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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 7 Evil Exes ™️ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

main pairing: Aaron Warner x f!reader

synopsis: Aaron Warner is not sure about many things, but he is sure as hell that he can be a better boyfriend than your exes.

content warnings: modern au, jealous Aaron Warner, bisexual reader, hinted one-sided rivalry (if u squint enough), use of y/n, profanities, making out, kissing, playgirl!reader, swear words, pining, slow burn..

« words: 17,899 (I know. I KNOW.) ┇ao3┇wattpad┇ reblogs appreciated! »

🪩:: voicemail; read my other aaron warner fics here.

authors note: It’s finally here!!! Please let me know your opinion or what you think about this!! Love you alll 🫶 I suggest reading it in ao3 btw, it’s much more easier imo andd not beta read sorry.

PRESENT. (2040)

Aaron Warner Doesn’t Get Jealous. (Or that’s the lie he keep telling at himself for the past few years)

He’s not really someone who got jealous, I mean, what would a man like him be jealous of?

Jealousy, in Warner’s meticulous worldview, was an emotion akin to unruly chaos. It required an admission of vulnerability, an acknowledgment that something, or in this case, someone, held the power to disrupt the carefully constructed equilibrium of his life. It was a sentiment he considered beneath him, beneath the carefully honed image of composure he projected to the world.

He was Aaron Warner, unflinching and composed. Jealousy required acknowledging vulnerabilities that he refused to expose. He has always prided himself on his unyielding control, the ironclad grip he maintained on every aspect of his life.

Yet, there were moments, like the one he was currently experiencing, that threatened his carefully constructed facade.

The party was in full swing, the atmosphere vibrant and charged. Laughter and music filled the air, and Warner stood amidst the throng of people, a glass of whiskey in hand. As he stood in the corner of the room, glaring daggers at the scene of you and kenji dancing in the middle of the dance floor, Warner could not deny the storm of emotions brewing within him.

He took a sip of his whiskey, his refined taste for the finer things momentarily overshadowed by the fire igniting in his chest. He had been observing the situation with detachment, or so he had tried to convince himself.

Yet, each chuckle that escaped your lips, every shy smile directed at that interloper, seemed to slice through his veneer of indifference like a dagger. Warner’s green eyes narrowed as he watched you, dissecting every nuance of the encounter. He saw the way your hair fell just so across your shoulders, the way your eyes sparkled with genuine amusement. And then, there was that touch – innocent, yes, but it still sent tendrils of anger curling around his heart, grip tightening around the glass cup.

“You alright there, Warner?” A voice chimed in, interrupting his train of thoughts. It was Nazeera, her observant eyes noticing the situation.

“Perfectly,” he replied curtly, his gaze still fixed on you.

Nazeera followed his line of sight and smirked. “Ah, I see. Jealousy does not suit you, Warner.”

Warner’s jaw clenched. “I am not jealous.”

Nazeera raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Jealousy requires emotions, which you find terribly unrefined. But as you stand here, glaring at the sight of poor y/n and kenji who’s unwittingly— or should I say unwillingly caught your ire, I’d say you are feeling downright murderous.”

Warner’s irritation flared. “I assure you, I’m simply observing. Run along.”

Nazeera chuckled knowingly. “Right, observing with the intensity of a hawk about to swoop down on its prey.”

Warner’s eyes flickered to her, irritation now can be seen at his face “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Immensely” she replied, her grin widening. “But don’t fret, Warner. Jealousy happens to the best of us, even those who pride themselves on being unemotional”

Aaron only huffs in response. He took another sip of his whiskey, his gaze drifting back to you. Nazeera only watches him with amusement.

“They were supposed to be broken up,” he said, breaking the silence and now looki— no, glaring fire and daggers at Kenji.

“And why do you care?” Juliette Ferrars appeared, arms linked in with none other than Adam Kent who is smirking, clearly enjoying the scene unfolding in his eyes.

Nazeera smiled mischievously. “Yes, Warner, why do you care?” Aaron rolled his eyes taking a long gulp of his whiskey.

Why did he care?

Aaron Warner really had nothing against your past lovers—He simply believed that they all don’t deserve you and that he thought that he would fit in so much better in their place.

He could be a better boyfriend than all of them.

You see, You had what Aaron Warner liked to call 7 Evil Exes, except some of them were not really evil and some of them were not really exes. but that is what he likes to call them and a secret he clung to in the privacy of his mind.

Nazeera Ibrahim.

New Years Day Party, Circa 2035.

It was New Year’s Day, Aaron’s father had forced him again to come to a party with his business partners to celebrate.

As he entered the ballroom where the teenagers who were also dragged along by their parents were hanging out, Warner heard you and nazeera's loud, booming, and obnoxious laugh.

Recently, there hadn’t been a time when Aaron was with Nazeera that you weren’t accompanying them. And perhaps, if Aaron did not have such a terrible time making friends, he might not have ended up spending as much time hanging along with Nazeera Ibrahim.

The opulent ballroom was ablaze with twinkling chandeliers and a sea of elegantly dressed individuals. It was the kind of event that drew the city’s elite, where the power plays of the wealthy and influential were disguised behind smiles and clinking glasses.

Aaron Warner, however, had always found such gatherings a tiresome spectacle. Tonight was no different.

“Double A,” a voice chimed in, it was none other than Kenji Kishimoto. Warner hated that nickname and most especially kishimoto. “Upset that your rival is not giving you any attention?” He teased. “Go away.” Warner replied as he took a drink to his wine.

“In case you haven't noticed, this is a party – a gathering designed for enjoyment, y’know.” Warner only rolled his eyes in response , “I’m aware. Get out.”

“What’s with the face, sour patch? It’s New Year’s Eve, are you really starting your year with a brooding face? How boring”

“Go. Away.” He warned. Kenji only huffs in response as he leaves.

“Oh look who we have here,” you suddenly said behind Warner. “What are you doing here at the corner?” You stated. “None of your business.” He replied, bored.

“You are no fun, Aaron.” Oh God. “Fun might not be my forte then.” Warner said, sarcasm visible to his voice.

“You chat like a full-on adult – did you clock that?” You mumbled. Clearly not sober, you speaking to him and being ‘nice’ kinda give it away.

“Why aren’t you out there having a blast with us?” you prodded Warner’s arm. ”Why? You all seem to be enjoying yourselves just fine. Nazeera is,” Aaron murmured to himself.

“You do realize that we consider you a friend too, right? It is not just Nazeera.”

“When was the last time I spent time with you without Nazeera around?” Warner said, harshly. “I am not your friend, l/n.” He continued. “Oh, definitely not. But you are the biggest asshole I know.” You said teasingly as you laughed.

God. He kinda hates you.

“Oh, why thank you” Warner replied as he gave you a mocking smile. You only roll your eyes in response and leave, which is a dismay to Aaron.

He had been content in his corner, a place where he could observe without being observed, where he could distance himself from the shallow conversations and frivolous indulgence.

But his decision to leave his little corner had now made him an unwilling witness to a scene that mirrored a teenage sleepover rather than a high-society event, now he was an unwilling witness to the spectacle unfolding, a circle of friends, a bottle spinning, and raucous laughter as it determined the next victim.

It was all so juvenile, so beneath him. He didn’t care. No, he really did not. He exhaled a silent sigh, his eyes scanning the crowd. That’s when he saw you – a flash of mischief in your eyes as you joined the circle.

A mix of anticipation and amusement danced across your features, and for a moment, Aaron found his gaze inexplicably drawn to you.

The bottle pointed at you, and you met his gaze with a mix of anticipation and mischief. He couldn’t help but notice how your smile was brighter tonight, your eyes alight with the shared secrets of the game.

The bottle spun, slowly losing momentum before finally settling.

Nazeera.

The bottle had chosen Nazeera Ibrahim, and Aaron could not help but feel his gut tighten. Nazeera, with her quick wit and unapologetic charm, leaned in and brushed her lips against yours. The room erupted into cheers, the celebration of a simple, harmless act. Aaron downed the rest of his whiskey, his facade barely holding as he looked away.

He did not care. No, he really didn’t. It was a game, a meaningless gesture, and his rational mind understood that. But as he watched you and Nazeera exchange a knowing smile, a spark of anger flared within him, and he was left grappling with an unsettling truth he refused to acknowledge.

The room's energy was infectious, intoxicating, and it stirred something within him he had long suppressed. He downed the rest of his whiskey, its warmth barely soothing the tension in his chest.

___

The party continued, the spectacle of the game morphing into a dance of bodies and laughter. Aaron moved through the crowd with his usual grace, exchanging pleasantries and polite smiles. As the night waned, the festivities evolved into a more intimate gathering. Aaron found himself once again near the circle, his eyes discreetly observing.

His attention was drawn back to you – your laughter, your smile, the easy camaraderie you shared with those around you. And that spark of anger, the one he had tried to suppress, grew stronger.

The noise seemed to fade around him as he stood there, his thoughts a tempest of confusion and contradiction. He had been adamant that he did not care, that he was above the trivialities of the game. Yet, as he looked at you, a realization began to crystallize.

It was not about the kiss.

His internal debate was disrupted when Nazeera approached him, her gaze sharp and perceptive. ”What's eating at you, Warner?”

He gave her a sidelong glance, his features carefully composed. “Nothing worth mentioning.”

She chuckled, a knowing glint in her eyes. “I’ve known you long enough to recognize when something’s bothering you.”

He met her gaze, his voice firm. “It’s none of your concern, Ibrahim.”

She leaned in, her voice a whisper that held a hint of teasing. “You know, it’s okay to be bothered by something, even if you pretend otherwise. You don’t fool me, Aaron Warner.”

With that, she walked away, leaving Aaron to wrestle with the turmoil within him. He moved to a quieter corner of the room, his thoughts a tumultuous storm.

He didn't care. He couldn’t care.

That was the narrative he had woven for himself. But as he stood there, surrounded by the fading echoes of laughter and celebration, the truth began to claw at him.

The anger he felt wasn’t directed at the kiss itself, but at the fact that he had been forced to witness it.

Yeah, he definitely does hate you.

PRESENT.

Warner would not lie; there was a point when he disliked his friend.

It irked him how she was always stuck by your side, hated her for being your first kiss, hated her for the fact that she kissed you, hated her.

And he also hated you for being all nice and friendly, making him feel like he belonged like he’s included, but then turning around and acting like he did not exist. It made him think you chose Nazeera over him in some weird way.

The memory of it was a bitter pill to swallow. Now, he’s watching as Nazeera wrapped her arms around your waist, your laughter intermingling with the music, kishimoto no longer in sight.

Aaron’s jaw clenched as Nazeera’s touch lingered, her fingers grazing your skin.

Then you turned around, your arms snaking around Nazeera’s neck, hugging her from behind. The sight of your intimate embrace, the way your top lifted to reveal a hint of skin, stirred something in him that he could not quite name. He looked away, his irritation magnified by the laughter of Juliette and Adam, who were thoroughly entertained by his discomfort.

“Hey, Warner, you’re missing quite the show,” Juliette teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He forced a half-hearted smile, his gaze avoiding the dance floor. “I’ve seen better.”

Adam chuckled, clapping a hand on Warner’s shoulder. “Come on, man, don’t be such a killjoy. Live a little.” Warner only shoved his hand from his shoulder making Adam and Juliette laugh.

Their voices fell deaf on his ears as his attention was drawn back to you and Nazeera. The two of you seemed lost in your own world.

Warner pressed his lips together, his gaze fixed ahead with an air of annoyance. Even though Nazeera was this kind of ex-but-not-really, he still saw her as one of them. It was not jealousy, not exactly, but Nazeera’s striking resemblance to you made things pretty complicated. You and Nazeera seemed like two sides of the same coin on occasions.

Warner could not help but entertain the thoughts that he might have been a better choice for a first kiss – not that he was particularly yearning for that, though. Kissing you? no way, that would be way too crazy. It was completely out of the question. That was just a wild and outlandish notion, but…

Aaron Warner sure would have been a better first kiss.

But that’s only his own personal opinion. He genuinely has no real interest in it, none whatsoever.

He didn’t really care about you anyway.

Zayden Knox.

Is meeting someone just once and deciding that you already and absolutely loathe them too early? Because Warner was and had already decided he hated Zayden Knox. And if he had to endure another moment in his company, he was fairly certain he might spontaneously combust.

Zayden Knox. Your first Boyfriend. Tall, platinum blond, rich, narcissistic, undoubtedly entitled, and worse, he was dating you. Warner was going to vomit.

Warner could not fathom what you saw in him, what qualities Knox possessed that could warrant your affection? You guys had completed a month of dating – a month that felt like an eternity for Warner.

Aaron scowled as he recalled the incident when Zayden had deliberately taken the seat next to Warner, claiming he wanted to meet your 'cousin'. Cousin.

Warner had left the scene without exchanging a single word.

That was the moment he had decided to loathe Zayden Knox with a burning passion.

The infuriating part was that Zayden had nothing to do with Warner’s feelings for you. It wasn’t a matter of jealousy, or wanting to be in Knox’s place. It was the simple fact that Zayden grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

If Nazeera was a mirror image of you in some respects, Zayden was the polar opposite. He didn’t share your interests, your values, or seemingly any of your virtues.

Warner had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes whenever Zayden spoke, which was far too often. Zayden's conversations were self-centered topics that Warner found utterly infuriating.

Worse yet, he had heard Zayden mock the very things you enjoyed with an air of superiority that made Warner’s blood boil.

He literally did not care about what you liked and even trash-talked the stuff you enjoyed. Knox was shallow and annoying, he seemed like the last person you’d click with. So, the big question was, why did you pick Zayden Knox? Warner could not wrap his head around it.

What the hell had led you to choose someone like Zayden Knox as your first boyfriend?

That was the question Warner couldn’t answer, the puzzle he couldn’t solve. He had witnessed you laugh, engage in meaningful discussions, and show kindness to those around you. Zayden, on the other hand, seemed to be the embodiment of insincerity.

He can be a much better choice.

He can be your first boyfriend yet you have chosen someone who can’t even listen to you talking about the things you adored. Maybe that’s why every time he saw You and Knox in the hallways you guys were kissing and not talking.

___

Halloween Party, Circa 2037.

The Halloween party was in full swing, the mansion adorned with eerie decorations and the air thick with laughter and music. Aaron Warner, His costume was a nod to his own enigmatic aura – dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, reminiscent of the dark, powerful figures from classic films.

It was as if he had embraced the idea of embodying his own enigma, using it to further distance himself from the joviality around him. He stood near the grand staircase, observing the masquerade of guests with his signature air of detached amusement.

He had begrudgingly agreed to attend this event, knowing that it was an opportunity for him to judge rich people’s choice of clothes. His attention, however, kept gravitating towards the entrance, his gaze settling on the crowd as the guests flowed in.

And then he saw you, (with Zayden Knox beside you, which Warner has completely ignored.) a vision of mischief and charm, you entered like a phantom, a vision of allure and danger wrapped in an enigma.

The black dress clung to your curves, the fabric flowing like liquid silk with each step she took. The dress itself was simple in design, yet its effect was anything but a slit up at your thigh, a dagger can be seen that it’s attached to your thighs, a fake gun was holstered at your side, a prop that lent authenticity to your costume of an assassin. Your hair cascaded down your shoulders in loose waves.

The corner of his lips twitched into an almost imperceptible smirk – he had to admit that you had a talent for making an impression.

As the night wore on, he found himself content with his role as an observer. People mingled, danced, and indulged, all while he remained the enigmatic figure lurking in the shadows. He could feel their gazes on him, curious and speculative, their conversations likely rife with speculation about his motives and intentions.

The clinking of champagne glasses and the hum of chatter formed a backdrop to his thoughts, and he did not notice when you approached. It wasn’t until your voice cut through the noise that he turned his attention to you, his expression a mix of mild irritation and genuine intrigue.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the formidable Aaron Warner,” you purred, your tone laced with both taunting and undeniable magnetism.

He arched an eyebrow, a rare hint of amusement ghosting his features. ”And here I thought Halloween was a time for costumes, not insults.”

You chuckled, your laughter infectious even in the midst of the lingering tension. “Oh, but Aaron, don’t you know? Insults are my specialty, no matter the occasion.”

He couldn’t help but be drawn into the banter, “and here I was, hoping for a break from the usual.” He shot back.

“Well, I couldn’t help it. Are you trying to blend into the darkness tonight?” you quipped, your tone laced with a playful challenge.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze meeting yours, “you could say I’m embracing the ambiance.”

“Well, you’re certainly nailing the brooding loner aesthetic.”

Warner resisted the urge to roll his eyes, his lips quirking into a half-smile. ”I’m touched by your assessment,” you only smirk in response. “Why don’t you go run along now.” He continued, more of a statement than a question.

You gasped dramatically, a hand pressed to your heart in feigned hurt. “Wow, eager to get rid of me, Warner? I’m hurt. I thought we had something special!”

Your sarcasm was like a well-practiced melody, each word dripping with playful mockery. You even went so far as to dramatically wipe away non-existent tears from your eyes, the theatricality of the action earning a faint smile from him.

“Never, love.” his tone laced with a mock seriousness that matched your theatrics. You chuckled in response, pink blush coloring your cheeks. Huh. Cute.

“I’ll stay here for awhile, it’s suffocating out there.” you said.

Warner’s eyebrow arched slightly, “Won’t your date miss you?” there’s something in his tone that you couldn’t quite understand.

You met his gaze, ”If I cared about that, I would not be here.”

What? Warner raised an eyebrow, curiosity now visible to his face, “Touché.”

There was a charged silence between you, the tension hovering in the air. The air was heavy with an unspoken tension, a weight that seemed to settle between you as if begging to be addressed. The world around you continued to swirl, the party continued with fancy extravagance that sharply stands out from the complicated feelings brewing underneath.

Finally, Warner turned to you, putting an end to the silence. He blurted out, “Why are you dating Knox?” The question escaped him without restraint.

“What? Why?” Your response seemed defensive.

“He is… just nothing like you,” Warner shrugged dismissively as if he didn’t care. And he didn’t, at least that’s what he believed.

You looked at the landscape beyond the open window, nibbling on your lip. “You know, my friends have been saying the same thing,” you admitted cautiously. Then you turned back to him, looking deeply into his green eyes. Oh God.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Always.”

“I don't like Zayden, not at all,” you finally said, your voice a blend of confidence and vulnerability. There was a quiet honesty in your words, a confession that seemed to hang in the air like a delicate secret.

Warner's brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on you as he processed your words. ”Like you said, he‘s not really my type.”

The uttered and unspoken meanings of the words hovered between you. Warner’s mind raced, piecing together the fragments of a puzzle he hadn’t realized he’d been trying to solve.

“oh.” he managed, his voice laced with a mix of confusion and realization. “Then why are you dating him?”

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, he saw something in your gaze – a flicker of hesitation, a glint of regret. “Everyone around me is dating, and it makes me feel like I’m falling behind, and Zayden was right there and... I don’t like him at all.”

You didn’t like him. You didn’t like Zayden Knox. Well, now it all made a lot more sense.

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his usually sharp mind suddenly feeling a bit scattered. The revelation hit him with an unexpected force, stirring up emotions he hadn’t anticipated. It was strange how he felt relieved.

“You're dating him because you felt pressured,” Warner summarized, his voice quieter than usual, laced with an understanding that bordered on empathy.

You nodded, your gaze dropping to your hands in your lap. “Mhm. It sounds silly when I say it out loud, but it's true. I thought if I had a boyfriend, it would make me feel like I'm on the same page as everyone else.”

Warner studied your profile, the soft curve of your features illuminated by the gentle moonlight. “I understand that feeling,” he admitted, his tone almost hesitant. “The pressure to conform, to fit in. It’s a powerful force.”

You looked up, your eyes meeting him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. “You do?”

He offered a small smile. “Perhaps more than you think. People always assume certain things about me, and sometimes it’s easier to just play along.” There was a shared understanding between you now, a connection that went beyond the surface.

Warner took a deep breath and spoke with a sincerity that surprised even himself.

“Y/N, you are not falling behind,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. “You’re not defined by whether or not you are dating someone. You are young, you’ve got time with you. Besides, love is not just romantical, you can find love in everyday things. It's okay to want and crave it but just because you don’t have it right now doesn’t mean there is something wrong with you.”

Your gaze held his, a mixture of gratitude and contemplation shining in your eyes. “Thank you, Aaron.” He only offered a small smile in return.

“You should get back.” he pointed back to the ballroom.

“Right, they must be finding me right now.” you replied.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t.” You smiled at him and winked. You winked at him. You winked. Good god.

Not a week after that, you broke up with your first boyfriend.

Zayden Knox was the ex that Warner forgot about the most, to be honest. It was not that he didn't notice the end of your relationship; it was just that Zayden seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by other exes that have captured Warner's wrath far more significantly.

Really, anyone would make a better first partner, maybe even him. Warner believes he’d be a way better choice for your first boyfriend, honestly.

The first ones aren’t always all that great, but they have the potential to be, if Aaron Warner was your first.

Astrid Rhodes.

Valentine’s Day, Circa 2038.

Valentine's Day had dawned, and a sense of whimsical romance filled the air. In the heart of someone's abnormally giant garden, a mini tea party event had been set up. The lush greenery and delicate blooms formed the perfect backdrop for the occasion. As the sun's warm embrace bathed the garden, laughter and chatter floated on the breeze.

Among the attendees was Aaron Warner, a figure that commanded attention without seeking it. He entered the garden with a nonchalant stride, his sharp gaze sweeping across the scene. The air was filled with the delicate clinking of teacups and the gentle hum of conversations. But amid the crowd, what managed to escape Warner's notice initially was you.

There you were, sitting on a blanket spread out on the grass, amidst the vivid colors of nature. Your lips were locked in a kiss with a raven-haired girl. The sight hit Warner with an unexpected intensity, igniting a sensation he was quick to suppress.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” a voice spoke behind him, Juliette ferrars. Warner turned to find Ferrars at his side. Her knowing gaze bore into him. Warner stayed silent, a deliberate choice to avoid admitting that there might be a connection between him and you. He grasped the reality that acknowledging it would trap him in that emotion, and he was determined to avoid that outcome. So, denial it was.

“Is that what you two always tell yourself?” Another voice joined in, it was Nazeera. Of course it had to be her. The question took Warner and Juliette completely by surprise.

Warner and Juliette exchanged a glance, bewildered by Nazeera's statement. They turned to follow her gaze, only to realize that she was now looking at you and the raven-haired girl.

“Her name is Astrid Rhodes,” Nazeera informed them, her tone matter-of-fact. “They’ve been seeing each other for about a week now, but trust me, it doesn't carry any weight.”

“I didn’t ask.” Warner's retort was sharp, laced with a hint of sass. Ferrars only scoffed. what?

Nazeera, however, remained unperturbed by their reactions, her gaze still fixed on you. “Y/N is simply exploring something with Rhodes, an experiment of sorts. Nothing serious.” she said as she ignored Warner completely.

Juliette sighed in defeat.

Oh. oh. Jesus Christ.

“You like her?” Warner shot Juliette a look that ferrars can’t comprehend as he questioned her.

“And what about it?” Ferrars replied, as she raised her eyebrows, taunting warner.

“Oh, come now, Ferrars. Don’t pretend you don’t understand the significance of such a question.” Warner responded.

“Significance? Please enlighten me, Warner. I'm all ears.” Juliette said, looking rather annoyed. Warner only ignored her, leaving the scene as he sat on a chair in the less crowded space. Unfortunately for him, Ibrahim and Ferrars have followed him, taking seats beside him. So, God help me.

“I only like her. It’s different from being in love with her, nazeera.” Ferrars stated as she sat in front of him, nazeera scoffed, “sure, j” Ibrahim remarked, clearly not believing ferrars. “I’m being serious! I don’t love her, I can’t.” Ferrars defended herself, stupidly.

“Are you saying you've never felt anything remotely close to affection, Ferrars?” Warner retorted, “Oh, please. Don’t make this about me, Warner. We’re gonna discuss your sudden fascination.” Ferrars declared.

“Fascination, you say? I think you’re giving yourself too much credit. It's called observation.” Warner uttered coldly.

Juliette snorted, “Of course, because watching someone with such intensity is purely an observational exercise.”

"Exactly. Just like observing a laboratory experiment," Warner countered, “You know, with variables, hypotheses, and unexpected outcomes.”

“Ah, so y/n is an experiment now? What’s next? Are you going to write a research paper on her tendencies?” Juliette retorted quickly.

Warner chuckled, “Perhaps a series of articles, titled ‘The Curious Case of Y/N L/N’”

Before their jabs could continue, Nazeera intervened, her presence a stark interruption to their exchange.

“Could you two save the investigative journalism for later?” Nazeera quipped, a knowing smile curving her lips.

Warner and Juliette scowelled, both momentarily taken aback by Nazeera’s interruption. It was as if she could sense the undercurrents of their conversation.

“Something tells me you have more interesting things to discuss,” Nazeera continued, her gaze flickering toward you and Astrid Rhodes, who were still engrossed in their own world.

Warner’s jaw tightened slightly, his thoughts a tangled mess. Nazeera had a way of cutting through pretenses, of bringing the truth to light in a way that was both disconcerting and strangely refreshing. Juliette sighed, her defiance momentarily giving way to resignation.

“Why Don’t you tell me something about Rhodes so that I can properly despise her.” Juliette’s voice cut through, laced with a mix of bitterness and curiosity. Her words hung in the air like a challenge, Nazeera’s lips twitched, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. With a nod, she leaned back, ready to unravel the tapestry of Astrid Rhodes’ reputation.

“Ah, Astrid Rhodes,” Nazeera began, her tone carrying a mix of amusement and exasperation. “A name that triggers a range of emotions in anyone who’s had the displeasure of crossing paths with her.”

Juliette’s eyes bore into Nazeera, the desire for information evident in her gaze. Warner’s interest was piqued as well. Ibrahim keeps talking about Rhodes for the past few minutes.

Apparently, Astrid Rhodes is an absolute nightmare.

After Warner survived Zayden Knox’s awful personality and relationship with you, you started dating someone who’s a hundred times more annoying.

Astrid Rhodes. Hell, you never learn do you? It’s clear that Rhodes is not really a good choice to have someone as significant other. She was Toxic, Manipulative, gold digger, and most importantly a cheater. She has multiple allegations of cheating on her past lovers, which she constantly denies. Jesus Christ.

Warner entered a vacant room to get away from everyone for a moment, he was overwhelmed with everything. He saw the door swung open, finding you entering the very same room, you locked eyes with him, shocked.

“Hey, Aaron.” You greeted, taking a step in front of him.

“Hey yourself.” he replied, a smirk tugging his lips.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, while inspecting the room.

“To avoid everyone talking to me, they keep hovering over me. What about you?” Warner asked back, looking around the room.

“Taking a breather. Everyones being a bitch.” you replied, smirking down at warner.

“You know, You’re not as invincible as you think, Warner. One day, you’ll be knocked off your pedestal.” you added as you watched him stepping closer to you, the proximity between you both electric.

“And you think you're the one to do it?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the challenge in his eyes a dare you could not resist. “Watch me.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile, a glint of something more in his gaze. “Perhaps I will.”

“You know everyone keeps comparing me to you, it’s getting annoying, really” you suddenly said, starting a conversation so it won’t be awkward.

“Oh yeah?” Warner said, smirking. His eyes on you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

“Yeah—God, I hate you.” you muttered

“Say it again.” he countered and you feel like you are going insane. Oh My god.

“Would you love me to whisper it in your ears?” You teased back.

Warner was speechless. Aaron warner doesn’t get speechless—yet here he is. A comfortable silence settles between you two, The tension between you two crackled like electricity. As your teasing reached its crescendo, a moment of silence suddenly settled over you guys. The heated exchange had given way to an unexpected pause, and your eyes met his. In that unguarded second, the tension shifted from amusement to something else entirely.

“Aaron?” you questioned, noticing his silence.

“You gotta stop doing that.” he mumbled.

“doing what?”

Saying things that makes me want to kiss you.

Silence.

Warner found himself drawn closer to you, a gravitational force he couldn’t resist. The background noise faded into a distant hum as he closed the physical gap between you and him, only a meter away. The playful glint in his eyes had transformed into something more primal, more intimate. He’s now looking at your eyes then to your lips.

God, He wanted to kiss you and kiss you and kiss you over and over again. Hell, he was going insane. Do people normally lose their mind like this?

He couldn’t fight again. He couldn’t. If you kissed him right then and there he wouldn’t be able to do anything but kiss you back. And he’s afraid that he won’t be able to stop.

So Warner did the imaginable. He cupped the back of your neck and pressed his forehead to yours, feeling your breath on his lips. With that, he cupped your cheeks, green eyes drawing to yours, he shooed some hair strands from your face.

Aaron can’t breathe. It’s like you have stolen every oxygen he has.

You put your hands to his waist, and it was over.

So, he kissed you. He kissed you. Without warning, without permission, without thinking. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else. He had to grab back the breath you were holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back.

The kiss began to get more heated as he grabbed your waist and pulled you in close. Your hands wandered his back as he grasped at you. He kissed you and you kept kissing him back. Before giving you a calm kiss on the neck, Warner’s mouth lingered over your skin. He might even taste your skin. In his case, it was needed.

He needed to do it, and he was not going to leave the room until he had. He deepened his kiss by wetting your flesh. With the knowledge that it would leave a mark, he sucked and held it between his teeth.

It was also what he longed for since it was his only opportunity to be with you. With every whisper and every plea that you made for him, he felt the skin of your throat vibrate.

After a while, you guys pulled apart, stunned looks visible to each other. He saw the mark on your neck and he couldn’t help but feel proud about it. A hickey on your neck. And it was him. Aaron Warner who had done it.

He had tasted your skin.

