ittiseinboo

[ittiseinboo]

Abstracted

I started writing this before the episode 6 trailer dropped. After episode 6 I would probably write this with a ton of anger, but I decided to go with the original vibe. This story does make assumptions of the reader. This one is kinda sad, so be warned.

🦈 anon, Tumblr deleted your ask when I went to post this. Idk what happened... This request was for sad Jax to tell Pomni about abstracted reader

Google deleted my frist draft, so I guess this version was truly meant to be! Silly google. (I write everything in Google bc Tumblr can glitch sometimes)

In this, reader absolutely loves halloween! That’s what you and Jax originally bonded over, and it only escalated the relationship from there. (In my mind its more like a sibling bond because ain’t nothing like having a sib you can lean on)

The portrait and photo idea might have come from a different fanfic I read a while ago. I really can’t remember. If anyone recognizes it, please tag the fic or the person, and I’ll make sure to edit the post to tag them!

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It was the anniversary of your abstraction. Almost nobody seemed to notice though. Almost. Jax noticed though. He'd been doing his best since he got to the circus to keep track of the days so he could bring up certain dates. Halloween was definitely one of his favorites. Halloween was your favorite too. That's sort of how you ended up there. 

You'd gone with some friends to celebrate by exploring some abandoned buildings, and you'd ended up here after putting on a suspicious headset. 

The following year, Jax actually had become a good companion on the adventures, and became determined to get you back into the spooky spirit. That or he was trying to distract you so you didn't abstract. But of course, that would only delay the inevitable.

Another Halloween was on its way, and Jax wasn't interested. Of course Ragatha had questioned him since she'd been in the circus long enough to remember how much he loved decorating for the holiday. But this was just another year he wasn't interested in the slightest. Even going so far as to rip down the pumpkin lights that would re-appear in his room every day. 

When Caine tried questioning him, he just brushed it off like it was nothing. Today’s adventure in particular was very Halloween themed. Of course, this only brought up constant reminders not only of your existence, but how close you and Jax had been. The whole time Pomni had been trying her best to stay by his side to cheer him up, but literally everything reminded him of you. To him it felt like one giant knife straight to his heart with his name engraved into the blade.

After, Ragatha, unaware of Jax’s mood, had invited him to hand up the garland by the stage. He just sort mumbled a “No thanks” in her direction, and made his way upstairs. Not to where your door was, in fact it was past that. Pomni trailed behind him seeing how absolutely defeated he looked. He went to the very end of the hallway where there was a massive portrait of all the current circus members. If you looked close enough, in the background, you could vaguely make out the silhouettes of those who had previously abstracted. Nothing very obvious. Just a quiet nod to those whom have left their lives potentially forever.

Underneath there were more framed portraits, each with different groups. Each picture featured Kinger as he was part of the original cast, with him standing next to a black queen chess piece. Further down the line, Ragatha joined the group with some of them noticeably missing. Then Jax. Gangle. Zooble. Pomni. The current group being the only photo that wasn’t framed. Jax’s gaze had stopped at the one with you two front and center. Somehow you’d managed to convinced the group to line up oldest to youngest, the youngest being on the bottom. This had left Jax needing to completely sit on the floor while Gangle rested her head atop his. Of course, this left the two looking way more friendly than they actually were, but it made for a nice picture.

Pomni approached him, gazing at the massive portrait above them before turning her attention to the other framed photos. “You know, I always wondered what was back here.” She looked up at the rabbit, and followed his gaze as he picked up the framed picture he was staring at. She kept quiet as he gently rubbed his thumb over the frame, reminiscing about the past. “You know, I didn’t always hate Halloween.... It’s actually... my favorite holiday... or at least it was..” He trailed off.

“Well what happened?” she said, not wanting to press too hard.

He let out a small and quiet laugh accompanied by a small smile. The first hint of happiness he’s shown all day. “They happened, Pomni.” He looked down at the jester standing at his side. “They showed up a few days before Halloween. They went out with their friends, and ended up stuck in here. I mean. How scary would that be?”

The jester gave a small smile. “That sounds terrifying.”

“That’s what I said.” He put the picture back in its place before turning around, and sliding against the wall to sit on the ground. Now they were facing each other with Jax looking down the empty hallway and Pomni still facing him and the pictures. A comfortable silence passed before he continued. “If you could believe it, even after that experience, they still loved the holiday as much as the next person. I mean you have to be a special kind of person to be able to make it past an experience like that, and not hold some kind of... grudge or something. I mean, then again that is the type of person they were. I mean, seriously, I don’t know if they were just out of their mind or what, but Caine could throw practically anything at us, and they’d come out the other end relatively unphased.”

“Well, what about the others?” Pomni was now sitting on the floor.

He moved his gaze to look at her directly, sadness glazed over his eyes as tears were starting to form making his eyes even more reflective than normal. “Well, they hated when we’d scare the living daylights out of them. Heh. But otherwise they tried their best to be a team player. I mean, they even got along with Zooble, believe it or not. I mean, that was when Zoob first got here.”

“Somehow they managed to convince me to participate in a tea party with everybody. Do you know how boring tea parties are?” His voice was starting to break and squeak as a tear escaped his eye. “Hell, somehow they managed to make chasing butterflies interesting. And they were the best at the weirdest things. Like.... tying random knots I’d never heard of. I can’t even remember what they’re called. I don't even remember how to do it properly anymore.” 

He pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and burying his face. Clearly he was trying to self-soothe, and keep Pomni from seeing the tears of raw grief. Of course, he couldn’t hide the shaking of his shoulders as he started to sob.

“Sometimes I’d catch them thinking too much about the whole ‘no exit’ thing, and I’d crack a joke or pull a prank just to keep them distracted. But...” he trailed off, frowning at the thought as his gaze turned cold and distant. Clearly this had hit him particularly hard.

Pomni scooted so she was next to Jax, her shoulder and arm pressing against his side. A sort of silent way to ground him without actually saying anything. Clearly he just needed someone to listen.

After a pause, he let out a laugh that was quickly caught in his throat. “You know, one time they had a particularly nasty idea. We decided to throw a little party. And not only.” He sniffled, taking a small break from talking.”

“Not only did they bake a cake with a firecracker built-in. But then they made a second cake. Out of Jello! Jello!” He gestured with his arms in the air like he was in disbelief, looking down at Pomni with wet eyes. “Like, they literally. LITERALLY. Made a whole cake, put fireworks inside, and then made a whole secondary cake made of Jello. Decorated both, just for a prank. A silly little one-two prank that would last maybe five minutes. And the best part?”

He took a raspy breath in before continuing. “The best part... Gangle had been the victim of the Jello. The look on her face!” His voice was barely there at this point. “And Zooble had been too naive at that point to not take the first one.” His voice was almost non-existent. If it weren’t for their proximity, Pomni wouldn’t have been able to hear. “It got all over their face. All over Ragatha, Zoobie, me.”

A silent laugh left his mouth as his shoulders shook, tears now streaming from his face. “And Gangle had it all over her mask....”

Covering his eyes with his hands, his form started to shake even harder. Fully sobbing into himself, quiet yet somehow with the soft sound of fabric rubbing against the wall. Pomni placed a hand on his leg for comfort. “You know, the others have told me about.... Some of the adventures you all went on. They really sound like a special kind of person.”

He just looked up at her before wrapping an arm around her, pulling her even closer, still crying. What he desperately wanted to tell her was how you’d kept a few members from abstracting themself. How despite feeling terrible, you were really good at keeping everyone else together. How much he regretted not being able to do the same for you. He genuinely found himself wondering if he’d just been sooner. Maybe if he’d seen the signs faster, then maybe he could have stopped your abstraction. Maybe you could’ve lived long enough to meet Pomni.

But those thoughts would have to wait for another time. For now, the only thing he could do was sob his eyes out. Choke on his own tears as he silently wailed, finding comfort in who was likely his only friend left in this circus. The only one he felt comfortable enough with to let all his emotions just let lose.

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If you could please leave any criticisms I would appreciate it! I want to improve on these kinds of stories (like the sad emotional stuff since I don't write that very often.)

I hope you enjoyed �� anon!

[ittiseinboo]

Soft Pets

You accidentally pet Jax. He lets you since you've had a rough day.

might be OOC Jax (idk I did my best)

(Fluff?)

TADC (Jax x Reader)

GN reader

no y/n used

Romantic or Platonic

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Being a part of the circus can be really hard at times. Today specifically, you had been put into a situation where it was like no escape. Everything reminded you of home no matter what you did. From the moment you woke up, to the moment you walked back through the portal, you’d been reminded of the life you left behind. You’d started to disassociate early on in the adventure, and by the end, you were clearly not in a good mood. Not angry, but not happy either. Almost tired.

Of course, the other members took notice, and decided that they’d all take turns being by your side. You’d decided to hang out on the couches not only because it was comfy, but it would hopefully help ground you by having plenty of space around you for the others to hang out. Gangle had gone to go get some colored pencils, meanwhile Ragatha convinced Caine to conjure up not only a speaker, but also some adult coloring books. 

Sitting on one of the couches, the speaker was playing some soothing music. Ragatha was two seats over, also coloring with you. The box of colored pencils rested between you two, a handful of pencils sprawled out on the cushion. You were using the arm rest to support the paper as you scribbled the colored lead onto the mandala. Jax and Pomni were on the sofa next to you, the armrests forming almost the perfect surface for your activity. Of course, you still felt a bit numb, but being around the others, the music, and the serenity of coloring almost mindlessly was enough to at least get your mind off everything. Give yourself a mental break before you yourself broke.

After about an hour, Caine announced to everyone that it was dinner time. Of course, you joined the group to sit down for a digital meal. Unfortunately, this just served as another reminder that you were trapped in a digital world, for better or worse. Bubble Chef had actually put together one of your favorite meals. It tasted just like how it did when you were younger. Another reminder. When is this day going to end?

Excusing yourself from the table, you make your way back to your spot on the couch and resume coloring. The next person to leave the table was Gangle, followed by Jax, Zooble, Kinger, Pomni, then Ragatha. Ragatha came back over, this time opting to sit on the floor with Kinger. They continued working on the same page, working atop the coffee table. Zooble walked over to check on you before retiring for the night. Soon after, Gangle followed suit.

Another 30 minutes passed, the five of you having conversations about whatever. Kinger had asked if you had any hobbies out in the real world. Of course, you couldn’t blame him for not being fully aware in the moment. He most often was a crayon or two short of a box. Strangely though, it helped a lot. Getting lost as you explained your favorite hobby not only helped you connect with the others even more, but it gave you something to focus on.

Ragatha got up to go to bed, double checking with you that you’d be okay with Jax and Pomni given that they were the only two still up. Kinger said his ‘Goodnight’s and walked back to his room with Ragatha. You could clearly see the worried look on her face, but as the two got farther away, Kinger put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Jax decides to get up, and move over to the spot Ragatha had been occupying earlier. However, he decided to put his feet on the couch to face you, his purple fur almost grazing your thigh as your body moved with every breath. Pomni was now on the couch that was at a corner, sitting behind Jax, but facing the two of you, also relaxing with her feet up on the cushions.

“So, are you going to bed tonight, or do you need someone to stay up with you?” You pause, looking up from the paper to meet his gaze. His head was resting on his arms which were comfortably folded behind him to create a support. You pondered for a moment before responding. “I’m not so sure that sleep is a good idea right now.”

Pomni looked over at you before speaking. “Are you sure? I mean, I know we don't need sleep, but I usually feel better if I do. You know?”

“Yeah, just... My mind is a bit...”

Jax raised an eyebrow at you. “Don’t tell me that we did all this for you, and you’re still losing your mind.” A small chuckle left his mouth.

“Well it’s not exactly everyday that we show up to a neighborhood that looks eerily similar to the place I grew up.”

“Is that why you’ve been spacing out all day?” Pomni sounded genuinely concerned. 

“Yeah.” you said, a bit more force than you meant punctuated the word, rolling your eyes. Not out of annoyance of the jester, but because you wanted the day to be over, and these feelings to disappear. “Well I’m sorry.” she spoke softly.

Putting your elbow onto the arm support, you rest your head in your hand. In the same movement, you move your foot up to rest on the cushion underneath you, creating the perfect spot to rest your other hand. Closing your eyes with a slight scowl, you reply simply “It’s alright. It isn’t your fault...”

There was a bit of a pause. You’re getting lost in your own mind again. Without realizing, your hand falls and lands on soft fur, gently rubbing the soft texture. It was soothing to your soul despite it being a subconscious reaction. It was natural to start rubbing the fur underneath your palm.

You hear the jester giggling a bit. You felt Jax yank his foot away as you realized your hand had landed on his foot. He wouldn’t have pulled back so abruptly, but your hand had instinctually begun rubbing his soft fur. Snapping your eye open you look down at your now hovering hand. 

“Hey, keep your hands to yourself!”

Pomni chuckles a bit louder. “You know, if you weren't sitting like that then maybe they wouldn’t have touched you Jax.”

A quick smile flashes across your face. Not only at the idea that you freaked him out, but also at the faint memory of his soft fur that lingered on your fingers. 

Pomni let out a loud yawn before closing her eyes. “Not that I blame them. You are really soft. It’s really soothing...”

You couldn’t tell if she was drifting off to sleep, but she was right. Jax looks between the both of you, clearly still freaked out, but what stood out was the blush on his face. “What, do you like being pet Jax?”

“You’re crazy.”

“Yeah sure. And that look on your face isn’t telling at all.”

He turned his gaze to avoid yours, hugging his legs even closer to himself. 

“She’s not wrong though. It was oddly comforting...”

He squints at you, inspecting your face for even a hint of jest or mock. It wasn’t there though. You just watched him as a moment passed. 

“Are...” he looked away for a moment, almost trying to hide. “Are you saying that.. Petting me is helping... or whatever.”

Your eyes go wide for a moment, pondering the question. You blink before answering. “Yeah, I guess it did.”

He looks back at you, his blush spreading before forcing his usual smug look on. “Well I guess I could let you pet me. If you ask me nicely.” He adjusted to pull his legs down, properly sitting on the comfy cushion. He then put his hands on the cushions to move himself closer. “You just can’t tell anyone about this. Or I’ll kill you.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Jax could I please? I promise not to tell anyone. Not even Pomni.”

A scared look flashed onto him as he looked over at the jester laying on the couch, causing a tension that the music could only pass through. She was seemingly sound asleep where she had laid. This seemed to make him relax, ears drooping slightly as he did. A sigh left his mouth as he looked over at your legs. 

He turned to lay on his back, laying his head against your side. “Not a word, I swear.” You let out a chuckle as you moved your hand to his shoulder. You started to rub the soft fur before he reached up, and moved your hand to the top of his head. “Weirdo, why would you do that to my shoulder?” 

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize you had a preference.”

He turned his head slightly. “I don’t. It’s just weird.”

“Mmmhm.” You didn’t believe him, but wouldn't call him out. You were just glad that not only was this grounding you more than anything else, but that he was willing in the first place. Maybe because he secretly cares? Maybe because he enjoys it so much? Could be both. Could be neither. Either way, you were grateful.

You both just sat there wordlessly for a while, eventually his head ended up in your lap as he drifted off to sleep, you still giving him little pets.

The only other sound was the speaker softly playing some of your favorite music. 

Slowly, your eyes drifted shut, and the music around you faded as you drifted off to sleep.

Finally, some rest from the day you had.

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Petting Jax by accident bc you’re so fucking out of it. OOC Jax (IMO idk)

Sorry if this is out of the ordinary. This is almost like a self-comfort fic (episode 6 did a number on me)

The majority of this was written while sleep deprived, so if some of it didn't make sense I apologize.

[ittiseinboo]

"I’d Move On"

Summary: What if you and Jax paired together for Caine’s gun adventure instead of him and Pomni. But knowing your guys’ history, things don’t go as planned.

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags: Jax x reader, angst, no comfort, gender neutral

Warnings: Guns, violence, reader points the gun at themself, suicide (?)

A/N: Hey all! This one’s a bit short but I wanted to do a scenario where instead of turning the gun on Jax, what if you as the reader turned it on yourself. I’ve been seeing a lot of discussions on TikTok where people thought Pomni would have turned the gun on herself, so I thought it would be interesting if I were to do my own spin on it, but with a twist. 

“Pomni if you saw with your own two eyes how close the both of them used to be, you would think we were all living in an alternate universe inside of the circus.” Ragatha reminisces as she tells Pomni.

Pomni turns her head toward where the two of you stand right in front of each other having your daily screaming match, “Uhhh are you sure about that? “Cause to me it looks like they're about to shoot each other before the adventure even starts.” 

Ragatha pulls at her hair and groans at the scene before her, she attempts to move over to where you guys are to put a stop to your fighting, but she is stopped in her tracks as Zooble places a hand in front of her, “Don’t. Just leave ‘em be, it might be better for them to eliminate each other before they try to come after one of us, besides they both look like they need to get some things off their chest anyway.” 

Both Pomni and Ragatha were confused by Zooble’s last statement but despite appearing nonchalant for most adventures, this one in particular, Zooble knew was going to take a different direction.

After what felt like a long drawn out battle with trying to eliminate the others, you and Jax finally prevail.

You wipe the imaginary sweat off your forehead as you leap to do a victory dance, “Woo hoo! Oh yeah baby, now that’s what I’m talking about!”

“Heck yeah! Did you see the way I flipped over Kinger and shot him straight in the chest? Pew, bullseye!” He makes a shooting motion with his fingers and blows out the imaginary smoke while winking.

You laugh at his actions, “Of course I saw you. Dude you were literally flying!”

He laughs along with you while also lifting a hand to give you a high five. You, still high in the moment, push his hand to the side and run directly into his arms and engulf him in a hug.

Your squealing now but also relishing the hug, the hug reminds you of all the moments when you and Jax used to hug each other in the past, you let out a content sigh, “Mannnn this feels nice, this takes me back to the old days…back when we were okay. Jax, we really do make a good team.”

He slowly wraps an arm around you gently as his demeanor softens. He thinks to himself ‘maybe you’re right we do make a great te-’

“No, no we don’t.” Without thinking he shoves you away from him, the force of it sending you slamming roughly on your back.

“Aggghhh! W-what the h@#$ dude?!” You move back onto your feet with a wobble, “What was that for?! Aren’t we partners?!”

Jax stares at you coldly, but with his signature smirk plastered on his face also, it makes his whole visual look eerie, “HAH! Partners?! Are you kidding me, who even said we were partners?” He cackles snarkily in your face.

“Come on Jax, this isn’t funny! We were both just fine this whole time, w-what changed?!”

