same time as you watched him, your pulse pounding wildly. Ben's jaw tightened in frustration and anger as he began to stroke his cock more roughly than before, acting more like he was fighting it than attempting to come. His chest was also growing warmer by the second. 

He couldn't just become hard again, though.

You said, “I can't fucking believe you.” You didn't want him to make you look foolish and embarrass yourself any longer. 

When you eventually got a hold of him and made every effort to get him to come, Ben was shocked to find out that he was just unable to come and he was having a fucking erection problem. You even gave him a handjob, but he couldn’t just come. Ben felt as though his cock had a mind of its own and was punishing him, betraying the most self-assured aspect of himself. It was a nightmare.

You exclaimed in a quivering voice, “Get away from me,” as you sought to push him away from your body while he was still panting.

Although it appeared that he was embarrassed by what was happening, you knew that you were feeling far worse. There was never such a thing between you, no matter how many disagreements you had in the past, and he had never made you feel insufficent during your intimate times. He had already done everything to you, and now he had done this to you as well, as if he had completed the puzzle. 

Ben quickly straightened his pants and tucked his softening cock back into his boxer without letting you move after realizing what had happened and struggling for a moment to explain himself. You made quick adjustments to your skirt and top as well. You felt guilty of yourself for not being able to provide him the same pleasure that he so easily had given you.

Ben said, “I... don't know what the fuck is wrong, but I promise it's not about you.” Although it was obvious that his pride was severely damaged, he made an effort to seem composed and stated that it was just a temporary condition. You despised yourself for getting hurt about something that was so insignificant and stupid. 

Sure, it wasn't about you.

You pushed him aside and walked out of the room, aggressively pushing Ben's hands away from you. “Leave me the fuck alone,” you said in a shaking voice. 

“What happened?” Annie saw your strange expression and inquired, pausing to adjust her hair. “You look like you just had a fight.”

While Hughie and Butcher were conversing in the kitchen, you paid no attention to what they were saying. Ben's out-of-balance attitude had ruined your night already.

She gave Ben a suspicious look while he immediately followed you. He realized that in order to have a meaningful conversation with you, you needed to be alone. He cursed his cock for spoiling the night, which could be much better. If only his cock hadn't stopped working when he needed it the most, you could even go one step further and let him finally fuck you. Everything seemed to be working against him. 

You managed to answer, “Nothing,” despite Ben's piercing stare on your back. You hardly had a smile on your face. 

She said, “Alright,” perplexed as she glanced at Ben and you. 

“Are you ladies ready?” You could only nod at Butcher when he asked. 

The moment you all got inside the car, nobody was talking. Thankfully, Annie sat in the front seat while Butcher drove, and you positioned Hughie between Ben and yourself to keep Ben from getting close to you. Ben gave Hughie an angry glare when he decided to sit on the back, between you, but Hughie hadn't even noticed. If not, he would have changed his idea.

You couldn't meet Ben's stare because you were too ashamed and furious. It was actually your fault for insisting on this kind of stuff when you didn't even have to. But it was also his fault for pointing out that you felt you owed him because he'd made you come a few times while he didn't orgasm or anything. It wasn't like you wanted to utilize him or something.

Your cheeks flushed with humiliation and rage as you remembered those moments in which you tried to give him a rapid hand job and did all in your power to get him to come. You took a deep breath and firmly closed your eyes, as if it would help you forget everything. Because Ben had made you feel awful and humiliated, you wanted him to die there and then.

He had to ruin the night, of course.

“Are you two okay there?” Butcher questioned, casting glances in the mirror at Ben and you. “You look like you just had a fight.”

Ben snapped, “Mind your own fucking business,” with a look of rage that suggested he was prepared to fight and murder someone.

Hughie put his arms across his chest. When he sensed Ben becoming agitated, he took a long, frightened breath and moved closer to you, almost as if he were trying to run away or get lost. 