Warner opened his mouth to speak but he quickly closed it, unable to form some words to his mouth.

“Aaron-” You started but Warner was quick to shut you up by raising his index finger.

“Don’t say anything.” he told you with a sorry eyes and he left.

He fucking left.

___

Never before have you experienced being so entirely consumed by a kiss. Suddenly, the void that existed between the two of you ruptures into a whirlwind of sensations. Warner’s heart skips its rhythmic beats; his hands desperately pull you closer, attempting to erase any remaining distance.

The taste of you on his lips is a revelation, making him aware of a profound hunger that had been gnawing at him. Though there have been previous kisses, none have ignited him with such an all-encompassing fire. The passage of time becomes a blurred concept—perhaps it’s a fleeting minute, or it could be an endless hour.

The only certainty is the memory of that kiss, the gentle caress of your skin against his, and the realization that, even without prior knowledge, he has been longing for this very moment throughout eternity.

Kissing You is like getting struck a million times by lightning. The way our lips initially brush before melting together has a thrilling intensity. His ears are able to hear the beat of your heart.

His stomach’s begging fire keeps burning hot and boldly, seeping through layers of muscle radiating heat off his skin. It burns inside him like a forest fire and radiates the aroma of sin and the sanctuary.

In contrast, every breath taken by you; the person whose lips taste like sea salt and fresh snow causes his lungs to fill with water, causing him to be drowned helplessly.

As consuming as it is, Aaron Warner’s primal desires carve a divide between you and harsher traits. He becomes a pristine canvas under your touch, molded by your influence, and he has never been this close to God before.

He knows a religion and God has no use to people like him, but God, you are a temple and He is a sinner in need somewhere to worship.

He feels your soul entangle and untangle an endless cataclysmic cycle as both of your tongues engage in a wedding dance, sending him to the highest of highs and sending him drifting

down,

down.

Down into a glorious drop.

He is sent into a stupor by your hands because they are destitute and devouring. His desires, deceitfully sweet, stain his clothing with sin and sweetness Warner welcomes the waves with all the lightning, fire, drowning, and heaven-and-hell he can muster despite the waves getting rougher and calmer with each passing minute.

Aaron Warner is at your mercy.

___

Weeks goes by since the kiss happened on Valentines day, warner has found himself thinking about you than a normal person would be. Now, he’s strutting down the hallways of the school and then, he sees You and Astrid Rhodes. She was sucking at your neck. He tightened his lips and left the scene quickly.

However, he couldn’t help but believe Astrid Rhodes wasn’t worthy of tasting your skin.

No, not at all.

___

Warner have decided to hate Astrid Rhodes with burning passion. The way she always flirt with other people despite having a situation-ship with you, the way she have always used your name in her needs, the way she asked for your money, the way she manipulates you, the way she mock you behind your back and the way that she always swear in every word she ever uttered. It’s like she’s a kid who learned a new word that she keeps using.

Praying for Astrid Rhodes’ downfall is not enough, he needed to participate in it.

So, Warner took things into his hands.

As Astrid’s accusatory words sliced through the charged atmosphere, Warner’s gaze remained unyielding, a calm facade masking the tumultuous storm beneath. Her reaction was expected – after all, he had just confronted her about something he had witnessed, something that had ignited the flames of his determination to expose the truth.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Warner!?” She shouted at him, voice rose with anger. “You are fucking crazy, stop making up things you fucker” Rhodes continued. Warner has caught her making out with someone, and apparently Rhodes did not take it well when he told her that he’s going to tell you of what he saw.

“Does that make you feel better?” Warner said, bored eyes clear on his face.

“Excuse me?” Astrid furrowed her eyebrows.

“Cursing. Is it an essential component you can’t live without? The constant repetition of those crude and vulgar language in every sentence you utter is truly unbearable.” Warner’s voice speaks so confidently as he towers over Rhodes, whose eyes filled with rage.

“You know, Y/N does not like people who swear a lot. I’m sure she will break up with you sooner or later, no doubt.”

The palpable tension in the room hung heavy, almost suffocating, as Aaron Warner faced Astrid Rhodes with an intensity that matched the burning passion he felt within. There was no denying the ire that had taken root in his heart, festering with each of Astrid’s actions that grated on his nerves like sandpaper against his skin.

Astrid’s eyes sparked with a mixture of fury and defiance, her nostrils flaring as her fists clenched at her sides.

“Oh, so you're the judge of what's insufferable now?” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “Is that your new role in this little drama?”

Warner’s expression remained unflinching, his gaze piercing through the chaos of their exchange. “It’s merely an observation,” he replied calmly. "And observations tend to highlight patterns. In your case, it’s the pattern of manipulation, profanity, and disrespect."

Astrid's eyes blazed with a fire that matched her fiery words. “And why the fuck do you care, Warner? It’s not your life, your relationship, your problem. So, fuck off.”

Warner's lips curved into a knowing smile, a spark of challenge in his eyes. “Oh, but that’s where you’re mistaken, Astrid. It has become my problem when it involves someone who’s… family’s close to mine.”

The air between them crackled with tension, his words hanging in the space between them like a charged current. Astrid’s posture wavered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she straightened herself, her defense mechanisms snapping back into place.

“Y/N doesn't need you fighting her battles, Warner,” Astrid retorted, her tone dripping with disdain. “If she hasn’t noticed your chivalrous efforts by now, maybe it’s time to accept that you're not the hero she’s been waiting for.”

Warner’s gaze remained unwavering, his voice tinged with a mixture of resolve and frustration. “Maybe it’s time for you to understand that genuine care doesn’t require fanfare, Rhodes. And maybe it’s time for you to grasp that the person you're manipulating and using deserves better than this.”

Astrid’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and disbelief, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. “You don't know anything about us, Warner.” Warner leaned in slightly, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. “I know enough to see through the facade. I know enough to recognize when someone is taking advantage of someone else’s kindness.”

Astrid's laughter was bitter, a sound that resonated with a hint of desperation. “You’re so damn self-righteous, aren’t you? Acting as if you’re the hero of your own story, here to save the day.”

Warner’s expression was unyielding, his words measured and unwavering. “I’m not here to be a hero, Rhodes. I’m here to ensure that someone isn't being hurt by someone who claims to care about them.”

The silence that followed hung thick in the air, a poignant reminder of the tangled emotions and complex dynamics at play. Warner’s gaze never wavered, his stance unyielding as he awaited Astrid’s response.

Finally, she spoke, her voice laced with a mix of defiance and resignation.

“You’re deluded if you think you can change anything, Warner. Y/N will see through your charade sooner or later.”

Warner’s lips curved into a rueful smile, he laughed incredulously, making Rhodes look stupid. “That’s so much coming from you, hypocrite.”

As his words flew out of his mouth, the room felt heavy with the weight of tension. Astrid Rhodes stormed out after that.

___

A day after that, Warner heard a commotion outside the library, he heard a shout that he knew who the owner was as he had received the same one just yesterday, Astrid Rhodes. As he entered the common room, Warner got greeted by Astrid Rhodes shouting profanities, rude things, and accusing you of cheating on her. Warner couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Rhodes has the nerve and audacity, doesn’t she?

Choosing to remain inconspicuous, Warner settled into a quiet corner where he could observe the unfolding drama without drawing attention to himself. It seemed the entire room was aware that Astrid was weaving a web of lies, yet they were captivated by the scene as it played out. Glancing up at you, he noted your bored and unamused expression, flanked by friends who were shooting daggers at the girl.

“How could you fucking do this to me!? After all we’ve been through! You are so fucking unbelievable!” Rhodes shouted as she sobs at her hands.

Warner heard a few murmurs beside him.

“Damn she’s committed to this act, isn’t she?”

“Best actress goes to Astrid Rhodes!”

“Nah, this is wild. She have the fucking audacity it’s funny.”

“Do she expect everyone to believe her bullshit this time”

“She’s so bad at this shit. I’m out”

“People like her give theater kids a bad name.”

“Kudos to her for having the fucking nerve to pull a stunt like this ‘cause I would never”

“I’m done with you! We’re done, y/n. I’m never seeing you again.” Rhodes added, she has also added a few more insults and vulgar words. She looked at you expecting an answer.

Warner saw you sighed and put both of your hands to your lap as you stood up,

“Are you done with your theatratics now?”

You question with a monotone voice, laughter can be heard from few people.

Astrid only stared at you bewildered and ran outside the room while shut the door harshly. Everyone is now laughing while they gossip about what just happened.

“Alright, Show is over, everyone!” Kishimoto shouted.

Warner comes out of the corner, taking a step to you, “y/n?” He called out. Warner was sent with a curious look from everyone. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “care to join me outside?” You nodded as you followed Aaron Warner outside to go to the field.

“Well, that’s quite a funny show.” He started, you laughed at his statement.

“Yeah, we’ll, I’ve been expecting it, really” you said while laughing.

“Congratulations either way, you’re finally free from that psycho.” He said, green eyes looking at you once again, amused.

“Oh why thank you, dear.” You replied with the same tone he used.

“Honestly, I don’t know how she thought that would work,” you said with an incredulous shake of your head. “It was like watching a bad soap opera.”

Warner chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling. “I must admit, she’s not exactly the most convincing actress.”

“She should probably stick to other pursuits,” you added with a teasing grin.

“I agree. Perhaps she could take up interpretive dance or something equally entertaining,” Warner replied, a playful glint in his gaze.

You both shared a genuine laugh, silence then took over the air as you guys settled in a particular tree, you both took a seat to its shadow.

“Sooo…” you started, awkwardness settling the air.

Warner laughed at this. A smile took over his face and then you stopped laughing, noticing something in his face. Dimples. Aaron Warner has dimples. Oh sweet Jesus.

Warner took notice of this, “what’s wrong?” He asked. You shake your head as you drag your finger to poke at his dimples. Warner froze at this action, you took away your finger from his cheek as you looked away for a moment, feeling embarrassed.

“Sorry. Just noticed your dimples. It’s cute.” You started with rosy cheeks painted on your face.

“Yeah?” He asked smugly. Oh god this egotistical man. You only hummed in response.

Silence took over once again.

“So, are we gonna talk about what happened on Valentine’s Day?” You started once again. Warner however visibly froze at this.

“Listen, y/n, I apologize for my action, really. It was a mist-“ before he could finish his sentence you cut him with a question.

“Do you regret it?” You asked. Warner looked hesitant for a second before he opened his mouth.

“No. I didn’t.” In fact, he would do it over and over again if you would let him.

Warner opened his mouth to apologize again but you once again cut him off but this time, by kissing him.

You have kissed him. You have kissed Aaron Warner. You kissed him. And you keep kissing him.

Everything is now shattered.

Warner was surprised with this but he then went with it.

You then climbed up to his lap as he pulled you closer to him, hands now at your lower back and to your waist.

As your lips journeyed down the curve of his neck, Warner experienced a sensation akin to hot wax trailing over his skin. The heat of your touch left an indelible mark on his senses, searing a path that he longed to be etched into his very being. There was an urgency in his desire, a need for that imprint to be imprinted with a fervency that matched the fire igniting within him.

Every brush of your lips felt like a deliberate touch of molten heat, the intensity of your movements branding him in a way that transcended the physical realm. It was as though your touch held the power to carve a mark into his very soul, to leave an impression that would linger long after the moment had passed.

Warner's thoughts raced, the pounding of his heart matching the rhythm of your explorations. He found himself craving the sensation of your touch, yearning for it to leave a lasting reminder of this shared intimacy. He wanted more than just a fleeting connection – he wanted a testament, a symbol that would endure even when the fervor of the moment subsided.

In that instant, he realized that this was more than just a physical exchange. It was a declaration, a silent plea for permanence, a desire to mark this moment in a way that words could never encapsulate. The sensation of your lips against his skin was both an offering and a promise.

As your lips continued their descent, Warner surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotions surging within him. He allowed himself to be consumed by the heat of the moment, the fervent desire for a mark that would transcend the boundaries of time and space. He craved the sensation of your touch, the imprints of your presence on his skin serving as a tangible reminder of this shared vulnerability.

And as your lips met the juncture where his neck met his collarbone, a surge of longing coursed through him. He wanted this mark to be a testament to more than just physical desire – he wanted it to encapsulate the layers of emotion that had woven themselves into their complex dynamic.

In that moment, as your lips lingered against his skin, Warner felt a mixture of vulnerability and strength. He surrendered to the intensity of his desire, allowing it to consume him in a way he had never thought possible.

You both stayed like that for a while, not until Kishimoto's voice was heard calling your name from a distance. When you both pull away you guys have a red face and we’re breathing heavily.

As you walked away, Warner was left with the lingering heat of your touch, the mark you had left behind serving as a testament to the moment they had shared. And as he traced the invisible imprint with his fingertips. What just happened?

___

Week later, Astrid Rhodes got expelled from the school. The reason? No one knows.

Not long after that incident, Warner heard the most horrid thing ever known to a man the moment he heard that you began your very long and confusing on and off relationship with Kenji Kishimoto.

God damn it.

Juliette Ferrars.

You and Kishimoto broke up once again for the second time this year, a month in from your break up, you have a new girlfriend. The same can also be said from kishimoto.

He remembered very well that it was the day on March 21st when you announced your relationship with Juliette Ferrars. Juliette Bloody Ferrars. Juliette Perfect Ferrars. Your newest girlfriend.

Juliette was really a step up from Rhodes, everybody could agree on that.

Ferrars was gorgeous, ambitious, confident.

And she was extremely smart, Juliette Ferrars was the dream of any parents for their children. You even had taken her to meet your parents.

____

Juliette Ferrars Birthday Party,

May of 8th, Circa 2038.

The night was alive with the promise of celebration as he made his way to Ferrar’s birthday party. The stars above were scattered like diamonds across the velvety canvas of the sky, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and laughter. The venue glowed with twinkling fairy lights, casting a warm and inviting glow that welcomed all who approached.

As Warner walked up to the entrance, the sounds of music and chatter grew louder, creating a vibrant backdrop for the festivities. The door swung open, revealing a scene of merriment. Colorful decorations adorned the walls, and a table groaned under the weight of tantalizing treats and a towering birthday cake.

Warner stepped into the vibrant atmosphere of the party, the lively energy wrapping around him like a warm embrace. The chatter of friends catching up and the clinking of glasses created a harmonious symphony that echoed through the room. Balloons in a riot of colors hovered above, swaying gently as if dancing to the rhythm of the music.

As soon as he entered, he saw you.

Amidst the lively crowd, Warner’s eyes were drawn to you. There you were, amidst a whirlwind of movement, dancing with none other than the birthday girl, Juliette Ferrars. Your smile was a beacon of pure joy, radiating the kind of happiness that could light up the entire room. Warner’s heart seemed to skip a beat as he watched the two of you move in sync, the laughter on your lips infectious.

Juliette, with her graceful movements, complemented your dance perfectly. It was as if the two of you were lost in a world of your own, the surrounding party fading into the background. As soon as you twirl Ferrars around, you kiss her and when you pull away, you guys laugh, you look around the room and you’ve caught a familiar gorgeous green eyes. You smiled At Warner, about to wave at him but Ferrars caught you in another kiss.

It hit him like a knife to the heart. He hoped his face didn’t express the disappointment he felt.

Why does he feel like this?

He doesn’t care. He should not. Aaron keeps thinking the same dialogue over and over again in his head. He doesn’t care. He really didn't, So, he found himself in a mini bar drinking his bitterness away.

The soft glow of the bar’s neon sign beckoned like a warm beacon on a cool evening, the gentle hum of chatter and clinking glasses creating a comfortable backdrop. The air was thick with the aroma of various drinks, and the low murmur of conversations of the other guest beside him.

Settling onto a barstool, Warner ordered another one of his preferred drinks and watched as the bartender expertly mixed it. The clinking of ice cubes and the sound of liquid pouring were oddly soothing. God, he’s dru—no, just tipsy.

As Warner took another sip, a presence approached the bar. It was Ferrars. Hell, what would she want from him now? Parade her win? She slipped onto the stool beside him, a smile playing on her lips. “Well, well, fancy meeting you here.” Warner only hummed in response that made Ferrars scoff. He heard her ordered a drink for herself.

“Why don’t you join us outside, Warner? Instead of just sticking yourself in this bar.” Ferrars started as she took a sip of her drink after saying those words.

“This party is boring.” Warner said, plainly.

“This is my birthday party.” Juliette deadpanned.

“Oh, right.” Warner only received an eyebrow raise in response, expecting something from him. Hell.

“Happy birthday.” Warner said with a sarcastic and plain tone.

“Wow. Okay. Thank you.” Juliette says, “My lo—y/n talked about you.” Ferrars continued. Warner had caught the slipped up of the pet name. My love. Hell, Warner is gonna vomit.

“Only good ones I hope.” He replied as he took a sip to his drink.

“She told me The Camping Trip incident.” Juliette says as she laughed, recalling the story that you have told her.

Warner was surprised. “Oh that,” he chuckled, the memories flooding back. “We practically lived on marshmallows and terrible ghost stories.”

Ferrars laughed, her expression a mixture of fondness and amusement. “And that time you guys got lost in the woods, and you were convinced that you all were in some kind of Blair Witch scenario.” Warner scowled in response.

“Hey, it was dark, and those trees all look the same!” Warner reasoned. Juliette only laughed harder.

“Didn’t you try fighting a bear? Surely you can’t reason that stupid action.” She says as she looks at Warner, challenging him.

“I was young.” Warner defended himself. Juliette only hummed as she drank her glass.

“You were young and stupid, Aaron.” The next voice that sounded through the kitchen made Warner’s heart stop for a moment. Warner saw Ferrars go to you to link her arm through yours.

He needs another drink.

“Was I?” He countered with a smirk.

You laughed in return, mirroring his smirk.

“My darling, shall we dance? It will be midnight soon. My birthday would end in like 30 minutes.” Juliette said, looking between You and Warner with a frown.

“Oh, sure, love,” you kissed her lips and led her back to the party. Warner felt himself breathing again when you were out of sight.

____

In a matter of moments, Warner found himself aimlessly wandering through the sprawling house, Laughter echoed in the halls, intertwined with the gentle strains of music.

Every door he passed seemed to hold a couple engrossed in their own world, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sheer display of affection in hoping to discover a new vacant bathroom that wasn't occupied by overly affectionate couples lost in each other's company, as the party started to wind down, Warner found himself outside Juliette Ferrars room.

He was not intentionally eavesdropping, but the voices from inside were hard to ignore.

“It’s just... it’s complicated, okay?” your voice sounded frustrated.

“And I get that, but it feels like you are not fully here with me,” Juliette's voice responded, a blend of hurt and concern woven into her tone.

“And the way you looked at—” Juliette's voice trembled, and her words came to an abrupt halt, as if she were struggling to contain her emotions. Aaron paused, his gaze settling on the partially open door of Ferrars' bedroom.

Warner found himself in an inadvertent state of eavesdropping, his guilt mingling with his intrigue. The words exchanged between you and Juliette were raw and real, and he couldn't help but listen, drawn into the unguarded exchange.

“Juli, it’s not what you’re thinking,” you softly said.

“ Is it not?” she said. You guys were in the middle of the room, fighting if that is not clear enough.

“I thought-” she choked a bit. Voice trembling.

"Juls-"

"No, baby," Juliette responded, her tone unwavering, your emotions laid bare. “We were... I thought—“

A heavy pause followed, and Warner could almost feel the weight of the conversation. Warner hears ferrars sighs.

“you even let me met your parents, and I remember thinking that our future seemed fucking promising..”

“We still can—We still have that future.” you insist, determined.

Juliette let out a pained laugh.

“No, we don’t, because you have never looked at me the way you looked at him tonight.” Juliette’s voice trembled, revealing a vulnerability she rarely displayed. But despite that, she delivered the line harshly.

Warner's brows furrowed as he tried to piece together the puzzle. Who were you and Juliette talking about? He couldn't shake off the curiosity that gnawed at him, urging him to understand the source of your conflict.

Is it Kenji Kishimoto?

Warner’s curiosity got the better of him as he strained to hear the conversation. You guys were arguing about some 'him' , but the details were hazy. He couldn’t help but wonder who that ‘someone’ was.

“Please, just listen-” your voice was soft, a plea laced with frustration.

"You're not dishonest, my love," she interjected, her tone adopting a more tender and sweet quality. "Just tell me you prefer me, you choose me, you love me more than you love him. If you can, I'll put it all behind us. I will forget about it."

You went dead silent.

The silence that followed your response was deafening. Warner could practically feel the tension in the room, the unspoken emotions hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. It was as if a connection had snapped between you two, leaving behind a void that neither of you knew how to bridge

“I’m so sorry,” you finally whispered. The weight of your words is palpable.

Juliette sighed. Expecting the answer, Warner can see her holding down the sobs.

“Let’s just enjoy the rest of the party, shall we?” Ferrars voice was tinged in sadness. “We can talk about this later. Let's have a last dance.”

He swiftly turned away from the door, his steps quickening as he made his way down the hallway. He needed to retreat, to give you both the privacy you deserved. Warner got away quickly to the bathroom

Inside the bathroom, he washed his hands, his gaze lingering on his reflection in the mirror. Confusion knitted his brows together as he replayed the fragments of your conversation in his mind.

Were you guys talking about kishimoto?

The thought struck him like a jolt. Could it be that you were struggling to move on from him? The image of Kenji, charismatic and charming, filled Warner's thoughts, and he couldn't help but question the impact he had on your relationship with Juliette.

Is it because you just couldn’t get over him?

If you broke up with Juliette Perfect Ferrars because of Kenji Kishimoto, did anyone else have ever stood a chance with you?

Did he-No.

Warner wouldn’t think like that.

He should not care. It doesn’t concern him.

Warner shook his head, trying to dismiss the idea as he dried his hands. He refused to entertain thoughts that would only lead to unnecessary doubts and insecurities. But deep down, a nagging curiosity lingered—a curiosity that would drive him to madness and insanity.

Days later, Warner learned from Kent and Nazeera that you and Juliette had ended your relationship.

Few weeks after that revelation, news reached him that You and Kenji Kishimoto had gotten back together.

It was clear to him that you always gravitate back to kishimoto.

Killian Déicides.

The cycle has repeated once more—You and Kishimoto have broken up. Again. And months later, you have gotten yourself a new boyfriend. Killian Déicides.

It was the longest you had been apart from Kishimoto, nearly five months—not that Warner was counting.

During this period, Kishimoto had found himself a new girlfriend in the companionship of Nazeera Ibrahim, ushering in a new chapter of his own. The pairing had managed to raise eyebrows and ignite conversations, sparking intrigue among your shared circle from other people.

Apparently, you were okay with this. Which is something that surprised Warner. I mean, your ex-boyfriend is dating your best friend? And you’re fine with this? Ridiculous.

From a distance, he observed with a tinge of bitterness as you and Killian forged a bond. Every shared laugh, tender touch, and exchanged glance felt like a jab to his chest. The narrative of your relationship unfolded before him like a story he wished he could tear apart, but all he could do was watch as it progressed, unable to rewrite its course.

As he observed Killian, a critical eye analyzed his character, highlighting his perceived shortcomings and fueling his bitterness.

He hates him. Hates the way Déicides can feel your laugh against his lips, hates the way he can rest his forehead to yours and gaze to your eyes as much as he wants, hates that he can make you shiver from his touch, hates him.

Warner didn’t know why it bothers him so much, why it bothers him the way déicides whisper sweet nothings to your ears or the way he has you secured in his arms. It’s ridiculous.

Valentines Day, Circa 2039.

The day had draped itself in an air of romance, as couples nestled close to one another, entwined in the celebration of love. It was Valentine's Day, a day that Aaron Warner typically avoided with fervor. Yet here he was, standing alone on the terrace by the garden, attempting to escape the saccharine atmosphere that permeated the place and some insufferable couples. (you and Killian to be exact.)

From his point of view, he could see the couples—some nestled on the couches, the field, library, others dancing under the soft glow of string lights. It was an annoying sight.

He leaned against the terrace railing, gazing out at the garden below. The sun cast a warm sheen over the blossoms, giving the scenery a dreamlike quality. The peace and quiet were a welcome respite from the relentless cheerfulness that had filled the school’s interior.

Yet, the serenity was short-lived. The soft pad of footsteps interrupted the stillness, and a voice spoke up from behind him.

"Valentine's should be about going out and making out with some strangers, y'know."

Startled, Warner turned to find you standing there, a small smile playing on your lips as you joined him on the terrace. The surprise of your presence coupled with the lightness of your words momentarily rendered him speechless.

You stepped closer, your eyes scanning the garden as if searching for those elusive strangers "I mean, why waste it on being alone here when there are so many intriguing strangers out there for you to kiss?" Your tone was light, but there was a hint of mischief in your eyes.

Warner couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, his usual guard momentarily lowered in your presence. "I suppose you have a point," he conceded, allowing a smile to tug at the corner of his lips. "But then again, I've never been one for making out with strangers."

You laughed softly, the sound carrying a warmth that wrapped around his heart. "Fair enough," you replied, your gaze now focused on him. "So, what brings you to the terrace on this fine Valentine's Day?"

Warner glanced out at the garden, then back at you. "Just needed a breather," he admitted. "The whole lovey-dovey atmosphere inside was starting to feel suffocating."

You nodded in understanding, your eyes softening as they met him. "I get that," you said. "It can be a bit overwhelming, can't it?"

"More than a bit," Warner replied with a rueful smile. "But I suppose it's all in good fun for those who enjoy it."

You leaned against the terrace railing beside him, your shoulder brushing against his lightly. "True," you said, your voice quiet. "But sometimes, it's nice to have a quiet moment away from it all."

Warner couldn't agree more. As he looked at you, bathed in the soft glow of the sun’s warm light, he realized that this quiet moment with you was the best part of the day. He had always admired your ability to see beyond the surface, to appreciate the simple moments amidst the chaos.

A comfortable silence settled between you and him, broken only by the distant strains of music and laughter from inside. Warner found himself stealing glances at you, his heart aching with a longing he had buried deep within himself.

Finally, he couldn't contain it any longer. "You and Killian seem happy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your gaze turned to him, and you offered a small, genuine smile. "We are," you replied. "He's been wonderful."

Warner nodded, his eyes tracing the delicate features of your face. "I'm glad," he said, his words carrying a sincerity that surprised even him.

You looked at him for a moment, a knowing expression in your eyes. "But…" you prompted, your voice gentle.

Warner hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. "But…?" He urged you,

”There are moments when I can't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different.”

You met his gaze steadily, your eyes filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored his own. "I know what you mean," Warner said softly.

The admission hung in the air between them, unspoken yet understood. Warner's heart swelled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Could there be a chance for something more, or was this moment destined to remain a fleeting glimpse into what could have been?

As if sensing his turmoil, you reached out and gently touched his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. The connection sent a jolt of warmth through him, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Maybe," he said, his voice barely audible,

"Someday, things will be different."

You nodded, a sense of peace washing over you. “Someday,” you agreed, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

Together, you stood on the terrace, bathed in the soft glow of the sun, sharing a quiet moment that held the promise of something more—an unspoken hope for a future where the timing was right and love could flourish without barriers.

Until,,,

Warner's heart sank as he heard Killian's voice in the distance, calling your name. He watched as you turned around, your smile brightening as you waited for him to join you on the terrace.

In that moment, all of Warner's hopes and fantasies of having this day with you, just you, were shattered.

He had allowed himself to believe, just for a brief moment, that maybe this Valentine's Day could be different. That perhaps he could have had a chance to be the one by your side, sharing this quiet, intimate moment with you. But reality had a cruel way of reminding him.

As Killian approached, his arm slipping around your waist, It was a feeling he had grown accustomed to, but that didn't make it any less annoying.

You introduced Dèicides to Warner, the two men exchanging polite greetings. Warner forced a smile, concealing the tumult of emotions swirling within him. He couldn't let you or Killian see how much this moment had irritated him.

Warner watched, a pang of knife hitting him as you and Killian shared a tender kiss. His eyes couldn't help but linger on the intimate moment between the two of you.

"Why do you keep kissing me?" you asked, breaking the kiss and gazing into Killian's eyes.

"Because I love kissing you," Killian replied with a soft, affectionate smile.

So do I.

Damn me, So do I.

Warner thought, his mind betraying him in that vulnerable moment.

He felt a pang of aching, a surge of bitterness, but above all, he felt an overwhelming longing and desire.

Oh, what a person he has become.

I don’t want you to see who I have become. It’s bad, my love. It’s so bad.

He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way. You were with Déicides now. Warner turned away, his fists clenched at his sides, as he fought to suppress his emotions. He needed to remind himself that he should not care. It’s none of his business.

Warner excused himself, citing the need to rejoin the festivities inside. He couldn't bear to stay on the terrace any longer, not when it was now tainted with the knowledge that he would never have this day with you alone.

As he retreated into the dining hall, the sounds of laughter and celebration seemed distant and hollow. Warner found solace in the shadows, cherishing the bittersweet memory of that fleeting moment on the terrace—a moment he had desperately wished could have been his, and his alone.

For a moment there, Aaron Warner really thought he’d have this day with you. Only you.

He’s proven wrong yet again.

A month had passed since Valentine’s Day, Warner had done a pretty good job avoiding you and your boyfriend. But despite that, Warner couldn't help but notice the change in your relationship. He observed the way your interactions had shifted, like a puzzle piece that no longer fit quite right. There was an undercurrent of insecurity in your touches, and the kisses that once landed on the lips were now exchanged on the cheeks. Your stolen glances lacked the usual warmth and affection, replaced by something more guarded.

The change in your dynamics didn't go unnoticed by the people around you. Whispers and rumors began to circulate throughout the school, with everyone speculating about what had gone wrong this time. Even Kent, who rarely spoke to either you or Killian, had developed his own theories, all of them far from the truth.

