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versadies · 3 years ago

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ophichius/body switch soulmate au +xiao or childe pretty please? for xiao it can be like, when the body switch happens the reader feels the burden of the karmic debt so xiao starts taking care of himself/leaving instructions on what to do just so his soulmate doesn't have to suffer as much. reader is the traveler, in inazuma and xiao just quietly appreciated being free from karmic debt even for a day, and appreciating inazuma's beautiful sights whilst reader is just. in wangshuu inn. suffering

delicate (hc scenario)

penpal: bless you for such an incredible idea ! hope you like this along with your other request on childe <<3

prompt: ophiuchus the snake, body-switch soulmate au

pairing/s: xiao x gn!traveler!reader

sypnosis: hc on how you and xiao went through the whole day in each other's body.

includes: reader is not aether/lumine and is a random traveler (sorry to anon if you meant by reader being aether/lumine), reader suffering cuz of karmic debt, mentions of physical pain, mentions of violence, pure fluff

the moment xiao opens his eyes from his quick nap, the first thing he sees is the view of narukami island.

the yaksha was alerted at first, wondering how he came from hunting around dihua marsh for demons to sitting down beneath a tree with a new environment he hasn’t been in before.

it wasn’t until he realized he’s in a different outfit and different body that he found out that today’s the special day.

he hopes you aren’t in too much pain.

he observes his surroundings for a moment, then his eyes moved down to his appearance, only to see an outfit that is deemed fit for a traveler. his soulmate is a traveler in inazuma?

now that the yaksha thinks about it, he has heard the unfortunate fate the people of inazuma has to go through with the new rules that the current archon has set up, with her soldiers taking away people's visions, discrimination against outlanders, and the borders being closed around the nation.

xiao immediately checks around his– or rather his soulmate's– body to see if they have a vision, feeling relieved when he felt the familiar form of a vision hidden underneath his clothing.

all he needs to do is hide the vision and not go to the city, where he's sure a lot of vision hunters will be found.

this shouldn't be too hard, right?

meanwhile, you're currently writhing in pain in your soulmate's body, confused with what's happening to you– or rather, your soulmate's body.

you honestly had never such intense pain until now, how the hell does your soulmate deal with this? did he get a rare illness?

you couldn't think straight, your mind throbbing in pain as your body continued to ache and ache with voices running in your he–

"xiao? are you okay?" you shakily look up at the woman, who was staring at you with a concerned look on her face.

before you could try to let out a word, you immediately dropped on the floor, gasping out from the continuous pain. when does it ever stop? you rather go back to inazuma and suffer their new regulations instead of going through this pain–

"you're not xiao, are you?" she asks, causing you to nod profusely in response as you clench your fists together, closing your eyes shut whilst ignoring the woman, who was busy looking for something in her clothing.

"here." you open your eyes to see her handing you what looked like a pill. as if the woman read your mind, she quickly clarified what the pill is. "it's a painkiller. your uh, soulmate gave it to me and told me to give it to you in case you two swit–"

without letting the woman continue, you immediately snatched the pill from her and swallow it whole.

it took what felt like more than 20 minutes for the pain to finally subside, causing you to finally sigh in relief. although the pain was still there, it surely wasn't as painful and unbearable as before.

by the time you calmed yourself down, you slowly stood up from the cold floor and look at the woman gratefully. "you have my thanks, miss...?"

"verr goldet," she responds with a gentle smile. "i'm the owner of this inn. if there's anyone you should thank for, it's definitely your soulmate. you would've suffered the whole period of your body swap if it weren't for his thoughtfulness."

you nodded in understanding. "i see.. but i still am grateful for you stepping in."

"it's no problem, though i'm sure you're starving right now, would you like to eat?"

"yes please."

unlike what you recently went through in xiao's body, xiao was having perhaps one of the most peaceful time he has ever experienced. after all, when will he find an opportunity to not suffer from his karmic debt in this lifetime?

although killing the opponents who came in his way was a hassle, he still found his time enjoyable– with the exception of his mind thinking a lot about your wellbeing in his body. surely verr goldet must've given you the painmeds, right?

besides that, you must've seen the instructions he left for you– but what if you didn't see it and had to go through so much pain later on?

"please be okay." he mumbled under his breath, letting out a worried sigh and continued walking around the land.

unnoticed by the yaksha, you were indeed okay.

"i can see why my soulmate would love these," you commented to verr as you take more bites of the sweet dessert. "what does he do daily?"

verr lets out a nervous laugh. "to be honest, i don't really know what else he does other than hunting demons around the nation. though, you don't have to worry about doing it since xiao insisted that you can spend the whole day here instead."

"oh..." you look down at your plate with a deep frown. what if there's a demon that's hurting people and you couldn't do anything about it?

before you could ask verr, she immediately looks up at where the reception area is. "i have to go now. if you want to know anything, i recall xiao telling me to tell you to look at the instructions in your pocket. i'll be back!" she said before rushing upstairs to tend to one of the visitors, leaving you alone with your food.

you searched for the pocket around your pants, pulling out the piece of paper and read the list.

"should the pain meds run out, please visit a man named zhongli in liyue harbor."

"don't try to hunt for demons unless you want to experience more pain to endure."

"please come to verr goldet if you need something or require food. almond tofu is the only thing i can stomache, unfortunately."

"do not come to public areas if you have no reason to go there. karmic debt– the pain you're going through right now– can be affective to others."

the rest was all more rules for you to read and you're honestly thankful for xiao to write all of this for your sake, now regretting that you didn't do the same for him. what if he isn't aware of what's happening to inazuma?

you take another bite of almond tofu, silently hoping that xiao is doing okay back in your homeland.

to tell you the truth, xiao's definitely doing alright.

the yaksha had never went out of liyue for a very long time until now. sure, he could admit that nothing can beat the beautiful views that liyue can offer but inazuma is a sight to see.

everywhere he went, he found himself being fascinated by everything in this land, looking through ruins and staring at flowers that he himself hasn't seen in all of his life.

not to mention the fact that the mobs that lurks around the areas are different than the ones in liyue.

he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of getting you out of the nation and come to liyue harbor, but he knew it wasn't up to him to decide on that. if it weren't for his duty in protecting liyue, xiao would've wanted to try and go to inazuma just to keep you safe, but what if you dislike him after everything you went through in his body? what if you didn't like him because he's immortal–

"they won't think such thing." he mumbled to himself, still slightly taken back by the sound of your voice coming out from his mouth as he sat down in an abandoned adventurer camp he spotted, looking forward to try out foods that he can make with the ingredients he found in your inventory.

as the day went by, you spent there in wangshu inn, writing a letter for xiao to read by the time the body switch is over along with visiting the man who can provide you more pain meds. xiao on the other hand spent time adventuring around inazuma trying to not get caught by vision hunters, enjoying his time without karmic debt.

by the end of the day, as the moon rises, the both of you finally found yourselves back in your bodies– with you sighing in relief that you've already finished writing the letter and not having to be in pain again whilst xiao was happy to be back in his homeland.

you then noticed you're in watatsumi island, your home being not too far away from where you're standing, causing you to smile. who knew xiao unknowingly took you back to where you've been heading to?

xiao on the other hand, was sitting on the rooftop of wangshu inn, reading the letter you left with his heart pounding at the words you wrote just for his eyes.

his shoulders instantly relaxes when he reads that you were okay throughout the day–

his mouth twitches upward when he reads the last words you wrote.

"once i come to liyue harbor and escape from inazuma, i wish to meet you and enjoy almond tofus with you."

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cyncerity · 3 years ago

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I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN LETS GOOOO

I haven’t written anything without an ask to prompt it since my literal first ever written fanfic on this blog, which was the moth!tommy au

Anyways, here’s the (technically) first actually written thing for the Dad’s Troubles AU!! I’m really excited about this one (you can tell cause it’s over 5k words long), it’s a scenario I’ve had in my head for a while, and I think you’ll all really like it!!

Tw: vore, that’s about it

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It had been a few days since Quackity had introduced Sapnap and Karl to Tubbo, his adoptive borrower son. And Sapnap could fairly say he felt…meh about the kid. He was a borrower, first of all, which didn’t put him high on Sapnap’s “people I like” list in the first place, and secondly, his dare he say primary dad was Schlatt, and who knows what that guy taught him. As much as Sapnap had always tried to be positive about Schlatt, the truth was he just didn’t like the guy, and Schlatt clearly didn’t like him either. They both just stayed out of each other’s way and it worked fine. He doesn’t know what Quackity ever saw in him anyways.

So, yeah, Tubbo didn’t seem like someone he’d be wanting to see more often, and Quackity and Tubbo both seemed fine with that. Tubbo explained everything very simply for Sapnap and Karl during their one and only interaction over a discord facetime call (since there was no other way for him and Karl to talk face to face in person): he lives at Schlatt’s place but comes over to their apartment often, they don’t have to be involved with his life since he thinks two dads is enough- but they can be if they want to be, respect Quackity’s decision to raise him with his ex, his kind are primarily called “borrowers” and not just “tinies” cause some borrowers find using their human given name to be dehumanizing (though Tubbo clarified he was fine with it), and don’t mess with the two other borrowers (apparently named Tommy and Ranboo) that live in their apartment and they won’t mess with you.

So Sapnap just went back to living his normal life, now feeling a bit better knowing what Quackity was doing over at Schlatt’s so late at night. Not that he thought he’d cheat, and of course not with Schlatt, but it was nice to know he was trusted with something, or someone, so obviously important to his fiancé. That’s why he didn’t just consider the kid just a straight up nuisance: he was Quackity’s son. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it directly to his fiancé (god knows Q would make fun of him forever), he would do whatever it took to make Quackity happy. And if that meant making room in his life for a very small teenager, than so be it.

…Which he guessed might be why he’s in the situation he’s in right now. He’d do whatever it took to make his fiancé’s happy, which also meant that he wouldn’t stop them from going out to do whatever with people he didn’t like. So Schlatt, Quackity, and Karl were out doing who knows what with a group of Schlatt’s friends, who Sapnap wasn’t too keen on meeting. He didn’t trust Schlatt’s taste in friends with the exceptions of Karl and Quackity. And they were the only exceptions. So he sat on a random chair in their living room, scrolling through his phone to pass the time when a severe weather warning showed up. He swiped the notification before going to check his window and, sure enough, the sky was starting to turn darker. He just shrugged and sat back down, hoping that whatever his fiancé’s and their friends were out doing wasn’t outdoor.

Two hours later, after the weather alert had been proven right and a storm that could classify as a hurricane to some people raged outside, there was a rapid metal banging coming from somewhere high, startling Sapnap almost bad enough to make him drop his phone. He whipped his head around before hearing his name be shouted at him from near the ceiling. He looked up to see Tubbo, (at least he assumed, since he’d only ever seen him once on the discord call and never in person, but the boy on the call and the much smaller boy in front of him looked too identical to be different people), wearing a loose tank top and shorts, pjs probably, banging on the vent. Sapnap just walked closer to the vent. “What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

“Is Mama Q there??” Tubbo shouted back, sounding reasonably distressed and near the brink of tears. After his brain registered that Mama Q probably meant Quackity, he started to get a bit worried. Was something wrong with Quackity? Did Tubbo know something he didn’t? “No, he’s not home right now. Did something happen?” “No I- I just needed him for something. Dad’s not home, either.” The borrower sniffled. As Sapnap came closer, he started to see that there was something very wrong with Tubbo. He was nothing like the loud energetic charismatic kid he’d seen on the other side of the screen a few days ago. He was withdrawn, hunched over, and his face was red, either from already crying or being very ready to cry. And he may not know borrower body language, but usually ears pressed down and tail wrapped around a leg meant something was wrong. “Tubbo, are you ok?” “I-“

Suddenly thunder boomed from outside, almost shaking the apartment as lightning flashed with it. Sapnap only managed to turn to his window for a second before a scream echoed from the vent. He quickly spun back around to see Tubbo knelt down and quaking, head showed between his knees and hands over his ears. “Tubbo?! What’s wrong?” “It- It’s loud. Way too loud, I-“ he whimpered through tears. “I don’t like it.” Sapnap felt his heart practically crack. “…you’re scared of the storm, aren’t you?” Tubbo nodded. “Us borrowers have especially good hearing, my sub-species especially. Which is usually a good thing, but storms can get…they can get pretty rough if you don’t have a good way to block out the sound.” He sniffled. Sapnap debated his options; tell the kid to go home or help him. And as much as he wouldn’t admit to feeling bad for him and sympathizing with what he was saying, he wasn’t totally heartless. “You want to come with me to find somewhere quiet to spend the storm?” Sapnap asked, holding out his hand. Tubbo frantically nodded and climbed on the hand with no hesitation. Sapnap brought the hand up to his chest, cupping it around the borrower to try and block out the sound of the rain smacking the windows at least a bit. It wouldn’t do much if the lightning and thunder started up again, but it would work for now. He would’ve liked to take the kid to a room without a window, but unfortunately his apartment didn’t have that. The best they had was their closet or bathroom. Actually, neither did Schlatt’s, come to think of it. Their apartments had the same layout. So what did Tubbo usually do when there were storms?

“Tubbo?” Sapnap said, slightly jostling his hand to get the kid’s attention, “where do you usually go to block out the noise? I can help you get somewhere quieter, but I need to know where that is.” He said in the most gentle tone he could manage. Tubbo remained silent. A few minutes passed. He jostled his hand again. “Tubbo?”

“I- I heard you the first time, sorry. It’s just…I do usually have a place to go, but I don’t know if…if you’d be up for that, boss man.” Sapnap raised an eyebrow, unsure what to say next. What the fuck did that mean? Was he supposed to drive somewhere? Tough luck if that was the case, Karl had taken their car. Tubbo just continued to stare down, seemingly too embarrassed to continue, so Sapnap took the initiative to continue the conversation. “I’m up for pretty much anything, dude, you just have to let me know what you want.” Tubbo sighed again before he eventually mumbled, barely audible, “lower your hand.” Sapnap moved the borrower away from his chest, leaning down to set the kid on the floor, when Tubbo looked back up at him. “Not that low, dumbass, I meant, like, a few inches.”

Sapnap, still very confused, raised his hand back up a bit, holding Tubbo in front of his torso. The borrower just looked back down and sighed before leaning forward and bonking his head right below Sapnap’s rib cage. “In.”

It took Sapnap a few seconds to actually process what that meant, and even when he thought he understood, he felt to stunned to know exactly what to do. “…In? You mean, like…” Sapnap gestured to his mouth and trailed his finger down to point at where Tubbo was still leaned against him. “Like in…there?” Tubbo nodded without lifting his head from Sapnap. “I- That didn’t end so well last time.” The thoughts of the day he spent curled up on the couch in pain with Karl hesitantly trying to comfort him as the little blonde kid tried to rip him open or something (that’s what it felt like at least) was still fresh in his mind. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “It didn’t end well last time because Tommy thought he was gonna die. I know better. Besides, you managed to swallow a borrower with claws. I couldn’t hurt you from in there even if I wanted to. It’ll be better, I promise.” “Tubbo, I-“ “Please,” he said, straining his neck to fully look up at Sapnap, an unshed round of tears making his eyes shine in the dim light of the apartment. “I know you’re last time doing this wasn’t…great. I know this is probably uncomfortable for you. It was uncomfortable for Q his first time. But…I really don’t have another option.” he let out a wet laugh. “I don’t think my ears can even take that much more damage, anyway.” He turned and pulled his hair away from his ear enough for Sapnap to see the scars.

The human gasped. He knew the scars on Tubbo’s face were serious. He had been told that Tubbo had an “incident” with humans as a kid, but was told to never bring it up. He had subconsciously noticed the scarred and even torn parts of his ear. But he’d never fully processed the damage. He sighed, hating how much Tubbo’s look of shame and sorrow reflected Quackity’s own mannerisms. And he didn’t have much time to internally debate before he heard the low sound of thunder, making Tubbo’s eyes grow wide as he started to shiver again, signaling that another round of louder thunder and lightning was coming.

“Alright, but just this once, and you owe me.” Tubbo’s eyes lit up in a way that Sapnap refused to admit he found endearing as he lifted the borrower higher.

He hesitantly opened his mouth as he felt Tubbo eagerly climb in, being able to feel the boy shake involuntarily on his tongue, feeling his shaky breaths as he tried to slow his free fall of tears. Sapnap slowly began to lick him, still unsure of the whole thing, when Tubbo’s taste finally hit his senses. He had to pin the small child to the room of his mouth as he swallowed the spit that collected around his tongue, actually fearing that he may accidentally drown the kid. But god, if Tubbo wasn’t one of the best things he’d ever tasted. He didn’t know if it was all borrowers or just Tubbo (it certainly wasn’t Tommy), but there was a certain rich honey-like sweetness he’d never tasted before mixed with a minty, earthy flavor. He actually felt kind of bad for liking how the kid tasted that much, before hearing a small, almost inaudible laugh from inside his mouth, followed by a sentence Sapnap could tell was being said through poorly hidden tears. “You gonna swallow or are you just gonna sit there and drool over me all night?” The human huffed. Even while terrified, and in someone’s mouth for fuck’s sake, this kid still took the time to make fun of him. It shouldn’t have been that surprising: he was Schlatt’s kid after all. Not that Quackity wouldn’t do the exact same thing. So Sapnap just nodded enough to jostle around and mess with Tubbo without hurting him and leaned his head back, sending him to the back of his mouth as he took the first swallow.

Sapnap couldn’t help but hum as he felt Tubbo slide down into his throat, placing a few fingers firmly over the newly created quivering lump in his neck as the salty taste left behind by the tears mixed with the natural flavor of the borrower, practically making him drool all over again. He swallowed again, tracing where he could feel the kid’s descent through his core with one of his hands until that hand finally wound up laying over his midsection.

He waited a few seconds more only for Tubbo to stop traveling down right above the stomach, and Sapnap could barely tell that as still as Tubbo tried to be, he was still scared and shaking, causing him to get stuck right at the end of his esophagus. He swallowed hard one more time and felt Tubbo be pushed through the final ring of muscle, landing in his stomach with a dull thud, and immediately Sapnap could feel Tubbo’s trembling much clearer. He placed and hand over his stomach and gently pressed down, making the organ let out a low growl and causing a slight burp to exit his mouth, bringing Tubbo’s mouthwatering flavor back up with it as he moved his free hand to cover his mouth. As much as he hated to admit it, Tubbo was right. This was a much better experience when it was completely willing and no one thought they were going to die.

Maybe Quackity wasn’t so crazy to eat this kid so often…

Wait

Quackity would be home soon

Shit

Sapnap jolted from where he was standing when he heard another lightning bolt crack, the tension from his revelation combined with the noise being enough to make him jump. He pressed a hand against his stomach, feeling Tubbo press back. He didn’t seem to be crying any harder than when he had been swallowed, and the shaking hadn’t gotten any worse, so he’d take that as a sign that he was doing a good enough job soundproofing the storm, and that if it was even audible to Tubbo from in there, it wasn’t loud enough to scare him. Which left him with just one other problem…

Quackity. Quackity and Karl and Schlatt were gonna be home soon. Shit. Fuck. What was he supposed to tell them?? ‘Yeah, sorry, Tubbo didn’t like the storm so I fucking ate him.’ was a bullshit excuse.

Quackity would never trust him ever again. Quackity would break up with him. Quackity would hate him-

The door swung open frantically. Sapnap’s head snapped to the entrance to see his two fiancés’ hanging up damp raincoats in the coat closet, Karl looking somewhat uncomfortable and Quackity looking absolutely panicked. He looked up from the coat rack and all but ran over to Sapnap, leaving Karl to stand awkwardly in the entryway. “Have you seem Tubbo? Did he come over here? Schlatt and I were looking in his apartment, but we didn’t get a response and he hates rainstorms like this so we rushed home to make sure he was ok and he’s not there so we thought maybe he was with Ranboo and Tommy but they’re not responding either-“

Sapnap at some point in the rant stopped listening and started to focus more on the fucking moving from in his gut. He felt Tubbo moving forwards more. How did he know where forwards was? Could he hear Quackity? Was he trying to listen to him? Then all of a sudden: “Is that mom?” Sapnap jolted, barely restraining himself from whipping his head around the room out of pure instinct of trying to find the source of a voice that didn’t immediately come from someone near him. It came from somewhere a bit closer. He knew exactly where the voice was coming from. He knew exactly who’s voice it was. But how. In the ever loving fuck. Could he hear Tubbo? He couldn’t hear Tommy! Well, he technically could hear Tommy. But Tommy was screaming his head off for the first ten minutes he was in there. And probably the rest of the night, but Sapnap fell asleep, so he didn’t really know. But Tubbo was speaking at a normal volume, if not quieter than normal! What kind of fucking magic-

“Sapnap!!” He was suddenly snapped out of his internal monologue by Quackity grabbing his arms and shaking him. “Are you even listening to me! Tubbo could be somewhere having fucking panic attack and we don’t know where he is. I know you don’t like him, you don’t have to like him, but please,” Quackity looked up at Sapnap as he grabbed his hands. “Just do this for me. I care about him and I need your help right now.” “Q, I-“

And then something pushed at the front of his stomach, cutting him off. From what he felt, Sapnap almost assumed Tubbo was doing his best to press his full body weight into the front of his belly. Not that Tubbo weighed much, but when there’s a sudden pressure somewhere where there shouldn’t even be movement, it can be a bit off putting.

Sapnap looked down and ripped his hands away from Quackity’s out of pure instinct and pushed them back against where he could feel the small figure in a feeble attempt to push Tubbo back towards the center of the organ, back to where it felt at least a little bit more normal (as normal as it could feel, he supposes), away from where he would blow whatever little cover Sapnap had, before he processed that he had probably just done that himself. He jerked his head back up to see a stunned look on Quackity’s face and pure terror on Karl’s. “Did you…?” Quackity started and oh god, he was really having this talk now, wasn’t he? “Hold on, I can explain, this isn’t what it looks like.” “Really? Because it looks like you’ve maybe got something, or rather someone, in there.” Quackity said as he pushed a finger against the outside of Sapnap’s stomach, which made Tubbo press himself back against the added pressure, which, judging by the look on Quackity’s face, he seemed to notice. Shit. “I-“ “I have to go.” Karl interrupted, face now a ghastly pale and breathing coming in short bursts. “I- I’ll be at Schlatt’s place. I ca- I can’t do this.” He said before quickly turning out the door and slamming it behind him.