“Delusional as always, dollface you should know by now that I don’t do relationships, friendships or even partnerships for that matter. All I’m focused on is me, myself and I.”

“So what you’re saying to me is this time we spent together bonding, none of it mattered?”

“At. All.” 

You stare at him in disbelief and he looks over your entire appearance, he notices that you still have a rusted pistol in your hand from the adventure, “How about we spice things up a bit, eh?” He yanks the hand you have the pistol in and positions it directly in the middle of his forehead, “Do it. Pull the trigger.” 

You try to snatch your hand back from him but his grip tightens on it, “No! Jax stop! I am not shooting you, I refuse to!”

“Oh come onnnnnnn are you chicken or something? Scared of betraying me? Here if it helps get the job done faster, just know that I would’ve had this very gun turned on you so quick and finished the job myself, I wouldn’t have any problem with betraying you.” He grins wildly.

With that being said, you finally built up the strength to kick him away from you and pull your armed hand back, “You’re insane!”

“Sigh, tell me something I don’t already know about myself sweetheart.”

“Quit with this whole act! This is not like you.”

“Not like me? I don’t know where you’ve been all this time, probably in La La Land or something. But let me tell you something I’ve always been like this; Evil, bitter, selfish and every other bad thing you could ever think of a person, I was and I am still that way! My true colors were always there, you were just to blind to see them.”

“That’s not true, you care, I know you do, just like when-”

“I DON'T CARE! NOT EVEN FOR YOU!” He screams at you and the look on his face was one like you’ve never seen before.

His chest is heaving heavily now, and you boldly take a step forward, to be directly face-to-face with him, “Before this adventure is over I wanna ask one more question….how would you feel…wait no…what would you do if I were to abstract tomorrow?”

You’re met with eerie silence as he tilts his head creepily toward you with a blank expression, “I’d move on, and probably forget about you.”

That sealed the deal for you, “Okay….okay…I understand. I’ll just go ahead and make things quicker for you.”

You turn your back away from him, not before throwing a tearful pained smile his way, “Goodbye Jax, I hope you have a good life, one that was better without me in it. Well, it’s been fun!” You turn away from him again and lift the pistol slowly to your head, you pull the trigger-

BANG!!

The shot rings loudly within the quiet area, leaving Jax alone with immense silence.

His eyes widen in shock, not expecting for you to turn the gun on yourself, this marks him as the winner of this adventure.

As he roams past the loser area he expects to see you walking outside of the doors with everyone else, and when he doesn’t see you emerge this concerns him, he peaks his head in the area and sees that it’s empty, “Helloooooo anyone in here, you can come out of hiding now, the adventure’s over!” He calls out but is met with silence, he tells himself that maybe you're just being dramatic as usual.

He tries not to show the growing concern as he walks past the others but he discreetly tries to mask his worry as he asks around about your whereabouts. No one knows where you are.

The growing pit in his stomach deepens.

Yet again Zooble is the one to first notice the subtle change in his demeanor and she mentions it to the others when they were all away from Jax, Ragatha is the first though to approach him about it but was hesitant to do so given their history together. He brushes her off and tells her he’s fine but even she starts to grow concerned about your absence, she tries her best to reassure him that maybe you’re just taking some time off to decompress from this adventure.

This dives into your case; Lately the other members of the circus have noticed you isolating yourself from the bunch more and more lately.

Usually when an adventure would end you would just head straight to your room without saying a word to anybody until the next day or the next adventure but as the hours turned into days and days to weeks, that’s when everyone’s radar starts going off toward thinking the inevitable has happened to you, but they were all too afraid to say because they didn’t want for it to be true.

Everyone likes to think of a major sign of abstraction being the change in attitude in a sense of the individual being easily angered. The members of the circus, except for Jax, value each other’s privacy; they all know that some of Caine’s adventures, if not all of them, can take a toll on you mentally, so they try to give space when needed after an adventure. But this is something that should be highlights, while it is okay for them to decompress while alone in their rooms every once in a while, what should be a raise of concern is when it becomes a daily occurrence, and this is the part that often gets overlooked before a person abstracts, being left alone with one’s own thoughts can cause more harm than good.

None of them knew where you were and Caine was nowhere to be found, so as the members ran and searched for you around the circus while also yelling for Caine, Jax stopped in his tracks, hyperventilating as he tried to think of all the places you could be.

Your room!

As he reaches for the door handle to unlock it with the spare key he had, he glances up at your picture and sees that he is too late. 

The circus was relatively quiet with the occasional shout of your name to look for you, but what really made some noise was the blood curdling and bone chilling scream that was let out in the room hallway.

The scream is the only thing that finally caught Caine’s attention after weeks of struggling to get him to teleport you back with the group, he had been no help at all. “What is all this commotion? Oh dear! Looks like one of our beloved circus members is no longer here with us anymore…….oh well, to the cellar you go! Now onto the next adventure everyone!”

You were gone.

You were gone.

You were gone!

Abstracted.

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Masterlist

Here's a list of fanfics I wrote so far for specific fandoms. This list isn't limited to these characters. I plan on expanding it and adding more once I am done creating stuff for them and receive requests for certain characters. I also plan on jazzing up this section since it is pretty dull looking, but I wanted to organize them categorically first. :)

To get things kicked off, if you're wondering how to request and what rules I have for requests, just open the tab "General rules for requesting" down below:

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~GENERAL RULES FOR REQUESTING~

<Fandoms>

PRESSURE

-Sebastian Solace

*Fics:

Yearning for More

"I hate you...I love you" Pt. 1

"I hate you...I love you" Pt. 2

Torn In Pieces

Two Peas in a Pod

*Headcanons & Drabbles:

Headcanons/Drabbles

Stubborn Like a Jammed Door

Cash Machine

TADC

-Jax

*Fics:

Sweet and Sour

*Headcanons/Drabbles:

"I'd Move On"

-Ragatha

*Fics:

Coming soon!

*Headcanons/Drabbles:

Headcanons

[ittiseinboo]

Sweet and Sour

Summary: The relationship between you and Jax was something more than just awkward, it was complicated. You both had a friendship that went from being sweet to sour.

Word count: 3.8k

Tags: Jax x female reader, angst, comfort, a little bit of fluff, platonic, romance(?), frenemies

Warnings: Guns and violence

A/N: Hey everyone! This fic will be based off of the events in Episode 6, and honestly it can be read platonically or even in a romantic sense. If any of you haven’t watched it yet I advise you to go do so right NEOW!! (or whenever you get the chance I guess lol). This episode was an emotional roller coaster in itself and for the past couple weeks I have been really excited to share with you all the works I have been cooking up in behind the scenes for tadc, so stay tuned! So with that all being said, I hope you all enjoy it! :)

Since joining the circus, Pomni’s taken note of how you and Jax interact with each other compared to how you interact with everyone else. When it comes to interacting with everyone else, she sees how lively the two of you are but when you both are around each other-

“One day I’m gonna fight you for real you stupid rabbit.”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try, you seem to always make empty promises so I’m not too worried.”

“You should be, ‘cause I’m not the one to play with.”

He yawns then inspects his fingers as if he were checking his nails, “Don’t talk about it, be about it, chicken.”

You move fast and grab an ugly colorful-looking chair and break one of its legs and use the broken piece as you chase Jax around with it in an attempt to stab him.

-Your guys’ relationship was pretty confusing as far as she can tell, when she tried to ask the other members of the circus about the two of you, their responses varied; Her first option was to go to Kinger since she figured that they had bonded during the Mystery of Mildenhall Manor and the fact that he had been at the circus the longest, but as expected he stuck to his usual wacky script and didn’t give her a specific answer.

Pomni decided to go to Zooble and Gangle next thinking that they would at least know a little something since they were at the circus longer than her, but both of their responses concluded the same thing, that when they had arrived at the circus you two were always at each other’s throats so the idea of you both even being acquaintances for that matter was something they both thought was weird and impossible to happen.

Finally she made her way over to Ragatha which was kind of difficult in itself to get a clear answer out of her; From what she gathered from Ragatha she basically described your guys’ relationship as something sweet that eventually turned sour, something that seemed to happen over night and possibly could never be fixed.

The next day Caine appeared, where as usual he announced his newest adventure which was the craziest one up to date, he gave everyone guns. He also gave you guys five minutes to decide the teams, but there were seven of you.

Pomni was the first to observe the odd number of people, “Uhhh Caine you said we were supposed to be in duos but that might not work since there’s seven of us.”

Caine tilts his shades downwards as he peers over them at the little jester, “Okay and what do you expect for me to do about that? I gave you guys guns for crying out loud! So figure the rest out amongst yourselves!” He goes back to lounging in his beach chair mid air.

She rolls her eyes as she turns back toward the group as they all discuss amongst themselves who would be with who, and surprisingly Gangle suggested that there could be one group of three against the two other duos. As everyone moved to find their partner, you didn’t move from the sidelines as you watched the duos formed, once everyone was paired they turned their gaze to stare at you to see which group you would join. As you scanned the groups you were deciding who to link up with, your eyes landed on Jax and Pomni.

When you and Jax were on what you considered to be good terms, before, you two would always pair on adventures together. You both lived for the thrill so it kind of felt like a piece of you was missing as you were going on an adventure as crazy as this one without him.

Pomni was attempting to have light conversation with Jax, but she was confused at his lack of response at the topic at hand, she turned her head toward him slightly as she viewed the solemn expression he held in his gaze as he looked at you, then she turned her head to look at you and saw that you mirrored his same expression but not too long after you shifted your gaze away from him and to the pile of guns that lay at your feet.

Pomni turned back to Jax and saw that his expression went from solemn to a now furrowed one, “Hey um did you want for Y/N to join us?”. That broke him out of his daze and he quickly changed his expression back to his signature snarky flair, “Nah, just let her live out her cringey lone wolf era, plus she’ll be an easier target to take out.”

As the adventure started, Jax and Pomni were quick to get to work with eliminating the other teams, you rushed with your selected choice of guns away from the other teams, with bullets flying your way you quickly dodged as best as you could as you pumped your legs to move faster.

With your first gun you spun around quickly to face your target, Zooble, caught off guard by your speed they try to quickly grab their gun to shoot at you, but to their dismay you were quicker as you lunged at them and shot straight at their chest, the force of the shot sent them reeling backwards with a heavy thud onto the floor.

Gangle gasps as she rushes to Zooble’s aid, “Zooble! Are you okay?” Zooble sits up as they grab Gangle’s shoulders to reassure her that they were okay, “Yes, yes I’m fine! But if we don’t move now we’re going to lose her.” As they both looked toward where you were standing, you were already gone.

“F&#@!”

After running and hiding for about thirty minutes with the occasional ambush from a team or two you finally found a room where you could catch your breath, you made sure that it was clear and away from the other teams as you kept your ears open and eyes peeled for any bullets flying or anyone walking past your hiding spot.

You used this down time to slide onto the floor and rest your head against the wall behind the door, you let out an exasperated sigh as you closed your eyes to clear your head.

You try to use this time to relax, but instead of your mind being at ease, it’s flooded with the memories of you and Jax from the past.

Your mind wanders to one specific time you both were sitting under a tree outside of the circus, you two were laughing and talking for what felt like hours, until the digital sun began to set as the moon began to rise. Eventually you both stumbled upon a conversation about the real world.

As you’re admiring the starry night sky a question forms in your head, “Hey Jax,” He hums in response as a sign for you to keep talking, “Do you ever wonder what we would have both been like if we were to have met each other in the real world?”

Without any hesitation in his tone,“Absolutely not, doll, because it would be totally pointless and unrealistic to imagine such things with the state we’re in now.” He says sarcastically with a smug grin.

You scoff then shake your head amusedly, “Oh come on Jax, you of all people, I feel, would have so much to say about what anyone’s life was like in the real world.”

“Hmmm you do have a point there. For Kinger, I would say that he was born nuts, Kaufmo was a stand-up comedian and Ragatha without a doubt definitely has some mommy issues.” He snickers to himself.

You turn to face him and lean your head against the tree, “Well can I make a guess about you?”

“I meannnn you’d probably be wrong anyways but sure why not? Lay it on me.”

“Okay. If I were to have met you in the real world, I think I would have gotten along with you.” This makes his breath hitch but as he sees you lift your eyes from the ground to look at him, truly look at him, he sees a huge amount of warmth within your eyes and he tries to search them for any deceit, but there was none, instead they held tenderness.

He doesn’t want to show any genuine emotions toward your statement so he just changes his expression back to his usual smug one, “Heh I don’t think so, if you were to have met me in real life, you probably would think that I was insufferable.”

“Really? Well I don’t think that’s true, I mean we get along pretty well here in the circus, and I enjoy being around you.”

“Tch, you don’t know me.” He mumbles under his breath as he shifts his gaze from you.

“Yes I do, now granted I may not know everything about you, but whenever I’m spending time with you like this and whenever you open up to me also like this, it makes me feel like I’ve known you my whole life, you make me feel important. Oh gosh, that was so cringe, but honestly it felt like it needed to be said, ya know?”

Jax doesn’t respond but takes your words in, to which you also continue, “I also wanted to let you know that I really enjoy your company, I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

He notices that you inched closer to him, “And if I’m being honest, I truly like having you around.” He observes the constant closeness of both your hands, the force of gravity drawing your hand near his own, his eyes softened at the movement, but as you moved your hand to lace your fingers with his own, he suddenly jumps back as if he was being burned by a piping hot skillet and smacks your hand away.

“No!” He hisses and turns away from you.

You draw yourself back, afraid of aggravating him even further, but you can’t help yourself from reaching out to him as you notice the petrified look on his face, “Hey are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Look I wanna make sure you’re doing alright, that was very sudden and out of nowhere and I don’t know if it was because of something I did or-” He cuts your ramblings short with his usual laugh and nonchalant facade.

“What are you going on about? Everything’s totally fine! Let’s not ruin the mood with whatever you got going on.” Before you can even question what he meant by that he stands up and crosses his arms above his head with his signature smirk, “Sigh and I think that’s my cue to go get some shut eye. Nighty night!” He walks back towards the tent leaving you alone where you sat under the tree still processing what just happened.

“Night Jax.”

Did I seriously do something wrong? Your mind keeps replaying that whole scene with you and Jax under the tree, you were left utterly confused with the immediate change in his demeanor and dialogue when you tried to question him about it, you try to think back and see if there were any other times where he’s reacted like this.

Usually when you two were in the middle of or finished with an adventure you both would either do your secret handshake, high five, fist bump, etc. But you noticed that whenever you were vulnerable with him or tried to hug him like you did a little while ago, he would either push you away, avoid you, or change the subject like he usually does.

It bothered you when he did this, every time you would show him or even let him know how much you cared for him, he would always brush it off as if it didn't matter, as if you didn’t matter, and that’s what hurt the most.

As your mind drifts off some more, you can hear some distant commotion along with the sound of multiple rounds of gunshots and screams in the hallway.

“I can get ‘em!”

“W-wait!”

“Trust me, partner! I got this!”

You hear the voices of Pomni and Jax in the hallway so you reload your guns and get into a stance just in case they decide to check each room for anyone hiding.

After Pomni ran off to chase after Zooble, you silently opened the unoccupied room door as you made your way to stand in behind Jax, who stood from his position on the floor. 

“We need to talk.” You fired off a warning shot that grazed one of his ears, he was very deep in his thoughts that your sudden attack startled him.

“Ouch! About what?”

“You know what!”

“How about more shooting and less talking.” He turns toward you fast and draws two of his guns on you, without giving you a proper chance to react he immediately starts blindly shooting at you while grinning manically.

“ACK!” As you try dodging a series of bullets flying your way, at least two strike you as you jump, duck, and slide down the narrow hallway. While running you attempt to reload the last gun you have left, only to find yourself without any ammo left.

“Oh great, how f@$#%&* convenient!!” You shout as you continue running, with no other bullets left to use, you angle your arm above your head to chuck the empty gun at Jax, and to your dismay you miss.

You groan almost tripping over your footing at the ridiculous moment while Jax is still chasing after you and laughing even harder, “HAH! Seems like today isn’t your day huh? How unfortunate for you!” As he moves his finger to pull the trigger for the umpteenth time the gun jams and he stops in his tracks to fix it, “Noooo come on come on! Not now!” 

While his attention is stuck on the gun you use this opportunity to plan your next move. He hears calculated and fast footsteps coming his way and as he looks up he’s met with your foot to his face, your shoe leaving a cartoonish mark on it, “Look who’s the unlucky one now, little b$@%&#.”

Both him and the gun are knocked to the ground, he lands on his back with a heavy thud, he tries to scramble to grab the jammed gun again but you kick it out of his reach, “ENOUGH!” You scream at him, “We. Need. To. Talk!!!”

He jumps from his spot and mirrors your stance as he shouts back at you, “What is it with you?! What is there to talk about?!”

“Us!”

He’s visibly taken aback but he tries to conceal it with an angered look.

You take a breath, “Look ever since that day we talked under the tree and the days and months that followed after, even when Kaufmo abstracted, you just don’t treat me like how you used to…” Your voice fades off.

He gives a bewildered look and dryly chuckles at your words, “Tuh! I treat you like how I treat everyone else, give me a break!”

You try your best not to lose your cool, “No. You don’t treat me like I’m your friend, you d#@$%&*!”

“Oh! Look everyone, look at how much of a real friend Y/N is, to always have a mean nickname to call a friend of hers, wow I wonder if she does this with any of her other friends-”

“Stop it! I’m not a bad friend and you know it!”

“You aren’t a good one either. I could tell you that much.” He mutters sarcastically.

“Can you quit doing that?! Enough with the constant sarcasm, gaslighting and guilt tripping! You act like a child.”

“Oh I’m behaving just fine thank you very much.”

You try your best to keep your emotions in tact, but the dam breaks. First you feel the wobble of your lips then the wetness on your cheeks, you lift your hands to feel underneath your eyes, oh great now I’m crying. 

As you try to collect yourself before speaking again, sobs start to wrack through your body, “Y-you’re so d-different now that it’s like I don’t even r-recognize you, I miss the old you. I miss us but most importantly I miss you, I miss you so much that it hurts, hic, I just want my best friend back. It’s hard living through every day in this circus not knowing when it’s my last and not knowing why you hate me.” By now you're slightly hunched over with your hands moving up and down your arms to try and calm yourself.

A minute or two passes by with silence, the only noise being from your sniffles and sobs, there was no movement whatsoever until you feel hesitant arms slowly wrap around you as you were being gently embraced.

You didn’t need to look up or open your eyes to see who the arms belonged to, for the embrace was familiar, “As much as I say I hate you, that’s not true.” Jax says loud enough for only you to hear. With your knees still feeling weak, he holds you close so that you can lean most of your weight on him to prevent you from falling to the ground.