Warner found himself torn between the desire to reach out and ask if you were okay and the understanding that he had no right to intrude on your relationship with Killian. He couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that twisted in his chest when he saw you with someone else, even though he had no claim over you.

One day, as he was walking through the school courtyard, Warner overheard a group of students discussing your relationship.

"I heard they've been fighting a lot lately," one girl said, her voice hushed.

"Really? What about?" another girl asked.

"I don't know, but it's not the same as it used to be. They used to be so lovey-dovey, and now they barely even hold hands," the first girl replied.

Warner continued walking, trying to drown out the conversation.

It annoys to hear others talking about you, dissecting your relationship as if it were a gossip column. But he couldn't deny that he was also curious about what had caused the shift between you and Killian.

A week later, news began to spread throughout the school like wildfire: Killian Déicides had transferred to another school. The reasons behind his departure remained a mystery to most, but the end of your relationship with him was clear. The whispers and rumors that had once surrounded you and Killian now shifted to the breakup, and it seemed like everyone had something to say about it.

Aaron Warner couldn't ignore the news, even though he had been trying to keep his distance. It was impossible not to feel a mixture of sympathy and concern for you, knowing that you were going through a difficult time.

One evening, as he was wandering the school grounds, Warner found himself drawn to the astronomy tower. It was a quiet and secluded spot, far away from the prying eyes and gossip of the other students. He climbed the steps and pushed open the door, finding you standing by one of the telescopes, gazing up at the night sky.

You looked up as he entered, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. Warner's heart clenched at the sight of your distress, and all thoughts of staying away flew out of his mind.

“Can I hold you close?” He quietly asked.

You blinked once, twice—thrice, it takes a full seconds to process what he had said.

“Oh, I’m so—“

“Of course, you can.”

Now, it’s his turn to blink. You laughed at the sight.

Warner simply walked over and enveloped you in a warm, comforting hug. You buried your face in his chest, and he could feel your tears dampening his shirt.

You didn't say anything, and neither did he. You don’t have to say anything. You know Warner is also fluent in silence as much as you are.

He didn't need to ask what had happened; the news of Killian's departure had spread quickly, and he could only imagine how you must be feeling. Instead, he held you tightly, offering silent support and understanding.

After a while, when your tears had subsided, Warner gently pulled away, his hands resting on your shoulders. He looked into your eyes with a mixture of concern and compassion.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, your voice barely more than a whisper. "No, I'm not."

Warner nodded, his expression filled with empathy. He didn't press for details; he knew that sometimes, all you needed was someone to be there for you. He reached out and wiped away a stray tear from your cheek.

"It's okay not to be okay," he said gently. "And you don't have to go through this alone."

You gave him a small, grateful smile, and it warmed his heart. Warner knew that he couldn't fix everything, but he could be there for you in this moment of vulnerability.

As you both stood in the quiet of the astronomy tower, Warner continued to offer his support. He listened as you talked about your feelings, your frustrations, and your uncertainties about the future. He didn't offer empty reassurances or quick fixes; instead, he let you express yourself, knowing that sometimes, that was all you needed.

After a while, Warner spoke up “I mean, who needs him anyway?” He said, trying to make the atmosphere lighter.

To be fair, Aaron’s perspective on you and Killian’s break up are extremely biased because he only heard one side of the story.

“Yeah, fuck him and his stupid excuses. I don’t need him anyway.” You agreed as you laughed with warner. Dimples.

If you ever fall to your knees, you are sure Nazeera would be there to kneel beside you.

If you get lost in the woods or drowns In the ocean, you are sure that Juliette and Kenji will do whatever it takes to find you and bring you back to the surface.

And if you return to Aaron Warner with a broken heart, you are sure that he will piece them back together with his bare hands—even going out his way to fill in the gaps with his own.

“Right,” he mutters as he watches the whole sky through your eyes. “You have me, at least.” Warner added.

“No,” you correct Aaron, “thank all the gods I have you. Always.”

___

3 weeks after that, You and Kenji Kishimoto have gotten back together.

You always come back to kenji.

You always come back to kishimoto even when you have other (better) options.

Kenji Kishimoto.

PRESENT.

Out of every Exes you ever had, Aaron Warner, has always found himself praying for Kenji Kishimoto’s downfall more.

It was messy. Warner knows it. Hell, even the parents know that you and Kishimoto have a complicated relationship. You guys would break up and then boom, months later you guys are back together.

It was an annoying sight. In all 3 years you and kishimoto are together, there would be no year where you and him have never broken up then getting back together after a few months in.

Kent and Ferrars have decided to join the dance, leaving Warner on his own. Warner quickly found a couch he could sit on. He’s now reading some magazines that were on the table.

“Warner, fancy seeing you here,” a voice drawled, its arrogance evident even in the casual greeting.

Warner’s eyes flicked up from the magazine he had been pretending to read, meeting Kishimoto’s gaze with a thinly veiled look of indifference.

“Kishimoto.” Warner greeted.

Kenji leaned against a nearby wall, his posture casual and infuriatingly confident. “Please, Don’t let me interrupt your reading session, blondie.”

Warner closed the magazine, his patience waning.

”What do you want, Kishimoto?”

Kishimoto lips curled into a smug smile, his gaze holding a glint of something that irked Warner.

“I just thought we could have a little chat.”

Warner's eyes narrowed, his tone terse. “I highly doubt we have anything to discuss.”

Kishimoto chuckled, unfazed by Warner’s obvious disdain. “You know, Blondie, it’s fascinating how much you seem to dislike me.”

Warner's jaw clenched, his voice icy. “How Observant of you.”

Kenji's smile widened, his amusement unwavering.

“Tell me, is it because you’re jealous? You know, you’ve never been one to shy away from competition.”

Warner’s restraint wavered, his temper simmering beneath the surface. ”You’re sorely mistaken if you think I see you as competition.”

Kenji's expression shifted, a flash of something that seemed almost like amusement mixed with genuine curiosity. “Then what is it, Warner? Why do you hate me so much?”

Warner’s gaze hardened, his voice dripping with thinly veiled contempt. “You have nothing to do with me, kishimoto. My opinions on you are of no consequence.”

Kenji's gaze held Warner's, the unspoken tension hanging heavy between them. With a sigh, he took a seat in front of Warner. “You’re not very good at pretending, you know.”

Warner's brows furrowed in confusion at the unexpected statement. “Pretending? What are you talking about?”

Kenji leaned back, his posture relaxed. “You can't stand the fact that we've got a history, can you?”

Warner's irritation flared. “History? You mean the endless cycle of dramatic reunions?”

Kenji chuckled. “Exactly. And you hate it, don't you? You hate that there's a part of her life that doesn’t revolve around you.��

Warner's frustration grew, his voice edged with a sharpness. “You're delusional if you think I'm hung up on that.”

Kenji's gaze never wavered, his tone softening slightly.

“You love her.” Kenji said, more of a statement than a question.

Warner laughed with the absurdity, “I’m not in love with her,” he said, “Don't read into things you know nothing about.” Warner Added with a mockery tone.

“Oh, I know more than you think.” Kishimoto said with a smirk.

“Do you ever shut up?” Warner countered back, as he leaned back at his chair.

“Not when it comes to you, asshole.” Kishimoto shot back as he copied Warner's previous action.

“I’m not in the mood to play games with you, kishimoto.” He warned.

Kishimoto only laughed, “are you ever?” He mused making Warner roll his eyes, “besides it’s not a game, it’s just facts.”

“Your interpretation of facts is seriously twisted,” Warner hissed, his voice edged with exasperation.

Kenji's lips curled into an infuriatingly smug smile. “Deny it all you want, but deep down, you know it's true.”

Warner's green eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. “Just stay out of my way.”

Kenji's laughter echoed off the walls. “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“You're pushing your luck, Kishimoto,” Warner warned through gritted teeth.

Kenji's gaze remained steady, unyielding. “Or maybe I'm pushing your buttons.”

Warner's patience was wearing thin. “You're not as clever as you think.”

Kenji's grin only widened. “Oh, I'm clever enough to see through your act.”

“I have no act, just disdain for you.”

Kenji's retort came quick and smug. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Their words clashed like swords, each one determined not to back down.

“Are you ever serious?”

Kenji's tone held an undertone of mockery. “Why so serious, Warner?”

“I'm warning you,” Warner growled, his patience on the edge.

Kenji's eyebrows lifted playfully. “Are you now? What are you going to do about it?”

“You're impossible.”

Kenji's lips quirked into a knowing smirk. “Impossible to ignore, maybe?”

Warner shook his head in disbelief. “Why can't you just leave me alone?”

Kenji's smile remained infuriatingly intact. “Because I enjoy getting under your skin.”

“You're deluded.”

Kenji's expression turned contemplative. “Am I? Or am I the one who's seeing things clearly?”

Warner's frustration was nearing its peak. “Enough, Kishimoto.”

Kenji's voice dropped slightly, a glint of something more sincere in his eyes. “So you understand what I'm trying to say?”

Warner's response was sharp, laced with a mixture of irritation and disdain. “I understand you enough to know I don't like you.”

Kenji's grin was unabated. “And yet, here we are, having a lovely chat.”

Warner's patience was dwindling, his words laced with finality. “Just go away, Kishimoto.”

Silence.

Kishimoto's laughter rang out as he playfully positioned himself by Warner's side. Despite Aaron's attempt to evade, Kenji's agility won out. With a swift movement, Kenji caught Warner's chin, tilting his face in the direction where you stood.

“How about admitting that y/n might have feelings for you?” Kenji quipped, his tone light but suggestive.

Warner didn’t have to admit it. Because he already knew.

Warner shooed Kishimoto’s arm as he leaned himself in, still looking at you.

This, however, did not go unnoticed by kenji.

“I’m not in love with her.” Kenji recalled warners words to his head, but he saw it in warners eyes, the way he looked at you (like right now) it was full of admiration and devotion.

“Aaron is just a friend, kenj” Kenji Remembers the way you assured him, but he saw the way you looked at your feet and turned your eyes away from him to hide the truth.

Everyone could see it. Kenji can see it.

The way Aaron Warners name rolled off your soft lips like a sweet honey,

The way Warner looked at you like it’s his first time seeing the sun,

The way your name rolled out of his tongue as if it’s a prayer.

Full of devotion.

Kenji is sure that Warner could make a religion out of the way your name sits on his tongue.

Kenji’s thoughts were abruptes by Warner who now stood up and clearly went to the terrace.

Of course, Kenji followed him.

“You need to leave me alone.” Warner exhaled.

“Nah, Let’s talk.”

“We already did.”

“Not enough. Let’s talk about you and y/n’s making out sessions.”

Warner froze, he’s surprised. Of course kishimoto would know.

“y/n always tells you everything, huh?” He breathed out.

Ah, of course, you slipped out of his arms, opting instead to trail after Kenji. The plan was to fill him in on the recent exchange – a typical move in your playbook. After all, you and Kenji had an established rhythm: breaking up only to inevitably find your way back together, rendering the current situation a temporary blip on the radar.

That was the pattern, until the next breakup.

“Only the things that actually mattered, I assume,” Kishimoto responded, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness. “You know, Honesty is the key to a good and healthy relationship.”

“You guys are far from a healthy relationship.” Warner told kenji.

“And you think you guys have?” Kenji shots back.

“We don’t have any relationship.” Warner uttered.

“Could have.” Kenji's voice turned softer, almost a whisper.

The words hung in the air, laden with unspoken meaning.

“You were supposed to be broken up.”

A sly smile curved Kenji's lips. “Ah, you would love that, wouldn’t you, Warner?”

Halloween Party, Circa 2039.

3 years. 3 long years. Where You and Kenji were in an on and off relationship. Never so long together, let alone apart. And Aaron Warner couldn’t understand how. How Kenji saw you with other people when you guys were broken up and was fine with that. And how he managed to be with other people with you just right there.

It was messy. He knows it. Things got complicated when Kenji decided to date a friend of yours, but that cooled down.

Warner now found himself in a hallway, once again, eavesdropping on You and Kishimoto’s fight. He didn’t mean it to be in this kind of situation but here he is.

“I’m tired, y/n.” Warner heard Kenji’s voice coming from inside the room. Warner was silent so as not to disturb the couple and also because he was very curious to know what was going on between them.

“It’s the same fucking talk all over aga—”

“And you don’t think I’m not tired too!? ” you cut him off, shouting. You guys were silent for a while, the tension was thick, it was almost suffocating him. So, Warner left.

Hours later, Warner found you on the terrace, your gaze lost in the starry night. He leaned against the open door frame, the soft glow from the terrace lights casting gentle shadows on your face. He smiled warmly at you.

"What's on your mind, dove?" he asked softly, not wanting to startle you.

You turned your head, surprise flickering across your features before a smile graced your lips. "Things," you replied simply, though the weight of your unspoken thoughts was evident.

"Can I join you?" Warner asked, his voice gentle.

"Always," you replied, your smile growing warmer.

Warner stepped out onto the terrace, the cool night air brushing against his skin. He settled beside you, both of you gazing out at the peaceful night sky.

"You look miserable," he observed quietly.

You chuckled softly, the sound like music to his ears. "I feel like it, too."

Warner couldn't help but laugh along with you. "Well, I'm here to keep you company, for what it's worth."

"Thank you, Aaron," you said sincerely, your eyes filled with gratitude.

"Of course," he replied, his gaze never leaving you.

There was a comfortable silence between you, the tranquility of the night providing a soothing backdrop to your thoughts.

The evening air was cool, and the stars twinkled in the night sky as you and Warner stood on the balcony, the distant sounds of laughter and music from the party below drifting up to you. It had been a night of celebration, but now, in this quiet moment alone, it felt like the perfect opportunity to speak your mind.

"Aaron, can I tell you a secret?" you finally ventured.

"Always," he responded, his tone warm and reassuring.

You took a deep breath before continuing. "Me and Kenji have been broken up since June."

Warner was hardly surprised by your confession. He had observed the signs, the strained interactions between you and Kenji. Yet, hearing it from your own lips somehow made it feel more real.

"Me and him decided not to tell anyone because we know everyone is getting tired of our bullshit," you continued, your voice tinged with a hint of self-deprecating humor.

Warner shifted his gaze to the starlit sky, his thoughts racing. He wanted to say something comforting, something that would ease the burden you were carrying, but the words eluded him.

"It's nobody's business," he finally said, his voice gentle yet supportive.

You turned to him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, it felt as though the weight of the world had lifted from your shoulders.

"Soon enough, you guys will get back together. You always do," Warner replied, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

You sighed, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. "That's the problem. I think we are done for good. Finally hitted the rock bottom."

Warner shifted slightly closer to you, your faces now mere inches apart. The soft glow from the terrace lights illuminated the anticipation in both your eyes.

"Aaron," you whispered, your breath brushing against his lips. "Kiss me."

"Kiss me, Aaron Warner."

Time seemed to stand still as you gazed into each other's eyes, the tension between you palpable. But Warner, paralyzed by his own uncertainty, remained frozen.

A few seconds later, you both heard Kenji's voice calling out your name from a distance. Warner reluctantly moved away, a mixture of longing and regret in his eyes.

"Your boyfriend's here," he said, his voice strained.

You nodded, swallowing the disappointment that welled up within you.

At the moment, you achingly wished for him to just please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving you. But of course, Warner turned and walked away, leaving you on the terrace, your heart heavy with unspoken words and unanswered desires.

As you watched him go, you couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if he had kissed you, if you had both taken that leap of faith. But for now, the timing was not in your favor, and you were left with the lingering ache of what could have been.

As Warner walked away, he harshly bumped into Kenji, not looking at him or saying sorry. He had made a decision, not a smart one. But he had made a decision and he’s already regretting it.

After the Halloween party, by Christmas, you and kenji Kishimoto are officially back together. Again.

You will and always come back to him.

Even when everyone thought (even him) you were never going to come back to him, you did. You always do and will.

___

PRESENT.

As Warner recalled the memory, he couldn't help it but echoed Kenji's question to his mind.

You would love that wouldn’t you, Warner?

“Very much so.” Warner finally admitted.

“Ohh fucking finally. Now, tell me why? What’s the reason?” Kenji dared to ask as he teased him, pushing his buttons more.

“Because none of you all deserved her.” Warner said what he had been swallowing all these years.

Nazeera didn't deserve to be your first kiss. Zayden Knox didn't deserve to be your first boyfriend. Killian Déicides didn't deserve the time he had with you. Surely Astrid Rhodes didn't deserve to have touched you. Juliette Ferrars, who didn't even fight for you. And Kenji fucking Kishimoto, who had you again, and again, and again. And as always, he without fail let you slip through his fingers.

“Wow, okay,” Kenji smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Do you think I'm the one who's breaking up with her? Most of the time, it's always the other way around. If someone is breaking someone's heart, it's her, not me,” he continued, exhaling a puff of smoke. “I'm serious. It might look like I'm the heartbreaker, but it's really her. I'm not trashing her or anything.”

Warner was taken aback. None of this made sense. Could it be that a year ago, on this very day, you had wanted more than just a momentary distraction because you missed Kenji? You had wanted him, and he hadn't wanted you back. He had let you slip away, just like those he had criticized and hated.

“No,” Warner muttered, struggling to find the right words to defend you even though he knew deep inside it was right. He will always be ready to defend your honor, and always ready to reshape the reality of if you were in the wrong just so you can always be right. That’s what he had been doing for the past years.

Kenji took another drag from his cigarette, considering Warner's words. “Anyway, Y/N and I are done for good. We really can’t keep doing this for another year,” he said, his tone solemn.

"Really?" Warner asked, his heart racing in his chest.

Kenji nodded. “Yup. This year was the worst of our relationship, even though it was the one we spent the most time together.”

Kenji sighed, reflecting on your and his relationship complicated history. “I think we've always found comfort in each other, you know? It's like the memories and the time we spent with each other are what we really hold onto, not our relationship. But despite that, we'll always care for each other.”

Kenji gave a knowing look and added, “Nothing will change that.” He said as if it’s a warning to Aaron.

Warner couldn't help but ask, "Why now?" His voice was barely a whisper.

Kenji took a final drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. “Because we need to move forward, to let go,” he said, shrugging. “Because she's finally ready to fight for you, That's what I came to tell you.”

Warner's eyes widened, disbelief washing over him. "We have nothing to fight for," he replied, although it was a lie.

Kenji smiled knowingly. “You should admit it, Warner. If not to Y/N, at least to yourself.” With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Warner alone with his thoughts.

"Damn him," Warner muttered under his breath, a mix of frustration and longing in his heart.

Aaron Warner.

PRESENT.

He despised them all, there was no denying it. That's what it had come down to.

He acknowledged that the sensation churning in the depths of his stomach was a mixture of hatred and jealousy directed at your former partners. It had apparently been festering there for an extended period, steadily intensifying, and waiting for him to acknowledge it, or for him to stop pretending. It was time for him to face the truth. He was head over heels in love with you, and the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

That he, Aaron Warner Anderson, was completely, foolishly and totally in love with you.

One year ago, on this very day, he had possibly squandered his chances with you. He couldn't help but wonder if he had allowed himself to kiss you that night, could it have altered the course of our lives? We might have celebrated a year together today, an entire year with you.

Warner shut his eyes tightly, just as he had done on that fateful night. He knew better than to dwell on the past, to chase shadows that had long slipped through his grasp. It was a futile endeavor.

His infatuation with you had started when he was just fifteen. He had witnessed your first kiss with one of his friends, and ever since that moment, an empty feeling had settled in the pit of his stomach.

When you had started dating Zayden Knox, Warner couldn't fathom why you had chosen him. He found Zayden shallow and irritating, far from the ideal partner for someone as exceptional as you.

Astrid Rhodes, in Warner's eyes, was entirely undeserving of your presence. He could hardly stand the thought of her sharing the same air as you.

Your on-and-off relationship with Kenji had only intensified Warner's inner longing and turmoil. You broke up countless times, only to reunite even more frequently. It was a rollercoaster of emotions that drove him to the brink of insanity.

Juliette Ferrars, kind and lovely as she was, could not escape Warner's disdain. The sole reason for his animosity was that she had been your girlfriend.

Then there was the matter of Killian, who had never truly desired you, yet had somehow managed to possess you. That had stoked the fires of Warner's resentment even further.

But most of all, Aaron Warner, despised himself. He was utterly foolish for not realizing his feelings for you sooner. He loathed himself for pretending that he wasn't in love with you for more than six agonizing years.

With each passing day, the emptiness in the pit of his stomach grew, a void that could only be filled with one thing—action. He had become his own worst enemy, too afraid to confront his feelings.

It was time for Warner to face the truth. He couldn't continue this way, allowing the hatred to consume him. It was time to break free from the shackles of his own fears and let his feelings be known.

But how? How could he convey this whirlwind of emotions to you? How could he bridge the chasm that separated them, a chasm of his own making?

Warner found himself wandering through the memories of those moments he had witnessed you with others. He remembered the first time he saw you kiss someone, the way his heart ached as he watched from the shadows.

And then there was Zayden Knox, the one he couldn't stand. Warner couldn't fathom why you had chosen him as your partner. He had always believed you deserved so much more.

Astrid Rhodes, a name that brought a sour taste to his mouth. She had never deserved to bask in your radiant presence. Warner had always felt she was unworthy of you.

Kenji, the source of endless heartache. Your on-again, off-again relationship had driven Warner to the brink of madness. The constant separation and reunion had been a torment he couldn't escape.

Juliette Ferrars, a kind soul, but Warner couldn't help but find flaws in her when it came to her being your girlfriend. He couldn't shake the irrational jealousy that reared its head whenever he thought of her.

Killian, who had never truly valued you, had held you in his grasp. It was a wound that festered, fueling his resentment.

And then, in the midst of all these emotions, Warner realized the crux of the matter. He was the one he despised the most. He had let fear control him, and in doing so, he had let you slip through his fingers.

As he contemplated his inner turmoil, Warner knew that he had to find a way to confront his feelings. He couldn't let his love for you remain a silent, unspoken truth. The time had come to break free from the grip of his own insecurities and tell you how he felt.

Warner couldn’t keep this hidden any longer. The weight of his unspoken affection had grown unbearable, and he needed to act. He had to find a way to communicate his love for you, and he couldn't let fear stand in his way any longer.

His heart aches for words he never had a chance to say. He had to find you, to speak to you, to lay his heart bare.

After what felt like eternity, he spotted you across the room. You were engaged in conversation with nazeera and juliette., your smile lighting up the room. Aaron could not tear his eyes away from you, captivated by your presence.

With determination, he wove his way through the lively gathering, his eyes never leaving you. The chatter around him faded into a distant hum as he approached.

Finally, he stood before you, and you turned to him, a warm smile curving your lips. The party continued around you, but in that instant, it was as if everything had come to a standstill.

”Y/N,” Aaron began, “Can I have a talk with you, please?” He asked you, his request hung between the both of you.

You watched him, your eyes filled with curiosity. “Of course, Aaron. Let’s find a quieter place to talk.” you suggested, your voice soft and encouraging. You knew there was something on his mind, and you wanted to hear it.

With a nod, He took your hand, and together you navigated your way through onto a terrace that overlooked the city. The noise from the party gradually faded, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the night.

As you stepped onto the terrace, the city’s twinkling lights spread out before you, creating a breathtaking backdrop for your conversation. You found a secluded corner and settled.

He took a deep breath and locked eyes with you. “Y/N,” he began again, his voice steady, “Can I tell you a secret?” He asked, and a flashback came into your mind.

The words hung in the air, a heavy pause that seemed to stretch on. The party continued to surge around you, but at this moment, it was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

“Always,” you said, your voice filled with warmth.

He took a deep breath, his words heavy with emotion. “I’m in love with you.”

“Aaron.” you said.

“I am,” he said. He was staring at you. “I love you. I have been trying to find a word that is something deep and coherent to represent my devotion to you. I wish there was something better than I love you. I really love you. And I want to find out what that means together.” He breathed out.

"Aaron." You said again. Not knowing what else to say.

“And If home is a person, I’d gladly rush at the end of every day to you always, towards you. I carry your name everywhere I go, even when you are not around to hear it called. I recite it like a prayer. You are excruciatingly tender and it happens to be the only language I speak besides devotion,”

Warner reached up to your chin and made you look at his eyes,

"Those eyes spoke to me long enough in a way words could never translate and God knows how I was breaking apart."

You are speechless. Absolutely speechless. You don’t know what to say, you looked him straight into the eyes.

He said it. Aaron Warner finally said it. After those years, he finally told you. And God, he loves you in the same way we’ve drawn meaning from stars placed conveniently beside each other and established faiths out of constellations. Aaron Warner badly wants to carve your name out of stars.

The confession hung in the air, a profound declaration that reverberated through your soul. You reached out and gently touched his hand, a silent reassurance that you were there with him.

But before you could reply, he interrupted you. “Please,” he implored, desperation clear in his voice. “Please ask me.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you asked, “Ask you what, Aaron?”

His eyes pleaded with you, and he stepped closer. “Ask me again to kiss you,” he said, his desperation visible to his voice.

Your heart skipped a beat as the weight of his words sank in. You had long wondered about his feelings, and now he had confessed his love. But his plea for you to ask him to kiss you revealed the depth of his desire. You could see the depth of his longing, the yearning he had held back for so long. It was a silent plea.

The world seemed to hold its breath as t And then, The city's lights shimmered in the background as you leaned in, and your lips met in a passionate, heartfelt kiss. It was a moment of surrender, a union of two hearts that had been entwined in secrecy for far too long.

Aaron is still panting from the intense kiss, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as he stares at you with a love-struck gaze.

You reach up and gently caress his cheek, feeling your own heart fluttering as you look into his eyes.

He smiles softly at you and leans in to press his forehead against yours, still feeling overcome by the passion and intensity of the moment.

“You have been driving me to madness, my love.” He says.

“Oh please, I haven’t even been around you enough to drive you mad!” You defended.

“The idea of you then.” He said, as you reach for another kiss.

“Mhm, no more evil exes..” Warner whispers.

“What?” You confusedly asked but was shut down as Warner pulled you in a kiss.

A few moments later, you share a small giggle together, feeling the tension dissipate into a calm but blissful state.

It’s over. He finally won.

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jenna0rtega27 · 6 months

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Cool!! Okay could you maybe do a yandere Jenna Ortega x fem reader where reader and Jenna are friends with benefits and reader is flirting with someone and Jenna gets jealous and it gets extremely yandere but then it ends with really fluffy smut thank you!!!!

(Btw Jenna is a dom and reader is a sub!)

You are the only one I love

Thank you for asking 18+ Yandere Jenna x F!Reader Summary: Request Warning: Yandere!Jenna, smut, fingering, dom!Jenna, sub!Reader, jealousy, mention of choking, rough sex Note: This is my first Yandere character so I'm sorry if it's bad Number of words : 2770

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You are in a bar with Emma Myers, Hunter Doohan and her husband, Georgie Farmer, Joy Sunday, Naomi Ogawa, Oliver Watson, Johanna Watson and Jenna Ortega. You all participated in the cast of Wednesday and it was the best experience of your entire life.

You are all very good friends but there is one person where it is more than friendship. Sure enough, you and Jenna met on set and immediately became very good friends. After 3 months of filming, you and Jenna had decided to become friends with benefits. So you would fuck from time to time in his trailer or yours. But over the months, you had felt more than friendship after each fuck. Your feelings increase each time for the little brunette. You have a huge crush on her but you know that's not the case for her. Because she herself if she fucks with you, fucks with someone else.

To say that you are jealous every time she tells you about the person she fucked is an understatement. You just want to cry every time she talks to you about this topic. For a while you've been thinking about stopping all this shit with Jenna because it hurts you so much to know that you're not the only person who touches her body.

You come back to reality when a waiter comes to take your order for everyone. You are in the VIP room of the bar so as not to be disturbed by overly intrusive fans. You all sit together at a table of ten people. In order, Oliver, Joy, you, Emma and Georgie. And in front of you is Hunter, her husband, Jenna, Naomi and Johanna. And you curse yourself for sitting in front of Jenna because she puts her foot on your leg and strokes it.

You all give your order and the waiter leaves to prepare it. Everyone talks together but you stay in your bubble feeling Jenna's foot going up to your thigh and back down.

The waiter returns with your drink and food and leaves to serve another customer. You start to eat your food when you feel someone nudge you. You turn your head and see Joy looking at you with concern.

Joy has always been in love with you. She often invites you to dinner, to the movies or even a day with her at her house. You won't lie that you once had feelings for her. But your brain still went to the brunette who fucked you until you fell asleep from exhaustion in her bed. But today, you want to end this friendship with advantage because it hurts you too much. So why not try with Joy?

"Are you fine? You haven't spoken since we've been here." Joy gently places a hand on your thigh. You smile at his kindness. Jenna never did this for you.

" Yes I am fine thank you." You place your hand on Joy's and interlace your fingers together. You turn your head and you can sense that Jenna is not happy. She looks at you and Joy with daggers in her eyes. But she doesn't say anything. She just talks with Hunter and her husband while keeping an eye on you. You swallow and resume your conversation with Joy.

"Don’t worry, I’m fine. I'm just a little tired." Joy smiles at you and kisses the back of your hand. You blush slightly at this action. You can feel Jenna’s gaze on you. You swallow the lump in your throat.

You continue talking with Joy. You had all been drinking and you can see that Joy is drunk. She touches your arm with her fingers which makes you shiver slightly. You look into each other's eyes, ignoring Jenna's glare, and Joy slowly approaches you. Because of the alcohol you've consumed, you lean in too but before your lips can connect, Jenna gets up from her chair, walks around the table and grabs your arm.

