#I guess that possiblity is still on the table- but better save it for another day!

[lee-laurent]

Playing Pretend - Jamie Drysdale

Summary: In which Jamie and his girlfriend end things after pretending everything was okay. Or in which Jamie's girlfriend moves in with Trevor while attempting to keep her pregnancy hidden from everyone.

content: pregnancy, mentions of abortion, long distance, keeping secrets from partner (if that's a warning idk), angst, fluff, mentions of sex, implications of cheating/being unfaithful, jamie's trade :(

notes: this one is a bit more angsty than my other fics. i wanted to experiment with trying something new. possible happy ending tho. guess you'll have to read to find out ;) sorry if it seems rushed, i didn't know how to format it :/

"Of course, you have options. You can read more about those here. This is a judgement free zone," the nurse continued to drone on about scheduling another appointment, but Violet had tuned her out. In fact, the only thing that Violet could hear was her heart pounding in her chest.

"Thank you," she mumbled, grabbing the paperwork and shoving it into her purse. All she wanted was Jamie and he was on the other side of the country.

Once she was safely in her car in the parking lot, she let the tears fall. A baby? How was she supposed to take care of a baby when her boyfriend lived five hours away by plane. They barely spoke more than twice a week at this point. Their relationship was falling apart and a baby wasn't going to save it.

"How was the doctor?" Trevor asked as she walked through the door, kicking off her shoes.

"Fine. Just food poisoning, like you thought."

"I told you! Never eat grocery store sushi, Vi. Should've listened to me."

"Ha. I guess you know best, Trev. I'm gonna go lie down. I'm still nauseous."

"Make sure you text Jamie! He was worried about you."

"I'm sure he was," she mumbled, making her way to her bedroom. She looked at the picture on her bedside table. It was of her and Jamie at his first game with the Ducks. She'd been so proud to see him move from the Gulls to the NHL. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and was looking down at her like she'd hung the moon and stars in the sky, while she smiled happily into the camera. Violet sighed, putting the photo face down. She couldn't bare to look at Jamie's face right now, photo or not.

Her phone buzzed.

Jamie <3: Trev texted. Said it's food poisoning like he thought. Feel better. I love you

Vi: Thanks, Jam. Love you too

Lying to Jamie made her stomach churn. In fact, everything was making her stomach churn at the moment. Trevor had made sausages with his breakfast that morning, leading to her projectile vomiting in the kitchen. Which is when Trevor finally convinced her to go to a walk-in clinic. A walk-in clinic that sent her to Planned Parenthood. And now at the thought of Jamie not knowing about his child mixed with the baby in her womb hating the smell of everything, she was leaned over the toilet once more.

"Vi? Do you want some ginger ale?" Trevor asked from the doorway.

"No. I'm okay, Trev. Just, I- I'd like to be alone right now."

"Oh, right. Call me if you need anything," he sighed, gently shutting the door behind him.

Violet sniffled, reaching for her phone on the counter next to her.

Jamie was worried sick about Violet, but he was also focused on the game of NHL 24 he was playing with Cam.

"Wait. Time out. Violet's texting."

"Oh, shit. What'd she say?"

"That... that we need to talk?" Jamie furrowed his eyebrows.

"Shit. We can finish this later. Call her."

"Thanks, Cam. I- I'll be back," Jamie stood up from the couch, albeit a bit wobbly from nerves, speeding off to his room.

"Hey," Violet's voice cracked as it broke through the speaker of his phone.

"Hey, um, what did you wanna talk about?"

"Long distance isn't working, Jamie. I- I think we should end things."

"What? Vi? Where is this coming from? Did- did you meet someone in Anaheim?"

"What? God, no. Jamie- I wouldn't cheat. You know that. I just- this is too much stress for me right now."

"Our relationship is too much stress for you? I- I told you that you could move here. We could get our own place. I-"

"Jamie, I have a life here. I have a job. My friends."

"I had all of that too. But, I- I'm making it work here. You could make it work here, Violet! Please don't do this. You- you're the love of my life."

"Jamie, don't make this harder than it needs to be. I can't do this anymore."

"Please, Violet. Please."

"We- if you need anything call Trevor. Goodbye, Jamie."

Jamie didn't return to his game with Cam; he spent the rest of the night crying himself to sleep on his bed.

"You broke up with Jamie?!" Trevor shouted the next morning, waking up an exhausted Violet.

"Trevor? It's 6 in the morning."

"Yeah? Well Jamie just called me in tears, saying that you dumped him OVER THE PHONE?!"

"We're long distance. How else was I supposed to do it?"

"You weren't supposed to do it at all, Violet! You guys are made for each other! What's with this sudden change of heart?"

"We were barely talking anymore. I need a present boyfriend."

"Vi-"

"Drop it, Trevor! It's frankly none of your business!"

"None of my bus-"

Violet gagged, leaning over and puking on the hardwood floor. She looked up at Trevor, wiping her mouth.

"Get me a paper towel, please."

"Right. Um, right... This conversation isn't over."

He returned with a roll of paper towels. Watching as she pulled herself out of bed, to clean up the mess next to her bed.

"Why'd you break up with him?"

"I just told you. It wasn't working."

"But, you didn't even try to make it work. He said you didn't communicate it wasn't going well until yesterday."

"Wow. Does Jamie tell you every intimate part of our relationship?" she snapped.

"No."

"It was rhetorical, Trevor."

"Oh. He loves you."

"I know."

"Do you not love him?"

"What? Of course I love him. He's the fa- the first man I loved. I'll always love him."

"Then why break up with him?! He- he said you could go live with him in Philly."

"I don't want to leave Anaheim. I want to r- never mind. But, my job is here."

"Get a new one."

"God! You're so immature! It's not that fucking easy, Trevor! I'm not going to start my entire life over for Jamie! So fucking drop it!"

"I-"

"Drop it!"

Trevor dropped it. At least with Violet he did. He spent every day trying to convince Jamie to call her. To fix things. To figure what he could do. Jamie wasn't easily convinced though. After the mental anguish that the phone call with his now ex-girlfriend had caused him, he wasn't sure he wanted to go through it again.

Violet's morning sickness hadn't ended. In fact, it was getting worse. Morning sickness? More like all day and all night sickness. She was in agony. And Trevor as oblivious as he was, was getting suspicious.

"Maybe you should go to the doctor again? I don't think food poisoning is supposed to last this long."

"It's probably just stress."

"Why're you stressed?"

"Work."

"But- okay? I still think you should go back."

"Trevor."

"Yes?"

"I'm fine."

"You're pretending."

"What?"

"You're pretending everything is okay. You're just afraid to admit that things are worse without Jamie. Not better. You're more stressed. Hence the vomiting."

"Trevor, I- I have work to do."

Two hours later Violet was in the kitchen doing dishes when her phone started ringing.

"Trev! Can you get that?"

"Sure."

"Hi! This is Alice from Anaheim OB/GYN, I was just calling to confirm your appointment on Friday with Dr. Rhodes," the voice came through the phone.

"Trev! Who is it?"

"Sure, just let me get the phone to Violet. Oh, perfect! Thank you!"

"Hi?" Violet asked, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hi! Is this Violet?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Perfect! Just a few questions to go over before confirming your appointment."

"Oh, of course."

"Any abnormal bleeding?"

"No."

"Dizziness?"

"Nope."

"How's the nausea you mentioned last time you were in?"

"About the same."

"Okay, I'll let the nurse know. We can get you some tablets for that. See you Friday at 11:30."

"Perfect, thank you."

Violet sighed, hanging up the phone.

"You're pregnant?" Trevor whispered.

"What? No."

"She said she was calling from the OB/GYN's office. Isn't that a doctor for pregnant people?"

"Not always. They also give birth control and stuff."

"But why would you need birth control if you're not seeing Jamie anymore?"

"For my periods."

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying, Trevor. Why would I lie?"

"You're lying. You always itch your wrist when you lie. You're pregnant. Does Jamie know?"

"Maybe it isn't Jamie's?"

"Yeah? Who else have you slept with? Nobody. You and Jamie had sex the night before we left for Nashville."

"Who told you that?"

"Jamie."

"Ew. I-"

"So it is Jamie's?"

"I'm not pregnant."

"Violet... is this why you dumped him? Are you getting... you know?"

"Not pregnant, Trevor."

"Fine, I'll drop it for now. But, if you were pregnant, I, um, I'd be here to help. I promise."

"Good to know if I am to hypothetically get pregnant," she mumbled, itching her wrist. Trevor let out a heavy sigh.

"You- you can tell me anything, Violet. I'm not going to tell Jamie if you don't want me to."

"You said you were gonna drop it. Plus there's nothing to tell him. Everything is normal."

"Right, um, I'm going out. Call if you need anything for your... food poisoning."

"Will do."

When she finally heard the front door shut, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The tension in the kitchen had been palpable. She knew deep down that Trevor didn't believe her, but until she was showing she'd be able to hide it... maybe.

A month had passed and Violet was shocked to find that it looked like she was bloated. Violet had always been on the thinner side, but not to the point that she thought she'd be showing this early into her pregnancy. The doctors had confirmed that she was just over a month when she found out, meaning she was nearing three months. Baggy clothes became her new best friends. Unfortunately, most of the baggy clothing she owned were items she'd stolen from Jamie. This led to lots of looks from Trevor as she moved around their apartment.

Trevor now knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Violet was pregnant. He'd gone into her bathroom to find some extra toilet paper and come across an array of prenatal vitamins. He didn't bring it up though. The apartment constantly had an air of awkwardness shrouding it. Violet and Trevor were tip-toeing around each other. And he knew that eventually he would have to be the bigger person and bring it up, which was uncommon for the Ducks player.

"I was talking to Jamie today," Trevor mentioned as he twirled some spaghetti onto his fork.

"Hm. How's Jamie?"

"Better. He, uh, he still asks about you."

"Good for him."

"I'm sure if you told him... about your situation, he'd be willing to help."

"What situation?" Violet smiled, taking a sip of her water.

"Can we stop pretending, Violet?"

She shook her head, pushing away from the small kitchen table.

"God! Grow up, Violet! You're going to be a mom! Start acting like a fucking adult!" Trevor shouted as she retreated to her room, that Trevor had not-so-lovingly nicknamed "the cave." Her door slammed in response, shaking the pictures hanging in the corridor.

"Hey, girl!" her best friend, Aly, smiled through the FaceTime call. "How're those vitamins? One of the moms I work with says they're the best ones!"

"Good, I think. I've got a little bump now."

"Damn! Baby Drysdale is growingggg!" she dragged out.

"Don't call them that. He- I still haven't told him."

"Girl! You told me you were going to like a week ago! What changed?"

"He- I saw him on Instagram and he looked so happy. I don't want to ruin that."

"So... you're just gonna wallow in self-pity until your baby is born? What about when he sees you with a baby? Isn't he gonna be suspicious?"

"He already accused me of cheating. So..."

"Violet! No! We are not claiming you cheated and got pregnant from another man."

"Jamie's not ready to be a dad."

"Who told you that? Jamie?"

"No."

"Exactly. You don't know that!"

"I'll think about it, Aly. Right now, the doctor said I need to avoid too much stress. It makes my nausea worse."

"Uh huh. Lemme tell you about this date I went on!"

"Do you think Violet would be okay if I came to visit?" Jamie asked Trevor.

"Um... I mean you're coming to see me. It has nothing to do with her."

"I guess, you're right. I'll get a hotel though. I don't want to intrude on her space."

"Her space is also my space, Jamie."

"Yeah, but she's my... ex. It'd feel weird. Is she, um, seeing anyone new?"

"Violet?" Trevor choked on his water, "No. No. She's been busy with... work."

"Makes sense."

"What about you? Any new women in your life?"

"No. I just compare them all to Vi."

"When you come, maybe you can get some closure. Talk to her."

"If she lets me."

"If she lets you," Trevor smiled, continuing to help his best friend plan his trip.

Six months pregnant. Violet couldn't believe it. Her baby was the size of corn, according to Aly. It was hard to hide her ever growing bump, but Trevor's hoodies and some of Jamie's old clothes did the trick. She had no idea that Jamie was coming to visit. It was all part of Trevor's plan to get her to talk to him... and admit her pregnancy.

Trevor was buzzing as he walked Jamie up the stairs to their apartment.

"Violet did some redecorating, but it looks similar to when you left! She's still asleep, I think. She sleeps in on weekends."

"Not surprising," Jamie bit back his smile.

"Welcome back, bud!" Trevor swung open the door, leading his ex-teammate into his home. Jamie looked around, it was similar to when he left. A few pictures had been taken down and replaced with new ones, but it looked pretty much the same.

"Trev? Why are you shouting?" Violet questioned sleepily, rubbing a hand on her stomach. The baby had recently discovered how to kick and it was their new favourite hobby.

"Look who I brought home with me!" Trevor beamed.