“Then why do you-”

“It’s because I’m scared! I’m scared that if I allow myself to continue to get closer to you, I might lose you, no I will lose you!”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes I do! I know this because it happened to me before!”

You were silent about this.

“Before you, I had another friend who I had got close to and deeply cared for. I remember telling that old friend of mine that I would protect them from the monsters we may face in the adventures…not knowing that the true monsters to be faced were ourselves.”

This was news to you, you’ve only ever known about Kaufmo, who you’ve also gotten along well with, being Jax’s other friend beside you, and no one else back then ever mentioned about there being another member in the circus who was Jax’s friend as well.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was their name?”

“Their name…their name was Ribbit.” He moves his head to look over at Ribbit’s door, “If you had met Ribbit you would have become friends with them, you both act so much alike that the resemblance is kind of uncanny. They were seriously like a needed breath of fresh air and a light source to this chaotic circus. Honestly I can go on and on about how great they were, but one thing I want you to understand was how hard it was to let go and realize that my best friend is no longer here anymore.”

You feel his arms tighten around you as his hands and voice begin to shake, “I-I just feel like I’ve could’ve done more to prevent it but I was too much of a d@#$%&* to see the signs earlier before it even happened.”

You snake your arms around his waist and rub soothing circles up and down his back,

“Look Jax, I know this is something you probably don’t want to but I can understand where you’re coming from, I really do, but you can’t let what happened in your past dictate how you lead your future.”

“I know but I just feel like it’s my fault that they abstracted, I am literally a part of the cause. I said some things that I regret saying to them to this day that I wish I could just… take it all back. And if I’m to be honest I can understand now why no one likes me around…heh all I ever really know how to do is walk around and screw things up.” He looks to the side regretfully. `

You push away from him slightly and move your hands up to grab his face and angle it downwards so that you could make direct eye contact with him, “Jax look at me, as I’ve mentioned countless times before to you, I like having you around and-”

He interrupts you, “What’s there to even like about me?”

“Oh gosh, I don’t even know where to start, everything, I like everything about you, flaws and all.” You stare up at him adoringly.

“Why do you look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like I matter, like- like you love me or something.”

“It’s because you do matter and because I do love you.”

“Even after all the stuff I put you and the others through, how can you still look at me the way you do?”

You pause and take a moment to think about why have you done things the way you did  them when it came to Jax. He made a good point; He’s done so many things that have made someone want to hate him and you, being the person that you are, is still persistent in trying to find the light in him.

Finally you respond, “It’s because I can understand your pain. If you think about it Jax, here in this circus, we’re all just victims a part of a system that creates insanity. It pulls us away from who we used to be and turns us into someone who we try to refuse to become.” He nods while also in deep thought as you continue “I may not know all that you may be going through in your mind, but please I beg you to stop pushing me away so I can help fight against the monster within you.”

“I-I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I can let go, that is, of these feelings that keep me up at night, I hate myself for all the things I did and didn’t do, for all the stuff I said and didn’t say. I just wish that I can forgive myself but it’s hard, it’s like I don’t deserve even a single ounce of forgiveness my way.”

“And that’s okay, self love and healing doesn’t happen over night, it takes time and sometimes we as humans always wish that time didn’t matter but to be honest it does.” Before you continue, you grab both of his hands and intertwine your guys’ fingers, “And look,even if we never make it out of here, just know that I will spend every single day reminding you of how valuable and important you are to me.”

His lip starts to tremble and he tries to hold it between his teeth to prevent you from seeing him break, but he fails. He puts his face on your shoulder, you feel your shoulder growing wet and hear soft sniffles but you don’t mind as you wrap your arms around him to rub up and down his back, his ears droop as he hugs you tighter.

You knew that deep down Jax held onto every single word you uttered and believed it to all be true. If he were to fall, he knew that you would be there to catch him. Although despite his lack of a response, you knew that through the tears he shed, they were silent promises to you.

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I was thinking, and I wonder what Ragatha gets up to when she's not going on adventures? I've seen headcannons that she's a seamstress, but i was wondering about other's HCs?

Headcanons

 

Summary: General headcanons on what Ragatha gets up to when she’s not going on adventures.

Word count: 1.3k

No Warnings

Tags: Ragatha, fluff, a pinch of angst, lightheartedness, and Kinger being a father figure toward Ragatha.

A/N: Greetings anon! As per usual thank you so much for sending in a request and for allowing me to whip up this bit for you. I apologize that this one’s a bit short but I am hoping that it is to your liking. But with all that being said, I hope you enjoy it! :)

With Ragatha, she really wouldn’t know what to do with her time when she’s not going on an adventure, and when she does decide to do something she just keeps it simple, well tries to at least.

She wouldn’t be used to the fact that the time she had off was actually her time off since she’s always so used to lending a helping hand to the others.

Even if the others say that they don’t need help with anything, she would still use some of that free time trying to bond with others.

I also think that the issue with Ragatha accepting the free time being her own, she might view it as something she doesn’t deserve.

She believes that she could be doing something productive with her free time rather than just lounging around.

I headcanon that she has a very neat and tidy room, this is also a given from the fact that she tries her hardest to maintain order around the circus.

She definitely doesn’t like a dirty space, the same goes for in the lounging area. If anyone leaves a magazine or trash lying around anywhere she would flip out!

But she only does it in a way where she just scolds the person because she doesn’t want for the others to view her in a negative way, so whatever smartass comment she might have, she just keeps it to herself.

When Ragatha masks her true emotions with happiness 24/7, this in a way, is like a coping mechanism for her. And when alone during the night time, she usually goes outside of the circus tent to sit up under the stars.

With this time outside she usually spends it reminiscing on old and new memories, both from her life outside of the digital world and her life currently in the circus.

Up under the stars she’s able to pour her heart out with the moon watching silently as she lets out any frustrations or sorrow be carried in the wind.

Another way I think that she copes with the whole idea of being stuck in the circus for so long and also trying her hardest not to lose her mind or abstract for that matter, is through singing.

Singing definitely helps her release tension and built-up stress she’s held onto for so long whether it's from high stakes adventures or stuff from her past, singing brings her comfort.

The other members of the circus don’t really know of her love for singing besides Kinger.

Kinger came to find out her talent one day as he was making a new pillow fort amongst many. It was pretty late into the night, and the others had called it a day and retreated to their rooms, everyone except Ragatha, surprisingly.

As Kinger walked into the main room to collect more pillows, he stopped in his tracks as he heard a voice traveling through the space. He took note of how the voice was far from shrill, but rather it held a melodious tone.

From each note that was hit perfectly, Kinger started swaying to the melodies back and forth. He moved closer to catch a glimpse of whose voice it belonged to in the dimmed lighting, and his eyes landed on Ragatha, who stood atop a table, placed in the middle of the room, with a broom in hand that was used as a microphone.

Kinger couldn’t help himself and started cheering and whistling at each note that was belted out. Caught off guard by the surprise audience, Ragatha abruptly stops singing and spins around to face the person while dropping the broom in the process.

“Oh uh, Kinger! W-what are you doing here? Um, did you n-n-need anything, or did I perhaps disturb you? I mean it is everyone’s bedtime, so I apologize if I did.” Ragatha rambles on, and in turn, he chuckles.

“No, no, you didn’t disturb me, you did quite the opposite, actually.”

She quirked a brow at him, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for starters, I never knew you could sing! You have such a beautiful voice!”

She rubs her arm sheepishly as she breaks eye contact with him while slowly stepping off the table, “Heh heh, well no one did actually, this is just something I do after hours when the circus is winding down and before I go to sleep on most nights, I always take the time to go around and clean different areas here. It honestly makes me feel like I’m at least doing something and not letting my mind wander to other things…” She gives a saddened look as she lets the last word fade off quietly, and Kinger takes notice.

“So where did you learn how to sing like that?”

The question breaks her out of her trance, to which she perks up a bit, “Oh, well, it’s funny that you asked! When I was younger, my mother used to always throw me into so many activities to try and make me be, I quote, ‘good at something’,” She makes air quotes with her hands as she recalls the memories with an eye roll, “A lot of the times I would try and purposefully make mistakes within these activities so that hopefully she would stop enrolling me in programs that I wasn’t interested in. That was until she signed me up to take private music lessons, and it completely changed my entire world.” 

“I can’t really describe it, but singing unlocked a part of me that I didn’t even know that I had within myself. It’s funny, isn’t it? How one morning you wake up and think you know everything there is to you, until something changes you. Singing is something that I deeply cherish, and it’s therapeutic in a sense, especially when life gets tough, you know? And to be honest, I don’t know what my life would have looked like if my mother never paid for me to take lessons, tch that’s probably the only thing she’s ever done right ha ha ha!” She laughs heartily.

Kinger smiles at her as she continues to laugh, and he joins in with her, then a suggestion pops into his head: “Well, hey, if it helps make you feel even more spectacular, how about you sing a song right now?”

Ragatha’s eyes widen at the suggestion, and she becomes flustered, “S-sing? Like r-right now? In front of you?” He eagerly nods his head as she continues, “Hold on, hold on, hold on, how about we time out for a second, I don’t usually sing in front of people. It genuinely makes me nervous and really flustered, if you couldn’t tell already, and not to mention my voice isn’t all the best.”

“You have to understand that it doesn’t matter if you don’t have a voice like Celine Dion or Whitney Houston for that matter, that’s not the point, the point is that your voice is something that shouldn’t be compared to other voices, your voice defines who you are as an individual and it is something that is unique and special amongst all other voices. And if it matters to you, I think that you have a very remarkable voice, and sometimes you gotta toot your own horn for yourself!” He finishes with a confident stance.

Ragatha giggles at him and is grateful for his words, “Thank you, Kinger, I seriously didn’t know how desperately I needed to hear that right now.”  She engulfs him in a hug to which he happily returns.

After a minute goes by, he removes his hands from around her and moves to grab the broom that was tossed aside earlier. He hands it to her as he leads her to one of the many stages within the circus to perform,  “A talented singer such as you deserves a big stage to shine.”

As Kinger let her have her moment on stage, he smiled like a proud father as he watched her shine brightly like a true star while doing what she loved most.

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UPDATE

Hey beautiful people! 👋🏾

I know this is a bit out of the blue, given that I've been M.I.A for about a week now, which I apologize for. I was away from Tumblr for a bit!😅

I promise I didn't forget about any of you amazing people including your fabulous requests, this past week has been extremely busy and also chaotic, I also had just went on a family vacation and honestly you guys can assume how that went👀.....JK it was amazing.

But with that being said I will be resuming writing your guys' requests, and my inbox will be open to you guys to submit a couple more requests before I close it on Monday to work on each request.

And for the requests that were already sent to me, I just wanted to update you guys that I am actively working on those so expect for me to drop them soon. I'm planning on possibly dropping a fic tonight or tomorrow given if I'm not too busy.

I am also expanding my list of characters that I will do for The Amazing Digital Circus, and I have decided to do all the characters from the show. I have started some works for Jax and have gotten asked to do fics for other characters as well that are also in progress, so that's something new to cheer for! 🥂

Finally I'm gonna end this message off with a bit of sappiness thrown toward your way; I just wanted to take this time to thank each and every one of you for being very kind, welcoming and supportive towards me and my work, I am truly grateful for all the love you guys have shown me and the love you continue to give. I will continue to do my best on cooking up some fics that are decent enough to keep you all fed with the content you all know and love, thanks again! 💕😘

[ittiseinboo]

Hi! How's it going? I wanted to make a request. I really like the idea of a pressure swap AU.

Picture this: a female reader who used to be friends with Sebastian back when he was human. Sebastian had secretly been in love with her, but one day, she was falsely accused of a crime she didn’t commit. She ended up being taken by Urbanshade, and it was her who became the victim of their experiments.

But instead of transforming into a mix between an eel and an anglerfish like the original Sebastian, the reader becomes something entirely different—a kind of octopus 🐙 And here’s the twist: she is the one who becomes the saboteur.

Two Peas in a Pod

Summary: You and Sebastian both get offered the chance of getting your names cleared, the only difference is you feel like you’ve gotten offered eternal imprisonment instead. You become the Saboteur and Sebastian becomes an Expendable.

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: Angst, angst, more angst, and should I also mention angst? Mentions of death, violence, guns, experimentation, torture (not told in detail).

Tags: Sebastian Solace x female! Octopus reader AU, angst, romance, fluff.

A/N: Heyyy anon! What a time I had creating this fic for you! I want to apologize also for the delay in getting this request out and done for you. It's been a hectic week for me, but rewarding nonetheless. As you can predict from the word count alone, I went a little (this is an understatement lol) crazy on the prompt, which took me a little over a week to be content with the final product. Thank you again for this wonderful request, and as always, enjoy! (P.S. Be prepared for a roller coaster of emotions. >:) ).

You and Sebastian met during your time in Uni together, and despite knowing each other for such a short time, it felt like you both have known each other your whole lives.

 You both also had chemistry…no I’m serious you two literally had Chemistry that was going to start in roughly thirty minutes tops! Get to steppin’!

You two always paired together when it came to group assignments, other students often nicknamed you two as Thing 1 and Thing 2, because there was never one without the other. You two were definitely like two peas in a pod.

This also goes without saying that you both always did everything together in general, and if one of you were missing from the other, that’s when people knew something had to be wrong. For instance:

The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked cookies wafted through the air as you waited in line at the cozy coffee shop that you and Sebastian usually stop at before your classes.

“Pickup order for Y/N!” The barista places your order on the counter not before drawing a few doodles onto the cups, “Hey how’ve you been girl? I haven’t seen you or your twin in here in likeeeeeeee 5 years.” She jokes with you.

You playfully roll your eyes, “5 years? That’s a bit of a stretch haha!” You then feign confusion, “And who the hell are you talking about is my twin? All I know is me, myself, and I.” 

This then makes her laugh and rolls her eyes too, “Wowwww so you’re just going to forget your man like that? Wait till I tell him this shit.”

“We’ve been over this a thousand times already, me and Sebastian aren’t together-”

“Yet!” She interjects with one finger pointed in your face.

“And besides I don’t think he sees me in that way…and I really enjoy what we got going now, ya know?” You look away a bit and shift your gaze to the display case filled with cookies and beautifully decorated cakes.

The barista gives a look that says “are you serious?” but then drops it once she notices the change in your demeanor after her comment. She changes the subject to get your mind off the topic of you and him being an item.

“So why isn’t he here with you today? You two are usually joined at the hip, is he okay?”

You look up from the display case and smile, “Yeah Seb’s okay, this dummy decided he wanted to stay out in the rain all night long the other day and play music on his guitar for the stray cats and ended up getting sick. Despite how dumb it was, the idea was adorable nonetheless heh, but now I’m stuck with taking care of his dumbass until he gets better!” You sigh exasperatedly but also laugh at the memory.

You happened to look back up at the barista and notice that she was holding a bag for you in your face, your brows raise and you tilt your head in confusion, “What’s this? All I had was the two drinks.”

She smiles and places the bag into your hands, “I know, and I’m giving this to you, it’s no problem! We’ve been trying out a new line of different soups for the season, don’t worry it’s on the house! Let me know if Sebastian likes it and tell him I said hi and that I hope he feels better!”

Before you can decline the free soup she places your drinks in a cup holder and places it in your hands as well then waves you off while winking before yelling, “I can help whose next!”

You take the bus to make your way to Sebastian’s tiny apartment that takes you 30 minutes to reach with all of the twists, turns and frequent stops of the bus, you damn near fall asleep until your phone buzzes loudly from a game notification.

You pull the string to notify the driver of your request to stop and once you hop off the bus you have difficulty with trying to balance all of the bags you were carrying: A bag with your computer and notebooks, another filled with painkillers, cough drops/syrups, gatorades and many more items from the dollar store.The last big bag that you had on your back was filled with pajamas and clothes to last you for the days you would spend taking care of Sebastian in his apartment, along with carrying the drinks and soup from the coffee shop.

You struggle to reach for your phone in your back pocket and after five minutes of dang near doing the Hokey Pokey you successfully reach your device and dial Sebastian’s number to let him know you’re outside, the first time the line goes straight to voicemail, and after the 3rd call to his phone he finally picks up, “Sebastian’s hotline, how may I help you?” his voice rasps out.

“Boy if you don’t come and unlock this door before we have some problems!” You yell on the other end as you try to balance the things in your arms while you continue to mumble, “...shit don’t make no damn sense, all these games you’re playing.”

“Alright, alright I’m coming! And hold up, didn’t I give you-” He goes straight into a coughing fit mid sentence, “-a key to the apartment? Girl, why didn’t you just use that?” “

You roll your eyes and almost choose to drop each item while you sarcastically quip, “Well duhhhh Seb, I was going to use my toothbrush to pick the lock and it’s obviously not like my hands are full or anything.”

He snickers on the other line and finally opens the door after what felt like way too long. As he stands in the doorway you take in his appearance; He has bags under his eyes with sweat dripping atop his brow, his hair looks disheveled  like he must’ve rolled out of bed but it’s wrapped in a messy bun, the skin on his nose appears to be a bit irritated probably from blowing his nose a lot you think to yourself. Your eyes travel lower to take in what he’s wearing; An oversized faded band tee with a stretched collar and a pair of checkered pajama pants with mismatched socks.

His eyes widened at the sight of all the bags you’re carrying but then the shock fades away as he takes in your wandering eyes over his form, he smirks and scoffs, “Hey my eyes are up here, you know?”

You break out of your daze and make eye contact with him, you bring your face closer to his without making another move, your eyes wander down to his lips then back up to his eyes, his face heats up some more, the sickness playing a part of it but the closeness of you two making his heart do flips.

Without missing a beat you swipe one finger across his forehead to move a piece of hair out of his eye, and the same hand was used to cup one of his ears as you leaned into it and whispered, “Move.” One word was all it took for him to almost buckle in the knees but not before folding in half like an omelette at the sheer force you put into throwing the dollar store bag filled with goods directly at his stomach, “Take that and get in the house.”

“Ouch! You’re really gonna treat a sick person like this? How cruel.” He whines while grabbing the rest of the bags to bring in.

“Tch you’re not acting like you’re sick right now.”

Sebastian’s a pretty tidy person. He likes to make sure that his house is clean and in order before anyone comes over including you, but this time his house looks like a tornado ran through it since he’s been sick.

As you unload your bags Sebastian takes note of all the things you pull out of each one, “Damn did you decide to bring your entire dorm room over here? Sheesh this is a lot of stuff!”

“It’s not that much, you’re just over exaggerating!”