“I need to talk to you.” Jenna stands up forcefully and looks at Joy with a look that could kill anyone. If Jenna had missiles in her eyes, Joy would most certainly be dead. You follow Jenna without saying anything because you know she is angry. Even very angry. But honestly you're not sure why Jenna would be angry about kissing Joy. I mean, she fucks with anyone and she lets herself get mad at you?

Arriving in the women's bathroom, Jenna closes the door and bars it and pushes you against the door. Jenna places her hands on either side of your body to trap you in your arms. You're not going to lie, you find her really sexy and hot when she's angry.

"What was that ?" Jenna looks you straight in the eye. “Fuck Wednesday really changed his character. » You say to yourself in your head. “What was that about?” You ask like you don’t know what she’s talking about.

"Don't take me for an idiot Y/n Y/l/n. You know exactly what I mean." Jenna’s jaw shifts as she brings her face closer to yours.

"No Jenna I don't understand what you mean. You wanted a friendship with benefits relationship but you're fucking other people! Why can't I do the same thing?!" You let go. Even if you didn't want to do it in front of Jenna, it's too heavy to keep to yourself.

“Because you’re mine.” Jenna responds with a low voice that you always found so sexy. Jenna doesn't let you answer and places her lips on yours for an intense and passionate kiss. You moan into her mouth and she takes the opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth and push it down your throat. The little brunette cups your cheeks and continues to lick the inside of your mouth. You put your hands on her hips but she pulls away from your lips and you moan at the lack of her lips. She takes your hands and raises them so they are above your head.

"No touching me. You wanted to play with me so you will be punished. And as I know that you like to touch me while we fuck, I forbid you from touching me until I judge that your punishment is finished. Understood?” You nod. All you want is to put your lips back on the addictive lips of the petite brunette who is so dominant with you. "Answer" Jenna places one of her hands on your throat and squeezes a little. You feel yourself getting wet from Jenna's so sexy action.

"Yes I understood."

“Yes who?”Jenna tightens her grip on your throat.

"Yes Mommy" You say with a little difficulty because the air is difficult because of Jenna's warm hand.

“Good girl” Jenna sticks her tongue out and parts your lips to open them and enter your mouth with her wet tongue. You moan into her mouth as her joined tongue holds it and she licks your tongue so sensually. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Jenna removes her hand from your throat and places it on your wet center and caresses it over your shorts and panties. You moan into her mouth and she takes the opportunity to suck your tongue which makes you even wetter.

Jenna removes her hand from your wrists that are still above your head and cups your jaw. She continues to rub her palm over your dripping pussy.

“Please Mommy” you complain. All you want is to get fucked by Jenna.

“Please what Mi amor?” Jenna continues to caress your vagina as she lets go of your jaw with her other hand and places it back on your throat and squeezes the hand.

“Fuck me Mommy” You close your eyes because of the little brunette’s teasing.

“Look at me” Jenna squeezes the grip on your throat harder and stops rubbing your pussy. You open your eyes and see Jenna's dark, dark eyes of desire. “Beg me and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before” Jenna gives your lips a kiss, slightly red and swollen from the intense kissing.

“Please fuck me Mommy. I need you.” You moan as Jenna begins her movements on your pussy again. A smirk forms on Jenna’s lips at your pleas and moans.

“Good girl” Jenna quickly undoes your shorts and pulls them down along with your panties. She leans down and blows on your dripping pussy. You moaned at his teasing.

“You’re so wet baby.” Without any warning, Jenna licks a large wet stripe from your hole to your clit. She moans at your divine taste and you at the feel of her expert tongue. She continues to make a big wet band. You moaned, placing a hand on his hair. But Jenna immediately stops her licks and slaps your thigh. “What did I say about your hands?”

"Sorry! Sorry! I just forgot. Please continue" You complain, removing your hands from his hair and placing them on the wall.

“You touch me one more time and I can guarantee you that you will have to masturbate to cum” Jenna immediately puts her tongue back on your pussy attacking your clit. She makes quick circles with the tip of her tongue which makes you moan with desire. You close your eyes in pleasure and continue to moan. But Jenna hits your thigh again without leaving your clit.

“Look at me” Jenna demands and you open your eyes, lowering them and meeting Jenna’s dark eyes. She looks into your eyes and circles your clit, sucking hard. You move your hips for more friction but Jenna circles your hips to stop you from moving. She continues to suck your clit and with two fingers she pushes them into your pussy dripping with your juices and her drool. You moaned louder as you felt your pussy stretch with the number of Jenna's fingers.

“You feel so good baby.” Jenna moans at the sight of you. The vibrations on your clit make you moan louder. Jenna adds a third finger which makes your pussy spread and makes you moan. After a few more licks and fingers, you soon feel yourself coming.

“Fuck Jenna I’m coming soon” You moan as Jenna bites your clit and hits you harder and further hitting the best places in your pussy.

“Hold it in. You can only cum when I allow you to” Jenna continues to suck, bite and lick your clit and adds a fourth finger into your hole. You moan at the number of fingers in your pussy and try not to touch Jenna. Jenna continues to finger and suck you for about twenty seconds.

“Cum in my mouth baby.” Jenna allows you and you moan loudly as you cum in Jenna's mouth and on Jenna's fingers. The little brunette moans as she cleans your entire pussy so as not to leave any drips. She removes her fingers and you moan at the loss. She stands up and puts her index and middle fingers in her mouth and the other two fingers in yours. You moan at your taste. You look into each other’s eyes as you suck on his fingers.

Jenna removes her fingers once her fingers are clean by your mouth and kisses you. She pulled her tongue into your mouth and you moaned into her mouth. Your tongues swirl together in an intense, rapid dance. It recedes when your lungs burn from lack of air. Jenna looks at you and you still see desire in her beautiful brown eyes.

“Lie on the floor” Jenna commands and you do exactly as she orders. You lie down and Jenna undresses right in front of you. Your mouth waters seeing her tits and pussy soaking with her excitement. Once undressed, she gets on top of you so that her pussy touches yours.

“Are you ready for a second round baby?” You nod your head not trusting your voice and moaning as you feel the wetness of the petite brunette above you. Jenna cups your jaw to make eye contact. “Answer me” Jenna squeezes your jaw, digging her fingers into your skin.

“Yes Mommy” You moan as Jenna starts moving her hips and her pussy moves against yours.

“Good girl” Jenna kisses you, pushing her tongue into your mouth and touching the back of your throat. You moan, retching. Jenna pulls away and rests her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. “Touch me baby” Without hesitation you put your hands on his hips and you help him by going faster. The little brunette places one hand on the base of your neck and the other on your breasts, massaging it gently.

“Fuck Y/n, I love you so much. I've loved you since I met you on the set of Wednesday. And when I saw you with Joy I saw black. I wanted you so much." Jenna opens up to you with tears threatening to fall and continuing her movement of her hips. You both moan at the friction of your two pussies.

You feel butterflies in your stomach at the words you've been waiting to hear from Jenna's mouth. But you frown when you think about all his fucking during your friendship with benefits.

“So why were you fucking other people when you loved me?” Every time you came back you told me everything in detail. “You don’t understand how Jenna can love you when she was fucking other girls. For you it is incomprehensible. Jenna cups your face to look into your eyes.

“Because I never fucked with other people. You have always been the one and only person who has touched me” Tears flow freely down her cheeks.

“But why were you telling me that then? To hurt me?" Tears are now streaming down your cheeks from incomprehension but also from relief that Jenna hasn't fucked any other girl besides you.

“I wanted to make you jealous. I thought you were going to come at me this way but it was the wrong way. I should have acted like an adult and told you that I loved you. But y/n, I never wanted to hurt you. But I know I still hurt you and I'm so sorry."

Tears run down both of your cheeks. Jenna wipes your tears with her shoots and you do the same for her. You bring his face closer to his and place your lips on his. The kiss is filled with love and apologies from both of you. Jenna slowly continues her hip movements. You withdraw from lack of air.

“I love you so much Jenna. And I promise you that I love Joy just as a friend. It was and always will be you. But I thought you didn't like me when you said you were fucking other girls. So I had lost hope. But I love you so much Jenna." You respond with sincerity and love.

"I'm so sorry." Jenna kisses your forehead and rests her forehead on yours. You shake your head kissing Jenna's soft lips.

“Let’s forget it okay. Let's start from scratch." Jenna nods with a soft smile which you return.

“How about I take you on a date?” Just the two of us to get off to a good start." You smile with joy and happiness as you place your lips on his to kiss more passionately. Your tongues move in a soft sensual dance.

"I say yes." You both smile as you reconnect your lips in another passionate kiss filled with love and sincerity. This kiss also represents the new beginning.

10 minutes later

You walk out of the bathroom after your second round and fix yourself up. You return to your table and notice that Joy has taken Jenna's place. You smile at him and say ‘thank you’ but you can see pain in his eyes. You feel really bad for giving Joy false hope. She is an exceptional person and a truly great friend. You wouldn't replace it for anything in the world. You really hope that your friendship with Joy stays the same as before. You take your place next to Emma and Jenna sits next to you and Oliver. You're talking to Emma when you feel someone take your hand. You look down and see Jenna's hand. You intertwine your fingers with hers and smile when she strokes the back of your hand with her thumb. You look up to see her talking with Oliver, Hunter and her husband but she has a big smile on her face. And you know it's not the boys who cause this smile.

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queenie-official · 10 months

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Chapter One: ‘To find a king’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

a/n: some of this is going to be time accurate but i’m definitely taking creative liberties 😭 im not a historian so please don’t come for me if certain parts are unrealistic for the time (this goes for all future chapters as well btw)

you take a sharp breath in as the air is pulled from your lungs with the tightening of the corset. your lady-in-waiting finishes with one final tug on the laces that makes you huff in protest. “sorry your highness” She says in a brief whisper. “it’s quite alright Eleanora, you’re only doing your job” she nods in acknowledgment as she begins to put on your Pannier.

tuning back into the rather unpleasant conversation you where having with the man standing outside your bedroom door- Barclay your royal advisor had claimed the matter to urgent to wait for you to get ready before he spoke to you, Thus leading you to your current setup- “the people do not think you can rule without a king” he continues on with the same Argument you’ve been having with each other for days now.

“my father ruled by himself for years when my mother past” you counter while shuffling slightly so that Eleanora could put on your petticoats easier. “i’m aware your majesty but with all do respect, he was The king and you will be just a queen” as soon as the sentence leaves his mouth a bitter taste enters yours, glaring daggers through the door that you could only hope he’d sense. “i am not just a queen, i am The queen. its my birthright.” you state sternly as a final white decorative silk petticoat is placed on top of your other three petticoats. the process of getting dressed already aiding in your exhaustion that the conversation was providing you.

“i must remind you that you are not the queen yet. as of right now you are merely crown princess until your coronation day” he says matter of factly, god if your father hadn’t trusted him so much you’d have had him removed from the Castle effective immediately. unfortunately he was one of the only things aside from your own kingdom you had to remind you of him.

you had a feeling he knew this otherwise he’d be a lot less outspoken. regardless of all that you where still the soon to be queen and therefore had every right to put him in his place. “i’d choose your next words very carefully Barclay” it’s more bark than bite, the worst you’d do is send him off to his room for the day like a child who’d gotten in trouble for eating sweets before dinner but that didn’t make the threat any less real.

you hear Barclay take a deep breath, clearly trying to think of a different approach. “your majesty i of course see you as our queen, but the people not so much is what i mean. i think it pertinent to remind you the people must feel heard, and they want a king.” he tries and all you can do is scoff.

“utterly ridiculous, i am just as capable as any man” You reply curtly, moving your arms as Eleanora puts your dress on.

“it’s not necessarily that they think you ill fit, but you also must consider that a husband secures the throne..” your brows knit together in confusion at this admission. now standing impossibly still as engageantes where now being basted onto the elbow part of your sleeve, not wanting to get accidentally pricked from the needle. “secures the throne?” you ask unable to deduct what Barclay had been insinuating.

“with a husband comes the ability of an heir” a silence fills the air as he awaits your response. “oh” was all you could muster out as your mind now raced, how that had slipped your mind. You truly didn’t know but at the very least the need for a king made more sense in your mind now. Of course the people thought you fit to lead, but they also want to make sure you wouldn’t be the last.

“though that aside i think the people would trust you more with a man leading as well” Barclay said cutting off your string of thoughts immediately. you roll your eyes, wanting nothing more then to curse him out but you bite your tongue.

“he would not be leading- i would be leading and maybe i’d allow him to aid me” you say as Eleanora finishes, now just adding the final touches of jewelry and perfume. “your majesty-” he began clearly taken aback and slightly appalled by your statement. “Barclay” you cut him off, just wanting the conversation to end. “it is your most important role as queen to provide the people their future.” he chimes back, doing his best to redirect back to the main point of all of this.

you sigh, brows knitting together as you walk out of the bedroom now facing the Annoying man head on. “provide them a future by baring an heir- to place the weight of that on a child” you state slightly appalled at the thought. “you’ve handled it well” he points out, making your face sour.

“have I really..” you trail off, thinking back to your own childhood. you’d been blessed to have a father that tried to shelter you as long as he could. but of course there was a point where the truth was told and the weight of it all crashed down on you, at the time you weren’t sure if you would have rather known sooner. maybe it would of felt less world ending, then again you knew it wouldn’t have made it any easier to cope with. Having the entire kingdom of Alderaan watching your every move as you grew, a scary thought and even scarier reality you live.

“a husband then” you say forcefully pulling yourself from your own thoughts. Beginning to walk down the hallway with Barclay trailing after you. “correct” he says seemingly pleased with your sudden shift. though in your defense days of his constant blathering about finding a king had worn you down, at least you could say you put up a good fight. “easy enough i suppose” you say while mulling the idea over, keeping your head high as you walk towards the dinning hall.

“he must be of sufficient status” Barclay adds quickly making you pause and turn to face him.“how am i to find someone of sufficient status in such a short time between now and my coronation?” you ask in disbelief and frustration.

“well…” he starts clearly not having thought of that either. “whatever we do we’ll have to be discreet about it, if word gets out that you’re simply marrying a random Man just so he’ll fill a role- it would be a scandal. the people would question how much you truly care if you are to put a stranger on the throne beside you” he warns.

“well they wouldn’t have to worry about that at all if they just let me lead the way i wish. Without a King” you huff and yes you’re aware how childish you must be coming off, but come on marrying a man just to gain your people’s approval? it all seemed rather arbitrary.

“your majesty.” Barclay says clearly annoyed, he looked like he was about to go on another tangent to explain why you must marry someone. the idea of having to listen to him go on and on again made a headache form and you quickly interjected before he could do so “yes i’m aware Barclay.. we’ll keep this a private matter for now, let’s not tell anyone including the royal council” you say reaffirming what he’d warned you about as you enter the dinning hall, honestly you weren’t even that hungry.

Between your conversation with Barclay and how tight your corset was you truly didn’t have much of an appetite at the moment. “it’s a matter of the people, for the people” he says surprising you. utterly confused you turn to him, giving your full attention. “i’m sorry didn’t you just warn me that if word got out it’d be a scandal?” you raise a brow at him, and he scoffs “i meant the people of Alderaan not the royal council” he states with crossed arms a unamused look on his face.

“my private life is non of their business” you say say with a glare, crossing your own arms mocking him. “your business is all of their business, you are the queen” he’s quick to point out and all you could do was laugh at the audacity. “i thought you said i was merely the crown princess? funny how quickly that view changes when needed” before he could fight back you hold your hand up silencing him. “we can discuss this more further later, currently i have more pressing matters to attend to. I mean it when i say we tell no one Barclay, not yet anyway.” you walk away before he can respond, off to do your duties for the day.

part 2

okay here’s chapter one🤭🤭 i hope you guys like it- i actually had a lot of fun writing this and researching certain things. this is going to be more of a reverse Queen Charlotte bridgerton story situation. 😗Anakin is going to be introduced in the next chapter, i’ve actually already got like two more chapters started so i’ll probably work on those tonight 😋 anyway i did go in with the intent to make this a one shot but quickly realized that was not gonna work if i didn’t want it to seem rushed 😭 so yea… anyways i think that’s all i had to say, have a good day huns Xx<3

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Chapter 1: Why Him?

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re stuck on a mission with your annoying, depraved, immature co-worker…

Word count: 6k Warnings/Notices: enemies to lovers, slow burn, named!reader, the events of mk1’s story mode have still happened but with a few changes, johnny being annoying, mildish violence, threats of violence (not followed through), reader is rude and mean, a few curse words here and there, flirty johnny, sexual things mentioned but no actual sex is depicted (yet😈)

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A/N: hiii! I’ve been debating on whether to turn this roleplay i’ve been working on in character.ai into an actual fanfiction and my intrigue eventually won me over!! this is something that has really developed over these past few months, to the point where i would like to share this to the world. btw this is my first actual fanfiction so if anything is off then bare with. also, i’m not an actual writer, just a chronically online loser that has too much time on their hands lol

An audible groan came from the room as Liu Kang explained the task at hand to everyone present.

There have been strange...borderline supernatural occurrences happening in Outworld as of late. You and Johnny Cage have been chosen to both collect more information on one of these strange happenings... together. You both glare daggers at each other as Liu Kang explains the rest. You were stubborn and Johnny was insufferable, naturally the two of you butted heads. In all seriousness, the two of you never liked each other. You thought Johnny a vapid, arrogant child and he thought you an uptight, boring stick-in-the-mud. He never took anything seriously and you took everything too seriously. Truly, a match made in heaven. Why Liu Kang thought it was a good idea to pair the two of you up for this excursion eluded both of you.

"Really? Her? You couldn't choose someone more up for the task?" Johnny complained, rolling his eyes and not bothering to hide his clear annoyance with your presence in the room.

"Are you serious, Lord Liu Kang? There's no way you think this pompous man-child is up for this mission." You also complain to Liu Kang, not even attempting to hide the evident disdain in your voice.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Johnny scoffs, taking offence to your comment. He scowls, crossing his arms across his chest. He was not happy to hear that you didn't like being paired with him, the man's ego was far too inflated.

"It means that you're an arrogant prat, Cage!” You start to point an accusatory finger across the table, in Johnny's direction. "Do you need me to dumb myself down so you can understand me?"

Johnny scowls, glaring daggers at you in response. He's very clearly offended by your insult. His giant ego was far too sensitive. Anyone that dared to insult his fighting abilities, or simply him as a person, did not sit well with the man.

"Oh, I'm the arrogant one? Look in the mirror, princess. You've got a hell of an ego yourself."

You and Johnny subsequently began to argue, both thoroughly unhappy that you both were to be paired together for this mission. Insults and accusations flew across the table as the your voices gradually increased in volume. Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and all others present could only roll their eyes in annoyance, silently hoping that this would be over soon. This quarrel would've went on longer, had it not been for Liu Kang's interference.

"Alright, ENOUGH you two!" Liu Kang's voice was loud and firm as he interrupted the argument between you and Johnny. It was actually a bit comical to see such powerful Earthrealm champions acting like squabbling children, but he had enough of the arguing. It was time to get you two to work together for once in your lives.

"I won't stand for this foolishness any longer!" The Fire God shouted, his cheeks flushing slightly red as rage took ahold of him.

In an instant, you and Johnny ceased your petty squabble. The God of Fire, your superior, has spoken. Simultaneously, you both looked down in shame, muttering apologies under your breaths as your heads hung low.

Liu Kang shook his head in disapproval as neither you or Johnny would make eye contact with him.

"This is pathetic. You two are supposed to be Earthrealm's champions. Yet here you are fighting like children!”

He gave both you and Johnny a look of disappointment, like a parent would give their misbehaving children. Sighing, he took a deep breath in and a long exhale out, effectively calming him down and clearing his mind. He didn't like to lose himself like that, but by the Gods the two of you were doing his head in. He spoke again, now in a much calmer voice.

"Now...l trust that you two will bring back valuable information, yes?"

You nod your head, sitting up straighter in your seat as you address Liu Kang.

"You have my word, Lord Liu Kang. I will not fail you."

As you pledge your loyalty to him, you slowly start to side eye Johnny, scowling at him. The mere thought of working alone with that man starts to make your blood pressure rise.

Johnny nodded his head. For as much of a pain in the ass this was, he was not about to fail Liu Kang. He could be an egotistical dick at times, but he did care about Earthrealm... and he especially cared for Liu Kang, the man who changed the arc of his life.

"I'll do my part, don't worry." He responded. But then, under his breath, he muttered: “As much as I hate working with her."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

An hour later, you and Johnny were in a dimly lit, out of the way, shady part of Sun Do. Johnny was sat on a curb, on his phone scrolling through social media whilst you were leaning against a wall, checking your nails for any fractures or indentations. The two of you were waiting for a contact of Liu Kang's to pick you up and take you to the site of one of those mysterious disturbances you were assigned to investigate.

This contact should be here at any minute. They'd better hurry up, both you and Johnny were bored out of your minds.

Johnny groaned, dramatically and dramatically, as he pushed himself off the curb with his feet. Bored and impatient, he placed his hands on his hips and began tapping his foot on the ground.

"Come on, come on. Where the hell's that contact? Liu Kang said they'd be here at this specific time."

"Silence. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard." Your voice was cold and cutting, as always when you had the misfortune of speaking to him. In response, Johnny snorted.

"Oh, come on. My voice isn't that annoying, is it?" He inquired, a playful smirk on his face as he spoke.

He walked a couple steps closer to you. You didn't say anything to Johnny, only giving him a dirty look and shuffling away from him a bit as he leaned next to you.

He chuckled. The fact that you had moved away from him only caused his smirk to grow wider. He was enjoying himself. He loved to piss you off. Plus, the look you gave him was priceless in his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of being close to me, princess."

You suck your teeth. Johnny's attempt at getting under your skin was working, much to your dismay.

"Piss off, Cage..."

He snickered. Something about getting on your nerves was so immaturely funny to him. He leaned in a bit closer, close enough so that your shoulders were touching. He was enjoying the way your nose crinkled up as he invaded your personal space.

"What's the matter, sugar? I know you wanna hang out with me~"

"Why couldn't have Liu Kang paired me with someone more suitable..." You mutter under your breath. Out of all your fellow champions, you value this pompous prat the least.

Johnny chuckled, leaning against the wall behind you, his eyes fixed on you and your body. There was something about seeing you so irritated that amused him. Maybe it was the fact that you were pretty and he liked attractive women, maybe it was the fact that he was a stupid jerk and he found your irritation funny. Either way, he wasn’t about to stop any time soon.

"Like who? Kenshi?"

You jolt to the side as your shoulders touched, turning towards Johnny to scowl at him. He laughed. The way you react to his presence and touch made his heart beat faster. He was having entirely too much fun annoying you.

"What? Think I'm gonna bite?" He smirked, his eyes traveling down your body.

"One step closer and you're losing a finger." You bluntly warn him. You were bluffing, of course. You don’t want to stain your clean uniform with blood.

"Oh yeah?" Johnny snickered. Being the fool that he is, he leaned in closer until the two of you were mere inches apart.

"Do it. I've taken worse from stronger people than you."

Your scowl increased in intensity. This bastard truly had a talent for pissing you off. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his left wrist and spun him around, pinning his left arm behind his back as you roughly shove him against the wall. He winced as he made contact with the cold brick, he hadn't expected you to be so quick.

You didn't intend to harm him, although you wouldn’t feel particularly guilty if you did so. No, this was all about sending a message. Leaning in so you can whisper in his ear, you issue the strictest of warnings.

"I am not one to be played with. Liu Kang may have paired me with you for this mission but he said nothing about friendly fire. Try me again and you won’t be so lucky."

Johnny felt slightly embarrassed that he'd underestimated you like this, but he didn’t let it show. His annoyance faded when you leaned in and spoke into his ear, the feeling was replaced by surprise. A tingling sensation ran along his spine as the heat of your breath touched his ear, sending a shiver through his body. His small scowl gave way to a grin.

He liked this.

His eyes widened, his cheeks turning a faint pink. His dick started to chub, the crotch area of his uniform felt tight. His hips started to slightly rut agaisnt the wall, just for any sort of release.

"Hahh... this is kinda hot~”

You ignore his painfully in-character response, your hands push his body harder against the wall in annoyance. "Do you understand, Cage?"

Johnny groaned, his face pressed against the rough wall as you keep him pinned against it. Even as the well-trained martial artist that he is, he still couldn't free himself from your iron grasp. He really couldn't believe that this was turning him on, he almost didn't want your hands to leave his body. He had to bite his lip to prevent an unwanted moan from escaping his lips. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to remain calm and respond to your question.

"Y-yeah… I understand."

"Good." You were satisfied to hear that your message of intimidation got across to him. Now, hopefully you could focus more on the task at hand and less on fending off Johnny.

You release your grasp on the man, stepping back in order to give him some space to peel himself off of the wall. Luckily for Johnny, the alleyway that the two of you were in was dark enough that you didn’t notice the bulge in his pants. Gods, you would've probably finished him right there and then.

"Now then, dust yourself off. Liu Kang's contact should be here any minute now."

He did what he was told, brushing his hands over his torso with a grunt. He was careful not to draw any attention to his crotch, he tried to play it cool but his mind was anything but calm right now. You had really riled him up, he could feel his heartbeat in his cock thanks to your stint. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and regain his composure. He adjusted his pants and spoke up, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Yeah… any minute now…”

For a few minutes, a silence hung in the air. You were staring out at the street and he was awkwardly standing around. Johnny didn't like uncomfortable silences, but he also knew didn't really know what to say. Not right now, at least. He was silently praying for this supposed contact of Liu Kang to arrive already, so he doesn't have to experience this mental torture anymore.

Also, the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of you in that tight uniform wasn’t helping matters at all. He was trying his hardest not to glance to the side, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the further the silence went on. And also, because he's Johnny Cage, he has no self-control.

Out of her peripheral vision, you managed to catch Johnny looking over at you. Without looking at him back, you say:

"What are you staring at, Cage?"

Your words cause him to flinch, as if he'd been caught red handed doing something illicit. He quickly looked away, trying to play it off as him being distracted by something else.

"N-Nothing. Just...waiting." He meekly responded. He could feel his cheeks turning a faint pink, a sliver of embarrassment made its way through his being.

"Well, why don't you-"

Whatever you had to say was cut off by a mysterious cloaked figure making their way down the alley, towards you and Johnny. He was well built, at nearly 7 feet tall. Draped from head to toe in a thick brown cloak with a hood covering his face, intimidating would be the perfect word to describe this man.

This must be Liu Kang's contact.

The figure began to speak, much to the surprise of you and Johnny.

"Jonathan ‘Johnny' Cage? Jade Houzuki?"

His voice was deep and course. It sounded almost...inhuman. The sound coming of of his mouth was as rough as sand and as deep as the seas.

You both were a bit startled, both by this cloaked figure's sudden appearance and how it knew both of your names. Johnny specifically was taken aback by the deep and gravely voice of this stranger. It sounded... unnatural, he didn’t like it. He took a few steps towards you, standing closer than usual but not in a protective way. Quite the opposite in-fact.

Despite his shock, Johnny's usual playful demeanour resurfaces as he responds.

"That's us. And you are?"

The figure put a fist and an open hand together, the same gesture that Liu Kang always does. He bowed, showing that he meant no harm, and spoke again.

"Greetings. My name is Geras. I am an associate of Lord Liu Kang. I have been tasked to take you to the site of the pyramid. Come, your transportation awaits."

Geras began to walk out of the alleyway, making it clear that he wished for you and Johnny to follow him.

The both of you give each other a look, it was clear that you two were uneasy. But…if he was an associate of Liu Kang, then he could be trusted...right?

Johnny sighed, and with a cocky air to his stride, began to follow Geras.

"Lead the way, my man."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Geras led the two of you to a horse drawn wooden carriage. Both of you entered the vehicle and sat down on the adjacent seats, patiently waiting to take off.

It was actually rather cozy inside. Four small pink lanterns hung in each corner of the ceiling, staving away the darkness from outside and dimly lighting up the interior. The seats were nice and cushioned, surprisingly so. The door in which you and Johnny entered in sported a little window, perfect for gazing out of.

"Quite a comfy ride we got here, huh?" Johnny said, striking up a conversation with you as the carriage took off. He bounced around a little on the soft cushion of the seat, adjusting himself to sit more comfortably.

The pink light of the lanterns gave the interior a pleasing hue, creating an almost…intimate atmosphere. He was sat on the other side of the carriage, directly across from you. His eyes traveled up and down your body, taking in the sight of you in the low light. Despite the fact that he really didn’t like you as a person, he’d always thought you were attractive.

You, just like him, were shifting around in your seat, adjusting yourself in an effort to get comfortable.

”Yes...it is rather nice in here."

Johnny couldn't stop himself from smirking as he continued to blatantly ogle your form. He leaned back against the wall, loudly sighing as he continued to look you up and down.

"You know, I never pegged you for the comfy type. I always just assumed you'd like, I don't know, a really hard chair or something."

You huff lightly at what he has to say. Was he serious?

"Hah, what in the realms do you mean by that?"

Johnny chuckled a little as well, a sly look was in his eyes as he explained himself.

"I mean...you seem like the type of person who'd be pretty hardcore about your furniture. I assumed you'd like stuff that was really firm."

You don’t say anything, only rolling your eyes at Johnny's remarks before redirecting your attention towards the outside world. This man loved to ramble, and it was more annoying than it was amusing.

Johnny smirked, finding your reaction both amusing and adorable. He always enjoyed making you irritated, like a schoolboy would a pretty female classmate of his.

"C'mon, don't give me the silent treatment. I know you want to argue back." He teased, sitting up and leaning a little closer to you.

You remained silent, giving Johnny a look of irritation as you slightly lean away from him.

"Aw, are you pouting? That's adorable." He teased, inching a little closer until he was so close that your knees almost touched.

"Ugh, you’re annoying…”

Johnny laughed, moving even closer to you. There was something so enjoyable about the way you continue to try and keep your distance from him. He liked this kind of attention, even if it was done out of irritation.