"Jamie?" the girl suddenly looked much more awake, dropping her hands to her side.

"You... you're pregnant," was all Jamie could manage, staring directly at her stomach.

"Surprise?"

The group sat in the living room. Well, Trevor and Violet were sitting. Jamie was pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair.

"You're gonna go bald, Jimmy. Stop."

"She- you're pregnant?!"

"Yes. We established that, Jamie," Violet rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Is it... is it mine?"

"Um..."

"Yes, the baby is yours, Jamie! Are you dumb?" Trevor furrowed his brow.

"You didn't tell me?! Neither of you?!"

"She... It wasn't my place."

"Yeah? What about you, Violet? What's your excuse?!"

"I- I didn't want to ruin your career."

"Ruin my career? No! You were just being selfish. Don't pretend this had anything to do with protecting me!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Jamie, can you sit down? You're stressing me out," she sighed, rubbing over where the baby was kicking repeatedly, sensing its mother's turmoil.

"Violet! We... we're having a baby."

"I'm having a baby."

God, she was just as stubborn as before.

"Z, can we have a minute?"

"Oh, sure," Trevor left and Jamie didn't speak until he heard the door close.

"Violet, this is serious. Why would you keep this from me? Is this why you ended things?" he asked, kneeling in front of her.

"Sort of. I panicked. I just, I don't want you to feel forced to stay because of us," she motioned to her belly.

"I... I still love you. A lot. God, I never stopped loving you."

"Jamie..."

"You... you can come live in Philly! We can fix us. And raise our baby. Be a happy family."

"I want to stay here."

"You... you can't keep my baby from me, Violet. Please," his eyes started to water, "Not any longer than you already have."

"He-"

"He? It's a boy?"

"Shit. Yeah."

"I'm going to have a son?" he smiled, the tears finally falling. Violet could feel her hormones acting up, her eyes also welling with tears.

"Henry."

"Hm?"

"I- I've been planning on naming him Henry."

"Henry. It's perfect, Vi. Can I?" he gestured to the swell of her stomach. She nodded, letting out a sob as his hands met the cotton of her shirt.

"Hi, Henry. It's your dad. I'm sorry I haven't been here. I- I don't blame Mommy. She did what she thought was best."

Violet continued to sob. Why was he being so sweet to her? She'd kept his son from him!

"Violet, can you just think about it? Please. Us and Henry in Philly."

"I can think about it, Jams," she cried, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Are you sure you built that right?" Violet asked for the fourth time, "I don't want him falling on the ground in the middle of the night."

"I followed the instructions, Vi. It's secure. He'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I just-"

Jamie cut her off with a kiss to her lips.

"I'm positive, love. Now stop worrying. Poor Henry is going to pop out early if you keep that up."

"I'd appreciate it if he did. He's been sitting on my bladder all day."

Jamie kneeled down in front of her, placing a hand where he saw the imprint of a foot kick.

"Can you move off Mommy's bladder? It makes her pissy. And Daddy doesn't want to deal with it right now."

"He's not listening. I need to pee," she waddled out of the nursery and into the ensuite. Jamie laughed, following her into their bedroom.

"You look good pregnant," Jamie commented as she emerged from the bathroom.

"Shut up. We're not having sex until this monster is out of me."

"He's not a monster!"

"He's giant! I can't breathe."

"Here," Jamie walked behind her, lifting up her stomach. She let out a long sigh of relief, the pressure being alleviated from her back.

"Thanks, Jams. I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled. Although they weren't the most stable couple on the planet, Jamie was just glad to have his girl back. And now he had his little boy too. He felt complete. And so did Violet. Complete and happy with their soon-to-be family of three.

[gumycandyyy]

Hey there! Your writing is OUTSTANDING! I was wondering if you could write a Winter King x fem!reader fic where the reader rescues him along with the scouts but ends up badly injured? And tee hee WK pampers her and takes care of her THE BRAIN ROT IS REAL

୨♡ "Ｔｉｓ Ｂｕｔ Ａ Ｓｃｒａｔｃｈ" ♡୧

Type: Oneshot

Fem reader (I was originally gonna make her an ice creature, but she works better as... not an ice creature.) Someone please rq a male reader, I wanna write a male reader wahhhh

Request: Yes! Still open, but it'll take a while to write, as I have other requests.

No use of y/n

hurt/comfort (literally)

Summary: Winter King got kidnapped. Again. And you get hurt while saving him. Fluff ensues.

Word Count: 1278

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"Ice Scouts? A little help?"

You looked up, hearing Winter King. You were training with the scouts, just having a gay old time sword fighting and skating. However, It appeared Candy Queen had made some giant type candy monster, and used it to snatch Winter right out of his throne room and carry him to the Candy Kingdom.

Great.

"Oh, you too..!"

Winter yelled just as he left earshot, obviously referring to you. You were the captain of the royal guard, and Winter's best friend. The ice scouts sheathed their swords, ready to leave immediately. They spoke to you in unison.

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

You nodded, sheathing your sword. You guessed that Winter would be held at the top of the Candy tower/mountain thing, as always. You left swiftly, along with the scouts.

"Ice scouts! You take care of any candy monsters, I'll take care of the Queen!"

They nodded, ready to follow your every order. You eventually made it to the Candy kingdom, and climbed the mountain. You made it to the top, ducking and weaving around the monsters to get to Winter as soon as possible.

Kicking down the door, you saw Candy Queen playing her keyboard, as always. Winter was in his cage, scratching another tally mark in his 'times kidnapped' wall. His crown was on a small table just out of reach of the cage. Candy Queen looked at you and deadpanned.

"Aww, not again! C'mon, ya can't give me one afternoon alone with him? I'd take good care of him!!"

Candy bumped her pointer fingers together, trying to win your favor. It was honestly pitiful. She tried so hard, but still. She was a creep.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously! I mean- You wouldn't miss him! I wouldn't scratch him up too bad! Well, unless..."

You looked over to Winter, who looked quite uncomfortable at the current topic, a strained smile on his 'save me from this maniac' face. You sighed, putting your hands at your sides.

"Fine."

Candy's eyes sparkled.

"You- you mean it?"

She bounced up and down on her heels, ready to give you a hug. No thanks. Winter looked shocked, and ready to pass away.

"Yeah, yeah- OF COURSE I DON'T MEAN IT."

You brought out your sword, flipping it around, and knocking the wind out of Candy with the hilt. She coughed, and you grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. You brought her over to a window, kicking it open and dangling her out of it.

"Come on, come on! Let's talk about this! Maybe we could share him? I get weekdays, you get weekends? Please?"

You deadpanned, ready to tell her off. Though her expression suddenly turned devious, and you heard something from behind you.

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

You turned around sharply, pulling out your sword. You let go of Candy, but she was able to grab onto the windowsill and pull herself back inside.

A banana (At least you think it's a banana) guard roared in your face, and lunged at you. It seems the ice scouts missed this one. It clawed at your stomach, tearing the flesh and causing you to cry out in pain. The ice scouts broke open the cage, and gave Winter King his crown.

The next thing you knew, the banana guard was frozen in a block of ice, hovering right above you. It seems the blast also knocked Candy out. You cursed, getting out from underneath the guard. You were about to run to Winter, checking to see if he was okay, but you collapsed, clutching your stomach- which was bleeding profusely. Winter caught you before you hit the floor, and wrapped his arms around you.

"Are you o-"

Winter gasped, seeing your bloody midriff.

He almost started to panic, and ordered the ice scouts to go to the winter palace to prepare anything you might need. He started to pick you up in his arms, but you held your hand out to stop him.

"Winter, I can handle it. I'm captain of the royal guard for a reason-!"

You seethed, feeling air hit your open wound. You started to stand up, using Winter as an anchor. You stood up straight, breathing heavily. You started to walk on your own, however, you collapsed yet again, and fell into unconsciousness.

This is what you get for acting like you're invincible.

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You woke up, breathing in cold air. You didn't need to open your eyes to know you were back in the Winter Kingdom. You felt something gripping your hand, and you were no longer in pain. Well.. Excruciating pain, at least. You fluttered open your eyes, trying to get used to the bright blue light of the palace.

"Y- You're awake! I.."

You looked over to Winter King, who was sitting at your bedside, holding your hand. He looked disheveled and tired. He took his hands away to adjust his glasses, and cleared his throat.

"N- Now that I know you're... Okay.. I-"

He seemed unusually somber, which was way out of character, especially for him.

"How long was I out?"

"..."

"Winter. How long was I out."

"..."

"Four days."

Woah. You left your King unprotected, for four days. And judging by the dull throb where your wound was healing, it would be much longer than that. You sat up sharply, then felt a stabbing pain. You seethed and rested your hand on your midriff.

"I'm so sorry Winter, ah- My king. I can't believe I've left you unprotected for that lo-" "Shut up."

"Pardon?"

"I said, shut up."

Winter's expression was pained, and he seemed to be very conflicted with his emotions.

"You think I care about that? Why would I care about not being protected when I could have lost you!?"

He had stood up. His voice was raised and shaky. He looked as if he was about to start sobbing. He then looked just as surprised at his emotional outburst as you were.

"I.."

"I don't know what came over me, that.. What just happened, it.." "It shouldn't be possible..."

"Pardon me?"

Winter brushed his strange behavior off, and sat back down. He took your hand in his, and spoke in a calm manner.

"I apologize. What I meant, is I could care less about myself right now. I was worried you would die, haha!"

There it was. His strange optimism, though.. It felt kind of good to see him so emotional. It just went to show how much he really cared about you. You took your hand back, and moved it up to cup his face, his soft hair ticking the skin on your hand.

"Thank you."

Winter's cheeks turned pink, a nice contrast to his normal pale blue. He laughed softly, turning his face slightly away from you.

"It's what anyone would do."

He smiled sweetly at you, turning his face back to you. He stood up, bending over you to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Your face flushed, and you looked away nervously. You laughed together in a wonderful kind of oddity, before Winter stood up fully.

"Well, I suppose I should get back to ruling my Winter Wonder World, shouldn't I? If you need anything, ask me. I want to be the one to take care of you."

You nodded in response, and watched Winter gracefully glide towards the door. You snuggled up in the sheets and blankets you were surrounded by, and before Winter left, you asked him a question.

"Wait, what room am I in?"

"Oh, mine."

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Oh man, I loved this one. Here's your complimentary WK art ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

[02chois]

11. JUST A FRIEND

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

note: yeonjun's pov so get ready for some angst 🥲

PREVIOUS / MASTERLIST / NEXT

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Yeonjun's lips curl into a grin, extending his index finger to poke your cheek.

You blink once, twice and turn to glance at him, he was leaning against your kitchen counter and had his arms crossed over his chest. You mirror his grin, almost forgetting how contagious his smiles tend to be.

"A lot," you pour the seasoning packet one by one, then stirring the water that was almost at a boiling point. "It's been a rough week for me. But to be frank, this has been the roughest week I've gone through."

Yeonjun tilts his head, his once beaming expression shifts into a deep frown. His thick brows curved and it almost made you laugh at how expressive they can be.

"There's just so much going on lately. I didn't expect it to turn out that way, I guess the universe is playing games with me." You watch Yeonjun pour the dried seasoning onto the pot, moving slightly to give him some space to reach the stove. "You don't mind if I talk about it?"

He shakes his head, "I don't mind at all."

You nod and carefully put the noodles in the pot and Yeonjun follows suit, helping you with the remaining. "It's about Taehyun. He's been acting strange and recently I saw him with his ex," you pause to take a look at him, "I don't know but I felt a painful ache in my chest that time."

Yeonjun scoffs, "Typically the people who stayed friends with their exes still have lingering feelings."

"You're not making this any better, jjunie."

His already pouty lips form into a pout, his gaze avoiding yours at any given time. He looks like a puppy and your frown has turned into a small smile. You couldn't stay mad at him, he's too adorable for his own good.

"You should ask him. It might possibly be a misunderstanding." Yeonjun adds, his gaze trails down to the pot of ramen. He reaches for the chopsticks near you to stir the cooking noodles. "It's better than second guessing everything he does."

"I guess you're right." You turned off the stove and grabbed the pot holders. "Can you arrange the bowls and utensils for me? I'll come back quickly and help you once I put this on the table."

Yeonjun gave you a nod as you walked out of the kitchen, and once you were nowhere to be seen he began to search for the bowls.

The chances are low and it hasn't changed since then. He knew that he didn't have any chance, yet a part of him hoped that perhaps even an ounce of you liked him. It was difficult to try and get your attention when you only had eyes for him. It was laughable— his actions, now that he looks back at them, was truly ridiculous.

He knew. Oh, but he knew, it's wiser to let you go, even if it means pain. But why does he want to be called yours even just for a minute? He wants to know what it feels like to be the man you love. It wasn't wrong to long for someone— and maybe, just maybe, he'd get to hold your hand in another universe.