He gives you a look but then shakes his head at your antics and crosses his arms, “Not that much stuff but yet you bring a whole stack of clothes as if you don’t have a closet full over here already.” 

You go silent but also try to fight the urge of a smile working it’s way onto your face as he just read you like a book, he smirks and chuckles at your reaction while also scooting closer to you till your shoulders are touching, he then grabs your hand while also intertwining your fingers as he draws random shapes on your hand with his thumb, he also uses his thumb to glide across your hand to remember each detail of it; Every vein, dip or scratch on it.

“It’s not like I’m complaining or anything, I don’t mind you leaving your stuff over here, I’m actually waiting for the day you finally decide to move in with me so you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling back and forth from here to your dorm on the bus, you get it? ‘Cause honestly that’s just doing too much…and plus…I don’t mind having you here with me.” He sends a couple of squeezes to your hand as he stares at you lovingly.

You mirror his expression as you respond softly, “I know Sebby, I’m still thinking about it, it’s a lot to consider and honestly I really do think that’s a major choice to make. Plus what if you get sick of me being here with you?” You scrunch your brows at the question.

As you continue to stare at him his smile only grows fonder and his eyes a bit softer as he moves to hold both your hands in his own, “Heh, with you, I don’t even think that’s possible.”

Your face heats up as you break eye contact with him and shift your focus to the goodies from the coffee shop, “O-oh, I almooooost forgot about this stuff, heh heh! I got you some soup and tea from that coffee shop we like” The majority of the ice in your drink melted, along with the soup being lukewarm and what once was piping hot tea for Sebastian was now cold itself.

His shoulders slump as he groans, “Eughhhh, come onnnnn tea? You know how much I dislike tea!”

“Uh uh! I don’t want to hear any of that! Now you’re going to sit here and drink every last drop of your tea and eat every last bit of your soup, do you understand me?” He nods defeatedly as you nag him.

“Perfect now I’m going to go warm this stuff up, I’ll be right back in a second.” You get up to move from the couch to the kitchen and as you do, you can feel a pair of eyes watching your every move as you make your way out of the living room.

While you're waiting for the soup and tea to warm up, you take this moment in the kitchen to calm your beating heart.

About a week later once he’s officially recovered from his sickness, he shoots you a text one day during his day shift at the local grocery store just around the corner from his house, as you’re making your way to the campus library to go study for your next exam.

“Are you busy right now?”

As you’re typing your response back your phone starts blaring your ringtone loudly throughout the silent library, all heads turn toward you, you in return do an awkward chuckle and make the walk of shame out of the library to take his call.

Just a few feet outside of the library, you whisper-yell into the phone, “Sebastian! What the hell is wrong with you?! You literally chose the perfect time to call!” You put your face into your left hand.

“Well my bad, but um why are you whispering? Are you at the library or something?”

“No , I’m at the movies with a hot date right now.” You say sarcastically, but he didn’t catch the mocking tone in your voice fast enough before hearing something shatter on the other end of the line. “Seb are you okay?? Did you just break something?” You say worriedly but you’re soon cut off by the sound of screaming from what you assume to be his boss, “Damnit Solace! I thought I could trust you with being in the houseware section this week but apparently it looks like you’ve got butterfingers, from now on you’ll be stuck on cleaning duty for 2 weeks. Don’t just stand there, get to moving now!!” His boss barks out.

Sebastian cringes at the volume of his manager, “Don’t worry I’ll get this mess cleaned up in no time but can I please take my break a little early? I’m dealing with an emergency on the phone right now.”

His boss rolls his eyes, “Fine, only because you’re one of the few employees here that I can actually tolerate.” He walks away to the front of the store and leaves Sebastian where he’s standing.

Sebastian snaps out of his daze before he remembers why he took a break so early in the first place, “Wait hold up, did you just say date? With who?! You didn’t tell me that you were seeing someone!” He panics at the thought of you being with someone else.

You groan on the other end at his theatrics, “No doofus! I’m at the library studying for my Calculus exam and I’m not seeing anyone, I was just joking.” You can hear him let out a sigh of relief to which you slightly quirk a brow but then you redirect the conversation to find out what he was calling for, “So why did you call me right now, I mean I’m not really mad or anything, I just wanted to know if you needed something.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot! I was just trying to see if you had any plans for tonight?”

“Uhhhh not that I know of, why did you have something planned? I’m telling you Seb, if this is one of your little surprise pranks again I swear I will-”

“No, no, no! I promise there’s no pranks this time! I just had something special planned for us tonight, that's all.”

You can hear the vulnerability and slight fear in his voice as he’s telling you this, what confuses you about the whole ordeal is the fact that usually when Sebastian had something planned for the two of you specifically when you guys hung out, he would just do it without waiting for an answer from you. So what’s changed? You wonder to yourself.

“Okay, I’ll come.”

“W-wait really? I mean uh yeah, wow! That sounds good to me. Be ready around 8:00 pm.” You can hear the giddyness in his voice.

Seven ‘o clock rolls around the corner pretty quick and you decide to wear something cute but casual that also brings out your features. As you’re admiring your outfit in the mirror, your mind wanders to what he could possibly mean by “special”. Sebastian’s form of special could range from a variety of different things, thinking back to three months ago when he wanted to do something “special”, which he took you to a paintball range, this ended with your cute outfit getting messy.

You contemplate whether you should quickly change your outfit before he comes, but before you can he sends a text saying he’s on his way to come to get you, you look at the time and notice it flew by pretty quickly since it was now 7:45 pm and before you know it Sebastian arrives at your dorm.

After his signature knock, you open the door to the sight of him in a sleek black suit with a matching tie around his neck done neatly, his hair slicked back into a ponytail with two stubborn strands falling in front of both eyes. You take note of how flushed his face is.

You couldn’t stop the words leaving your mouth as you lean against your door frame, “Why hello there Mr. fine shit, is that what these kids say nowadays? Oh forget it! Anyways if I would’ve known you were going to show up looking all cute and handsome I would’ve at least put a bit more effort into my own fit to match your dazzling appearance.” You whistle as you continue to admire the man in front of you.

He laughs, “Heh well you could thank my mom for this look, she was the one who put me up to wearing all this even though I told her I was just going to have us go casual this time, you know, nothing too flashy,” You snicker at the thought of his mom yelling at her son to look presentable, she always does that when you two spend time together. “And hey if it helps I really think you look good tonight as well, you could literally wear a potato sack and I’d still think you’d look beautiful.” He beams at you which makes your heart flutter.

“Now let’s get going, I got the car out front so we could make it on time for the reservations I made for us.” He offers his arm to you, to which you gladly take as you both make your way down the stairs, as you guys make it to said car your eyes widen at the sight, “Whoa dude when did you get a new car? Is it a rental or something?” You ask in amazement.

“I got it today actually, right after my shift from work. I’ve been saving up my most recent work checks to pay off for this car little by little, I really also got this so you wouldn’t have to worry about catching the bus anymore.”

He steps in front of you to open your door as well as buckle your seatbelt for you, in which you thank him but also add, “Aww Seb you know you didn’t have to do all this, I’m fine with catching the bus to school, work and wherever in general it’s no big deal. Plus, on the days you do have to work, what if I make you late? I don’t want to put you at a potential risk of losing your job.”

He moves to get in on the driver’s side and clicks his seatbelt into place, he places one arm on your headrest as he backs out the parking spot, “Honestly I don’t care if I’m late, as long as I know you make it to where you’re going safely and on time that’s all that matters to me.”

After about 30 minutes into the drive Sebastian finally parks the car into a spot then gets out to go and open your door for you and takes your arm in his again. He tells you to close your eyes but he obviously knows that you’re peeking under both eyelids so he places his free hand on your eyes and guides you down the sidewalk.

“Where are we going?”

He ignores you.

“Sebastian, where are we going?” You say a second time but much louder than the last.

“Quiet, we’re almost there, I can’t spoil the surprise.” You huff in response until he abruptly stops with you and removes his hand from your eyes, “You can open your eyes now.” You slowly open your eyes to adjust to the bright street light you guys were standing under, as you shift your focus to what’s in front of you, you side eye Sebastian as you take a slight step away from him and whisper in a troubled voice, “...Why are we standing in front of an alleyway? Are you setting me up to get ambushed or something because you look a little too excited standing right here in front of it.”

“Wait no, no, no I mean I know this looks weird but I promise there’s nothing weird going to happen to you, and if something bad was to happen I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for it.”

He takes your hand in his and guides you through an alleyway to a shabby-looking door and as he opens it the smell of pasta and freshly-baked bread floods your nostrils, Sebastian greets the owners who are extremely happy to see him, “Well look who it is, our favorite customer! How have you been young man? How’s your mama doing?”

 As the owners of the restaurant chop it up with him, the woman takes notice of you standing next to Sebastian with your hand in his, her mouth gapes open as she starts smacking her husband's arm repeatedly, “Oh my goodness look honey, Sebastian’s brought a girl with him.” The wife moves over to greet you personally and offers you hugs and small talk, while her husband on the other hand picks up Sebastian from where he stands and jumps up and down with him while shouting, “Sebastian my boy! Look at you, bringing your girlfriend here-”

Sebastian stammers quickly, “Uh I- she’s my best friend not my girlfriend, you guys!”

The wife whispers into your ear, “Not yet at least, when you guys get engaged make sure you send us an invite to the wedding!” Your face heats up at her words.

Next thing you know the wife and husband both share a look and decide to seat you guys on the rooftop of the establishment; You guys are given a candlelit dinner and despite the intimacy of the moment you two take that time to reminisce on new and old memories together. From the smells to the atmosphere of the place, it really makes you feel like you’re really at home. As the conversation draws deeper into the night with both your bellies full from the spread of food you guys had, you ask Sebastian a question.

“You never really told me why we’re out here tonight, what’s the occasion? What makes today more special than any other day we’ve ever hung out or spent time together?”

Sebastian goes silent, not in a bad way but in a way that shows how much he’s struggling to find the words to say, you really don’t know how much he hates that you asked this question, it tripped him up pretty badly. He finds it weird how lately when it comes to facing his feelings for you he finds it hard to actually admit them to you.

You pull him out of his daze as you reach for one of his hands and laced your fingers with his own, “Seb, look at me, trust me when I say that you don’t have to hide anything from me, okay? Whatever you have going on in your mind right now, just know that I will be here to listen, please don’t shut me out.”

This makes him lift his eyes from the ground and stare at you to observe your expression, it’s full of genuine worry and also care for him, he takes a deep breath before speaking, “Well I just…I just wanted to make today really special for you honestly. Meaning that I wanted this to be a huge “thank you” of some sorts, for always just being there for me and being so good to me. For always knowing what to say even when words fail me to say it myself, if that makes sense. No one knows me the way you do, and I just want to thank you for being such an amazing friend to me.”

You smile brightly at his words while also fighting the urge to cry but before you can respond he stands up from where he was seated across from you, “Before the night’s over, I have one more surprise for you, close your eyes.”

You do as he says and feel him move behind you, you then feel something cold placed around your neck, “You can open your eyes now.” As you open your eyes, they widen at the sight before you, a heart-shaped locket with wings and inside contains a picture of the two of you making silly faces with your arms wrapped around each other.

You wrap a hand gently around the locket but hold it tightly against your chest, “Sebby…” is the only thing you say as you start to tear up, he rubs soothing circles up under your eyelids, “I want you to keep this as a reminder of how much I care for you, and how grateful I am to have you in my life.” Without missing a beat you lunge into his arms and wrap your arms tightly around his waist as you lay your head on his chest listening to the fast thumping of his heart, and wrap his arms just as tightly around your shoulders as he places a kiss to your hairline and rests his chin on your head.

The two of you not saying another word, only the hug and tears you both share doing the speaking between you two, as you both think to yourselves of how much you don’t want this moment to end and that you may never be separated. 

If only the both of you knew what fate had in store for you a month later after this magical night…

“Guilty!”

The judge reads the final verdict of the last juror, you stand in front of a large courtroom filled to the brim with reporters and onlookers from far and wide coming to hear the chilling details of the murder case that made national news headlines before them. You become weak in the knees after hearing the final order that would determine your fate, becoming lightheaded at the thought of serving a sentence not meant for you.

As your lawyers hold you by both arms to prevent you from hitting the ground, you turn your head slowly to make eye contact with Sebastian who’s sitting alongside his sobbing mother who tries her hardest to stay strong in front of her son. Sebastian shares the same horrified and distraught look that you have on your face, not believing any of this based on what he knows of you as an individual already, you a murderer? No, there’s got to be a mistake here!

Your lawyers all come up to you and each of them clap you on the back or hug you as they give you solemn looks knowing your new future wasn’t a pretty one. The prison guards move to place the cuffs on you, getting ready to transfer you to the maximum prison that would be considered your new home. 

You give one last look at Sebastian with tears streaming down your face, and despite how loud the court room was, with yours and his family mixed wailing at your determined fate or from the taunting of protestors who made it into the court believing that you committed those murders, above all those voices he was able to hear you the loudest, you mouthed the words “I love you” to him.

As you were being shoved towards the exit, he jumped out of his seat and stretched his hand as if he could grab you and take you away from all this nonsense, but as he watched your figure disappear he felt his whole world shatter.

Three months later into your sentence, Sebastian would always make sure to pay a visit to you at the prison you were held in which was very strict when it came to visitors, touching was absolutely prohibited. For example, one day Sebastian came to visit and the two of you got so deep into your conversation that he ended up sliding his fingers across the table where you both sat and rubbed his hand over your own, the guards went ballistic to the point where they pointed guns at all of the visitors forcing them to leave! 

Then came talk of you pairing with an organization giving you an opportunity to be rid of this place and to get your name cleared, Sebastian hearing all of this had a slight feeling that the deal was too good to be true, too easy even, he felt like there was some sort of curveball waiting to be thrown in it but he didn’t want to mention it since you were so happy at the idea of getting your life back, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

The visits became less frequent as each day went by, including your talks on the phone with him. One of the very last things he remembered telling him was that you weren’t able to give him any more information about the offer since you’ve officially accepted it, and anything said beyond that point was classified information. That was the last time he ever saw or heard from you.

A few weeks later he received a call from the prison stating that you were no longer there, he took that as they moved you to another compound or something, but no they meant that you were-

“Dead?!” His voice cracks in disbelief, “How?! How is that even possible?! She was just here, she was fine!” Before he can question even further the phone hangs up and that was the last time he ever got news about you.

A year later he too was also charged with a crime he didn’t commit, which led to him receiving the death penalty as well as the same offer from Urbanshade.

He officially became an Expendable under Urbanshade just three years later, they claimed that the delay was because of “unforeseen circumstances”, whatever that meant. He was sent to the blacksite with a group of other Expendables, the beginning of his journey for the crystal was tough; Starting with 20 Expendables in total, only for half his group to be wiped out with just 10 Expendables left over, the obstacles they’ve endured were too hard for them to conquer with the minimal information and resources they’ve began with.

Luckily they were able to stumble upon a group of four seemingly experienced Expendables who offered them a helping hand to get them back on steady footing. As they helped patch up Sebastian and his teammates wounds, he heard one of the four Expendables shout to what he could assume was their leader about them needing to make a stop at a shop within the blacksite because they were running low on supplies.

“Hey boss! Think we should stop by at the shop when we get close to doors 50 and 51? We’re running low on supplies is all” The Expendable suggests.

The leader sends a thumbs up his partner’s way and finishes patching the last member on Sebastian’s team, “Sure, I don’t see why not, and plus I think this would be a good opportunity for the newbies to meet The Saboteur for the first time.”

Sebastian looks between the two in confusion and chimes in, “Wait, wait, wait, let’s time out for a second! Who in the world are you guys talking about? Urbanshade didn’t mention anyone by that name, or anyone period, for that matter! 

“That’s cause she stays under their radar, we’ve only gathered bits and pieces about her, something about how she was once their deadliest weapon, worse than all of the entities combined. That’s all we know so far, she's like a fugitive of some sort, wanted by Urbanshade but she’s doing one hell of a job to prevent herself from being caught by them.”

“So will she ever just come and flat out tell you more about her, herself?”

“No not out of her own mouth but through her file you’ll learn more.”

“And how do we get this file of hers?” Sebastian asks

“Just full of questions, are ya?” One Expendable says sarcastically but the leader happily continues, “The only way anyone can get their hands on that file is if they have enough data to do so, she charges $1000 research for it.” The leader chuckles at the look on Sebastian’s face, “Ha ha ha! That’s a lot right, kid? Well ln’t wanna get’s get moving. We don't want to waste any more time than we’ve already have, don’t wanna jumpscared from an entity now do we?”

After constantly avoiding Painter's turrets and hiding from Froger for what felt like forever, the group finally manages to reach your shop.

“Over here, friends.” A familiar voice calls out as the sound of a vent grate being slammed opens, the group walk toward the source of the voice and crawl through the vent.

As Sebastian makes his way through the vent he takes in the sight around him a decently sized room filled with boxes and different tools scattered around the shop, with a working desk pushed against a wall and a balcony above him across from where he stood.

“Um where is the shopkeeper?” One Expendable asks.

“Good question, she's probably out scavenging for more supplies or doing whatever else she does.” One of the experienced Expendables shrugs. The leader opened his mouth to give new instructions to the group of Expendables since you were nowhere to be found.

“Over here. Not there, right here!” The group looks all around trying to locate the source of your voice, then above them they hear, “Up here.” They all look up at once and the sight is chilling, the ceiling appears as though it’s shaking when suddenly your body appears from its state of camouflage, your head spinning in slow circles as you grin widely at the group.

An Expendable from Sebastian’s team screams very loudly at the sight and before anyone can stop him, he pulls the trigger on his flash beacon. “No!” The leader hollers but it's too late.

You were blinded by the light, you let out a shrill screech, your pupils become smaller as you bare your teeth at the Expendable and pull back one of your larger tentacles to knock him against a wall across the other side of the room. His body flies at an inhumane speed as he’s slammed against the wall, causing a slight crack to form in it. You then take the flash beacon and smack it across his head, his unconscious body falls to the ground.

You push yourself off the ceiling and propel yourself downwards like a bullet to where the group stands in front of you, “You newbies always know how to make a terrible entrance, and here I was wanting to give my warm and welcoming speech that I’ve practiced countless times in the mirror,” You say sarcastically with a snarl, “But that moment’s over, and now it’s time to set some ground rules before we get straight to business; If you know what’s best for you, do not do what that guy just did,” You point to where his body lays, “If you cross me or any of my boundaries…you will pay the price.” You threaten in a haunting tone.