"You love it, sugar." He said in a low, nearly sultry tone. He was so close by now that he wouldn't have to raise his voice to a normal volume in order to be heard.

You were pretty quickly growing sick of Johnny, which wasn't good for you as you have to spend the next few days with him on this mission.

"Geras!" You loudly call out to the construct, the sudden sound of your voice reverberates around the small confines of the carriage. "How long until we reach the mission site?"

Johnny cursed, your sudden yell really startled him. He shifted away from you, crashing back down into his seat as he started to grumble. He crossed his arms over his chest, sulking like a moody teenager.

"Jesus, woman. You scared the hell outta me...”

Geras, meanwhile, was driving the carriage to the mission site. He was sat outside, coursing the horses along the road as well as keeping a watch out for any bandits or wild animals. That deep voice of his spoke up, muffled through the walls of the carriage.

"Not until sunrise." He was silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "The journey will be long. You two may wish to get some rest."

"S-sunrise?!"

Your eyes widened, the thought of spending a whole night in a tiny, enclosed space with a man she couldn't stand made you audibly groan in displeasure. Feeling defeated, you slump back into your seat, not looking forward to the night ahead.

Johnny couldn't help but grin as he saw the defeated look on your face. You looked so cute when you were pissed off, he loved it. The fact that you made no effort to hide the fact that you hated the idea of being stuck in a small space with him for a whole night made him laugh.

"Oh, don't make that face! I don't mind spending the night alone with you." He teased, winking at you.

"I couldn't think of anything worse..."

Johnny was really enjoying this moment, the idea of spending so much time alone with you actually excited him. This was the first time in... ever that he's had the opportunity to experience such a pleasure. Are you as excited as him~?

"Aw, don't be a stick in the mud. I'm sure this'll be fun! After all, we'll have a lot of time to ourselves..."

You suck your teeth at what Johnny had to say. The way he emphasised that last word made it clear what he was thinking about. You aren’t stupid, you know exactly what his dirty little mouth is implying.

"You're a fucking dog."

Johnny pretended to be hurt by your words, even putting a hand on his heart to dramatically convey his "wounded" state.

"Ohhh, a dog? How dare you, darlin’. You wound me."

He wore an exaggerated pout, although the smirk on his face gave away that he wasn't actually hurt by your remark. He was still getting a kick out of this whole thing. He continues to tease you, his voice dropping and taking on a low, sultry tone.

"You know you don't mean it, sugar~"

This man was really starting to piss you off. Johnny loved to rile you up, and you were too ticked off to realise that all he wanted was a reaction. Slumping against the wall, you start to twirl your long braid around your fingers, fighting to resist the urge to slap the irritating man-child across from you. Johnny chuckles, enjoying the sight of your souring mood. He could tell that you want to lash out at him, your attempt at hiding your emotions, if you even bothered to make any, was poor.

"You know, you look so cute when you're angry."

His eyes traveled from your face, down and then back up your body, taking in the delicious sight before him. Johnny started to shift around a little in his seat, subtly adjusting his pants as he felt something start to grow down there.

"Whatever..." You laid your body down on the seat below, a slow yawn slipping past your lips. You too shifted around in your seat, now makeshift bed. Though, not for the reasons that Johnny across from you was.

You were so tired, you'd been up all day without a chance for a moments rest. Your exhaustion, and the man across from you in general, left you unable to keep your heavy eyelids open. Geras did say that this journey would be a long one, so why not get some rest?

"I'm going to sleep." You inform Johnny, mentally hoping that he would follow suit and stop fucking pestering you already. "Do not bother me."

Johnny rolled his eyes. He leaned back, resting his arms behind his head as he watches you make yourself comfortable. He was actually fairly tired himself, but he didn't want to let you know that. He really just wanted to keep teasing you, to see that pretty face of yours curl up in disdain.

"Hmph. And what if I do?"

"Then it’ll be your last mistake."

You casually threaten him whilst your eyes close. The mental image of Johnny being up all night and having no one to talk to actually makes a small smile sprout on your face. How ever would he cope?

"You should rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Johnny, however, laughs at your words, not in the least bit taken aback by your threat. He knew that you would probably hurt him for real if he kept bothering you, it wouldn’t be the first time if you did, either. But, a part of him was also tempted to stay up all night, just to spite you.

He leaned his head back against the wall, raking his eyes over your body one more time. A yawn escaped him, fatigue was starting to sink its claws into him. Some rest really didn't sound half bad.

"Hmph...fine."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It's now the peak of the night.

The carriage continues its journey toward the location that the disturbance was said to originate from. The interior is now significantly darker, intensified by the late hour. Faint illumination emanated from the four small lanterns that hung in the ceiling corners.

Having long departed Sun Do, the world outside has been submerged in a profound silence, Outworld was plunged in darkness. Along with the distant noises of animals, only the muffled sound of the carriage wheels rolling across the ground disrupted the quiet of the night.

Despite the small and cramped conditions, you’ve made yourself comfortable, you're now fast asleep. Johnny, however, is awake. He was unable to fall unconscious, all the tossing and turning in his seat no longer helped. He was bored out of his mind, there wasn't much else to do besides sit here and wait.

He glanced over at you, a sly smile spread across his face as an idea formed in his head. He knew that he should probably let you sleep, but the idea of getting under your skin again was simply too tempting to resist. You were so cute when you were pissed off, could you blame him?

"Jaaade…Jaaade…wake up."

Despite his pestering, you remain fast asleep, lightly storing to add to it. Johnny, however, doesn't give up. He chuckled at your quiet snoring, finding you endearing in this state. A part of him actually wanted to leave you be, but the more he looked at your sleeping face, the more he wanted to bother you.

"Come on, princess… I know you're awake..." He leaned in close. He spoke into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fortunately for Johnny and unfortunately for you, this did the trick. Waking up, you let out a yawn whilst slowly pushing yourself off of your seat. Your voice was groggy and your speech was slow as you speak to him.

"Joh.... Johnny? Are we......there yet?"

He chuckles at the sight of you waking up, the tired and sleepy look on your face made you look even more adorable in his eyes, if possible.

"No, not yet, darlin'. We've still got a ways to go."

Wait, what? The news that you haven't yet arrived at the mission site caused you to wake up a bit more. If you weren't there, why did Johnny wake you up? Did something happen? Did bandits attack? Is Geras alright?

You sit up rapidly, still in a half-awake state but becoming increasingly paranoid. Your voice was rapid as you spoke at Johnny, your mind starting to go a million miles a minute.

"...So why did you wake me up if we aren't there?! Is everything alright? Are we-“

The sound of Johnny laughing cut you off. Your alarmed and paranoid state was so damn amusing to him. Seeing you get so worked up over nothing was just too entertaining.

"Calm down, sugar, everything's fine. I was just bored and wanted someone to talk to." He smiled, enjoying the view of you darting up. Your eyes were so wide, you looked like you were ready to pop a vein.

Is he fucking serious? "Are...are you fucking serious?"

Johnny's smile just widened at your outraged response. He loved when you got like this, it meant that he was getting under your beautiful skin.

"I'm dead serious, darlin'. I got bored and thought to myself, let me wake the sleeping beauty up so that I have someone to talk to."

The revelation that he woke you up not because you were being attacked, but because he was merely bored, really pissed you off. This bastard had purposely disturbed your rest no good reason. The panic coursing through your being quickly shifted to anger, bordering on rage.

"You woke me up because you're... bored?!"

Johnny chuckled, he shamelessly enjoyed seeing you like this. The fact that he had the power to drive you up the wall with such a stupid reason was entertaining, to say the least.

"Yep, I'm bored. And I had no one to talk to, aside from Geras outside, and he doesn’t seem like he’s a very good conversation partner..." He smirked, watching you closely.

You were now fully awake. The sudden onslaught of panic and anger had snapped you out of your sleepy state. You were giving Johnny a death glare as you held yourself up off your seat by your arms. The fact that he had woken you up for no good reason made your face contort into a scowl.

Johnny grinned in contrast, knowing that he had successfully annoyed you again. That death glare aimed solely at him was exactly the response he'd been looking for.

"Aw, don't look at me like that, darlin’! Come on, ain't you bored too?"

"By the Gods..." You take a deep breath in and a long exhale out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you restrain yourself from outright attacking this man there and then.

He chuckled again at your reaction as he leaned back against his seat, stretching his limbs out.

"Come on, can you blame me? We've been in this cramped ass carriage for hours now. I know you’re also bored.”

"Johnny-"

He knew that you were holding back from physically attacking him, and that you were probably thinking of a billion ways to kill him. Johnny knew he was annoying and that he pissed you off, that was the fun in it. Like the ass that he is, he still continued to push you. He leaned in, his face now mere inches from yours.

"What's wrong, sugar? Cat got your tongue?"

Opening your eyes to see Johnny's face inches away from your own wasn't a welcome surprise. Grumbling, you roughly shove him backwards, using his own face to push his body away from you. He crashed back down on his seat with a loud: "Oof!"

After the initial shock of you shoving him wore off, he started to rub his chin and chuckle, the mild sting on his face not really bothering him.

"Damn, you got quite the strong arm, don't you, darlin'?"

"Just go back to sleep, Cage..." You mutter as you lay back down, trying your hardest to fall back asleep.

Johnny sighed, leaned back against the wall of the carriage and propping his feet up on the adjacent seat to him, the spot besides your head. "Well..."

"Do you even have a favourite colour, Jade?"

He looked at you curiously, his eyes on your facial features. As much as he revelled in getting on your nerves, a part of him genuinely wanted to hold a conversation with you.

"...Why do you ask?" You reopened your eyes, your anger gave way to confusion, intrigue.

Johnny shrugged, keeping his eyes on you as you lay there, looking up at him. "I don't know, I'm just curious. Can't a guy have a normal conversation with the woman who's stuck with him for the entire night?"

"Hm..." You lie there, pondering his question. Maybe, just maybe, if you answer him then he’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.

"...l am rather partial to green."

Johnny smiled in response, this time genuinely. Of course, you would pick the colour that you mostly wore, it made perfect sense.

"Green, huh? Me too." His tone was jovial, but still slightly teasing.

"Is that why you wear it so much? 'Cause you know it suits you?"

You don't say anything, a light scoff escaping you is your response instead.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a bit. Realising that you wouldn't get back to sleep anytime soon, and realising that Johnny wouldn't let up in bothering you talking to you, you sit up and take in a deep breath.

"You like green, too?"

Johnny was admittedly a little surprised that you’d actually started to talk to him. He was honestly expecting you to refuse to speak to him like you always do. Nonetheless, he still answers your question without missing a beat.

"Yeah, I do...guess that's another thing we share in common then, darlin'." He chuckles, his smile never fading. You were a tough nut to crack, but maybe he could get you to loosen up a little more.

"Guess so."

Johnny’s smile widened. For the first time in a long time, you two were starting to have an actual, normal and proper conversation, not just a petty argument. He found himself enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would. He let out a chuckle as he looks you over again. Your tired, yet still rather attractive appearance still intrigued him. He couldn't help but say something.

"You know, you still look cute even when you're sleep deprived."

You chuckle. Johnny's flirting surprisingly makes you laugh instead of getting on your nerves.

And that's when you take a good look at him. The dim pink lighting above actually complemented his features rather well. His cheekbones were well defined, his jawline strong and his smile was bright. Moving downwards, the way his uniform hugged his broad form made a warm feeling make its way through your stomach. Your face softened ever since slightly. As annoying as he was, Johnny is still a very handsome man. Slowly, you were starting to see this.

You start to, ever so slightly, warm up to him. Well, maybe the atmosphere the two of you were in was having some sort of effect on your psyche. Either way, what was commencing was doing so.

"Must you flirt with every single woman you come across?"

Johnny liked how you chuckle at his words, taking it as a good thing that you weren’t as irritated with him as usual. He let out a soft laugh, his face still wore a smile but his voice took on a sultry tone as he spoke to you next.

"No, I only do it to the beautiful ones."

"Like Kitana? I've noticed how you flirt with her."

"Oh, Kitana..."

He laughed again and craned his neck to look out of the window for a bit. His smile shifted into a sly smirk as he looked back at you. "Maybe a little..."

The smirk on his face grew. It sounds almost as if he was thinking about something that he and he alone was aware of.

"And what if Kitana and I were…friends of sorts?"

You chuckle again, somewhat amused by his revelation. The implication of his words didn't elude you, of course he'd be hooking up with Kitana.

”Then Sindel would have your head."

He shrugged, not at all bothered by that very true fact.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take...for Kitana, at least."

Johnny paused for a moment and looked at you again, his smirk widened as he next spoke.

"Jealous, are you?"

You roll her eyes, your usual feelings of annoyance with him starting to bubble back up again. "Please..."

The smirk on his face grew more sly. In his eyes, you were trying to act unbothered by the whole situation. He believed that deep down, he knew of your true feelings.

"Aw, come on darlin'. Don't lie to me now. I can see it in your eyes. You're jealous that I'm hitting on a gorgeous girl like Kitana." He winked, continuing to tease you.

"Hah, whatever helps you sleep at night." You start to shift in your seat a little. Not because what Johnny was saying was true, which it wasn't, but because you were starting to grow a little uncomfortable.

This just amused Johnny more. In his eyes, you were starting to get flustered. The knowledge that him and the princess were FWB clearly got to you, he thought. It was all a little to him. He leaned in closer to you, his voice just a whisper.

"Aw, don't worry, princess. Your secret's safe with me. I know you're feeling a tad jealous that I'm into Kitana."

“By the Gods, you're annoying..."

Aww, you was trying to cover up the jealously that was inside you, how cute! There's nothing to be ashamed about.

"And you're adorable when you're jealous like this." He leaned forward, even closer to you.

You again push Johnny away from you by his face, but this time noticeably lighter. Wow, he really was making progress! A yawn slips out of you, you go ahead and lay back down in your seat, shifting around a bit in a bid to get comfortable.

“…I’m going back to sleep. You should, too." You look at Johnny one last time before closing your eyes. "And don’t bother me this time."

Johnny couldn't resist rolling his eyes in response to your warning, but that smirk never faded. He leaned back in his seat and placed his arms behind his head. He silently watched you lay down and start to drift back to sleep. Only the Elder Gods know what his lewd mind was thinking about at that moment.

"Night, darlin'..."

A/N: thank you for reading!! the actual roleplay isn’t anywhere near done yet, i have so many plans for johnny and jade!! i can’t wait to lay them all out with y’all <33

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x you #mortal kombat imagine

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porcelain-savior · 5 months

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Hi!!

So I have a request for stone x reader!!

Can you do one were reader is really pretty so she catches the attention of other scraps? But stone has a crush on her so he gets super overprotective!!

THANKS!!( BTW I love you story's!!)

Flawless

Stone x Reader

a/n: yippee

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Stone clenched his fists as he watched another scrap flirt you shamelessly. He grumbled as he tapped his foot impatiently as he glared daggers at the person who was speaking to you. Then his gaze wandered back to you, his face soften. Then he grumbled as he watched the person place their hand on your shoulder.

“You know…you’re very pretty.” The person said, smirking. You blushed as you smiled. “Thank you!” You giggled. Stone’s eyes narrowed as he quickly walked to the two of you. Stone stood behind you, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared down at the scrap.

The scrap glanced up at Stone before they got intimidated. “See you later.” The scrap said before they rushed off. “Really?” You asked, turning to Stone, raising an eyebrow. “You’re too pretty for them.” Stone said as his face softened staring at you.

“You say about everyone I talk to.” You huffed, staring up at him. “That’s because it’s true.” He sighed as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

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Stone watched you from afar, his cheeks flushed. He saw the light the sun reflected onto your face, his cheeks turned red. You smiled, before turning over to him. “Stone! Come here!” You giggled. He got up from the wall he was leaning against and walked over to you. “What’s up?” He asked as he sat down next time you closely, your legs touching each other.

“Look at the sunset.” You said, turning to face the sunset. Stone only nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. He felt his breath getting caught in his throat. “It’s breathing taking.” He said, staring at you. “I know right!” You said, glancing over to him.

“Stone?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Stone jumped as he stared at you. “What?” “You’ve been staring at me the whole time.” “I rather stare you than the sun.”

Silence, you felt your cheeks flushed as you looked away. “Shut up.” You muttered. Stone had a small smile, before he leaned closer to you.

“You’re pretty for me.” He said, reaching over and taking your hand. “I figured.” You muttered, your hand holding his hand tightly. “I’m guessing this is your confession?” You asked. Stone nodded. “How sweet..” you giggled, kissing his cheek.

#x you #ramshackle x you #ramshackle x reader #stone x reader ramshackle #fluff #oneshot #stone x reader #silly #x reader #ramshackle stone

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gobblinggojo · 2 years

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On a Shinsou/Reader request, wondering if you could do a rivals to lovers prompt or maybe a first kiss one?

Idk just came up with some ideas, hope you feel better by now btw- 🖤🖤

No idea if it's already known or not, BUT I ADORE SHINSOU, UGH! And Shinsou with a rivals to lovers prompt AND A FIRST KISS? AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I love this request so much omg.

And I'm feeling a little better! I'm really congested still and I have the WORSTTT I-Pad kid cough, but I'm getting better!

♡You Wanna Kiss me so Bad it Makes You Look Stupid: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader♡

♡ warnings: rivals to lovers, cursing, use of the word dumb, shinsou’s a little shit♡

♡ requests are open♡

“c’mon, admit it. you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid,” his words were venom in the air; hitting me hard and making me more upset than i already was.

Hitoshi Shinsou was the one guy whom i loathed with every fiber of my being. It always got on my nerves; seeing him try to act all big and bad around the students of class A and act so nonchalant about every little thing. It annoyed me. How could someone who was obviously destined to be a hero be so goddamn annoying? And now, here he was, standing right in front of me, a shit-eating grin plastered on his beautiful face. I was wrapped up in his scarf, which he had used to bind me, upside down on a tree.

Today for class, Mr. Aizawa wanted us the train with a group of students to get a better understanding of other quirks; and lucky me, Shinsou was a part of the student group that would be training with us. The both of us never missing a chance to embarrass the other—or even trying to prove that one of us was better than the other, instantly went into a battle with one another--which resulted in my current predicament. I wanted to scream, to cry, to punch him in his stupid face. What kind of guy binds a person up and makes a comment like THAT to them?

My face was on fire. “What the hell kind of assumption is that Shinsou?!” My words were yelled at an octave higher than my usual vocal range. I sounded embarrassed and I despised that. I was struggling against the white cloth, muscles tensing and untensing as I tried to get out of my current situation. Shinsou was dead wrong, DEAD WRONG. I have never once wanted to kiss him before in my life. Where the hell did, he get that assumption from?

“Just look at you Y/n. Look at your face--your dumb little face,” that shit-eating grin never once left Shinsou’s face as he stared into my eyes. His eyes were beautiful. A deep violet hue, enchanting all in all. Each time I looked into them they took my breath away, and that made me mad.

“Look at you, you’re just starin’ at me, mouth wide open. Have nothing to say?” I wanted to beat his ass. “Am I that pretty, Y/n?” Shinsou tilted his head, a faux pout appearing on his face as he furrowed his brows into a worried look. Dammit he was so cute.

A groan left my lips, the feeling of all of that blood rushing to my head was finally getting to me. “Shinsou let me down,” my words were a jumbled mess, I felt hot all over. Was I embarrassed? Flustered? I have absolutely no idea, but that and the combination of my head filling with blood was really making me dizzy. A worried look befell Shinsou’s face before he tugged on his scarf; instantly rushing over and grabbing a hold of my body as I plummeted down to the ground.

“Did you have to make that scarf go so tight, idiot?!” I exclaimed as I finally shot up after regaining my sense of self. My eyes glared daggers right at Shinsou, wishing and praying that he would spontaneously combust right then and there.

Shinsou stood there for a moment, staring at me--a blank look was on his face as he watched me closely, studying me. And then, a cheeky smirk slowly grew on that beautiful face of his--a smirk that could almost put the Cheshire Cat’s own to shame. “I guess you really fell for me, huh Honey?” My blood ran cold at that nickname. I wanted to throw up.

“You’re disgusting!”

“And you like me.”

“I do not!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I do not!”

“Let’s not lie now, Y/n.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,”

“OH! just shut up and kiss me!” As I said those words, my hands flew up to Shinsou’s face. Both were placed on his cheeks, instantly pulling him down into a very clumsily initiated kiss. Teeth knocked against teeth, noses against noses; I’m sure our lips would end up becoming bruised with how much force the kiss was initiated with.

Moments passed as we stood there under that tree, pressing numerous different kisses against one another’s lips. Everything felt amazing--enchanting even. My first kiss, my first EVER kiss was everything and more than I had wanted it to be. After what felt like hours, we finally pulled away. Shinsou rested his forehead against mine, the mouth of us breathing harshly to catch our breaths. Soon, another smirk fell on Shinsou’s perfect face. “Told ya you wanted to kiss me,” he whispered in a hushed town.

“Shut up, Shinsou.”

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mystwrites · 5 months

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Heya Myst! For the 200 followers event (CONGRATS BTW! YOU DESERVE IT!), can I please request 🫐🧺 with lee! Sigma and ler! Nikolai (BSD). Romantic or platonic, I don't have a preference! Have a lovely day!

My Event Closes on the 22nd

Sigma stared at the food in front of him. Never in his entire life had he seen so many different things and never has he ever left his casino for the land below for something as odd as a picnic. Nikolai was truly an artistic person, picking out one of the fanciest blankets to sit on and finding a nice, shady spot away from other people. Not to mention the very organized way he spread all the food out. Sigma was amazed not only by how well prepared Nikolai was, but the fact that Nikolai somehow knew all his favorite food aside from sugar cookies.

“Hey, you look a little serious there, pal.” Nikolai said, breaking Sigma from his train of thought.

“Sorry, just thinking about things.” Sigma replied, about to bite into a turkey sandwich with his favorite type of cheese, mozzarella.

“Yknow, I wanna play a little game with you.~” Nikolai snickered when Sigma glared at him.

“No. Let me enjoy my sandwich in peace.” Sigma took another bite, praying that Nikolai would spare him for once.

“Oh come on! It’s quiz time!~”

Sigma all but choked on his sandwich. “Not now! I thought we were gonna relax and have what you call a “chill” day?!?”

“Relax, my friend!” Nikolai chuckled and sat next to Sigma, the younger man suddenly becoming very nervous and suspicious. “This is a chill day!”

“Not with you being…so close and acting like you’re up to something!” Sigma shoved Nikolai back. “Go away! I wanna eat in peace!!”

“Sorry, but I’m not leaving you alone until you stop stressing! There’s nothing to stress about!” Nikolai poked Sigma’s sides, smirking as he heard a squeak. “Ohhh…what’s this?~”

“Aaahh!!” Sigma slapped Nikolai’s hand away. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m poking you.” Nikolai replied, smiling as innocently as he could. “Why?”

“I-it’s annoying!”

“Mm…so if I keep doing this, you’ll get irritated enough to indulge in my quiz, right?”

Sigma flinched as Nikolai continued to poke his sides. Upon fingers poking his ribs, he had enough for one day. Sigma giggled but slammed his sandwich back into the bag and threw it back into the cooler, glaring daggers at the literal clown sitting next to him.

“Stop! I swear to god if you don’t stop…” Sigma began.

“What? You’ll what?” Nikolai taunted, grinning from ear to ear. “You’ll giggle?~”

No wonder Fyodor decided to decline the picnic invitation. Nikolai was just as chaotic as he always was even though one of his promises was to behave. Good for Fyodor, he didn’t have to deal with this absolute tomfoolery but unfortunately for Sigma, he was gullible enough to join Nikolai after much convincing.

“No! I don’t giggle!” Sigma growled. “Don’t you dare touch me!” Sigma pointed to the opposite end of the blanket. “Go all the way over there and eat your cream cheese stuffed sandwich! Gross by the way. Go over there before I hit you with all of this!”

“Come on! I’m not touching you.~” Nikolai sang, clearly touching Sigma by poking his sides repetitively. “See? Ooh! I think I heard a giggle! Is Siggy kun ticklish?~”

Sigma wanted nothing more than to make Nikolai choke on the darn apple he was now holding in his left hand. He hated that he was the man’s poking subject and yelled, falling over when Nikolai gave his sides a squeeze.

“Don’t cahahall m-me tha-AAHA!!” Sigma cupped his mouth as he fell over, glaring at Nikolai before giggles spilled from his lips. “Stooohohop!! I’ll kick your shi-hahaha!!

“Yippee!!” Nikolai sang, wrestling Sigma down with ease. “C’mon, Sigma kun! Let’s hear those giggles!~”

As much as Sigma didn’t want to giggle, Nikolai managed to force them out. Sigma didn’t know what sort of witchcraft this man was using but it certainly worked its magic, the younger of the two giggling himself absolutely silly.

Nikolai found Sigma’s ribs and smiled as his laughter rose in pitch. Sigma was going to probably scream at him and whack him with his sandwich bag and maybe one of the charcuterie boards after he finished but it was worth it to hear Sigma’s laughter.

A/N: Thanks for the request! I made this drabble a little short for two reasons, one I had no time and wrote this all in 10 min and two, I didn’t know how I was going to write Nikolai😅Hope I did ok!

#bsd tickling #tickle drabbles #myst’s 200 followers event #lee!sigma #ler!nikolai #tickle fic #bungo stray dogs tickling

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ciginatree · 4 months

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im so sorry im here again with more chris content 😭

possessive chris. like as in “thats MY girl/boy.” or partner idk. whatever you prefer. i imagine he would eat you out fuck you dumb and encourage you to be louder so everyone knows who you belong to

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR GIVING ME THOUGHTS THAT I’LL BE DWELLING ON FOR A LONG TIME 🫵

Imagine if you will:

This guy had been hitting on you all night at a release party. Finally, Chris has had enough. You’re his dammit. He glared daggers at the guy as he kisses your cheek. He wraps an arm tightly around your waist and the night can end one of 2 ways:

1) He fucks you quickly in the venue bathroom, encouraging you to loudly moan his name and then you return to the party like nothing happened

2) You leave the party and he takes you home where he fucks you all night long before holding you possessively and sweetly against his chest while you sleep

(Btw I swear I haven’t forgotten about the Ricky fic you requested I’m working on it rn I promise)

Tag list: @abiomens @rumoured-whispers

#motionless in white #miw #miw band #chris motionless #chris motionless headcannon #chris motionless x reader #chris motionless fanfiction #answered

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trrickytickle · 1 year

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Ten-Tickles 🛸

the punchline was “what does it take to make an alien laugh?” but then again, title would get too long. last fic i did for this franchise was so bad (it was pretty much a glorified headcanon list) so i deleted it 💀 Be warned, a lot of these drabbles have the same sort of wafer-thin setup, I just need excuses to write the situations they're in.

Self-indulgent switch Ben+Gwen drabbles I did in between prompts and such. because 1) I’m a 2000s CN kid and 2) I’m trash lmao. Props to my brother for putting up with me for asking him questions about a show I haven’t seen in years and then again it was only bits and pieces of said show. they should have had a tk scene let me live my truth. and yes i've never watched this show in years but i do have a human encyclopedia at my disposal (shoutout again to my poor brobro)

But anyways, oh my DAYS, Ben and Gwen. Still essential parts of EVERY tickle doodle sheet. They were THE ler-leaning switches ever in my day (old hag voice). DEF annoying lers, tk potential THROUGH DA ROOOOF but the shenanigans are better in small doses. footerfeet tickles in ditto + wildvine + greymatter drabbles btw (if u dont like) (OH and in the last drabble as well)

I am NOT familiar at all with any of the story stuff or like 128923 other serieses. All I know is that there's a blue furry now and what my brother tells me (a whole bunch, it's the tism) (same). This is just my brainvomit. So yeah. These are the small shenanigan doses. 10 drabbles, 10 aliens, that’s the gist. YEAH IM TRASH SUE ME

Putting the weird gut-wrenching feeling he got after the Omnitrix would power down again aside, Ghostfreak was a fun one. What was not to love about phasing through walls like a peeping Tom and scaring the crap out of little kids? Best part was- Gwen didn’t seem to like him.

This past summer, the Rustbucket had parked its tires down next to many, many art museums, much to Ben’s dismay. The Cleveland Art Museum was no different to him (it was in Ohio, so it was probably worse). Marble statues and paintings filled a lifeless square with ivory walls as if to compensate for something. Like the art strung up on the walls, it was a tragic sight. Ben gave a loud groan, to which Grandpa Max shushed in response.

“Look, it’s all part of the deal-” he lectured. “We went where you wanted to go-”

“Blehh-bleh-blehh-bleh-bleh-bleh-bleeh..” Ben mocked, just barely brushing past a delicate display.

“Can’t you have some culture, mush-for-brains!?” Gwen snapped. “This place has lots of history behind it!”

They kept walking, stopping to admire piece after piece after piece, and then they just had to read the little information cards on the bottom. Boring.

“Yeah, yeah, history, schmistory. The guy who drew that’s probably dead anyway. Speaking of dead…” Slamming the dial on a spooky silhouette, Ghostfreak floated up with a chill in the frigid air.

"Boo!" he joked, startling Gwen (and everyone else in the museum) with a jolt. She scowled, glaring daggers into Ghostfreak's single pupil.

“What? This place is practically a ghost town already.” Another glare from the ginger. “Tough crowd, I guess.” Ghostfreak phased through a few statues and peeled off its skin to scare onlookers, then went back to bother Gwen again.

“Heeeeeyyy…”

"What.” Gwen snapped, turning around from her view of a sculpture. The alien dove through her torso, phasing through and quite literally getting inside her head, possessing her and stringing her hands around like a disorganized puppeteer.