"Yeonjun? Did you find them?" You quietly walk into the kitchen, although your effort was in vain as he was still startled by your voice.

"Uh, yeah, I got them here. I'll fetch the utensils." He shouldn't have turned because the moment his gaze landed on you, he was back to square one.

You quickly went over the kitchen counters and carefully picked up the small bowls. You crane your neck to look at him, "hurry before they hog all the ramen!"

"But if ever I'll save some for you."

He lowered his gaze, looking at the metal chopsticks and spoons he has on both of his hands. How can he not love you when you're like that?

While you're the love of his life, he will always be just a friend to you.

"I'm right behind you, don't worry." He turns to face you, smiling softly as he follows. He hopes that you won't notice the difference.

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[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch. 44

Charles Leclerc x Reader

The summer heat was beginning to get to you, and you decided to don a pair of palazzo pants and a crop top as you got dressed for your boyfriend’s day out at the golf country club with his friends. Golf really was never your thing, and honestly, it wasn’t Charles’ favorite either, but hey, it made for a good excuse to spend time with friends and family.  

Charles steps out of your shared bedroom in a pristine cream polo and a pair of khaki shorts, his favorite sunglasses hanging from the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “Y/n?”

You turn toward him as you finish gulping down your glass of water. “Ready to go?”

He nods and moves to grab the keys from the bowl on the counter. 

"Wait,"  you stop him. Rushing into the bedroom, you return with your favorite sunscreen. Charles stands still as you apply it all over his face, knowing better than to mess with you and your essential skin-caring steps. "Okay,"  you breathe. “All done. Now we can go.”

…

Arriving at the venue, you’re immediately greeted by a crowd of photographers and fans. They’d somehow managed to track down the drivers’ whereabouts– Again. Oh well, not much you could do about it now.  

Charles gently grabs your hands and helps you out of his car, pressing his lips to your knuckles in a show of open affection, giving the crowd something to watch and making you blush. Some of the girls in the crowd “oohed” and “aahed” and swooned at the action. 

 Carlos greets you at the entrance of the golfing grounds, Rebecca on his arm. She pulls you off your own boyfriend’s arm and tugs you toward where Kika is seated, a quaint little corner overlooking the grounds where you’d be able to watch over the boys. 

Grabbing one of the refreshing drinks set on the little table, you go to take a sip, when suddenly, you’re cut off by the ever-peppy Kika.

 “Soooooo, how are things going with Loverboy?” You sputter on your drinks, patting yourself on the head a couple of times out of habit.  

“Whatever do you mean?” you smirk back at her playfully. “I should be asking you girls the same thing. I’ve been seeing a lot of things on socials.” 

Now it’s their turn to blush.  

“Damn, you really didn’t have to throw that on us like that,"  replies Kika. She and Becca share about how their men have been making sure to give them the princess treatment, and you exhale internally—whew, that was a quick save. You didn't need them to know how you’d gotten railed seven days to Sunday.

…

“Hey Y/n, I’m going on an influencer trip in a few weeks to promote one of the brands that sends me their products. You want to come with?” Kika asks you out of the blue, pulling you out of the trance you’d been in watching Charles play golf.  

“Me? Oh, I couldn’t possibly.” 

“C’moooon, please? Pierre can’t come with me, and Becca here has another shooting. I don’t want to go alone; it gets so boring, and all I can do is talk to all the other people there who try WAY too hard to get famous. It’s honestly really annoying. Please come? All the expenses are already going to be taken care of, and it’ll be fun.” 

You bite your lip in contemplation. “But I’m not even,"  you gesture to yourself and then to her. “Like, you’re hot. I’m not like you. They probably would just kick me out and think I’m a stalker or something.”

 “Who’s not hot?” you hear from behind you, the voice sounding an awful lot like your boyfriend.  

“Y/N here says she’s not attractive enough to go on an influencer trip I want her to join me on,"  sniffs Kika disapprovingly.  

“She’ll go.” 

“I– I will?” 

Charles glares at you pointedly. “Yes.” 

“Oh. Why?”

 “Because I’m going to talk some sense into you when we get home.” 

You let out a breath and turned to Kika and Becca, who have been watching the exchange with interest. “Well, I guess I’m going then?”

 Pierre’s girlfriend squeals as she squeezes tightly. “Yay! Okay, I’ll send you all the details as soon as we get out of this heat.”

 Rebecca huffs from the side. “Yeah, I don’t know who decided it was a good idea to play an outdoor sport in this heat.”

 Both you and Francisca turn to her and glare. “Okay, maybe I DO know. But sometimes, I really question that man’s brain and why I agree to these kinds of things.”

The three of you giggle at that. “Cheers to that.”

[lyrical-fics]

I’m All In, I’m Falling

Character: Yelan

Song: Must Be Love - Laufey

Synopsis: Two gambles at once, what could possibly happen?

Warning: suggestive part in the last bit (men dni)

A/N: I’m back after almost a year LMAOAOAOAOAOOAOA HI GUYS 🔥🔥🙏🙏 btw guys I have no idea how to play poker correct me if I’m wrong 😇😇

Gambling with Yelan has always been a privilege that you’ve had over others, leaving them confused as to exactly why the skilled gambler took such an interest in you. Well, I guess most of it was due to the fact that you two were childhood friends, but point still stands. Maybe you think of her as more than friends, it’s irrelevant though.

It was never your forte, nor did you ever plan to do it anyway, you liked to play safe, after all. However, Yelan insisted that you needed to “feel the thrill of gambling.”And being the good friend you are, you ended up letting her teach you how to play all sorts of games from poker to blackjack. Somehow, you did enjoy all of the things she taught you.. until she then proposes an idea. She says that if you win against her in a match, she’d fulfill one thing you wanted and vice versa if you lost the deal but you only had 2 weeks. But what can you say? You were quite the competitive kind and if there was a challenge, you don’t intend in losing or backing down. Never.

Yelan had mercy for you anyway, so the two of you used rocks as currency! Really, your wallet would be obliterated if you tried using real money, she knew it was for the better. The more special the rock was, the higher was its value, and it was pretty fun collecting them.

Of course, since you were up against a pro, you always lost your matches, making you even more determined to win against her.

You needed to focus, you had another match with her. You’ve been saving all of the unique-looking stones that you saw in the beach, mountains, everywhere you went. And so, you put all of the things that you considered lucky into your bag, gathered all of the pretty rocks, then headed out in order to meet Yelan at the Yansheng Teahouse.

Surprisingly, you arrived first. You sat down and looked around, watching the people place bets, lose, win. The idea of gambling still doesn’t quite appease you because why would you risk losing something you didn’t want to? But who were you to judge when you gamble with the literal owner almost every single day; you wonder how she even has so much time in her hands to do it with you especially considering the fact that she is also an agent and she probably has a lot of stuff to do.

The door opens and you see the hydro woman that you’ve been looking for, whispers of “it’s that gambler,” or “isn’t she the owner” ensuing inside the casino, making their awareness of her obvious.

Yelan lets out a breathy chuckle before plopping down directly in front of you, “Relax, everyone, I already have someone I’m playing with today.” After all, the two of you didn’t meet up here much— you played poker with her in random places but never here.

“Let’s have a nice game, shall we? This is your last chance.” You huff at her before responding, “Hmpf, I’ll win this, just you see.”

The woman calls over a dealer and the game begins. 3 rounds pass and so far you’ve been very lucky, winning all of them, flashing Yelan a smug smile to which she only laughs to. The fourth round came, you bet a few rocks, flipped your cards, and boy, you were so glad you brought all your lucky charms; the cards you had in hand was a straight flush, almost the highest rank. Yelan bets all of her rocks. You weren’t gonna lose though, once you saw your hand, you gathered all of your rocksl again, and with full confidence, you were proud to say, “I’m all in—”

“I’m falling.”

.

.

.

“Eh?” You blink at her, confused yet still reluctantly placed your cards on the table to reveal your hand.

“Also, I’ve got the royal flush.”

“Eh!?” Your eyes widen even more because how!? How lucky is she!? Your hand was the SECOND highest rank, and she just had to have the actual highest one. How?

“This— this is cheating!” you protest, but she cuts you off again.

“I've been wanting to tell you something that's been on my heart for a while now. You know how much you mean to me as my best friend, but there's something more I need to say. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin, and I cherish every moment we've shared together,” Yelan lightly takes your hand in hers.

“As I've gotten to know you better, I've come to realize that my feelings for you run deeper than just friendship especially when I saw the determination you had while I was teaching you about my personal interests. You bring so much joy and warmth into my life that I can't imagine it without you. Your laughter is like music to my ears, and your smile lights up my world in ways I can't even describe.”

“Hold up your end of the deal, please be my girlfriend,” she finishes. You couldn’t believe it, your crush (or as you’d like to call her your “happy crush” because you only admired her from afar) just confessed to you, and you lost your last game!

“But you know, if you don’t want to be my girlfriend then it’s fine I’ll look for something else to ask you f—”

“I’ll do it, Yelan. A deal’s a deal, right?” you say, slowly approaching her with a beaming smile in order to mask the soft blush spreading across your cheeks. “You’re blushing,” she whispers before pulling you into her lap. “You didn’t need to make this your wish, I’d be your girlfriend even without it.” you mumble against her as you wrap your hands around the hydro user.

“Oh? Would you like me to ask for something else? Like—“

“No. Shut up.”

You’ll admit your defeat, maybe, just this time though. You’ll make her pay for this one day.

[tact-and-impulse]

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A Cute Voice

Phoenix stamped the snow off his shoes. The wreaths on the lobby’s walls were a duller green, a few decorative pinecones had fallen on the linoleum. Holiday cheer had given way to a regular morning at work, back to business as usual. He checked the Wright & Co. mailbox, grabbed the stack of envelopes, and headed to the upper floor.

Hm? It’s not totally quiet. Music blared from behind the door, and a muffled voice joined in.

“Go, go! Steel Samurai…”

It sounded like Maya, especially because of the theme song, although he’d never heard her sing before. Curious, he turned the door handle as quietly as possible. The office was much tidier, the desk and table cleared of stray papers. But his attention landed on Maya, pulling up the blinds with her back to him.

“That brave hero will save the town, fly high!” A clear, sweet soprano left her lips. Effortlessly, she reached the high note, perfectly on pitch. She spun around and froze. “Ack, Nick! Uh, hi?”

“Hey, Maya. Having fun?”

She blushed, scrambling to turn off the music. “I came early to help clean, I thought you’d be here later.”

“Early bird catches the worm. Anyway, you don’t have to stop. You sing really well.” He insisted.

She let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. Aunt Morgan once heard me trying a lullaby on Pearl when she was a baby, and she told me to never do it again, so…”

A spark of righteous fury flared within Phoenix. “That’s-”

“New year, new stuff, right? What have you got there?” She dove for the mail, and then, they were occupied with sorting through the requests.

One potential client was at a ski lodge, and when Pearl returned from Medium Valley, they decided to make it a weekend trip. Of course, they were inevitably stuck in traffic. As Phoenix tapped the rental car’s steering wheel, Maya punched the radio button. A pop song poured through the speakers and from the backseat, Pearl screamed in delight, adding her own slightly off-key but animated enthusiasm.

Maya turned to grin at her. “You like this band, don’t you, Pearly?”

“I really do! Mystic Maya, won’t you sing along?”

“It’s okay, I don’t know all the lyrics.”

She pouted. “What about you, Mr. Nick?”

“Same here. But I’ll try if there’s something I’ve heard before.” And as if on cue, the next song was familiar. Just his luck. He could carry a tune, he wasn’t going to win any awards though. He sang the chorus and the bridge, glancing at Maya. She was smiling wide, her eyes lit up like shooting stars.

“Wow, you’re awesome.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

“Totally serious, Nick!”

“Well, you can take a turn. You’re probably better than us and we won’t judge you at all.” He said, holding her gaze. Her lips trembled.

“What if you both sing a duet?!” Pearl exclaimed. “That would be so romantic-”

Then, the cars ahead moved, and the rest of the drive smoothly sent Pearl into a nap. Dense trees lined the road, glittering with salt, and signposts pointed to the main resort. In a promising sight, snowy slopes emerged from cloud cover, tiny dots of skiers creating downward trails. Phoenix spoke first.

“I’m sorry, Maya, I didn’t mean to pressure you.”

“You weren’t!” She countered. “It’s only…I don’t know. I guess I’m nervous?”

“That’s alright. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be cheering you on.”

“…Thank you.” Her soft whisper rose and fell, a caress sliding around his neck.

Within minutes, they rolled into the parking lot. Maya tumbled out, her face flushed as she coaxed Pearl to wake up. It had to be the brisk wind. Nevertheless, the cold wasn’t quite touching Phoenix, his ears still hot.

***

Cards flipped, fabric rustled, applause resounded again and again. Trucy had pleaded to attend this magic convention, and by her unwavering expression of wonder, Phoenix didn’t regret it. She watched the other magicians with rapt attention, happily relaying to him what she learned. While she practiced some new maneuvers with Mr. Hat, he went to grab drinks. Apple juice for her, cider for him.