“Good job, you managed to scare away our fiancé.” Quackity joked. Sapnap didn’t process it before he turned to Quackity again. “I’m so sorry, I swear, I didn’t plan this, he- I dont- you weren’t-“ Quackity put a finger to Sapnap’s lips with a familiar look in his eye. A look Sapnap knew meant ‘if you say one more word I will slap you across the face.’ He obliged. Quackity lowered his finger from Sapnap’s lips and gave him a small smile before slipping a hand under his shirt (which definitely didn’t make Sapnap flustered at all) and pressing gently against the outside of his belly. He saw the smile grow brighter as Q’s eyes trailed down to his torso and Tubbo went forwards again to lean against the pressure from Quackity’s hand. “Tubbo?” Sapnap felt two pats to the front of his gut, specifically to where Quackity’s palm was lined up. “Am I right in assuming this was your idea?” Another two pats, this time accompanied by soft giggling from the boy that only Sapnap could hear. “You know you can’t just bug Sapnap everytime you need something and me and your dad aren’t around, right?” One pat, followed by a mumbled “what else are step dads for?” which almost made Sapnap laugh out loud, had he not been too caught up in whatever somewhat one sided conversation had been occurring. Quackity sighed and rolled his eyes before becoming serious again. “Seriously though, kiddo, I’m sorry we weren’t here. I know how rough this shit gets for you, you shouldn’t have had to default to a man you’ve never even met.” Another two pats, followed by a rubbing this time. “Hey, Sapnap?” Tubbo questioned. “Could you tell him it’s ok, and that I’m good now? Like, no longer on the verge of a panic attack?” Sapnap nodded, despite knowing that Tubbo couldn’t see it, and gently took Quackity’s hand off of his midsection and intertwined their fingers. “Tubbo says that it’s ok. He’s not gonna have a panic attack or anything anymore.” Quackity laughed a bit, before glancing up to make eye contact with Sapnap. “Thats good. Just, I don’t know, I’m sorry if Tubbo forced you into this or something. He tends to do that without realizing sometimes. Just because it’s what we normally do doesn’t mean everyone is comfortable with it, and I know your last experience doing this sucked, so-“ “Quackity.” Sapnap interrupted “He didn’t force me to do anything. He came to me panicking and I didn’t want to see him like that. And, honestly? It’s, uh…” Sapnap looked away, “it’s honestly pretty ok when no one’s in any pain.” Quackity laughed at his fiancés embarrassment as Tubbo mumbled a faint “told you so” that probably wasn’t supposed to reach Sapnap’s ears. He was about to argue and defend himself when Quackity pulled him closer and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, mi amor, I really do appreciate it.” “Anything for you, mi..uh…mi hermosa.” Sapnap responded, chucking slightly as Quackity burst out into laughter. “Yeah, ok, I’ll pretend that was a little bit close to right, just this once.”

Sapnap pulled Quackity closer, readying to kiss him as he felt a sudden kick at his stomach walls, making him stumble and grab his gut, staring down at it and shouting. “Ow! What the fuck did you do that for?!” “No gross sappy couple shit while I’m in here! Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on out there!” Tubbo shouted back. “Well then wh-“ Quackity slapped a hand over Sapnap’s mouth. “Don’t let him get to you, he’s trying to be irritating, that’s just how he is.” Sapnap huffed in annoyance, but dropped the subject. “Alright, in that case, I’m just gonna get you something warm. No offense but you’re still damp and your hand was fucking freezing.” “Works for me.” Quackity said, settling himself down on one of the smaller couches in the living room and getting his phone out as Sapnap went to the adjoined kitchen and started to boil water for tea.

“Hey.” Tubbo said, poking the wall nearest to him. “What.” Sapnap responded, poking back. “You break his heart and I’ll break your neck. Just making sure you know that.” “Right, I’ll take that threat extremely seriously, seeing how it’s coming from someone so much bigger and stronger than me and definitely not someone small enough to, oh I don’t know, hypothetically be swallowed down and fit in my internal organs.” “You laugh now, but we borrowers are more capable than you think.” “Right, I’ll keep that in mind the next time I find your black and white haired friend stuck on top of the fridge with no clue how he got up there or how to get down.” “Ranboo’s a special case, he’s got amnesia and he’s a dumbass, it’s a pretty bad combination.” Sapnap scoffed. “Ok, what’s your excuse for the blonde one?” “Oh Tommy’s just a dumbass. But this is all hypothetical, of course.” Sapnap laughed out loud as he poured the boiling water into a mug and added a teabag. “Of course. But seriously, you don’t have anything to worry about. I won’t break his heart, you have my word.” “Swear?” “Swear.”

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Sapnap looked back at the mug to see that the tea was done, and grabbed a blanket on his walk back to the living room. He found Quackity lounging in and chair and handed him the cup, which he took gratefully. Sapnap sat next to him and pulled the blanket around both of their shoulders as he put some mindless reality show on tv. Quackity leaned his head on Sapnap’s shoulder. “You can let him out now. The rain has mostly let up, he doesn’t need to stay in there all night.” Sapnap looked out at the window and, true to Quackity’s word, the storm has simmered down to a light rhythmic patter on the windows. He looked down at his boyfriend and hummed. “Nah, I’m ok as long as he is.” He leaned his head down farther to Quackity’s ear and whispered. “Besides, for all he knows, there’s still a raging storm outside.”

“I can hear you, dickhead. I’m like a foot away from your vocal chords, I don’t care how quiet you are, I’m still gonna be able to hear you.” Sapnap laughed softly and laid a hand on his stomach. “Aw, damn it, guess my cover is blown. But honestly, I can let you out if you want me to.” “…You can just admit you like this, y’know. I’ve heard it feels nice from your end. It’s not that weird. If anything, Karl is weird, he’s now the only one in the polycule who doesn’t do this. But, no, I’m good. It’s actually much more comfy in here than you would think.” The borrower responded as Sapnap felt him shift farther down and press closer to the walls of his belly in what Sapnap assumed was an attempt to get more comfortable. Sapnap patted his stomach in reply before turning his attention back to Quackity. “He’s staying right where he is for the night.”

“Well, in that case…” Quackity started as he laid his hand over Sapnap’s, cheeks turning a light pink. “This helps him get to sleep a bit faster. Plus, it feels pretty nice.” He grasped Sapnap’s hand and gently pressed it down against his stomach, gently rubbing circles above where Tubbo lay. Sapnap flushed at what Quackity was doing before he felt a light rubbing back, likely Tubbo returning the gesture. And holy shit. That…that felt good. Really good.

Quackity lifted his hand off of Sapnap’s as Sapnap continued the circular motion that Quackity demonstrated. Sapnap meanwhile let himself lean back farther on the couch. The internal massage made any tension in his body release as his muscles involuntarily relaxed. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, taking in the feeling as he felt Quackity snuggle closer to him. They stayed like that for a while, just content to be in each other’s company as Sapnap continued to rub his stomach, even after he had already felt Tubbo’s breathing even out and knew he had fallen asleep.

“Seems like you two are getting along.” Quackity said, leaning his head against Sapnap’s chest. “If getting along means death threats and sarcasm, then yeah, we’re getting along.” Sapnap responded sarcastically. Quackity laughed softly as he continued. “I shot Schlatt a text that we found Tubbo and he’s ok. Also, he said Karl’s staying the night at his place because of obvious reasons.” Sapnap just looked down awkwardly. “Yeah, I get it. But we do eventually have to get him past his weird thing against small creatures, or people in this case.” “Does that mean you’re over your thing against small people?” Quackity asked. Sapnap looked back up a bit at him. His eyes didn’t hold any form of malice or threat to try to persuade Sapnap’s answer, didn’t have the spark he’d seen whenever Q bargained for something or argued with someone. And Sapnap knew he could: Quackity was the most persuasive person he’d ever met in his life. But no. He didn’t try to signal how much Sapnap knew he wanted his answer to be yes. He seemed completely genuine. Like he wouldn’t be mad or judge Sapnap whether he said yes or no.

“I…I’m not sure. I’m not gonna lie to you and say that I’m all of a sudden willing to just stand by and let a whole colony of tinies- er, borrowers into my walls and be ok with that. But, that being said, I think I can make an exception for Tubbo. He’s…he’s a good kid. Just don’t tell him I said that, he picked up Schlatt’s ego and I don’t wanna fuel it. I’m just…sorry you felt the need to hide him for so long.“ “It’s alright.” Quackity responded, eyelids drooping as he spoke. “I should have trusted you more. Just, I didn’t know if you would even want me if you knew I had a kid, and knowing that he’s mine and Schlatt’s, and both of your things with borrowers, it just…it just didn’t add up well.” Sapnap just nodded as he leaned down to kiss Quackity’s forehead. “I get it. But it’s ok now, alright? We know everything now, we still love you, and Tubbo’s safe. It’s all ok, mi novio.” Quackity chuckled slightly, leading to a yawn as he closed his eyes. “Hey, that was actually right for once.” Sapnap smiled back, sliding a hand behind Quackity’s back and under his arm, grabbing the blanket in the process and pulling him in tighter. “I know, I’ve been practicing. Now get to sleep.” Quackity just responded in a sleepy nod. It didn’t take very long after that for him to fall asleep aswell, one of his arms draped around Sapnap’s shoulders and his other arms free hand subconsciously laid over Sapnap’s stomach.

He smiled at the minute gesture, a clear way to be closer to his son, and he swore he could feel Tubbo shift a bit in his sleep, moving closer towards Quackity’s palm, almost as if he could tell it was there. Maybe he could, Sapnap couldn’t know. His smile grew wider. He’d never gotten to see the softer side to Quackity; he always seemed ready to fight. Even when it was just the three of them, he always seemed so defensive, so scared to show weakness. He could never be sure what caused that, but he was just glad that Quackity felt not only comfortable enough to be soft in front of him, to drop his defenses, but to let Sapnap in on his son’s life.

His son. Someone that Sapnap could undoubtedly say that Quackity cared about more than anything. His son, who somehow taught Quackity to loosen his shoulders and relax sometimes, because not everything needed to be an argument. His son, who trusted Sapnap enough to place his entire life in not only his hands, but literally inside him, where he had no control and was at the full mercy of whatever Sapnap decided to do to him in there. And Quackity, who trusted Sapnap enough to let him hold and protect this life so precious to him. He smiled as he closed his eyes, letting himself relax and letting his heartbeat slow to not only match the rhythm of Quackity’s, but Tubbo’s, too.

He was glad to have someone like Quackity as his fiancé. He was glad Quackity told him about Tubbo. He was glad to be a part of this family, and he would do his best to prove that the trust provided to him by Quackity and Tubbo wasn’t for naught. He swore to himself then and there that he would be the best step dad anyone could ever ask for, and that was his last thought before drifting off into a warm dreamless sleep.

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heyy!! can i request shinsou x gn! reader with fluff 5 and angst 6? tysm in advance <33

Major trigger warning for this one. I may or may not have used some of my personal experience for this but even then feel free to criticize it if i get something wrong. I also want to clarify that i have no problems with sex work. You do what you have to do to get your paycheck. The language used here is referring to real life events were some people find it difficult to find employment due to mental health struggles and in many cases resort to prostitution in order to afford basic necessities. Im not trying to glamorize anything regarding the topic of suicide or sex work, the way i wrote this was to show Y/n's despair and hopeless nature since they weren't given a chance in life.

Starting Over Again

Pro! Shinsou x Gn! Reader

💕💜Counting Memories Event💜💕: Now Closed!

💕💜Counting Memories Event Masterlist💜💕

TW: Very Slow At The Start (Maybe), Sex work, NFSW, Sex, Dubcon (tell me to change this if it doesn't fit or make sense), Suicide, Blood, Mental Illness, Self Deprecation, A Bunch Of Warnings Readers Discretion Is Advised.

MDNI

Word Count: 6k+

Angst:

6)“Don’t do this again.”

Fluff:

5)“I’ll give up everything in this world to make sure you’re safe with me.”

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Every day was the same cycle of waking up with a rapid heartbeat that wouldn’t want to ease. You had nothing to grab onto, didn’t matter if you were surrounded by pillows and blankets, you were alone. There was no one laying next to you in the massive bed in your apartment. You weren’t someone who enjoyed affection, it made you nervous, but you wanted to have someone close. Someone to touch you and use you in the way you always wanted. It made you feel less ignore and invisible to the world, so was it truly a crime? You turned around and grabbed your phone beside your head. You scrolled through your socials and read some articles before your ringing phone interrupted. The caller’s photo was of them holding their cat and smiling directly into the camera. Shinsou Hitoshi was the most persistent caller that you knew which was ironic considering he was mostly quiet and only spoke when he felt like it.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, L/n. Did you get any sleep? Did you eat already?” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh.

“I did sleep and I haven’t eaten anything yet. I’ll get up to make-” But before you could finish he stopped you.

“No! I mean- do you want to get something now? With me? I’m done with my shift and I have a few hours to go before I have my next shift.” Shinsou, ever the sweetheart, asked you out to eat...again. He did this every day and you assumed that it was because he was like you, he was solitary and quiet just like you but you soon discovered he wasn’t. He kept to himself out fearing people would mistreat him for his quirk and he had a sass to him that many found unappealing. He wasn’t like you, he probably felt bad for you and that’s why he bothered asking every day.

“I don’t know, Shinsou. I’m not feeling up for it this morning. Just kind of want to stay in and-”

“I can get us something and I could come over if you want.” His persistence was admirable but it was too much. You didn’t want to see anyone, your one-night stand left the moment they finished with you and it left you feeling empty. Well, calling it a one-night stand way sugar-coating it. It was a client.

“Ok.” You heard him smile through the phone. It hurt you a bit to know that he was happy to spend time with you even though you didn’t want to.

“Great, I’ll get you something from Mcdonals. Hope that’s ok.”

“Yeah...thanks, man.” He hung up and you laid back down onto your bed. You didn’t feel like getting up but he was going to show up soon. You begrudgingly threw the blankets off of your naked body and walked over to your bathroom to clean away last night’s adventure. It left you clean but with a feeling of disgust on your skin. You couldn’t get rid of the feeling of dread that followed you everywhere you went.

About 30 minutes into your wait, Shinsou knocked on your door announcing that he came with your food. You didn’t bother to brush your hair but you patted it down and arranged it in a way that made it looks somewhat put together. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice. You opened the door and gave him your best smile.

“Hey, Shinsou. Thanks for the breakfast, hope it wasn’t a bother.” He walked inside and looked down at you while handing over one of the bags.

“It wasn’t a problem at all. I hope you like it.” He walked over to the kitchen and washed his hands before grabbing some plates. He looked at ease in your kitchen, you couldn’t blame him, the place was painted with soothing colors and happy decorations aligned the walls. No one was the wiser that you were a mess of a person who was trying to fix themselves.

“Thanks.” You both sat on the couch and turned on the tv. You made idle chit-chat as you ate your breakfast together. It was nice, the dread that had existed earlier was no longer present but you knew that once he left it would resurface with a fury.

“So how did last night go?” You turned to face him as you chewed your food.

“Huh?” He pointed with his utensil at your neck and swallowed the food he had in his mouth.

“Your neck.” You touched your neck and realized that some of the skin was tender, you guessed that your client wanted to mark you up a bit. You didn’t account for Shinsou coming over to eat with you so you didn’t bother to cover them up.

“Yeah, it was ok.” Shinsou chuckled at your comment and continued to eat.

“I’m guessing it was a bad lay, huh?” You both continued to eat and eventually finished up. He thanked you for having breakfast with him. You just smiled back at him and waved goodbye as he left your apartment.

Alone in your space with only your thoughts to drown you was not the ideal way you wanted to spend your day but it was all you could for the moment. You had the chance to have a small break in the night but for now, you needed to focus on what you needed to do before your next client showed up. You didn’t have a “conventional job’, you got the chance to work from home but it wasn’t the career that you dreamed of as a child. You wanted to be a hero like many of your friends, wanted something to be proud of and be able to tell others about. Instead, your mental health declined and after an attempted suicide in your youth, you were left with no choices. People didn’t want to talk about what happened to you because they perceived it as something wrong, they didn’t want to listen to you when you explained yourself, and many of your old friends disconnected themselves from you. You tried, you truly did try to look for a job that would help you pay your bills but no one wanted to hire you. They stated that due to your history and open speech about your “personal” troubles they wouldn’t be able to hire you. So here you were, having to scram to find how to make a living without worrying your friends.

You turned towards sex work and you lied about it to everyone, your friends including Shinsou assumed that you had a cozy job that allowed you to stay in all day. It sucked, you hated how you had to diminish the small amount of respect you had for yourself go to waste as you allowed others to touch you and violate you for a check. It made you feel incomplete as a person. No one wanted you in the places you excelled at and you had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to take care of yourself. You didn’t care if someone did this for themselves, you didn’t get that choice, you didn’t get a say. You just needed to take whatever came your way for the much-needed money. Paying your bills was your biggest concern and you felt too much shame to ask for help.

You didn’t get enough time to clean the dishes before one of your regulars knocked on your door. The man on top of you kissed you gently, his hands caressed your body and made you feel safe. He told you sweet words that told you how beautiful you were, how perfect you are. He used your body in a way that felt like two lovers in a moment of passion while the reality was that this regular wanted to have his roleplay fantasies fulfilled. He wanted to recreate a scene in a movie that his girlfriend wouldn’t do with him. You had no true feelings for him, he was cheating on his partner but paying you well for it. It was better than being homeless.

“You’re so good, baby. You’re so perfect for me. You feel so good for me.” You smiled gently at him and gasped out a moan. You were a great actor apparently because he bought it, he bought the illusion you were selling of a needy partner wanting their handsome boyfriend inside of them. He was too much for you but you need his money if you were going to continue living comfortably.

That was the problem, everyone assumed you were happy with your life. They saw the nice two-floor apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows and assumed that your job was fulfilling. Bakugou once came over to check the place out when you announced to your group of friends and said that it was an “ok place”. The decoration was nice and the place was clean so there was no reason for them to worry, you were going to be ok. When your client came inside of you, he thanked you and threw you a wad of cash. He cleaned himself up and put on his clothes like he did every time he was going to leave.

“Thanks again, L/n. This was great, you never stop to be hot in bed, hahaha.” He laughed to himself as he put on his jacket and buttoned up his shirt. You gave him a sweet smile, just like every other time, and blew him a kiss as he walked out of the room.

“Thanks for your patronage.” You flirted back. Your client opened and closed the front door and you were finally alone. It was fine now….it was not fine. His cum was still inside of you and it made this disgusting sound when you got up and moved your legs. The loneliness started to come over you and made you realized that it was everywhere. You needed to get out, needed to find something or someone you could spend time with.

You washed up and put on some clean clothes to make yourself feel fine and normal. You needed to escape your skin for a while after being with someone who didn’t see you as human. You picked up your phone and searched for any new clubs that opened up near your apartment. The club you went to opened a few weeks back, it was highlighted with LED and neon lights. It was promoted to be a safe space for people of any kind under the idea that everyone should be able to enjoy themselves safely and securely. You’ve been to many clubs before, mostly to find clients who would pay for you, but none of them made you feel safe or ok about yourself. If anything, these spaces made you feel more isolated because of your line of work, you were seen as dirty and disgusting. You hoped that the club would give you some ease but you wouldn’t get your hopes up. Promises were just promises.

The club was loud, people moved all over the place and it became apparent that it was going to be overwhelming. You walked deeper inside and immediately noticed the performers on the stage, they were...respected. They were pole dancers, no one could deny that, but they were kept behind glass with enough space to move around. They moved their bodies in such a beautiful manner that it was nowhere near the usual erotic and sexually charged movement you were used to seeing at clubs, it was artistic. They adopted different styles, many of them leaning for sex appeal while others solely seemed to want to be seen as the artists that they were. You were shocked how people clapped for them, how these people supported the performers without once making a grab for them. The more you walked the more performers appeared. They were all in different costumes and all were wearing masks to disguise themselves. The one that caught your eye was a tall 6’2 man with muscles rivaling all of the gods. He was covered in a light sheen that made him glow in the low light and jet black-looking hair that made his eyes look even more intense. He was focused on his movements, his legs wrapped around the pole as he kept a hand on it while he spun around. He threw his head back and slid down to the floor just to arch his back and smirk at the audience around him. The man grabbed the poll for support and picked himself up, he was happy to do this job that was what he was selling to the audience. You wished that you could have the same genuine feeling regarding your employment. He walked off stage, presumably to get changed or take his break or change spots with another performer. He was gone from everyone’s sight but he left behind a remarkable impression on the audience. You remembered as a child wishing that you would change the world with your heroics but that never came to be in the end. You had to give it up because you’re teachers and family stated mental instability as the major concern. You could have been saving the world with your friends if life hadn’t decided to fuck you over in the way it did.

The crowd dispersed and you continued your adventure into the club. It was huge, it felt like you had walked hours before you made it to the lower section of the club. You could hear moans coming from downstairs, odd considering that the music was loud and flowing through the entire building with nothing stopping it. Here though, it was more silent, the music feeling distant and muffled as you walked down the long corridor. One of the doors opened and revealed a woman in a latex upper bodysuit with a long form-fitting dress, a slit of her dress revealing her leg walked out of the room. She held a chain on her hand and yanked at it lightly which only revealed a stumbling woman following right behind her. The other woman was shorter than her and clearly had fun in the room with the other woman. Her eyes were glossy and she had this sweet dopy smile on her face as she trailed behind.

“Evening, darling. Don’t mind us. My beautiful submissive,” The woman yanked at the chain and caressed her subs cheek. The submissive leaned into the touch and let out a whimper as she lovingly looked at her domme. “And I were just leaving. Enjoy yourself down here, I’m sure you’re to find someone with the same taste as you.” With that, the domme turned and yanked at the chain again to lead her submissive somewhere else on the lower floor, leaving you alone in the corridor. You continued walking down the hall and looked at the lit-up signs on top of the doors. Many of them had a lit-up sign showing they were in use while others were turned off. You walked into one of the empty rooms and made yourself comfortable. The room had a television and a large bed connected to a bathroom, a small snack bar with all kinds of drinks could be found by the right side of the room. Beside the bed, there was a large nightstand that had baskets full of condoms, dental dams, and other single-use items. You laughed a little at the irony of you looking for an escape from your job while also finding yourself in a space that promotes sex. You sat down on the bed and laid down. The sheets were fresh and they smelled clean, if only you had the motivation to clean your place to feel comfortable. You basket in the moment of peace and silence but that was soon disrupted when you heard the door open. You looked at the person who came in and noticed it was the stripper that got your attention earlier. He wasn’t looking at you at first but as soon as he closed the door he looked up and noticed you.

“Oh, sorry I should go-” He reached behind him for the door handle but failed to locate it before you got up from the bed.

“It’s fine, I’m leaving anyways.” You walked towards the door but the man stopped you.

“Y- I mean, you don’t need to leave if you don’t want to. I walked in here without checking if it was empty.” He rubbed his neck and then moved his hand into his hair. You’ll admit he was cute but he was someone you never thought you’d interact with. Strippers and Sex workers had very different careers and on the occasion, these two professions merged, it wasn’t everyone who did both.

“I should still go. You want your space.” You continued to the door but the man again stopped you.

“Do you want a free dance?” You tiled your head and stared at him confused.

“Why?”

“Because you’re honestly nicer than any of the other clients. You haven’t tried to grope me yet which is nice.” He chuckled again but you can tell that it was a bit of a hard memory for him. You felt the same way, people touching you when you didn’t want to was not your favorite thing either. You realized that no matter the environment, you were both bound to pretend it was great when in reality it was mentally and emotionally taxing.

“Or we can just talk? You don’t need to give me anything just for keeping my hands to myself.” You sat down on the bed again and turned the television on. You made yourself comfortable and just watched whatever was on while the dancer stood there confused. He hadn’t expected you to stick to your word. You both chatted and watched the show on tv, just mindless entertainment for the both of you to escape your realities. You noticed he kept his own hands on top of his chest and would fiddle with his thumbs. He smelled like honey, sweat, and a hint of lavender.

When the tv show finished he got up and thanked you for spending time with him. He was appreciative of the moment of peace you offered him and walked back to the locker room with a smile on his face.