"Stop tickling yourself." Ghostfreak rasped. Out of her control, Gwen's own hands danced around her tummy. Her possessed body struggled to keep from breaking out in a laughing fit, snickering, snorting and gritting her teeth.

"NGH-gh-hh-heh.." Gwen grunted, contorting her twisting smile into a grimace. Her own arms still moved unwillingly around her sides, and Ghostfreak's teasing whispers rang through her own corporal body.

"Stop tickling yourself. Stop tickling yourself. Stooop tickling yourself~" Her cousin's nagging voice surrounded Gwen's thoughts louder than usual, and if that wasn't bad enough, her own fingers involuntarily dug their way into her ribs, and along the hallowing halls reverberated her shrill, loud shriek.

'Hehehe-haha-hYIEEEEK!! Youhohou're such a dweeb!!" Through laughter, her own hands squeesed their way down her sides.

Ghostfreak phased out of her, laughing in a strange demented manner. Scowling, Gwen and Grandpa Max were dragged out of the building whilst Ben floated behind, gloating.

Well, this wasn't the first place they were kicked out of.

The Plumber base was cool at first. The secret entrance was cool. The alien ray-guns were cool. Even the prospect of plain old Grandpa kicking butt for a living was cool. As visits became more frequent, the wow-factor dulled. Grandpa Max would almost always be off discussing confidential matters, and Ben and Gwen would be left to their own devices under the vague condition of "don't touch anything", and more often than not, Ben would run into a room he wasn't allowed in while Gwen ran after him, and such was the case. A monitor twice the size of a movie screen fell before the cousins' eyes, with a keyboard thrice as wide to boot.

"Too many failed login attempts. Try again in fifteen minutes!?" Ben groaned. "You'd think we'd be allowed to test some of this stuff out.."

"What part of "don't touch anything" do you not understand, bozo?" Gwen retorted.

"Relax, it's not like he'll notice.." Ben shrugged in response, fingers wriggling over the cluttered keyboard. Before he could lay a finger on it, Gwen held him up by the back of his shirt.

"Hey! Do I look like I want Grandpa to kill us?"

Writhing, Ben looked down, turning the Omnitrix dial and slamming it, resulting in a mass of neon-streaked ferrofluid coagulating into his technological form. Upgrade slithered its way out of Gwen's reach and enveloped the screen, and Ben was interlinked to the monitor.

"Wo-ho-hoah! Look at all these! I don't even know what to name all of them!" Upgrade chirped, putty-like head popping out of the monitor. Slides of alien data files popped up in duochromatic green and black. Gwen groaned in frustration and scoured the keyboard for some sort of power down switch.

"Come on, come on! The Plumbers should know where to put a dang off button!" Disgruntled, Gwen's fingers closed as many tabs as her cousin could open. Ben felt jolts of static zapping at his mechanical form. For every press on the unnecessarily complicated contraption, the little zaps would grow increasingly inconvenient. And they tickled. Bad. Upgrade thrashed, threatening to jump out of the screen.

"-ngh- Would you stop -ugh- bothering me? I'm trying to get us- YOU out of trouble!" Gwen dodged the assault of his synthetic limbs while resuming her attempt to shut the device off.

"Hehe-heh-hey! I'm nohot trying to, you're tickling me!" Upgrade jittered. There was an eager glint in Gwen's eyes which made him regret his choice of words. Like a pianist, she cracked her knuckles, wiggling her fingers before the keys.

"Oh yeah? How's this for tickling? How about this?" Gwen pressed a crescendo of keys in a sadistic cacophony in a quick, succeeding fashion. Her fingers precisely clicked away from the top row all across the bottom. Upgrade's putty-like construct could barely constrict, only jutting outwards as each shockwave coursed through his synthetic body.

"G-gh-HA-HA-heh-HAHA-hah-heh-ha-HAHAHAHAHA! Quihihit it, lame-brain! Stohop, stohoho-hop! Ihi-hihi'm beheh-hehe-gging you!"

"Nope. Serves you right!" Gwen continued, smirking in sadistic glee at her newfound knowledge. Her hands criss-crossed across the board, aiming for certain nooks and crannies (the space bar was especially bad), laughing along with the Mechamorph.

As what was left of ten minutes ticked away, the clicking of keys grew louder and faster, and Upgrade's chippery laughter rang through the hallowed halls of the Plumber base.

It wasn’t fair. No matter how many games of license plate bingo Ben betted it on, it was always Gwen who got to sit and soak up the AC in the front seat. It was torture, seeing her kick back, a gloating grin square on her face when she looked back at the shaky, sizzling back seat- and desperate times like this called for desperate measures. Annoying ones. Wandering his way down the matted carpet of the Rustbucket on his tiptoes, Ben crept up at his cousin and goosed her in the sides with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Poke.”

A squeal! made Grandpa look back from the steering wheel and groan dejectedly. Gwen scowled, gritting her teeth.

“Rrrr! Why do you have to be such a- EEEEE!!” A plethora of pokes followed from her sides up to her ribs, along with occasional digs at her armpits- that is if they weren’t slammed shut in preparation for imminent attack.

“Gr-Grandpa! He’s being annoying!” To no avail, Grandpa Max kept on driving, trying to shut out her high pitched laughter.

“I’m only stopping if you’ll let me sit up front..” Ben retorted obnoxiously. “Poooooke- OW!” Gwen flicked him on the index finger in response, giggling smugly. He attempted to reach in numerous times afterwards, but each one would be deflected by Gwen’s hand.

“Nice try, doofus! That won’t work on me!” she stated, hands on hips. It was desperate times like now which called for desperate measures. Knowing Ben, he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and when Gwen heard the dial-turn of the Omnitrix, it spelled trouble.

“But this might!” Four-Arms’ booming, baritone voice growled. His massive size bent him double against the roof of the RV, which only made Gwen closer to (two) arms’ reach.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.”

But think about it he did. Gwen’s wrists were grasped by Ben’s single muscle-bound alien arm, lifting her up, and his other three were prodding away while she squirmed at the hands of the squatting extraterrestrial.

"Hihihehehehehe-AH-haha! Puhuhut me dohohown!" She bucked, instinctively kicking the window so hard the air freshener swung like a pendulum. Grandpa Max lifted one hand off the steering wheel to facepalm and rub his temples. Kids.

"Surrender the front seat!"

"Or whahahat, you slimeba-ha-hall!?"

"Or I'm amping it up!" Halting the stabbing jabs, Four-Arms lifted Gwen's legs up, receiving full access to her torso. Her long-sleeved tee was pulled to reveal her midsection, which his brawny lower hands then toyed with like an organ. "So, about that front seat.. Ready for it to be mine now? Huh??.." " ..Huh? Aw, MAN!" Like it was fate, the Omnitrix timed out in a flash of red, and Ben was met with a stern Grandpa-glare.

Why'd she always have to win?

"Kk-ggh-HA-HA! That's unfahair! G-Gwen, you're che-hee-HEA-ting!"

"Hah-how is it chehe-heating if- -ngh- I'm nohot letting you cheat!?"

The plasticine squeak of chafing against polyester was frequent as gunfire in the warzone that was the Rustbucket and laughter filled summer air like mustard gas- an all-out tickle tussle had arose in the midst of a stop for gas and supplies. Gwen had the upper hand, as Ben had slid off onto the carpet from her dirty tactic of holding up his left hand (conveniently also his cool alien watch-wielding hand) and targeting his armpit. Hypocritically, she reached over for her spellbook, leaning over on the booth seat as her cousin floundered on the carpet, and she had let go, unaware, only to look back at a flash of neon green. Ditto emerged, splitting into one- then two- then three.

"Uh-ooooh, looks like somebody's outnumbered!" One chatty clone piped while the other snuck up behind her back, putting its arms above Gwen's shoulders and mercilessly targeting her tummy. The other two, however, grabbed her ankles and tossed her shoes off and gave each other the same shit-eating knowing smirk, cartoonishly wiggling their free fingers.

"Hah-hehe-HA-ha-HA! Ahaha-ha-quit it, quit it, qui-hih-hi-hit it!" Gwen repeated, giggling.

"Raspberry on three?" the Ditto at her left foot remarked, the rest nodding.

"Three.. two.."

"One!" Gwen yelled, squeezing the Ditto behind her's side. All three yelped in unison, and the smile on her face shifted to one involuntary to a knowing grin. Smirking, she pinned the clone down, pursing her lips and leaning in for a satisfyingly sloppy raspberry, then another, and then another. All three laughed hysterically, swatting at air.

"guh-HA-HAHA-AHAHAHA-HA!! Stoppit! P-puh-PLEEASE!"

"Hah-HA-Ha-HAHA-Haha-have MERCY!!"

"Nnnnghh-HHHAHA-HA!! It TICKLES!!"

"Not 'till lunch, dwe- ACK!" Gwen called back as the Omnitrix timed out, only to be greeted with a pounce by her now-human cousin, his fingers threateningly spidering over her. "Don't even! B-Be-hehe-hen!"

Typically, Gwen wasn't one to boast. It was mainly Ben's antics that kept her humble during the road trip. Today seemed to be a rather obnoxious exception- she'd just grasped a spell, and used it every chance she got. Throughout this long summer day, cries of "Reanima Verdanica!" irritated Ben and to an extent, Grandpa Max to no end as flowers bloomed wherever she went.

"Alright, alright! I get it! You can make a few posies and pansies, what's the big deal!?" Ben whined. No response. Thinking the campsite they were parked at could use a little sprucing up, wildflowers sprouted from the mana on Gwen's hands onto the ground. Flowers that were tenfold their original size were visible from the sun-faded windows. Ben slumped onto the dinette table, rolling his eyes, when not long after he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"A little Wildvine'll show her who's boss!" Evergreen now surrounded the inside of the vehicle in a flash of light. Ben, in Wildvine's form, slithered out the door and snuck up behind his cousin.

"Reanima...verdanicAAHHH! What is WITH you, freakazoid!?"

"Hah! How's this for a plant?" Wildvine growled. "Betcha flowers can't do this!" Extending like a jumper cable, a tendril from his left hand extended, grabbing Gwen by her legs. Upside-down, the spellcaster struggled in her surprisingly strong bonds. Her spellbook fell to the floor with an underwhelming thud.

"Grrrr! Let me down, or-"

"Or what? You're gonna make me a flower crown?" He gloated. Wildvine's tuberous face shifted into a smirk, and from his sides, he conjured three sets of rakelike vines- two of which wormed into Gwen's armpits, the other pair slowly skittered against her ribs and tummy, and, to her relief, the last pair laid still against his roots. His methods were slow, but boy, were they evil.

"Ngh-hehe-gGGGGH! Reanima-haha... Verda-HA! Reanima Ver-daha-HAnicA! Ngh.. STUPID spell!" Continually, Gwen attempted to say the spell straight-faced, but humiliating giggles would slip out in between her attempt to resist. Not even weeds would grow from the ground.

"Payback, princess!" Wildvine rasped, the last set of arms shot up and the left arm grabbed hold of her left foot, whilst the right took off her shoe and began to scribble and shuffle against her sole in quick succession. The other vines followed suit, speeding up.

"Ugh! Reanima-HA-HAHAHAHA! Eeee-ya-hehehe-HAHAHA! You are so-hoho getting it when I'm out of here!"

She'd keep that promise and keep it well.

(oh ma JESUS i had to do research (ick) to get this one to work, i'm also a dog person if you couldn't tell)

Most people associated summer with sweltering heat and running through sprinklers. Most people, however, would not associate it with a life-or-death journey to retrieve lost alien DNA samples across the galaxy on a spaceship. Half the Omnitrix's rogue's gallery had been magically corrupted in a battle with Hex, giving Ben limited access to its library.

It wasn't as grueling as the past battle against Vilgax- the aliens scanned in the past had offered themselves up again without a fight- but Wildmutt's sample was different. Its home planet Vulpin also housed heaps of malignant radioactive waste, so Tetrax, the crystalized mercenary, took matters into his own hands and brought it onto the ship. Flighty, feral and difficult to control, it was hard to ease.

"Now, no sudden movements.." Tetrax husked. "Just touch and scan."

"Aw, yeah! Just one left and it's hero time!" Ben boasted. To prevent further damage, the Vulpimancer was surrounded by a ring of creeping green crystal.

"Nice doggy.. good doggy.." Gwen attempted to reason. The alien responded, eagerly lapping her face and showering it in thick drool. "Ugh! Gross!" Sniffing the air, the canid alien inched toward the two human children. It snarled, then with a series of curious pants, leapt at Ben.

"Yeesh. Talk about a sudden movement." Gwen chided. The Omnitrix-bearer was nervous- its sharp teeth and cud-like drool was an inch to his face. Tetrax and Gwen flinched. Ben knew Wildmutt, and he knew him well- this beast could maul him at any second.

What came instead was much less lethal- the alien's panting changed to that of excitement, and nuzzling against the fabric of Ben's shirt, it started to sniff him, the gusts of hot air blowing against his tummy.

"Nnghh! Gh-hh-Ahah-Hh--"

Gritting his teeth, it didn't take long before he'd burst into loud, embarrassing laughter.

"AH-hah-ha-ha-HAHA! Hehe-haha- Te-hetrax! Make him stohohop!"

Tetrax stood, smiling innocently. Boyish laughter urged the Vulpimancer to lean in closer and pepper Ben with slobbering dog-kisses, much to Gwen's delight- this was perfect blackmail material.

"Aw, who's a good boy? Whooo's a good boy? Who loves torturing my doofus cousin? You do, ooooooh, yes, you do!" Gwen cooed, teasing Ben with wriggly fingers.

"Gaha-guh-Gwen! J-Juhust ge-heh-het Wildmutt offa mehe-hehe!"

"What's that? The doofus says he likes it?" She chided.

"Now, now, don't tease him too much. Scanning mode will trigger soon." Tetrax responded, ceasing playing dumb.

Ben bucked, as the Vulpimancer's head wormed its way into his armpit, instinctively causing him to conk it on its skull with the Omnitrix. The watch glowed a dim orange as a robotic voice reverbrated-

"Scanning mode engaged." Finally. Both Tetrax and Gwen helped the mushy, giggly puddle on the floor which was Ben Tennyson up. Panting in relief, the tingly, shaggy sensation passed. The Omnitrix was complete, and it was safe travels back from here- safe, long, travels where Gwen wouldn't let him live this down.

(this picture looks really stupid HAHA)

Despite the wide range of useful alien heroes in the Omnitrix, it was no secret that Ben had a clear bias towards Four-Arms- what more could you want? Heck, the guy was hulked out, with four knuckle sandwiches at the ready- and his strength could fare useful for any situation.. especially annoying Gwen. The cousins were tasked to work together on setting up camp, and knowing them, things would only take a turn for the worse. Littered across the campsite were pinewood not yet built into a campfire and tents left unpitched- all because the two were too busy squabbling.

"...What part of "pitch a tent" do you not understand, bonehead!?" Gwen nagged, hands on hips.

"Grandpa said that was your job! Remind me who helped gather the firewood earlier?"

"Four-Arms." she chided. "It's not fair! You get to go hero and I've gotta do everything myself!" Just as fate had intended, the Omnitrix sparked green once again, and Ben gave a mischievous grin, making the redhead want to swallow her words.

"Oh, I'll have fun showing you what else he can do!" He wiggled his fingers, pressing the watch dial down. In a flash of quick metamorphosis, the boy emerged as-

"CANNONBOLT!?"

"Hah! Please. Like that thing can pitch a tent."

Ben, disappointed with the form he had taken, looked down at his radish-like feet, then back up at his armor plated shoulders- then his fluffy claws... and a devious idea hatched in his spherical head. Grabbing Gwen, Cannonbolt curled up halfway, and though she couldn't see it through her predicament, there was a wide, fanged smirk across his face.

"AH!! Whatever you're doing, don't even-"

"Too late! Tickle-tickle tickle tickle-tickle.." His four-pronged claws wormed their way into Gwen's shirt, scribbling and squeezing against her sides while their unbearable fur fluffed against her midsection. Her tummy jerked around as she writhed and threw her head back.

"Ggg-rr-HHH!!-Hh-HAHAHA-hahahEEEEK! Eeee- Sss-HH-Stoppit! Put me dOHOWN!"

"Hmm... no. Unless.." Laying on his plated shell, Cannonbolt remained nonchalant as Gwen squealed, cackled and bargained. He upped the ante, lightly tracing over her navel and going over her shirt to poke at every individual rib while she was held snug in a bear-hug. "You let me go hero."

"Nnnnn-NEHE-Never!" Fighting the press of its claws, Gwen put up a fight- only urging Ben to further egg her on. Bad idea.

"Well, in that case..." A barrage of quick, spiderlike claw-movements were skidding and skittering around Gwen's tummy. The pine forest clearing around them were as much as a wreck for once, and a familiar voice boomed from within the trees louder than her laughter.

"Benjamin. Kirby. Tennyson." Grandpa Max scolded. Gwen and Cannonbolt stood like deer in headlights, darting their eyes along the mangled campsite. At least there was someone who could keep Ben in check.

Nothing in the Rustbucket worked like it was supposed to. Flushing the toilet was a three-man effort, the oven would start sparking when the stove was on, and most inconveniently, opening the fridge cut the air conditioning- which was left running as the Tennysons trekked back from a strenuous hike at the Grand Canyon, and to their dismay, Ben and Gwen were greeted by a snail trail of melted ice-cream stretching from the faulty fridge.

“Aw, man! That was our only real food!” Ben whined, wiping his brow, standing at the puddle like it was blood at a crime scene. Gwen stood next to him, equally distraught, as the chunks of cookies and cream barely reached their shoes.

“Yeah, if only SOMEONE didn't leave the AC on!” she snapped.

"Oh, that's an easy fix. A little Grey Matter'll work wonders!” The tiny trooper jumped up onto the kitchenette’s counter, over the stove and made a springy leap up to the top of the fridge and launched himself toward the dusty air vent. Incessantly technobabbling to himself, Gwen looked up with a little too much faith in him.

"You know, I think this is one of the only good ideas you've had all summer.."

Grey Matter crawled, slimy hands soldering wires to the best of its abilities. Almost there. Wiping out gunk from crevices without breaking a sweat, his sagacity was paying off well.

“I think it’s working!” exclaimed Gwen, a moment too soon.

“Just a clean around the filter, and..” Red light creeped through the vent as a low jitter signaled the Omnitrix’s cooldown. There was a thud- and Ben’s lower half stuck out through the roof, leaving the air conditioner in worse condition.

"-Unf! Oooowww!!"

Stuck in the vent from his shoulders up, he could do nothing but kick and flail- as Gwen erupted in mocking laughter.

"Hey, hey! Help! Seriously! Stop laughing and let me down! Ugh, I'm telling on you!" Ben whined and kicked at Gwen's face, unaware.

"Oh, I'll help you down, alright.." Her smug smirk, one of pure, unadulterated childlike mischief, was out of sight, which left Ben oblivious to the assault that was to come. Yanking his shoes off with a struggle, and swiftly, her shifting fingers swooped along his socked feet. This was so worth losing an entire tub of ice cream.

"WAIT!!- Nnng- heh-HUH-hahaha-Whahaha-what gi-HI-hihives!?"

"I'm just helping you down, what's with the attitude? Do you want to spend the rest of summer vacation with your head up a vent like an ostrich!?" Gwen played dumb, almost-reluctantly sliding off Ben's left sock, nimble fingers flossing through toes, ringing unrelenting laughter.

"Ggh-HAH-haha-HA!! Stohop making f-huhun of me!" With each trace at the arch and dig at the toes, his face flushed from above. Gripping desperately onto the roof, he thrashed, threatening to crash on the carpet.

"I bet there's a spell in here somewhere.." pondered Gwen.

"nn-NNN-PLEAHASENO!" In fear of the mere suggestion, Ben fell facefirst into the confection on the carpet. Holding back giggles, Gwen walked away as he grumbled.

They wouldn't be getting any cool air for days.

"G-AAAAAAH!!"

A failed leap of faith sent Gwen, donning the Lucky Girl mask, careening down the Seattle Space Needle hopelessly, just barely escaping Charmcaster and her bag of tricks. Her own hero exploits were as infrequent as they were dangerous- which was why, for safety's sake, she would be frequently accompanied by Ben.

"huh-huh-Phew..-whoo-.."

As her arms flailed in an ostrichlike attempt in flight, Stinkfly's gangly hands had grabbed her mid-air, a light buzz coming from his insectoid wings. Gwen was safe and sound- but his putrid smell couldn't escape her.

"I really saved your butt there, didn't I?" his phlegmy voice reverbrated, Charmcaster's flying golems hot on their trail. They weren't any trouble- they were easily apprehended by the goop from his eyestalks.

"Yeah, but you really didn't need to smell like one! Now, hurry!" As they lost the evil enchantress, Gwen sassed and the duo flew toward the Rustbucket. Manoeuvreing over buildings with beating wings and showing off to onlookers, Ben was taking his sweet time for someone she told to hurry.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "What part of hurry don't you under-ST-eEK! " With a mischievous smirk, Stinkfly's legs reached over to poke at Gwen's middle- exposed from the wind blowing against her costume. Letting go of one arm, its brittle claw wormed (insect pun) into her armpit.

"Ahaha-HA! Y-yooo-you-hoo-hoo STINK!" she bucked.

"I know!" Keeping it up, two legs squeezed at the midriff like dough, while another set prodded at her ribs. "Not so lucky, are you now? Are you?" Even in a repulsive form, Ben still couldn't help but boast.

"Ghh-AHAHA-Heh-sto-STAHAHAP!" Gwen cackled. Fortunately, he heeded her demand- but only when they noticed Charmcaster, brandishing her magical bag behind them. Glowing red, the Omnitrix cooled down. Trouble.

"Looks like Lucky Girl has a weakness!.." she cooed. "And, oh, would you look at that! I have just the thing.." As wriggly, teasing stone hands flew towards Gwen, she couldn't help but grumble under her breath. Cousins.

(I ran out of "good" aliens.)

(also Gwendolyn's design is just so fucking good I literally love it for reasons I can't explain)

Another time adventure was the perfect opportunity to whisk Ben and Gwen away from a lunch of fried grasshoppers. Though their presence would cause many, many timeline discrepancies, they were the key to thwarting a major anomaly in Ben 10,000's way ..but their importance wouldn't stop the two from running amok in his headquarters. The two marveled at their own accomplishments, their egoes only expanding in the process.

"Woah! I get to learn more spells?" Gwen leafed through collections of magical runes, unusually eager. A slew of scrolls rolled off onto the metallic floor making a mess. "And that's my black belt!"

"Another hoverboard? Oh-ho-HO, check it out!" Pushing buttons and flipping switches they shouldn't have, the cousins made a mess of the tall tower- and it wasn't long before their future selves stepped up from the elevator doors, glaring dourly.

"What have we told you two about not touching anything?" reprimanded the older Ben. "That was a present from New Petropia!"

"You too, Gwen." Gwendolyn deadpanned. "You know, I'd think us- you out of all people would know better."

"Ugh, jeez! Guess you're still no fun.." The ten-year-old Ben rolled his eyes, blowing a raspberry at his elder- who exchanged a sly, knowing smirk with Gwendolyn.

"Well, we do know a thing or two about fun..." In the blink of an eye, Future-Ben went Four-Arms, holding his younger self up by the wrists with his first pair of arms. Gwendolyn straddled the latter cousin's legs with a wry smile.

"Consider this revenge." she teased, baring her long nails at Gwen, tracing, scribbling and spidering over her sides. Four-Arms, bigger and more rugged than he was in the past, dug into Ben's ribcage and armpits, just harsh enough to be unbearably soft.

"Wha-What are you- Wait! No! We're really so-HORRY! Ah! Haha-hah-heh-HA!" Gwen pleaded through laughter, throwing her head back as her older self dug into her armpits while she thrashed with every touch.

"Ple-HEASE! I'm -huh- not gonna-ha-ha- touch yo-hour stuff! You're gonna KI-HEHE-HILL ME!"

"No use bargaining, shrimp." Changing form, a (new!) agile simian alien emerged and webbed Ben up. "I call him Spidermonkey." Its tail yanked his shoes off, and eight fluffy fingers spidered over his soles. Hitting the floor, he thrashed in silky bonds as one of many new forms exploited weaknesses that he himself knew better than anyone.

"Just s-huh-SE-hehend us to the Null Vo-hoi-d ahat thi-his point!"

"We're just getting started! I've got 9,998 heroes left!"

"You know, Gwen.. great point earlier. I did get to learn more spells. Esthesio Pluma!" The younger redhead gulped, preparing for the worst. Fluffy feathers descended out of nowhere, flitting and floating at the flick of Gwendolyn's wrist. They ghosted over her stomach, telekinetically flying into her shirt to fluff at her belly button. The other plumes brushed over her neck in slow methodical fashion, and into her armpits.

"AH-hehe-HEH-hehehe! Lemme GO-hoho! You've behehe-heen through this!" Gwen reasoned, attempting to swat away the feathers, curling up into a kicky ball.

"Should we let up?" Nonchalantly, the older Ben rasped whilst running around in XLR8's form, waggling his tail quickly over his younger self's stomach while his claws targeted multiple spots simultaneously.

"We don't want us to suffer forever.." Gwendolyn assured, relinquishing control of the floating feathers. As quickly as he started, XLR8 stopped, reverting back into Ben. The past-cousins had a moment to catch their winded breath before getting back on their feet.

"-huff- I'll get me back someday.. Maybe.. now!" Just as Ben was about to slam his watch, his future self poked him on the stomach. "-y-IEEK!"

"If you tried, we'd know." she jeered.

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and that's the end of that! damn, that last one was long. back to requests!

#tickling #tickle community #t-word #tickle fic #tfb community #tickle #tk fic #tickle fanfic #sfw tickling #sfw tickle fic #the main reason im posting this is because my friend said they were awaiting it. do not tell them i said that. .///.#anyways #drabbles am i right?

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The Cannibal Comes Home

(Another one? …Another one, I felt like since I fucking LOVE lost footage horror stories why not also combine my hyperfixation)

Also I named two of the characters and left two up to y’all to name lmao- and if some of you have read a certain Sneo story of mine... You’ll recognize at least ONE name

(neither of them are OCs but I will say- Parker btw bc I’ve never used this til yet is NOT an OC but more so like a placeholder thing)

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Also I played a fun game with myself during writing this, I played how many god awful horror tropes could I fit in? ...I lost track of how many but fjkdjdkfs oof some of the horror tropes got me g l a r i n g daggers but twas for the sake of the story

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, Gore, Torture, Broken Bones, Death, Dismemberment, Vomiting, and Cannibalism (If I’m missing any, please tell me and I’ll add it to the tags)

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You and your friends were hanging around at your house, just discussing the whole ordeal of that cannibal serial killer that had been plastered all around… Bob Velseb as he was called, there was so much talk of him, especially now that he had just been captured by police and taken into custody.

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It happened today, it seemed like they captured him earlier in the morning but they were just repeating it as you and your friends had been watching the news. After seeing him in a straight jacket and muzzle, just grinning widely, especially at the cameras, it sent shivers down all your spines.

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After that report had went off, one of your friends sighed, relieved it seemed but they also sounded… Sad? “I’m glad they finally caught that bastard but… I… I miss Tom”

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You and your friends then had a saddened look across your features, yes… You remembered all too well, not that long ago your friend Tom, he had gone missing right after that bastard had first broken out of jail so you all had assumed that…

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Well, Bob had gotten to him, there’s no telling where his body was if it was even still around and then one of your friends stood up from their seat “...It… The news just said he was captured, right?” You looked over at them quizzically “Uh, yeah? Why?” Then they hit their fist against their hand.

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“Well, what… What if WE went ahead and began searching for Tom? Cause, there’s only TWO officers in this town… There’s no telling when or even IF they’ll look for him”

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They raised their hand before any of you got the chance to speak “I-I don’t know, what if Tom’s still ALIVE? I… I know that’s a long shot”

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And then one of your friends scoffed and interrupted “A V E R Y long shot! Tom is most likely d e a d, dismembered and eaten”

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You glared over at them “Alright, that… That’s really harsh and blunt, geez” They simply glared back “Well it’s the TRUTH! There’s NO way Tom’s alive, I’m sorry but… Just, tell us, what ARE you suggesting EXACTLY?”

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That friend sighed and sat back down “...I’m just saying! Wouldn’t you like to find Tom at the VERY least?! I… I just… Look, I don’t know, okay? …I just have a feeling that he’s still out there, still alive”

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They scoffed and crossed their arms. “A simple ‘feeling’ isn’t going to be enough to get me to go investigate a LITERAL cannibal’s home, even if he IS in jail right now, anything could go wrong…!”

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And then Parker stood up and walked over, placing their hand on the other’s shoulder, the one that suggested you all look for Tom “...I’ll help you look, I’ll be honest, I’ve had that same feeling myself”

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You weren’t surprised, Parker, always ever so adventurous and optimistic about things, that other friend scoffed “...You are both idiots …” And then they paused before looking down…

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Their gaze softened as they thought about Tom again, they missed him too, they missed him a lot, it just hurt to think about him at this point but going into a LITERAL cannibal’s abode? ...Even if he WAS in jail just seemed crazy... And then they then looked back up to Parker, you, and the other friend.

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“...D… Do you… REALLY think he’s… Still out there? …A-Alive I mean?” Parker and the other friend somewhat nodded “We… Don’t know if he’s still alive but I… I dunno, we’ve just… Had this feeling”

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You then stood up from your spot “Fine” They looked confused at you “Fine?” You then repeated yourself and walked over, grabbing one of your friends and pulling them over to Parker and the other, pulling them into a group hug almost.