As he picked up the glasses, murmurs rippled from the entrance. Some rich patroness, apparently. However, his breath caught at the figure assisting the newcomer. Long dark hair, cascading over purple robes. A touch of mascara and lip gloss, highlighting more mature features.

Maya.

There had been furtive phone calls and tearstained letters, but this was the first time he’d seen her in person since his badge was taken. He almost wanted to hide. However, any escape was rendered impossible, when he found Trucy chatting with Pearl, who had a growth spurt. He felt Maya’s gaze on him, unable to meet hers, until the convention ended and the girls declared they wanted to get dinner together. So, they ended up at a ramen shop, receiving generous bowls. Trucy and Pearl held an excitable conversation, Maya offering small compliments about the food.

In the dark blue evening, they returned to the hotel. Phoenix carried Trucy, as he walked alongside Maya and a staggering Pearl. Their room was because of Maya’s employer, she explained, who liked the occult. It was certainly a far cry from the Wright Talent Agency; Pearl crashed onto a large silk-covered bed, while Maya insisted on giving them some of the goodies. He couldn’t bring himself to walk away. In his arms, Trucy stirred, her brows creasing in internal turmoil. Pearl rolled onto one side, then the other. Maya started to hum, that became a verse under her breath, in a low, soothing song. The girls grew calmer, and Phoenix felt like breathing was a little easier.

“This is my happiness, I want you to know. I’ll turn to the sky, and keep singing by the window.” She handed over the bag, with a brave smile. “Here you are, Nick.”

He managed to choke out. “Thank you, Maya. For this, and the singing.”

“Not a lot else to do under a waterfall, so vocal training must have paid off.” She deflected. “I’m getting stronger, so I can help you. Just…please, wait. You’ll have your badge back, I know you will.”

He could only nod and pull his beanie further down. More than ever, he wanted to believe in her words.

***

The thought didn’t occur to Phoenix until they were stateside again. Outside the airport, it was pitch black. Bleary-eyed with jet lag and adjusting his watch out of Khura’in time, he asked Maya. “Where are you staying?”

“I guess I can find a hotel room.” She yawned.

After everything that had happened? “Or, you can stay over with me.”

Her eyes widened.

He quickly corrected. “And Trucy! I think she invited Pearl too, I’ll call…” Embarrassed, he brought out his phone and let the girls know, who said they’d have hot drinks and their bedding ready.

“Separate rooms, Daddy?” Trucy innocently asked.

“Y-yes, of course!”

“Aw, okaaay. See you soon.”

As they waited for the cab, they sat in an empty area. Maya gave a bemused look at his suitcase but instead, she said. “You know, I don’t think I’ve said it enough times, but thank you, Nick.”

“I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. And now, you’re home again.”

“Yes, it’s so good to be back.” She ran her fingers through her sleek dark hair, closing one eye.

“If you want to rest, you can use my shoulder.”

“I’ll take you up on that.” And she promptly did.

Phoenix dropped his gaze; their hands were an inch apart, and carefully, his moved closer, just enough for the slightest touch. She shifted, but didn’t speak. Still, he recognized that she was awake. It just felt right to summon his voice, into a tune from one of his daughter’s shows. A closing, and an invitation to see another magic act soon.

And unexpectedly, Maya began to quietly sing. Low warm notes, climbing to that pure bright soprano. “Tides may ebb and flow, and the sun may rise and fall. Still, you’re with me through it all.”

He held his breath. He didn’t want to miss a single second.

“The shell you gave me sings a lullaby of the waves. It takes me back to that summer day.” She paused. “My mom and Mia used to sing this to me, but that’s all I remember of it.”

“It was wonderful.”

“Even in my exhausted state?”

“Not that I could tell. You’ve always had a cute voice.” He murmured.

Her hand bumped his, in protest. But she didn’t draw away. In the next instant, he captured her wrist, and she twisted around to intertwine their fingers. “Probably, no karaoke yet. At least, for now, I can sing just for you.”

He couldn’t resist smiling. “I’m glad.” And maybe, a little thrilled he was the sole exception. He did like her singing voice very much. The minutes stretched on, and he was on the verge of dozing off when his phone rang with the cab’s arrival. Their hands remained in place, as they wheeled their luggage through the airport. And they walked into the cool night, towards a well-deserved homecoming.

[maiuowrites]

There's a rumor spreading...

A rumor to which will endanger my life.

Not just mine, but those who work below me, as well...

I'm not fond of lies spreading, but I have my ways of dealing with misjift cowards trying to derail the trust I worked hard into this annoying existence I was brought into.

The rumor is that I have been having a relationship with my Second Commander...

Whoever brought that up will be found and brought to my own hands of Justice. They better HoPe I don't find them... For my works are legendary in this world.

Ribba the Rabbit; Though affectionately called that by family, makes me somewhat regretful I allowed her to join the stats of these beings I command.

Oddly an aloof and dimwitted female rabbit monsters with the mindset of a toddler on the best of days; Always smiling and laughing where she can, constantly getting my Soldiers riled up and playing along with her games... Ribba has even gotten my brother into her antics, but that isn't as shocking with my brothers records.

However, besides the obvious downfalls of her personality, there are some good qualities to her.. The only few saving graces to being in this pandemonium world of ours.

Ribba's speed and hindsight of not needing to see where she strikes an enemy; Able to deal either deathly wounds or just an ounce of their life; Has gained her the nickname "Brisk Lapin".

Having another pair of hands to do that is a feature; Something not many of the others can do. Otherwise, I wouldn't have her in my quadrants to begin with...

Another is how she can keep the HoPe of the others alive. Her ability to be almost carefree and flowing with many creatures down here have easily broken up many fights. She says she doesn't have patience's, just plenty of experience when her toddler siblings would fight... Her tactics are that of a Mother, but it works. Annoyingly so.

But there is something odd with my Second Commander... I have noticed her ears will twitch first to others when they speak to her; But I suspect it's a power stance which I can admire.

Noticed the things others wouldn't with her paws; how she will tap certain items like tables with items on them and slightly hover her fingers until she reached the desired item in question. Or how she fumbles and makes it look like she's a clumsy rabbit...

Whether it's to have others guess her techniques and wonder how she got into my army's ranks or there is actually something wrong with her is still a secret I will be finding out on a later date.

For now; How could I possibly have any connection to a creature who is so opposite to myself in ways of personality? She doesn't even strike fear into others. She doesn't growl, doesn't yell, and takes those who yell at her rather than standing up for herself...

... But I saw that if it's for those under her; She stands up and shows a different side to that-... Disgustingly sweet side.

They have written in terms of how she strikes fear into those who have harmed her section. Issuing in some deaths, which from the aspects of the situation; Were unavoidable.

Perhaps-... The Judge wasn't wrong when they assigned her to being the new Second Commander.

...

Why would I care though?

She's just a rabbit monster; The shortest breed there is, as well. Normally used in the Parlor of Muffet's as prostitute's, somehow missed the memo & joined the ranks...

Perhaps that is why such a rumor is spreading...

...

It's a good thing I just found the deceitful imbecile, brave enough to run their mouth with me right behind him.

Time to show them not to mess with the Black Executioner.

[defectivefanboy]

(the one who asked for the oral hcs,,) AFAB male reader please !! hence why i didn't specify fems.

Thank you for responding! I realized afterwards (and from a commenter) that AFAB doesn't always mean fem reader, but my little itty bitty pea brain couldn't register anything else in the moment, Sorry 'bout that.

It may seem a bit OOC or something Crimson might not even do ,, but can we get some cunnilingus hcs with Crimson x AFAB s/o???

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???

C/W: Cunnilingus, Possessive Crimson, slight voyerism?? (sorry al), mentions of overstimulation, Degrading

Notes: this took a bit longer to write, and I low-key feel like it's dry. Im still a bit shy with smut and NSFW, other then that I hope you enjoy

Cunnilingus with Crimson...

never thought I would ever write that...

I'm just surprised as he is on how you two got here.

Let's state the facts he'll NEVER be on his knees, opting to have you placed upon the closest desk, table, shit even a tall wall. Anything he can find.

Other than the fact he's an old man and probably has bad knees. He's still believes he's took good for that.

He'll save that for his darling. You do look better down there anyway. <3

Continuing on....

He started off the day as a man hungry for power, guess he never met you.

It's like he's a starved man when he sets you upon the table, head tucked between your legs.

That high class and expensive front he puts on for show is stripped down to a sloppy mess.

His face is covered in your cum as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

I don't know who's pleasure he's doing it for anymore, yours or his

He will say it for yours as he forces another orgasm out of you, wiping his cheek on your thigh with a sly smirk,

"Tsk, look at the mess you made. Now who do you think is gonna have to clean this up? You need to be taught a lesson, brat..."

"taught a lesson" he says as he drives right back down between your legs, his tongue happily taking its place inside you once again.

And if you grab his horns to pull him closer, better not have anything planned for the rest of the day... or two.

You're just telling him to indulge himself in you, and who is he to say no.

Especially when the roll of your hips on his face contradicts the pleads for him to take a break or slow down.

Sorry, my love that's simply not possible.

Not when he just started jerking himself off as he licks you clean after another orgasm.

Oh he definitely keeps your underwear.

He’s a major pervert. Im sorry, but sir why do you know where to get an abundance of dildos? And who just INSTALLED WITHOUT QUESTION??

So remember to keep in mind every time he slips them off you. They will just end up in his pocket...

and if he doesn’t have pockets well, he’ll just hand them to Alessio, his right hand man/body guard.

“No need to worry about him, doll. He’s just here to make sure no can interrupt us.~ Isn’t that that right, Alessio.”

The shark would keep his eyes on the door, even the mob bosses right hand man wasn’t allowed to sneak a peak.

Last time that happened Crim almost lost a right hand man.

Crimson’s a greedy man, but if you were to ask either Al or you, he was a glutton.

and it seems the two became the perfect mix when it came to his darling.

All he needed you to do is to sit there and look pretty for him. You'll behave for him, right?

His only issue is he make it a priority to ruin you the minute you walk into his line of sight.

After all this mob work he deserves to have some down time, yeah?

Better not have worn anything that cost too much, he's not patient enough to have you to let you slip out of what your wearing.

He rather just rip what ever covers your body off instead.

You did get all dressed up for him didn’t you? He should be allowed to unwrap his gift in anyway he sees fit.

all you have to do is spread your legs for him, just for a little bit won't you? You don’t even have to get him off… at least not right now <3

Though, he’s not keen on asking twice and he’ll definitely not gonna beg.

If you tease him enough, a growl will rumble from his the back of throat as his gold tooth makes itself known.

But when he finally gets you, the grip on your thighs leave an angry bruise in its wake.

Two of his fingers slipping into your plush walls, while he gets lost in thought sucking on his favorite bundle of nerves.

And while this is all happening he'll stare up at you with a degrading look.

"Is that really all it takes for you to submit to me? A few fingers in you and you finally shut up for once. What a spoiled brat you are."

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

5: It Has Begun...

♪───✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

You want to say that you and Napstablook became friends fast, but the unfortunate truth is that you haven’t seen him in the last six days since you’ve been in the Ruins. Toriel mentioned that she rarely sees that monster in the Ruins, so it’s likely he lives somewhere else in the Underground.

Fucking bummer, man.

So, unfortunately, you couldn’t have a cool bond with the shy ghost. But! There was a certain monster type that you unironically vibed with pretty well.

Yeah, that’s right.

Migosp.

It is THE unlikely friendship of the century. You can’t describe how fucking wacky this shit is, all he be doing is just DANCING his little butt off! You ran into him by accident a few days ago when going on a grocery trip with Toriel (you always forget the Ruins/ Underground is a LOT bigger than what’s accessible in the game), and Toriel was ready to throw hands in your honor.

But Migosp?

He just danced it off.

Literally.

As a joke, you hit that yoinky sploinky to join him as a show of good faith. But what you didn’t know was that it was practically an invitation for Migosp to declare you as the best dance partner in the history of Forever. He practically followed you and Toriel to the store, just dancing without a care in the world and pointing at you to take your turn at hitting the gritty.

Is the Author using enough Gen Z words yet? Probably not.

While Migosp wasn’t the greatest companion (“What? I don’t feel like talking. I just wanna dance!”), he liked you enough that he stuck around whenever you saw him. You doubt he’d protect you if there was a threat, but he was there for sure.

Froggit was another monster type that you love so much. They just wanted pets and compliments for most of the time. Some of them would even solve the puzzles for you and Toriel whenever they see you come by to save you time. You remember that they are pretty intimidated by Toriel, so it is possible that they’re only nice to you because of her. But you want to think that you’re likable enough for them to want to befriend you naturally.