The Expendables are silent, stuck in their places even and once you feel as though you’ve gotten the message across, you smile sweetly and say, “Now that that’s all taken care of, who’s ready to shop like crazy? Don’t be shy and don’t you all run at once..” After noticing their lack of movement you shout, “Move it!” They all line up one by one.

As the other Expendables get the supplies that they need to progress on their journey, they all leave one by one, you still not noticing that Sebastian was amongst them until he stays behind. You had your back turned tinkering with a broken flashlight, “Hey so I don’t want to rush you or anything but a girl’s got some other things to take care of andddddd it doesn’t help that you’re staring holes into my back while also not buying anything.” You continue to move around in the corner you’re turned in, your tentacles with a mind of their own, reaching out and pulling random items toward you to inspect without you having to turn your back.

Sebastian steps forward and speaks after a period of inspecting the familiarity of your voice, “...I don’t think I ever got your name.” Your whole body freezes at the sound of his voice, the movement of items by your tentacles also frozen in mid air, this makes you turn toward him slowly, “What do you mean? Haven’t any of the more experienced Expendables told you who I am? I have a variety of different names like the Saboteur, Z-13, Lady Octopus which is a new one that’s kind of growing on me, and so many more!” You say in an overly exaggerated tone while also attempting a different accent to poorly conceal your voice.

“What about Y/N, is that one of them?” Sebastian can see you flinch slightly at the sound of your name but you try to recover from the shock by saying, “No, no it’s not, I’ve never heard of that name before…”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really!”

As if on cue Painter calls with a question, “Hey Y/N! I was wondering if you would be able to send one of those red remotes my way…” As he rambles on you can feel your cheeks flush at the sound of him saying your name and the shit-eating grin Sebastian gives you.

Before you let Painter keep going you stop him mid sentence, “Hey buddy uh could I call you back later? Now’s not a really good time.” You rub your forehead with a tentacle, “Oh yeah sure! I hope everything’s okay with you!”

As you turn your attention back to Sebastian you see that the cocky grin he had before was gone and replaced with a serious and curious expression.

“Y/N, is it really you? It’s got to be, no it has to be.”

“In the flesh baby, now are you going to pay with data or looks today, boy wonder? I don’t want to rush you or anything but you need to make your choice fast cause I got other customers to tend to.”

“What happened to you?”

“Isn’t it a little obvious? I’ve got tentacles for crying out loud! I’m literally like a real life Koro Sensei.” You do a little wavy dance with your tentacles, and without stopping you stretch one of them out to grasp a rubber ball sitting on your working desk, you get into position as if you were going to shoot a basket, and once you throw the ball it lands perfectly into an empty box, “Swish! And should I also add my massive size for example? If you haven’t noticed by now I’m way taller than Shaq, I would lowkey be a perfect addition on a basketball team not gonna li-”

“You know what I’ve meant, Y/N!” He doesn’t mean to snap at you but the words came tumbling out of his mouth faster than he can process them, he’s also a bit irritated at your nonchalant attitude toward his questions and the ordeal in general.

You scoff at his words and challenge him, “Huh, I don’t think I do actually, why don’t you spell it out for me. What did you mean?”

Your tone throws him back a little but he doesn’t back down, “What I meant was what exactly did they do to you? Despite how much you’ve changed physically, your personality has also changed as well. No offense”

“None taken.” You reassure him, you seriously didn’t think that you would have this conversation anytime soon or at all for that matter since you thought you were never going to see anyone that you knew from your past life ever again, including him for that matter.

It’s funny how life works you think to yourself, with your lower tentacles you form a ‘seat’ to sit on, a way for you to kinda get comfortable as you were getting ready to tell him what happened between you and Urbanshade, you sigh, “I never thought this day would come for me to finally put the real truth out there,” You take a breath before you continue, “Sebastian, do you remember that day you came to visit me and I told you that an organization also visited me and offered me the ‘opportunity of a lifetime’?”

He does remember that day as if it was yesterday, he also remembers how excited you were at the thought of getting your name cleared including freedom from serving your sentence. Since your time in prison he took note of that being the happiest he’s seen you since you were placed in there.

“What was the name again?”

“Urbanshade.”

His eyes widened at the familiar name, “No way...this has to be a dream…”

You give him a sorrowful look, “I honestly wish this were a dream. Let me guess they also offered you the same empty promise as well too, huh?” You take his silence as your answer and signal to keep speaking.

“But you can clearly see how accepting their opportunity turned out…and where it led me. The amount of pain and constant torture they put me through for their own sick personal gain feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.” The long tentacles on your head rub up and down your arms as if comforting you of the memories of what you went through.

“Those experiments broke me down to the point where I became unrecognizable to even my own self, I lost sight of who I was. The more experiments they did, the more I was able to do things a regular human wasn’t able to do like this for instance,” You stood to halfway, the ceiling preventing you from standing to your full height, you then start twisting your body in complex ways, even twisting your head all around to show off your flexibility. Then without missing a beat, you turn the lights off in your shop. Your hair starts to flow around you along with the tentacles attached to it, it flows like a river being pushed by a gentle wind as your entire body starts to glow. Sebastian was in awe of the sight.

Once you’ve settled down you begin to speak again. “That’s only part of what I can do. It’s also crazy to admit this but the more they continued to run tests on me, I started to become numb to the pain.” You continue to fill him in on more that has happened to you during your time there in the blacksite before he arrived, you even tell him how you found out that you were falsely accused for those murders, which made his blood boil because he always knew you were innocent.

“That’s why I’m doing things the way that I am now. I’ve been working alongside Painter for a while now, he’s like a little brother to me and I’m trying to do everything in my power to make sure that we both make it out of here alive and free. I know this might be a lot for you to process, but I just want you to really understand where I’m-”

“I’m in.” Sebastian says calmly, you scrunch your brows and lean in to make sure that you weren’t just hearing things, “What did you say?”

“I’m in. I’m 100% down with helping you escape from here, I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure that you’re free from this place. I want to give you a life worth living.”

Your face stays the same but then the look that you have breaks as you burst out into laughter at the idea of him helping you, you thought he was joking until you saw the serious and determined look he had on his face.

Your laughter stops as you give him a pointed look, “Tuh, Sebastian I’m one for living in a fantasy but what you said right there is just so unrealistic that it’s probably not possible for neither of us to achieve.”

“But it doesn’t hurt to try,” He stares confidently into your eyes.

“Sigh, I’ve come up with multiple plans to get me and Painter out of here but they all didn’t live up to the standard of actually achieving anything, and with the rate it’s all going down, we’re running out of time. But the current plan I have now is my most dangerous one yet, and adding you into the mix of it all doesn’t seem like a smart idea.” You look away for a moment with a frown.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle myself, but why do you think it isn’t a good idea, Y/N?” He presses.

“Tch! You’re still as stubborn as I can remember. Sebastian, it's because you might get hurt, and I don’t think I would ever forgive myself if I were to get you…” Your voice fades off in fear of even speaking the word that could potentially jinx both you or him, you wrap your tentacles tightly around yourself as you grit your teeth at the thought.

Sebastian’s silent for what feels like too long for him, given that he’s usually a chatterbox, so you shift your gaze to where he’s positioned in front of you. You take note of how his gaze softened, “you need to have faith and trust that we will make it out of here, and once the three of us do, I’ll purchase a house near a lakeshore or beach, wherever you want it to be, so you could also freely swim in the water whenever you want, and I’ll also get Painter his own room with a nice view of the outdoors, so he can paint whatever his little virtual heart wants,”

He pauses to listen to your joyful laughter, he smiles then takes a breath, “And once we do make it out of here…I want to properly ask you out, the right way, something that I was afraid to do all that time ago. I want to properly ask you to be my one and only girl meant to be mine forever, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N.”

This breaks you as you can feel the water works come, and the tears that threaten to spill over, finally stream down your face in big globs.

You try and cover your face to try not and embarrass yourself further but what places the cherry on top is when Sebastian lifts his hands up to gently remove your hands from your face to where you’re hunched over, he gently takes your hand in his own and places a litter of kisses on each hand while also rubbing heart-shaped patterns with his thumbs onto your hands, you become a blubbering mess at his gentleness.

You mutter words like “monster” and “hideous” or even “unworthy” all used to describe yourself, “*Hic* Why do you continue to treat me so sweetly when I’ve been turned into something bitter, a killing machine even?”

“Because right now, right in front of me, I don’t see a monster, I see a girl who’s kind,” He moves his hands to cup your cheeks and rub soothing circles on them, you lean in to his touch, “I see a girl who’s intelligent and also sassy,” He starts placing kisses on your forehead and eyelids, “a girl who’s ethereal and deserves a whole field of flowers,” He moves to place kisses on your nose and cheeks, “a girl who is caring and wears her heart on her sleeve, but hates for people to get close in fear of them getting hurt,” and finally his eyes shift toward your lips, “I see a girl who I would do anything for to fight and make sure that she is happy, and I’ll do anything in my power to make sure that I give you the world and life you deserve, you deserve it all Y/N.”

He stares lovingly into your eyes and without waiting for him to make another move you throw yourself into his arms as you kiss him passionately.

He kisses you back with the same amount of desperation and need, you both pull each other closer, your bodies curving against one another as if connecting like two puzzle pieces. In between kisses you both breathe out “I love you’s”, “I missed you’d”, and “I need you’s” not wanting to let the other go as you pull each other impossibly closer.

But sadly since you both needed Oxygen, you had to part ways and catch your breaths, you only pulled back slightly with your foreheads resting together looking into each other’s eyes with matching smiles as you giggled at the other’s desperation.

You’re the first to speak up, your voice breathless from the kiss and hoarse from all the crying, “Thank you Sebby, you really don’t understand how much I needed to hear all of that. After what felt like an eternity filled with constant torture and berating from Urbanshade with their experiments on me, I was not only staring to lose sight of who I was but also hope for even a decent future, and I would like to thank you for reminding me of who I am.” You smile sweetly at him.

His heart warms at the sight, “Just know that there’s more to come, I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you of how much you are loved even when those dark thoughts start to swirl in that beautiful head of yours.” Your cheeks warm at his words.

The thing about Sebastian Solace is that one major trait that people close to him always knew was that he always told a joke but never a lie. And you knew that when the subject came to you specifically during this moment, he meant every single word he said.

[ittiseinboo]

Hey there! I love the way you write Sebastian and I saw that your requests were open sooooo I figured why not. Heres a thought; how do you think Sebastian would treat an expendable who is exceptionally good at collecting data on a consistent basis? Im talked about being able to buy his whole stock every run with extra to spare, enough to even buy his files (Ie….2000-3000 data per run).

Hopefully this is a fun idea to explore! Obviously i’d love if this were romantic buuut I’d rather see where your imagination takes you. Make sure to take care of yourself and drink water! 💜

Cash Machine

Summary: How Sebastian would treat an Expendable who is good at collecting data.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Uhhhh I guess that reader is a little coo coo for Cocoa Puffs toward the end lol.

Tags: Sebastian Solace x reader, silly, romance, fluff, and most importantly CHA-CHINGGGGG!

A/N: Hey anon! This was a very fun request for me to dabble in, there were times where I had to stop and shake my head at the goofiness I was imagining all the different scenarios I could incorporate with this request, I wrote all this while listening to Cash Machine by D.R.A.M, hence is where the name of the title came from lol. Thank you for reminding me to take care of myself and to drink water, I ask for you to do the same as well!♥️ With that all being said, thanks again for the request and enjoy! :)

Two words: Cha Ching! 🤑💸

Every time you make your way through the vent all anyone can hear is the audible sound of a cash register opening with dollar signs flying all around.

I know this may be cliche to say that you are Sebastian’s favorite customer but it’s true!

Amongst the other Expendables you are known as the “Big Baller” out of all of them.

“Come on mannnn can’t you give us a discount?” One Expendable pleads.

“Nu-uh, no way José!”-Sebastian

“Please we’re really low on funds this time around!”-Another broke Expendable adds.

“Awww too bad, too sad, here I have this instead.” Sebastian starts handing out some job applications to the Expendables standing around him.

“Be so f-ing for real right now, what good is this gonna do for us???!”

Sebastian shrugs and tilts his head, “Wow you all are a really UNGRATEFUL bunch, sheesh at least I contributed something for your cause, what else would you guys have preferred I give you instead huh? Some dirt speckles to help you run faster from Pandemonium?”

“You could’ve at least spared us something a bit cheaper than the usual overpriced crap you got in here!”

Suddenly Sebastian freezes in his spot as his head lifts up to the ceiling his face holds a dazed expression and he slowly lifts one hand to cup around one of his fins and he places one finger up as if to shush the Expendables.

“Aht aht aht, QUIET! Do you guys hear that?” Sebastian whispers as he tries to tune more into the oncoming sounds within the vent.

The group of Expendables give each other a look then shift their bewildered gaze to Sebastian, “Are you high or something?”.

Cue you strolling in like a celebrity, hands on your hips with your head held high and strutting across the floor as if you were on a runway.

You continue making your way towards Sebastian, the group of Expendables still standing directly in front of him, confused as heck watching the scene unfold, then a loud high pitched scream is let out, a bit on the scratchy side but loud nonetheless, “AHHHHHHHHHHH MY CASH MACHINE IS HEREEEEEE!!!!!!!”

“Cash machine? Don’t you take data si-” 

Sebastian immediately moves to throw the group of Expendables out of the way, “OUT OF THE WAY BROKIES, MY MOST VALUABLE CUSTOMER IS HERE!!!” He yells as he lifts you up as if you were royalty.

With that being said you definitely get special treatment from him not only because you are a literal walking bank but because you also treat him with respect.

He tries so hard to offer you discounts but you always decline them and tell him  that you’re not in desperate need of them.

“Let’s see whatcha got here: 10 batteries, one flash beam, three medkits, two flashlights, my file…hmmmm I could offer you a 75% discount on all of this stuff.” He offers as he scans over all of the contents you’ve selected.

You just smile at him and say, “I'll pay for it all, full price.”

His eyes widened and he has to take his reading glasses off just to make sure he heard you right (this man is so dramatic), “Full price?! Are you insane? Take the discount! I mean seriously with the amount of stuff you have you’re gonna need it and plus you keep grabbing more shit so take the discount!” He’s damn near pleading with you, begging even.

You ignore his pleas as you sling your bag off of your shoulder, “...anyways how much do I owe you?” You grab a stack of data and take your finger to glide across it as if you were ruffling through bills of cash.

Sebastian clutches his imaginary pearled necklace at the sight, he damn near chokes at the large stack you have in your arms, and he assumes that you have a whole bunch of other forms of data in that tiny bag of yours with how nonchalant you’re being.

He gives you the price, $1500 data but with all of the stuff you grabbed you feel as though he still cut the total short afraid that it would take most of your supply away. As you move near his tail to grab all the items you need for your journey, he stops you just before you leave.

“Um how are you going to carry all of that, do you need another bag or something? Wouldn’t it slow you down?” He was worried and had so many questions and not enough answers.

You slowly turn your head to look over your shoulder and throw a charming smile his way with your eyes lidded slightly, “Don’t worry baby, I got this.” You say as you blow a kiss and send a wink his way.

You giggle at the slow blush forming on his face.

That’s another thing I’d like to bring up my fellow reader, you LOVE to get Sebastian flustered with only just your words and actions.

And since you get special treatment from him he never rushes you out of his shop once you buy something.

He doesn’t say it out loud but he honestly hates it when you have to leave and if it weren’t for the fact that Urbanshade continued to threaten to detonate your entire existence anytime you’d get off track from the mission, then he would be the happiest man alive to continue spending time with you.

As usual you were in his shop yet again for what marks it to be the fifth time of the day and you two were telling each other stories of your past lives above the surface, you both were having the time of your lives despite the circumstances involving being trapped in the blacksite at the moment.

A beat of silence passes between you two and Sebastian takes this moment to finally ask the question that’s been nagging him the longest, “So, Y/N, you never actually told me how you really get all of the data that you have. I was just curious is all”

You smile to yourself and spin around in your chair to face him, “Now Sebby, you know I can’t just give away my secrets that easy, that my darling comes with a price” 

He raises his eyebrows at your suggestion, “Price? And what may that be for this classified information, sweetheart?”

Your grin widens as you rise from your seat and make your way over to him, you grab both of his hands in your own and slowly swing your laced fingers back and forth, “Ya know I’ve damn near bought out your whole stock in your shop, but what I’ve never gotten from here was a date with you,” You press a few kisses to both of his hands and gaze into his eyes, “Let me take your fine ass out to dinner tonight, baby.”

In a matter of seconds Sebastian was hit with a flood of emotions, all positive, he was so flustered to the point you thought he was gonna pass out but at the same time he let out the loudest laugh along with a large genuine smile of his own, “You’re gonna be the death of me, ya know that?” He places both hands on your cheeks and rubs small circles on them as he gazes at you lovingly, “Where would we even have this date that you’re speaking of, doll?”

“Oh don’t you that pretty little head of yours, I already have it all planned out; During one of my latest runs, I had stumbled upon a banquet room, decked out with lots of decorations, it’s a shocking change of scenery compared to what we’re used to here. When I first saw this place I thought to myself: “Wow what a beautiful place to bring my oh so beautiful man!”

He chuckles and shakes his head at your antics, “Wow so you already had all this planned before I even agreed to it? What if I said no?” He challenges.

“Oh honey trust me you would’ve said yes regardless, even if I had to drag you by the tail you would’ve still came, now let’s hurry before the food gets cold.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he thinks to himself, food? Where did you even find food in this place? Don’t tell me-

You guessed it, chat! For your guys’ gourmet course you served up Dweller chunks served on a golden platter, which Sebastian gagged at, but to at least show his gratitude he picked at the “food”.

He was also surprised to see the group of Expendables he nicknamed the “Brokie Squad” be in the banquet room with you guys as well, all dressed in aprons along with suit and ties, Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you.

You only smile at him and continue eating your food.

“Uhhhh so do you want to tell me what’s going on here? Likeeee why are these guys here with us?”-Sebastian

You pause in your chewing and swallow your food before speaking, “Oh THEM, I actually forgot about them, ha ha ha ha! Oh they’re our servers for the night.” And with a snap of your fingers one of them came rushing with a pitcher of sparkling water in hand.

“U-uh w-would you like any refills to your drink s-s-sir?” The Expendable says shakily and Sebastian notices he has a busted lip and a black eye, he then shifts his gaze to the other Expendables in the room, who from what he observed, were all in the same state as his friend.

“Um no thanks my cup’s still pretty full.” Sebastian squints suspiciously as he takes a sip from his cup then turns to you, “Sooooo WHY are these guys our servers?”

You send a glare toward the group’s way that said “Say one word and you’ll face severe consequences” which made them all avert their gaze from where the two of you sat.