You were curious to know what Ben was thinking at that moment. The sexual tension you felt with Ben during your most recent interactions didn't surprise you or make you feel uncomfortable in the slightest; it was completely different from what happened between you in the past. Since this was your first and only touch, you had come to terms with the idea that your body responded to this touch no matter what. But the worst thing that ever happened was witnessing him not feeling the same way anymore, and he wasn't even aware of this. You felt sick.

Being attracted to him was embarrassing, but learning that he no longer felt the same—not even about physical touch—ruined you when you felt at ease with him touching your body in the same manner you touched him. The pull lingering between you was obviously one-sided. Considering what he had done to you, you ought to have been the one who was unresponsive. God, you were hopeless. 

“Why are you riled up suddenly?” Butcher still made fun of him. You wanted to warn Butcher, but all you wanted to do was get away, or something like that. 

“If you speak another word, I'm going to slaughter you. I fucking swear,” Ben warned him, sounding menacing. You could see he meant it literally. 

Butcher said, “Okay,” sensing that it wouldn't be a smart idea to tamper with Ben at this time. “By the way, where in the world are Frenchie and Kimiko? Annie, did any one of them give you a call?”

“No, but Kimiko informed me that she and Frenchie would be going somewhere else for the week. They appear to be taking a little vacation.”

Butcher complained, “Well, I need a long vacation too, but as you all see, we have too much to do,” and went on to criticize Frenchie and Kimiko for not returning his calls.

Ben had been looking at you the entire time, but you ignored him since your mind was constantly racing with assumptions about what had really happened between you. You weren't sure which was worse, your problem or his? Even so, both sounded awful. Maybe it was a sign that you had all really vanished forever. You never dreamed that it would also entail physical closeness because, in the past, you and Ben had shared intimate moments multiple times a day, even during your arguments. Of course, you had no dreams or plans concerning Ben about your future or anything else. The whole thing was therefore hard to swallow.

Butcher said, “Hey, you look nice tonight,” after seeing that you had been silent and distracted for the entire time. 

Ben felt the heat rising from his chest and was growing enraged, but he was able to restrain himself so he wouldn't ruin your night any longer. If not, he would beat Butcher and Hughie to release all of his rage. 

His cock was another difficulty at the moment; therefore, he wanted to talk to you and find a quick solution to the situation. It was the first time his body failed him, so he didn't know what exactly to do without making you upset anymore. God knew what you were thinking about him. His shaft remained hard as before, but he wasn't sure if this was due to lust, fury, or both. 

You answered, “Thanks,” and smiled at him genuine, remembering that this would be your first night together in decades. “I found it in the wardrobe.”

Butcher paid you another compliment, saying, “It suits you very well; both daring and humble.”

You said, “Just a little tight on the chest.” You could feel your tits rising higher with each breath. It was indeed revealing. 

Ben gave you a glance without even blinking, and for a brief time, your eyes met his. His gaze narrowed, then centered on your cleavage, but he remained silent, staring at your tits and then your entire body as if he were ready to eat you out. 

Butcher remarked, “Okay, here we are,” and he parked the car in the quietest, darkest spot. “Let's fucking get a little bit high since we all deserve a little vacation.”

You gaped in awe and amazement as you saw everyone dancing wildly and getting high in the shadows. Everything was so different from what it had been in the past. There was something futuristic about the music and design. People also appeared to be completely different. 

Annie and Hughie started dancing in the middle as soon as the music got louder, leaving you stunned. You could try to fit in, but it was sort of horrible since you were sensitive to loud music. You saw that Butcher was seated in the deepest corner as soon as he began to flirt with someone. You began to roll your eyes at his quickness. Given that he was constantly a man of the mission, you were unaware of his openness to others.

Ben was staring at you from behind, but you ignored him and pushed other people aside as you went to get a drink for yourself. You wished Kimiko had been there. Spending time here was difficult because Ben was pursuing you like you were the prey and there was no company.

Ben stated in a harsh voice, “We need to talk,” as you took a sip of your drink and observed Annie and Hughie dance. “Now.”