Now the Loox monsters…

They were just… kind of there. You try not to stare at them, but they are a lot scarier in person than in-game (go figure).

All of the monsters are bigger in person than you thought. You suppose it’s because they are monsters that they will naturally be bigger than a human such as yourself. A monster like Loox, for example, is 4’5 (137cm) tall.

THAT SHIT IS TERRIFYING!!

Still, the Loox monsters are on good enough terms with you. They avoid you in fear of being picked on, but then get happy to talk to you when they realize that you won’t bully them. Vegatoids fell into the same category if you’re honest. As long as you ate your greens, they had no qualms about leaving you alone.

Moldsmal encourages you to let out your inner hoe-bag, no surprise there. There is that very fine line though since you’re supposed to be a “kid,” but hey! Maybe all sexy wiggles don’t have to be inherently sexual! Slowly but surely, you can revamp the sexy wiggle to be a sexy wiggle rated E for Everyone.

As for the Whimsun…

They avoided you like the fucking plague. You guessed it was to be expected; they could barely handle Frisk and they were just a little fella.

All in all, your first week in the Ruins? Pretty swell! It’s… It’s boring at times, sure, but it's better than possibly dying.

Today marks the second week (You think…?), and as you’re making your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast, you notice a note on the table left by Toriel, as well as an old phone.

“My dear child,

I will be gone for a couple of hours. In the meantime, please stay within the house, will you not? I cannot bear the thought of you being hurt and me not being there in time to protect you.

Just in case, I will leave you with this cellphone. If you need me for anything, don’t be afraid to give me a call.

Be good, alright?”

A small squeeze in your chest makes you furrow your brows. You don’t really know what that is about, so you just ignore it. You suppose there’s nothing else to do about it; you need to stay in for today until the goat mom gets back. You pick up the phone and turn it in your hand to inspect it. It looks like an old Blackberry phone, but there isn’t a symbol to indicate its brand.

Turing it on, there isn’t much on here other than a calling and texting feature, and the only contact available is Toriel’s.

You sigh quietly and set it back down on the table.

Well…

You glance over to the bookshelf Toriel keeps neat and tidy by the fireplace. You guess you can start reading to pass the time. If you get bored, you can just read the other books in Toriel’s room, too.

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Toriel closes the door behind herself, carrying a few paper bags in her arms. She had been gone longer than she anticipated, it was already lunchtime, and lost track of time. She first went to visit her mysterious friend from the other side of the Ruins. She had forgotten to visit him a few days prior since she had been so caught up in your arrival.

She didn’t feel right to reveal your identity just yet. Not because Toriel doesn’t trust this mystery man, but more out of respect for your privacy. You’re still human, and you might not appreciate her going to tell anyone that information unless you’re comfortable with it.

After all, from what you’ve been telling her, you will be staying in the Underground for a while. You expressed a few times that you don’t desire to go home, nor are you in a rush to leave the Ruins. As it stands right now, you seem content with living with Toriel for as long as she’ll allow it.

And Toriel is VERY happy to have you stay with her.

It’s been so long since someone had visited her and wanted to stay with her, that your presence is warming and healing a very lonely part of her. Every person who has fallen down into the Underground was always so eager to go back to the surface. But you? You seem to understand better than the other humans that if you leave, you’ll die. Perhaps that’s the main reason why you are staying in the Ruins, but whatever the reason is, you’re choosing to spend this time with Toriel.

Of course, she also appreciates her mysterious friend and his company. But there’s only so much a voice and funny jokes can do to keep her company, especially when she gets that underlying feeling that… He only stays around because maybe he feels like he has to at this point.

Before you, Toriel was content with accepting that. That her loneliness had gotten too much to bear, that she would accept any companionship even if it felt like “it has to happen.”

But you’re here now. You don’t make her feel that way. Yes, you’re only staying in the Ruins because you don’t want to die, but you’re not only hanging out with her because you have to, or because you’re obligated to. The small city that lies further into the Ruins has a few inns that you could easily reside in with the help of Toriel.

But no.

Every day, you greet her happily with a good morning. Every day, you ask her if she has any plans for the day. Even on the days when Toriel wants to do nothing at all, you’re happy to sit in silence with her, reading a book or just babbling about your life adventures as the monster happily listens.

Toriel loves your company. Yes, you might be an adult woman, but she will still answer you fondly as: “My child.”

Just like now.

“Ah, I am deeply sorry that I am running later than usual. I had gotten a bit–preoccupied,” Toriel calls out into the home, “But if it makes up for it, I bought a few kits so we can pick up new hobbies. Doesn’t that sound like fun, my child?”

…

But nobody answered.

“[Y/n]?”

Toriel carefully drops the bags and speedwalks to the lounge first, anxiety building in her chest–

It dissipates immediately as she smiles in relief. Your punk-ass is asleep at the dining table, hunched over with your face mushed onto an open book. It looks like you got halfway before passing out. There is a plate of pancakes on the table as well, set where Toriel usually takes her own seat whenever you two have meals together.

Seems like you were waiting for her to have breakfast together.

Her soul clenches in both fondness and slight sadness.

As much as Toriel adores your company, even she is not blind to the other, untouched issue. You are still human. You cannot withstand long periods of time doing nothing and be completely content with it. You are clearly the type who needs something new to do if the stories of your life on the surface were anything to go by.

Toriel carefully pulls your chair back and pulls you out to carry you (perks of being one of the stronger monsters in the Underground, it wouldn’t matter how much you weighed, she could still carry you) to the room you’re staying in. The bed is a little too small for you, as it was made for a child. But the other room under renovation is more of a storage room at this point, so it would be much of a hassle to clean it out at this point.

Maybe you will appreciate the new activities Toriel had bought for you two to share.

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Six months.

It’s been six months since the last Reset.

Six months since Frisk had Reset the timeline from the very beginning and just… left. There hasn’t been any sign that they’ll return, no sign that this is all just some sick joke. Frisk had done a full Reset to the “beginning” and left all the monsters in the Underground for the past six months.

There had never been a gap this long in between Resets, and it was giving Sans the strongest paranoia. He’s slowly coming to terms that maybe Frisk had finally gotten bored of them, or maybe they’re showing him some Mercy and this is their weird way of doing it.

But…

But why set them all back Underground? Why couldn’t Frisk just leave them on the surface? They didn’t even make it to the Judgement Hall last time when the Reset had been so abrupt. Was the anomaly becoming unsatisfied from experiencing the same thing over and over? Sans isn’t sure what the anomaly is, but it stopped after Frisk had left.

He had almost been worried that Frisk was back again when Toriel didn’t show up a few days ago to one of their regular meet-ups. It threw him off that Toriel seemed a little… eager to cut the conversation short to go somewhere else today. He jokingly asked if there was someone else she was looking forward to talking to, but she didn’t give any leeway if that were the case.

Maybe… Maybe it’s just been too long since he’s been able to… live. After all these years of constant timeline Resetting left and right. Strong friendships become less worth investing in, and certain types of affection fade into platonic feelings when the magic of those feelings dies off. As much as it annoys him, the Resets have done a lot of damage to him that would make any angsty teen cringe.

Maybe now, he’s in the clear. Maybe now, Sans can be bothered to try and enjoy things once again.

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You grin widely at the boss monster, “You sure you wanna spend New Year’s Eve here, Toriel? I didn’t think this kinda place was your scene!”

“This kinda place” is a small, reclusive bar in the small city in the Ruins. It’s only been nine days since you fell into the Ruins, and while Christmas wasn’t exactly a great day to celebrate for you guys (neither of you knew each other enough to even want to celebrate it), you and Toriel bonded with each other enough at this point to spend New Year's Eve together. Thankful that you’re of legal age, Toriel suggested that you two go out drinking to get shit-faced (your words, not hers).

“I don’t ever… I haven’t been able to celebrate with anyone in a long time. I know there isn’t much to do at home, so I figured it’d be more fun for the both of us to have fun here,” Toriel looks up at the large timer counting down that had been put up specifically for this day. “Are you not enjoying this?”

“Oh, are you kidding me? I haven’t been able to get shit-faced since I started my last semester!” You grin, leaning against her, “Let’s drink so much, that we immensely regret it tomorrow!”

Toriel laughs and holds up her drink, “To our health!”

You do the same, clinking your glass against hers: “To my favorite liver!!”

“What’s a liver!!”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just drink!! WOO!!”

“WOO!!”

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A/N: I know that the Anomaly is "the player in canon, but not 'round here, partner. Not 'round here

[maelstroumwaterfall]

Arbormagic Syndrome | Chapter 13

Merula came back to her common room when it was almost already a curfew. There, in her dorm room she almost immediately spotted a letter that was right behind the door. There were no words needed to guess it was from Rowan. She took it and quickly sat down at the edge of the bed to open and read the message he left for her.

"Merula! Tomorrow we're going to the Forbidden Forest with Ismelda and Bill. I have also told Barnaby we were going to investigate the cave Maelström told me about. He wants to go with us too. Hope you'll be able to help us. We're meeting near the training field at 5 p.m."

- Damn it.. - she mumbled and threw the letter away. She had to go to the secret lab in the Potions classroom almost at the same time. She doubts she would be able to convince Snape to change the meeting time or at least find him since it seemed that he planned to go 'missing'.

She tried to think of an excuse that wouldn't make her look suspicious or just cold towards the situation. She wanted to help, to do everything to prevent other deaths and the coming danger but she'd obviously do it better with Snape than with them. They didn't even know if the cave exists, Maelström could easily just make up a cool story. The thought of disappointing Rowan was worrying her for some reason, more than it usually would.

Her heart still felt heavy after she agreed with Snape on testing every early version of vaccine on the students. She didn't know how yet, Sirius said he would explain later. She would for sure be doing it secretly, and that's the only thing she knew. The only thought about not succeeding in making a vaccine was making her feel dreaded, she was going to risk other's lives for the sake of saving more.

What if someone will find out? What will people be thinking about her? What if everything will be in waste? How many people will they have to sacrifice? She didn't want to think about any of this right now but the thoughts were coming themselves.

She managed to have a very short sleep. When it was a time to go to the Great Hall for a lunch she tried to avoid Rowan as much as possible but failed miserably and as soon as she sat down at her house's table she was approched by a familiar black-haired Slytherin.

- Merula! Have you read my letter? - he asked with a worried tone of voice, looking at her with a kind of hope in his eyes. After all she would probably be most of help as she was the first one to find out about the parasite. She knew more than others anyways and Merula could also admit that seeing the cave and the insides of herself would be useful.

- Yeah.. I know you're going to the Forbidden Forest that evening.. It'll give us a great progress if we find at least something there. - she responded in a whisper, making sure nobody else could hear her. She tried to appear confident, not wanting him to even suspect that something "important" might get in her way again, yet, she was already coming up with all the possible excuses.

- Sure. I have already made a plan for us.. At first..

- Wait. - Merula interrupted, noticing that Professor Dumbledore was actually going to give another speech while everyone was in the Great Hall. She couldn't quite see through his expression if the situation was really that dangerous or they already had a plan for dealing with the parasite. Rowan sighed and also turned to see him, already feeling the growing tension in the seconds of silence. Everyone already knew about a death of a student and disappearance of at least two other ones.

Merula thought he was probably going to at least tell the students what she told them so they would at least be careful with using magic but what she heard was that right now they all were going to have their wands checked on the presence of the traces of a parasite. The ones who has got such will be put on a quarantine they organized in Hospital Wing. She didn't know if there were other infected students besides Penny and probably Barnaby.

But they for sure know she can't be infected? Her wand had those traces for a long while already and she still doesn't have any symptoms she saw from Maelström and Penny. Or does she? She haven't used it since she noticed there was something wrong with it, after all. She unintentionally concentrated on her feelings, trying to get if she feels something strange or unusual. The mere thought about slowly losing her mind like it did Maelström was making her feel terrified and dreaded.

Was he still sane when he tried to kill her? She for sure heard him talking, his muffled words could barely be recognized as a human speech but she clearly remembered that moment and couldn't be wrong. She would never forget any second of it, even now she felt a phantom pain and remembered the terrifying feeling of being so close to death.

During the time she was thinking the students already started going to show off their magical wands. Rowan looked down at her with a hint of uncertainty, knowing what she's thinking about is if she'll be put on quarantine. If she does, the whole plan about making the vaccine will be ruined and who knows how many people will die before the vaccine is made?

-What are you going to do? They might decide not to take a risk. I know you told them everything but.. Nobody really know how it works and we also can't know if you're not infected too... - he glanced to the others, he wasn't sure but it looked like at least ten of the students he spotted nearby looked suspiciously hesitant and nervous.

-It'll be fine. They know I'm not infected or I'd already go mad like Maelström did. - she tried to reassure with a feigned confidence in her voice. In truth, she already thought of a way to avoid the situation and the best thing she could think of is to find an urgent thing to do and rush away from the Great Hall while nobody sees. - I'll come back right away. I.. Um.. I left my wand in the dorm room.