You sigh exasperatedly, “Huhhhh, I guess there’s no point in keeping it a secret anymore,” You swirl the sparkling water around in your cup that has now gone flat, “Have you ever wondered why these fools stopped coming to your shop, and WHY they were always so broke?”

Sebastian thinks for a moment but does realize that the shop’s been more quiet since it’s only been the two of you and that you were the only one purchasing things day after day with lots of data still left over, and not to mention had large amounts of supplies to carry but with no trouble in doing so. He looked back and forth between you and the Expendables and couldn’t wrap his head around the thought of you being the cause of their absence.

“Don’t tell me YOU have something to do with this?”

You smirk while turning toward the group and slightly jerking toward them making them all flinch a bit, “Guilty as charged!” 

Sebastian takes a moment then lets out the most hearty laugh you ever heard him do, you sigh dreamily and continue admiring him from across the table.

He calms down while lifting one of your hands to his lips and placing a kiss atop it, “You. my dear, are very clever.”

[ittiseinboo]

Hi, I hope you're okay. Are you still open to requests? And if so, are you too?

Could you do a Sebastian x Reader angst scene? Perhaps, tired of Sebastian's rejection and cruel treatment, they decide to give up on Sebastian and focus entirely on getting the crystal back. This comes after Sebastian broke them and said many cruel things to her, from not caring that he liked her to telling her she means nothing to him.

Torn In Pieces

Summary: After Sebastian’s rejection and cruel behavior towards you, you decided to reevaluate your goals in the blacksite.

 Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, angst AND more angst, mentions of death, Sebastian gets a bit aggressive.

Tags: Sebastian Solace x female! Reader, heartbreak, angst, betrayal.

A/N: Hey anon! Thank you for the request, and apologies for the ending being a bit rushed or even cringe, I didn’t want to drag out some of the material within this piece. I hope this is to your liking, enjoy! :)

Sebastian was someone who from the beginning you viewed as your ally and eventually your friend. When you two first met he was obviously hostile toward you during your interactions but it’s a given since he was like that with all of the Expendables to be frank.

Your guys’ friendship was one that didn’t happen over night but rather over time the more you came into his shop. You were an Expendable to be exact, but a local and valuable customer in his eyes, he enjoyed your company the more you stuck around and even gave you discounts as well as allowed you to get rest in his shop to replenish your energy after multiple run-ins with the entities around the blacksite.

Over time he eventually started to open up more to you and share his plans on escaping the blacksite with Painter also promising to get you out of there too as well, ensuring your safety and true freedom from Urbanshade and their sneaky affairs.

He was so convincing in his promises that it made you call off your individual search for the crystal and join forces with him and Painter, while staying out of Urbanshade’s radar. You would deceive the other Expendables into thinking that you were just like them; A lonely soul desperately fighting for their freedom, but in your case you were not helping them fight for their freedom but rather to their own demise. What looked like you leading them to perfectly good doors, rooms or even spaces was actually you leading them into traps eliminating them one by one, slowing down their progress towards their main goal.

The more time you spent around and with Sebastian the more your feelings grew for him, and honestly you didn’t know how to handle them. 

On days if you were away from Sebastian’s shop, you would stop by Painter’s room and doodle with him, but today he could tell that something was bothering you.

“So what have you been up to lately?”

“Oh nothing much, you know the same old routine I have any other day there’s not much you can change while being stuck here in the blacksite every single waking moment of your life it seems like. But enough about me, how’ve you been?”

He picks up on the dull tone in your voice, “Hey Y/N can I ask you something if you don’t mind?”

“Sure, go right ahead.”

“What’s on your mind? I can tell something's eating at you. It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it, I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for you, not just as another individual, but as your friend and I don’t want you to continue suffering in silence.”

You smile at his words, but it doesn’t reach your eyes as it usually does.

“Heh, wow was I really being that obvious? How could you tell?”

“Well for starters you’ve been retracing the same heart on your page and staring off into space for the past thirty minutes. Girl, you’re literally spaced out like an astronaut right now.”

“Touché.” Your grip on the pencil becomes tighter, which causes it to snap into two pieces, not before creating a split down the middle of your page where the heart was sketched.

You take a few shaky deep breaths, “I’ve been feeling a bit scared lately, terrified even.”

“Of what exactly?” Granted, that did seem like a dumb question given the circumstances of you guys being in the blacksite surrounded by disfigured and spooky-looking entities, but Painter knew that was the case for you, he knew how brave and fearless you were, and had seen you on the cams in action, dodging and hiding from entities 7 times your size. He knew that it had to be something else, far worse in your mind, that was too much for you to handle.

“I think…I think I have feelings for Sebastian. Wait, I don't think I have feelings for him…I KNOW I do. I know I’m in love with him and that’s what scares me the most.” You hug yourself tightly.

A small understanding smile forms on his face at his friend’s declaration of love, “What about that scares you? Shouldn’t that be a good thing right?”

“I’m just afraid that if I confess to him things between us would change for the worst especially to have him hate me or reject me because of it.” You try your best to keep down the suffocating sensation of a sob building up in your throat, but your emotions consume any willpower to do so, you let it out.

Painter gives you a couple minutes to regather yourself before speaking again, “I wish there was something more I can do to comfort you better besides talking or watching you cry, I really wish that I could be there next to you physically to give you a hug,” He pauses before continuing, “If it helps, I think you should just go for it and give it a shot, tell him how you feel.”

“But what if he doesn’t-”

“Enough with using the buts and what-ifs in a negative manner, have you even thought of the possibility that he might like you back? How would you even know if you never asked him?”

You let his words marinate in your mind, “Well when you put it like that, what do you think I should do next?”

“Well from this point, I think you should go and talk to him, if you continue to keep this to yourself then you’ll be left with the fantasy of what did or didn’t happen,” He smiles again but more to himself this time, “Plus I like the idea of you to coming together as one, to express your love in ways that’ll be able to repair the brokenness within you.”

You slowly stand up and make your way over to the table he is placed upon, you then wrap your arms around his monitor and close your eyes, “You always know the right thing to say even when I can’t form the words to say it myself, if that makes sense?” Painter’s express mirrors your own soft and gleeful smile, “Heh I get what you’re trying to say, I’m always happy to help you my friend.”

Before you leave his room to head to Sebastian’s shop you flip to a clean page in your notebook and write a handwritten letter to the man that contained a majority of the things you admired about him, you spilled your whole soul into that letter.

“I’ll catch you later, Painter. I'll let you know how it all turns out .”

“Good luck!”

What the two of you didn’t know was that Sebastian heard the entire conversation, word for word, bar for bar, on the other end of the communication line that Painter forgot to mute.

You make your way through the vent, with the letter held gently in your hands. As you enter you’re through off by the darkness of the shop, you assume two things; He was either sleeping or he was out on a run for supplies, which you found to be odd because he would usually tell you or Painter of his whereabouts and what he was up to. But you came to notice a dim light flicker in the dark.

“Sebastian?” You call out hoping to get some sort of a response to see if he was in there.

You hear a distant and cold hum in response and locate the flickering light source to be the bulb on his head, so he is here you think to yourself. “ Can’t you see I’m busy working?”

“Working in the dark?”

He scoffs, “What exactly are you here for anyway?” He already knows what you’re here for but instead he tries to play it off to see what you were really going to say now that you were in his shop.

“I’m here to see you of course, I’ve got something to tell you….something that you may or may not want to hear…something that took a small pep talk and a lots of courage to bring myself to do.” You have a gentle smile as you fiddle with the corners of the letter that you shaped into a heart.

“Speaking isn’t really gonna do me much justice right now because I want to prevent myself from getting too emotional and also no words can really describe how deep my feelings run for you. That’s why I also wrote this letter in hopes of getting some of the thoughts out that I have of you.” He fully turns on the light and his expression is unreadable as he reaches to grab the letter out of your hand, he examines the heart-shaped letter then a few seconds later he rips it in half, it resembled that of a broken heart which he let fall to your feet.

“W-w-why did you do that?! What is wrong with you? Did you even read it?!” You say flabbergasted.

He finally looks directly at you, his expression went from being unreadable to one which said “I hate your entire existence”

He lets out a bitter laugh, “From the very first day that we met, I knew that I’d hurt you eventually. Guess this should be a lesson in not trusting just anyone, am I right?”

“Seb what the hell are you talking about?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you? I’m a terrible person, a monster even, we were never fucking friends, all I know how to do is hurt people and yet you still went ahead like a dumbass and believed I cared about you. When were you going to realize that I was only using you this whole time?” He sneered at you, “Did you really think that I was going to love you back even though you were just a pawn in my plan.?”

All of your previous fears and worries you’ve felt before coming here completely vanished and went straight out the door.

“You wanna know something funny? I’ve gotten my heart broken so many times but never like this. No one has ever broken my heart like this before and I didn’t think you’d be the one to do it.”

“Maybe it was a good thing that I talked some sense into you then, to keep you from staying in la la land. It’s not like I even cared about you anyways” He makes lazy gestures with his hand.

“So tell me this though, was any moment of our time together real for you? Please help me understand what led up to things getting to this point? I thought we were friends, Seb.”

He looks away with a shrug, “Haven’t you ever heard the saying keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Why do you think I would ever befriend someone who is working for a side that’s fighting their hardest to prevent me from being free?”

“Look me in my eyes and tell me all of that isn’t true.” You firmly stand in place, not making any move to leave, you honestly have a hard time believing that all of what he’s said so far is the truth. It just feels too sudden and out of character for him, all those times he laughed and joked with you, the gentle side he showed you, all the promises he made to you, and yet he claims all of that wasn’t real. You need a real answer from him.

His head turns toward you slowly and his eyes grow dark, “I don’t see a future with you, I never have and I never will. None of it was real and I never wished for it to be real. I wouldn’t even care if Urbanshade decided to detonate you right in front of me, I wouldn’t even shed a single tear for you. I hate everything about you. Get out of my sight!”

“I was ready to give you my heart but you took it and ripped it into pieces. From now on I’ll do everything in my power to prevent you from seeing the light of day above the surface, from now on I want to continue seeing to suffer down here with no way out of leaving this prison. You’re dead to me.”

Without letting him get another word in you make your way towards the exit to start back on your journey toward achieving the crystal, as you make your way into the hallway you notify Urbanshade on Sebastian’s location.

“I have coordinates on the whereabouts on Mr. Z-13 himself, The Saboteur. Make sure you send additional units to this location…”

[ittiseinboo]

Hey there! 😄 I'm checking out your profile for the first time and already itching to make an art request! Could you create a headcanon for Sebastian Solace x female reader? Picture this: it's obvious they have feelings for each other, but they're both way too stubborn—like a jammed door that refuses to budge. They argue like cats and dogs, each one fiercely defending their point of view. But once the dust settles, they always end up back together, acting like nothing ever happened. :3 I bet Painter would find this whole dynamic hilarious, hehe.

Stubborn Like a Jammed Door

Summary: You and Sebastian have feelings for each other but are too prideful to admit it, there is never a dull moment between you two as you bicker like there’s no tomorrow.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of a knife, death, Painter’s turrets, reader hitting Sebastian

Tags: Sebastian Solace x female! Reader, fluff, romance, Silly, pinning, frenemies(?) to lovers, stubborn fools in love

A/N: Hey anon! Thank you so much for the request, I had a lot of fun with making this piece and honestly I think Painter would approve of this one too. I hope you enjoy this one! :)

Even though you and Sebastian try your hardest to convince yourselves how much you despise each other, y’all still just can’t seem to get the other off your mind.

You both argue constantly over everything and nothing at the same time.

Whenever you two would get into your typical daily banter, Painter always mentions how you and Sebastian look like children fighting over a toy.

When it comes to the both of you making decisions, you never reach a mutual agreement with one another, it always ends in insults being thrown every which way.

You both go on supply runs together despite how much you claim to be annoyed by the other.

You enter a side room and look through the drawers, the dim lights on the ceiling close to falling, but that is no concern to you as you start shouting like you won the lottery.

“AHHHHHHHH YESSSS YESSSS YASSSSS BITC-”

Sebastian just a few steps away from the door looting the bodies of Expendables, whips his head so fast toward your screeching, he damn near got whiplash, “Girl if you don’t shut the hell up screaming like Pinkie! What are you being so loud for anyway? You’re acting like you got snatched up by a wall dweller or something.”

“Rude. But I’m glad you asked.” You hold up the source that caused your sudden excited outburst…a single battery. Sebastian’s eyes dart back and forth between the goofy look on your face and the battery you're holding in your hand. 

Sebastian scrunches his face in disbelief, “...let me move my bang to the side to make sure I’m seeing things correctly…I know damn well you did not just screech your lungs out for a single…battery.” 

You still hold the same pose and big grin on your face, Sebastian says nothing else further while shaking his head in disappointment not before lifting his tail and slamming it down into a puddle of water that is conveniently in front of the door, and the water lands on you like you were at a waterpark.

“Bullseye!” 

“Hey you did that on purpose asshole! Why I oughta come over there aAAAAAAAAAHHHH- SEBASTIAN HEL- ACK!” 

“Again with the yelling,do you ever shut your trap?! It’s just water, stop acting like you’ve never gotten wet before, you need a bath anyway!” Sebastian, still unaware of the action going on inside of the room, silence follows soon after.

“Sigh, finally some peace and quiet, I could definitely get used to this. Hey, what's taking you so long in there anyway?” He starts to grow concerned and turns toward the door and finally decides to make a move when he hears a banging noise of a locker.

He moves into the room and sees you in a locker in the grasp of a void-mass, although he can’t hear what you’re saying since your mouth is held closed, he watches you move your head frantically signalling for him to help you.

“You know the way you keep moving your head around makes you look like a Muppet, I just thought I should let you know before I get you out of here.” You glare at him and kick around harder.

He finally yanks you out of the void-mass’s grasp and slams the locker closed, he still holds you in his arms.

“That took you long enough, grandpa! If you ever say that shit to me again, I will not hesitate to whoop your ass!” You try to be intimidating which only makes him laugh and drop you in the process.

“You, beat my ass? Girl please, you know I’d win.”

Every day after you two are finished with your daily runs around the facility or have closed up the shop for the day, you both make it a point to go and hangout with Painter.

Painter ships you guys SO BAD!

I feel like he secretly has a notes app where he lowkey writes his own fanfiction of you two, he’s even came up with a whole ship name and everything.

This might be a bit out of character but I like to think that Painter sort of “befriended” a select few Expendables because of the obvious pining between the two of you.

An Expendable walks through the door to Painter’s room, she’s one that he’s recognized from a couple doors back, he fixes his mouth to make a snarky comment about her still being alive and not gunned down by his turrets.

She beats him to the punch by holding her hand up to silence him, “Before you start talking smack, please give me a second to get over this headache, sigh, dumb and dumber kept arguing a couple doors down, nonstop!” She holds her head in her other hand and leans against the fence.

“Dumb and dumber? Who are you referring to anyway? Your teammates?”Painter asks, confused with his sketched brows furrowed.

“You know who! The giant fish man and his girlfriend at the shop. Those two are so annoying, they argue constantly in front of all the Expendables like an old married couple, can’t even shop in peace!” Painter’s eyes widened but then a grin forms on his face as he finally realizes that he isn’t the only one that sees their bickering as them hating one another but rather their love for each other.

“W-wait you’re talking about Sebastian and Y/N right?”

“If that’s their names then yeah I guess so.”

“Would you be willing to tell me more in detail about what went down in the shop? I’m actually writing a couple of works pertaining to them, and I want to add every single detail of their interactions to my stories. You could read some of them if you’d like.”

“Sure that sounds good, but let’s make a deal; If I give you this information, you have to promise that you won’t shoot me with your turrets AND not trick me with fake doors, you in?”

“Deal, now spill the tea.”

The Expendable laughs at his enthusiasm and pulls out a wall dweller chuck to snack on as she’s giving him the details, “These two idiots were so busy bickering amongst each other that I and many others could’ve lowkey stolen something in there. Now that I think back on it, that's what I should’ve done, stuck a couple of batteries in my pocket…it’s not like they would’ve noticed anyways.”

Painter has created a whole mini fandom of his own based off of the two of you, with only a few of the Expendables aware of his writing.

He never told the two of you and he doesn’t plan to anytime soon because he knows that you will both shut that shit down so quick.

As the two of you are chilling in his room one day you both exhausted yourselves with arguing over something as dumb as if cereal was a soup or salad.

This argument lasted for TWO WHOLE HOURS!

The whole time though this was entertainment for Painter, he even sketched himself a bucket of popcorn and a soda to have as he watched the soap opera unfold.

“YOU DUMBASS WHY WOULD CEREAL BE A SALAD???”- You

“BECAUSE IT IS??!!! WHY WOULD IT BE A SOUP?!” - Sebastian

“BECAUSE IT HAS A LIQUID! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO HAVE SOGGY TOPPINGS ON IMAGINARY LETTUCE?!”- You

“...I bet you think water’s wet too dontcha?....”-Sebastian

Painter is confused on how it happened but you two ended up falling asleep together, you were wrapped in Sebastian’s arms with your head on his chest and his cheek nuzzling against your head, Painter’s digital heart swells at the sight.

He ends up sketching a picture of you guys in this position and teases you guys with the photo once y’all do wake up, you threaten to punch Painter in his face(or monitor???) and Sebastian threatens to rip your heart out if you do (Get the reference? >:) ).

As you two were saying your goodbyes to your friend you both left the room together to make your way back to the shop.

You both make your way into the darkened hallway and out of nowhere you end up tripping on what you thought were cords but couldn’t make it out with the lack of lighting in the hallway.

As you tripped Sebastian tries his best to catch you but he ends up falling too in the process and next thing you know, you’re both tied up in a net that is slowly being raised suspiciously to the ceiling.

You start flailing your arms around as you try to escape the net especially since the space is cramped with you and Sebastian being squished together.

“Quit moving all around, we already don’t have enough room in here as it is!” Sebastian says irritatedly.

You stop your movements for a split second, until you suddenly decide to start attacking him, “I blame you for getting us into this mess!”

“ME?! WHO WAS THE CLUMSY ONE THAT TRIPPED AND DRAGGED US BOTH DOWN TO THE GROUND????!” 

As you continued to move around you ended up straddled on top of him with one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping his scarf with his hands on your hips, “At least take me to dinner first!” Sebastian says, and he regrets not keeping his mouthing shut cause you ended up slapping his face all around.

“ACK! Quit it!!!” Sebastian calls out.

Painter’s face appears on a screen by a door nearby and he couldn’t help the smirk forming on his face at the compromising position the two of you were in, “Have I picked a bad time? I could come back later if you like” He teases.