You got up from the bed an hour after he left but you were happy, you felt at ease. The dreaded walk back to your apartment was not the best in the shoes you chose but you were still beaming from the interaction and environment of the club. Your first client for the night was waiting outside of your apartment. You smiled at them and jumped into their arms like a couple would do and invited them inside. The night was long, one client after another came and went but you remained in the same place, it was endless. When morning arrived, your last client for the night left as you were covered in their release and sweat. You got up to take a shower and just like clockwork Shinsou called to ask if you want to have breakfast with him.

“Sure.” You heard Shinsou sputter on the other end.

“Really?”

“Do you not want me to say yes?” You giggled.

“No- I wait- not no but yes- not yes in that way!” You giggled harder as he tripped over his own words. You caught him off guard by agreeing the moment he asked. If you were him, you would have felt your heart pitter-patter as your giggles reached his ears. It made him feel like mush.

“You never say yes. I usually have to convince you but I’m happy that you agreed. Do you want to go somewhere or just eat at your place?”

“How about we go out.”

“Great! Meet you there?”

“Sure.” You ended the call with a smile on your face. The club and the stripper you met didn’t leave your head. The calm and mutual understand the man and you had was comforting and made you feel like you could do anything you placed your mind to. It’s the reason why you said yes to breakfast with Shinsou the first time he asked that morning.

Walking down the street in a hoodie and jeans was not chic like the other clothes you owned but you didn’t care. You felt alive and comfortable in the clothes you wore which only helped add joy to your existence. You saw Shinsou in his open jacket in front of the location you agreed and waved hello once you were in hearing distance.

“Hi, Shinsou. Nice seeing you.” Shinsou looked up from his phone and smiled at you. You could see why so many of the students at UA had a crush on him. His smile, be it a bit crooked and off-putting, was still unique to him and only helped enhance his looks.

“Hey, L/n. What has you so happy? Not that it’s a bad thing, just curious.” You took a moment to think about how you were going to phrase yourself but you also noticed the more you pondered the more Shinsou caved into himself, almost worried.

“I went to a club last night. It was nice.” You both walked into the line to be seated and watched as the staff of the restaurant worked quickly to move everyone around.

“Was it fun?” He raised his brow at you, waiting for a reply.

“I guess. Night Clubs arent my thing but the people were nice. Some lady bought me a drink and then I’m went home. Nothing else interesting happened.” Shinsou nodded but the corners of his mouth pulled up.

“Well, that was nice of her.” One of the staff members asked you to follow them into the restaurant and sat you both in a booth by the large window facing the street. The palace was homie, something you weren’t fully familiar with since your parent always argued and didn’t invest much time into you.

“Something on your mind?” Shinsou sat across from you and fiddled with one of the rings on his hand. You never noticed how strong his hand were till now. He wore gloves to protect them and have only truly seen him in his uniform. Now that you thought about it, this was the first time you’ve seen him in something casual and unique to him.

“Nothing, I just...was thinking about my job.”

“Oh, yeah ahhhh. What’s your job again?”

“I do some review work for support companies and analysis papers.” You didn’t like lying to anyone but it was necessary. You had some friends and the thought of losing them after telling them you were a prostitute terrified you.

“Ahhh, that. That sounds like fun, hopefully, it isn’t strenuous.” You smiled back at him but diverted your eyes.

“It’s not that bad.” It was terrible. You didn’t like it but it was the only choice you had, that or get married to someone who could maintain and want you with your problems. The waiter came to your table and asked for your orders, once given they left you both alone again.

“This is going to be a bit personal but I have an important question to ask you?” Shinsou rubbed his neck nervously and avoided your eyes.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“What would you recommend doing if you’re dealing with uncontrolled anxiety?” You didn’t know how to answer that question since you didn’t know the answer. You’ve suffered from anxiety, still do, but that wasn’t the main “problem” you had. You couldn’t care about yourself and have chronically felt sick, that’s not mentioning the physical repercussions you had to deal with, but you didn’t know where any of your ailments fell onto. You didn’t even know what you had because you refused to speak with a professional about it.

“I guess a calm and not so stimulating environment could help, maybe being around small groups of people or a person who can help anchor you?” Shinsou nodded at you and looked out the window.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” The waiter came back with your meal and the rest of that morning was just the two of you talking over breakfast. You wanted to ask why he wanted your opinion on anxiety but you thought it was best to leave it be. It wasn’t your place to ask about something personal if he didn’t want to tell you but you began to feel concerned for him.

“This was nice, L/n. Do you want to do this again tomorrow?” Tomorrow was uncertain for you, you didn’t know how long your good mood would last but you enjoyed his company. Shinsou provided you with a social interaction that was tender and calm. The dancer of last night came back into your memory. You wondered what he got up to in the daytime, was he still a dancer or someone else?

You said your goodbyes but that night you had plans to go back to the club. That was your routine for every night since then. You wanted to continue speaking and spending time with the nice dancer. You both talked about your lives and the struggles you both faced. Not once did you mention your job and he never bothered to ask what it was so it wasn’t a concern for you. He did ask about how you felt every time you came back. Sometimes you’d say well other times not so much but he never pushed you away. The ability to speak about mental health with a total stranger was liberating for you, it was the chance for you to be yourself. You thought about telling him of everything that was going on and a serious life decision you were planning on making soon. Maybe he’ll save you from it.

“I’m planning on taking my own life soon.” The dancer sat up straight on the bed you both laid on and turned to face you.

“Are you joking or is this real?”

“Real.” It was difficult to look at him, he was wearing this freely maid outfit with bows all over his hair, it made him too cute for the conversation you were having.

“Oh….” He didn’t say anything else, didn’t tell you not to do it. He instead sat in silence with you as you thought of what to say next.

“I don’t want to continue living since it doesn’t give me anything to look forward to. I’m just tired. I don’t want to be here anymore.” You continued watching the show on the tv while the dancer next to you collected himself.

“When are you planning on doing it?” His voice wavered and cracked in places but you didn’t notice it. You didn’t care. Everything would be over soon.

“Soon. Maybe in a few days, I don’t know yet but I want to sleep forever.” The dancer took in a shaky breath and faced you. His eyes giving away the sheer panic he felt.

“I can leave if you want.” You got up from the bed and began to put on your shoes but the man reached out to grab your wrist.

“No! I mean, no you don't need to leave. Just...answer something for me, can you do that?” You nodded and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

“Why- Is there anything I can do to help you not do it?” You stared at him and gave him the sweetest smile you could manage.

“No, I don't think so. Sorry.” You got up and left the room leaving the dancer behind.

You canceled all of your appointments that night and for the evening. You wanted to be left alone with your thoughts to think through what you were going to do. It wasn’t a genuine want to die, it was the thought that things would be fixed if you did die. You laid down on your bed and thought about your apartment, the decorations you put up to help you feel better, the friends you’ve made. You’ll miss the dancer, the pro heroes you envied, and Shinsou. Shinsou was a friend you guessed, you didn’t feel all that attached to him but his presence is calming. He did so much for you and he’d never come to realize it. None of the people around you will ever realize how much they did for you because you’ll be gone before you could tell them. That's when it sparked, you decided to write them all letters to tell them how grateful you’ve been for all of these years of kindness they showed you.

So that's how it started. You spent time with all of your old UA classmates and spend more time at the club. You drained your bank accounts dry and spent some of the money on things that would make you happy. What you didn’t use was to buy them all gifts. Bakugou would get kitchen utensils, Jirou would get a brand new guitar, Kaminari a figurine of his favorite idol, Kirishima Red Riot memorabilia, and Shinsou would get a kitten. A nice manner of saying thank you and goodbye all at once. You wrote out letters and had them stacked on your desk by your bed ready to go the moment you went away. But that thought had to stop as a knock at your door snapped you out of your trance. You got up and looked through the peephole. Shinsou was standing outside looking nervous.

“Shinsou? What are you doing here? It’s… quarter past two and we already had breakfast at nine.” Shinsou let himself inside and stood in front of you as you closed the front door.

“I wanted to hang out. Do you want me to leave?” Shinsou was only ever nervous with you when you were both back in UA and just met each other. The occasional worry was present at times but not to this extent.

“No, no you can stay I just wasn’t expecting you.” You smile at him and offered him something t drink and eat. He refused and followed you around the apartment as you gathered the things you wanted. You brought it all to your living room and sat down on the couch just to turn on the tv.

“Come, sit with me.” You smiled at him. Shinsou’s nerves didn’t seem to ease but he sat down next to you on the couch.

“So you wanted to hang out?” You asked him.

“Y- Yeah, I know we saw each other already but I still wanted to spend more time with you.” He rubbed the back of his neck and avoided looking at you directly.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” He nodded and the both of you chose something to watch.

Shinsou helped calm down the rapid beating of your heart as his presence acted as a grounder for you. You felt at ease as you leaned back into the couch and felt Shinsous arm drape over the back of it. You didn’t know when his arm got behind your head but it was there and his hand was hanging next to your face. You could smell his deodorant and his cologne, it was a nice musky smell with a lavender undertone. Who would have thought that Mindjack liked flowers? As Shinsou, he had a natural attraction to things perceived as frail, you could list out several times that you’ve caught him feeding a kitten with a bottle or making his bed for a stray while he slept on the floor. You know that you could go to Shinsou and ask for help if you needed it, hell, you could do that with all of your UA classmates but it just felt safer with him. You could tell him, have him stop you, tell you that you’re worthy of living and being happy. He could save you like the hero he is. But that’s what hits you, the guilt that Shinsou and the others would feel. He trusted you enough to share his struggles and even went as far as to spend time with you yet he’ll never know that you’re already planning for your end. He’ll blame himself and throw himself into another depressive state just like when he first hit the hero scene. This wasn’t the plan but it was what you needed to do if you were going to stop the feelings you had. You’re head screamed at you to do it while your heart begged you not to, you were at odds with yourself and had no idea who to listen to in this case.

“Can you promise me something?” You turned to face Shinsou, he was looking at you instead of the tv.

“If you ever plan to do any big... life-changing decision, could you please tell me before you do them? I want to be there to support you in whatever you want to do.” His words hit you like a wall of bricks.

“Of course.” You hated this. You hated lying and pretending.

You couldn’t process what was going on around you, you felt like an intruder in your own body. The world would come and go into focus as you laid in the same spot, your arms felt cold except in certain areas. It felt like you were burning in places. How could you burn and be cold? You heard muffled noises, something crashing and breaking, splintering on the floor. Something banged and the world began to haze over, the air in your lungs felt like it was begging pushed out of you. Screaming came next. Something was making a loud noise and it began to come closer to you. It grabbed you, your arms were beginning to go numb and the world faded from your eyes. Maybe this was death pulling you into its embrace, maybe it wanted to personally take care of you. It pulled you out of whatever you had fallen into and the air that was once missing came back into your lungs. Your body felt like a sack being dragged, the splashing of liquid, as you were dropped onto the ground, had you open your eyes. You were tired, everything hurt and you wanted it to stop.

“Y/N! Y/n wake up!” The person began to press on your chest, an agonizing push on your chest that you felt push at your lungs and the fluid that had managed to get stuck inside of you. It pushed it out, everything you had inside of your body was pushed out and you were turned on your side to continued to vomit the contents of your stomach.

“Y/n, stay there I’ll get the paramedics.” You tried to reach for the voice, tried to stop them from getting you help but nothing came out of you other than gasps and more water. You couldn’t see well but you could see a fog of color. Red. A lot of red surrounded you so did the color blue.

“Come on, I’ll pick you and take you outside.” You couldn’t put up a struggle, you were too tired to fight back.

The next time you woke up you opened your eyes to a sterilized room with only the bed you laid on and a chair. Shinsou was sleeping soundly in the chair beside your bed, his hand acted as a support for his head. You noticed his eye bags, they were darker and more prominent on his face. You didn’t know how to organize yourself, it was disastrous how much guilt you felt. Was he like this already? Was he already losing more sleep? Did you do this? Of course, you did that was a stupid question to ask. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t care and you still pushed him away when he was trying to save you.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice wavered as you pushed out the words, it was faint from the lack of use. Even though you spoke softly Shinsou still woke up. He immediately looked over at you and noticed you were awake. He got up from the chair and stood by your bed.

“You’re awake, oh thank god, you’re awake.” Shinsou placed his hand on the back of your head and kissed your forehead. You couldn’t see his ears turn red since his hair was down but his expression did demonstrate distress. Your head was pushed against his chest and that calming smell of lavender that came off of him soothed you. You felt the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes cascade down and wet his shirt. His heartbeat be it quick was still calming.

“Don’t do this again.” He made you look at him. His eyes were full of tears and his lip quivered as he tried speaking.

“Please.” Shinsou felt like his world was burning down when he found you in your bathtub bleeding out. He wanted to think that it was a robbery gone wrong but everything was in place, the lights were turned off, you had a stack of envelopes with all o your UA friends on your desk. It all lined up with what you told him unknowingly that night at the club.

He danced a new routine he dedicated to you. You didn’t know it was him, the mask covered a large portion of his face and he dyed his hair with washable black hair dye. He wanted to tell you early on but he didn’t know what you would think of him being a stripper. You spoke more openly with him in the club than you ever did as himself. You never spoke of the pressure placed on you by your family or the fact you dreamed of being a hero but not having the access to that opportunity. He never knew you were this miserable you always greeted everyone with a smile and yeah you looked tired but so did he. Not once was it questioned why you missed school so frequently or why you never spoke of your home life. You looked happy so they assumed you were just that.

“Why…? I’m not worth the trouble Shinsou-”

“Yes, you are! You’re worth so much and you don’t realize it. I don’t know what causes you to think you weren’t but you are.” Shinsou pulled up the chair closer to your hospital bed and grabbed your hand as he sat down.

“I’ve seen a lot doing hero work, Y/n. I’ve seen people who’ve been shot, stabbed, have died on the scene, I’ve seen it all Y/n. Because of that, I’ve learned that I should be more present in my friend’s life because I don’t know when I’m going to lose them. I nearly lost you, I almost lost the one person who never doubted me or was afraid of me. You stood by my side and were my number one supporter when I needed it. Let me be yours, please.” He could see the muscles under the bandages try to tense but were too weak to do so. The tears continued to flow from both of you as you two cried in silence. Not a single person dared to come in to disrupt the calm within the room.

“I’ll give up everything in this world to make sure you’re safe with me.” He whimpered out. He cared for you more than you’ll ever know. He wanted to ask you out at the club after he told you who he was. He saw how happy you were and wanted to possibly add to it, be another reason you got up in the morning and maybe give him your stunning smile.

“Thank you.” You cried. Shinsou was too nice to you. He was here with you when he didnt need to and was helping you try to fic your life. You wanted to live without the constant emotional and mental pain. You wanted to enjoy the life you had without all of the agonies and he was offering to help.

“Thank you so much.” Shinsou pulled you too close to him and had you inhale his scent. Lavender flower into your lungs and calmed your demons who told you that you weren’t enough. It shut off the physical symptoms that plagued you since your childhood. It was going to be ok, just like the stripper from the club told you it would be the last time you went. The dancer held your hand and rubbed his thumb telling you that your decision was yours to make, that he would not think less of you no matter the result. He smelled faintly of Lavender too, what a weird resemblance.

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yournotsolocalcryptid · 4 years ago

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Just Someone You Used to Know

part 1/? | from this ask

NEXT (Lost In Thought and Lost In Time)

Summary: Your childhood friend Billy (whom you thought was dead) turns up at a hospital and you get a call about it.

pairing(s): Billy/Four x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings/authors notes: the request was for Hurt/comfort and while there's not a ton of that in this chapter there will be elements of it and also a lot of other things. angst, fluff, a lot of emotions going on here. swearing. poor writing skills, barely proofread/edited. this will be a multi-part fic, tho I don't know how many yet.

word count: 2.3k

Your phone lit up with a call from an unknown number which you promptly ignored and continued with your day as you figured If it was important they’d leave a message, which they did. When you had a free moment you grabbed your phone clicked on the message.

“Hello, is this Y/N?” said a voice you didn't recognize “I’m a nurse and a man was just brought in having sustained some injuries. when we asked him if there was anyone we could call to be with him he said your first name and listed this number. He had no forms of identification but he said his name was Billy.”

This made you stop cold. The nurse continued but you weren’t quite hearing what she said. Your mind was reeling. Billy? Your Billy? Surely not, you must’ve misheard or maybe the nurse did, or maybe the nurse misspoke and had really said “willy” or the man just spouted random numbers in a delirium caused by his injuries that happened to make up your number. That must be it because Billy is dead. Your Billy died several years ago. You attended his funeral and had mourned him with your whole being every day since.

You relistened to the voicemail to clarify you hadn’t misunderstood and there it was clear as day Billy. You ran a hand over your face and tried to focus as the voice continued, stating the name and address of there they were as well as what floor and wing of the hospital which you wrote down. You stared at the address. The rational part of you said not to go. Not to get your hopes up because Billy will not be there. Billy is in the cemetery a few miles from where you were and yet... and yet everything else in you was screaming at you to go. You knew he wouldn’t be there and you’d be heartbroken all over again but there was a man, an injured man who may not be your Billy but who needed someone nonetheless. After staring at the address for what felt like an eternity you stood abruptly, put your shoes on, grabbed your things and swept out the door.

When you arrived at the hospital you went to the desk in the correct wing and on the correct floor (you triple-checked) you stated your name and explained how you got a call about a man named Billy. The woman at the desk checked a few things and clarified your name before directing you to the waiting room. You made your way to a chair and sat on the edge of it bouncing your leg and fiddling with your fingers. You were anxious, very anxious, and your mind was racing. After a few minutes, a nurse walked in and called your name, you stood and went to her. She leads you down a hallway and stopped outside a room.

She turned to you and said, “He has a fractured wrist, face lacerations, lots of bruising, and we had to take him to surgery to stop some internal bleeding. He’s probably still asleep from the procedure but he should be all right and should no complications arise he should be about to go home within the next few days” you nodded, your eyebrows knitted together “would you like me to come in with you?” she asked and you shook your head, no. she nodded briefly and said, “I’ll be at the nurse’s station we just passed should you need anything and please press the ‘call nurse’ button when he wakes up” then she smiled warmly and went on her way.

You turned to face the door and placed a shaking hand on the handle. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

The first thing you saw when you opened the door was the beautiful blond man you’d once known lying in the hospital bed, covered in cuts and bruises and unconscious. You went to his bedside unsure of what to feel. Your heart swelled a little when you saw him, but you were also scared and hurt and confused and angry. You reached out a hand and brushed some hair out of his face, almost as a way to confirm his existence, to confirm he was actually there and you hadn't lost your mind.

As your fingertips made contact, your eyes dropped shut and your lip quivered. You retracted your hand and collapsed onto the floor as sobs tore through your body, your mind swirling with questions. How was he alive? Why did he tell them to call you of all people? Where has he been this whole time? How could he have faked his death? How could he have put you through that? How was he back?

After a while, the sobbing and tears subsided and a certain numbness took over you as the questions faded to be replaced with memories. Memories of Billy danced through your mind as you sat on the floor, cheeks streaked with the tears you hadn’t bothered to wipe away. Billy was your best friend and your first… everything really. First kiss, first love, first sexual partner, first heartbreak, first death of a loved one- or so you’d thought anyway, the first person you’d ever mourned and now, the first person you’d ever known to somehow return from the dead. Billy and you had what seemed like a complicated history, friends to lovers back to friends but he had been your person in every way. He was the one you went to about everything and you were his. His “death” had crushed you. But now, he was just someone you used to know.

You were brought back to reality by shifting in the bed before you and the sound of a sharp intake of breath. You glanced up and saw Billy looking at you, his face twisted in pain and his casted hand holding his ribs. He had clearly tried to sit up on his own. You stood and pushed him back down. With one hand still on his chest, you reached for the button to call the nurse. As you did you felt his unharmed hand cover yours and you froze. You could feel him looking at you but you couldn't get yourself to look back. You heard the doorknob rattle and you pulled away from him, wiping your face on your sleeve and turned to see the same nurse as before entering the room. You gave her a quick, tight smile and sat in one of the chairs near the bed. Over the next several minutes as the nurse checked in with Billy you sat numbly. You saw Billy glance your way once or twice but you paid no attention. You just zoned out. When the nurse turned to leave you shot her another quick smile.

Once the door closed behind her, you saw Billy open his mouth to speak up you held up a hand to stop him. The two of you sat in silence for a long while as you wrestled with your emotions. Your heart telling you to go to him, be happy he’s back and love him, your mind telling you to scream, yell, chew him out because how very dare he hurt you like that? and your body was telling you to just break down again.

After a long while, choosing your words very carefully, you said, “did you have a good reason?”

Billy gulped, knowing exactly what you were referring to “yeah, love. but I-” you held up a hand again and he stopped again instantly

“I am so pissed at you right now. I can’t-” you took a deep breath “I accept that you had a reason but I lost my best friend, my-” you paused “I lost everything when I lost you and now you’re here. And I’m so fucking angry but also… you’re here. You’re actually fucking here and shit… I’m so mad at you. How fucking dare you”

Billy was silent, staring at his lap

You sat in silence again. Both unsure of what to say or do or feel. Both aching for each other, having missed the other dearly. As upset as you were, Billy was actually here. He was right there, just a few steps away and you just couldn’t help yourself. You stood and his head whipped toward you. You went to his bedside and gestured for him to scooch over, which he did with a puzzled look on his face, and you lay on your side next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I missed you” you whispered as you gently played with his fingers on his non-injured hand.

Billy leaned over, placed a kiss on your forehead, and said “I missed you too, love”

Before long you had both dozed off and you slept more peacefully than you had in a long while. Since Billy’s death actually, but you couldn't bring yourself to remember that just yet.

After a while, you weren’t sure exactly how long, you were woken up by Billy poking at your forehead and whispering your name. You batted his hand away and glared at him

“What?”

“I need to wee and you’re on me”

You sighed, swung your legs over the side of the small bed and sat up. You stretched and stood. Ben groaned behind you and you turned to find him struggling to sit up as he had before and once again you went to him but this time you helped him up. As he went about his business you decided to head to the nurses station for a stretch and to see if the nurse you’d spoken to before was still here. She was and for that, you were grateful as you had some questions.

You spoke to her about Billy and his injuries and care. She said he seemed to be doing well when she saw him earlier, that his injuries were not too extensive and the surgery for the internal bleeding was as minimally invasive as was possible and that while he would be good to leave the hospital very soon (tomorrow or the day after depending on her next check-in with him) he would need to be released into someone else’s care to keep an eye on his recovery and so on. Then she said,

“I assume that would be you”

“Me?”

“You”

You gulped and took a form she was holding out to you. Taking care of Billy... Living with Billy through his healing process… as much as you’d missed him and as much as your heart ached for him you were so afraid he’d leave again. What if he used your help then bailed? No, not Billy. You told yourself. Yes he left before but he’s not a user and he said he had a good reason for what he did, and because it was Billy, you believed him.

“You’ll both need to sign it agreeing that he is in your care for the hospital to feel good about letting him leave this early but of course we can’t make you guys sign it or technically make him stay”

You nodded “I’ll talk to him” and you started to drift off to his room still staring at the form

“I’ll be in shortly before the end of my shift and again tomorrow morning”

You nodded again even though you were nearly at his door already and it was unlikely she could see such a subtle movement of your head from there.

You stepped back into his room and found him back in bed.

“What’s that?” he asked pointing at the paper in your hand

“A form” you said still lost in thought and drifting toward his bed. When you got close enough he reached out and snatched it from your hands.