- I'll be waiting for you. I still have a lot to tell you. - Rowan nodded and gave her a faint smile, though it couldn't hide his concern. He still didn't know what was with Merula yesterday and the fact that Maelström was behaving similar way before he's gone mad only made his worries worse. He started avoiding others and spending time Merlin knows where, never explaining anything. Despite that, Khanna genuinely hopes that it's just him exaggerating things.

As soon as she was out of anyone's side she rushed down the corridor and stairs. She wasn't quite sure where she should go but as she reached the Dungeons she instinctively sneaked inside the ruins of the Potions Classroom. She tried to remember what did Snape do before the entrance of the secret lab appeared.

She tried everything, pulling the bricks out of the a wall, pressing down on them, finding the ones who seem off but all in waste. She thought about hiding somewhere 'till it's time Snape stated. It could be quite dangerous outside, the creatures from the Forbidden Forest are currently walking very near the roads and the Hogwarts grounds so she would have to hide in the Hogwarts walls.

She could probably hide in the Artefact room but there was also a high risk to be spotted. Her thoughts were interrupted by someone walking inside the room and calling out for her.

- What are you doing here?! You have to be in the Great Hall! - shouted a repulsive, slightly husky voice. The sudden appearance of Filch made Merula flinch and she immediately turned back to see his scowled grimase and Mrs. Norris hissing at her.

- They already know I'm healthy! I just came from there. - she immediately came up with the response. She couldn't help but scowl at him, of all people, of course he would be the one to ruin her plans but her expression slowly softened as she remembered he was actually the one who helped her get away from Maelström even though she didn't know if it was intentionally. After all, he for sure found her because of Maelström's yelling at her and her attempts to call for help, that meant that Filch probably knew where he was going and even brought her to the Hospital Wing by himself. That let her know he's not actually a bad person.

- Yes? We should probably go and check that out, don't we? - he stepped in, already gesturing her to go out of the room and most likely to follow him back to the Great Hall. She already made a step forward.

- No need for that, she's with me. You better go and watch the students in the Great Hall. Who's fault will it be when it turns out when the infected students who weren't put on quarantine start killing everything they see? - said a familiar, low voice behind him and Merula couldn't help but sighed in a relief.

Filch wanted to say something but the only thing they got from him was another frowned grimase. - Let's go, Mrs. Norris, to a place where there will be no people protecting violators.

Merula glanced at Snape with a look of guilt. How could she forget? He warned her about coming check and quarantine for the possibly infected students.

- I see my words came out for you as nothing as a wind to your mind? - he said in low voice, clearly with not a positive attitude. After all, it could bring troubles to both of them. He made sure there was nobody else and without looking at Snyde, came inside and now Merula could see how it was working. She didn't see it before when he did it for the first time, probably just thinking too much about what was to come as she was really nervous that day.

He took out a small glass flask of Dragon Poison and spilled it over the line between the slightly cracked brick that looked also a little burnt after the explosion. Of course she wouldn't be able to open the entrance even in the slightest. She even cursed herself for being so stupid and thinking she could really do it by herself.

He gestured her to walk in and as soon as she was inside again, she felt a sense of relief. It was hard to believe she was the only one knowing about that place, besides Snape. Before she could say anything he spoke up first as if reading her mind.

- You'll be locked up as soon as you walk up back in the Great Hall. - he stated and walked towards the organizers with the Potion flasks and ingredients. - You'll have to stay unnoticed while working on a vaccine.

- But.. How.. I can't just sit here for say and.. Also.. You said, I'll have to.. test the vaccine on the others, I'll have to go out from here over time. - she already felt a slight disgust on her tongue even before saying about testing the early versions of vaccine on the others, she still didn't know how she was supposed to do that, though she could guess. Suddenly, she remembered Rowan, who was still waiting for her in the Great Hall and hoped she would help..

- That's why I let you in earlier than I stated. - he took one of the flasks and Merula could immediately recognize the Polyjuice Potion without even thinking. Of course, he'd leave all the most useful potions in the safer places.

- I will have to pretend being someone else? But who? I'll get caught right away as soon as two same persons appear in sight. - she said though she thought that there could be a possibility about taking the physical form of the students who went missing. She knew only two of them, Ben and Tonks though she heard there were others students who have been considered missing for a week or more already. - Only if we find something from the missing students but.. It's gonna be difficult and the person can easily just.. suddenly come back.

- I'm sure the person you're gonna be won't. - as he said that, she got that he probably has already prepared for that. After all even though he warned her yesterday, she wouldn't be able to do much to avoid being noticed besides just hiding sonewhere all day long. His words somehow made her feel uneasy. How was he so sure that person wouldn't suddenly be found or come back? - Ben Copper.

- What? You know where he is? Nobody saw him since the recent incident with Waterfall.. - she asked, being barely able to hide the lingering suspicion in her voice, knowing it would most likely annoy him or who knows what else might happen. She didn't get any proper answer though.

- No need to ask useless questions. I've already told you more than enough. I hope you still know what will happen if you tell someone else at least something. - he reminded with a death glare. She tried to keep in mind that he will most likely just erase her memory but his glare was still a lot threatening and dangerous.

She knew that if she keeps asking she'll only make it worse. Her suspicious about him increased but for now, she decided to just stay by his conditions and maybe she'd find out everything later. She nodded and watched as he put a few already prepared flasks with Polyjuice Potion on the table. They were was most likely made yesterday as he stayed in the secret room while she left. He had more there, she'd need it as the potion's effect is temporary.

She took it and carefully put it in the pocket of her robe and suddenly, an idea appeared in her mind. She already thought about investigation in the cave in the Forbidden Forest, where Rowan supposed the parasite came from, would be more of use then spending first starting hours with that bit of information she, and maybe Professor Snape, have.

- Professor Snape, I.. Rowan asked me to go to an investigation in the Forbidden Forest that evening.. - she started carefully, keeping her voice still. - He supposes there's a cave where parasite came from.. Maelström told him about that before he's gona mad. I could go there as Ben if it's possible..

She couldn't quite tell if he found that idea more profitable too, but he leaned just slightly closer while listening. She had to wait for his his response for almost a minute, he seemed to be considering and thinking about the possible danger. She remembered that the roads from and to Hogsmeade were closed due to the extremely aggressive animals attacking people.

People in Hogsmeade and villages that were near had to hide in the basements as the creatures were breaking into the houses and crushing everything. There was only one owl from Hogsmeade since, it was probably still very dangerous there but if the creatures are still there, than there's less of them in the forest.

It was possible to enter the Forbidden Forrest from above and then carefully get to the cave. She wondered if Snape was thinking about the same thing and in the next second he suddenly spoke up.

- You have to go with them, after that, you'll go back here. That night we'll make a first version of vaccine. - he stated now with actually a less threatening and low voice. Merula couldn't believe her ears, trying to create a first version of vaccine this night already, with the least information they have, well, maybe, she'll get more after the investigation in the cave. She could understand why he was in such hurry, he was about to endure the same fate as Maelström and considering what she saw it actually better to be dead than endure everything the parasite makes you to.

She couldn't help but thought if he actually felt fear or at least worry about that. She couldn't see anything through his expression and she wouldn't even guess there's something wrong with him if she didn't accidentally noticed the traces of the parasite on his wand. He even brought her here, the place he was the only one knowing about probably for years and told her about his plans. He also seemed like he knew something too, the way he didn't answer her question about Ben and looked quite confident when talking about creating a first version of vaccine right that night. Maybe he knew something about other missing students? She also wondered where was the one who attacked him, she couldn't find anything in the ruins of the Potions Classroom. All of that was making her feel even more conflicted about her choice but she's already chosen her side.

[sadnesslaughs]

Every time you die, you receive points based on your actions while living that you can spend on your next life or save. Your past lives have been saving points for a very long time.

(A response to a writing prompt)

God didn’t expect a knock at his door this evening, especially since a meeting with God costed a mortal one hundred thousand life points. He stroked his wiry beard hairs, grooming the white beard before letting the stranger in. Even if he was God, those omnipotent powers of his didn’t fully extend into the realm of heaven. Sure, he could see and control everything on Earth, but Heaven had its own rules, allowing the angels and citizens a sense of privacy. After all, nothing bad can ever happen in heaven, so God doesn’t need to have eyes everywhere.

He expected to be greeted by an angel. Perhaps a new angel that hadn’t fully learned how to book a meeting with God through their calendar system. Instead, he was greeted by a human, one with greasy black hair and a slack posture. The man looking perpetually tired, still carrying the weight of his Earthly struggles on his shoulders. A weight that would soon be lifted by the comforts of heaven.

“Ah, my child. How nice of you to visit! You must be a devoted believer to use that many life points on me. It’s rare to find anyone that’s saved up that many points. Most use them as soon as they become available.”

“Guess I’m smarter than most.” Alex scanned the room, surprised to find that God’s office looked like a mix of a typical business conference room and a dentist’s office. The pristine wooden table surrounded by a sterile white wall, with only a single window that let in the blinding white angelic light of the clouds outside. “I’m not even really a believer. Well, I believe you exist, would be weird if I didn’t. I mean, in the sense that I don’t believe in the rules you set for humanity.”

God watched Alex groan as he settled into the office chair, body cracking as it pushed against the stiff back of the office chair. After letting the man get comfortable, God spoke. “I’m sorry you don’t agree with my rules. If you wish to propose any changes, you can always ask an angel. They will happily put forward any proposed changes to me. Or, you can tell me about them now. I’m not a tyrant. I will listen to constructive criticism.”

The man smirked. “Yes, because we’ve seen so many changes over the last thousand years.” Alex teased, hanging an arm over the chair’s back. “Don’t be sorry about it. I’ll do a much better job when I’m a God.”

“When you’re a God? How do you intend to do that?”

“With my points. If a person cashes in ten million points, you will make them a god. That’s what it says on the rewards system you implemented. I wish to cash in my ten million points.” Alex saw God freeze, thinking over what the human before him was saying. Quickly, he pulled out a book from a drawer in his desk. The book fluttered open as soon as it hit the desk, landing on Alex’s name.

“Over eleven million points… How did you save that many? It’s not possible to do such a thing. Humans are greedy by nature. How did you resist the other temptations? You could have been a king, politician, or a celebrity. Why do you want to be a god? Surely one of your other lives would have given into temptation.” He slammed the book shut, scowling at him.

“You would think so, but no. I can’t speak for my past lives, but I assume they all shared the same thought process that I did. When they died and saw that massive number, they realized how meaningless the other prizes were. Why settle for the obvious prizes, when you can become a god? What’s another hundred lives in the grand scheme of things? So, ready to make me a god?” Alex rocked back on his chair, only growing in confidence as the God looked more bewildered.

“It’s not an actual prize that people are meant to take. It’s a novelty, something that’s so outlandish that people think it’s unachievable. No one else has ever done this. No mortal can consistently resist the temptations. One of your past lives was meant to give in and waste the points.”

“Guess I’m built different. Which is why I’ll make an excellent god.” The man stood up, walking beside God, leaning over the back of his chair. “We both know you can’t go back on your word, especially since these rewards were written in stone,” the man said, emphasizing the advantage he had in this situation.

“I hope you understand how hard it is to be a god. Directing mortal lives isn’t for the feint of heart. You will see horrors that you can’t imagine. You will have knowledge that will make you wish you couldn’t think. That is the curse of the divine.” God stated, tilting his head up to look at Alex, giving him a look of pity.

Alex pretended to mull over the words before rubbing the bald spot on God’s head. “Can’t be any worse than the curse of mortality. Before you make me a god, there is one last thing I want to cash in.”

“And what’s that?”

“One million points, cut god’s beard.” Alex slid a pair of scissors from his pocket, pulling God’s face forward with a harsh tug. “I’ll be quick.” Dragging the scissors through the beard, he left droplets of white hair all over the table, coating it in the fluff. “You’ve been beaten. I’ll make a world better than you ever could. You’ll become nothing.” After cutting the last hair, he sat himself on the edge of the table. “Now, my ten million points to become a god.”

God stared at the loose hairs, collecting a few of them in his palm. “You wish to become a god? Than a god you shall become.” He said, clenching his fist.

Alex felt a scorching pain through his body. His skin melting down, leaving only muscle. Even with the pain, he couldn’t scream, only falling forward onto his face. The skin quickly repairing itself, getting a red tint to its color. Finally, he could scream, holding his head as horns pushed through his skull.

“A god of the underworld suits you nicely. You can rule those who think they are above my rules and order. No god will ever be above me, for that is a sin.”

Alex pushed through the pain, staring up at the elderly man with a defiant grin. “I’ll be back for you. One day, you’ll regret not granting me my wish. I hope on that day you remember that things could have gone differently if you let me rule my own world.”