“I don't want to.”

He murmured gently, “Whatever happened there...it wasn't about you,” and he moved to stand in front of you. He gave the impression that it was hard for him to talk about, but he ought to have realized that discussing it would make you look even more dumb. You were consumed with thoughts of your stupid attempts. You wanted that the events of the previous hour hadn't happened. 

He took your drink from your hands and set it away, saying, “We can't just act like nothing happened.”

You raised your voice a little, seemed prepared for a fight, and said, “What the hell do you want from me, Ben? Is it supposed to make me feel better that you're saying it's about you?”

He pushed a few people hard away and exclaimed, “Won't you just fucking listen to me once?” while pushing you against the table. 

You inhaled deeply as you felt the blush of humiliation and rage on your cheeks. You were prepared to return the favor and have some intimacy, but he destroyed everything once more. As you'd previously told him, something was lost between you, even though you knew he didn't mean to and that he wanted it too. 

You answered in a cool, sour voice, “Of course it's about you. I wouldn't…” you paused to put together your thoughts before speaking. “This is the day you must realize you don't actually want me, Ben.”

“What?” he responded, seeming astonished and unsure of what you meant. 

A sense of grief replaced your rage as he gave you a confused expression. You thought at the time that things with him would be different, but they weren't, and it didn't seem like they would. You couldn't stop yourself from feeling sad and having an ache in your heart, but you couldn't help it. 

“You're just forcing yourself to want me when you actually don't. Ben, you may not realize it, but your body does. I understand that my loyalty to you in spite of what you did is important to you, and now, since we have a past and have known one another for many years, you think you have to want me or something. You just don't know it.”

Ben interrupted you immediately, his look changing from one of confusion to rage. “What are you even talking about? I am not forcing myself to do anything, for God's sake.” 

“You don't feel a single thing, Ben. You just feel obliged to be with me when you actually aren't. God, why are you even making things harder than they already are?”

Ben confidently added, “Fuck, I know I messed up badly, but it's not what you think. I can't believe you actually believe that I don't want you.”

You Ben's attempt to justify himself, which did nothing except increase your sense of shame. It would have been best if you had just moved on and stopped talking about it. It was getting uncomfortable to stay with him because of how similar his look and body were to yours. If only he could admit that all you had was lost forever, then everything would be so much simpler. 

At last, you broke the silence with a calming tone: “I don't know, Ben; perhaps we just lost the rhythm.”

You were quite uncomfortable and upset with him, thinking back on what you had told him about moving on from the past and meeting someone else. “Go hang out with someone else; maybe you can figure out your problem, and after your blind eyes finally open, you can clearly see that there is nothing left about us and you don't actually want anything with me!” you whispered firmly and drove him away from you. 

Annie had just finished dancing and was panting with excitement, so you immediately shoved some people out of your line of sight and sat down next to her. 

“Are you and Ben okay?” Annie said, and you attempted to put on a happy smile.

“Yeah, as usual,” you immediately said, trying to avoid causing a scene. “It seems like Butcher is having a good time.”

Your gaze swiftly shifted to Butcher, and when you noticed his hands around a woman's torso and lowering, you shared a glance with Annie.

Annie said, “Yeah,” not used to seeing Butcher like this. “He must be high tonight or something.”

Ben appeared irritated and was staring at you intensely from a distance. He did not even blink once. He looked at you the entire time he was drinking whiskey. You were hoping he wouldn't make a scene or something. Ben gave him a look as though Hughie would be his first victim of the day as Hughie headed for a drink at his side. 

After a period of looking around as if she were looking for something, Annie said, “Fuck, I forgot my bag in the car.”

You offered Annie, “I can take it if you want,” and refused to let her get up. “Actually, I need some fresh air.”

“Oh really? And Hughie told me that he had left his phone in the car as well. Would you please bring it as well?” She genuinely smiled as she asked and gave you the car keys. “It's best if I stay with Hughie. Soldier Boy is not smiling at him with all of his sincerity.”