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“Let’s go look for him, the killer’s in jail so he won’t be around and if Tom IS still alive, we need to get him out of there”

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Everyone nodded in agreement, even the one that called Parker and the other an idiot “...Tch, as much as I DON’T want to …I-I’m not letting you go by yourselves …And IF you are right about Tom being alive …I-I want to see him again”

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Parker and the other smiled “Of course, we ALL wanna see Tom again…” You nodded, and then you brought up the topic of where the killer might’ve lived and then Parker seemed to perk up.

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“Oh oh! I… I don’t know if it was his home, but I saw this… Really creepy cabin in the woods while hiking, it definitely wasn’t abandoned, it looked like SOMEONE lived there so maybe let’s try that one?”

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Your eyes widened “You… You didn’t go in, right?” Parker shook their head “No way! I’m not stupid!” The previously reluctant friend chuckled at that “...Debatable but alright”

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Parker glared at them “Shut up!” You then rolled your eyes but nodded “Alright, then that’s where we’ll start!” And that settled it, the start of hunting for your missing friend, Tom.

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Your friends said goodbye to you, saying they’d meet you at the beginning of the forest, they needed to get ready for this little… Adventure and you did too, as they left, you wasted little time in beginning to get ready.

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It didn’t take too long as you wouldn’t be taking too many things, you just grabbed your phone and a flashlight, maybe some water just in case because you had no idea how long you would all be there.

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After shoving your items into your bag you then quickly headed out the door, the forest wasn’t too far away so you could just walk to it, and some of your friends lived even closer to the forest so they were probably already there before you, deciding not to keep them waiting for too long you decided to jog there.

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. . . Eventually, you made it to the entrance of the forest, Parker and your other friend were already there. Parker waved at you with a big grin on their face, you waved back and ran over and then you noticed

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“...Uh, what’s with the camcorder?” Parker was looking through it, recording you “Mm, just for some… Documentation! Say hi to the camera (Y/N)!”

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You said hi and waved to the camera as Parker just rambled into it, and then your other friend spoke up “T… This isn’t the Blair Witch Project o-or some Outlast type shit you know, th-there’s no reason for the camera”

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Parker laughed “Oh where’s your sense of adventure! It adds to the ambiance!” You raised a brow “...I thought it was for ‘Documentation’?”

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Parker looked nervous “...Uhhhh…. Y e s… ...It genuinely is, I swear” They quickly turned the camcorder around and said bye really quickly and switched it off and that’s when your other friend finally arrived.

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When they arrived it was already evening, you had all been hanging out at your house for most of the day so you figured it’d be evening before you all got out here.

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“Shit, sorry…! I’m late…!” Parker scoffed “I’m surprised ya showed up to be honest” They glared but looked down “...I told you all already, I am NOT letting you go this alone and second, I want to find Tom too you know …I-I hope he’s still alive, I hope your feelings are right”

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You along with the others solemnly nodded at that and then you all turned to the darkened forest, staring up at the tall trees before you looked at Parker “...Guess you’ll be leading the way since you know where the cabin is”

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Parker nodded “Yep! C’mon let’s go before it gets any later, don’t wanna waste anymore time!” They switched the camcorder back on and pointed it around to you all and themself.

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“The Hunt for Tom begins! Let’s goooo!” Parker charged forward into the woods, you and your friends telling them to wait up as you all ran after them.

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Parker did thankfully slow down long enough for you all to catch up, they pointed their camera around the woods, just filming some of the scenery around, you decided not to question them about it too much besides, who knows, maybe some documentation could be a good thing in the long run.

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You all just continued following Parker who mostly talked to the camera and then talked to you guys about the cabin, commenting how creepy and disturbing it looked. They could’ve been imagining things but they definitely got a bad vibe from that place.

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You looked around the forest and shuddered “...This entire forest gives me a bad vibe…” The rest of your friends nodded “Yeah… This forest always seemed so creepy” Parker merely shrugged.

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“I think it’s a mixture of just knowing what we’re going to do, knowing we’re going to investigate a potential serial killer’s home, it’s getting late, et-cetera! The forest isn’t THAT bad...”

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That was probably true, it was evening already by the time you had all gone into the forest, so that means it would probably be dark by the time you got to the cabin, either way you all continued along, eventually…

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“Look! There it is!” Parker exclaimed, pointing in the distance, you and your friends squinted and saw it… There stood a cabin, old looking, but it definitely looked like someone lived or h a d lived here at some point.

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You all went to get a closer look and by the time you had finally reached the cabin, nightfall had begun… The moon slowly started to creep up into the sky, you looked up to the sky and noticed two stars very close to each other. It was funny how the stars resembled eyes but it was probably just your imagination.

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Either way, you weren’t here to observe the stars, none of you were, you were here to try and find a missing friend, Parker looked at you and then the others “...Are you guys ready?” The pessimistic friend of the group looked nervous “I… You know… I-I’m starting to regret coming, m-maybe we should turn back?”

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Parker looked over to them and shook their head “I’m not turning back, if you want, you can go home, but I’m going to go find Tom” They spoke sternly, the other friend nodded “Yeah… I’m going with Parker” And then they looked over to you.

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You sighed “We’ve come too far to turn back now, besides, if Tom IS alive and in there… H-He could be hurt really badly” And then the other sighed “...Well like I said, I-I’m not letting you guys go in by yourselves ..A-As nervous as I am, I… I do really hope we find him”

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You could all agree on that one and then you all walked up to the cabin, Parker was the first one to knock on the door, they were going to make sure nobody lived there and they had been wrong, after all, barging into someone’s house so suddenly? That wouldn’t be right.

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…There was no answer, Parker tried a few more times, even calling out ‘hello?’ but still got no answer, after that you all nodded at one another and slowly Parker pushed open the door, it made a god awful creaking sound as it opened and then you all stepped inside.

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You and your friends cringed in disgust and gagged at the awful smell, it smelled like… Death and decay, a metallic scent mingling in with the stench of gore… “Ugh…! It fucking REEKS in here…! This HAS to be the killer’s place” Parker spoke, trying to cover their nose with one hand and film with the other.

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You quickly turned your flashlight on to be able to see, as did the rest of your friends, and the one that suggested this screamed and pointed to the ground which startled everyone, Parker turning the camera to where they pointed “I-Is that a fucking bone…?!” They cried, to which Parker nodded.

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“Yep …It… It looks… Oh fuck, this is definitely his house isn’t it?” You then spoke up “Parker” They had begun going off on a tangent “Parker” You tried again, they kept talking to the camera and the others, saying that maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was just a coincidence “PARKER!” You finally yelled to which they replied ‘What?!’ and then you pointed to the wall.

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Parker then pointed their camera at the wall and they looked embarrassed “...Oh…” There on the wall were exactly three paintings of the very man you had all seen on the news, one where he was just giving a thumbs up in a red turtleneck, another where he was holding a spatula.

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And then finally in the main portrait, he was wearing a suit and had a knife and fork with some kind of meat on it “...Well yeah, that… Really sets it in stone, doesn’t it?” Parker nervously chuckled, zooming in on them “...He looked so… Friendly in some of these, hard to believe he’s a cannibal serial killer”

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The more pessimistic friend scoffed “...Looks can always be deceiving, ugh, what kind of person hangs t h r e e portraits of JUST himself in his house? What was he, an ego-maniac?” They laughed dryly as you looked around, you noticed the deer head hanging on the wall, mouth agape.

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…It looked horrified, almost like it was screaming, which you shuddered at, you wouldn’t blame it, then the dirty sofa and chair, it looked so disgusting in here, ugh… You all quickly spread out, flashlights on and looking around in the main room first, there was no signs of Tom in here, that was certain.

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Parker then called out your name and walked over “You mind taking over the filming for a little bit?” You sighed “...Parks, I didn’t come here to film” Parker shook their head

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“I know, I know but my arms are getting tired, besides, I wasn’t lying when I said this was for documentation, I meant that, after all, this could show police exactly where the killer’s hideout is! It’d be a good thing to document and turn in!”

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You rolled your eyes but they had a point “...Fine, fine…” Parker grinned and handed you the camera “Thanks a bunch!” You smiled and nodded and then headed into another room, your friends had gone their own ways as well, luckily for Parker they brought their own flashlight so they could see.

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You honestly supposed filming wasn’t such a bad idea, there was no true harm in it, and in fact, it’s like Parker said, this would help them track down the killer easier if he escaped again ...Although you were REALLY hoping he wouldn’t...

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As you entered the other room you looked down on the ground, a ton of tools laid on the floor in piles, you saw some knives as well.

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You also saw more bones, a hammer, an ax, some pliers, the most striking thing that caught your eye was the chainsaw laying on the ground… You shuddered at that and then noticed “...Trapdoor huh…? …I’ll come back to that” You spoke, mostly to the camera now.

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You then pointed the camera up toward the wall, shining your flashlight on it with the other hand, trying not to shine it in the mirror and blind yourself of course, the mirror was cracked and in pretty bad shape but hell EVERYTHING was in pretty bad shape in this hellhole of a house.

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You noticed a devil horn headband hanging up right next to a toolbelt, and then you looked down at the table, trying to capture everything on film, there were… Paintbrushes? Makeup? Lipstick even? …Strange… Either way, you then focused on the tools hanging on the wall.

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You noticed a butcher’s knife, a sharpener, a fork, and even a prong fork, you cringed in disgust, knowing exactly what those were more than likely used for, this whole house made you feel dirty and uncomfortable, and the smell was overwhelming, you had faintly wished you had brought a mask to at LEAST stifle some of it.

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You continued on into another room, shining the flashlight around and filming the room, this looked to be like some sort of kitchen, and oh… Oh fuck the smell was super strong in this room.

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You gagged and coughed before putting your flashlight away and just using that hand to put your shirt over your nose, it wouldn’t help much but you just needed to at least look around.

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You used the camera to see with the night vision, looking through the lens and overall it would’ve been a normal looking kitchen had their not been bones e v e r y w h e r e and even some weird chunks of meat which you could only g u e s s what kind of meat that was, you shuddered.

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You did call out Tom’s name here and there, and you heard the others on the other side of the house on occasion call out his name, the only one you didn’t seem to hear was Parker, which made you worried.

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You then quickly headed out of there and you saw there was an upstairs, Parker was currently going up those much to your relief…

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And then you called out to them to let them know you were behind them “You find anything? Any signs of Tom?” You questioned to which Parker sighed at and shook their head “No, no signs yet, the others haven’t found anything either”

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“I hope we find SOMETHING soon, I mean I did spot a trapdoor back there, it looked like it led to a basement, but let’s investigate upstairs first” Parker nodded and the two of you headed up the stairs, the stairs creaking with every step you took.

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You didn't need to bring your flashlight out since Parker had one of their own, they shined it down the hallway, there was a room in the far back and two others, one on the near left and then far right, and then finally… You two looked up and saw what led to the attic.

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“C’mon, let’s check the rooms out first…” Parker then led the way into the first closest room which was just a bathroom, nothing of interest there, the two of you then continued down the hall into the other room on the right, it wasn’t a room actually, it just held a washer and dryer.

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And then the final room …Excluding the attic of course, Parker slowly opened the door and peered inside and this was a bedroom. They shined the flashlight around and noticed some more pictures of the guy, but some of them looked like they had been smashed, others on the ground.

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You filmed the room, zooming in on the broken pictures and then the others, you walked closer and picked one of them up and then filmed it “Woah… What the fuck?” You spoke, to which Parker perked up and came over “What’s up?” Their eyes widened when you showed them the picture.

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“What the hell is going on in this picture…? There…. There’s people with… Like, red robes…?” You shook your head “...Looks like a cult of some kind, this is… Fucked up” Parker nodded “Yeah, you’re not kidding”

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You filmed around the room some more, it was dirty and old just like this entire cabin was, the bed looked disgusting as hell, it was even covered in blood…. “Alright, let’s go investigate the attic and then we’ll try the basement”

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Parker nodded and the two of you wasted little time in heading back to the stairs, they reached up and pulled down on the rope and then the door opened, a ladder extending down albeit very slowly, the noise it made was absolutely awful.

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Eventually it settled onto the creaky old floors and you headed up first, the ladder creaking under your weight but even then, it didn’t seem like it’d give out …You hoped, either way, you headed up until your head poked into the attic.

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You looked through the camera lens, taking a look around, there was nothing up here but some boxes and junk “There’s nothing up here” You called out to Parker and began descending the ladder “...Alright, let’s go check out the basement”

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Parker nodded and then the two of you were off, you met back with the others in the living room, they asked if you two found anything but then you shook your heads and of course the one that had been against this scoffed “W-Well he’s obviously not here… That much is clear, let’s just g o already”

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The other friend spoke up “M-Maybe we were wrong… I-I just thought” You then quickly interjected “There’s a trapdoor leading down to the basement, it’s the one place we haven’t checked, once we check that we can leave”

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The friend that just wanted to leave at this rate groaned in frustration “(Y/N), he’s not fucking h e r e…! We should just LEAVE before something really b a d happens…!” You pointed to the door “If you want to leave, go ahead, nobody’s forcing you to stay here”

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They opened their mouth but you quickly interrupted “Look, I know you’re scared, this place is creepy as hell, but if Tom IS here and alive, I’d never forgive myself if we left him behind” …And right on cue, there was a thump.

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This made two of your friends scream, Parker meanwhile was looking around and immediately calling out for Tom, you then looked down “...Sounded like it came from below, c’mon let’s go!” You exclaimed, rushing for the other room that you had seen the trapdoor in.

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You rushed over and began trying to pry it open, your other friends pitched in and helped, with the four of you combined, you had all successfully managed to pry it open “Tom?! Are you down there?!” Your other friends called out as well …There was no spoken answer, but another thud.

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“Quick, Parks, the ladder looks broken and I don’t trust it to hold my weight” Parker nodded and then you put the camera in your bag momentarily and began sliding down into the hole, Parker having a good grasp on you, your other friends pitching in and holding Parker steadily so they didn’t fall in.

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Eventually you had gotten lowered successfully and Parker let go, you brought the camera back out and scanned around and at the very back of the room, your eyes widened at what you saw…

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There, laid your friend Tom on the ground, holy fucking shit… His… His legs were completely missing, he had dried caked in blood all over him, he looked completely weak and frail, marks all over him, he looked as if he had been trying to inch around in ANY way he could, the sight made you feel absolutely sick to your stomach.

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“TOM!” You cried out to which the other looked up, eyes widened, he screamed and you could hear him trying to move, trying to move into a corner or something but he couldn’t, he didn’t have enough strength left “S-Stay away! G-Get the fuck away from me!” He sounded hysterical.

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“T-Tom! Tom! It’s me! It’s (Y/N)!” After announcing your name this made Tom blink and he was squinting “...W-Wait… (Y/N)...?!” You then pulled out the flashlight and clicked it on to which Tom cried at and closed his eyes “F-Fuck that’s bright…!” You rushed over and knelt down to him, your hand trembling.

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“W-What did that sick bastard d o to you…?” Tom was shaking horribly and shook his head, you helped him sit up as best you could “H-He… He… Tore them off… My legs… H… He a…ate… them… R-Right in f-front of… hngh… F u c k… R-Right in front of me…!”

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Tom had tears pricking his eyes and he let out a harsh sob that seemed to hurt his throat “...H-He t-tried to force feed me some of my own…” He couldn’t even b e a r to finish that as he shuddered “T-the sick fuck…” You wrinkled your nose in disgust, you felt sick and angered.

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You then set the flashlight down on the ground and pulled out some water from your backpack, also setting the camera down, quickly opening it “Here, here, you’re probably thirsty…” Tom nodded and quickly guzzled down some of the water, you told him not to drink so fast or he’ll wind up choking.

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You knew he couldn’t help, he was trapped down here for god knows how long, and while it did look like he wasn’t completely dehydrated you only assumed that the bastard had kept him alive just to toy with him in the long run.

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“...That monster’s in jail now, by the way, they caught him earlier this morning” And then Tom pulled away from the water bottle, gasping and seeming relieved, and he nodded at your words.

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“G-Good riddance, hope… He fucking r o t s in that jail…” You nodded “Alright, c’mon, we’re getting you out of here, me and the others are here.”

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And then you heard Parker call out, asking if you were alright, you put the water bottle back and you noticed the light on your flashlight was flickering “Fuck… I shoulda replaced the batteries”

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Tom looked absolutely exhausted, like he wanted to pass out right now but it was clear he was forcing himself to stay awake as best he could.

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You shoved the dying flashlight back into your bag and grabbed the camera “I’ll need to use this to see” You then used your freehand to grab Tom, he was very skinny and underweight so it wasn’t hard to pick him up, even with just one person.

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You held onto him carefully but firmly and he groaned “E-Everything hurts… It hurts so much…” “Just hold on, we’ll get you out of here and to a hospital soon enough” Tom nodded but then there was a pause “...W-What if he escapes…? W-What if he’s already escaped a-and is coming back here?”

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You shook your head as you continued to the other side of the room, you could tell he was completely anxious and very paranoid “He’s not, he’s in jail, he’s not going to get you again, he’s gone…” You tried to reassure Tom who somewhat sobbed.

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You got to the ladder and all your friends gasped when Parker shined the flashlight down, they cried out Tom’s name “Help me get him up!” You called out, to which all of your friends now pitched in, helping Tom up and out of the basement first and then they helped you up and out of there.

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All of you had tears in your eyes, Parker looking over Tom and looking horrified “O-Oh my god… T-Tom…” Your friends didn’t need to ask what happened, they could take a wild guess but Tom just smiled at all of you. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Tom smiled.

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“Oh it’s… It’s so good to see you again” The more pessimistic friend smiled for once during this whole adventure and walked over, gently hugging Tom “Let’s… Let’s get OUT of this hellhole now” You could all agree on that, Tom especially, your friends had pitched in to carry him and you nodded.

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They carefully held him and followed your lead as you headed back into the living room, heading to the front door when all of your phones suddenly buzzed at the same time, you pulled yours out first and your eyes widened “...O-Oh my fucking god no” You suddenly said which startled all of your friends.

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They couldn’t take out their phones so Parker spoke up “What’s the hold up (Y/N)?” They inquired, another of your friends speaking up “Yeah? What’s wrong?” You couldn’t lie to them, and you couldn’t just hide it, but you didn’t want to make Tom panic more than he has been.

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You sucked in a deep breath and shook your head, looking down on your phone “We need to go, right now, he… He’s out”

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That’s all you needed to say for them to get the picture, yes, on your phone, there had been a safety alert issued, warning everyone to stay inside their homes, lock their doors and windows, etc.

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Tom’s eyes widened and he twisted his body around a little which caused your friends to struggle “I-I knew it! I k n e w those damn bastards couldn’t ke… Keep him l-locked away…!” And then he was becoming more hysterical by the second, despite you and your friends trying to calm him down.

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He began repeating no’s and ‘I’m gonna die'' over and over again, a harsh sob racking his entire body “W-WE’RE A L L gonna die…!” He cried out and you yelled his name “TOM! We’re NOT gonna die, s-stop squirming! You’re gonna cause them to drop you!” He just wasn’t listening so you huffed.

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“Just, hold him as best you can, c’mon, we have to get out of here now” You quickly walked over to the door and as you reached for the doorknob, you saw it beginning to turn and your eyes widened, your friends quickly covered Tom’s mouth, their eyes going wide as well, you turned back to them and mouthed for them to hide.

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Your friends quickly ran off as fast as they could with Tom in tow and then you ran and dove behind the couch, it was all you had time for as you heard the lock finally click and then the door flew open, the moonlight seemingly shining through, you peered out, camera still in one hand although you didn’t care about getting a clean shot right now.

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Your eyes widening in horror at who was standing in the doorway, sure enough… It was the one you REALLY didn’t want to see, you had hoped you had enough time but that alert hadn’t gone off on any of your phones until you had all reached the front door, hell even with the signal coming back for that one moment, it still winded up fizzling out again.

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You didn’t even think you could get through to the cops if you wanted, but either way, that was him, that was none other than the cannibal serial killer Bob Velseb, as he started to look around you ducked back behind the couch as carefully and quietly as you could, you had hoped your friends had gotten out somehow.

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…Or at the VERY least found a good hiding spot until it was safe to try and escape, and then you heard the door close and lock, fuck… Well there goes any hope of running out the front door… And then you heard those god awful footsteps, they made loud thuds against the hardwood floors.

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…It sounded like he was going to the room with the trapdoor in it, shit… If he went down there and saw Tom was missing he’d know someone’s here, this wasn’t good! You peered out and sure enough you had caught a glimpse of him heading into that exact room.

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You carefully got up, trying not to make any sounds, carefully tip-toeing to the doorway of the other room, you peered into the room, despite not caring about footage right now, the camera was still filming regardless.

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It seemed he was heading past the trapdoor and toward the mirror, you watched as he looked into the mirror, you could see the large grin on his face as he grabbed his toolbelt first.

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And then he grabbed some of his weapons, after putting that belt on and placing the weapons …And well the sharpener inside, he seemed to pause momentarily as he glanced over to the trapdoor.

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You could see confusion cross his features for a moment before you heard a scoff, he was heading to the trapdoor which made you start backing up when suddenly… *CLATTER!*

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You had accidentally backed into a coat rack that had been behind you, it fell to the floor and made a loud noise, you heard those loud footsteps, and oh m a n was he walking fast.

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You just barely had time to scramble behind the old recliner, it wasn’t the best hiding place but there was no time to get anywhere else.

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You had just b a r e l y made it behind there when his wide frame peered out from the doorway, you kept a hand over your mouth to stifle any breathing and you were trembling, you heard his footsteps approaching the recliner and you could feel your heart nearly leap into your throat, you were going to be found…!

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You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the worst, if he d i d find you however, you’d bash his head with the camera you had in your hands… Another noise however, sounded off and this made your eyes snap open, those sounds… Were coming from upstairs, and not only did it catch your attention but it caught his as well.

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You heard a chuckle from him which sent chills down your spine “Well…” He began “I reckon I got me some… Uninvited guests in my house tonight, don’t I?” Your eyes had widened, fear swelling up inside of you, was… Was he talking to you? There’s no w a y he knew you were behind the recliner!

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No… Because you heard him, slowly walking off, after he had left the room and you didn’t hear those thunderous steps anymore, you let out a sigh of relief but then you quickly realized …Shit! He’s going to find your friends! He’s going to find them and considering all of Tom’s wounds and him missing his legs.

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Who knows w h a t that bastard would do to them if he found them, you had to do something and fast but what? …What COULD you do? …You’d think of something, you quickly made your way out from behind the recliner, you couldn’t let your friends die!

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…Meanwhile… Upstairs… In the bedroom closet, there hid the more pessimistic of the group, the one that hadn’t wanted any part of this in the first place, the one who had wanted to leave earlier, the one who knew better than letting their friends talk them into this!

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They regretted ever coming here in the first place, they should have just stayed firm, sure they wanted to find Tom too! They wanted him back! Hell, why wouldn’t they?! They cared about him just like the others did, but now, they were stuck here, hiding in a closet in the home of an infamous serial killer/cannibal when they could’ve stayed safe in their OWN home tonight!

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Speaking of Tom… They had him here with them, Parker had told them to just wait right in there, that they’d go and find a weapon, tch, yeah right! Parker probably dipped on them, it wouldn’t be surprising if they just left them here in the closet... Leaving friends behind, how cowardly...

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Tom was laying there with them, he was trembling even more and oh he looked absolutely terrified, he looked like he was in the middle of… Thinking about something, more than likely recalling what he had been through.

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The two stayed silent for the longest time… Until Tom finally spoke up, albeit as quietly as he possibly could “...A-Am I… A-Are we… G-Gonna die here…?” Their eyes widened at Tom’s words and they opened their mouth, saying something they did not believe in this moment “...N-No… No… W-We uh… We… We won’t”

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“Pa…Parks will come b-back for… For us… They’ll co-come back and… And so will (Y/N)... And… And then we’ll, w-we’ll get… g-ge…get outta here, t o g e t h e r...” Tom looked surprised at this but he slowly nodded.

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The two sat there, trembling uncontrollably, they both felt like they were about to have a panic attack right here and there when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs, Tom was breathing way too heavily, his eyes wide “I-I can’t… I-I can’t do it”

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He squirmed a little in the other’s grasp “H-He’ll find us… H-He’ll fucking find us…! I- I can’t go back down there…! I-I won’t!”

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The pessimist’s eyes widened as they slapped a hand over Tom’s mouth when he started being a little too loud “T-Tom…! S-Shut up… Shut the FUCK up…! He’ll hear us i-if you don’t be quiet…!” They whisper-yelled, it took all of their might to hold Tom in place and keep his mouth covered.

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Tom did thankfully quiet down when he heard the loud footsteps stop, exactly right outside of the bedroom, to top it off, they both heard the heavy breathing of the killer as he then began walking around, he didn’t speak… He just walked, they could see him faintly, through the grates of the closet door.

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Just barely though, the only reason they could see him was thanks to a wee bit of moonlight that seemed to be peeking through the window… The pessimist friend could feel something wet on their hands and they looked down to see Tom crying. He was shaking like crazy but trying to keep himself from making any noise.

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They both were crying in all honesty as they heard the killer just walking around, until finally, the shadowed silhouette stopped right in front of the closet, oh Tom was about to start getting hysterical, they could feel him beginning to squirm again but they just tried to keep a tight grasp on him.

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Making a ‘shh’ motion with their finger but not actually speaking aloud of course, and then the killer started moving onward, he started moving back toward the entrance, hopefully he’d be moving on and NOT coming back in here, after all, like there was any reason for him to come back.

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So long as nothing made a sound they’d be… And then, just like that, due to Tom’s squirming, a shoebox or something like that had fallen and crashed against the floor, making a loud thump and when that happened the footsteps suddenly came to a halt.

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The pair’s eyes widened, the pessimist friend looked around quickly as the footsteps began approaching fast toward the closet, they quickly grabbed the shoebox that had fallen, it still had the shoes inside of it and prepared, they clutched it in their arms and waited…

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It didn’t take too long for the closet door to suddenly fling open and then the killer poked his head in, a wide grin on his face when Tom let out a scream of horror, however that grin didn’t last too long as he was suddenly hit square in the side of the head with the shoebox.

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He stumbled back, stunned, and then the pessimist friend wasted no time in picking Tom up, adrenaline fueling their body now as they quickly made their way out of the closet, however adrenaline couldn’t always work for the perfect getaway, sure, it helped most of the time, but not always…

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The pessimist friend accidentally dropped Tom who landed to the ground with a loud oof, they were so close to the exit but by the time they tried to scoop Tom up again, Bob quickly stomped over, swinging his blade which they darted away from, stopping only in the doorway of the bedroom and turning around.

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Tom tried his best to crawl away, especially when he realized who was standing behind him now, yelling out some loud no’s, the killer looked down, a manic look crossed his features as he leaned down to grab Tom, this caused the other to lose it, going into full hysterics as he tried to struggle and get away.

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Those struggles quickly died out when Bob held him tight with one hand, placing the knife against his throat with another, the pessimist friend cried out his name, looking at Tom then at the killer and then finally… Out the door, that’s when the pessimist friend began realizing…

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If they ran now, they could easily escape, they could run down the stairs while Bob is busy with Tom …Wait, what the hell?! Why would they even think that?! N-No…! They… They couldn’t, they wouldn’t! They... They wouldn’t... Right...?

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Tom couldn’t struggle right now, he was paralyzed with fear as the blade threatened to slice into his throat, the only thing his body was doing was shaking a little bit and tears were falling down his face, he flinched upon feeling the other’s erratic breaths, hot air puffing against his cheek.

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Bob looked ahead, noticing the standoff the three of them were in now, and then he also noticed… What the other was doing, he tilted his head “O h? What’s this now…? Ya thinkin’ of runnin’? But… What ‘bout your lil friend here? What? Gonna leave him ‘ta die? And after comin’ ALL this way to save ‘im~”

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Tom blinked but looked at the pessimist friend, his eyes widening somewhat when he finally realized they were trying to glare at Bob but they also kept glancing back, he was in disbelief, hah… There was no way! There was no way they were ACTUALLY planning on leaving him! N-No! They… They had a plan, he’s sure of it!

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…Still… The way they were looking, the expression on their face… They looked almost as if… N-No… No, they wouldn’t… …Would they…? Tom blinked, he called out their name, his voice weak and timid but it caught their attention “H-Hey… Yo…You wou… Wouldn’t… L-Leave me, ri… Right? Yo-You said we’d g-get out of here…!”

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“Re-Remember…? W-We’re gonna… Ge-Get outta here… T o g e t h e r… Ri-Right?” The pessimist’s eyes widened as Tom spoke, they stood there, thinking, contemplating… They had never wanted to come here in the first place, they shouldn’t have, they should have just said no and stuck with it.

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Or at the VERY least, when they were all about to go into the cabin, they had ONE final chance to turn around and they didn’t, this was stupid, they felt so stupid! They looked at Tom and then at Bob who was clearly enjoying this like the sick fuck he was… What could they REALLY do here? What?

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Try to get Tom out of Bob’s grasp only to be gutted themselves? And hell, Tom wouldn’t survive no matter what they tried, even if they played hero, it wouldn’t do any good, they’d just be putting themselves in danger for nothing, they looked at Tom one final time ...They knew what they had to do...

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“I-I…” This caught both Bob and Tom’s attention, eyes immediately fixated on the pessimistic one who trembled somewhat, they just… They couldn’t as they looked away from Tom who called out their name again.

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“I-I… Fuck this shit! I’m outta here…!” Tom’s eyes widened as he yelled out ‘no’ over and over again and then screamed their name as they tried to run.

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Bob looked surprised by this and immediately let Tom go, the man landing on the ground with a loud resounding thud as Bob sped after them, the pessimistic friend barely even got down three steps before they screamed as a fistful of they’re hair was grabbed and yanked, causing them to fall back somewhat.