“I’m giving you a world to rule. Enjoy godhood.” With that, God cast Alex down into the underworld, giving him authority and power over the lost souls who weren’t worthy of being reborn. These people left to wander the darkness endlessly, with Alex now stumbling with them, still trying to figure out how to control his new powers.

[moraygrotto]

ok i would usually append this to the post i made publishing this ask from a while ago, but the tumblr app is being very unkind to me so i'm gonna try making a new one =_=

anyway mini fic!!! based on anon's stellar idea above

~💜~

Deuce slumped back in the leather booth, letting out a long "Hnnnnnnf~" of a sigh. He was bigger than Epel, and hence should have been better off, but it was visible how much he had eaten. His belly was pudged further out beneath his T-shirt than it was when the pair arrived at the diner, and Epel could hear each of his shallow breaths. Charming as he never failed to be, Deuce also got sleepy when he ate well.

Epel leaned his elbows on the table, looking upon the remains of their shared feast. Crumpled, oil-stained paper sat atop skeletal french fry trays. A depleted puddle of ketchup was congealing atop his plate, which was otherwise empty save for crumbs. A clean-scraped soup bowl sat at the summit of a stack of dishes, and clear cups stood majestically all around: four were drained of soda, and two were emptied of all the milkshake they had once contained.

Epel, into whom about half the spread had vanished, felt ready to burst in the best possible way. "We cleaned that lunch right up, huh, Deuce?"

Deuce blinked slowly. "Totally," he said. "We were both hungry, I guess."

Epel swirled a straw around in the melting ice of his soda glass. "Helps to have someone you don't mind eatin' around, too. Like, really eatin'; you know?"

When Epel looked back up, Deuce was blushing. "I know," he replied, and as he gave a little chuckle, his mouth popped open, and a euphonic little burp burst out of him. "Oh my god," he said, immediately looking around. At this time of day, they were alone in the diner, and their waitress was in the kitchen. Deuce's stomach gurgled in the aftermath.

Finally, his eyes fell upon Epel. "I am so sorry," he said faintly, not an ounce of his prior sleepiness about him.

A flicker of competitiveness rose up within Epel, the dire need to teach him a lesson for thinking of him that way, like someone who wasn't gross as anyone else. He just as quickly quashed the feeling. Deuce looked so sheepish; Epel couldn't be mad.

Instead, he swallowed, straightened up, and gave his chest a thump.

Like a monster smashing free from a cage, a loud and rough belch thundered up out of Epel. As it echoed off the chrome-lined ceiling, he rubbed his chest, sighed, and smiled at Deuce. "Still sorry?"

Deuce's eyes were wide, and he sat stock-still. "Have I... never heard you burp before, Epel?"

"Mmgrp—Guess not," Epel said through the low gurgling of an afterburp.

"I don't know what to say," said Deuce.

"You don't have to say anything. I know I'm pretty good. Here—" He took a dry slurp at the dregs of his soda, feeling the air from the straw mingle with the cool drops of liquid down his throat. With one press to his full tummy, another burp spilled out of him, this one brassy, long, and powerful. Afterwards, his mouth tasted like his meal— part of that burp had come from deep inside him.

Grinning, Epel let out a contented breath. "Maybe if I keep goin', I'll have room for dessert~"

Deuce's eyes were darting around, but he was still blushing hotly. "Epel, we are technically in public..."

Epel took another slurp. "Yeah? So?"

"I mean..."

"Gurp—Why's the public so important, anyway? It feels good, and it ain't hurtin' anybody. I'm gonna keep burping all I want until somebody tells me to stop." He raised a playful eyebrow. "Are you tellin' me to stop, Deuce?"

"No!" Deuce blurted at once. "Honestly, I think that'd be a crime," he said more quietly. "Your burps are amazing."

Little conquest complete, Epel relaxed, leaned over, jabbed his straw into the melted ice of Deuce's soda glass, and slurped it dry in one suck. The liquid added pressure to his already packed belly, which drew his attention to a bubble of air he could feel gathering deep within him.

He squeezed his stomach muscles, shifted in his chair, and drew the burp up in one strident expulsion of air. He let his eyes fall shut as it burst out of him, rumbling through all his belly, chest, and throat like a massage.

As his stomach settled, he felt light, freed from a tight pressure he had barely noticed was bloating him up. He gave his belly a slap of contentment, then ran a hand through his bangs as he looked up at Deuce. "'Scuse me," he said.

Deuce had conceded to rub at his own tummy with one hand. "Can— Can I ask how you burp like that?" he stuttered.

Epel raised his eyebrows. "Same way you do, I reckon."

"I mean, so huge—"

"Heh, thank you." Epel wiped his mouth with a napkin, which somehow managed to jar another burp from him. "I know you mean that 'cause I'm so little, but I'll take it as a compliment."

Deuce took his fork, and squished a sesame seed from Epel's plate between the cleft of two tines, "Would you take offense if I said your burps were cute?" he said softly.

"No, but only 'cause it's you sayin' it." Epel gave his belly a probing squish. Despite having eaten so much, the pies du jour in their glass case were looking delicious. While Deuce still looked like he wanted to curl up somewhere and digest for a while, Epel wasn't sure he could abandon the desire for something sweet now that it had crossed his mind.

"Say, Deuce," he said, and picked at a corner of his paper placemat. "You don't have any room needs clearin' out in your belly, do you?"

[abbatoirablaze]

Racing Stripes, Chapter 27

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  angst towards the end, mentions of fighting, mentions of self-harm due to violence.

“Fancy seeing you here!”

Sugar couldn’t help but giggle at the driver, knowing that despite how he’d almost managed to nab a podium, he was still going to be tough on himself and sit in the garage, staring at his car, wondering what he could have possibly done any differently.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” he said slowly, suddenly feeling bad that he’d chosen her, and informed her that she could go back to the hotel as he’d had things that he ‘needed to do,’ before coming back with her, “i-I was going to be right behind you!  I-I just wanted a few moments to-”

“Lando,” she sighed lovingly as she made her way towards the driver in the midst of cutting him off.  He gave her a knowing look, both of them being saved from the continuation of his little lie.  Both of them knowing that had she not found him, he’d have sat in the garage until everything was packed up in the early morning hours, “you and I both know that there is no way you were going to show up before I fell asleep if I’d just gone back to your room!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle this time, knowing that she was all too right, “I would have tried…”

“No, you wouldn’t have!” she said with a shake of her head.

He nodded, “yeah…I guess you’re right…but I just wanted to come down here and think about the GP…I could have done better.  I should have done better!”

“Why are you so hard on yourself, Lando?” she asked softly, “why are you thinking about what you might have been able to do differently?  Why not just let yourself enjoy the moment?”

“Because I’ve worked too hard to just settle, Sugar,” he admitted from pursed lips, “you know me.  When have I ever just settled for anything?  I’ve always pushed forward for what I want…pushed towards every goal I’ve ever had…”

“Yeah…” she agreed softly, “it’s one of the many reasons I love you…your passion…your determination…it’s invigorating…but sometimes you need to learn you don’t need to be so hard on yourself.”

“If I hadn’t been, then I wouldn’t have got you!” he pointed out softly.

“You have me there,” she replied, walking until she was beside him.  She jumped up onto one of the tables and sat beside him before resting her head on his shoulder.  He reached out as she did, and they laced their fingers together, “but then again, you’ve always had me in some way or another, even when you were interning…”

Lando looked bashfully away from his girlfriend. 

But he didn’t need to look at her to feel her adjust her grip and re-lace their fingers.  For a moment he was comforted, until another thought raced into his mind.

“I’m scared about our future!” he admitted after a moment of silence in the garage.

“I am too, Lando…”

His eyes shot to hers as she lifted her head from his shoulder, “What?”

She nodded, “next season you’ll be off doing your own thing…and I’ll be doing mine.  I’ll be modeling, and you’ll be racing all across the globe.  Who’s to say you won’t find comfort with another motorsports girl…or some other worldly woman doesn’t catch your eye?”

“Impossible…I only have eyes for you,” he told her softly, “Do you think we won’t work out?”

“I hope we do…but you know me, Lando…I don’t ever get too comfortable…”

“We just have to be open, right?” he asked, “Make sure we don’t have a lapse in communication…I mean, it might be difficult at first, but-“

“We have the break to start figuring it out, Lando…” she reminded him, “I don’t want you getting too far ahead of yourself.  For as much as I’m making plans that I’ll never need, you overthink just as much.”

“Hey you know me,” he reminded her, “Two things I’m great at are overthinking and getting ahead of myself.”

“No, two things you are great at are being amazingly sweet, and forever passionate about what you really love!” she smiled, offering him the smallest of consolations within a few sweet words, “it’s one of the many reasons I love you….”

“It still boggles my mind that you love me…”

“Well get used to it, Norris, because there’s not a single way I would ever not be in love with you!”

“Yeah…” he smiled, “you say that now, but wait until I’m old and losing my hair.”

“Impossible!” she smiled, “you’re keeping those curly tresses forever!”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged playfully, “Stress can really get at a guy…Pierre was telling me that his hair is starting to thin out!”

“Enough teasing…Now come on…let’s go back to the hotel and get some fluids in you and shower!” she said sweetly as she jumped down from the table, “you’ve run yourself ragged this weekend and you need to relax.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What’s going on, Checo?”

“It’s nothing, Christian, I jus-“

“Well obviously it’s something,” their principal growled, “you just DNFed at eighteenth.  There was nothing wrong with the car originally and you ran it into the ground.  I’m going to need some answers out of you!”

“I don’t want to talk about it…”

“Checo?”

“Checo, I’m not forcing the kids to come on.”

“I just want to speak to them,” he all but pled as he held his phone close to himself.  Staring through the other side of the screen was his soon to be ex-wife with a discontented look on her face.  She had her hair tied up, and she was in her comfy clothes as she argued with the Mexican driver, “they are my children too and you can’t just keep them from me!”

“I’m not keeping them from you, Sergio,” she spat, “They don’t want to talk to you!”

“Well I want them to talk to me!” he argued, “It’s bad enough that I can’t be there and-“  

“You’re right!  You’re not here!” she growled at him, “maybe if you were here, you could walk down the hall and go to their bedrooms and talk to them, but you’re not.  And they’ve made it perfectly clear to me that they don’t want to talk to you over a phone!  They don’t want that sort of relationship with their father where they only see him on a screen!”

“They’re five and three,” he hissed, “they don’t know what they want!”

“It’s my job as their mother to protect them and look out for their best interests, Sergio!  And this is part of it,” she spat once more, “especially when their father isn’t home to do it!”

“I can’t be home!” he reminded her, his rage building inside of himself, “how the hell do you think the bills get paid, huh?  How do you think you don’t have to work?  Because week in and week out I do this!  This is how the kids stay clothed and fed.  This is the reason you have a roof over your head and money in your wallet.  I don’t ask for much!  I just want to talk to the kids on the pho-“

“NO!”

“Wh-what?”

“No,” she replied once more, her one syllable answer echoing in his mind, “I said no.  I’m not going to let you talk to the kids, because they do not want to talk to you!”

“My race starts in fifteen minutes,” he angrily replied, “just let me talk to them!”

“Goodbye, Checo!” she replied.

“Checo!”

The Mexican driver sat in his spot in the middle of the floor of the gym.  Broken glass and assorted equipment were scattered throughout the gym. 

But she was there amongst it all.  Her stockings ripped because of the glass digging into her flesh, but she didn’t care.  All she cared about was the driver who was so upset that he destroyed the whole gym in a hotel.

“Sergio…talk to me!” she begged him, “you’re scaring me, Sergio…please.  Just talk to me!”  

“The kids…” he answered simply as he sniffled to himself, “my wife-ex…she won’t let me talk to them.”

“Oh Checo,” she sighed, one hand reaching up to stroke his cheek, “I-I’m so sorry.”

“They’re my world, Bebe,” he whispered, feeling broken inside while he explained what had been going on with him, “and for weeks the calls have been getting sparse.  The kids are always doing something or not available.  She’ll spend a few minutes on the phone, and we argue…I just-how am I supposed to be here and there at the same time.”

“You can’t…”

“And that’s what is causing me to be absent in their lives,” he frowned, “I don’t know what to do, Bebe.  I can’t be there if I’m here, and I can’t be here if I’m there.”

“Well, the season ends soon…”

“Even then,” he frowned, “I’m just going to be going to an empty apartment.  The kids aren’t there.  The visitations will be few and far between…there’s nothing I can do.  And before you know it the next season will start and it’ll happen all over again!”

“Either way, it’s not a problem we can solve right now and in the middle of a broken up gym!” she reminded him, “it’s about the little steps, right?”

“I know…”

“Well how about we start by getting you up to your room?” she asked softly.  She reached down and grabbed his hands, showing him the backs of his knuckles, “how about you let me clean you up and we get you in the shower?”

“I just want to be alone…”

“Sergio,” she whimpered, shaking her head, “just because you feel alone doesn’t mean you have to walk the path alone…”

“I don’t deserve anyone to walk anywhere with me…” he huffed, “I can’t be a good husband or be there for my kids…can’t finish the race…I’m not doing any good anywhere.”