The two of you glance at each other and observe the position you are both in, you both quickly become flustered but make no attempts to move, “I-its not what it looks like-” You attempt to say.

“Yeah sureeee, welp sorry guys I can’t be much help since I have no hands or body for that matter, soooo I'll leave you guys to it, bye!” 

You both groan in frustration, not noticing the presence of an Expendable hiding around the corner. It’s the same one who made the exchange with Painter she smirks and then whispers into a walkie talkie, “Painter you’re a genius! The plan worked! Sigh, I can just hear those discounts calling my name.” She says dreamily with a pocket knife in her other hand.

Painter responds on the other end, “Excellent! Just don’t rush to cut them down yet, okay? Let’s let them suffer a bit longer, maybe they’ll end up confessing.”

Painter lives for the drama.

You both eventually decide to give up and just snuggle against one another with no words spoken, but hearts beating as one.

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Hi everyone these are just a couple of major rules that I wanted to be direct about when it comes to requesting:

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"I hate you...I love you" Pt. 2

Summary: This is a continuation to part 1 of “I hate you…I love you”.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Fighting, Sebastian using his gun, mentions of a knife, injury

Tags: Sebastian Solace x reader, angst, romance, enemies to lovers

A/N: I want to thank you again anon for this request, as you can see I got so into it that I had to make a part two lol. I hope this is just as decent as the first one. Enjoy!

Fast forward to after Sebastian’s rebellion against Urbanshade, you two have created an alliance with one another.

With Urbanshade now viewing the both of you as fugitives, you two have decided to come up with a plan of your own to get revenge on the corporation; This plan being Sebastian releasing all of the entities throughout the facility to make it difficult for the Expendables to obtain the crystal.

While you were upset at the fact that he didn’t tell you that releasing the monsters was a part of the plan, he left no room for argument as you tried to reason with him on it not being a good idea.

“Sebastian, in my opinion I don’t even think that this is a good idea, I feel that you should’ve thought this plan out more.”

“Well lucky for you, I never asked for your opinion let alone your feelings for that matter about this plan, do me a favor and sit out for this one.”

“B-but we’re supposed to be a TEAM. You should’ve at least confided in me first before you made this as your final decision.”

“Listen here, kid. I never once stated that we were a team, so I don’t know where you got that idea from but you need to get rid of it IMMEDIATELY. I don’t need you or anyone else for that matter to tell me what to do, I give the orders, I run this place now! Do you understand?”

“Of course…you’re right…I’ll just let you handle things and stay out of your way.”

He took this as a sign that his message got across directly to you and that you finally were taking the hint.

“Good, I’m glad we’ve come to a mutual agreement. Now let’s go.”

Although he thought that this would be the end of you pestering him, what he didn’t realize was the fact that there was a storm brewing inside of you stemming from multiple things but the two major ones being Urbanshade and him.

 You were closer to reaching your breaking point on letting everyone treat you like a door mat and you knew that it wouldn’t be the end of this conversation, it was only the beginning.

You came up with the idea of being an ally to the Expendables but Sebastian turns around and decides to put his own twist on it by being what he considered a ‘wild card’.

“Check this out; How about instead of helping the Lunchables, we ‘help’ them instead. Ya catch my drift?” He uses air quotes around the repeated word of help.

“What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

His smirk drops just as fast as his hands did on both sides of him, “I should’ve known you obviously wouldn’t understand, you’re not really the sharpest tool in the shed. Sigh, since you’re soooooo dense and need a flipping hint: We PRETEND to be their allies.”

You frown at this statement but before you can detest it, he’s already got Painter on speed dial and discusses the plan with him, you think it’s honestly sad with how quickly he gets on board with it and agrees to the plan.

“Don’t you think that’s wrong though to hurt others who are just trying to earn their chance at freedom from being wrongfully imprisoned? We’ve already suffered enough as it is being here, and you want us to cause more of it including pain?”

“What can I say, sweetheart, it’s our freedom or theirs. Do you think Urbanshade even gives a damn about what happens to these pawns? Let alone us? I don’t want to earn my freedom, I want to take it back by force by any means necessary.”

So from this point, it was agreed that you two would create a shop where the Expendables can come and get the resources that they needed to ‘help’ them on the journey to obtain the crystal.

The more you two worked together, the more you grew a bit closer, and arguments became more playful.

You both have created a system that allowed you two to coexist equally in a sense that didn’t cause you to overstep each other's boundaries.

It also made you become more thick in your skin and shoot back your own sarcastic remarks toward Sebastian, in which he was a little surprised to see you do compared to your usual cheerful personality, but that didn’t make him back off with his own remarks.

In your guys’ shop, you were viewed as the clerk that was easy to get along with, very helpful, cheerful, and provided great discounts on the items for the Expendables. You also knew how to repair broken items and even sew or patch up their diving gear, which was a triple bonus on your part.

Sebastian on the other hand finds the whole thing amusing, how they all swarm around you like pests trying to keep your attention on them.

One day the sales were going smooth as usual, it was a pretty slow day but still good nonetheless. A group of 8 Expendables all walk in one by one through the vent, they all scatter throughout the shop looking at various items or talking to you or Sebastian.

One Expendable, who you consider a local, walks up to you and starts a conversation.

Sebastian stops his spiel to the Expendables who are surrounding him and glances over at you and the person talking to you. He starts ear hustling and gathers bits and pieces of your conversation. He can hear your laughter from where he’s standing. By now he can distinguish the difference between your laughter being genuine and when it isn’t, to the point where you’re giving signals that you are in fact uncomfortable.

As the interaction continues, he notices the Expendable getting too close for your comfort and to his liking, he notices you reaching behind your back for something as you also try to maintain that kind smile of yours.

What finally sets him off is when the Expendable tries reaching his hand toward your face to grab it, this sets Sebastian off. 

He moves fast and reaches for the gun in its holster, he sets off two bullets, one that grazes the hand getting near you and the other grazing his nose. A majority of the Expendables ducked down to be out of his line of fire and booked it toward the vent, forgetting their main objective of stocking up on supplies.

“Back the fuck away now!!”

The Expendable screams in pain and backs away from you immediately, “What the hell man, what was that for?”

“Leave my shop.”

“W-w-what? I need a medkit now since you’ve injured me.”

Sebastian fires off another warning shot, “Don’t make me have to repeat myself.” With that the Expendable limps their way to exit the vent, pockets empty with no supplies.

Sebastian places his gun back into his holster and lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes, not even a second later he feels a sharp pain in his tail, he winces and opens his eyes to inspect the source: You are standing on the side of him stomping on his tail repeatedly.

“Hey, watch it! Quit doing that! WHY the hell are you doing that, you devious gremlin?”

“No! I’m not stopping until you explain WHY you decided to scare our customers away!” You continue on with your attack on his tail.

Not wanting to continue to get his tail flattened by your boots, he picks you up by one arm and brings you to his eye level.

“I don’t owe you any explanation!”

“Yes. you. DO!” You kick him square in the chest and is released from his grasp

“OUCH! Fine, if it gets you to stop fighting me THEN I’ll tell you.” You stop kicking him and motion for him to continue talking.

“Go on, the floor’s yours.”

“Okay, look if I’m being honest I didn’t enjoy the way that Lunchable was approaching you, they were literally trying to get under my skin and-”

You cut him off with your laughter. He finally had started to open up somewhat to you and what confuses him even more was the fact that you laughed. “Is something funny to you?”

“Yeah, you. I’m sorry I don’t mean to laugh or anything, actually that’s a lie, what I find funny is the simple fact you would always remind me time and time again on how much you hate me, but the minute an Expendable walks in and attempts to lay some moves on me, you decide you want to get mad, what’s that all about? Are you jealous or something?” You step closer.

“Who said anything about being mad, let alone jealous? That person was literally about to attempt to get handsy with you, I couldn’t just stand by and watch you potentially get hurt by them! What’s wrong with me trying to help?!” He moves closer and leans down to become eye level with you.

“Help? You thought that you were helping?”Your voice grows louder, “I don’t think helping is something that you are even capable of doing, all you ever do is make things harder not only for me but for yourself as well. Furthermore I had the situation under control-”

“Under control? What were you even planning to do when that dumbass Lunchable would've laid a move on you, huh? Tell me! Cause it seems to me that you weren’t moving fast enough!”

“I was actually reaching behind my back for my pocket knife, dumbass! I didn’t need your help either way. It seems like you’re pretending to be concerned when in reality you actually seem jealous! Jealous AND bitter!”

“What, is it such a problem for me to care for and about you???”

“Care about me?....Why do you care now? You never cared about me before! What changed? I have so many questions but you aren’t giving me any answers. Sebastian, I’m trying my best to understand you, I really am, but you’re making it so hard to figure out, it’s to the point where I hate you now. I hate you Sebastian, I really do!!” Tears are streaming down you face now, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry ever again, but in this moment you couldn’t control the dam from breaking.

You’re met with silence for a couple of beats and then out of nowhere you feel the lightest touch against both sides of your cheeks, the feeling almost barely there, Sebastian’s hands gently stroking your cheeks to remove the tears that try to escape your eyes. You lift your head and look into his face trying to read his expression but find that it is unreadable, but what you do see is the muscles in his face relax, giving him a calm expression compared to the common frown or smirk you see him wear daily.

He tilts his head to continue to look all around your face, you feel your cheeks heat up under his stare, to you it felt like he was staring straight into your soul, analyzing every detail that made you into who you are. Sebastian breaks the silence.

“...I’m in love with you.” The declaration was soft, barely above a whisper.

Before you can say anything he repeats it again, louder this time as he brings you closer, “I love you.” This time more confident.

From this you make the first move and bring yours and his lips together, connecting like a completed puzzle piece, you two continue the kiss filled with passion and the unspoken words between you two; “I hate you” “You don’t mean that” “I love you” “I need you”.

If you two didn’t have to stop for air you would have kept going, after catching your breaths, you both rest your foreheads together.

“I love you too, Sebastian.” “I know”.

As your both are leaning in for another round, you’re interrupted with an exaggerated cough, you both turn your heads to see one Expendable standing awkwardly to the side, you recognize him from being in the group of 8 earlier, he must’ve stayed behind to continue to shop.

“Uhmm, congratulations on making up? I really am in need of a medkit right now but I am short on data but I wanted to know if this would be a bad time to ask for a discount?” He looks around the shop at anything else to take his eyes off of you and Sebastian holding each other close.

“Yes.” You both say in unison, then Sebastian speaks up, “Sorry the shops close, now if you’ll excuse us we have some other matters to tend to.” The Expendable walks sadly toward the vent.

You feel Sebastian pull you closer and turn back to you, “Sooooo, where were we?”

[ittiseinboo]

Hey! How are you? I was wondering if I could make a request for Pressure Roblox.

Would you be able to write a Sebastian Solace x Reader scenario (gender-neutral), where the reader is the complete opposite of Sebastian in terms of personality, and their relationship follows an enemies-to-lovers dynamic? I think that idea would be super fun! XD

“I hate you…I love you” Pt. 1

Summary: General drabbles for the dynamics between you and Sebastian

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mentions of scars, Sebastian gets a bit violent, bullying

Tags: Sebastion Solace x reader, angst, romance, enemies to lovers, and some goofy moments

A/N: Hi anon! I am doing fantastic and hope you are doing well. I also hope that you enjoy this piece that I made for you, I absolutely had so much fun working on your request to the point where I had written a lot for it. I am planning to split your request into two parts so that it won’t just all be crammed into one piece, but I will do the same original concept you asked for. It should also get out to you quicker than this one, enjoy!

Sebastian as we know him is a very sly, cunning character, extremely sarcastic and what not but despite him being considered an “ally” to the Expendables, but to tell you the truth he couldn’t care- let me rephrase that and say it louder for the people in the back…HE DOESN’T CARE for any of them, AT ALL!

He refers to the Expendables as Lunchables and you can probably guess why he calls them as such, BECAUSE THEY ARE LEGIT LUNCH FOR THE OTHER ENTITIES IN THE FACILITY.

This man does not care, sometimes when he isn’t in the mood to deal with the Expendables, he’ll just barricade the opening of the vent in his shop and listens to them get chased or killed by the monsters in the area, he gets a weird thrill out of it. 

This man is really petty when he’s annoyed or over something.

This leads into your character in which he despises.

You weren’t anything special to Urbanshade, you weren’t a scientist or a professional diver or even a coordinator for that matter. You were just an errand person, no one bothered to even learn your name, the things that you liked or what you were good at, nothing! 

You were assigned with delivering documents and other necessities to and from each room of the facility, bossed around like you were a nobody which you were in this case because everyone in Urbanshade including Sebastian made sure to make you feel as such, to make you KNOW that you were a nobody.

The difference between the two of you is obviously like the cliche “Sun vs. Moon” type of relationship, “Water vs. fire”, you know the drill. 

The thing with Sebastian is that with all the trauma he went through while being experimented on by Urbanshade, it changed his entire being completely, not only did he harden himself, but he also hardened his heart from any types of affection or kindness being sent his way, which was rare because it almost never happened.

That is until you were randomly assigned to bring meals to Sebastian.

Sebastian was fresh out of yet another long and exhausting experimental trial, he had fresh scars littering over his body. The research team forced him back into his cramped capsule tube that was considered a “home” to house him in despite his large size.

As he’s floating in his tube with his head downward staring into nothing, he hears three soft knocks on the glass of the tube, he doesn’t attempt to lift his head to see who’s disturbing him.

Tap, tap, tap!

The knocks come again still as soft as ever as if not wanting to awake someone who is resting.

Not even a few seconds later, the knocks come quicker but still soft as if it was a nagging fly that kept landing on a person who was trying to swat it away. This time Sebastian lifts his head sharply and snarls at the person.

His eyes land on you and despite the menacing look or aura he’s trying to give off to scare you away, you lift your eyes up to maintain eye contact with them and give him the sweetest smile, and in that moment he couldn’t tell if you were being genuine or fake like some of the other scientists trying to poke and prod at him.

“Hi Sebastian! My name’s Y/N and I’ll be in charge of feeding you.”

Sebastian scoffs and gives you the dirtiest eye roll and turns away from you, “Heh, why don’t you do me a favor; Take that slop and shove it up your ass!”

You obviously know that he’s trying to provoke you and get you to bark back but instead of letting him get under your skin, you maintain the same smile and stand your ground, not leaving until you finish your task and at least get him to open up to you.

“I understand that you’re having a bad day-”

“Wow, great thinking Einstein! I would give you a gold star but that’s only if you knew that each and EVERY day here with Urbanshade is a bad day. Study your homework better, kid.”

You have to control the bubble of irritation forming in the pit of your stomach, so before you repeat yourself you stop and take a couple of breaths.

“Like I said, I understand that you’re having a bad day, but you need to eat something, depriving your body of the nutrients it needs to keep going is not a good thing to do, show yourself some love ya know?”

That set something off inside of him because what you thought was him cooperating and loosening up to you in the next moment, he was planning something devious that would rock your core.

As you press the button to lift the giant lid off of the tube to allow Sebastian to stretch a bit and grab the bucket of food, he finally turns around and faces you.

He plucks the bucket out of your hands with an odd gentleness compared to the hostility earlier, and lifts it to his eye level to examine the contents.

“Hmmm show myself some love? Not a bad idea. How about I do this by having you eat this crap instead of me!”

You squint your eyes in confusion and open your mouth to speak, which was the worst decision you could have made, before you could even process what he was saying, he quickly chucks the bucket toward your face and since your mouth was open, some of the contents flew in.

He cackles heavily at the sight of you choking and gagging on the mysterious goop, then he sighs gleefully, “Wow I do love myself even more now.”

It’s safe to say that from that day forward you learned why he didn’t want to eat that shit.

With that stunt that he pulled on the day you two first met, that didn’t stop you from treating him with the same kindness you did before, it just made you take it up a notch and in his mind he felt like you were doing wayyyy too much and still not getting the hint  that he didn’t like you.

The interactions between you two continued to be the same each day you came to feed him; Him throwing a sarcastic or disrespectful quip your way and you responding with a smile or compliment. In the end it always led to him yeeting his ‘food’ at you, which was kind of beneficial for you because it taught you how to dodge better.

The next time you came to feed him you decided to surprise him with something more edible.

He’s recognized the sound of your footsteps so before you could even do your usual knock on the glass, he usually has a smartass comment waiting to throw your way, but this time before he can say anything, his fins pick up an additional noise, the sound of bags crinkling which causes him to whip his head around.

“Hi Seb! I-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Noted. Hi Sebastian! How are you today? You’re probably wondering what I have with me right now, but I decided that instead of forcing you to eat that slop that they usually prepare for you, I should do something different instead- Well I actually had to sneak to do this but I-”

You shut up fast to stare in shock at the speed this man exuded while snatching the bag, he observed the contents within the thin plastic bag and found: Two bags of Doritos, a pack of Sour Patch Kids, two Twinkies, a granola bar and a Sprite.

Before you can ask if he needed help with opening anything, this man wastes no time in guzzling the snacks within the bag which he ate in like 50 seconds tops! Once he got to the Sprite, he had trouble opening the top because of the size of his hands (get a load of this guy!) so he stabbed a hole in the bottle to consume the drink.

Despite how chaotic the scene was you couldn’t help but smile and giggle at his eagerness, even though he didn’t admit feeling grateful for your actions you surely could tell he was happy by the way his tail slapped heavily on the glass, it resembled a dog wagging its tail excitedly.

After he was finished with everything he wiped the crumbs off of his face and crumbled his trash into one big ball, not before letting out the loudest belch in existence. He stared at the deformed ball for a minute and bounced it in his hand before chucking it directly at your forehead.

“Score! Why don’t you make yourself useful and take out the trash for me, okay sweetheart?”

You just shook your head then made your way over to the garbage can to dispose of his trash.

Once things started heating up with Urbanshade on the subject of the crystal, tensions started to rise amongst the employees and if they weren’t treating you as bad as they were already, well they were treating you much worse even more now.

After being around Sebastian a lot,you think he’s starting to warm up to you just a teeny tiny bit (keep being delusional fam I’m rooting for you). Instead of him being overly hostile or aggressive towards you, he just bullies you for not standing up for yourself to the other employees or when you’re talking his fins off he either ignores you or responds with backhanded statements.

Progress is progress, my friend!

One day as you're doing your usual routine with Sebastian, a scientist in a white jacket comes up to you and decides to cause trouble.

“Hey newbie! What the hell are you doing slacking on the job? I told you about half an hour ago to go deliver those Angler documents to room 092, what do you call yourself doing right now, huh?” They start to all up in your personal space and jab their finger into your chest.