When she thanked you again, you nodded and offered her a feeble smile. You didn't feel like you were enjoying yourself anyway.

You looked in the back of Annie's bag after getting into the car and looking for Hughie's phone. You couldn't hear Ben behind you since you were lost in thought and concentrated on looking for his phone in the dark. He pushed you inside the car before you could even react, and he entered as well, shutting the door. 

With your hand on the seat to maintain your balance, you said, “What the hell, Ben?”

He added, “We need to talk properly, baby,” as if they hadn't argued only moments before. 

As you attempted to exit the car, he shut the door once again, drawing so near that your lips nearly made contact. 

Quietly, you said, “What do you want?” It pained you that your emotions responded to him in that way. You felt your lips getting really dry, but you remained still.

“Just give me another chance. At least about this,” he remarked in a serious tone. As he approached you more slowly, your head leaned on the seat's surface. He was so close to you.

“What do you want to prove?” you asked. His hands barely touched your skirt as his intense, passionate stare locked with yours once again. You noticed his eyes linger on your rising breast.

Ben continued, “To prove that we still have our rhythm.” His hands daringly began to raise up your skirt as you shook from feeling his fingertips on your thigh, and his gasping became hard. You were at a loss for words. 

He broke the stillness between you and added, “You don't give me a second chance about anything, but let me prove that I can fix everything if you do.” He could tell you were unsure of yourself. 

He might have changed his mind, and everything would have been resolved once and for all if the same situation happened again. You didn't want to care that much, even if you weren't sure if you were making up reasons to be with Ben at that particular time. 

With hesitation, you nodded to him, hoping that this wouldn't end badly. 

“Is that a yes?” Ben's lips curled in anticipation and desire as he questioned in a coarse voice. He felt incredibly hard seeing you were eager to try once more. 

You said “yes,” your heart racing like crazy, but before you could say the word, he passionately and longingly captured your lips.

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[subaerial-dweller]

van palmer can do nothing wrong because here is this woman who has spent the past 25 years alone, has just found out she has stage 4 cancer (very very terminal) and was preparing, with all expectation, to die alone. she didn’t tell anyone, didn’t get in contact with old friends, she just watched her mom die and a little while later discovers that she’s going to meet a similar end very soon.

it’s like van’s survival is tied to the wilderness, in that it’s thrown all this shit at her and she’s nearly died a billion fucking times in the most traumatic ways, but she’s always lived. because, despite everything, van knew how to survive in the wilderness. and now she’s out, and she has cancer, and she can’t just survive this. there’s no getting out of it. so i reckon in episode 3, van hesitating to join in with tai’s spontaneous “we hear the wilderness and it hears us” chant is the most horrific mixture of grief, and hope, and stamping down that hope, and an understanding that this shit hurts people, but still wanting to survive anyway because that’s the thing van’s been good at for her whole life and fucking that up now is unfathomable to her. she was so uncomfortable with that waiter dying because she doesn’t know what her life is worth to anyone but tai and her own survival instinct, and when both of those are pushing her to embrace this new solution, this remission to the incurable disease she’s been given, she’ll hesitate but ultimately go along. she follows Tai but hasn’t yet fully embraced it.

and i don’t know if she will, to be honest. obviously this is all speculation because it’s literally been 3 episodes, but if I’m right van will have a really tricky moral dilemma on her hands here, in both timelines. is killing coach ben worth it to save her own ass, and taissa’s, because they might be involved in the cabin burning down? yes, she decides. but now van owes her life to ben. does this change anything? and then, in 2021, is van’s life worth sacrificing not only the waiter, but also natalie? is it worth potentially harming more people by worshipping the wilderness if that’s going to keep her cancer dialed back?

so i guess my initial statement of “van palmer can do no wrong” is entirely dependent on what she does next. i’ll still be defending her with my life.