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Bob had a death grip on their hair, beginning to slowly pull them back up the stairs and he won’t deny, it was a d a m n good struggle they were putting up, in fact, by the time he reached the top step, they nearly caused the both of them to fall before Bob got agitated with them and suddenly slammed them against the wall.

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This seemed to daze them for a few minutes as they had stopped struggling momentarily, it didn’t take them long however to realize exactly who had pinned them and they continued struggling, screaming and crying trying to get away from him, a clawed hand wrapped tightly around their throat.

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“Tsk tsk tsk… Ya know, it’s REAL low-life ‘ta just up ‘n leave your friends ‘t die like that, right?” The pessimistic one couldn’t speak, only wheezed as they clawed desperately at his arm, trying to free themselves from his grasp “In fact… Did you know, that was MIGHTY cowardly of ya?” He grinned somewhat when he saw them glare.

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Bob released his hand from their throat but immediately placed a knife to it in place of his hand, a warning to keep them there “F-Fuck you…! E-Even if I di… di… did pl…play hero…! I-I’d be putting my-myself in harms way, we bo-bot… h… both of us w-would have died anyway!”

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Bob tilted his head, an amused look on his face “Oh? So basically, what you’re sayin’ is that… It’s better off him than me, yeah?” They looked offended by that statement, they opened their mouth to retort but he started pressing the knife into their neck and that immediately shut them up.

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“See, I’ve had your type before, y’all pretend ‘ta care ‘bout your little friends… But when ‘th tough gets goin’ y’all get goin’... ‘T save your own skin, ‘an ya know… I might be a cannibal but… That’s pretty low-life in my opinion” The pessimist’s eyes widened …Ahh… There it was… The supposed ‘guilt’ that they should’ve been feeling all along for even thinking.

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“Another thing… I reckon ya didn’t even t r y an’ do nothin’ bout it… Didn’t try ‘ta beg for your so-called friend’s life, didn’t try NOTHIN’ just ran for it th’ moment ya got the chance~” Oh and here it was, the waterworks, tears now falling down their face and soft little sobs escaping their lips.

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Bob scoffed “Oh, don’t’cha try cryin’ now! Tears won’t save ya now!” They couldn’t help it, his words cut deep, well not as deep as that knife could but either way, those words wrapped around the pessimist like a vice-grip, they… They really were a coward, they thought of themselves more so than Tom.

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Tom couldn’t even fucking TRY to run! His legs were gone, he had been through pure and utter hell! And they just left him there, they left him as he cried and screamed out their name, they ran the first chance they got, Bob was right about them… Even the fucking cannibal serial killer was judging them.

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Bob couldn’t help but drool as he tilted their head up, forcing them to look him in the eyes “But hey… Don’t fret~ Ya won’t have ‘ta worry ‘bout yourself anymore~” There was a much more manic look on his face, his breathing growing more erratic by the second…

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He didn’t even bother giving them any of his fun little facts, after all, he had pretty much already given them one just a few minutes ago, they cried and began struggling even more so, pleading for their life but of course it did them no good, Bob stabbed them repeatedly, over and over, blood splattering all over him.

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He then dropped them carelessly to the ground, their lifeless body thumping against the floor, he couldn’t help but sneer, how pathetic they were, to be such a coward to run off and leave their friend behind to die just to save their own skin, well a lot of good that did them in the long run… Bob’s attention was caught by the sound of something being dragged.

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His head snapped up and he looked over… There, trying s o desperately to crawl away, was the very friend they had tried to leave behind, Bob rolled his eyes and sighed “Oh… Now ain’t that just a sad sight…” He snickered a little as he began walking over, Tom didn’t even bother looking back, he was just desperately trying to get ANYWHERE else.

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Anywhere away from Bob, he of course didn’t get far before getting picked up by the back of the shirt as if he weighed nothing, he barely had any energy left, he was already exhausted from all the torture he faced beforehand, he was just using the last scraps of his energy to try and make one last attempt to get away.

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Bob tsked at him “Ya really shoulda picked a better friend than that, son…” Tom just glared up at him and then he saw the knife come into view, tears beginning to pool around his eyes, he did still try to struggle somewhat in Bob’s grasp, not wanting to go out without SOME kind of fight.

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“Any last words?” Tom looked up to him, a harsh glare across his features and then he spit, directly at Bob’s face, the other’s expression turned into a full on scowl at that “G-Go… Go fuck yourself… Asshole” Bob wasted little time in slitting Tom’s throat for that, the other gurgling and choking on his own blood.

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Bob then let Tom slump to the ground, he then looked around “Hmm… There has to be more of y’all runnin’ ‘round up here…” And then he grinned somewhat, some drool leaking from the side of his mouth “Just means more food for me” And then he began to slowly stalk off, off to find the rest of his victims.

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Now the friend who had suggested this was in a full blown panic, looking for anything and everything to try and help them fight just in case the killer found them, they just huffed in frustration and picked up a jagged bone even if it was grotesque, it was the best chance they had, they had no idea where any of the others were.

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Their eyes widened when they heard footsteps upstairs, loud and heavy, too loud for any of their other friends so they quickly scrambled out of the room.

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They looked around and then charged for a nearby bathroom, they quickly ran inside and closed the door, locking it and then running into the bathtub and pulling the shower curtain forward, they couldn’t stop shaking the entire time, tears pricking their eyes as they clutched the bone tightly in hand.

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The one who had suggested this whole ordeal was beginning to heavily regret that decision, they should have never come here and definitely shouldn’t have brought their friends along, they had no idea if any of them were even still alive! Everyone ran off in different directions in a panic.

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They had only hoped the others made it out, they really hoped… They were going to look for a way out themselves until they heard the sounds of footsteps upstairs and they weren’t going to take any big risks, it could’ve been one of their friends or it could have been the killer, either way…

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If the killer did find them, they at least had a weapon… They couldn’t help but tremble and cry as they sat there in the bathtub, despite it being a bathtub, they felt dirty, this entire house was disgusting and filthy, they were holding what was once more than likely a human bone in their hand.

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They hated this, they just wanted to gather up all their friends and go home already, they didn’t want to be here any longer… Of course it had to be right when they found Tom, right as they were finally about to collect their missing friend and go home safe and sound, that’s when the killer arrived, typical.

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They immediately stifled their sounds when they heard loud heavy footsteps, slowly thumping against the hard floors, and those footsteps were coming this way, they trembled and clutched the jagged bone tightly in their hand, moving until their back was pushed up against the back end of the tub.

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Bob was walking around, knife in hand that was trailing some blood behind as he stalked through his home, looking for any remaining intruders, if there were any left, it wouldn’t take very long to find them and even if they had got out of the house and were running back through the woods …Well… Anyways.

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Bob noticed a door that was closed, hm… That was one of the bathrooms and then he grinned and walked up to the door, using his free hand to knock three times on it “Hellooo~ . . . Is someone hidin’ in there~?” He cooed mockingly, meanwhile the friend inside had to try to keep quiet, stifling any and all fearful sounds.

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They hoped he’d just go away, but of course why would he? He KNEW someone was in here, the knocking got louder and louder until it sounded like he was banging on the door “C’mon now, y’all are gonna make me tear up my own house at this rate!” He scoffed, and then everything fell silent.

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…If a pin dropped right now, it could be heard, they honestly would have preferred hearing his voice than this deafening silence now, it made them feel incredibly more nervous, however after a few more moments they heard a loud slam, then another, and then followed by another, a continuous amount of slams against the door.

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He was going to bust it in! They waited for the worst, hands trembling like crazy as they readied the jagged bone, they couldn’t even stifle their fearful noises anymore, hell like it mattered, he KNEW they were in there and then finally, the loudest sound of all was the door finally giving in and falling onto the ground.

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The air from the door falling in blew against the shower curtain, the very thin layer that was stopping the killer from seeing them right off the bat and then they heard a chuckle “Ya know, y’all are REAL bad at hidin’... I already found your other friends, course… They didn’t stand much of a chance, ‘specially when one’a them left th’ other behind”

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Their eyes widened, what?! What did he mean by that?! N-No… No! He was lying, none of them would EVER leave each other behind! They wouldn’t believe that, but then something else hit them, he said he had found them …Which meant that… O-Oh god no, they were dead… They trembled when they heard him getting closer.

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He didn’t take too long as a clawed hand gripped the shower curtain, slowly pulling it back ever so slightly before he peered his head into the tub, a massive grin on his face the whole time “Did you know-” And then he somewhat yelled when they had drove the jagged bone directly into him, they wasted little time in ripping the shower curtain back and running.

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Bob huffed in frustration, eyes now glowing a teal color as he ripped the bone from his chest and tossed it down to the ground, of c o u r s e they had to stab him in the chest, ugh, oh well… A simple stab wound wouldn’t take long to heal, not for him anyways, he exited the bathroom then, quickly stomping after them.

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Meanwhile they had been muttering ‘no’ over and over again as they ran, they could hear him, oh f u c k, he was running… That definitely must have pissed him off, they didn’t dare look back and just kept running forward, they ran back into the living room and were about to head for the main door before realizing…

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Fuck! Their friends were STILL inside here somewhere! They called out for the others but no response so they swore under their breath, they weren’t going to leave their friends behind to die in this hellhole, they looked around and grabbed another bone from the living room floor and then back to the doorway of the kitchen.

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They heard him coming, it wasn’t hard to, as he was hollering for them to get back here and then right as he was about to round the corner… They tried to stab him again only for him to grab their wrist, shit, okay, yeah he expected that “NOT… This time!”

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They struggled and tried to push the bone towards him but it was of no use, in fact, he just began squeezing down on their wrist, even after they had dropped the bone, he kept squeezing until a sickening crunch echoed throughout the cabin along with their scream of agonizing pain.

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He broke their wrist and then threw them down to the ground, they quickly clutched onto their wrist, making all kinds of pained sounds, looking at their now floppy and very clearly contorted wrist, after that they quickly turned around and tried to crawl away, using just one of their hands to do so.

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“Oh no ya don’t” Bob quickly then flipped them onto their back and got on top of them to further hold them down, they struggled and squirmed, tearful sobs racking their body as they desperately tried to get away from him “I gotta hand it to y’all… Y’all are some pretty goddamn resilient bastards…”

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They cried out for their friends, for anyone to come and save them, not giving up for even a second with their struggles, they saw a grin appear on Bob’s face again “See? Even now! Ya ain’t givin’ up without a fight! I like that in a victim~ Works up quite an… Appetite, ya know?”

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And at that they saw drool beginning to seep from the corner of his mouth which then dripped down right onto their face, they turned away from him, purely disgusted by the drool seeping down onto them.

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By him in general if they were being completely honest here, they froze entirely when they felt a knife’s point, directly on their throat.

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Eyes widened, the only movement from them now was their body’s uncontrollably tremors, every tremor seeming to help aid the knife a little further into their neck, and not only that, but it also aided in causing more pain to their throbbing wrist.

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Bob then tilted his head “Oh? C’mon now, what’s wrong? Ya had SO much fight in ya not even a moment ago!” He then trailed the knife down their body before picking it back up, scraping it against the scraper, sparks flying off and to the side with each ear piercing scrape…

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They whimpered and sobbed, flinching each time they heard the noise before suddenly he put his tools away momentarily and leaned down, his face inches apart from theirs which made their breath hitch in their throat, wide eyes, darting frantically back and forth, no matter which way they looked, he was fully in their vision.

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Bob’s eyes were wild right now, like a predator looking at its prey, which is pretty much what was happening right now, he was a predator, looming over his prey, enjoying their terror right about now, his eyes darted to some movement, a stray tear, falling ever so gracefully down the side of their cheek, he raised a clawed finger, this caused them to flinch.

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He then ever so sickeningly gently wiped the tear away, before finally leaning down toward their neck, inhaling their scent which elicited a whimper from them, they tried to hit at him with their non-broken hand and even kicked their legs, thrashing around.

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Bob didn’t want to waste anymore time, he was hungry, they could see it in his eyes, the hunger, but not any normal kind of hunger, no… This was something much more darker and sinister... “Did you know...” Hot breaths tickled against their neck, making them cringe further in disgust...

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“That there’s a point in cremation where a body would be perfectly cooked~?” And then finally Bob had sunk his teeth right into their neck, the other trying to scream only for it to be cut off, a strangled garbled mess being the only sound that could come out.

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Meanwhile you were now equipped with an ax in one hand and the camera in the other as you were heading upstairs, upon getting up there, you gasped in horror, nearly dropping your ax and camera as you looked at your friends corpses, they were bloodied, in fact lots of blood had pooled around the floor as you walked over.

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You trembled “...O-Oh god no… F-Fuck…” Tears were pooling around your eyes as you knelt to the ground, putting the ax and camera down, shaking hands hovering over your friends, oh you couldn’t hold it in as you looked away, vomiting off to the side... F u c k, that was too much...

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After vomiting, you couldn’t help but sob, placing your hands over your face as you hiccupped and cried, mourning your friends.

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You couldn’t help but scream when you felt a hand on your shoulder suddenly, you quickly picked up your ax “(Y/N)! H-Hey hey! It’s me, it’s Parks, c-calm down…! It’s alright, it-...” And then they began trailing off when they noticed the bodies, putting a hand over their mouth “H-Holy fucking s-shit…”

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You shook your head, standing up and grabbing the camera, you had been against filming earlier but… At the very least, the police could definitely track him down easier now…

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Parker looked like they were about to vomit as well in all honesty “I-I didn’t… I-I was… I-I… O-Oh my god no… Please… W-Why, why didn’t I come back up here sooner…?!”

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Parker was shaking as well “I-I could’ve saved them…! F-Fuck��! I-I took too long to find a weapon…! I-I’m so sorry… I-I should’ve…” You shook your head “Parks, there’s no time for that…! We gotta get the fuck outta here” Parker sniffled but nodded “...Let’s go find the… Well… The other” You nodded.

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You had both hoped that sick fuck hadn’t gotten to them yet, you and Parker quickly ran, making your way to the kitchen first and foremost before peering into the door way, you stifled a gasp at what you saw as did Parker, there he was, directly in the living room… Hunched over the very one you had hoped he hadn’t gotten to… He was tearing their flesh from their bone with just his teeth.

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No use of that knife or anything! You felt anger, intense anger in that moment and practically shoved the camera into Parker’s hands, you clutched the ax tightly in your own and took a small deep breath before charging full force into the living room, the killer didn’t even have time to turn around before you swung the ax directly into his back.

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He cried out in pain, some blood squirting from his mouth, whether it was his, your friend’s, or both, you didn’t care at this point, driving the ax deeper into his back, you could hear the god awful squelching sound but tried your damnedest to ignore it “Burn in HELL! You sick fuck!” There was a pause, and for a moment… Both you and Parker’s eyes were wide.

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You both thought that even a fucking AX wasn’t going to be enough until he finally slumped forward, practically crushing the remains of what was once your friend, he had been eating them this entire time.

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You at the very least would hope he wasn’t eating them alive, you shuddered to think of such a fate, having someone eat you while you were still alive and conscious to feel every inch of intense agony, well, at least until you finally passed from blood loss, or passed out from the pain.

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…Sick freak he was… You were taking in gasps of air, you hadn’t realized you had been holding your breath this long, just staring at the killer’s corpse, he was completely slumped over, his eyes were… Strange now, they were a strange teal color and they were glowing “...I hope you fucking R O T, you disgusting piece of shit”

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Parker was surprised at this from you but they felt the same, after all, the last few hours that you all had stepped foot into this godforsaken cabin was nothing but hell from the very first few moments… This place was nothing but a nightmare, who knows how many others he had brought back here to torture and or kill.

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To butcher and eat… You took the camera back from Parker, filming the killer now, your breaths were heavy as you then looked toward the door, you would definitely benefit from the night vision now on the camera as you and Parker both walked to the exit, even though you were finally getting out of this hellhole, it was bittersweet.

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Everyone of yours and Parks friends had perished in this cabin, one having their throat slit, the other being stabbed repeatedly again and again and then finally, one of the last friends was more than likely being eaten alive, you had both failed to save them in time, that was some guilt that you two would hang onto for the rest of your lives.

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…The one final thing you could do for them, for the both of you, is go turn this tape into the police… Show them exactly where the killer’s hideout is, let them retrieve the bodies, while you had wanted a proper burial for your lost friends, you hoped they wouldn’t bury Bob, no, you hope that they burned, charred his body even.

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You hoped there would be no more traces of Bob Velseb EVER left on the planet… You and Parker took one final look back, one look at the killer that laid there, still slumped over, however your eyes widened when you saw his body move “N-No… T-There’s no way! He can’t be alive! I-I FUCKING PUT AN AX RIGHT IN HIS-”

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And then the body slumped back, going completely still, aside from a few twitches, Parker then perked up upon seeing the twitches “Wait, wait, hold up! It’s just rigor mortis, it seems like it anyways, he’s not alive, it’s just the body moving even after death...”

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You looked over at Parker who just shook their head “Either way, let’s get the FUCK out of here, I don’t wanna be here anymore...”

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You sighed and nodded, finally opening the front door, both you and Parker, the remaining survivors heading out, finally, freedom from that cabin of hell… It was still dark out, but in another few hours, the sun would be rising, either way, you had enough battery left to make it through.

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You grabbed Parker’s hand “C’mon, let’s go… I’ll lead us outta here” Parker nodded and the two of you began walking off, walking back through the forest, even this forest was unsettling, honestly the entire place, this creepy ass forest, that nightmarish cabin, all of it deserved to be burned to the ground.

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The only thing the two of you were focused on right now was getting the fuck out of here finally, you two continued walking, having to use the night vision was tedious as hell but it was better than nothing, because the two of you had lost your flashlights along the way… You just kept looking through the lens.

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You were going to make sure you lead Parker out of here safe and sound, not even letting the plants scrape them, honestly the two hadn’t been through much physically, your other friends had endured the worst of it physically, but mentally? …Neither you nor Parker would ever recover from the events that took place here tonight, not ever…

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The two of you navigated as best you could through the darkened forest, despite the killer being dead now, the two of you still couldn’t help but feel as though something was watching the two of you, at some point you huffed in frustration “Ugh! Why is this damn forest so big?! It didn’t feel all that big earlier!”

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Parker sighed “We’ll make it eventually, let’s just keep going…” You nodded and continued, holding Parker’s hand the entire time, you were n o t going to let them go, no matter what happened because god forbid the two of you got separated out here, as you continued on, you then realized “...Shit, maybe we went the long way around, fuck…”

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“Oh well… At least it’ll be daylight soon, right, Parks?” Parker made a small ‘mhm’ noise and then you perked up, stopping for a moment which made them stop as well “...Parks, are you okay…?” There was a pause before they sighed “...Not really… I-I… I should’ve been there, I should’ve got there quicker a-and then…”

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“...Then m-maybe they would’ve su-survived… …It’s my fault… I w-was too sloppy… T-Too scared… T-Too frantic… P-Panicked too much when… When I should have… S-Should have…” You then placed your hand on their shoulder, a gentle touch.

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“...Parks, we were ALL scared, of course we’re gonna be scared, this was a LITERAL serial killer and cannibal… You can’t just blame yourself… You can’t blame yourself for ANY of this, we didn’t even k n o w that bastard was going to get out… It’s literally like something out of a damn horror movie”

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Parker scoffed “...Or horror game…” And the two of you somewhat laughed at that, dry laughs but still… “Either way, Parks… What’s… Done is done now, unfortunately… We can’t turn back time, but… We can still… Give this over, to those officers, that’s the least we can do, is get our friends proper burials”

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Parker nodded “...Yeah, I guess so…” There was a long pause before you spoke up, taking their hand again “...C’mon, let’s… Let’s go…” Parker only nodded and then the two of you headed off again, you made some idle small talk with Parker, trying to keep them out of their own head for too long.

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…However, the two of you didn’t make it much further when the sounds of metal snapping shut, a loud crunch, followed by a cry of distress all echoed out into the forest, you quickly snapped your gaze over, looking through the camera lens to see Parker now, on the ground, clutching desperately at their ankle “F-FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” They screamed.

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Writhing in pain, there… Clamped tightly and digging into their skin and bone more than likely was a bear trap, your eyes went wide “S-Shit…! Here, hang on…!” You then set the camera down and despite it being dark, the moonlight having been obstructed by the clouds and trees was inconvenient.

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This was dangerous, you couldn’t see what you were doing, but you needed to get Parker out of the bear trap! You managed to feel around and find the teeth, you could feel blood, warm blood staining your hands “O-Okay Parks… Y-You’re gonna have to help me out…” Parker was sobbing a little, they sniffled “O-O… hhngh… O-Okay…”

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You tried desperately to tear at the trap, trying to pry it from their leg, however with each try you just made them holler out in pain some more, Parker could barely even grip at the trap to try and help, they just started flailing their upper body, trying to distract from some of the pain “F-Fuck…! I-I’m sorry, Parks…! I-I’m trying…!” You continued to try, desperate to get it off their leg.

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“...(Y/N)... Y-You might have to…” You quickly interrupted “Parks, if you say to leave you behind, I’m going to slap the shit out of you” You hissed through your teeth “We’ve come TOO far, I am NOT fucking leaving you behind” Parker then just sniffled and cried, you still tried desperately despite it seeming to be in vain…

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Until finally… You were managing to pry it open, slowly, way slower than you would like but it was progress nonetheless “T-There we go…! C-C’mon now!” Parker however had suddenly gasped and started trembling “I-It’s alright, Parks…! I got it, I’m so close…! Come on!” The trap kept coming further and further apart.

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“Just…” Parker called out your name “A little…” Again they said your name, “More…! Come on you fucker!” “(Y/N)!!” They screamed and you huffed “What, Parks?! I’m trying to ge-get this thing off of you…!” Parker then spoke up “L-Look…” You sighed, still keeping the trap open as best you could as you looked around.

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And then you felt your heart leap up into your throat when your eyes caught a glimpse of something in the dark, you had to do a double take at first but when you saw it, oh… Oh no… T-There was no way… . . . There, in the darkness… Two eyes, a strange… Teal color…

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“...T-There’s no… No way…” You couldn’t get the camera to even look at whatever was staring the two of you down, however Parker did and looked through it “...O-Oh my f-fucking god no…” You told them to let you see if they could so they leaned up and placed the lens over your eye and you felt like vomiting right there…

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There, through the night vision, he stood… The exact same bastard you had put an ax through, there stood Bob Velseb who by all means should be dead yet, instead, he was breathing erratically, and o h did he look… Angry was an understatement, no, he was l i v i d… And yet when you could finally see him, he grinned, bloodied teeth filled with gore “Did y’all miss me~?”

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You shook your head “N-No… No no NO NO!” You cried, tears pricking your eyes already “Y-YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING D E A D…! I K-KILLED YOU…! I-I PUT AN… A-AN AX… R-RIGHT INTO Y-YOU! W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” You screamed with such disbelief, Bob then began approaching you, slow deliberate footsteps, crunching the leaves.

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“(Y/N)! RUN! GO! FUCKING RUN!” You shook your head as Parker took the camera away “I-I’m not le-leaving you!” Parker continued to shout at you, even crying out, begging you to run as Bob continued, however you knelt there, desperately trying to pry the bear trap open further… However right as you were about to…

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You were suddenly met with a hard kick, right to the stomach, this caused you to go flying back a little bit, you heard Parker scream out as the trap shut once again onto their leg, they had let the camera go flying as well, it landed just a little bit away from you, you were clutching your stomach however.

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Gasping and writhing in pain, that kick, it… It felt like at least one or two of your ribs had gotten broken from that kick alone, your torso felt like it was on fire, burning from the pain and you were struggling to even gasp in some air, you heard Parker cry out “P-PLEASE! Please d-don’t kill-!” And then they were cut off, you could hear all kinds of sounds.

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You heard the sounds of a knife swinging, stabbing down, blood gushing from the stab wounds being inflicted, Parker hadn’t even gotten a chance to scream, he was stabbing and slicing them over and over, repeatedly, and then you heard the goriest sounds, he must’ve been ripping into them and eating them, your breathing picked up and you quickly got up.

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Holding your ribs, you could feel the adrenaline rush “Don’t ya go anywhere! You’re next!” He yelled, oh yeah, he was definitely pissed, that much was a given, you bent down, crying in pain as you picked up the camera, the screen had cracked and the camera was glitching out but it was still recording.

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The battery was running out though, it was blinking and indicating that it was indeed running low, either way, it would hopefully last enough until you got out of here, and oh fuck he was getting up, before he could stand fully up you immediately bolted, running as fast as you could, your ribs felt like they were on fire.

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You didn’t care though, you weren’t going to stop running for anything, you were crying at this point, sobbing, the tears threatening to blur your vision but you quickly wiped them away and continued running, you knew it was futile but you tried calling out for help, screaming and begging for help even.

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Nobody would hear you though, not in this godforsaken forest, it was far too deep, too thick and dense, out here, nobody could hear you scream, literally… You screamed and cried the entire way, you honestly had no idea how close you even were to getting out of here, you had no idea if you were even going the right way!

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All sense of direction was lost when you started running, you were too panicked, too frenzied in your movement, you heard him, right behind you, oh god… How was he so fast?! He was such a big heavy set guy! He shouldn’t be that fast! He quickly caught up with you and you screamed when you felt something tackle you, the camera falling out of your hands.

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The killer had tackled you to the ground and he was right on top of you “Y’all caused me a LOTTA trouble tonight! I was havin’ a good ol’ time ‘til ya went and stuck this here ax in mah back! Ya know how long this’ll take ‘ta heal?! A V E R Y LONG TIME!” He bellowed, anger evident in his tone as you struggled against him.

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You cried out when he started pressing on your ribs, the pain getting that much more intense and then you heard it, that god awful knife scraping once more… You seen him illuminate for a split second thanks to the sparks from it but you REALLY would prefer never seeing that ugly mug again.

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“I’m gonna take mah s w e e t time, devourin’ y o u…” And then he chuckled, however that was short lived when you suddenly took your fingers and dug them straight into his eyes, he yelled out and fell backwards, you then quickly tried to get up, only for pain to course through you, your damned ribs, you yelled out.

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Slipping back down to the ground, to make matters worse you felt a hand grip your ankle, gripping it way too tight but lucky enough it wasn’t tight enough to break it, you could feel yourself being pulled back, you screamed out a no and used as much strength as you could to kick him, this caused him to stumble and let go “GODDAMMIT! STOP FUCKIN’ MOVIN’!”

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You used all your strength to pick yourself back up, quickly darting over and scooping your camera off the ground, it didn’t break thankfully but you began heading off once more, leaving him in the dust, you ran as quickly as your body would physically allow you, and man were you running out of steam.

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The pain was overwhelming, you hurt all over, you were so terrified you couldn’t even think straight, you wished and prayed this nightmare would be over soon… And then, there, in the distance… You could see it, you could FINALLY see it!

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There, in the distance… Were lights, the town’s lights, oh it was so close, you could almost taste it, this caused you to go much faster, there it was, your sanctuary, your safe haven! All you had to do was make it out of this hellish forest! You were so so close…

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With each step you got closer and closer, you could practically feel the warmth of the town’s lights radiating off of you, you were so close and then… You cried out when something pierce through your leg, this caused you to trip up and fall to the ground once more, your camera falling a good bit away from you.

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You tried to get up but oh, the pain… It was too unbearable, now that your adrenaline was wearing off, you had used pretty much the last bits of strength you had left back there during that struggle, you could feel it, something was hooked into your leg, and you heard the sounds of a chain rattling.

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You sobbed and sniffled, tears cascading down your face and onto the forest floor, the town was right there, right there within your r e a c h… And yet you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t pick yourself up this time, and to make matters worse, you heard those large thunderous footsteps, booming, echoing all around you it seemed like.

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The last bit of your hope, completely drained away when you saw teal eyes, staring at you once more, to make matters worse, you could hear it in his voice when he spoke, that damned grin “Y’all can’t escape from me… I NEVER let my prey go free, even if ya made it into that town… I’d find ya, I k n o w your scent~”

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You just whimpered, your body beginning to uncontrollably tremor, this was it, you… You were going to die, die on camera from the looks of things “P-Please…” You winced, even SPEAKING at this point was a challenge, from the pain of your broken ribs to all the screaming you had done “...P-Please let me g-go!”

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You heard him laugh, loud cruel laughter ringing in your ears “After all this trouble ya put me through… Ya think I’m REALLY gonna let’cha go? Not. A. C h a n c e… But hey… Y’all can all take some comfort in th’ fact that… None’a y’all will go to waste~” And then you swear you could HEAR him fucking drooling.

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“...I’ll savor all of y’all… But… Y o u… I’ll savor th’ m o s t outta everyone~” And then he turned around and you could feel it, the hook digging deeper into your skin for one and then you could feel yourself starting to be dragged, your eyes widening as you turned around…

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The very last thing the camera would capture would be you, nails digging into the dirt below, trying to hold yourself down, of course that effort was in vain as you started crying and yelling ‘no’ over and over again as you were dragged off… Dragged into the darkness of the forest, never to be seen or heard from again…

Your tape… Ends there…

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((WOO this was a l o n g ass story, I got super into it near the end lmao,, also did I make another Lost Tapes reference? ...Yes, yes I did- fgkjdldkjgdfsl am I going to beam Lost Tapes into y’alls brains, the ones who havent watched it at this point? Y e s,, its cheesy and silly at times but j u st-

*chefs kiss* its really fucking good- but also I hope y’all enjoy this, this took way too long to space out :’D))

#spooky month sr pelo #bob velseb #tw blood #tw gore #tw death #tw dismemberment #tw cannibalism #tw broken bones #tw vomiting #tw torture #angst story #NOTHING but angst btw #The Cryptid's Short Stories #but also seriously- watch some Lost Tapes fgjkdlfgdfsd

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