“Hey ,stop that,” he begged, dropping his hands, only to lift his chin with them, “you are an amazing, loving, passionate man, Sergio…I know that you’re going through a hell of a situation right now, but you’ll make it out on the other side…and do you know why?”

“Why?” he asked as one of her hands drifted away from his face and down to his chest.  He felt his breathing go shallow as she gazed deep into his eyes.

“Because of this,” she replied, touching just over where his heart was, “I’ve never met a man so devoted as you.  Whether it’s to your kids, or to your job…you’ll find a way, Sergio…”

Chapter 28

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16

[zerolostwalks]

✨🌈 👩‍💻 (if three is too many feel free to choose two!)

Hey Ash!! Thanks for the ask!!

(Snippet Ask Game)

✨ share a snippet featuring night time

From somewhere in the future of Even Though it Hurts (it doesn't really feature night time as of yet)

The silence fell heavy around them; Reggie refused to let it settle. “Julie wouldn’t do that.” “No.” Willie said, though his voice was as strained as the expression on his face. “But Caleb would.” “He can’t make her do that, though.” Reggie said leaning heavier on the stump they’d been using as a table. No one met his gaze as he looked over all his friends.  “I could.” Luke’s voice could barely be heard over the crackling of the fire. Tentatively he glanced up before second guessing himself and looking to his feet again, clutching his arm tight. “If-if I really wanted to, I could make any of you do anything I wanted.” “And no one knows what Caleb’s inclination is.” Alex muttered under his breath. “He’s had enough time and resources, he could have easily trained in more than one.” Willie says. Reggie’s heart sunk further in his chest, managing to break more than he thought was possible, at this rate he’d soon be no more than an empty husk. Flynn’s decisive voice, ringing loud and firm above everything else, was his only saving grace.  “Then we better go get her.”

🌈 share two lines that show the before/after of any growth a character made

Decided to not go with a WIP for this one (probably didn't need to stick with WIPs in the first place but it is what I chose). Also cheating because it's definitley more than two lines.

From: Every Turn a Surprise

Dawning looks of realization, tinged with hints of pity took over Flynn, Carrie, and Willie’s faces. Reggie followed their quick side glances to Julie, who quickly excused herself and practically sprinted away. Reggie was on his feet following her before he even realized it.

His focus was fully on Julie and the song now. It was just as amazing being able to sing with her. He bounced a little on his toes, he didn’t just get to hear her. He was going to sing with this beautiful angel! He could hardly keep still as they approached the first round of call and response in the song. 

👩‍💻 share a snippet that you worked on for a long time or struggled with

Another non-WIP one

From: A Line Without a Hook:

But it don’t mean I love you any less     Just ‘cuz no one else can see  <– Even you’re blind to (- how to fit??) The way my longing heart aches    Knowing you and I were never meant to be

[shy-magpie]

RQG 168

live blog under the cut

"stellar" "no Rusty Quill Gaming" Ah a Benterval for them redoing the intros sleepy

Bryn just asked us to cut Alex some slack, so I guess all that last episode was probably just him trying to (eta: sentence cuts off here not sure what I thought he was trying)

Poor Cel, even Sigguf dropped off on them. Oh honey they aren't dead.

Sigguf fell asleep as he tried to wake up Draal (one of the cohort); so he considered the cohort as equally worth waking.

Will Save for Zolf, 19. The ship is fighting him when he does those mis-steering power plays; but he can still over rule it.

Oh curse? Oh just wants to have more details on the magic the ship is under.

Detect Magic? Is this going to be like when Sasha got knocked out trying to appraise that thing or when Hamid got knocked out trying to get a look at the spell in Rome, or when... Yes apparently, Bryn tried to warn him. Stunned him, but confirmed its just Wild unschooled magic, not good or evil or necro or enchantment etc. Only stunned for a round.

The ship is now actively unsetting one control to get him away from another so it can keep them on its chosen course without directly ignoring his commands.

Cast remove curse on the ship, Ben doesn't seem to think it will work. The Borealis thickens around him. He has a nice clear connection to his god* but other than the Borealis pressing against him it didn't do anything. Which is good because for someone who is only theoretically a person/character I like the ship but Zolf losing his connection to Hope right now would break my heart.

The cargo is reorganizing itself in sight of the cage.

Cel is starting to feel the pressure to fall asleep increase. Lydia wants to channel vigor but can't find where it would help a Will Save. Oh Ben coming in with Pathfinder insight. Can be cast directly on Spirit for Will Save, rather than a body part persay.

They really are a good table: the way they are coming in with the extra reminders after Bryn said Alex was having trouble at the top of the ep but using clear "this isn't a 'you should know this already' this is a 'I have reason to have this knowledge handy' manners" goes very nicely with what I have commented on before about how Ben & Bryn esp are good at giving help with Pathfinder to Lydia & Helen without hitting gender baggage or geek rank stuff.

Cel now feels like they are being "dosing me with something" and casts the Channel Vigor on their spirit just in time for the will save.

Cel is still muttering to themselves.

They try slapping Hamid & Azu awake, no sign they even noticed. Switches Vigor to mind and does a Knowledge Arcana, +4 see what I mean about Ben's manner? Lydia put a question mark on the end of the sentence and he still used the "I have this info handy if it would help" tone not a "I am correcting you in front of people because I am better at Geeking than you" tone. Plus a little joke about shooting people at the end to diffuse any tension.

It doesn't fit intentional spells. Cel is debating going to Zolf but leaving the room would put them at risk and they are the only one left to watch over the sleepers.

Oh Cel! They are now checking that everyone is breathing, it didn't occur to me that would be a concern.

Alex is nicer than he gets credit for and accelerates past Cel anxiously watching over everyone before Lydia completely breaks my heart.

Cel feels a knock in the ship after about 90 minutes and it sets off the internal arguement. They decide to stick with the decision to stay.

"turn into a monster and hurt anyone" Cel backstory please, why was that in the list of possibilities?

The ship finishes organizing itself and a rag is now scrubbing at a stain.

Cel talks to the rag and calls it "little buddy" the rag stops when addressed and responds to Cel's questions. Cel is a delight.

Scrapping noise coming nearer, Cel is treating the rag as a separate entity rather than part of the ship.

A tankard of grog just offered itself to Cel. Cel just asked the tankard if the grog was sentient and it shrugged.

Huh are they separate beings Awakened by the storm? I assumed it was all the ship as one being.

The tankard is continuing to offer itself.

When Cel reaches out to pat the tankard they experience the stretching Zolf felt.

When Cel says they would prefer to continue this through the bars of the cage rather than leave its safety the tankard pulls away and sulks off to a corner.

Cel apologizes as the tankard leaves.

"how can I be alone and still messing this stuff up". The entire table speaks for me in how heart rending.

Something is coming back its bigger, its the tankard followed by a keg with a straw in it so Cel can drink through the bars. Cel takes a sip, it tastes like normal grog. Cel points out they need to stay sober now but offers to do this later, which perks up the tankard. Cel offers to polish its wood to return the favor and a can of polish offers itself. Cel asks the objects about themselves and apologizes if they just didn't notice they were sentient before now. Because Cel is the absolute best. Alex accelerates to avoid breaking Lydia.

Bryn asks after Zolf, and Alex starts to keep the camera on Cel but Lydia backs him by having Cel ask their ship friends to check on Zolf. We follow the Ship bits to Zolf.

"to anyone trying to keep a timeline, I'm sorry"

Zolf nearly lost his will save but used Liberties Blessing to boost himself. Then The Rag flops in.

Zolf asks if it is alright then asks if anyone can hear him and if they are being killed by a Rag. Cel tries to yell then passes a note for the ship to give to Zolf. I love Zolf.

The Aurora is thining.

Oh Zolf thinks the elementals may have fused with the ship.

Oh the ship is going back to normal. Cel says goodbye as Azu awakens.

"either the ship has gotten very big or you have very small"

Azu's voice sounds wrong... Because its coming from Meerk. Alex rules Helen should keep using Azu's voice. The players openly rebel and Alex concedes as long as they all do new voices or all keep normal voices. Fair be easier to keep track.

"I don't like being small" poor Azu

Azu's body is still asleep in Kiko's arms when Azu(Meerk) slaps it awake. Its Hamid, because they love us fans and want us to be happy. Keep in mind Hamid just got slapped by one of his cohort who is even smaller than usual.

I need this entire scene clipped. I want to type the whole thing.

Ew point Ben, if anyone is in Azu at least its Hamid and especially not Sigguf.

Oh Azu just asked to be picked up.

Reflex save, stats just got weird. Oh no, Hamid nearly squished Meerk because he isn't used to being big.

(sorry if there is a tone change I was interupted for a few hours)

Azu is quicker as Meerk and skitters to safety

Aw Hamid normally hugs everyone "as a tree trunk"

Azu reaches out to Aphrodite and its harder than usual; Hamid feels the necklace warm up and gives it to Azu

Who is in Hamid? Its Sigguf, who knows Meerk by name. Huh didn't know I was still worried about the cohort was being treated until the relief at the signs they are regard like anyone else. Bryn asks if his claws popped but Sigguf isn't panicked yet

Sigguf goes as full dragon as he can then passes out as he panics.

Zolf can hear the commotion. Specificly Hamid's voice in distress, there is a fic prompt.

Who is Wilde? No who is in Wilde's body? Hamid is taking charge reasonably well and tells him to look at his hands.

Cel made name tags for everyone

Wilde is still Wilde, and he is disappointed. Its gotta be the cuffs.

Can Hamid cast? Ok Detect Magic it works, so does comprehend languages which Cel tests by explaining about Rag and Tankard in Japanese. Hamid confirms he could understand but asks if that happened or was a children's story but they are interupted before they can follow that conversation line.

Wilde advises they separate people because a whole room full of people going through identity issues is a bad scene. Cel doesn't want to let people out of the box because it might be permanent if they leave.

"its not urgent" Cel ILU

"What kind of obstacles love can overcome"?! Alex, who is Kiko? Alex get back here! Who is Kiko and who is in Kiko? Alex?!

I can't believe they did a body swap episode in canon.

*hate to quibble directly against what Ben said but its Hope not himself. A Zolf who believed in himself that much would be very different. Although maybe he was just angling for recognition that Hope isn't an external Power/person.

[in-decisivo]

i guess its fine if i don’t get to spend my birthdays with everyone i know for just as long as i get to spend it with the people i trust the most, treasure the most, to me for me, birthdays are a culmination experience where i get to reevaluate people who deserves to be in my life

birthdays arent just for the sake of im a year older now, its another start for me, of my life; traversing thru life and how i celebrate it w them is a thank u for sticking thru ups and downs w me

it is a privilege to get to close to me

to know me

to touch me

to talk to me

to sit beside me and eat at my table

you, mj, of all people

especially you

you dont deserve to know me like that you dont deserve any of it

you betrayed me in the worst way possible

and i will forever hold this against you

only you - above anyone else

this is why my walls are high because of people like you and you dont get to understand why i love Frozen so much, because of people like you

last year, you fucked up so bad and made me feel special for a second there i felt i was and i have you and ill be alright

last year, you committed the most horrendous act you could ever do to me you did unspeakable things with james and you werent sorry about you didnt feel remorse you didnt feel anything you showed up on my birthday and pretended everything wAS FUCKING FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

but how was i ever going to figure that out when you said i should trust you even though the pain of just thinking about you hanging out with that stupid person gives me a headache i cried that night and youre supposed to know you shouldve known when i tweeted the words the less i know the better

how dare you come into my life and walk all over me like it was nothing, like i was nothing, like everything weve built was nothing

youve had the privilege of having me thru all of my five birthdays and you did what you did- so im here; seething, thinking wow you can still show up with that face and greet me with graces when you know yourself youre not worthy of staying beside me, you shouldve known this was coming

it is my birthday mj and you dont know the gravity of the mess you made you dont know you sick person

i hope this reminds you of the time in your room you did it with james at Oyo in Poblacion; your lying ass and this memory will haunt you forever

how dare you :)

again, happy birthday to me!!!!!!! i guess its freeing to not deal with u on my special day when i shouldve felt special; genuinely special with the people who truly cares about me, for me

its freeing not to drag the idea of u doing strenuous activities w me on my birthday bcos u get dizzy ur knees r weak u dont have the energy for it,

its freeing not to go to fancy places and not get judged because this is the life i chose

its freeing wether you will like the things i do because im me and ur u & you dont like the things i do and judge me for it

its freeing not to have someone like u in my life u disgust me in the worst possible way, i guess its fine now ill be fine

you, we - couldve saved whats left of what we had together and deal with these with just the two of us but you took ur head high up in someone else ass so far up & stayed there for a long time, i wish what you did was worth it -

happy birthday mike!!!!

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