“Release form?” He questioned his eyebrows scrunching together “I, the undersigned, agree to be released into the care of..” he stopped reading and looked at you “what is this?”

“They think you’ll be all ready to leave the hospital possibly as soon as tomorrow providing you have someone to keep track of you, which they assume will be me”

“Well, yeah. why wouldn’t it be you?”

You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words to express everything going on in your head.

Billy set the form down and reach out to you with both hands. You took his hands in yours and he pulled a bit so you tipped onto the bed and he pulled you into a tight hug. “I’ll explain everything, where I was, what happened to me, why I-" he paused "everything. I promise. But not here, not now. I fucked up by not telling you about all this as it happened and I’ve regretted it every day since”

You pulled away from him and grabbed the - now slightly crumpled- form from where he’d placed it on his lap and left the room. Billy watched as you left, confused and scared but then you swept back into the room, with a pen in hand and you signed the form. You handed Billy the form and the pen and said, “I’ve gotta go home, see you tomorrow” and you left again leaving Billy in a bit of a daze.

When you got back to the small place you called home, you got nervous. Billy had been your best, well… everything for so many years, he’d seen you at your worst and your best and he’d seen your home in greater disarray than it was now and yet you were nervous about him seeing your life like this. So you cleaned and tidied until you couldn’t think of anything else to dust or move and when you finally went to bed that night you dreamt of Billy. A mix of fact and fiction intertwined in your brain as you slept fitfully. Happy turned to sad, sad turned to confusing and confusing turned to scary until you awoke with a jolt.

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matryosika · 4 years ago

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shoot me, chapter II

pairing — changbin x reader

rating — 18+

genre of the overall series — smut, angst, fluff if you squint

prologue chapter I chapter II

word count for this chapter — 5.5 k

warnings — softdom!changbin, kind of bratty reader, mild exhibition (something happens at a dressing room but it's not too much), dry humping - lap riding?, oral (m), praise kink, use of petnames, slight edging, masturbation and cum eating

note — i wrote this today because maybe this week i'll be busy with college and i was feeling a bit inspired. i'm so happy with the messages i recieved and, if you like my work, i highly encourage you to send an ask or a message! thank you so much for reading me and i hope you enjoy this chapter. it's a litte bit more smut and angsty tension than actual plot, but i was feeling this today. also, i didn't plan on having a taglist but i guess i'll do! if you are interested in me adding you, please let me know! <3

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the awkward small meeting soon became lunch. arthur convinced you and changbin to join them at a very nice restaurant that was located a few blocks away from the company and, although you refused for the sake of comfort, your father didn't accepted a "no" for an answer.

"he is like a step-son to me" arthur said, looking at changbin as if he had some sort of admiration towards him. "i've seen him become the man he is now and i'm sure no one can run the company like him"

both haeun and jang-yeop seemed flattered, but changbin didn't even smile at the compliment arthur just said. by the lack of response, his mother rushed to say something in order to move on to other topic. it was pretty obvious that changbin was acting kind of rude towards everyone today, but you guessed he was just feeling uncomfortable because of what happened yesterday.

"so, y/n" haeun interrupted "your father had planned a dinner for you yesterday but it seemed like he had to canceled it because you had plans… how was your first day back in korea?"

"oh" you muttered, trying to chew the food that was still in your mouth so you could answer her question "it was… definetly something"

as soon as you answered her question, changbin gave you a side look from his place at the dinner table. "i went out with an old friend from middle school to itaewon"

"itaewon.." jang-yeop added "there are some dangerous places there, y/n. you should be more careful going out at night, korea might be a safe place but you can find anything out there".

"yeah i-" and for a moment, a perversed idea striked your head "i actually had a very unpleaseant situation yesterday at the bar i attended to"

immediatly after you finished your sentence, changbin glanced right at you.

"what happened?" jang-yeop questioned filled with concern.

"there were some awfully rude people there" you replied, limitating the answer. you wanted changbin to have an uncomfortable time there just because he crushed your pride the night before "i'll just leave it at that"

"changbin" her mother intervened "weren't you at itaewon yesterday too?"

the poor man almost choked on his food, coughing softly to avoid attracting any attention or being too loud "i was"

this was the first time you heard his voice that day and you would be absolutely lying if you said it didn't make you feel something. the memories of him praising you last night while he was eating you out just flooded your mind, making you stare directly at him for a really long time.

he was looking at you too, but his gaze transmitted something completely different than lust or desire. he was angry, maybe at himself or at you for teasing him in front of his parents, but he looked scared too, uncomfortable.

"see, this is exactly why i planned that dinner yesterday" arthur stated "i wanted to introduce changbin to y/n so he could guard her during her stay in korea. you know jang-yeop, how men are behaving nowadays…"

"tell me about it, arthur" the old man replied.

"i trust changbin as if he is my own blood" your father continued "if i asked him to take care of my youngest daughter y/n, i'm sure he would"

"maybe he can give her a tour around the principal streets of seoul" his mother suggested with the biggest smile.

"i'd love to" you were quick to say, earning a death-stare from the man in question. "i wanted to go to this mall i saw on my way from the airport but hyejin was in a rush and we couldn't stop by"

with a satisfied look, jang-yeop laid his body down on the chair he was sitting and sighed. "well, changbin, seems like you have plans for today"

"i'm not a taxi-driver" he spitted, earning a despicable look from both of his parents.

"no, changbin" arthur was rushed to intervene "i would really appreciate if you took care of her whenever she goes out alone. you know how men are, just think of her as a younger sister"

for a moment you felt the need to throw up at his fake words, but you were enjoying the scene.

a younger sister, that's funny.

"where's that store again?" changbin asked annoyed.

this can go really good or really bad for you, changbin. it's up to you.

"so you are not going to even apologize?" you asked in the middle of the uncomfortable silence that was now filling changbin's sports car.

"for what, giving you the best orgasm of your life?" he mumbled with a cold tone in his voice. you could see he wasn't really in the mood for talking, but you at least expected an apology for humiliating you yesterday.

"funny how you thought of me as a gold digger when my father is practically your boss and you do exactly as he says" you chuckled.

now let's clarify something. you never really felt proud of being arthur's daughter because he wasn't even a father to you. yes, you shared his blood and last name but at the end of the day that didn't meant anything for you. nevertheless, changbin didn't knew this so you could play that "ceo's bratty daughter" card everytime you wanted, even if that obligated you to actually act like you and arthur held a loving fraternal relationship.

"if i knew you were his daughter, none of that would've happened" he replied without parting his eyes from the street, again, with the coldest voice you had ever hear in your life.

"what part, the humiliation or the orgasm?"

he gave you a threatening look and proceeded to keep is eyes on the road. you were quite unsure how to lead this situation since everything happened really fast: your arrival to korea, your first encounter with ryujin after a long time, the itaewon night and the bar incident... changbin was still a mere stranger but you had quite a feeling that this wasn't going to be the first time you spended time with him since your father made it clear: changbin was like family to him.

shit, i am his real family and never even bothered to reach out for me when i was in japan. he probably only did it this time because of ara.

"is this is?" changbin asked as he parked.

"yeah" you replied, looking at the tall building that was in front of you.

"i'll wait for you here, don't delay, i don't have your time" he snarled without removing his seatbealt.

"you are not coming?"

you had one idea in mind to fuck up his head even more, but it was only going to work if changbin accompanied you to the store.

"and what exactly am i going to do there? rate the stupid clothes you try on?" he scoffed, checking his cellphone without even looking at you.

"do whatever you want" you told him, closing the door with a loud noise and bending over the opened window of the car "but i don't think arthur would be happy about your hostility towards me"

a smile appeared on your face as you walked away, hearing another loud noise indicating that one of the car doors just closed again. good.

"are you done?" changbin asked irritated as he walked besides you on your tour of the mall.

"yeah i just" your attention was caught by a black short dress that was on display at the front of a store that looked -expensive-. you had some of your own money from the previous night because, thanks to ryujin's master plan, you didn't actually had to spend any... but it was probably not going to be enough.

and just when you were about to tell changbin that you were ready to go, you remembered it: hyejin lended you one of her credit cards yesterday to buy yourself a "top-of-the-class present" because she was quite unsure of your likes and dislikes.

"i'll just go to that store and i'm done"

changbin rolled his eyes and followed you through the crowd of people that were in the mall at the moment. the store was crowded with people too, mostly women and their husbands or boyfriends who were waiting for them at the couches provided.

as you entered, you were quick to approach the pile of black dresses that caught your attention in order to try one on. the price, as expected, was elevated for you but it was probably nothing for hyejin. i'll buy this, i'm sorry sis.

it was a simple, skinny black dress with the whole back exposed. you figured out that it would be nice to wear it on a bar night or something and, since you didn't have that many clothes for those kind of situations, it would be good to get yourself some.

showtime!

"so" you said, walking out of the dressing room and immediatly catching the attention of changbin who was right outside of it, sitting while talking on the phone with someone.

"i'll call you back" he mumbles, turning his cellphone off.

"how do you like it?"

"does it matter?"

"it's too expensive and i won't buy it if i don't look good in it" you laughed ironically.

"i don't think arthur would be happy with you walking around seoul wearing just that" he scoffed, implying that the dress was too sluty.

"i wasn't asking for arthur's opinion" you spitted "i was asking for yours"

he shrugged his shoulders without even giving a proper answer, returning to the only activity he had been doing since the two of you arrived to the mall: using his cellphone.

"i actually need your help to get this off" you mentioned

he swallowed nervously without even looking at you, licking his lips "ask for help to the ladies that work here"

"they are busy"

you had no idea what they were doing but you needed to get changbin into the dressing room with you. he already feels guilty and i don't have anything to lose, it's not going to harm us if we add more stuff to the the record.

"just help me so we can get this over with and leave" you snarled, waiting for him to get up of the couch and walk with you to the dressing room.

the store was full of people minding their own business and, contrary to popular belief, they sold clothes both for women and men. the dressing rooms were pretty much mixed so it was not going to look weird if they saw changbin entering to one of them. besides, they had long curtains that fell right into the floor, it was impossible to look who was inside of them.

without saying a word, changbin was ready to untie the straps of the dress while looking directly at you through the mirror.

"now this brings back some memories" you said, chuckling.

changbin strucked you down with his gaze and approached the curtains with a swift movement, trying to get out of the small space the dressing room was without even helping you to get out of the dress first.

"look at me and tell me you don't find me attractive" you commanded, looking at his reflection in the mirror before he could even get himself out of there. changbin looked at you, letting out a sigh as he bit his lower lip in frustration.

"i'm sorry for what i said yesterday" he whispered angry, almost in resignation. "if that's what you want to hear so you can drop this fucking bratty attitude then i'm fucking sorry"

to be fair, that was actually what you wanted to hear since you encountered him that morning. but now that you had him there, the urge of wanting to make him feel even more guilty and ashamed just took complete power over you.

you couldn't really explained why you wanted to do all kinds of things to make him feel bad. it was probably your hatred for men, the fraternal relationship he had with your father or the fact that you found him extremely attractive, but you wanted to make him feel miserable.

"so, do you?" you inquired, stepping closer and pushing him away from the curtains.

"stop playing" he insisted, his gaze changing drastically from one moment to another. what looked like anger three seconds ago was now transformed into desire.

"it's okay" you cooed, resting your hands on both sides of his face, tilting yours to the side as your eyes fixed on his lips. "no one will find out about this, if that's what you are worried about"

he parted his lips as his tongue danced inside his mouth, grimacing in frustration "you mean about what happened" changbin dictated.

"about what happened?" you muttered, letting out a small whimper as his bulge grew against your thighs. "or about what will continue on happening?"

one of his hands approached the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly while lifting your face. "you know your father would fucking kill me if he finds out"

a victorious smile appeared on your lips. he just gave in.

"isn't that more fun?"

before you could finish the sentence, changbin's lips attacked yours. the kiss was sloppy and needy, as if he had been wanting to do this exact thing all the evening. his hands traveled to your lower back as he pressed you against him even harder.

his sweet taste and the friction between his bulge and your thigh almost made you give in as well, but you couldn't.

you had to prove yourself that you were still in control of the situation.

just a bit more.

his lips left your mouth to pepper kisses all over your jawline and neck. the way his breathing sounded was heavenly, making you start to feel the heat forming at your core. he looked at your face every now and then, as if he enjoyed the gestures you made by trying to hold back your moans.

okay, that's enough.

"a public restroom and now a dressing room" you shighed, as your hands pushed him away of you "i knew you were desperate but i didn't know how much"

his face contorted in anger, clenching his jaw as he saw you picking up your clothes from the floor.

"don't think too highly of yourself, changbin" you mumbled, looking at him before opening the curtain "you are a man, and men are just so easy"

you walked through the whole store with the dress on and your regular clothes under your arm.

"my boyfriend is paying for this, he is right behind me." and with that being said, you left the store.

as you were hiding yourself in the public bathrooms of the mall, you called ryujin.

"i'm at the coex" you said "can you please pick me up, i kind of need to talk with you"

"you want to grab some a snack?" she asked, and you could almost listen how she immediatly got up from her bed to get dressed.

"yeah, but not here" you replied. before hangin up, ryujin gave you a "gotcha" and you continued on changing you back to your previous clothes. you had no bag to carry the dress, so you exited the mall grabbing it like you just stole it.

you patiently waited for ryujin to pick you up, and it was actually earlier than you anticipated.

"there's a lovely coffee shop a few blocks from here"

"and that's pretty much what happened" you concluded, just as you finished telling ryujin the whole bar incident and the dressing-room idea you had that evening. she looked at you surprised, as if she just had witnessed a crime.

"so you had your first orgasm ever with a stranger on a public restroom?" she asked, almost on the brink of laughing hysterically.

"i just told you that i engaged in sexual activities with the most despicable men on earth who happens to be my father's right hand and that's everything you could pick up?" you replied, sipping from your iced coffee.

"pretty much, yeah" she joked "i don't remember him"

"yeah, why would you?" you teased her "you were pratically flirting with every man on the table and almost eating the soul out of one of them"

"chan" ryujin said softly.

"oh, so you got his name?"

"not only his name but his number" she mumbled as she held her cellphone almost in a victorious manner.

"so you have been talking to him?"

"kind of" the blonde-haired replied "apparently they are going to have a gathering at his house and he invited me" she then made a long pause "wait, you should come!"

changbin was definitely going to be there. another interaction you could decline but still chose not to.

"yeah i should come"

as soon as you got home, you fell completely asleep. it was only 6:00 p.m., but last night you barely had a good night of sleep because ryujin kept moving around and the thought of what happened in the bar wouldn't leave you alone.

as you woke up from your nap, your phone had a couple of unread messages from both hyejin and arthur.

[6:13 p.m., hyejin]

i'm going to grab something to eat with hyuna. arthur said he was probably going to go out to eat with ara and her family so if you want to have dinner just order something with my credit card.

[7:21 p.m., arthur]

i'm going to have dinner at ara's tonight.

with her family.

changbin said he had a great time with you today and since you were going to be at home, he insisted to make you company at dinner time.

i'm glad you two are getting alone

either he was completely stupid or he definetly trusted changbin with his life because no man would ever let her daughter spend time alone with a man.

but that was not even the worse part: you knew where this whole thing was going to.

a great time? you made him pay 620,000 korean wons and humiliated him on a public dressing room. i mean, you did have a great time but you weren't quite sure he did.

before you could start overthinking the whole situation, you heard how the doorbell went off. fuck, well, if i don't open the door he won't be able to come in.

the doorbell went off again, and you just chose to ignore it.

[9:33 p.m. unknown number]

i know you are there

your father told me you were going to be at home

[9:35 p.m. unknown number]

you do know that i have the keys of the house since i spend a lot of time here working with your father here, right?

now you were starting to feel nervous. not only because you were, obviously, going to have to pay for the dress you practically stole, but because you were quite unsure if you could still have the self-control you had earlier today in case he approached you in that way.

but he probably hated you now just as much as you did.

maybe he just wants his money back.

while you were threading your thoughts, you heard how the front door of the house opened. quickly you got out of bed and ran downstairs with hyejin's card on your hand to encounter him before he could even get further into the house.

"just take the 600,000 wons" you said, extending your arm to lend him the credit card number and code.

he scoffed at you, ignoring it.

"i don't give a fuck about the money" he mumbled, approaching you as your back slammed against a cold wall.

oh, just casual rich behavior.

"now i'm the one who wants an apology for the show you did at coex" now this was what you were fearing. his lips dangerously close to you, his scent mixed with mint and cigarettes flooding all your senses.

changbin was fine. his body, even though you hadn't seen it in all his glory, was extremely well built and he knew it; the clothes he wore only accentuating more his manly figure... and here comes the part of the self-control.

"you said my father was going to kill you" you stuttered, trying to look away from his face that was merely centimeters away from yours.

"and isn't that more fun, princess?" princess, that fucking petname again. changbin was using the exact same words that left your mouth hours ago to tease you. "if you don't want this, then tell me. but do it now, because if we move forward i don't think i'll be able to stop"

you swallowed thickly. you knew exactly what he was talking about and the proposal he was making, but wasn't that a bit too rushed? besides, the hatred you felt towards him grew bigger by the minute. wasn't that a bad idea?

but then again, wasn't it a very good idea? you could prove changbin that you didn't thought too highly of yourself for nothing and you would be able to mess with your father's pride... it was just a very good offer you couldn't decline.

"i don't have all night, y/n" he grunted, still looking at you with starving eyes.

"it's you who has to think this through" you whispered, trying to keep the eye-contact with him. "i don't have anything to lose, but you on the other hand..."

"if this is done right, no one will lose anything" changbin replied, brushing his lips softly against your chin "and in exchange, i'll have you begging for me the rest of the days you spend here in korea"

that single statement made you blush, but you wouldn't let changbin acknowledge the power he held over you.

"i don't beg"

changbin gripped your hair and pushed your body down, making you fall into your knees.

"use your words, princess" he said while maintaining eye contact with you "for the last time, tell me that you truly want this and then we can move on to something more interesting"

you were unable to hold your tongue from licking your lips at the sight of his bulge. "i do" you said softly, almost inaudible, but it was good enough for changbin to take you.

his grip on your hair stopped and you were able to stand up, following him into the living room of arthur's house as he rested his whole weight in one of the couches. "come here" he ordered.

he sat down while spreading his legs and it was only then that you noticed how cozy his lap looked. unsure of what to do next, you climbed on top of him, your barely-clothed core making contact with his cock under his pants; just that fraction of contact was all it took to get a whiny moan out of you.

"what exactly where you trying to achieve at the dressing room anyways?" he inquired with a mocking tone.

"i just wanted to get back at you" you admitted, trying so hard to ignore the pressure between your thighs.

"and did you enjoyed it?"

"i did"

changbin licked his lips as he let out a soft laugh, trying to find a decent reasoning behind your behavior.

"well i'm glad you enjoyed it because it didn't work at all" he stated. "no matter how hard you tried to control yourself earlier today, you still ended up craving my touch"

his hands toured your naked thighs and stopped at the elastic of your pijama shorts.

"it doesn't matter" you hissed with strangled breath as his fingers dance around your shorts and skin "i still got what i wanted"

"and what was that?" his hands were now at your hips, holding you so thightly that could anticipate a few bruises there.

"to see you drowning in embarrassement" you admit, looking directly into him. "it was a pretty fun sight"

"i bet" he grunted, lifting ever so slightly his hips and making the pressure between your thighs increase immediatly.

a sudden moan escaped your lips, provoking changbin to smile. "do you want to count again?" he teased, talking about the bar incident.

your hands grabbed his shoulders for support as his hands started guiding your hips over his lap.

unlike you, changbin was all dressed up in his black pants and white shirt he had on earlier today. as soon as you arrived home you changed into more comfortable clothes, your pink pijamas whose fabric was extremely thin, and just now you started to regret your decision of not putting more clothes on before having this encounter with him.

"i need you to touch me" you admit after a few painfully seconds grinding against his bulge. it felt good, but you knew that it would feel even better if he decided to actually participate in your orgasm. besides, the scene of you pathetically grind against him in an attempt to chase your high was degrading.

he was right, both outcomes were pathetic. as you pondered, your head fell upwards and your core started to painfully clenched around thin air.

"then beg" he smiles, his hands still resting on the sides of your body. this bitch. "you don't want to because you are too proud, but how exactly are you going to feel after coming undone only by grinding on my lap without my help?"

"if that's what you want" he grunted at the absence of pleads, lifting his hips again "this is the only way you get to cum tonight"

your hips rushed the movements as you felt your pussy getting hotter, your juices making a mess on changbin's pants.

"who finds who attractive, hm?" he asked as the sight of your dripping core. "it's taking all of my self-control to not fuck you right here, right now"

"why don't you do it?" you ask in between broken moans, your hips moving at a steady pace.

"because you don't deserve it"

changbin was fucking you up and he was doing it just right. every word that came out of his mouth only made you angrier and wetter, drilling a hole on your mind by even considering beg for his touch.

"you don't deserve to fuck me either" you sighed, trying to hold back all the loud moans that wanted to escape your mouth as your clit repeatedly stroke against him.

"i don't?" he asked, mocking pain "are you sure, princess?"

the frustration of not being able to reach your high was starting to make you feel pathetic because all you wanted was to experience the exact same feeling you got at the bar.

"changbin" you whined, grabbing yourself onto his white shirt. "if you aren't going to touch me then please just do something else"

his hands moved all the way to the straps of your pijamas and he gently pushed your top down, exposing your bare breasts.

"do you never wear underwear, princess?" he growled, attaching his lips at the skin that was faintly bruised because of last night.

"fuck, changbin" you moaned, the friction between your bodies increasing as he was closer to you.

"i know you can do it without my help princess" he said, grabbing one of your hardened buds in between his lips.

the knot was starting to form on your lower abdomen at a much slower pace than before, making you let out desperate whines. "look at how messy you are being"

his mouth licked one of your nipples as his fingers played with the other, wanting to edge you until you had no choice but to beg for his touch. "fuck, changbin. i'm close"

as soon as you told him this, you felt how his body reincorporated into his seat, making the contact between your core and his lap almost inexistent. "i changed my mind, i don't want you to cum like this"

with teary eyes you looked at him. was he really going to edge you this bad? was it because you didn't beg? fuck, all you wanted was to cum and he wouldn't even let you do that peacefully.

"don't you think it's my turn?" he smirked while unbottoning his pants. oh, right, his turn.

you clearly had not much experience in that department but you wouldn't let him find that out. back in japan you were not really an enthusiast of oral sex, but you would often hear stories from your classmates talking about experiences and tips.

before you could keep recalling all the stories you heard, changbin's hands stroke your hair making you look directly at him.

he was... making you quite confused about whether if you were going to be able to take it or not. "come on princess" he encouraged as the tip of his cocked brushed your lips slightly.

getting rid of any hesitation you were quick to drag your tongue all over his lenght, earning a sigh out of him. you would be lying if you said that it didn't turned you on, because it did (more than you ever wanted to admit). slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth making you gag over it. "good fucking girl" he whispered as he starred into your teary eyes.

changbin had one arm over his head while the other guided you to take his cock. his eyes never left yours, only ocasionally as his head fell upwards when the pleasure was too overwhelming for him. his chest was moving everytime at a faster pace, and the sounds that left his mouth were getting more frecuent. "fuck, y/n"

you were learning how to take him inside your mouth to the point that it felt too good having him there. "y/n"

"mhm?" you mumbled around his cock, making waves of pleasure travel all over changbin's body.