[star-girl-05]

One Night

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

“I wish to lay with you, Benedict”

Never would you have imagined yourself to be standing outside such an establishment. It was unheard of for a lady of your caliber to be in a bar especially without a chaperone. If Lady Whistleton were to catch wind of this you're sure you would be the star of her next column. You couldn’t think of that, you're done letting society control you. At least for tonight, your last night of freedom. 

For tomorrow you’ll be properly introduced to your ‘future Husband’, Lord frederick. At least that's what your mother claims. She’s been forcing men down your throat all season, as her only daughter she's desperate to marry you off. Not caring in the slightest about any of your objections. 

All that's led you here, desperate to make at least one decision for yourself. She can force you to marry a man three times your age. However she can’t stop you from bedding a man before you're forced into a suffocating marriage. Yes, tonight is your last night of freedom and you plan to enjoy it. 

With shaky hands you push open the heavy wood door. The smell of smoke fills your lungs as you make your way through the crowd of rowdy men. You try your best not to feel intimidated as various mens lecherous gaze rake over you. You make your way to the bar ordering a beer, the bartender looks you over with a questioning look in his eyes, a question you silenced when you pushed money across the counter. 

The beer is bitter against your tongue, leaving an unpleasant aftertaste. You still drink it all, you're determined to enjoy every aspect of tonight. 

“Is this seat taken?” A deep Voice asks, you turn towards him, eyeing him up and down. 

“It’s all yours”, he sits with a charming smirk, turning his body to fully face you. It seems luck was on your side, he’ll do very nicely. “Are you going to tell me your name?” 

He chuckles, “Benedict”, he gently grabs your hand placing a kiss against your hand. “A pleasure to meet you...” 

“Y/n” you fill in for him, your face heating as he continues to stare at you. When you pictured this in your head you never anticipated encountering a man so charming.  

Conversation comes naturally between the two of you. Benedict tells you about his art, even suggesting you should pose for him. You tell him briefly of your hobbies. You could have talked to him longer but you didn’t have much time before you would have to sneak back. 

Gathering all your courage, you lace your fingers with Benedicts, leaning in closer so you're only a hair away from him. “I wish to lay with you, Benedict” you declare against his lips. You stare into his eyes expectant;y. He doesn’t disappoint pressing his lips against yours in a harsh kiss. 

You always thought your first kiss would be on your wedding day, not in a dingy bar with a man that you had just met. 

“Shall we go somewhere more private?” He suggests breathing heavily against your swollen lips. You nod a small smile gracing your face as he leads you out the bar. Your nerves lessen as you walk down the cold road. This could be a huge mistake, but at least it’ll be your mistake. “Watch your step,” he calls, helping you over the stone step. As soon as you cross the threshold he’s pushing you against the wall. Placing a deep kiss against your lips, his hands tightly gripping your waist. 

The more he touches you the hotter you burn for him. Never in your life have you felt this need. “You're absolutely breathtaking”, he murmurs against your neck, hands untying your corset. You follow his lead unbuttoning his shirt. 

His grip grows tighter on your hips, lips exploring your newly exposed chest. You felt as though you were going to explode. “Please Ben,” you call out hands gripping his hair. Tilting his head so you could place a kiss against them. His hands travel down your legs gripping your thighs, lifting you off the ground. You gasp against his lips, wrapping your limbs tightly around him. 

“No need to beg Love, I’ll give you everything you desire and more”

[gardensofbabilon]

✧all that you ever wanted was.. sweet nothing. - Ben Shelton.

☆ a/n: this is not my first language but i am sad so i think i'll juts write small stories.. promise a happy one next!

☆ summary: being together for 4 years has been nothing but a dream, of course everyone envies dating the college top player and the us tennis star.. but do they really know how hard it is for you?

The hot florida air gets into your apartment window as the sun is going down for the 237th time this year. August gets closer to an end - but for your boyfriend this is the best part of the year: flying with you to new york, playing at the center court of his home tournament, this is all he ever wanted.

You were used to be seen, ben has always attracted eyes and everyone's attention for as long as you can remember but honestly, you never cared, all you knew as that inside your small place and in your intimacy he was just another normal guy.