“I-I was planning on getting those documents delivered right after I take care of Sebastian first, you have to understand that he is also a top priori-” The scientist slams their hand onto the glass capsule holding Sebastian.

“I want those fucking documents delivered right… fucking… NOW!” They snarl in your face.

Since the top of the capsule is open, Sebastian is able to move fast and snatch that scientist off the ground, his eyes become beady as he speaks, “Listen here dipshit, I got two things for ya, and I want you to listen to me loud and listen to me clearly; Whenever I’m around, I don’t want you or ANY of those other bastards to raise your voice or even raise a finger to my friend here, do you understand what the hell I’m saying,” The scientist nods their head frantically, wanting to escape his grasp.

“For the next thing; If you want something done. Do it yourself, quite depending on Y/N to do it for you, that’s too much pressure to put on a person. So why don’t you do me a favor and go ahead and shove those documents up your ass!” He takes the scientist and throws them across the room, they roll and groan in pain, but that doesn’t matter to him, his top priority is you.

After getting himself settled down from being riled up over the whole situation, he finally looks down to where you’re at and he sees your tear-filled gaze but your smile was that of thankfulness.

“Are you seriously crying, Y/N? You’re so sensitive, damn. Just because I stood up for you don’t go thinking it means something deeper than what it is. I just wish you would stand up for yourself more, quit letting people walk over you! And quit being such a crybaby!”

You laugh a bit at his antics and place one hand on the capsule as you gaze up at him, “Thank you Sebastian.”

“What are you thanking me for? I did what you should’ve done way before this even happened. Stop letting people mistake your kindness as your weakness.” He tries to make his expression annoyed but you can see the faint outline of a blush forming on his cheeks.

What Sebastian didn’t realize was that you weren’t only crying because of the chaos that occurred a couple of minutes ago, but because of the fact that he stood up for you and not only said your name once, but twice.

[ittiseinboo]

Hi! Do you happen to take headcanon requests for Sebastian Solace?

Absolutely! I am in my Pressure phase right now lol. Just send me your requests and I'll definitely get right to it!😎

[ittiseinboo]

HEADCANONS/DRABBLES

Summary: Just a couple of general headcanons and drabbles for our favorite fish man.

Word count: 1.7k

No warnings

Tags: Sebastian Solace x reader, fluff, a pinch of angst, lightheartedness, romance, goofiness, and so on and so forth.

A/N: I plan to write more fics and stuff, including a proper introduction and rules for requesting. I honestly find writing therapeutic. I tried to cook a bit here, but I might've caught the utensils on fire...how did I do that? I don't know! Anyway, enjoy!

As we all know by now, this man hardly ever sleeps and on the rare occasion that he does…well let’s just say it could go one or two ways.

With you, he sleeps like a grizzly bear in hibernation, which makes it hard to wake him up sometimes, especially when he has you trapped in his hold. Hopefully you went to the bathroom beforehand cause ya ain’t leaving his side anytime soon!

With himself, it can get quite hectic. He’s often plagued with night terrors that whisper memories of the past which include how his life was before as well as the horrific experiments Urbanshade did on him.

Usually he’s often forcing himself to stay awake for days on end to avoid having to experience another mind shattering nightmare. He even took it as far as to stay up for a whole week!

Someone help this man get some shut eye.

The sound of papers crinkling in the background and the constant clicking of a pen, wakes you from your cat nap.

“ ‘bastian, why the heck are you still awake? Do you know what time it is right now?”

“I’m trying to finish analyzing this document, after I’m done, then I will get some shut eye.

You give him an unamused look until you make your way off the balcony. You silently walk over to his desk where he’s currently stationed and quickly snatch the document out of his hands.

“Are you being deadass right now? I literally said that once I finish analyzing it, THEN I would go to sleep. Sigh, you’re insufferable.”

He starts rubbing at his temples and lets out a yawn that he tries to suppress but fails. He assumes that once he looks back up at you that you’ll have a smug ‘I told you so’ look on your face, but to his surprise he’s met with the overwhelming tender look in your eyes and your loving smile. 

You step closer to him and grab one of his much larger hands into both of your smaller ones and rub your thumbs across a portion of his hand in soothing circles, and then place a gentle kiss on it. Your actions put him more at ease and he releases a gentle breath.

You stare up into his eyes and with the same smile plastered onto your face, “I’ll take over from here, go get some rest my love.”

Without putting up a fight he just simply nodded and went to go turn in for the night, but before he moved you could see the faint look of thankfulness within his face.

In terms of physical affection, he is really REALLY touch-starved.

We’re all aware of how much he hates for the Expendables to touch him, so it is safe to assume that it took a while for him to get comfortable enough to even touch you.

If you’re sitting anywhere in his shop, I’m talking either on the balcony, on top of a desk, or on the floor, wherever! This man will shimmy his way on over to you and wrap his whole body around you like a protective barrier and place his head in your lap and wrap his arm around your waist.

You were sitting on his balcony flipping through a tattered magazine you found in one of the side rooms in the facility. As you were about to turn to the next page, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and snatch you off the balcony.

“What the he- ACK SEB!”

He placed you into the center of his tail in the space that he created for you, and after accepting your fate and settling more comfortably  in the space, you start to feel a rumbling sensation coming from Sebastian followed by a light noise.

“....D-did you just purr?”

“No. Pillows aren’t supposed to talk, so can you do your damn job right?”

“I’m pretty sure you just-”

“Hush.”

You lean closer to him and whisper, “It’s okay Mr. Meow Meow, your secrets safe with me.”

Let’s just say he taped you to his wall for a few hours to finish his work in silence.

He absolutely listens to music, it connects him on a deeper level to what once was before and to how things are currently for him in his life.

When you first started to get to know Sebastian he never mentioned his love for music at all, that is until a conversation you had with Painter while you were on your daily run through the facility looking for data.

“Hey did you know that Sebastian can sing?”

You pause looking through the current drawer you were at and laugh at him. “P-painter, I always knew you were funny but this right here, takes the cake buddy!”

“No Y/N I’m serious! He really CAN sing and he DOES for that matter.”

“As much as I want to believe you, it’s kind of hard for me to even wrap my head around the thought of him letting out a verse or two of a song, let alone let out a little whistle.”

“Eughhhh if you don’t believe me then go ask him yourself.” Despite your teasing of the matter, you couldn’t help but be curious about his persistence of the matter so you decided to investigate.

“Oh hey, look who’s here, the troublemaker. What are you here to mess with now?”

“You.” You point at him, while he scrunches his face in confusion.

“What? You better not try to blind me with that flash beacon again, cause you know how that will end…”

“No, no, no I’m not here for none of that! I have a question to ask you.”

“Then go ahead and ask it, cause I don’t have time to be waiting all damn day!”

“Calm down, grandpa. I just wanted to know if you would sing for me?” In that moment you wished you had a camera with you to take a picture of the disgusted look on his face.

“Get out.”

“Come onnnnn man it doesn’t have to be anything over the top, it’s okay if your voice is screechy, you could even just sing me Baby Shark. Here let’s start from the top: BABYYYYY SHAR-”.

You were banned from his shop that day.

When you both start dating and grow closer, he will get more comfortable with humming around you.

During one of your runs, you found an MP3 Player you assumed had to be left behind by a scientist or other staff member of Urbanshade, despite it being an outdated device you thought it to be a rare item amongst the rickety machines in the facility. You decided to gift it to Sebastian.

While I do feel like Sebastian had an emo phase growing up and had his own certified playlist of bops he would listen to, I also do think that he had a soft spot for some old school R&B/Soul music.

“Here”. You handed him the MP3 Player in which surprisingly still looks relatively new despite all the chaos that has happened in the facility.

“Oh! Um…why are you giving this to me?”

“Well I just figured that you probably wanted to listen to something else besides the static-filled elevator music on that old radio you have in here.”

He chuckles a bit and smiles at your actions. His heart swells at the thought of you thinking about him.

“Go ahead Seb, try it out”, you say softly.

You obviously had to help him with the buttons since his hands were too large for the device, and as you scroll through the song list, you settle on playing a classic.

His eyes go wide at the familiar melody, as Stevie Wonder’s voice floats throughout the walls of the shop, “Oh, so long before this night I prayed…”

As you’re swaying to the music with your eyes gently closed and head tilted toward the ceiling, as you’re humming along to the melody you feel a couple of droplets on your head.

You open your eyes to see that Sebastian is crying which halts your dancing and you make your way over to him while placing your hands on his arms.

“Are you alright, my love?”

Despite his tearful appearance, he manages to nod softly and say, “This was a song…that…my mother used to sing a lot, every night in the kitchen when she would make dinner.”

He has this far away look in his eyes, you rub your hands gently up and down his arms, “I’m so sorry Seb, if it’s too much for you I could turn it-” before you can finish your sentence you are lifted off the ground and he starts to sway to the music with you in his arms.

You place your head onto his chest and listen to the strumming of his heartbeat as it follows with the melody of the music, alongside Stevie Wonder’s voice, an additional voice comes in, that belongs to Sebastian.

“We’ll find strength in each tear we cry, from now on it will be you and I, and our ribbon in the sky for our love.”

His voice, smooth as honey and cinnamon, the voice that feels as though you are being engulfed in a cozy blanket while laying by a fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate in hand, lulls you to sleep.

You and Sebastian have a wholesome relationship; you are both able to find comfort in one another as well as the chance to be vulnerable without any judgment.

He often imagines how different his life would have been if he were still human and if he ever would have gotten the chance to meet you above the surface.

He has to remind himself not to get lost in thinking like that cause it can lead to his mind being trapped in negative thinking.

He knows that when he’s with you, all of that fear and worry disappears, you reassure him time and time again that you love him for who he is, not who he didn’t become.

And you’ll continue to remind him each day of your love for him, and he’ll do the same for you.

[ittiseinboo]

Yearning for More

Summary: After the lighthearted hangout with you and Sebastian, Painter decides to confront Sebastian on his feelings for you.

Word count: 1.9k

No warnings

Tags: Sebastian Solace x Fem!reader, Oblivious idiots in love, angst, comfort, and fluff

A/N: (Apologies in advance if this is too cringe for y’all, this is my very first work that I am posting on this site. I literally wrote this while I was half asleep one day, so hope it's decent lol.)

The day drags out longer than usual with the absence of the frequently large crowds of Expendables passing in and out through the cramped vent, with only the occasional single Expendable walking through the shop and buying the essentials needed to progress in their solo journey to finding the crystal, this is all done in a silent exchange.

The silence is something that isn’t unwelcome but rather uncanny compared to the usual chaos of the Expendables roaming through the shop’s space, which leaves a rather dull and boring taste in the air.

“UNO OUT!”. The shop’s keeper sighs for the umpteenth time as he’s playing a virtual game of Uno with his AI friend, “Ughhhh this sucks, I need something else to do.”Sebastian says as he flops his head down onto his working desk after losing to Painter for what felt like the hundredth time, “Wow kid, playing these games with you turns into a one-sided competition every time, we never get anywhere because you always win!”.

Painter chuckles on the other end of the line, and Sebastian can automatically hear the growing smirk in his tone, “It’s just as the saying goes, “Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner!”. I mean seriously, what can I say? I'm just that unstoppable and you, my friend, are a whiny sore loser who needs to go through a training arc to be as good as me.”

Sebastian can feel a tick mark forming on his forehead as he listens to Painter’s taunts, “Oh yeah? Bet. You better be ready to keep that same energy for the next time when I pull up to your room and “accidentally” burn your circuits.” Painter gulps at his threat and says, “W-wait, w-w-wait! You know I was only just joking right?”.

Sebastian chuckles and Painter quickly changes the topic, “Hey so how’s your day been so far, have you made a lot of sales today?”

Sebastian sighs on the other end, “sigh, business has been a bit slow today along with it being too quiet in the shop.”

“Well isn’t that a good thing? I mean you do always complain about having to deal with those Expendables. So this should be like a well-deserved break for you.”

He leans further in his chair and stares at the ceiling as he fiddles with his fingers, “Well when you put it like that, it is a good thing, but in a sense it feels like I could be doing something better with my time-”

Before he can continue he picks up background noise on the other end of the call, which turns into Painter talking with a mystery guest. “Hey uhhh Painter, who are you talking to?”

“Take a guess, fish fry” The person’s voice comes into the conversation in an exaggerated and altered tone to confuse the man.

Sebastian scoffs and rolls his eyes, “I don’t have time to deal with these childish games and a wannabe comedian.”

Painter bursts into a fit of laughter at Sebastian’s reaction and finally the person breaks character, “Wow Seb, I can’t believe that you forgot your favorite person already.” Your voice travels through the line and Sebastian’s fins wiggle ecstatically, he’s glad that he isn’t in the same room as Painter because then he wouldn’t hear the end of his teasing.

“Y/N, what are you doing messing around?”. He says annoyed but there’s no harsh feelings behind it. “Also my favorite person isn’t you, it’s obviously Painter, he annoys me less.” Painter lets out a loud cheer in the background to which you stick your tongue out at him. “You should also be informed that your acting sucks.” Sebastian adds on.

You roll your eyes in return at his quip, not that he could see it, and you start spinning around in the office chair near Painter’s desk while also kicking your feet slightly, you smile and say, “Oh come on dude, just pretend you fell for my mysterious act even for a little bit.”

He smirks and says, “Come on Y/N be for real right now, you of all people is someone who is nowhere near mysterious, you talk too much for that to even be a possibility.”

You try to keep your smile from growing and jab back at him, “Why do you gotta be such a hater, Seb?”.

The conversation continues with the usual back and forth between the two of you with the occasional input of Painter. Eventually you decide to change the topic.

“Hey so I was planning on stopping by your shop after I’m done chilling with Painter, I wanted to grab a couple of supplies and come hangout with you…if you’re okay with that or aren’t too busy or anything.” That last part you tried to sound nonchalant about it but Sebastion picked up the slight giddyness in your tone and smiled softly to himself.

“Sure, I don’t mind, I actually enjoy your company.” The grin on your face widened and you stood up from your seat to get ready to make your way over to Sebastian’s shop.

“Bet! I’ll see you then!”. You make your way over to the door not before placing a light peck onto Painter’s screen and waving goodbye to him.

After you’ve exited Painter’s room, he turns his attention back to his friends, “Hey Sebastian, when are you planning on asking Y/N out?”

He literally chokes on air from his friend’s question, “W-w-what? Ask her out? Painter, what are you even talking about? Me and Y/N are just friends and you know that!” Sebastian desperately tries to defend.

Painter lets out a big sigh and closes his drawn on eyes as he processes the man’s words, “Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian, you may be smart but sometimes you just act really dumb, like now for example, anyone can see that you and her both have feelings for each other and it doesn’t even take a genius to figure that out!” 

Before Sebastion can utter his defense , Painter continues on with his analysis, “You say you guys are just friends and yet when the two of you are in here with me, I can see the secret glances you throw at each other, looks filled with longing and gentleness, you care so deeply for her, especially that time when the heating system went haywire in the facility and you let her use your jacket as a blanket to keep her warm while she took a nap in your shop.”

The color on Sebastian’s cheeks deepen at the memory, “Y-yeah well I was only just helping her out, don’t look too deeply into it.”

“What about that time you also got so mad at her for almost getting hurt by a wall dweller. Or that time you walked with her to my room and neither of you barely wanted to let go of each other’s hands. The list goes on and on my friend.”

Sebastian is silent on the other end as he is soaking up Painter’s words, he thinks back to all those times his friend mentioned and so much more but he couldn’t stop the nagging thought from taking over his mind like a terrible itch he couldn’t get rid of.

He softly exhales a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, “What if…what if she doesn’t like me the same way that I like her.” Sebastian knew deep down that it was more than just liking you but rather loving you, he felt that the word was too strong of a word that could potentially make you run off if he even muttered the word alone to you or even the three-worded phrase to seal the deal, and that’s what made him afraid the most.

“What if I’m not someone that she actually wants or needs and that if there was something to happen between us, what if I’m not good enough for her, or normal for that matter. She deserves so much more and I don’t know if I’m able to be what she needs me to be.

She’s pretty- no, no that’s too basic- she’s radiant to me; from her smile to her personality and even her captivating eyes, everything about her puts me in a trance that is so difficult for me to break out of. And then there’s me…the mutated fish monster whose looks and presence make many of the Expendables turn their noses up in disgust or fear.”

As Sebastian finishes his rambling he notices the silence on the other end, “Hey kid, ya still there? Sorry if that was a bit too much to lay on to you.”

“Yep I’m still here, I was just giving you a chance to speak your mind and sort through your feelings before I voice my opinion.” Painter says in a deadpanned tone but there’s no malice behind his words.

“Sigh, look Sebastian it’s totally okay for you to feel the way that you do and to not let anyone force you to feel a certain way that you normally wouldn’t, but you have to take into account that you can’t speak for Y/N on her feelings about you either because she is her own person and the way that you may view yourself isn’t the way how she would view you.

Just like today for example as you two were bickering earlier while she was visiting my room, I noticed something different about her, her smile was the brightest I’ve ever seen since the first day we’ve met her and it shines even more brighter when she’s around you in person.

Even while in the office chair she was playing with the seams of her diving suit while kicking her feet excitedly. There’s so many instances where I caught her gazing at you with adoration as you talked about whatever, I could tell that she was hanging onto every single word and detail that came from your lips. My point being that a person who loves you isn’t going to make you feel less than them but rather equal to them, they’ll put you above anything else, a person who loves you isn’t going to bash you or spew hate your way, they’ll make sure that the love they have for you is able to be emulated in the space around you. If Y/N was afraid of you don’t you think she would have abandoned you a long time ago? She’s still here and I can tell that she’s planning to stay by your side.

Sebastian, don’t keep pushing the future possibility of love away just because of your fear of you or her being hurt by the outcome, give it a chance, you deserve to be loved too.”

A few beats of silence passes between the two and Sebastian smiles to himself, one that is genuine and not his usual smirk, “Heh I gotta hand it to you kid, you’re a lot more wiser than I am sometimes. Thank you, Painter…I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that until now.”

“Oh it’s no problem, I’m just glad you finally see how dumb you are, it’s really refreshing by the way.” Painter says cockily while a small smirk forms on his face.

Sebastian lets out a fake laugh not before his eye starts slightly twitching, “Slow down a bit there buddy, before you start pushing the wrong buttons.”

Sebastian reflects over Painter’s words and decides to take action like his friend instructed him to, and to not let fear, worry or anxiety get in the way of his happiness. He planned to confess his feelings to you eventually, maybe not right when you slide through that cent, but who knows? With his newfound confidence and reassurance from his friend, the confession may come sooner rather than later.