"touch yourself for me as you take my cock" he ordered.

you had tried several times to reach your orgasm just by masturbating and it did felt good, but for the longest time you thought that if that was what an orgasm was supposed to feel like, it wasn't so much of a big deal. that was until yesterday, when you truly felt a real one. but you assumed that by the previous stimulation, it was going to be way easier to come undone this time, even if it wasn't as powerful as the one changbin made you feel.

you started to rub your clit in circles as changbin fucked your mouth slowly without parting your gaze from his eyes. his eyes that intimidated the shit out of you and that were the main reason of why you wanted to submit immediatly for him.

"that's my good girl" changbin's grip on your hair was getting tighter and his breathing was getting heavier than before. "does it feel good baby?" he asked, watching how your eyes slightly rolled to the back of your head by the pleasure provided by your own touch and his cock inside your mouth.

"fuck" he cursed under his breath "i'm close"

with eager eyes you started to take him in even more, determined to making him finish just as you chased your own high. your fingers moved around your clit at a soft but hard pace, making that now familiar knot appear at your abdomen. "y/n"

you knew you were a couple of seconds away from your own high as changbin's hands pushed your head all the way over his cock, releasing himself into your mouth. "good fucking girl" he praised with raspy voice and quick breath.

and with the feeling of his hot cum down your throat and your drool all over him, your juices dripped onto your fingers. moaning against his cock, changbin's body trembled at the overstimulation and he quickly pulled himself out of you.

"open your mouth" he ordered while you were still coming down from your high. you did as he commanded, with the remains of his release still in your tongue. "swallow"

and so you did, tasting him.

"my pretty doll" he grunted "did you make yourself cum while your mouth was taking my cock?"

you nodded with tears streaming down your cheeks, messy hair , drool dripping onto your bare chest and your pijama shorts soaked in your own juices. that sight alone was everything for him, increasing his desires of completely ruin you in his bed... or yours... or any place.

a smirk appeared on his face as he pulled you in for a kiss, tasting himself on you.

"i fucking hate you" you whined against him, feeling how your nipples grazed with his chest. "god i fucking hate you"

and even though you did, you knew that this was only getting started both of you.

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Through Fire and Ice Chapter 6

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 6

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Phil was the first to wake up of the two in the back of the caravan. He slowly sat up using his good arm to push himself up. His eyes scanned over Techno. Techno’s face was peaceful as he slept. He was surprised that the half piglin had decided to sleep in the presence of the other two. Not that the other two were in the caravan with them but, that really was a testament that Techno was exhausted.

The caravan wasn’t moving anymore, and it was silent outside. Deciding to take a peek, Phil pulled back the fabric of the caravan, letting the harsh wind chill in for a moment, which he came to regret. Techno stirred at that. They were at their village. George and Sapnap nowhere in sight, they had taken the horses as well.

“Mate, I think they just left us out here.” Phil said to Techno who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Not surprising.” Techno stretched his arms causing his joints to pop. Phil lets out a small hum, as he looked at the height of the snow on the roofs of the houses. There had to be at least two feet of snow, and it still was coming. The large flakes were still falling fast to the earth, with no end in sight. A thought had occurred to him and he let out a groan as he sat back on the wood of the caravan, causing Techno to look over at him curiously. “Uhh, you okay there?”

“The library,” Phil lamented, this caused Techno’s eyebrow to raise. Phil’s hand covered his face.

“You… Wanna go to our local library?” Techno questioned, his arms crossing over his chest for heat. “Phil… I gotta be honest here, I don’t have a library card.”

“No, the books in the stronghold library,” Phil clarified, his hand sliding down his face. “They might hold the key to stopping this.” Phil let out another pained groan. “Why didn’t I think about those books?”

“What books?” Ranboo popped his head into the caravan, scaring Philza and nearly making him topple over. Phil winced from the action and cradled his broken arm. “Whoa,” Ranboo eyed Phil’s arm. “Sorry Phil…” He apologized bowing his head.

“It’s alright mate.” Phil said gritting through the pain. “And to answer your question, I left the library in the stronghold untouched, whatever books are in there might be important. I was going to come back for them.” Phil said after the pain had started to subside.

“So… Let’s go get them?” Ranboo offered.

“You want to help me get the books from the library Ranboo?” Phil asked the enderling, the question making Ranboo light up as he nodded.

“Okay I get the fact that you want to go back to the library, but you need to heal your arm before anythin’.” Techno motioned at Phil’s arm. “It doesn’t make sense to go when you’re already at a disadvantage.”

“You’re going to have to wait a while Phil.” Ranboo spoke up. “The doctor, has been denying patients left and right.” Techno’s eyes snapped up to Ranboo’s eyes, the action making Ranboo uncomfortable and a small enderman noise could be heard, as he kept his eyes anywhere but Techno. Techno didn’t care.

“What do you mean?” Techno’s tone was serious. “How long has that been going on?” His brows furrow, as Ranboo hesitates.

“U-uh…” Ranboo’s voice wavered as he tried processing what he was going to say next. “There isn’t enough supplies to go around. People are dying because of the lack of health potions. We have already exhausted our bone meal for the melons.” Techno felt his eyes widen and he started to go through his chests that he had brought with him.

“You haven’t seen Dream?” He asked still sifting through his items.

“Last I saw him…” Ranboo paused. “I-uh… I can’t actually remember?” Ranboo said sheepishly. Techno sighed not finding any melons. He hung his head and stood up from his chests. His eye landing on the ender chest off to the side. ‘If I need to… I will.’ Techno thought to himself. Techno opened the ender chest, and he pulled out the only one of its kind he had ever found. An enchanted golden apple.

“Mate?” Phil eyed Techno warily.

“If nothing else will help her, this will Phil.” Techno gripped the shimmering golden apple in his hand.

“Those are pretty rare.” Phil cocked his head at Techno, a smirk coming to his lips. “You sure you want to just give it up like that?”

“…” Techno quickly hid the apple from sight, his eyes leveling with Phil. He didn’t even have an excuse. “What do you want me to say, Phil?” He bent and grabbed a red cloak from one of the chests and wrapped it around his shoulders. He liked the blue one better, but the red cloak made him come back to his roots.

“You don’t have to say anything mate.” He couldn’t hide the amusement from his voice. Ranboo spoke up shifting the topic back to what it was before. Techno couldn’t help but be appreciative of that.

“So, Phil, when did you want to go to that library?” Ranboo asked, making Phil hum in response.

“You see how deep that snow is?” Phil pointed to the rooftops he was looking at earlier. “We need to go soon,” Phil looked down at his arm. “I don’t think we have time to wait.”

“You wrote down the coordinates right Phil?” Ranboo asked. When Phil nodded, “Let’s just mine our way to the stronghold. Just in case we need to make multiple trips.” Phil nodded.

“That’s smart, Ranboo.” Phil pushed up from his seat with his good arm. “I nominate Techno to mine it out.” He clapped his hand on Techno’s shoulder. Techno couldn’t even argue with that. He wanted to make it up to Phil for the recent events.

“For you Phil… The world.” Techno stated, he stepped out of the caravan helping Phil out as well.

“Thanks mate. You should go check on your friend.” Phil put a tiny bit of emphasis on the word ‘friend’. Techno rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about your stuff, Kristin and I will keep it safe for you.” Phil patted Techno on the shoulder. After saying their goodbyes, Techno was swift on his feet, descending into the mine. He could see Sapnap and George climbing back up the stairs, but he paid them no mind. Hugging the wall, passing them on the stairs, he could hear their whispers, but he couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying.

“Techno,” Sapnap called as he turned to look at the half piglin. “We are going to put your chests on the ground so you can get them when you can, George and I are going to look for more survivors.” Techno didn’t even spare him a glance, only raised his hand, to show he heard them. Hearing the huff from Sapnap was the last of his worries. He probably would have gotten the same reaction if he had responded differently anyway.

It had taken a minute, but he finally found himself at the bottom of the staircase, the iron door in front of him almost intimidating. He wasted no time in flicking the lever and stepping through the now open door. His eyes flitted around taking in the scenery before him. People too busy at work to notice him. The cavern though manmade took on the shape like a huge ravine. Off in one corner of the cave, he spied the ray of a beacon shining bright.

‘Well, that explains how they dug all this out in such a short amount of time.’ Techno thought. Looking around at the busy scenery. He didn’t exactly know where to go from here. But he was sure he would find someone who could at least remember that they had seen Dream in the last few hours. Heading toward the beam of light he didn’t have to look to hard. There… Sitting on the wooden spruce step of an unfinished building was Dream… He was looking at his bloodied hands.

Being a hybrid, Techno could just tell… That, that was your blood. Every muscle in his body tensed up. Dream hadn’t noticed him yet.

‘She’s gone.’ The voices wailed in his mind, also demanding for Dreams blood. While he was struggling, to keep a more optimistic view, his heart sank. This didn’t mean she was gone but try telling the voices in his mind that. He stepped up in front of Dream, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t wearing his mask, which was surprising even for Techno. He started wearing that mask ever since Techno scarred up that pretty boy face of his.

“Where is she Dream?” Techno’s monotone voice cut through the air, causing Dream’s eyes to flit up to Techno. Techno watched in amusement, as Dream’s face contorted into a look of animosity.

“Resting,” He stands eyes leveling with Techno. Techno breathes an inward sigh of relief. “I’m surprised to see you here, Techno.” Dream takes slow steps pacing on the step, his eyes never leaving Techno. “I thought you were just going to leave as soon as you got Phil here.”

“Well, you see Dream,” Techno started as he cocked his head to the side. “I have my business here; I can’t just leave. At least not yet. I also couldn’t wait to see how my handiwork on your face healed.” Techno’s eyes ran over Dreams scars striping his cheek and forehead, and finally to the one on the back of Dreams neck. That struck a nerve in Dream. Taking a few seconds Dream smiled, almost evilly.

“Hmmm, what do you think she will feel when she sees what you truly are.” Dream’s sweet voice hit him deep, though Techno refused to show it. “I guess a human and piglin aren’t totally unheard of, seeing that you had to come from somewhere. But what do you think she will feel, when the ‘Blood God’ turns into the bloodthirsty beast?” Rage boiled in his veins; the voices begged for Techno to shut him up. “Guess what Blood God.” Dream’s face contorted into a sneer, “When you have scared the living shit out of her, I will come to be there for her. Because I know, you will slip up.” Dream was still pacing his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Techno was fuming, his hands clenching under his cloak, not that Dream could see them. He was about to say something when a delicate hand landed on his shoulder interrupting the situation. Techno’s eyes scanned over to Nihachu, who had no idea what had been going on.

“Techno!” Niki looked genuinely happy to see him there, “I’m so glad you’re safe!”

“Same for you Niki.” Techno gave her a smile, his eyes landing back on Dream. “Dream was just about to take me to see someone.” Even though he was monotone, it held a warning that Dream could hear, loud and clear.

“Oh yes!” Niki clapped her hands together, “How has she been doing Dream?” Dream turned to Niki plastering a smile on his face.

“I patched her up,” Dream said, taking on a friendlier tone than before. “She’s doing a lot better now. Though, she’s still horribly sick,” Niki nodded, looking down in thought.

“Let’s get some food, I’m sure at this point we all need it.” Niki waved them inside the building behind Dream. Techno didn’t hesitate to look around for you. The enchanted golden apple weighing heavy in his pocket. “If she’s resting, she would be in the back room Techno.” Niki chuckled, taking note of his eagerness to see you. “Dream, will you help me set up my kitchen?” Niki turned her attention to Dream.

“Of course!” Dream followed Niki to a smoker in the corner of the room. Dreams eyes narrowing at Techno slightly when Niki wasn’t looking. Techno opted out of their conversation, his eyes looking at the entrance of the back room. Noticing the blood that had pooled on the stone in the middle of the room he avoids it. When he makes it to the entrance of the backroom, he had to duck his head from the doorway to enter.

There you were, sleeping peacefully on a pink bed. He very quietly walks to your side. He hates the worry he has for you… His want to protect you. But if he was being honest with himself, he loved the way you snuggled into him last night, even if it was for warmth. You didn’t look at him like a monster, even after seeing his face, his ears... He vowed that you would never see the other side that liked to come out in his blood thirst.

He sat on a wooden crate leaning his back against the wall, focusing on your ragged breathing. He could hear the activity from the other room. From Niki telling Dream to wash his hands to heavy furniture being moved. It wasn’t long before the smell of food made it to Techno’s nose. He was just going to have to wait for you to wake up. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, wishing he had one of his books to read. He would wait as long as he needed to for you.

“Hey, wake up.” You felt a hand on your shoulder shaking you awake. Your eyes fluttered open to see Dream. He gave you a soft smile before he held out the item in his hands for you to take. He had a bowl of what looked to be rabbit stew. When your eyes focused on him you thankfully took the bowl of food. Your stomach was pleading for food. You took your first bite of the stew and you fell in love with the taste. It was absolutely perfect.

A woman, behind Dream catches your attention, she had handed Techno a bowl of his own. When your eyes land on Techno, you felt so happy. His eyes meet your gaze.

“Thank the gods,” You breathe out. You feel almost all the tensity in your body melt away.

“Nice to see you too.” You saw the small quirk of his mouth. Breathing out a sigh your eyes land back on the woman, who waved at you.

“Hi! I’m Niki.” She sat on the bed next to you. “It’s so nice to meet a friend of Techno’s!”

You shook her hand after you gave her your own name. After a few minutes of small talk and trying not to cough too much, you dug into your meal, with gusto. Everyone else followed suit. You really appreciated the warm liquid soothing your throat.

“Sorry it’s such a small amount everyone,” Niki apologized. “Rationing out food is something that’s going to happen for a while.” Techno leaned forward toward you with his bowl. You looked at him curiously and before you knew it, he was dumping half of his bowl into yours.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at him incredulously.

“You need to eat more so you gain your strength and get over this sickness.” He stated plainly, going back to eating what was in his own bowl. “Don’t argue with me on this. You’ll just tire yourself out.” Before you could say anything else. Dream spoke up.

“He’s right.” Dream pushed some of your hair out from your face. You felt a blush rise up your neck and spread on your cheeks when you looked into his eyes. “We just want the best for you.” Your eyes flicked back to Techno, who seemed to be staring down at the stone floor with an unreadable look in his eyes. Not liking having all the attention on you, you simply nodded.

“…Alright.” You gave in. The next few minutes were spent talking with the people around you. It felt… Nice. The last time you had relied on someone was awful, and you hoped it wouldn’t turn into that type of situation again. You couldn’t take it. The whole time you, Dream, and Niki chatted Techno was silent, he would give his input here and there, but… You wanted to talk to him. Alone. You wanted to thank him for everything. You supposed there was time to do it at a later day, you promised yourself you would.

There would be time where you could do that… Right?

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years ago

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 9*

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Aw SNAP, an early chapter?! Yes children, I woke up and I just wanted to write. This story really does mean a lot to me, and I have been neglecting it for the last few days. So I decided to give you one today, and one tonight. I just have so much to say, and I wanna get it out there as fast as I think of it! I know y'all want that too.

So I don't know if these actually need warnings, but there is serious discussion about alcohol and addiction. If you're sensitive to that, read with caution. I'm really sensitive to it and I wrote it, but it's more therapeutic to me. I don't know how others feel about it.

Also-- I did my best to fix the continuity issue in the last chapter about the Sonny crying at Y/N's mom's funeral, AND I think I did a good job at fixing the continuity with the fact that I literally started this story with her drinking an appletini. Like a moron.

And if you think my explanation is 'unbelievable', I actually do the same thing so I know it's a thing! Don't @ me.

Also Also-- This chapter is all Y/N and Sonny, some cousin bonding time. I hope y'all appreciate it.

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You rode to the train station in silence, but when you got out of the Uber to walk in by yourself, Sonny quickly trailed behind you.

“I’m a big girl Sonny, I don’t need you to hold my hand,” You rolled your eyes.

“I-I know, but it’s an hour until your train leaves, and--” He nervously explained.

“Afraid I’ll go to the bar and just derail my life in twenty minutes?” You crossed your arms.

“...No…” He softly looked at the ground.

“Well, you're right. I'm just gonna throw it all away right now,”

“Y/N don’t do that--”

“I’m not kidding, Sonny!” You looked at him seriously.

“...What?” He was stunned at your admission.

You looked around the train station, people were bustling about running to their trains and finding their people, it was a madhouse. You needed to talk this out seriously; so you pulled him to a waiting area and sat down with him.

“Well as you so nicely pointed out, I am basically on the verge of breaking my sobriety every fucking day. And now I know why you wanted me to avoid Rafael, but I didn’t listen and as much as you didn’t want it to, it already broke me. Last night I broke, and now that-- now that he’s gone, or run away, or whatever-- All I can think about is making this pain go away!” The thoughts that had been running through your head since you left Rafael’s apartment just came spilling out of your mouth.

“Sunshine…” He sighed.

“And you’re right, I don’t have anyone else. I don’t have anyone else to lean on, except for you. And I can’t keep doing that, you’ve done it long enough,” You started to feel tears catch in your throat.

“Wha--but I don’t mind, I--” He protested.

“Really? Because the way you were telling Rafael, it sounded like you were sick of it,” You tried to keep your voice steady.

“I’m not--” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m not sick of it. It’s just--”

“A lot,” You finished for him.

“Right,” He looked at you sadly. “But-- I don’t understand, then what do you wanna--”

“I need to go away,” You interjected with a very somber look.

“What?” He half laughed. “Go away? What does that even--”

“I need to go...away,” You repeated, not wanting to say the words out loud.

“Like...a facility?” He asked; you nodded. “Y/N I didn’t mean you had to--”

“I know you didn’t mean that Sonny, but I don’t see any other way,” Tears filled your eyes.

“I don’t-- I don’t wanna do this again! I don’t want you to have to take days, weeks off work watching me, moving to Jersey, checking my room and my apartment, you’re too old for that shit now!” You looked up to the sky, willing the tears to stay in your pupils.

“I mean, Y/N come on I’m almost 31, I’m not ancient--”

“But you’re a grown up, with a grown up job and a career, and a life. And I can’t just-- make you put your life on pause because I’m a fuck up,” You barely whispered.

“You’re not a--”

“I am,” You shook your head. “I am, and I accept it. I can’t have-- normal, things. Like friendships or relationships. This absolutely proves it,”

“No, it doesn’t,” Sonny took your hand. “Look I told Barba and now I’m telling you: This...this might be on me,”

“No it’s not,” You took his hand this time. “Don’t do that,”

“No, it really might be,” He insisted. “You’ve...you’ve never just opened up to someone like you did with Barba. Not once. Not with anyone but me,”

“Yeah well clearly that was some kind of fluke,” You rolled your eyes with a tear filled laugh.

“Was it?” Sonny asked you sincerely. “When’s the last time you approached a guy or girl for that matter, sober?”

“I mean, I was sipping an appletini…” You looked at the ground in guilt.

“Y/N…” Sonny rubbed his temples.

“What?” You shrugged. “It’s not like I’m the Hulk, Sonny. I don’t take a sip of alcohol and ‘Hulk Out’. I like to at least attempt to feel like a grown up, so I order ONE drink and nurse it for hours. You know this. It’s just, when I get upset…”

“You lose it,” He finished for you.

“...Yeah,” You looked back at the ground.

“So why don’t you just come stay with me for a few days, until this whole ‘Barba’ thing passes, and you can be...normal, again?” He put a hand on your knee. “You don’t need to…’go away’, like a mental patient,”

“...Because I don’t know if it will pass, Sonny,” You admitted. “I’m not kidding when I say this broke me. It...it broke me. And he wasn’t even my boyfriend! We fucked one time and all of a sudden I was going through his stuff like a crazy girlfriend,”

“...Didn’t need to know that, but alright,” Sonny shuddered at the thought of you in the throes of passion with Rafael.

“Whatever,” You sighed. “The point is, I-- I lost it, with him. That’s never happened, not once. I’ve never…’cared’ about someone like that. I just bang them then leave,”

“Wasted” Sonny added.

“....Well yeah, obviously,” You laughed sadly.

“Which brings me back to my original point,” He replied. “You may have had some liquor in your system, but were you drunk when you talked to Barba?”

“...No,” You shook your head.

“Were you tipsy?”

“....No,"

“Did you get drunk while waiting on me and talking with him and then decide to go back to his place to...do stuff?”

“No!” You hit him softly.

“And last night,” He continued. “Last night when I walked away and left the two of you. Did you run back inside and drink yourself into a stupor because you hurt me?”

“No!!” You shook your head. “No, I-- I might have wanted to, but then Rafael took me inside and he-- well, first of all his friends humiliated me--”

“They what?” Sonny’s fists began to clench.

“Calm down, Son,” You took his hand. “Rafael defended me, he even punched a guy for insulting me!”

“He WHAT?” Sonny gasped. Rafael would never do something like that, not for anyone. He was always so cool, calm and collected, always the epitome of decorum. If he had lost it on someone in public, that really did mean something.

“...So he defended you, then took you home?”

“Well, I---” You looked down in shame. “I asked him to,”

“Ah,” Sonny nodded. “I see,”

“But only because you said you didn’t wanna see me! I...I didn’t think I had anywhere else to go,” You explained.

“But he let you,” He added.

“He wanted me to,” You shrugged. “But Sonny I swear, nothing was supposed to happen. I just wanted to crash on his couch until I could talk to you. But...I don’t know, we-- he washed my clothes, and then we were watching BoJack, and then we were laughing and he was tickling me, and it just-- happened,”

“Organically,” He clarified.

“...Not the way I’d word it but yeah,”

“And you didn’t drink anything?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No!” You cried. “No, and I didn’t want to hurt--”

“Sunshine I promise you, this isn’t about my feelings at all right now,” He assured you. “I’m just pointing out that you have never just...accidentally slept with a guy,”

“Meaning…?” You quirked an eyebrow curiously.

“Meaning your MO is get drunk, get laid, and leave. Correct?”

“...Well when you say it like that…” You shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m not trying to guilt you Sunshine I’m making a point. Now, am I right?”

“....Yes,”

“So you genuinely had feelings for Barba. Real, unaltered feelings,”

“....I guess so,”

“And I’m not blowing smoke up your ass when I say that Barba would never, ever punch a guy for anyone. Especially not someone he worked with, in front of a bunch of colleagues. I mean, his ‘circle’ is probably buzzing right now with talk about how ‘barbaric’ he was, for some girl he just met,” He explained.

“What are you saying, Son?” You studied his face curiously.

“I’m saying like I said before, that this might be my fault, Sunshine,” He sighed, once again running his hands through his hair.

“If I hadn’t been so...against you and Barba, I wouldn’t have spout off my mouth about his--- usual way of dating. Because it sounds like with you, he’s anything but his usual self,” He explained.

“...And then you wouldn’t have gotten upset about it and responded the way you do when you’re upset, and then you wouldn’t have ended up a mess last night, and you two would still be in your happy little bubble of bliss,”

“Sonny,” You sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I think we both know that this...’beast’ inside of me, is always gonna be there,”

“Well…” He murmured.

“You said it yourself! I’m still an addict, I’m still battling it everyday, even though I’ve gotten so much better at it. Even though most days I am perfectly fine; I’m not normal. Normal people don’t end up at the bottom of a bottle of vodka whenever they have a bad day, or stress out,” You cringed at the memory of that constantly happening back in the day.