The truth is, being with someone for four years is almost a lifetime. That was a certificate that the two of you would be married very soon - but that was never on board for both of you, at least now that you were never encountering for more than 2 weeks, the dream of being married faded from your memory alongside the great moments you collected on the first two years of being together.

''I'm not going to the open this year'' you announce to him.

''Why? What's wrong?" he says looking into his phone.

"I told you, I'm at my last semester and the final project is due next week. I can't be at two places at the same time.''

Ben sensed the weird tone on your voice, he looked at you imediatly, the room suddenly felt smaller, both of you knew what those words meant.

"I'm sorry, it slipped my mind.. You won't make to any of the games?"

"I don't think i'll ever make to another game, sorry." The words slipped from your month when you least expected it to do so.

It was done. You said it.

A year ago you would never say such a thing, two years ago it would be insane to think like that, the only thing the both of you talked about really was how after graduating he would get you the ring you dreamed for so long and then the wedding plans would go as he played.

The real deal was that 2023 went by and he did what he knew to do best: play well and win, and you watched. You loved the thrill, the joy in witnessing his moves, his joy to be doing what he dreamed and loved, that's how you wanted to stay forever. But them the travels intensified, the distance was bigger every week, the timezone pushed him more, you watched he fade away from your life. Of course you wanted to be there, but as a foreing student with a scolarship you could not afford drop out or just leave uni for weeks to follow him around, these were the types of things that drove him apart more and more.

"What is this about? You can't walk away." he approached you at the couch.

"When was the last time we sat on the couch and actually spent some time together? Or better, when was the last time I talked and you listened when it was not about you or your tennis? Do you even remember our plans ben?"

"Of course i remember, you said that once you graduated you would be at my games.."

"No. The deal was for us to get engaged. See? You can't even recall what you promised me two years ago." You say interrupting him.

"See! We have plans. You can't quit on us, on something we have been thinking and planning for so long.." Ben put his hand over yours "If it's a ring that you want, that's what i get you, just don't.. don't go. I'm so sorry I've been away, it's just that this year has been so much to me.."

You nod, taking a step back and scooping your hand off his.

"I don't want to be a consolation prize ben. You know better than anyone that I'm the most supportive person of your future, I don't mind you playing, you focusing.. what bothers me is that this is all you ever think about. I'm never on your mind, not even when I'm here or when I'm telling you things, you just tend to zone out whenever the words that i say are not related to tennis.''

Ben froze with your words. He could not believe that's how you saw him after so long of being together "Please, don't say that, you are all that matters to me.. I need you."

"I stopped being the thing that mattered the most a long time ago, now all that you want is another huge check on your account. I will not settle for this."

"Please Y/N don't say that, give me one chance to prove you"

"Ben, just leave" I get up pointing at the door. "No more scenes, just go."

He looked at you with a deep sense of sadness in his eyes, you never saw your boyfriend with such a sorrow in his face, not even when you saw him lose the most important matches, but now there was no stepping back.

"You can't do that, I love you." Ben said as he gets closer to you, just a few steps from the door.

"We stopped loving eachother several months ago." You swallow the words as they come out of your month, it had still a sense of weirdness in accepting your fate and seeing that your destiny was not him. Not anymore.

Ben nods as a tear fell from his eyes. "I'm sorry, I really am. Do you really want me to go?"

"I do. Please." You reply looking away from him, avoiding eye contact with every strenght you still had in your body.

"Will we meet again?" He asks with his hand on the door handle.

"I have no idea." You sigh "Goodbye Benjamin."

Ben opened the door and your eyes met for the last time. It was a long time coming. Time froze around you both and the last glance went on for five minutes, the last look on the eyes of the person you spent the past four years staring into every given second. This would never happen again, not in this lifetime, and all you felt was sorry.

"I will miss you" He did not say with his voice, but he mimic with his month as he closed the door before any answer.

maybe in another lifetime. maybe in another universe all our plans would've worked out.