“Yeah I know…”

“And it’s not fair for me to put that on someone. Especially someone I barely know! Especially someone who is not used to, or even ready for any kind of normal commitment! I mean, honestly I’m glad it happened now, because if we had gotten any deeper and the inevitable happened, the blow out would have been much more...messy,” You looked away in shame, just imagining the chaos your drunken alter ego could cause.

“...How so?”

“Sonny, if I lost it like I did last night after spending one night with Rafael, can you imagine the kind of havoc I’d wreck if we had been dating for a while? If we were married?” You half laughed sadly at the thought. “Cops would be called, I’m sure,”

“Sunshine….” He spoke softly, hating to hear you degrade yourself so much. He'd heard it so much in the past, he knew if you were going into the dark place, the damage was bad.

“Somehow or other, the monster would have shown herself to him. And clearly, whenever it was gonna happen-- he wasn’t going to respond well,” You shook your head with the same sad smile.

“But maybe if you had gotten closer, maybe he would have changed. Maybe he wants to change-- he’s just...freaked out right now,” Sonny pointed out.

“Don’t,” You shook your head while looking at the ground. “Don’t do that,”

“Do what?” He asked you quizzically.

“Give me false hope,” You looked up at him with tears once again welling up in your eyes. “You know that’s the most dangerous thing for someone like me,”

“But that’s just it Sunshine,” He put both hands on either side of your face. “I really don’t think it’s false hope,”

“Yeah well,” You scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. “I won’t hold my breath. And the bottom line is-- if that ever happens, then it will. But I’m here now, and right now all I want is to drink until I forget this weekend ever happened,” You wiped tears from your face. “So I need you to--”

“I’m not sending you away,” He said sternly.

“Sonny!” You stomped your foot. “I’m not kidding! You can’t--”

“Look Y/N,” He started. “You have done so well these past few years, better than I’ve ever seen you. I am so proud of you. You’re in school, you’re thinking about the future, you have dreams. And if you just...abandon that for even a month or two, you’ll have to drop your classes and start over,”

“Yeah but--”

“I know you think that going to rehab is the thing you’re ‘supposed’ to do when shit like this happens, but honestly I think it will only send you three steps back, not forward,” He looked at you with very genuine eyes.

“...Y’know the old ‘monster’ wouldn’t have even told me any of this,” He pointed out. “She would’ve gotten on that train and headed to the liquor store at the Jersey train station,”

“...That is true,” You nodded with a soft smile.

“I think you’re more in control than you think, Sunshine,” He put a thumb on your chin. “...But, maybe to make us both feel better, I’ll put a limit on your card for a bit,”

“...Yeah, probably for the best,” You gave him a small smile. Just then you both heard the speaker announcing your train was boarding.

“Well, I guess I better go,” You stood up with your duffel and gave him a long, hard hug. You really did love him more than anyone in this world, and knowing he wasn’t mad at you and still loved you meant everything to you.

“Alright Sunshine, you call me when you get back to the apartment, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nodded; he gave you another hug, scared to let you go.

He was being supportive and brave on the outside for you, because he really did want you to keep going on the path you were on. But something deep down inside of him was constantly worried about the monster inside you. He wanted to protect you 24/7, but you were right-- he had a life and a career in the city, he had to trust you to be on your own.

“I love you, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” You nodded with a bigger smile. “I love you too, Sonny,”

You gave him one last kiss on the cheek before heading to your platform, leaving Sonny alone in the station. He waited until he couldn’t see your figure headed towards the distance before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

“Barba,” He said seriously. “We need to talk,”

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fayemarvels · 4 years ago

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Two sides of the glass pt.1

Lokixfem!reader

Part Two:***

Summary: Loki's punishment for his New York attack is a cell in Avengers tower. But the worst torture is being away from his wife, who is stuck on Asgard. Will she find a way to get to him

Warnings: none, bad writing

Word count: 1.6k

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It has been 7 months since she last saw him. Odin forbade it. She tried to reason with him but he shrugged her off. She was fed up.

“I want to see my husband, you can’t keep me away from him.” She declared but shut her mouth when the All-father glared at her.

“I won’t allow you to see him, or have any contact with him. This is his punishment. Now leave, I have more important things to tend to.” He glared at (Y/N) and she nodded.

She walked through the hallways of the palace and tried to not cry from the frustration.

“Lady (Y/N), wait up.” She could hear someone shouting at her and she turned towards the voice. It was Thor. He walked quickly towards her and she smiled sadly at him.

“Hey, Thor what’s up?” She asked in a monotone voice and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you but I heard you talking to my father and I think I have an answer to your problem.” She looked at him with wide eyes.

“You will take me with you?” she gasped but her expression fell when he shook his head.

“I’m afraid I’m not able to do that at the moment.” He then reached to the pocket on his leather satchel and pulled out some paper and envelopes.

“You could write some letters to him, tell him how much you miss him or something.” He suggested and grinned widely.

“You are the best Thor.” She kissed his cheek and ran to her quarters.

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They have been exchanging for about 4 months before Odin realized and called her in to talk to her. When the guards first called her in, she nearly passed out from fear. She knew what happened to people who didn’t respect his orders. She took a sharp breath in and started walking towards the throne room.

When she stepped into the room, the first person she saw was Thor. She looked at him puzzled and he just shook his head. He was right, this wasn’t the time.

“If I remember correctly I forbade you from contacting him or seeing him. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” He spoke, and the tone of his voice made (Y/N)’s hands shake.

She shook her head and looked to the ground.

“I don’t have anything to say, your highness.” She awaited the worst. What would he do to her? Throw her into the prison? Or maybe send her to another planet so she wouldn’t be able to talk to Loki ever again?

“Pack your stuff. You will leave for Midgard today with Thor.” Her head snapped to look at him.

“Thank you your highness I really appreciate it.” He nodded.

“I won’t be merciful the next time you disrespect me and my wishes.” His voice boomed through the halls but she didn’t care. She would be able to see her husband. And that’s all that mattered.

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When they landed, it was night. (Y/N) looked around her and saw the tall buildings above her. She fell in love with the city at the first sight.

“Come on, the Avengers tower is only a couple blocks away,” Thor said and the girl beside him nodded. The walk was quite short but very interesting.

The city was so alive; she couldn’t get enough of it. After a few minutes of walking, they stopped. They stood in front of a huge tower, with a big A at the top. Thor took her wrist into his hand and pulled her lightly towards the entrance.

He greeted the receptionist, the security and walked towards the elevator. (Y/N) wasn’t new to the Midgardian technology. She quite enjoyed Midgard and all things that come with it.

The door closed behind them and (Y/N)’s mind started to wander. ‘What will he say when he sees her? Will he be happy? Will he be angry at her? She didn’t come to see him for nearly a year, she wouldn’t blame him.'

She came back to reality when the elevator stopped, and the doors opened.

“The team doesn’t know who you are so it will surprise them.” He explained and she hummed in acknowledgment.

“Let’s do this.” She rubbed her palms together and they walked out of the elevator together. The pair walked down the hallway. They stepped into a room with some couches and a bar.

“Hello, friends I am back.” Thor cheered and the people looked in his direction.

“I also brought a friend with me.” He looked behind him and all people in the room looked at her.

A tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes came closer to her and offered his hand. She took it, and they shook hands.

“I’m Steve Rogers, it’s nice to meet you ma’am” he greeted and (Y/N) introduced herself. She made a round around the room and introduced herself to everyone.

“So, what’s she doing here Point Break?” Tony asked and (Y/N) laughed at the nickname. Thor only glared at her.

“She came to see Loki.” He stated and the room went quiet. Natasha glared at her

“Why do you want to see a mass murderer?” She questioned and (Y/N) explained.

“Long story short, he is my husband and I haven’t seen him in nearly a year.” Clint choked on his water and Bruce stepped away from her.

“Look, I know you don’t like him I still do and I would really like to see him.” She stated and Tony nodded.

“Okay, Point Break, take her to his cell.”

Thor nodded and moved towards the hallway and (Y/N) followed him.

“Does he ever get to walk outside?” she asked and Thor shook his head.

“We can’t contain his power so he has to be in a cell. But Tony and Bruce are working on it.” He assured her and she nodded.

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Loki’s cell was on floor -5. All the way below garages, and boilers and stuff. They stepped out of the elevator and (Y/N) immediately noticed the presence of heavily armed guards.

“Before you go in I have to walk you through some rules.” He started and she looked at him.

“You can’t go into his cell, open his cell door or take any items he gives you through the glass with his magic.” He clarified and (Y/N) hummed in agreement.

“I understand, can I go see him now?” Thor nodded and (Y/N) rushed to the room with his cell. When she stepped in, she took her surroundings.

The room was quite large, bland and about ¾ of it was just the cell. The ‘visiting area’ was pretty boring. A couch with some pillows and a blanket, a water fountain, and some magazines were the only things in the space.

Loki’s cell was more interesting. There was a comfortable-looking bed, a little bookshelf with some books, a writing desk, and a chair that came with it.

The door behind her closed and Loki’s head turned towards her. His eyes widened and he stood up from the bed.

“Is it really you, my love?” He whispered and (Y/N) nodded. Some tears welled up in her eyes and she wiped them away.

“I thought I would never see you again.” She confessed and came closer to the glass. She pressed the palm of her hand on it and he did the same.

Loki’s heart broke when he felt the cold glass instead of the warm touch of his lover.

“How did you even get here?” he questioned and (Y/N) laughed lightly.

“Odin let me actually.” She said and Loki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. His lover smiled at his face and continued.

“I couldn’t believe it either.”

“My love, I have to ask you something.” She said and Loki tilted his head.

“Why did you do it?” she asked with tears in her eyes and he glared at her.

“Oh, so that’s why you are here huh? They sent you to get information from me” He chuckled sadly and turned his back to her. (Y/N) shook her head immediately.

“No, I came here because I wanted to see you. I am asking you because I want to understand.” He turned around and she could see the doubt in his eyes.

“I promised you I will help you and protect you, why would I break that promise.” (Y/N) questioned and she could see the doubt disappear from his eyes at the mention of their vows.

“I..” he started and she could see his bottom lip wobble a bit. She knew he did that when he was trying not to cry.

“He made me do it, it was horrible.” He rushed his words out.

“Who made you do this Loki, my love tell me please.” She pushed but he shook his head.

“Can we talk about this later I want to talk about something else; I promise I will tell you everything.” She sighed and nodded her head.

“Talk to me my love, what did you do here?” Loki looked to the ground.

“Nothing much. I read some books, waited for your letters, and wrote you letters.” He confessed.

“I have to say, the letters were the only thing that made me happy.” She said and he chuckled.

“I had it the same. When I was feeling sad, I reread your letters again, and again, and again.” She laughed and he looked at her lovingly.

***

The next 3 hours were filled with laughter, talking, crying, and ‘I love you’s. At about 2 a.m., Loki fell asleep with his cheek squished to the glass. (Y/N) looked at him and stood up. She took the pillows and blanket from the couch and made a little sleeping place beside the glass.

The girl could feel her eyelids drooping, and she looked at her sleeping husband one last time. They would get through this and be able to touch each other.

Eventually.

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thedumpsterqueen · 4 years ago

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Standards of Performance, Chapter 10: Accommodations

From the Beginning, Previous Chapter

AO3 Link

Thank you guys again for being so kind about the new posting schedule (or lack thereof). Your comments and messages and rbs always make me laugh and cry (in a a good way).This is just a lil chapter about them being awkward and cute after The Kiss, and introducing some bigger plot stuff. You'll wanna buckle up for the next one ;)

Summary: You’re the BAU’s newest intern, desperate to prove yourself amongst an established team of much more experienced profilers. Agent Hotchner, the seemingly infallible team leader, sets strict expectations for your performance. He commands your respect without even trying, but is there something more to your relationship than a simple desire to impress your stony-faced boss?

Chapter Summary: Some creep is stalking the team and all you can think about is kissing Hotch.

Words: 2059

Rating: Explicit, 18+. Warnings on AO3.

Pairings: Hotch x Reader, Hotch x You

The BAU had a stalker.

To put it in a way more relevant to your views on the matter: the BAU’s stalker was interfering with the (hopefully) budding spark between you and Hotch.

It wasn’t that you didn’t care that there was potentially unhinged maniac apparently obsessed with the team, it’s just that when you got the slightly panicked phone call from JJ that Morgan, Reid, Garcia, and herself had all found letters on their doorstep professing an alarming fascination with the members of the team, you couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated that the ordeal was bound to put a pause on the progress you two had made.

That is, until you went to leave your apartment in the morning and found an unassuming envelope shoved under the door. You opened it with shaking fingers to a note written on thick cardstock, scrawled in black, seeping ink as if written by an old-fashioned quill.

I’ve been paying attention to your team for some time - quite the impact you’ve made on the world of crime. The heroes of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit! I’m sure the world wishes they had you during Bundy or BTK, hm?

Anyways, I had to see for myself. I must admit, finding you was much easier than I would have anticipated given your ‘status.’ I thought I’d drop you this note to say hi and propose a deal. A Game, of sorts.

The Game goes like this: I leave you notes, and you try to catch me! Easy, yes? This is day 1. How many days until you find me?

Xoxo Talk soon,

You put the note in your bag and, after double checking your door was locked (not that the flimsy deadbolt the landlord had installed would have done much to keep an intruder out anyways), you rushed to the office. You dropped your note on the table in the conference room where the team had gathered and pointed at it tremulously.

“I got one too. I touched it, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Rossi interrupted. “We dusted the others; there was nothing. I doubt yours was any different.”

Hotch plucked your letter up and scanned it quickly before tossing it back on the table. “It’s exactly the same as the others. Nothing identifiable.”

“Why didn’t we get them?” asked Prentiss.

“Access,” said Garcia, notably less cheery than usual. The team turned to her for clarification.

“You three are hard to get to,” she explained. “Hotch and Prentiss live in secure apartment buildings. Rossi has a gated property with security that can rival the President’s. Those of us who don’t live the high life are just... out in the open.”

“So that’s encouraging, right? That the unsub either couldn’t or wouldn’t go through the extra trouble of getting to all of us?” JJ asked, hopeful.

Morgan shook his head. “I dunno if you can interpret any part of what this creep is doing to intimidate us as ‘encouraging.’”

“Does it read as intimidation, though?” mused Reid.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Morgan responded. “What’s your take on the language?”

Reid took a millisecond to reread the letter and pursed his lips. “Though the language isn’t directly threatening, the concept of a game implies either winning or losing. He - it’s almost certainly a he - doesn’t mention the consequences for either situation, which could imply that there are none, but that seems unlikely. There’s also the matter of separating himself from others in line three - ‘I’m sure the world wishes they had you during Bundy or BTK,’ not we. He’s trying to distinguish himself to us in some way, which means he wants to be noticed, and I don’t think there’s anything in this language that excludes the possibility of him doing something drastic in order to be.”

“So not encouraging,” said Prentiss dryly. “The question is, why us? Is this personal; did we put someone close to him away?”

“It could be, but the language in the opening seems sarcastic almost, like he’s mocking us,” noted Rossi.

Morgan nodded in agreement. “It’s a challenge. He’s trying to tell us we’re not all we’re cracked up to be.”

The analysis worried you, because you felt you were the only member of the team for whom that statement might have been true.

“So, what then?” you asked. “Review security footage and see if we can find anything?”

“Already did!” chirped Garcia. “Hotch had me up all night reviewing the tapes.”

For the first time, you noticed the dark circles under her standard coat of heavy makeup. You looked at Hotch, expecting to find some shame in his expression, but found none.

“If there was anyone weird creeping around your dwellings last night, I didn’t see ‘em. I even looked through the street cameras in the area. Granted, none of you have a security camera pointed directly at your door, which might not be a bad idea after this -”

“Hold on,” Morgan interrupted, “you didn’t check her apartment though, right?” referring to you. “Cuz she just found it this morning?”

Garcia perked up, but you shot her down with a shake of your head. “Sorry guys, my place isn’t nearly nice enough to have security cameras.”

The team looked unperturbed by that, except for Hotch, who met your eyes with a look you couldn’t quite place.

“What do we do, then? Wait for another letter?” JJ asked.

“That’s all we can do until we have more evidence,” said Hotch, visibly frustrated. He hated waiting, you knew that. You all hated it. It felt like watching a car without its parking brake on slowly start to roll down a hill.

“If that’s all, sir…”

Hotch nodded at Garcia. “You’re all dismissed. Business as usual for now. If he craves acknowledgement, best not to give it to him unless we have to.”

The team filtered out, and you made to follow them, but before making it through the doorway, Hotch called you back. He shifted feet, cleared his throat, and looked at you.

“About the comment you made earlier,” he started.

What comment? You wracked your brain trying to remember if you’d said something rude, or something that hinted at what happened between you two, but came up short.

He noticed the puzzled look on your face and clarified. “When you said your apartment complex wasn’t nice enough to have security cameras. I wanted to say that -” he ran his hand across his jaw, clearly uncomfortable, “- I know the internship salary isn’t impressive, and if you feel you’re unable to afford safe accommodation, I’d be more than happy to talk to Strauss about -”

“Oh, God, no.” You felt as if your face was on fire. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, my apartment is fine - I mean of course there’s things that could be improved - but in no way do I feel unsafe.”

“Well, good. Okay then.”

Before you could make your exit and spare you both from the residual awkwardness of the interaction, he spoke again. “There’s one more thing. Given that whoever wrote this note has displayed his willingness to come to our doorsteps, JJ is staying with Emily for the time being, Reid with Rossi, and Garcia with Morgan.”

You smirked at the last pairing. Leave it to those two to capitalize on a stalker to bunk up together.

“I was going to have the Bureau get you a hotel in the meantime, since he did come to your apartment, but Garcia suggested that since we live so close, you could just… stay with me.”

Holy shit.

There was a pained look on his face as he finished the sentence as if he recognized what an utterly bad idea it was, but hadn’t had the good sense to reject it himself. He looked at you, expecting an answer despite the lack of a question mark at the end of that statement, and you struggled mightily to compose yourself to deliver an acceptance that didn’t appear uncomfortably enthusiastic.

You must have taken too long, because he immediately started to retract his offer. “I already told her it was completely inappropriate; the rest of the team is used to staying together for cases but given you just started, and after the last few days I completely understand -”

“No!” You cut him off. “Sorry, no, that’s not what I was going to say at all. I’d love to. I mean, I think it’s a good idea. I’d feel a lot safer…”

‘With you around?’ Is that too much?

Fuck it.

“... with you around,” you finished, and you swear you saw him push back a smile.

“Alright, then. I’ll let Garcia know.”

You made a mental note to send that woman a thank-you card.

***

As the workday wound down, you were surprised to Hotch turn out his office light and walk out at the same time as you did.

“Early night?” you teased as you walked to your cars in the parking garage, despite it being 7 pm.

He chuckled. “It would have been rude of me to keep you hanging around until I decided to leave.”

Right. You were leaving together. Because you were going back to his apartment. Together. The undeniable domesticity of the moment put a skip in your step, and you couldn’t help but wish this was happening under different circumstances.

“So I’ll just stop by my apartment and grab my things?”

“What? No,” Hotch responded, frowning. “I’m coming with you. The whole point of all of this is to avoid being alone.”

And that’s how you ended up speeding down the highway like a madwoman, leaving Hotch in your dust, taking the stairs two at a time, and frantically scrambling to get your apartment in order. It wasn’t terrible; not as if you had rotting food sitting out or something (probably because you didn’t actually cook enough for that), but the recent caseload and spending so much time with Hotch in the mornings had certainly pushed general organization to the wayside. You shoved the growing pile of dirty laundry into your closet, straightened up the coffee table, and were in the middle of packing your suitcase when you heard a knock at the door.

Giving the apartment a quick once-over to make sure you hadn’t missed something utterly humiliating, you opened the door to an unimpressed Hotch.

“I could have pulled you over for speeding, you know,” he said as he strode into your living room.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said sheepishly, “I wanted to make sure this place wasn’t a mess the first time you saw it.”

He cocked an eyebrow and you realized how that came out - the first time, as if there were going to be many more - and you coughed and looked away.

“Anyways. I’m almost done packing, just gotta grab a couple more things.”

He nodded and you hurried to it, wanting to get him out of your apartment as quickly as possible. Normally you’d have jumped at the chance to be alone in a quiet place with him, but the way his eyes were scanning the room made you nervous that he was learning more about you in a very short amount of time than you felt entirely comfortable with.

***

You walked into Hotch’s apartment for the second time ever to find it just as clinically neat as before, except for a set of sheets and blankets laid out on the couch. Grinning, you gestured to them.

“Thought you said you were sure I would say no?”

It was his turn to be shamefaced. “Just in case. Besides,” he shot back, grabbing your bags from where you’d deposited them by the couch, “You’re taking the bed.”

“Like hell I am!” you scoffed, forgoing propriety. “I’m not making my boss sleep on the couch in his own apartment.”

“Considering I, as you mentioned, am your boss,” he responded, “I will be making that decision.”

You plopped down on the couch. “Unless I just refuse to move.”

He stood a few paces away and glared, but gave up and dropped your bags all the same.

You could have sworn you heard him mutter “brat” under his breath, but that didn’t sound like something Aaron Hotchner would say, did it?

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the-lightning-mage · 3 years ago

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Hey! I'm the Andraste's Grace anon, I messaged you because you said a few days ago that you wanted oneshot prompts and I thought that would work. I didn't really have anything in mind, other than maybe it could have to do with the plant in Dragon Age or the religion itself? idrk, I was leaving it up to you

I figured that was it, I just wanted to double check, because I know I reblogged a prompt game a long time ago where one of them was Andraste's Grace. Thank you for clarifying! Everything is below the cut!

(I totally pulled most of this out of my ass, but oh well)

“What are you doing, my dear?” Alistair asked as he walked into his private study. Well, it was supposed to be his private study, but he was more than happy to share it with Beatrix. She wound up using it more than he did, anyway.

Beatrix was sitting at a desk, shuffling through various papers. From what Alistair could see, they all had drawings and diagrams of various plants. They were all flowers, shrubs, and smaller things.

“I’m trying to figure out what plants to put in the garden,” she explained.

“What?” he laughed.

“What?” she asked, completely serious, “It’s a tradition for the new queen to do some rearranging in the garden. Besides, it’s a good distraction from more... serious duties.”

“I’m just a little surprised. It’s hard to imagine you doing things like this when I’ve witnessed you eviscerate drakes.”

She smiled softly, “That’s fair. Gardening was one of the few ‘duties’ that I actually liked doing.”

Alistair walked over to where Beatrix was sitting. He leaned against the back of her chair, and rested one of his hands on her shoulders, looking at the papers. He didn’t recognize half of the names of the plants she was looking at. In his defense, he was fairly certain it was because whoever wrote the names down, had used their scientific names.

“Have any ideas?” he asked.

“Well, I’d like to include my mother’s favorite flowers, as well as Orana’s, Adraste’s Grace, roses.”

“Are there no roses in the garden?”

“No red ones. Every color but red, actually. Which is quite strange when you think about it. Red is the color of Ferelden after all.”

“How exactly does this work? Do you make the garden bigger? Replace everything?”

“You replace most of what’s there. The shrubs, bushes, flowers. You don’t touch the trees, though. Every queen plants a tree, and it is supposed to stay there for as long is it lives. It’s something they’ve all done as far as I know. Even Anora.”

“Do you want to leave hers?” Alistair asked.

“Yes, believe it or not. Despite what I may think of her, she was a legitimate queen. It would be...” she sighed, “It would be another controversy, and rather ridiculous one at that. Besides, she did choose a rather beautiful tree.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Now, did you need something, love?”

#warden cousland #Cousland #dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #beatrix cousland #alistair theirin

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redeemed-wren · 4 years ago

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What up lads new Philza Lore dropped

Been thinking about this since it's been revealed that c!Phil is immortal, or at least centuries old. I like analysing things, and my brain has been chugging away analysing c!Phil since this new revelation and I finally found time to sit down and get my thoughts out.

Unless specified, I'll be talking about the character Philza from now on! Let's get into it. Putting a cut in because it gets long. Also most of this is gonna be from memory because it's getting late and I'm not digging through 4+ months of vods!

remind me to never use the new Beta posting layout it gave me a word limit and then yeeted like 800 words i hate it here lets see if i can remember what I wrote

I’ve moved a lot in my life. I think on average about one new city every four years. This has meant a lot of goodbyes, a lot of meeting new people and breaking into new circles. When this new information was revealed, I instantly felt things click - I could relate to Phil suddenly.

Being centuries-old would create similar emotions, I think. Constantly being around people you know you will outlive, constantly finding yourself in new circles and groups. It takes a toll.

Being centuries old effects how Phil views relationships, people and countries.

Because I’ve moved a lot, I’ve noticed that I’m starting to get the attitude of ‘I can’t be bothered.’ I can’t be bothered going out of my way to meet new people, to make new friends I’m likely to move away from in a few years.

I’d imagine Phil would feel much the same way. Making close connections to people is impossible for him, really. He knows he’s going to outlive those around him and so the effort to put into growing relationships seems pointless.

I think this is most seen in his and Wilbur’s relationship. Wilbur clearly wants his attention - his pride - and clearly hasn’t gotten it to the extent he wants. (“I wonder if Phil would be proud of me” comes to mind. Plus I’m sure there’s something there with his relationship with Fundy and that cycle of bad parenting. And yes, it likely contributed to his spiral into madness, but this post is about Phil, not Wilbur.) But from Phil’s perspective, he knows Wilbur isn’t going to live as long as he is.

It explains why he’s so quick to kill Wilbur as well. Wilbur is too far gone, and Phil makes the decision to kill him before he does more harm. He’s long ago accepted the fact that his son will die before him, and so he is able to kill him.

Likewise, his relationship with Tommy reflects this. He doesn’t reach out to Tommy because there’s no point in making a new bond with someone who he will outlive. (especially with Wilbur’s death so fresh). However, he does make it clear that if Tommy reached out to him, he would have answered - more on that later.

His age also means he’s always looking at the big picture. He’s likely seen countless countries and empires and kingdoms rise and fall and he knows that they’re all temporary. He doesn’t see the importance in them like those who live and die within the lifespan of a nation.

He doesn’t see the small details. He doesn’t understand why Ghostbur is so upset about a simple sheep’s death - one with unlimited lives as well. In his mind, it’s just an animal. In Ghostbur’s mind, Friend is a friend, an important small thing. Phil is so used to moving on from things, he doesn’t understand the importance of pets and nations and a home.

This is all temporary in his mind, and lives are more important to him than a country. L’manberg was corrupting people (Tubbo, quite possible Wilbur in his mind) and thus it didn’t serve its purpose and needed to go before it hurt more people. (plus I wonder if there were some underlying anger and frustration towards L’manberg for the loss of his wings. It’s basically canon now (everyone say thank you Sadist!) that Phil’s wings were damaged during the explosion, and I would imagine for someone so old, losing limbs like wings and being grounded would be a shock and some of that may have been projected onto L’manberg)

(I also want to talk briefly about his and Techno’s relationship. While we haven’t had any canon confirmation, I don’t think Techno is fully mortal and it makes sense for Phil to gravitate towards other ancient beings. Plus my friend pointed out another theory in that Phil could be a patron of some kind for Techno, something Blood God related, I don’t know we need more information Techno please give us character lore I beg of you)

OKAY! I rewrote what I already had sometimes I hate Tumblr anyway onward let’s write this out before I pass out I’m tired.

Phil is willing to create relationships - but on his terms.

I said Phil is distant and hesitate to create bonds with people but this isn’t necessarily true. I want to point out Fundy and Ranboo and talk about his interactions with them and then talk about Tommy.

At the start of season two, Fundy, Ghostbur and Phil were really driving the lore. Phil seemed to be trying to bond with Fundy, and I think a lot of that likely had to do with guilt from what happened to Wilbur but there’s something deeper to it. He makes an effort to be there for Fundy and to help him.

Likewise, he went out of his way to save Ranboo from lava (though the overlap for in character and ooc is large there, I think it still applies), and brought him home after Doomsday, saving him from his own mind.

Phil seems himself as a benevolent being. He sees himself as right, and part of that is being there for his grandson, or helping out a hybrid in trouble.

However, it’s important to note - this is on his terms. He’s lived so long, he doesn’t want to put energy into relationships that won’t give him back something. For Fundy, I think a lot of it was making up for what happened with Wilbur and family responsibility, but he enjoyed spending time with Fundy (it’s been a while I need to rewatch some of those vods I think).

With Ranboo, again I feel like there’s a small part in fulfilling some need of Phil’s to feel like he’s being ‘good’ and plucking this kid out of a warzone makes him feel good. But at the same time, Ranboo is polite, quiet, generous - the perfect kind of person to put energy into building a relationship with. Plus, I would not be surprised if Ranboo reminds him of Techno.

If a relationship takes too much, or isn’t worth it - Phil drops it and doesn’t bother trying to fix what is broken. Why would he? He’s just going to outlive whatever the problem is. He lived in L’manberg, but he was never a part of it. He dismissed Tubbo so quickly when he saw Tubbo was being corrupted by his power and position. He didn’t follow up on Fundy or check that he was okay or make any effort to reach out to him when things started to go down.

And that brings us to Tommy. We’re all upset at how Phil reacted to Tommy’s exile and the following, but I think it makes so much sense. Like I said before, he doesn’t put the effort into reaching out to Tommy, but he would have gone to the Beach Party if Tommy had reached out to him. He was happy to see Tommy at Techno’s place, he was willing to create that relationship and bond.

But from Phil’s pov, Tommy was thrown aside by his home, found shelter with Techno, and then betrayed Techno by siding with the people who threw him aside. (and Techno is loyal to the few he trusts, so a betrayal like that will hit hard and Phil can see that). It makes sense that Phil decides that isn’t a relationship he wants to put energy into fixing.

(Also to clarify, I’m not saying Tommy was wrong to side with L’manberg and Tubbo, or that Techno was right in lashing out like he did. I’m just saying it’s a complex issue, and seeing all sides of it is important - they were both betrayed that day).

Living so long means Phil only cares to put effort and energy into relationships that benefit him, in whatever way. If someone is too difficult or needs too much effort, then in Phil’s mind there’s no reason to pursue that relationship.

Being so old makes Phil overly confident in himself.

Philza is always in the right. Full stop. End of story.

He’s lived so long and has so much more experience than anyone else that he thinks he is in the right all the time. His fatal flaw is his pride and - much like Techno - he refuses to see anything from anyone else’s point of view.

He saw L’manberg’s corruption, saw that it as a nation was hurting people and made the decision that it was doing more hurt than good so of course he joined Techno and Dream in destroying it.

He sees the big picture and so of course Friend’s death doesn’t matter, Friend was just an animal. Ghostbur is too naive and foolish to understand that now.

Unless he learns to listen and see someone else’s point of view - which will be very hard, because he’s so old and connecting with people is hard for him - he’s going to continue to think he’s always in the right.

Conclusion

There’s a few things I want to see/think might happen with Phil’s character, one more likely than the other.

First off - Karl.

If anyone knows how to look at the big picture, if anyone knows how insignificant the simple things are and how pointless it can be sometimes it’s the server’s resident time traveller. But where Karl differs from Phil is that he cares.

Karl goes out of his way to help, risks his memory and sanity to make things better for his friends. Pours time and effort and energy into relationships that may be onesided or temporary - heck, have you seen how much effort he goes to to be liked by everyone? Sometimes too much.

I’d love to see some Karl and Phil interaction. Maybe in a Tales episode (young Phil? Backstory? Maybe?) or even in regular canon. It’s unlikely probably, but I think it could be an interesting discussion. Someone write a fic.

Secondly - death.

CC!Phil has made it no secret that his character is probably going to die at some point (if only for ghost WINGSSSS). Honestly? I think it could be a great direction to take the character.

If Phil could find something worth dying for, could find the joys in the small things, could focus on the little details enough to realize - ‘oh. This does matter’ I honestly think that would be cool. A sacrificial death, maybe even for something as ‘insignificant’ as a pet (although pets can be important on this server). I’m not sure, but I think making peace with death would be a great way to take an immortal character’s arc.

There’s more I could talk about - for instance, I haven’t even mentioned the ‘not as painful as what I inflicted on their enemies’ comment and Phil’s whole ‘angel of death’ vibe, or the fact that he’s always only had one life. But it’s getting late and I’ve been writing this for like an hour and a half and I’m really tired. Feel free to add on!

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #philza #philza minecraft #this was fun #please reblog i put a lot of effort into this and i'd love people to see it!#let me know what you think ^-^#i'm going to have to find some songs and write something at some point probably #anyway sleep time #this is nearly 2000 words guys #im putting my highschool english essay skills to very good use

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anjuschiffer · 5 years ago

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Coming In For A Diagnosis and Leaving With A Date

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @theatreandcomicfreak!!!! Sure, we’ve only known each other for a few months, but Mina! You’re so freaking amazing and I’m so glad to have met you!

So to celebrate, I wrote this for you! Enjoy it! And hope you have a wonderful day :D

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He was here to help Damian on taking down a small-time criminal, so why were they having such a hard time taking him down?

“Damian, are you sure that-” Garfield started, only to get interrupted by his friend.

“I’m going to be fine. Go and rest. I’ll be sure to update you on-” Static filled their communication, Garfield already fearing the worst.

“Damian.” No response. “Damian!” Garfield yelled out, quickly coming to a halt, bearing the slight burn he got from the roof asphalt. Who cares if he was bleeding from his arm. Who cares if he couldn’t retain his form for any longer than five minutes. He had to go back! Damian was in danger-

“Well, look what we have here. A lost kitten.” Garfield quickly whipped his head to see Catwoman. Or Selina as Damian called her. Despite Selina and Bruce being together for several years, the two still wouldn’t get together, much to Damian’s annoyance. If you asked Garfield, Damian probably wanted her to officially be part of the family already, not that Damian already considered her as such.

“Please don’t do that.” Garfield said, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. All the hairs on his body relaxed, but his heart still raced quickly against his chest. “Do you know what’s going on?” Garfield watched as Selina hummed, looking over to where Damian was last heard from.

“He’s going to be fine, kid. He can handle this. And if anything, he’s got Bat out there as well.” She assured, looking at the gash across his arm. “You, on the other hand, won’t if you don’t get that treated.”

“I’m fine.” Garfield protested, wincing when Selina placed pressure on his wound.

“I beg to differ.” Selina said, quickly taking out her phone, a corner of her lips curving as she typed something, pocketing it away once she was down. “See that apartment over there?”

“Yeah?” Garfield looked over to where she was pointing, an apartment building just a block over. If Garfield squinted just a tiny bit, he was able to see a few plants sitting by the window ledge. “What about that-”

“Go there and wait inside.” Selina instructed, ushering him to go. “Someone will be there shortly to help you treat that wound of yours.” Garfield turned to go, but remained seated where he was. “I’ll make sure to update you on Damian’s whereabouts.”

Seeing as Selina wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Garfield made his way to the open apartment, carefully stepping over the plants, finding himself stepping onto a sofa. He promptly took off his shoes, not wanting to dirty the poor furniture anymore than what he had already done.

As he chose to sit, he took note of how organized -and white- the room was, the cabinets meticulously neat and labeled, his eyes widening when he saw the names on some of the glass jars.

Naloxone, bacitracin, lidocaine… where did this person even get the first and last one?

As he tried to distract himself, Garfield thought it would be a good idea to look at the white board hung above one of the work stations, ignoring the various mortars filled with who-knows-what.

He began to panic when he saw Damian’s medical records there, quickly running towards it to grab it, quickly turning page after page, panicking when he saw that this person also knew that Damian was Robin.

Lifting his gaze from the papers, his eyes landed on the wall files, his eyes landing on the name Wayne.

He began to rummage through, finding the rest of the Batfam’s identities, also finding other rogues' names in the other compartments.

His heart stopped when he came across his own file, his name staring back at him in pink ink.

Just as he was about to look at how much this person knew about him, the sound of keys jingling broke his determination.

He quickly began to put the files back, making sure to place them in their proper slots, quickly hopping back into the sofa as he heard footsteps approach the room along with muffled talking.

As soon as he managed to sit down and attempt to look normal, the door slid open.

“-should have said no. Maybe I really am a pushover.” The person muttered, Garfield feeling his breath hitch. She was pretty. Very pretty.

The girl looked at him, gaping at his appearance before throwing her bag to the side and rushing out the room.

Garfield felt hurt, wondering what she had thought when she saw him, only for it to all go away when she came back, gloves on and a first aid kit in hand.

He thought she already looked pretty with her hair down, but she looked just as stunning with her hair tied into a loose bun.

“How long have you been like this?” She asked, snapping Garfield from his trance.

“Half an hour?” Garfield tried to provide, watching as she cut off his sleeve, quick to start cleaning the outer rims of his wounds.

“I’m guessing you were like this for a while before Miss Ky-Ca-” she started to fumble.

“I know Miss Kyle is Catwoman. Don’t gotta worry about the whole ‘secret-identity’ thing with me.” Garfield said, watching the girl visibly relax, the girl going back to focusing on clearing the dry blood with a pair of tweezers and cotton swabs.

The two remained quiet, Garfield watching as she kept cleaning his wound, wincing when she started to add the stitches to his wound.

“Sorry.”

“You’re just doing your job.” Garfield had to bite his tongue to stop from hissing from the pain. “Actually, is this your job?”

“Kind of.” She replied, adding one last stitch. “I have experience on patching up small injuries and I used to study medicine under a mentor, but that was a while ago...” the girl trailed, Garfield picking up on how her mood quickly shifted.

“Wow, these are the neatest stitches I’ve ever gotten! You have to be a pretty amazing sewer if they’re this neat. I bet you’d also be a pretty good designer!” Garfield praised, noticing a faint blush dust her face as she placed some ointment over the stitches.

“Matter of fact, I am a designer.” The girl said, a soft smile now on her lips. “Miss Kyle commissioned me to make her a dress for the upcoming charity here in Gotham. Although, I ended up getting roped in some things I shouldn’t have.”

“Accidentally found out her identity?” He watched the girl nod.

“Yup. Well...that's a part of it.” She said, taking out some bandage. “And along the way I found out about her family’s, as you saw the files over there.”

“I-I didn’t see any files.“ He said, averting his eyes from her, feeling her gaze on him. “Okay. I did.” He admitted. “But why do you even have all of those medical records?”

“Curious, aren’t you?” Marinette purred, something inside of Garfield stirring. “Don’t blame you. It’s not everyday you find someone like me.”

“You mean a pretty girl like you?” Garfield teased, watching her almost drop the pair of scissors in her hand. “Which reminds me, what’s your name?”

“Wh-what? No!” Marinette squeaked out, trying her hardest to not wrap the bandage too tight. “I meant someone who helps vigilantes and heroes while being a civilian.” Garfield hummed at that, watching as she finished patching him up. “And Marinette. My name’s Marinette.” Marinette said, checking over her work. “And seems like you’re good to go.”

“That’s it?” Garfield said in a panic, not wanting to leave just yet. “Wow, didn’t think it’d be this fast.”

“Like I said,” Marinette said, pulling out Garfield’s file and jotting something down. “I have my share of experience when it comes to these types of things.”

“Well then,” Garfield got up, one minute himself and the next as a cat on her desk, nudging her hand for some scratches. “Thank you very much.”

He watched as red dusted her face again, giving him a few scritches under his chin, giggling when he let out a few purrs.

“Remember to come back tomorrow morning for the follow up.” Marinette reminded, watching as Garfield pounced to the window ledge, morphing back into his normal form. “Need to make sure it heals properly.”

“Will do doc!” Garfield said, stepping out into the fire escape, only to find Damian there. “Holy shi-” He was fine!

“What are you doing here?” Damian asked with a growl.

“Umm...getting my injuries checked?” Garfield defended, showing Damian his wrapped arm. “What about you?”

“Same thing.” Damian said as he motioned to his bruised face, quickly jumping into the window. Garfield quickly followed suit.

“Damian! Just look at you! What in kwami’s name were you up to?” Marinette scolded when she saw Damian, quickly going through her cabinets, grabbing different jars. “Oh! Hi Gar! Thought we agreed to see each other tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Damian asked, narrowing his eyes at Garfield, causing him to gulp. Why was he acting like this?

“A follow up Dami, no need to get so overprotective, geez.” Marinette clarified, making Damian face her. “If anything, I should be the overprotective one. I am older than you.” Garfield could only watch as the two bickered.

“By two years.” Damian stated, hissing when she placed an ice pack over his bruise.

“Meaning I don’t need little brother dearest to be following me 24/7.” Marinette said with a hint of annoyance, lifting Damian’s face to get a better look at the cut under his chin. “Small scratch. Nothing too major, unlike the one on your torso.”

“Wait, brother? You guys are related?” Garfield asked, this question going ignored as the two siblings kept arguing.

“It’s just a scratch.”

Marinette was related to Damian… his sister...

“A scratch!? You’re still bleeding from it!”

Meaning she is a Wayne...and she had quite the overprotective family, and a large one at that… just look at Damian!

“Nothing that I can’t heal on my own.”

Just what is he getting himself into?

“That’s it.” Marinette huffed, pulling out her phone. “I’m calling Grandpere.” Garfield let out a laugh when he saw Damian stiffen.

“Mari, don’t you dare-”

“Alf? Yes, it's me. Listen, Damian doesn’t want to get himself checked, insisting that his injury-stop that!” Marinette yelled at Damian, who tried to grab the phone away from her, only for Garfield to get a hold of it.

“Hey!” “Logan, hand it over to me.” The siblings said simultaneously, only for Garfield to ignore the two.

“Hey Alfred, it’s me, Garfield. Yes, a cut on his torso that’s not too deep. Yes, I will tell him to let Mari to look at it or else there will be consequences.” He looked over at a betrayed Damian and a grinning Marinette who mouthed a thank you. “Yes, I’m fine as well Alfred. Oh! And if Miss Kyle is there, please tell her I said thank you. Right. Bye.” With that, Garfield hanged up, handing Marinette her phone back.

“I won’t forget this betrayal Logan.” Damian said, pouting as he sat back down on the sofa, Marinette already having her tool out to clean his wound.

“You’re very welcome.” Garfield said, grinning as he watched Damian fuss over his patch up.

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“Thank you for having my back Garfield.” Marinette said as he followed Damian out the window.

Marinette was able to tend to Damian’s injuries with such grace that it left Garfield mesmerized, wondering how he didn’t feel the two hours pass by.

“It was nothing.” Garfield said, averting his gaze from her, scratching the back of his head as heat rose to his cheeks. That’s when he felt a peck on his cheek, turning to see Marinette smile at him.

“A token of my gratitude.” She reasoned, fiddling with her fingers as she watched Garfiled hover a hand over the place she kissed him. “Sorry if I made you uncom-”

“No, no, no!” Garfield started, finally touching the spot with his fingers. “I didn’t mind it.” He melted when she beamed, only for Damian to ruin their moment.

“Hurry up! I don’t have all night!” Damian yelled, causing Garfield to groan.

“So about tomorrow-” Mari started, only for Gar to cut her off.

“Come in the morning for the check up. Got it.” Garfield recited, lifting his right hand. “Promise to be here at 8 sharp.”

“Well, I was thinking if you’d like to join me for breakfast after the check up.” Gar broke into a smile. “Would you?”

“Definitely!” Gar said, “Consider it a date then.” Without giving her a chance to reply, he went to join Damian, looking forward to his breakfast date with Marinette.

Marinette watched as Garfield jumped away, going back to the file she had for him. Picking up her pink pen, she drew a small heart next to his name.

She can’t wait for tomorrow’s date, even if it meant that her stupid brothers might try to stop it.

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jamestrmtx · 4 years ago

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Seventeen | Chill

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Alternate Chapter Title: Rapunzel, Rapunzel

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You wake up to an arm around your waist and a prominent numbness to your cheek, pressed up against a hard surface. There's the sound of the fan turned on to the highest level, providing some cold even with the thick blanket you can feel wrapped around you. The wall clock ticks by the distance and you can hear someone else's heartbeat apart from yours.

When you open your eyes and see who's the person you're with, you jolt out of the couch, stumbling to the floor. Your glasses are at the top of the monster's skull, held up by a thin shield of magic, and kept safe from being squashed while you slept against him. You take them, slip them on, and look around to assess your surroundings better to notice he's still sleeping on the very same corner and position you both watched the movie in. Your reflection on the television allows you to view marks on your cheek for how long you stayed that way. The next thing on your mind's checking the time, making you search around for your phone and find out it's seven in the morning, an hour of delay present in your schedule.

If it was around eight when you sat down with him and the movie lasted around two hours, you'd slept far more than necessary. Not only that, but you'd fallen asleep on the same couch as the person you were still trying to sort out your feelings for. You try to make some clearer memory of what happened after the movie ended, yet it's all clouded after the credits rolled.

The sound of the couch creaking makes you look back to the skeleton to see he's woken up, irises looking lost for just a fraction of a second before he sees you on the floor. Amusement blooms on his face, and he comments nothing as he offers his hand to you. You take it -- albeit, warily -- taking note on how much distance you keep between him and you.

No matter what happened yesterday, you weren't letting your guard down.

"From the looks of it," he says, grinning, "I'm guessin' you woke up first?"

You aim to reply, though you look away and let his hand go to cover up a yawn, said action helping shake your leftover grogginess aside. You take it again after, having it offered to you once more. "Yeah," you answer, sighing. "But do you… Do you remember what happened after the movie ended? My mind's all fuzzy."

He sits up straighter, tugs you off the floor, and lets go afterwards. While you're still disoriented, his face looks refreshed and his posture looks far more relaxed than you would ever expect it to be after spending so long sleeping that way: in a rigid and plain uncomfortable angle and with you weighing him down for what had to be longer than eight hours. "Sorry to break it to ya, but you fell asleep way before that, pal."

"So you just let me sleep on you the whole night?" You refuse to believe him, not only for how ridiculous that sounds, but for the hour it is, and what you had to do before going off to work. "I doubt it."

Too sudden for your liking, his expression changes from humoured to tense, and his gaze diverts from yours. "Wanna know the full truth, then?"

You nod.

He lets out a sound between a huff and a chuckle and says, "Frisk came in by the time the movie was almost over, blankets and all." His voice turns strained, and he has to take a break to recover, embarrassment found in it. "They tucked us in and left without a word, so I, uh… I didn't really know what to do after that."

Your phone alarm goes off, cutting the conversation short. You pick it up, turn it off, and fight back your curiosity over learning more about what happened last night, and just why you'd been so tired as to remember that little about it. Your work schedule was no different from usual, and you were even working less with the current weather, meaning there was no reasonable excuse for you to be defending your exhaustion. Even if you redeemed those lost hours by taking up extra shifts, and even if you were a lot more stressed with your research over monsters and deciding which ones were safe to have around Frisk, that was no reason for you to be like this.

If you were saving yourself some trouble by not needing to search for local babysitters anymore all thanks to having Toriel and other monsters around to help you with that, and if you had moments to spare like for the night spent at the hotel, then you should have more than enough time to rest.

You continue to fight back excuses with that same line of reasoning for each one and force yourself to focus on your goals.

A knock on the door sounds, leading you to stop your inner conflict to go get it.

Before you can even make a motion for the door though, Frisk rushes out of the hallway -- without sparing a glance at you or the monster -- and does just that, excitement clear and undoubted in their expression. They stand on their tiptoes and peek through the peephole before opening it. As soon as they do, their curious look changes for a smile. A bright gaze shows on their face and they swing the door open. They plunge the visitor into a hug, Brenda's name being called out along with it.

You're still adrift enough for your mind to take a while to process what's going on. You're not sure what to do anymore, and even less what to say in response to the sudden changes happening day-by-day. So far, you were plenty aware almost each and every monster Frisk knew had been involved one way or the other with the Royal Guard, leading to the conclusion they had all once sought after your kind.

That being said, what were you doing here, sleeping on the same couch with one of those people?

What confirmed Sans's words from yesterday were in any manner true, and what guaranteed he wouldn't go back to his former self had he the remote chance to?

You'd fallen asleep in the arms of the same man responsible for acting as a sentry for the Underground. You'd allowed him to enter your home, and had spent a night at the same hotel room as him. Even if he hadn't fulfilled his job exactly as it was commanded to him, you were still cautious of his presence, his actions, and the knowledge he kept hidden by remaining mellow and unbothered.

He used to engage in science, yet now he's just selling hot dogs and flirting himself to dead ends with you!

"We can't let her see you," you blurt out, remembering who's visiting. "She'll lose it if she thinks I'm dating you and that you sell hot dogs for a living!" Your words are hushed, but your worries still show through -- almost exclaimed, weren't you reminding yourself to keep quiet.

The skeleton flares his nose cavity and quirks an eye socket. "That's fine with me. But how're those two even related, though?"

When you hear Frisk is ending their talk with her, you grab Sans by the arm and lead him off to the hallway with you. You open the nearest door available and push him into the room with you. The most predictable predicament possible shows up when you turn around, lie against the door, and notice it's your bedroom -- thankfully tidy for the public to see.

"Trust me," you say, huffing, "She'll be angrier about those two things more than how that guy at the bus was with me." Feeling you need to clarify your words, you compose yourself and sit down on the middle edge of your bed, folding your hands over your lap as you fumble with your fingers. Then, you face back to the skeleton, meeting his irises. "Not that she'll be angry about who's the one I'm spending my time with, but she's just... very particular of who I let into my house after that whole thing with Jerry happened."

"But what does my job gotta do with anything?" he asks, chuckling, "Is she the type who doesn't see those kinda jobs as real ones?"

"Not exactly," you say, shifting on your seat. "I used to live from paycheck to paycheck -- the both of us, actually."

You breathe in deep and attempt to calm yourself down by closing your eyes for a while. Then, you sigh and open them. "She doesn't hate people with street jobs, but…" You hesitate, still needing to prepare to say the words, at least. "To quote her: 'Don't you ever dare bring someone else into this house again, unless they…" Your face is burning, yet you remind yourself it's best to be honest. If the monster had been that way with you yesterday, and if he wasn't toying around with you, you wanted to try doing the same. If he wasn't and you were exposing yourself far too much in comparison, that time would then come, and you would make sure to not trust him anymore. "They agree and prove to be a good, well..." You could drink another whole gallon of water were you to have it available right now. "...a good stepparent for Frisk."

You're still facing him directly; ironically, you can't bring yourself to look elsewhere. "She gave me that lecture a really, really long time ago, but I just can't find the courage to… to fight against that. I even wrote that day down in a journal to remind myself of my mistakes."

That seems to be enough for him to break the ice first, saying, "Your mistakes?"

"Who else's fault could it be? If I hadn't let Jerry off the hook so easily, then maybe Frisk could've been living a much better future. I… I could've given Frisk a happier life if I'd just refused to let him g-"

You cut yourself off when you notice he's sat down next to you, keeping an arm's length of distance between you. "You're worryin' too much about this." His gaze appears serious, though you don't want to take it that way, considering what you've confessed to him just now. "Maybe those first years were tough, but I'd say the kid's pretty happy now, and from the looks of Jerry, he's doing well, too. Even if he's bein' a real jealous jerk 'bout it these days."

Too lost in your thoughts, you don't notice you're tearing up until a drop falls on your lap, sleepwear soaking it in.

"You should throw that journal away -- or at least, rip that page off." A hint of mirth mixes with his concern, and his distance is now a hand's length apart. "...Not only 'cause you've already acknowledged where things went wrong, but 'cause you're only torturing yourself, always keepin' that with you."

You move closer to him, vanishing what distance remains as you let him hold your hand, eyes fixed on his face. "You-"

"Oh, hell no!"

By the voice alone and its sheer strength, you can already tell it's game over for you.

Brenda stands by the open door, moving her pronounced and unwavering glare between you and the monster. She takes in the situation, from the sight of a stranger in your bedroom, to you holding hands with him, and the fact you both still look like you've just woken up. While you don't blame her for assuming, you want to avoid bringing up discussions like those again. You were done with relationship drama for a lifetime, not only for how bad you were at managing stress, but for the needless trouble it could cast onto the remote lifestyle you've built through the years: keeping to yourself without getting too involved in the lives of others, no matter family, friend, or partner.

She enters the bedroom when the skeleton greets her in, a quick and simple 'nice to meet you' sufficient for her to stop near the door and settle all her attention on him.

"You're (Y/N)'s godmother, right?"

Sans stands up, his tone and posture both on equal levels formal as he offers his hand out to her. "I'm Comic Sans Serif. Former servant of the Royal Guard." Brenda takes it, though she still has a wary eye on him.

"And what's your relationship with (Y/N)?" she asks, unfazed. "I remember they were going to meet you at the train station a few months ago, but I do not see why you're allowed to be here."

An expression similar to when Frisk asked him if you were dating shows up, but he soon recovers and replies with, "Our relationship right now's the definition of 'it's complicated', but we're still pretty good friends."

"Define 'pretty good', mister Serif," she demands, keeping her hand in his. "Are you their man-friend, or something of the like? You… You don't really look like the most promising type of guy, I'll admit."

"Frankly, we're still workin' things out, but I don't mind being their 'man-friend', if that's what ya wanna call it."

While you would like to kick both him and your godmother outside or call them out on their blunt and plain audacious commentary, you stay back and watch as a dangerous, downright preying look unfolds from your godmother's gaze. She shakes his hand, but way too strong for it not to hurt, even for someone made primarily out of bones and magic. She squeezes hard enough to make the air bubbles between them pop and for you to hiss in response to the pain he's being brought into. When she lets him go, her gaze more than precipitates itself on you, capturing you similar to how a snake would do with a mouse. "My flight got delayed, I almost lost my soul with how much turbulence there was on the way here, and I'm still jet-lagged." Her scowl's as deep as her furrow, worsening by the second. "So either you explain to me what the hell went on these past few months I was gone, or we're going to have to talk soon."

You're not backing down without a fight -- confident in yourself or not.

"I'm an adult already," you reply, matching her scowl with a glare. "That was seven years ago, Brenda. I'm thankful for the help you gave me back then, but I don't need you lecturing me over who I should date anymore."

"I should if the guy you're dating willingly admits what's going on between you!"

"It's not like that!" You face his side for a moment, seeing he's still adjusting his hand back to mobility. "He's-"

"Are you really trying to defend him now, (Y/N)?" she snaps, stomping her foot and crossing her arms. "And are you really gonna let something like that happen again? He sounds worse than Jerry!"

"I've been alone since he and I ended." You try not to let your voice crack or falter, determined to be just as strong as her. "I get I screwed up that time, but I've learned and I'm still learning even now. You don't have to rub it in!"

"Oh, please." Brenda rolls her eyes and throws her arms up in the air, scoffing. "Then cry about it, why don't you? I just want what's best for y-"

"Then maybe I will, dammit."

You wipe a tear off your cheek, scowl, and head out of the room, not bothering to look back.

"Say whatever you want to say about me," you add, keeping your back to her. "But don't drag him into this. I feel bad enough as it is -- indecisive and... And just outright incapable of being honest about how I feel." You clench your hands and spare one last glance at her, holding back tears. "He's not joking. I… I could've told him to stop trying to flirt with me, and I could've said no when he offered to take me out for dessert, but I still went with it. And now I'm denying what's happening, l- leading him on knowing I can't devote myself to another relationship as serious as the last, and… And k- knowing I still hate myself for it." You wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, sniffling to prevent things from getting messier. "Everything feels like it's changing, except for me!" You pause and take a break, regaining some calm through a breath. "Frisk brought an entire civilization back with them here, you moved away as soon as you found a better job, and all the close friends I used to have are gone."

Another break, and another breath.

"Do I really have no right to move on?"

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I got my first dose of the vaccine recently, and so now I'm in the process of resting away the tired/soreness it brought. Body says sleep and oof ouch my bones, but college says with great power comes great responsibility. Worth it, though!

...And of course, this means a change/delay in the update schedule until I recover.

For now, I'll try to update around once to thrice a week as customary, but on Tuesday, Thursday, and/or Saturday evenings/nights.

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spidernerdsblog · 4 years ago

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I Forgot That You Existed : Epilogue

A/N: . And this is the end of the series really enjoyed writing this. Hope you all enjoyed it too. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary : It’s been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings : mild swearing.

Mini Playlist : London boy and Lover by Taylor Swift

"The news is just loving you." You chuckled sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling on your phone. Tom grimaced.

"Just check out the headlines"

Trouble in paradise

Wedding a PR stunt? You read out.

"My PR team is so pissed at me right now they are on the edge to handle this whole mess."

You were scrolling through your feed as you stumbled upon a photo of yours with Tom posted by a fan account. It was a recent photograph from the carnival where you are seen holding hands walking through the crowd. It was a backshot but it did leave little to anyone's imagination that it was you and Tom. Whoever posted it wrote with the caption.

Is it?? Are they?? OMG!! 😲😍

"Oh fuck me!!" You cursed.

"Darling I would love to do that but I'm sort of busy right now with making you breakfast." You gave him a dirty look and shoved your phone to his face.

"Look at this." Tom was puzzled at first then slowly his eyes widened with shock as he took a look at the photo.

"What the fuck!!"

"I'm so dead Alex is gonna eat me alive." You face palmed.

"How did they even get this?"

"How can I know?! Someone must have spotted us and clicked it."

"What do we do now? There is no way people are gonna believe that we aren't in a relationship."

"I'm in no place to take in the hate so…" you got busy with your phone.

"Wait what are you doing?"

"Nothing just desperate times calls for desperate measures." Being in this industry one thing you have realized is that people will believe anything posted online and Alex has taught you a few tricks to handle these kinds of situations. So before people start making a fuss about that photo you decided to share some photos from the vacation on your Instagram. The first photo you posted was of you, Tom and Harrison which you captioned

Best friends for life!!💕🍻

You posted a few more including one from the carnival too.

"Well disaster averted temporarily. We can clarify things further in interviews."You winked, showing him your phone. Tom stood in between your legs wrapping his hands around your waist.

"My girlfriend is a genius."

"That I am." You smirked.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" he pouted.

"Tom are you serious? I already extended my stay by one week for you. If I stay any further Alex will just kill me. And don't you have a press tour coming up?"

"Yeah fine will miss you though."

"Me too" you pecked his lips.

"By the way I was serious about that before, you know in the kitchen." he drew circles on your skin.

"I didn't say no either" you bite your lower lip batting your eyelashes innocently. Tom tightened his grip on your waist, peppering you with kisses on your neck you squeaked as he lifted you from the counter.

Three Years later…..

"Y/N just relax." Zendaya said. You were pacing in your bridal suite.

"I can't, this is just too much to handle, do you think I should run away? Tom will understand right?" you blabbered.

"Y/N it's totally normal to get cold feet for the bride to be before her marriage." Elysia tried to calm you down.

"And if you faint on the aisle, your maid of honor and the other bridesmaids will be honored to catch you." Zendaya chuckled.

"Not helping Z." You deadpanned.

"Umm Elysia you seemed quite calm when you and Sam got married how was that so?"

"Believe me girl I was nervous as hell. All sorts of doubts started hovering in my head like what if this is a mistake? What if all goes wrong? But once when I was at the aisle and saw his face all my doubts cleared away. This is the man I love and spending my life with him will be the best thing in the world. Whatever may come in our way we will overcome it together."

"Wow that's a great insight."

"You got this girl! " Chloe cheered you whilst fixing your dress.

"How is the bride doing?" El enquired as she entered into your room with a jovial smile.

"Oh hi El!" you eagerly went and hugged her.

"Hi darling!"

"You're late by the way." You quipped.

"I'm sorry dear the flight got delayed."

"Girl you seem to be doing much better than your groom. I just happened to pass by your husband and by his looks he seemed like he would shit in his pants any moment." You all burst out laughing.

When the news of your wedding broke out it became the talk of the town.

You wanted it to be a private affair away from the prying eyes of the media. So what's better than getting married in the peace and serenity of the countryside in the presence of your close friends and family.

The aisle was beautifully decorated with white lilies and roses.

Tom was shuffling on his feet at the aisle.

"Dude everything is fine, stop worrying. She will be here in a few minutes." Harry tried to boost his confidence.

"You know Y/N is a sort of fickle minded what if she had a change of mind?" Harrison chuckled.

"You know what Harrison? You are the worst man." Tom grumbled. Harrison laughed.

Finally, the priest came out and asked everyone to stand. It was your turn! All eyes would soon be on you. Chloe and Ed's three year old daughter Belle was your flower girl for the wedding. She looked cute in a pink gown as she walked on her little feet lining the path with white rose petals as the music started.

You only took two steps out before you were greeted by your father. He escorted you down the aisle. He became your strength; without him you would have fainted you thought. The guests looked at you, taking pictures of your dress, waving at you, smiling- one thing was for sure, though… no one made a sound.

Up ahead you saw him, Tom. Your future husband, the love of your life, your everything. He stood taller, his shoulders back and his eyes on you. If you weren’t mistaken you could have sworn tears filled his eyes.

Tom stood there hypnotized seeing you in that pristine white wedding dress you looked like a dream he thought as you walked towards him.

At the end of the aisle your father hugged you

“I'm proud of you jellybean” it was a kind of emotional moment for you as a few tears slipped down your eyes so as your father's and then he presented you to your groom. He placed your hand in Tom’s and smiled. As a couple, Tom and you stood in front of the priest.

Before your father walked away, he patted Tom on the shoulder. That was his way of welcoming him into the family.

Standing next to your love felt overwhelming. You glanced at each other for a moment.

"You look beautiful." Tom mouthed to you.

"You too." You mouthed him back with a wink.

Elysia was right you thought, an unknown excitement surging inside you.

Was this really happening? Will I soon be Mrs. Holland? You thought.

The minister said to guests, “You can now be seated”. Everyone followed his request.

“Dearly beloved,” he began, “we are gathered here to witness this man and woman join together in holy matrimony.”

He said the speech and afterward you exchanged vows, tears filling both your eyes.

Paddy walked in with Tessa who had your rings in a basket she was holding in her mouth. Everyone went 'aww!' as she looked adorable in a wedding tutu walking over to the aisle. You placed Tom's ring on first, then he placed on yours.

“With the power invested in me I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Tom leaned in and kissed you,softly like he’s never done it before. Everyone cheered for you, however you barely noticed; your full attention rested on Tom.

And you left the stage with Tom hand in hand. Though you were against doing any kind of wedding tradition but your bridesmaids were adamant for the bouquet ceremony so you had to give in to that. They lined behind you.

"Okay girls you ready?!" You tossed the bouquet. You turned to see Zendaya had caught it.

"I knew it was your turn next." You cackled.

"This is not done. We could have done the garter ceremony too; it would have been so much fun." Harrison complained.

"I think you guys had your fair share of fun on the Bachelorette with all the booze and that stripper that by the way our parents aren't aware of" you muttered with a stern look in your eyes. Harrison gulped because he was behind the whole Bachelorette fiasco.

"Yeah we are fine." he said timidly.

You went to change to something more comfortable for the reception.

The lawn buzzed with excited chatter and children ran between the tables in a good natured game of tag. There was the scraping of chairs as folks got up for a standing ovation as you and Tom made your way to the head table, smiling and holding hands. There were cheers and someone whooped.

As the evening progressed everybody had loosened up a bit. People were chatting, eating and enjoying the reception.

"Finally the number of women are increasing in the Holland family." Elysia announced. Everyone laughed.

"Ah! seeing you two together really makes us happy" Nikki said.

"Yeah now it's time you give us our grandchildren too." Your mother joked. You and Tom flustered at that.

"Moomm!! we just got married. We are too young for that, let us enjoy this time." You whined.

"Honey I had you when I was 25. No pressure though take your time."

It was the time for your first dance with Tom,your friends pulled you both to the stage, a soft music was playing. You held his hand, his other hand resting on your waist as you swayed to the music.

"So how are you feeling wifey or may I say Mrs Holland?"

"Umm the weather is a little warm, feeling a little bloated other than that I'm doing fine hubby." You chuckled.

"You know I was so nervous I actually thought what if you changed your mind about the wedding?"

"Not gonna lie I was actually thinking of running away." You smirked. You exhaled resting your head on his chest swaying to the music.

"Hey you okay?"

"Yeah why?"

"Nothing, just all that baby talk."

"Hey it's totally fine I'm way over that. And I would love to be a mom again but not now."

"Just imagine you me and our four little halflings. We could have two girls and two boys or three girls,one boy or a pack of four boys like us or.." You cut him off.

"Whoa whoa whoa slow down mister. First of all we are not having more than two.''

"But why? I'm totally gonna be a hands-on dad I promise."

"Easy for you to say because I will be the one going through the whole birthing process. So no uterus no opinion. And isn't that why Thanos snapped in the first place overpopulation, limited resources." You chuckled, snapping your fingers. Tom shook his head laughing.

"I would be so glad if I have twins all the hassle in one time."

"Whatever you want darling. You know how much I love you."

"I know and I love you too."

"Okay how about three if not four?" He suggested.

"If we are to count you, I'll have three kids to look after so your wish is fulfilled already." You laughed.

As the reception was drawing close you went up the stage tapping on the microphone to seek everybody's attention.

"Good evening everyone. First of all, I really wanna thank each and everyone for blessing us with your presence at our wedding and making it memorable."

"Tom and I have known each other since we were kids. Our mother's were convinced that we would end up together and so we did though we had to go through our own rough patch. But I'm glad that eventually everything got sorted out and the credit goes to our families and friends."

"It's no secret I write songs taking inspiration from my life and Tom has been a major part of my life. So this is for you hubby."

The band played the notes as you started singing.

"I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives"

Everyone clapped and cheered. Tom's whole face lit up as he looked at you.

"You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you (ooh)"

Tom was blushing at his seat as Harrison elbowed him in a teasing manner. You had a wide smile as you looked at him.

"And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English"

You took the microphone in your hand singing and walked over to Tom extending your hand to him. He took it and got up from his seat as you walked him over to the middle of the stage.

"You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you"

You stood there glancing at his eyes.

"So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you)

Wanna be with you (oh)

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon (yeah)

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you (you)

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah)

You know I love a London boy (oh)

Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you, ooh)"

Present day….

"And that is how your mum and dad got married kids." Harrison finished his story letting out a deep breath.

"Wow uncle Haz that was epic!" Your seven year old daughter chirped in awe.

"Yup everything was epic with those divs."

"We are back!" Tom announced as you both entered your house.

"Peter! Vienna! Where are my pumpkins?" you called out as you heard shuffling of feets and giggles.

"Mommy!! Daddy!!" your little munchkins came running to you.

"There they are." You cooed. Your five year old son launched himself into your arms as you picked him up.

"Did you have fun with your uncles?"

"Yess!!" Peter said beaming with joy.

"Uncle Haz and uncle Harry were telling us a story." Vienna informed you.

"What story bubs?"

"Your and daddy's love story." You and Tom looked at each other smiling.

"Oh really? I hope they didn't go much into the details keeping it kids friendly."

"Of course Y/N you really don't trust us do you?" Harry said feeling offended.

"To be honest, No" you replied bluntly.

"Where's Ava and Jordan?" you asked whilst putting Peter down.

"They are with their moms at mum and dad's house helping with dinner." Harry said.

"Okay then let's get you guys ready and then we will go to grandma's for the Christmas Dinner eh?" Tom said to your kids.

"Yayy!!" Vienna and Peter rushed back to their room.

You were at the doorstep as you rang the bell as you were greeted by Nikki.

"You guys are late."

"Sorry, someone was way too confident about his navigation skills so had to take a detour." You eyed Tom.

"That wasn't completely my fault. How would I know that the road would be closed?" Tom retorted.

"It's Christmas time Tom! Everyone knows." You both started arguing at the doorstep.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Okay that's enough for now, God you two have been married for almost 10 years and still your non stop bickering continues." Nikki scolded you both.

''You got all the things I told you to bring?''

"Yes mum." Tom said sheepishly.

"Merry Christmas grandma!!'' Vienna and Peter came rushing in clinging on to her.

"Aww Merry Christmas my loves. C'mon get inside all your cousins are waiting for you."

After the dinner all you ladies gathered in the living room and gossiped among yourselves and your husbands were chugging on to their beers and having their share of laughs in the dining room.

The kids were busy playing amongst themselves.

Vienna came up to you and tugged on to the sleeve of your sweater. You turned to look at her brown doe eyes which she totally inherited from Tom along with her luscious curls. She was a stark image of him.

"Do you need something peanut?"

"Mom, will you sing for us? Pleaasse." she innocently asked, making a puppy face the trick she had picked up from her dad in the meantime. And how could you say no to that.

"Anything for you honey. Can you bring me my guitar love?"

"Sure mom." Vienna beamed with joy as she ran to bring your guitar. You slipped down the couch to sit on the carpeted floor stretching your legs as you strummed on to the chords.

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

This is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover"

Vienna sat beside you. You swayed sideways while singing to her. Vienna tried to sing along with you clapping her hands to the rhythm. Peter came running and settled down on the other side of you resting his head on your lap. You stroked his hair with your hand gently.

"We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my lover"

The boys heard you singing as they got up and flocked in the living room. You glanced at Tom standing at the doorway smiling and gave him a subtle wink. He can never get enough of you, every time he looks at you he falls in love again and again. Sometimes he wonders how did he get so lucky? You were perfect, who gave him the two most precious gifts of his life. His heart swells when he looks at his little family. You make him whole.

"Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover"

Tom walked towards you and picked up Peter making him sit on his lap as he sat beside you. His one hand went to wrap around your shoulder as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, you looked at him smiling. You were so proud of this man, the perfect husband, the doting father to your children you didn't have words to express. Tom rested his head on your shoulder, Vienna and Peter clinged on to you as you sang. You felt full from the inside out.

'' Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover"

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